Decieving Faith
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Dis: J.K. owns Harry Potter period. And I'm glad she does, because she's one heck of an authour! :)
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~*Chapter 3*~
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"I know." Harry chuckled as they walked down the rickety stairs to the breakfast table. "Don't tell Hermione that it was from Fred or George, but make her believe it was from Malfoy. Then, if we see Malfoy in Diagon Alley we can get the better of him!" Ron chuckled at this plan. It was the ultimate plan to embarass Malfoy.
"Yeah! Sounds like an awesome idea!" Hermione shot a strange type of glance at Ron as he sat at the table, still wearing his cheesey grin. "Morning Hermione." He smiled, taking a slice of toast. Hermione just grunted as Ron slid the note near her plate. "Your letter, you better keep it. I can't imagine what suffering you'd go through without it." He winked at Harry and helped himself to his toast as Mrs. Weasley put lots of sausages and eggs on their plates.
"Are we ready to go? Do you have all of your things packed boys?" Mr. Weasley asked as he stood in front of the fireplace. Ginny gave a dignified grunt of disgust. "And girls." Mr. Weasley added with a laugh as he threw some Floo Powder into the fire. Harry sighed as he watched the flames rise higher. There was nothing he hated more than travelling via a fireplace. He watched Ginny and Hermione disappear into the flames, followed by Fred and George, then he and Ron entered. Harry tucked his elbows in as thousands of fireplaces past him in a flash. Before he could say "Diagon Alley," he was already there. The first thing he noticed in Diagon Alley were Ron's feet. As Ron came out of the fireplace, he misjudged the step and landed on Harry, getting tangled up with the luggage.
"Hey Harry. Look over there, it's Malfoy." Ron whispered harshly, nudging Harry in his ribs as they walked up to the book shop. Harry smiled and called out to Hermione. "Hey Hermione! I've got a surprise for you!" By now, Ron had his sleeve in his mouth to stop himself from laughing. Hermione swept over to them, soon noticing Draco and turning a candy pink. Draco soon noticed the three of them standing there. Ron and Harry in fits, and Hermione who was gaping at him hopelessly. "What do you want Mudblood?" He sneered, his grey eyes cold with malice. "Did you um-" She blushed even more and held out the note.
"Hell no Granger! Why would I go out with a Mudblood?" Draco hissed, shoving the letter back into Hermione's hands and storming off. "What? But- !" Harry and Ron finally came to their senses and stood up properly. "Fred and George wrote that. Well, we think." Ron smiled, his eyes red and watery from laughing.
"Oh yeah, some heck of a joke that was!" Hermione spat, screwing up the letter and tossing it into the bin.
"But you really like Malfoy don't you?" Harry asked, replaying Hermione's actions when she saw Draco.
"Ew! No way Harry!"But Harry and Ron blocked out her protests.
"No, it went more like this." Ron laughed, falling to the ground, pretending to faint. Hermione watched them in disgust as she went to have a look at the pet shop. "Boys. Who needs them?"
To Hermione's surprise, she met Draco in the pet shop. "What? Can't you get enough of me, Mudblood?" Hermione shot a sharp glare at him. "Shut up, Ferret Boy." Draco looked mildly surprised by her comment.
"Looks like Mudblood does have a bite to her after all." He smirked and turned on his heel, sweeping past her. And as he did, a small package fell from his robes. Hermione picked up the package and looked at it with great interest. It was wrapped in normal paper, but it was extremly light for it's bulk. She tucked it in her pocket as she examined the rows of large tawny owls. She wondered if she should return it to him, or just open it slightly to have a look. "Surely one look wouldn't hurt?"
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A/N: Do you likies? I do! Please review!
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Dis: J.K. owns Harry Potter period. And I'm glad she does, because she's one heck of an authour! :)
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~*Chapter 3*~
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"I know." Harry chuckled as they walked down the rickety stairs to the breakfast table. "Don't tell Hermione that it was from Fred or George, but make her believe it was from Malfoy. Then, if we see Malfoy in Diagon Alley we can get the better of him!" Ron chuckled at this plan. It was the ultimate plan to embarass Malfoy.
"Yeah! Sounds like an awesome idea!" Hermione shot a strange type of glance at Ron as he sat at the table, still wearing his cheesey grin. "Morning Hermione." He smiled, taking a slice of toast. Hermione just grunted as Ron slid the note near her plate. "Your letter, you better keep it. I can't imagine what suffering you'd go through without it." He winked at Harry and helped himself to his toast as Mrs. Weasley put lots of sausages and eggs on their plates.
"Are we ready to go? Do you have all of your things packed boys?" Mr. Weasley asked as he stood in front of the fireplace. Ginny gave a dignified grunt of disgust. "And girls." Mr. Weasley added with a laugh as he threw some Floo Powder into the fire. Harry sighed as he watched the flames rise higher. There was nothing he hated more than travelling via a fireplace. He watched Ginny and Hermione disappear into the flames, followed by Fred and George, then he and Ron entered. Harry tucked his elbows in as thousands of fireplaces past him in a flash. Before he could say "Diagon Alley," he was already there. The first thing he noticed in Diagon Alley were Ron's feet. As Ron came out of the fireplace, he misjudged the step and landed on Harry, getting tangled up with the luggage.
"Hey Harry. Look over there, it's Malfoy." Ron whispered harshly, nudging Harry in his ribs as they walked up to the book shop. Harry smiled and called out to Hermione. "Hey Hermione! I've got a surprise for you!" By now, Ron had his sleeve in his mouth to stop himself from laughing. Hermione swept over to them, soon noticing Draco and turning a candy pink. Draco soon noticed the three of them standing there. Ron and Harry in fits, and Hermione who was gaping at him hopelessly. "What do you want Mudblood?" He sneered, his grey eyes cold with malice. "Did you um-" She blushed even more and held out the note.
"Hell no Granger! Why would I go out with a Mudblood?" Draco hissed, shoving the letter back into Hermione's hands and storming off. "What? But- !" Harry and Ron finally came to their senses and stood up properly. "Fred and George wrote that. Well, we think." Ron smiled, his eyes red and watery from laughing.
"Oh yeah, some heck of a joke that was!" Hermione spat, screwing up the letter and tossing it into the bin.
"But you really like Malfoy don't you?" Harry asked, replaying Hermione's actions when she saw Draco.
"Ew! No way Harry!"But Harry and Ron blocked out her protests.
"No, it went more like this." Ron laughed, falling to the ground, pretending to faint. Hermione watched them in disgust as she went to have a look at the pet shop. "Boys. Who needs them?"
To Hermione's surprise, she met Draco in the pet shop. "What? Can't you get enough of me, Mudblood?" Hermione shot a sharp glare at him. "Shut up, Ferret Boy." Draco looked mildly surprised by her comment.
"Looks like Mudblood does have a bite to her after all." He smirked and turned on his heel, sweeping past her. And as he did, a small package fell from his robes. Hermione picked up the package and looked at it with great interest. It was wrapped in normal paper, but it was extremly light for it's bulk. She tucked it in her pocket as she examined the rows of large tawny owls. She wondered if she should return it to him, or just open it slightly to have a look. "Surely one look wouldn't hurt?"
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A/N: Do you likies? I do! Please review!