Malfoy looked at her in disgust.
"Good morning Miss Granger," Professor Dumbledore said with a kind smile. "Mister Malfoy was about to tell me something. Is there something wrong?"
Hermione still looked at Malfoy. Why did she have to be in the same room with Him? Hermione faced her Headmaster.
"I had something important to tell you, but maybe I should return later," said Hermione.
"Well, if you like you could return here in a while, when Mister Malfoy is finished telling his problem," said Professor Dumbledore.
"Yes sir," said Hermione. She walked out of the door with one last glance at Malfoy. He had turned his back on her again.
Hermione closed the door behind her and was about to step on the stairs, when she heard Professor Dumbledore talking.
"I know you must find it terrible that you father died," said Dumbledore full of sympathy.
"Yes," said Malfoy. "He was an awful man, but still my father and I loved him." He had a tone in his voice Hermione never heard before and for a couple of seconds she was feeling sorry for him.
She stepped on the stairs and let it take her down. Why did she even go to Dumbledore? McGonagall was the head of her house, so Hermione should go to her.
But even if she liked McGonagall very much, she still had the feeling she had to go to Professor Dumbledore to talk. He always knew how to solve a problem and Hermione admired him very much. She hoped she could ever become a witch as nearly as powerful as Dumbledore.
Now Voldemort had risen again since the end of the last school year, Dumbledore was very busy with communicating with his spies. This world and the muggle one would have terrible times with all the Death Eaters who have all the power again and Voldemort.
Hermione wasn't ashamed to be a muggle-born. She was kind of proud of it, even getting better grades than most of all the pure bloods in school. But in these times Hermione whished she was pureblood and she was really ashamed at the thought. It were dangerous times to be a muggle-born.
The gargoyle moved to let Hermione out and closed again behind her. Hermione was planning to wait here for Malfoy to come out, but then she saw Fred and George. They were whispering, without noticing Hermione. They were planning something for sure.
Hermione tried to sneak up to them. As soundless as possible she walked to them. They were holding a brown sack and it was like it was moving. Were they holding a creature in there?
"Fred! George!" Hermione said loudly.
Fred, who was holding the sack, was scared out of his wits. He let the sack go and turned around to see an angry Hermione standing there. Then he tried to reach for the sack again, but it was to late. Hundreds of little, purple frogs came jumping out of the sack. Hermione reached for her wand to petrify them.
"Stupefy!" She yelled to the frogs. They froze and Hermione signed. It would be terrible if all those frogs were spread over the castle. McGonagall would have a fit!
Hermione tuned around to yell at Fred and George and maybe to take a few points of Gryffindor. Her jaw dropped when she saw Fred and George lying on the floor. She didn't hit them with her spell, did she? They were to far away.
Hermione turned around and saw Malfoy lying on the ground too, just in front of the stone gargoyle. As fast as she could she undid the spell on Fred, George and Malfoy.
"What the…" said George, standing up. "You cursed us! Never knew you had it in you Hermione."
Hermione's face went red, not from embarrassment, but of fury. "Get these frogs now and put them outside near the forbidden Forest! Don't let me take fifty points of Gryffindor by telling McGonagall!" Hermione was furious. Why were they never serious? Hermione turned around and walked to the gargoyle. With just ignoring Malfoy she told the password in a whisper, so that Fred and George wouldn't hear it and walked to Dumbledore's office.
*
Hermione knocked on the door.
"Come in!" Said Dumbledore's voice.
Hermione walked in to see a bit happy Albus Dumbledore sitting behind his desk. He smiled at her and nodded for her to sit down.
"So, Miss Granger. What seems to be the problem?" Asked Dumbledore.
"Since a week ago," said Hermione, "I keep on hearing those strange voices in my bedroom. And if I concentrate really hard, I can read a whole book without even noticing the time. Just now I said a spell and it was about ten times stronger than it should be! I tried to look it up in the library, but I couldn't find anything. I guest I could've looked harder, but I felt this urge to tell you about it. I thought maybe you would know what it was."
Dumbledore had a weird look on his face, that seemed to be a mix of happiness and confusion. He frowned, deep in thoughts.
"I believe you have gotten yourself a couple of extraordinary gifts, Miss Granger," he said. "But the most interesting part is, that Mister Malfoy has just told me that the same things were happening to him.."
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This was the third chapter! And thanks for reviewing everybody! I hope things might become a bit interesting now.
"Good morning Miss Granger," Professor Dumbledore said with a kind smile. "Mister Malfoy was about to tell me something. Is there something wrong?"
Hermione still looked at Malfoy. Why did she have to be in the same room with Him? Hermione faced her Headmaster.
"I had something important to tell you, but maybe I should return later," said Hermione.
"Well, if you like you could return here in a while, when Mister Malfoy is finished telling his problem," said Professor Dumbledore.
"Yes sir," said Hermione. She walked out of the door with one last glance at Malfoy. He had turned his back on her again.
Hermione closed the door behind her and was about to step on the stairs, when she heard Professor Dumbledore talking.
"I know you must find it terrible that you father died," said Dumbledore full of sympathy.
"Yes," said Malfoy. "He was an awful man, but still my father and I loved him." He had a tone in his voice Hermione never heard before and for a couple of seconds she was feeling sorry for him.
She stepped on the stairs and let it take her down. Why did she even go to Dumbledore? McGonagall was the head of her house, so Hermione should go to her.
But even if she liked McGonagall very much, she still had the feeling she had to go to Professor Dumbledore to talk. He always knew how to solve a problem and Hermione admired him very much. She hoped she could ever become a witch as nearly as powerful as Dumbledore.
Now Voldemort had risen again since the end of the last school year, Dumbledore was very busy with communicating with his spies. This world and the muggle one would have terrible times with all the Death Eaters who have all the power again and Voldemort.
Hermione wasn't ashamed to be a muggle-born. She was kind of proud of it, even getting better grades than most of all the pure bloods in school. But in these times Hermione whished she was pureblood and she was really ashamed at the thought. It were dangerous times to be a muggle-born.
The gargoyle moved to let Hermione out and closed again behind her. Hermione was planning to wait here for Malfoy to come out, but then she saw Fred and George. They were whispering, without noticing Hermione. They were planning something for sure.
Hermione tried to sneak up to them. As soundless as possible she walked to them. They were holding a brown sack and it was like it was moving. Were they holding a creature in there?
"Fred! George!" Hermione said loudly.
Fred, who was holding the sack, was scared out of his wits. He let the sack go and turned around to see an angry Hermione standing there. Then he tried to reach for the sack again, but it was to late. Hundreds of little, purple frogs came jumping out of the sack. Hermione reached for her wand to petrify them.
"Stupefy!" She yelled to the frogs. They froze and Hermione signed. It would be terrible if all those frogs were spread over the castle. McGonagall would have a fit!
Hermione tuned around to yell at Fred and George and maybe to take a few points of Gryffindor. Her jaw dropped when she saw Fred and George lying on the floor. She didn't hit them with her spell, did she? They were to far away.
Hermione turned around and saw Malfoy lying on the ground too, just in front of the stone gargoyle. As fast as she could she undid the spell on Fred, George and Malfoy.
"What the…" said George, standing up. "You cursed us! Never knew you had it in you Hermione."
Hermione's face went red, not from embarrassment, but of fury. "Get these frogs now and put them outside near the forbidden Forest! Don't let me take fifty points of Gryffindor by telling McGonagall!" Hermione was furious. Why were they never serious? Hermione turned around and walked to the gargoyle. With just ignoring Malfoy she told the password in a whisper, so that Fred and George wouldn't hear it and walked to Dumbledore's office.
*
Hermione knocked on the door.
"Come in!" Said Dumbledore's voice.
Hermione walked in to see a bit happy Albus Dumbledore sitting behind his desk. He smiled at her and nodded for her to sit down.
"So, Miss Granger. What seems to be the problem?" Asked Dumbledore.
"Since a week ago," said Hermione, "I keep on hearing those strange voices in my bedroom. And if I concentrate really hard, I can read a whole book without even noticing the time. Just now I said a spell and it was about ten times stronger than it should be! I tried to look it up in the library, but I couldn't find anything. I guest I could've looked harder, but I felt this urge to tell you about it. I thought maybe you would know what it was."
Dumbledore had a weird look on his face, that seemed to be a mix of happiness and confusion. He frowned, deep in thoughts.
"I believe you have gotten yourself a couple of extraordinary gifts, Miss Granger," he said. "But the most interesting part is, that Mister Malfoy has just told me that the same things were happening to him.."
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This was the third chapter! And thanks for reviewing everybody! I hope things might become a bit interesting now.