Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter.
Author's note: sorry for anything that doesn't make sense and spelling errors, I had no time to proofread.
SOFT WATER FLOWS
Hermione Granger smiled as she finished her Transfiguration essay which was two parchements long. It was longer than
necessary but after all, she wanted to get a good grade. Hermione carefully rolled up the parchments and slipped them into
her bag. She glanced at her watch, it'll be half an hour before the library closes and for the students to return to their dorms
for the day.
Looking around her, Hermione saw that she was the only one in the library except for two Ravenclaws and
Madam Pince, who was writing furiously onto a piece of parchment and muttering under her breath. Leaving her bag at the
table, Hermione walked to a random shelf to look for a book to read. After a while of skimming book titles that didn't sound
the least bit appealing, she began skimming the next shelf of books. Which contained different sized books about Quidditch.
Hermione smiled at the idea of shocking Harry and Ron with her knowledge of Quidditch. Which wasn't a lot but she was
going to change that.
"I'll show them." Hermione muttered to herself. She thought of all the times Harry and Ron discussing Quidditch while she
sat aside. Apparantly, they didn't want to include her in their conversation. They have no idea how much it hurt her feelings.
Hermione understands that she wasn't included in their conversations about Quidditch is because she knew little about it.
But, still, it hurt. Hermione grabbed a few random books and started to return to her table but she saw something that made
her stop in her tracks.
Draco Malfoy. He was leaning on the shelf with his back to her, skimming through a heavy, thick book.
Hermione had always managed to avoid him but this was an exception. Because it just so happens that the shelves of
Qudditch was books vertical to the shelves on the wall. The only way out was past Malfoy and there's no possible way for
Hermione to leave without being seen by him. Actually, it seems that he didn't even notice she was there. Taking a deep
breath, Hermione walked as fast as she could to get past Malfoy. She let out a sigh in relief, hearing no comment from him.
"Since when did you become so interested in Quidditch, Mudblood?"
Hermione spun around in anger. "I should be asking why you would ever be in a library, Malfoy."
She knew quite well that he was one of the top students in their year including herself and it wouldn't be unusual for him to
be in the libray. But she was too mad to being thinking correctly right now. Hermione glared at Malfoy, who wore a smirk on
his face and didn't seem to be affected by her words. Which made her even more angrier.
"Thinking about joining the Quidditch team this year? You can't even get on a broomstick." He sneered at her.
Before Hermione could say anything, Madam Pince appeared behind her.
"There is no talking in the library. And if you really need to, I suggest going down to the Great Hall." She said sharply.
"We weren't talking at all, Madam Pince." Hermione glared at Malfoy one more time before going back to her seat to pick up
her bag and to return Gryffindor Tower.
Along the dimly lit corridors, shadows played tricks on you. Hermione picked up her pace. 'Sometimes,' Hermione thought.
'Hogwarts is a little creepy.'
Just a few days ago, as she was making her way back to the tower, she thought she had seen someone watching her from the
shadows. But, only to look more closely and see that it WAS the shadows.
Hermione shook her head and thought of the definite A plus she'll get on her Transfiguration essay.
RIIP!!!
Her bag had just been split open.
"Oh no!"
She bent down to pick up her quills, parchments, ink bottles ('Thank God I'd put an anti-breaking spell on those a few days
before.'), and her textbooks.
"I guess I'll need an extra bag." Hermione muttered to herself.
"What are you doing out of your dormitory?" A surly voice said over her.
She looked up and groaned inwardly. It was Snape.
"Nothing, Professor. I had just left the library and was headed for Gryffindor Tower when my bag-"
"Enough," Snape held up a hand. "with your pathetic little excuses. Detention."
He looked down along the corridor which were all her stuff were scattered.
"And ten points fron Gryffindor," He sneered. "for blocking the corridors." And he left without bothering to step over her
things, he stepped onto her Transfiguration essay.
When Snape was out of sight, she threw up her hands in exasperation and anger. "I'll have to rewrite it again!"
In a huff, she threw the rest of her things in her bag. When she got back to the common room, she threw down her bag ontop
of the table where Ron and Harry were playing wizard chess. With a thud the chess pieces tumbled off the board and
scattered all over the table.
"Hey! I was winning!" Ron complained as he and Harry picked up the pieces.
"Snape gave me detention!"
Ron looked shocked.
"What did he do that for?" Harry asked.
"Apparently, picking up your things after your bag split open in the corridors is against scholl rules." Hermione answered
sarcastically. She made a noise of anger and sat down on a chair, crossing her arms.
"That's Snape. he do anything to get us in trouble. And it's the highlight of his day to get one if not all of us into detention.'
Ron said scathingly.
"Well, I'm off to bed." Hermione grumbled. They bid her goodnight and she went off to the girl's dormitories.
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That morning at breakfast, Hermione received an owl concerning her detention. She was to report to the library after classes.
Hermione thought that was odd. What kind of punishment could be done at the library?
So, after classes that day, Hermione headed off for the library.
'Think of it this way, I'm just going to the library for research and not detention.' She thought to herself. It didn't help. 'A
detention on my permanent record is not good. How will I ever get a good job?'
As Hermione set foot into the library, she had an idea why detebtion was being held at the library. The shelves where the
usual books sat were completey bare. And instead the books were in piles on the floor, tables, chairs, and in crates. There
were narrow spaces for one person to walk through. The piles of books were as high as Hermione's chin and she had to crane
her neck over the books to see Madam Pince was over to the left. Carefully as not to knock any nooks over, she made her
way over.
"Good you're here. Professor Snape has given me the job of supervising your detention. You will be reorganizing and cleaning
the library. Goodness knows it needs it." Madam Pince instructed.
"But, Madam Pince, by myself? It'll take months!" Hermione said.
"No girl. Not by yourself." She motioned a little to Hermione's left. Hermione turned around and an most unpleasant sight
met her eyes. Malfoy was leaning against a table with his arms and ankles crossed. He was wearing an amused expression.
"Now with him, it'll take weeks I suppose." Madam Pince replied.
"What's he doing here?" Hermione asked irritated.
"Why, the same reason as you! I'll be in my office if you need me." She disappeared into the maze of books leaving Hermione
alone with Malfoy.
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Next chapter coming soon. Hope you like the story! And please review.
Author's note: sorry for anything that doesn't make sense and spelling errors, I had no time to proofread.
SOFT WATER FLOWS
Hermione Granger smiled as she finished her Transfiguration essay which was two parchements long. It was longer than
necessary but after all, she wanted to get a good grade. Hermione carefully rolled up the parchments and slipped them into
her bag. She glanced at her watch, it'll be half an hour before the library closes and for the students to return to their dorms
for the day.
Looking around her, Hermione saw that she was the only one in the library except for two Ravenclaws and
Madam Pince, who was writing furiously onto a piece of parchment and muttering under her breath. Leaving her bag at the
table, Hermione walked to a random shelf to look for a book to read. After a while of skimming book titles that didn't sound
the least bit appealing, she began skimming the next shelf of books. Which contained different sized books about Quidditch.
Hermione smiled at the idea of shocking Harry and Ron with her knowledge of Quidditch. Which wasn't a lot but she was
going to change that.
"I'll show them." Hermione muttered to herself. She thought of all the times Harry and Ron discussing Quidditch while she
sat aside. Apparantly, they didn't want to include her in their conversation. They have no idea how much it hurt her feelings.
Hermione understands that she wasn't included in their conversations about Quidditch is because she knew little about it.
But, still, it hurt. Hermione grabbed a few random books and started to return to her table but she saw something that made
her stop in her tracks.
Draco Malfoy. He was leaning on the shelf with his back to her, skimming through a heavy, thick book.
Hermione had always managed to avoid him but this was an exception. Because it just so happens that the shelves of
Qudditch was books vertical to the shelves on the wall. The only way out was past Malfoy and there's no possible way for
Hermione to leave without being seen by him. Actually, it seems that he didn't even notice she was there. Taking a deep
breath, Hermione walked as fast as she could to get past Malfoy. She let out a sigh in relief, hearing no comment from him.
"Since when did you become so interested in Quidditch, Mudblood?"
Hermione spun around in anger. "I should be asking why you would ever be in a library, Malfoy."
She knew quite well that he was one of the top students in their year including herself and it wouldn't be unusual for him to
be in the libray. But she was too mad to being thinking correctly right now. Hermione glared at Malfoy, who wore a smirk on
his face and didn't seem to be affected by her words. Which made her even more angrier.
"Thinking about joining the Quidditch team this year? You can't even get on a broomstick." He sneered at her.
Before Hermione could say anything, Madam Pince appeared behind her.
"There is no talking in the library. And if you really need to, I suggest going down to the Great Hall." She said sharply.
"We weren't talking at all, Madam Pince." Hermione glared at Malfoy one more time before going back to her seat to pick up
her bag and to return Gryffindor Tower.
Along the dimly lit corridors, shadows played tricks on you. Hermione picked up her pace. 'Sometimes,' Hermione thought.
'Hogwarts is a little creepy.'
Just a few days ago, as she was making her way back to the tower, she thought she had seen someone watching her from the
shadows. But, only to look more closely and see that it WAS the shadows.
Hermione shook her head and thought of the definite A plus she'll get on her Transfiguration essay.
RIIP!!!
Her bag had just been split open.
"Oh no!"
She bent down to pick up her quills, parchments, ink bottles ('Thank God I'd put an anti-breaking spell on those a few days
before.'), and her textbooks.
"I guess I'll need an extra bag." Hermione muttered to herself.
"What are you doing out of your dormitory?" A surly voice said over her.
She looked up and groaned inwardly. It was Snape.
"Nothing, Professor. I had just left the library and was headed for Gryffindor Tower when my bag-"
"Enough," Snape held up a hand. "with your pathetic little excuses. Detention."
He looked down along the corridor which were all her stuff were scattered.
"And ten points fron Gryffindor," He sneered. "for blocking the corridors." And he left without bothering to step over her
things, he stepped onto her Transfiguration essay.
When Snape was out of sight, she threw up her hands in exasperation and anger. "I'll have to rewrite it again!"
In a huff, she threw the rest of her things in her bag. When she got back to the common room, she threw down her bag ontop
of the table where Ron and Harry were playing wizard chess. With a thud the chess pieces tumbled off the board and
scattered all over the table.
"Hey! I was winning!" Ron complained as he and Harry picked up the pieces.
"Snape gave me detention!"
Ron looked shocked.
"What did he do that for?" Harry asked.
"Apparently, picking up your things after your bag split open in the corridors is against scholl rules." Hermione answered
sarcastically. She made a noise of anger and sat down on a chair, crossing her arms.
"That's Snape. he do anything to get us in trouble. And it's the highlight of his day to get one if not all of us into detention.'
Ron said scathingly.
"Well, I'm off to bed." Hermione grumbled. They bid her goodnight and she went off to the girl's dormitories.
___________________________________________________________
That morning at breakfast, Hermione received an owl concerning her detention. She was to report to the library after classes.
Hermione thought that was odd. What kind of punishment could be done at the library?
So, after classes that day, Hermione headed off for the library.
'Think of it this way, I'm just going to the library for research and not detention.' She thought to herself. It didn't help. 'A
detention on my permanent record is not good. How will I ever get a good job?'
As Hermione set foot into the library, she had an idea why detebtion was being held at the library. The shelves where the
usual books sat were completey bare. And instead the books were in piles on the floor, tables, chairs, and in crates. There
were narrow spaces for one person to walk through. The piles of books were as high as Hermione's chin and she had to crane
her neck over the books to see Madam Pince was over to the left. Carefully as not to knock any nooks over, she made her
way over.
"Good you're here. Professor Snape has given me the job of supervising your detention. You will be reorganizing and cleaning
the library. Goodness knows it needs it." Madam Pince instructed.
"But, Madam Pince, by myself? It'll take months!" Hermione said.
"No girl. Not by yourself." She motioned a little to Hermione's left. Hermione turned around and an most unpleasant sight
met her eyes. Malfoy was leaning against a table with his arms and ankles crossed. He was wearing an amused expression.
"Now with him, it'll take weeks I suppose." Madam Pince replied.
"What's he doing here?" Hermione asked irritated.
"Why, the same reason as you! I'll be in my office if you need me." She disappeared into the maze of books leaving Hermione
alone with Malfoy.
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Next chapter coming soon. Hope you like the story! And please review.