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"You're WHAT?" Ron cried out. This was ridiculous. He had just been told by Hermione that she had to spend four WHOLE months with that slimey git known as 'The Amazing Bouncing Ferret.'
"Yes, I am. Professor McGonagall said Professor Dumbledore is trying to promote inter-house relationships and wants to use the both of us for a school project. I'm guessing he thinks we'll be some sort of 'inspiration' for the rest of the school. For all I know, I probably won't survive four days with that Death-eater wannabe." Hermione replied as she quickly packed her trunk.
"What I wanna know is how Malfoy become one of the top students in the 7th year," Harry asked.
"I honestly don't know. Probably by doing some major brown-nosing and maybe even a little help from his dad," Hermione replied hastily while trying to shove what looked like one too many books into her trunk.
Their conversation would have continued if it wasn't for a knock on the picture frame that led to the Gryffindor common room.
"Who is that? Did Neville forget the password again?" Ron asked looking over at the passageway.
"Probably," Hermione replied as she went over to the passageway and say the password. When the frame opened though, she was surprised to see the devil himself, Draco Malfoy.
"What the bloody hell?" Hermione exclaimed as she stared, mouth agape, at the nonchalant platinum blonde standing before her, unruffled.
"Geez Granger, don't act like such a Venus flytrap," he drawled, commenting on her open mouth. "And if you are wondering why I'm here, McGonagall sent me. She wants us to meet in her office for any questions we might have."
She groaned, and climbed out of the portrait hole, and after Draco, "Just what I want, to spend the last of my Malfoy free hours, with Malfoy," she muttered angrily, and crossed her arms over her stomach.
"I'm not exactly tip-toeing in tulips over here either, Granger."
Hermione groaned again, and quickened her step so she didn't have to listen to Draco meaningless mumbling.
"Geez Granger, running a Triathlon there?" his drawl reached her. She blushed when she realized she was nearly jogging.
"Well, I kinda want to get done with this soon, so I can go back to the common room with my friends, and you can back to the dungeons, and practice drawing skulls&snakes on your arms with felt tip markers-"
Malfoy instantly grabbed her arms, and slammed her against the wall. Her blatant suggestion of Slytherins putting Dark Marks on their arms hit a nerve.
"Mudblood, never ever say anything like that, especially when you have no idea what your talking about," his voice was deathly low, and frightening.
"Fine, would you let go of me now?"
Draco released her arms, and stalked towards the professor's office, much faster than her now slow pace. Hermione entered the office, and Draco was already sitting in one of the low-backed red plush chair in front of McGonagall's polished walnut desk.
"Glad you finally made it, Ms. Granger," Professor McGonagall's stern voice came across the desk.
"I'm sorry ma'am," she slid silently into the chair next to Draco.
"Do the two of you have any questions about the way you will be living for the next 4 months?"
"Yes ma'am, where exactly will we be staying?" Hermione asked quietly.
"Sorry, Ms. Granger, the assignment could become compromised if your location were disclosed. Therefore I shall be the sole secretkeeper of your house."
"Secretkeeper?" Draco asked, "Is it really that important?"
"I must stress the importance of this going smoothly, you may go now, if you have no further questions."
They both nodded and left the office, heading in opposite directions without so much as a word.
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"So, you have to have a Secret Keeper, it doesn't make sense?" Harry repeated, then flopped down next to Hermione on her bed.
"I'm aware of that, Harry," she said yawning, and rubbing her eyes, "Guys you'd better leave, I'm gonna go to sleep."
"But, you want to spend the last of your Malfoy free hours sleeping?" Ron asked, but then gave a great yawn himself.
"Maybe she's right, Ron. You're gonna be up to say goodbye to us tomarrow, right?"
"Of course," she said, before hugging her friends, and shooing them out of the Girl's dorm.
She closed the heavy door behind them, and made her way to her crimson four poster. She yawned, and stretched, then pulled her robe off of her all to familiar uniform. She folded the black material and placed in the top of the trunk, along with her paten leather shoes. She laid back on her Gryfinndor emblem bedspread.
"Four months with the King of Slytherin," She moaned, and rolled over and shut her poster hangings.
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I would really hate to be Hermione now, I hope she didn't hit her head on the wall, she's got so much smart in there, it might fall out. Well, tell us what you think, PPPPLLLLEEEEAAAASSSSEEEE review!!!!
Love ya,
Trip
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"You're WHAT?" Ron cried out. This was ridiculous. He had just been told by Hermione that she had to spend four WHOLE months with that slimey git known as 'The Amazing Bouncing Ferret.'
"Yes, I am. Professor McGonagall said Professor Dumbledore is trying to promote inter-house relationships and wants to use the both of us for a school project. I'm guessing he thinks we'll be some sort of 'inspiration' for the rest of the school. For all I know, I probably won't survive four days with that Death-eater wannabe." Hermione replied as she quickly packed her trunk.
"What I wanna know is how Malfoy become one of the top students in the 7th year," Harry asked.
"I honestly don't know. Probably by doing some major brown-nosing and maybe even a little help from his dad," Hermione replied hastily while trying to shove what looked like one too many books into her trunk.
Their conversation would have continued if it wasn't for a knock on the picture frame that led to the Gryffindor common room.
"Who is that? Did Neville forget the password again?" Ron asked looking over at the passageway.
"Probably," Hermione replied as she went over to the passageway and say the password. When the frame opened though, she was surprised to see the devil himself, Draco Malfoy.
"What the bloody hell?" Hermione exclaimed as she stared, mouth agape, at the nonchalant platinum blonde standing before her, unruffled.
"Geez Granger, don't act like such a Venus flytrap," he drawled, commenting on her open mouth. "And if you are wondering why I'm here, McGonagall sent me. She wants us to meet in her office for any questions we might have."
She groaned, and climbed out of the portrait hole, and after Draco, "Just what I want, to spend the last of my Malfoy free hours, with Malfoy," she muttered angrily, and crossed her arms over her stomach.
"I'm not exactly tip-toeing in tulips over here either, Granger."
Hermione groaned again, and quickened her step so she didn't have to listen to Draco meaningless mumbling.
"Geez Granger, running a Triathlon there?" his drawl reached her. She blushed when she realized she was nearly jogging.
"Well, I kinda want to get done with this soon, so I can go back to the common room with my friends, and you can back to the dungeons, and practice drawing skulls&snakes on your arms with felt tip markers-"
Malfoy instantly grabbed her arms, and slammed her against the wall. Her blatant suggestion of Slytherins putting Dark Marks on their arms hit a nerve.
"Mudblood, never ever say anything like that, especially when you have no idea what your talking about," his voice was deathly low, and frightening.
"Fine, would you let go of me now?"
Draco released her arms, and stalked towards the professor's office, much faster than her now slow pace. Hermione entered the office, and Draco was already sitting in one of the low-backed red plush chair in front of McGonagall's polished walnut desk.
"Glad you finally made it, Ms. Granger," Professor McGonagall's stern voice came across the desk.
"I'm sorry ma'am," she slid silently into the chair next to Draco.
"Do the two of you have any questions about the way you will be living for the next 4 months?"
"Yes ma'am, where exactly will we be staying?" Hermione asked quietly.
"Sorry, Ms. Granger, the assignment could become compromised if your location were disclosed. Therefore I shall be the sole secretkeeper of your house."
"Secretkeeper?" Draco asked, "Is it really that important?"
"I must stress the importance of this going smoothly, you may go now, if you have no further questions."
They both nodded and left the office, heading in opposite directions without so much as a word.
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"So, you have to have a Secret Keeper, it doesn't make sense?" Harry repeated, then flopped down next to Hermione on her bed.
"I'm aware of that, Harry," she said yawning, and rubbing her eyes, "Guys you'd better leave, I'm gonna go to sleep."
"But, you want to spend the last of your Malfoy free hours sleeping?" Ron asked, but then gave a great yawn himself.
"Maybe she's right, Ron. You're gonna be up to say goodbye to us tomarrow, right?"
"Of course," she said, before hugging her friends, and shooing them out of the Girl's dorm.
She closed the heavy door behind them, and made her way to her crimson four poster. She yawned, and stretched, then pulled her robe off of her all to familiar uniform. She folded the black material and placed in the top of the trunk, along with her paten leather shoes. She laid back on her Gryfinndor emblem bedspread.
"Four months with the King of Slytherin," She moaned, and rolled over and shut her poster hangings.
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I would really hate to be Hermione now, I hope she didn't hit her head on the wall, she's got so much smart in there, it might fall out. Well, tell us what you think, PPPPLLLLEEEEAAAASSSSEEEE review!!!!
Love ya,
Trip