Chapter 2 Expelled!
~*~ Hey again. How is everybody? Good I hope. This is Chapter 2 of `Love. A magic all of it's own'. I'm very proud as to the speed at which I'm getting this next chapter up. Just call me speedy fish!(Dr Seuss character, oh never mind!) Dumbledore goes a bit mad in this chapter so for those of you who don't like rather harsh insults this one isn't for you.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Well that just about says it!
~*~
Hermione jumped up the stone stairs to the headmaster's office three at a time and quickly arrived, panting, in front of a large stone gargoyle.
"Damn!" she muttered to herself , "I don't know what the password is."
"Canary cream." A smooth voice from behind her made Hermione jump. "I've never heard of those." The voice continued as the gargoyle leapt aside.
Hermione stifled a giggle. She briefly wondered if the Weasley twins had dared to give their old headmaster one of their inventions. Probably not, Dumbledore knew everything that went on at his school so he had undoubtedly known about the altered sweets. Suddenly Hermione was jerked out of her reverie by the realisation of who the smooth voice belonged to.
"Malfoy." She whispered aloud.
"What, Granger?" he asked, equally quietly from just behind her. Hermione closed her eyes. She desperately wanted to ask him why he was so close, why his voice was suddenly so soft when he spoke to her, why he seemed to affect her so much...why?
"How did you know what the password was?" she blurted out then groaned inwardly at her stupidity when she felt Malfoy move away.
"Dumbledore told me, idiot mudblood." He snarled and the tension (AN dare I say sexual tension!) flowed away from the two of them like water.
***
Trying to ignore Hermione, although he was finding it increasingly hard to do so, Draco ascended the steps to Dumbledore's office and, barely grazing his knuckles across the wood by way of a knock, stormed in.
"Could we make this quick?, "Draco asked sitting in one of the two wooden chairs that faced the dark, imposing desk. "I don't know how long I can be in the same room as a mudblood without throwing up, even at this distance I..." Draco broke off as he caught a glimpse of Dumbledore's face. He had obviously gone too far this time, Draco didn't think he had ever seen someone look so angry. And to see that expression on Dumbledore, who usually kept his emotions hidden, it was ten times worse. Just then Hermione arrived in the door way, seeing Dumbledore's face her own paled and she hurried in and sat down next to Draco. The headmaster stood up and with a casual wave of his arm the door slammed shut. Both students jumped at the loud bang it made and Hermione began to shake slightly. Draco defiantly looked Dumbledore in the eye and immediately wished he hadn't as the crazy glint in the older mans eyes made him truly afraid.
***
"I'm disgusted." Dumbledore spat out after a long and very uncomfortable silence. "You're scum. Malfoy, I thought you had more sense than to fall in love with a mudblood. And you Granger, how dare you lure this pureblood into your trap. Don't look so surprised," and Hermione was indeed looking very surprised, "I know all about Potter and Weasley's infatuation with you. You're nothing but a whore and Hogwarts doesn't accept mudblood sluts. You are expelled, both of you. Leave immediately."
Hermione stared at him uncomprehendingly.
"Sir," she whispered, "what did we do?"
Draco fought back an urge to wrap his arms around her as her eyes began to fill with tears. However, he knew that would probably make their situation worse so instead he clenched his fists.
"Yeah, what did we do?" he echoed proud of his voice that still maintained its accustomed iciness even though he felt like jelly inside.
"DON'T ACT INNOCENT. I KNOW WHAT YOU DID!" Dumbledore thundered.
"WHAT?" Hermione and Draco shouted back in unison.
"You were seen KISSING at the station and you have been heard on several other occasions plotting to run away together and disgrace the Malfoy name."
***
The two students stared wildly at each other. They had done no such thing. Had Dumbledore gone mad? What was going on?
"You cannot deny it, "Dumbledore continued, "my sources are very reliable and the accusation has been confirmed by several trustworthy people. Your bags are waiting at the front gate and there is a carriage waiting to take you both away. Where, I do not care and neither does anybody else. I needn't remind you that contacting your parents is futile. Granger, I don't think your parents will accept such a failure as their child and Malfoy, your father has been informed of your treachery. Give me your wands."
Draco and Hermione sat, shell-shocked, neither of them making any move. Dumbledore pulled out his wand. They both flinched.
***
"Expelliarmus!*" Their wands flew out of their pockets and into his hands. "Now, LEAVE!" He shouted at them and Draco stumbled to his feet. Hermione, however, seemed glued to her seat. Dumbledore moved towards her, his face a mask of fury.
"Come on, Hermione." Draco yelled, panicking. He grabbed one of her small, pale hands and pulled her up. Circling one of his arms around her waist he propelled her out of the door in front of him trying not to feel the tingly sensation his contact with Hermione was giving him.
***
*I'm so sorry, I probably spelt that wrong.
~*~
Ta da! What the hell is wrong with Dumbledore? Where will Hermione and Draco go? And most importantly who is going to review? I'll take care of the first two questions and you can take care of the last one. Deal? Deal!
Sorry it was such a short chapter, but I will write more. Promise.
~*~ Hey again. How is everybody? Good I hope. This is Chapter 2 of `Love. A magic all of it's own'. I'm very proud as to the speed at which I'm getting this next chapter up. Just call me speedy fish!(Dr Seuss character, oh never mind!) Dumbledore goes a bit mad in this chapter so for those of you who don't like rather harsh insults this one isn't for you.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Well that just about says it!
~*~
Hermione jumped up the stone stairs to the headmaster's office three at a time and quickly arrived, panting, in front of a large stone gargoyle.
"Damn!" she muttered to herself , "I don't know what the password is."
"Canary cream." A smooth voice from behind her made Hermione jump. "I've never heard of those." The voice continued as the gargoyle leapt aside.
Hermione stifled a giggle. She briefly wondered if the Weasley twins had dared to give their old headmaster one of their inventions. Probably not, Dumbledore knew everything that went on at his school so he had undoubtedly known about the altered sweets. Suddenly Hermione was jerked out of her reverie by the realisation of who the smooth voice belonged to.
"Malfoy." She whispered aloud.
"What, Granger?" he asked, equally quietly from just behind her. Hermione closed her eyes. She desperately wanted to ask him why he was so close, why his voice was suddenly so soft when he spoke to her, why he seemed to affect her so much...why?
"How did you know what the password was?" she blurted out then groaned inwardly at her stupidity when she felt Malfoy move away.
"Dumbledore told me, idiot mudblood." He snarled and the tension (AN dare I say sexual tension!) flowed away from the two of them like water.
***
Trying to ignore Hermione, although he was finding it increasingly hard to do so, Draco ascended the steps to Dumbledore's office and, barely grazing his knuckles across the wood by way of a knock, stormed in.
"Could we make this quick?, "Draco asked sitting in one of the two wooden chairs that faced the dark, imposing desk. "I don't know how long I can be in the same room as a mudblood without throwing up, even at this distance I..." Draco broke off as he caught a glimpse of Dumbledore's face. He had obviously gone too far this time, Draco didn't think he had ever seen someone look so angry. And to see that expression on Dumbledore, who usually kept his emotions hidden, it was ten times worse. Just then Hermione arrived in the door way, seeing Dumbledore's face her own paled and she hurried in and sat down next to Draco. The headmaster stood up and with a casual wave of his arm the door slammed shut. Both students jumped at the loud bang it made and Hermione began to shake slightly. Draco defiantly looked Dumbledore in the eye and immediately wished he hadn't as the crazy glint in the older mans eyes made him truly afraid.
***
"I'm disgusted." Dumbledore spat out after a long and very uncomfortable silence. "You're scum. Malfoy, I thought you had more sense than to fall in love with a mudblood. And you Granger, how dare you lure this pureblood into your trap. Don't look so surprised," and Hermione was indeed looking very surprised, "I know all about Potter and Weasley's infatuation with you. You're nothing but a whore and Hogwarts doesn't accept mudblood sluts. You are expelled, both of you. Leave immediately."
Hermione stared at him uncomprehendingly.
"Sir," she whispered, "what did we do?"
Draco fought back an urge to wrap his arms around her as her eyes began to fill with tears. However, he knew that would probably make their situation worse so instead he clenched his fists.
"Yeah, what did we do?" he echoed proud of his voice that still maintained its accustomed iciness even though he felt like jelly inside.
"DON'T ACT INNOCENT. I KNOW WHAT YOU DID!" Dumbledore thundered.
"WHAT?" Hermione and Draco shouted back in unison.
"You were seen KISSING at the station and you have been heard on several other occasions plotting to run away together and disgrace the Malfoy name."
***
The two students stared wildly at each other. They had done no such thing. Had Dumbledore gone mad? What was going on?
"You cannot deny it, "Dumbledore continued, "my sources are very reliable and the accusation has been confirmed by several trustworthy people. Your bags are waiting at the front gate and there is a carriage waiting to take you both away. Where, I do not care and neither does anybody else. I needn't remind you that contacting your parents is futile. Granger, I don't think your parents will accept such a failure as their child and Malfoy, your father has been informed of your treachery. Give me your wands."
Draco and Hermione sat, shell-shocked, neither of them making any move. Dumbledore pulled out his wand. They both flinched.
***
"Expelliarmus!*" Their wands flew out of their pockets and into his hands. "Now, LEAVE!" He shouted at them and Draco stumbled to his feet. Hermione, however, seemed glued to her seat. Dumbledore moved towards her, his face a mask of fury.
"Come on, Hermione." Draco yelled, panicking. He grabbed one of her small, pale hands and pulled her up. Circling one of his arms around her waist he propelled her out of the door in front of him trying not to feel the tingly sensation his contact with Hermione was giving him.
***
*I'm so sorry, I probably spelt that wrong.
~*~
Ta da! What the hell is wrong with Dumbledore? Where will Hermione and Draco go? And most importantly who is going to review? I'll take care of the first two questions and you can take care of the last one. Deal? Deal!
Sorry it was such a short chapter, but I will write more. Promise.