DISCALIMER: I don't own Harry Potter.
A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update. I got lazy and school.
SOFT WATER FLOWS
Chapter Two
Hermione glared at Malfoy. He glared back. Deciding that she had better things to do than stare at Malfoy all night. She looked to her right. The
table a foot away from her held all sorts of Muggle cleaning supplies. There were sponges, rags, buckets, mops, and featherdusters. Apparently,
they were not allowed to use magic. Hermione sighed inwardly.
'This will take too long,' She looked at Malfoy from the corner of her eye. 'TOO long.'
She walked to the table, grabbed a sponge, a rag, and two buckets. She turned to Malfoy. "Well? I'm not doing this by myself."
Malfoy scowled at her but, he walked to the table.
"Don't use the featherdusters, the dust would just fall back down." Hermione said, bossily.
"I guess you would know, wouldn't you Granger?" He sneered at her. "Spend the summer holidays cleaning for money with Weasley? You must
be very poor. Otherwise, you would have gotten a haircut." He added, referring to her still bushy hair which was tied into a ponytail.
He didn't know if she was really poor but, he say anything to get that satisfying enraged look on Potter and his friends. 'Too bad Weasel isn't here.'
Malfoy thought. 'He's the easiest to pick on.'
Hermione's eyes sparked with anger and annoyance. "What's the matter with you?! Does it just makes your day that you've made someone
miserable? No, I don't think snobby Draco Malfoy can go a day without insulting someone. As a matter of fact, I actually think you might die without
your daily insults!"
"You can say all you want. You're not going to get me mad." Malfoy told her, calmly.
"You're impossible! I've never met anyone so - You know what? I'm just going to ignore you." With that, she spun quickly on her heels and walked
to the nearest shelf, her back to him.
Behind her, she heard Malfoy give a triumphant snort. Hermione closed her eyes in anger. She conjured up a spell for soapy water and another
for clean water. She dipped her sponge angrily into the soapy water and began scrubbing the thick layer of dust of the bottom shelf.
'Stupid, stupid, stupid Malfoy. Why does he have to be so - so- ' Hermione couldn't even think of a word to describe him. She glared in his
direction. He was, too, scrubbing the bottom shelf.
As if sensing her gaze, he looked up in her direction with that insufferable smirk on his face. Hermione right then and there wanted to strangle him.
She smiled sarcastically at him, then looked away.
'Spoiled brat.'
Hermione rolled up her sleeves, dipped the sponge into the clean water, squeezed all the dust out, then wiped the now sparkling clean shelf. She
looked up and around the big library. She sighed. As much as Hermione liked being in the library, she didn't find it pleasing to be actually
cleaning it.
Well, what could she do? She didn't want to have it down on her permanent record that she had gotten detention but, refused to accept the
punishment. Having a detention put into her permanent record was bad enough. Why did her bag rip? She had bought it last summer.
He seems different, well in appearance anyway. Starting from Fifth year, he had looked a little more tanner and had grown taller. And to her
amazement, he was no longer skinny but, fit. Now, in their Sixth year, he had changed his hair to short spikes.
'Well, it was only natural. People grow and change the most in their teen years after all.' Hermione thought. Harry and Ron had grown as well. Ron
had even joined the Quidditch team as one of the Beaters since Fred and George had left hogwarts. 'Even I have grown.'
Hermione missed the times when she, Harry, and Ron would sit in the common room in front of the fire and just simply talk. And an occasional
argument with Ron. But, now that both Harry and Ron were in the Quidditch team, they were almot always in practices. And to top it all off, the
teachers were giving even more work for the students to do.
Hermione shook her thoughts out of her head. She had work to do.
***
After what seemed like years, Madam Pince came out of her office in the far back. Hermione and Malfoy took this as a dismissal. They both
gathered their things and returned them to the table as Madam Pince walked over to them.
"Same time tomorrow. Now, go back to your common rooms." She said, returned to her office.
Hermione retreived her bag and hurriedly left the library. She had homework to do. Hermione heard soft footsteps behind her. She rolled her eyes.
"Are you following me, Malfoy?" Hermione asked without turning around.
"Don't flatter yourself, Granger." He drawled lazily.
"Correct me if I'm wrong but, I thought your common room was down in the dungeons." She retorted.
"True. But, who said I was going back to my common room?" She could practically hear the smirk in his voice.
"It was quite a coincidence that Snape appeared when your bag ripped and 'blocked the corridors'. He drawled out again.
Hermione spun around to face him. "How - ?" Then it dawned on her. "You did it! You performed the Diffindo charm to make my bag rip!"
Malfoy clapped his hands mockingly. "Give the girl a prize." He moved to lean against the wall, crossing his arms.
She glared at him angrily. It was because of Malfoy that she now had written in her permanent record that says she had gotten a detention. It
would be his fault if she didn't get a good job when she leaves Hogwarts.
She struggled through her fury to think of something to say back to him. Then she got it.
"I guess my getting detention wasn't really worth it if you got detention, too." Hermione looked at him calmly but, anger was visible in her eyes.
"You got caught by Professor McGonagall." Any other teacher would have just taken away points but, McGonagall was VERY strict.
Malfoy shrugged. "It WAS worth. And you well know that you deserve it, you filthy little Mudblood."
Hermione's arm swung forward and -- SMACK! She had slapped him across the face.
Malfoy shoved her to the floor. Hard.
"Don't do that again Granger. Or you'll be very sorry. " He threatened through clenched teeth.
Hermione narrowed her eyes at him.
"You'll do well to remind yourself where your place is, Mudblood. YOU don't look down on ME. I look down on YOU."
He turned to leave. Hermoine grabbed a book lying near her and threw it at Malfoy's back. He stopped for a few seconds, then he turned to look at
her. His face held expressions of confusion and wonder. After that, he turned back around and left.
"What was that?" Hermione muttered to herself. She got up and discovered that a dull pain on her right elbow and that her rear was hurting
immensing.
'Stupid Malfoy. Why did he had to go and get muscles?' Hermione thought bitterly to herself. She collected the things that had fallen out of her bag
including the book that she had threw at Malfoy and stuffed them back into her bag.
Hermione made her way back to the Gryffindor common room. With every step she murmured an 'ow' to herelf because of the pain her rear was
giving her everytime she walked a step. She gave the Fat Lady the password, and crawled through the portrait hole.
"Hey, Hermione." Harry greeted with a smile.
'How was detention with Malfoy?" Ron asked eagerly.
Hermione grunted in answer and fell into a armchair next to Harry.
He took a closer look. "What's wrong? You look all hot and bothered."
". . . I slapped Malfoy." She answered at last.
"Woohoo! Go, Hermione!" Some nearby Gryffindors cheered.
". . . Then, he shoved me onto the floor."
"No, he didn't!" Ginny gasped from next to Ron.
"And pretty hard, too." Hermione muttered.
Harry put a hand on her shoulders. "You want us to beat him up for you? Or maybe a hex or two?"
Hermione shook her head and smiled. She was grateful for Harry's attempt to make her feel better. But, something was disturbing her . . . the
look of confusion and wonder on Malfoy's face after she threw that book at him. She didn't know why it was bothering her so much. Hermione
rubbed her temples.
"I've got to do my homework." She took out parchment, a quill, and books. "Why aren't you doing your homework? The transfiguration essay is due
in two days!"
"We . . . uh . . . we already finished it?" Ron answered weakly. "We'll get our books!" He added quickly when Hermione gave them the 'look'.
He and Harry jumped up and ran for the boys' dormitory.
Lavender, who had witnessed the whole scene, giggled. "You have them wrapped around your finger!"
Ginny nodded in agreement, looking amused.
hermoine didn't hear them as she already have begun working.
***
Malfoy laid on his bed with his arms under his head. He was alone in the dormitory at last. He had wanted to think. After, he had stepped into the
Slytherin common room, Pansy had attached herself to him, telling him useless things he didn't even want to know. It took awhile but, he was
able to escape. Malfoy knew that Pansy wanted to be his girlfriend. How could she not? He was, after all, Draco Malfoy. He smirked.
He didn't even consider the idea. Pansy was such a nuisance. Hanging around him everytime he came into the room. He scowled.
His thoughts turned to the event that happened earlier.
Malfoy couldn't understand it. After, Mudblood Granger threw that book at him, he had the feeling that it had happened countless times before.
What was even more confusing was that a image flashed ino his mind for a few seconds and then was gone.
Malfoy closed his eyes, trying to remember the full details of the image.
It was of a girl. She was glaring at him mockingly , her eyes twinkling playfully. And he somehow knew that she had thrown a pillow at him. She was
in her bedroom. The sun streaking into the room, giving him the feeling that it was summer. The girl strangely resembled Granger.
Malfoy sat up suddenly. He now knew what the image was. It wasn't a image at all.
It was a memory.
***
Hi, again. i finally uploaded this chapter after -- what? -- a month? I apologize.
If you find this story interesting, stay tuned cause hopefully I'll have the next chapter up soon. Or somewhere around soon.
As always sorry for any mistakes and spelling errors and if something doesn't make sense. I'll almost never proofread. Hmm. . . maybe I should get
a beta reader. . .
Please review. The only thing that inspires me to continue my stories.
A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update. I got lazy and school.
SOFT WATER FLOWS
Chapter Two
Hermione glared at Malfoy. He glared back. Deciding that she had better things to do than stare at Malfoy all night. She looked to her right. The
table a foot away from her held all sorts of Muggle cleaning supplies. There were sponges, rags, buckets, mops, and featherdusters. Apparently,
they were not allowed to use magic. Hermione sighed inwardly.
'This will take too long,' She looked at Malfoy from the corner of her eye. 'TOO long.'
She walked to the table, grabbed a sponge, a rag, and two buckets. She turned to Malfoy. "Well? I'm not doing this by myself."
Malfoy scowled at her but, he walked to the table.
"Don't use the featherdusters, the dust would just fall back down." Hermione said, bossily.
"I guess you would know, wouldn't you Granger?" He sneered at her. "Spend the summer holidays cleaning for money with Weasley? You must
be very poor. Otherwise, you would have gotten a haircut." He added, referring to her still bushy hair which was tied into a ponytail.
He didn't know if she was really poor but, he say anything to get that satisfying enraged look on Potter and his friends. 'Too bad Weasel isn't here.'
Malfoy thought. 'He's the easiest to pick on.'
Hermione's eyes sparked with anger and annoyance. "What's the matter with you?! Does it just makes your day that you've made someone
miserable? No, I don't think snobby Draco Malfoy can go a day without insulting someone. As a matter of fact, I actually think you might die without
your daily insults!"
"You can say all you want. You're not going to get me mad." Malfoy told her, calmly.
"You're impossible! I've never met anyone so - You know what? I'm just going to ignore you." With that, she spun quickly on her heels and walked
to the nearest shelf, her back to him.
Behind her, she heard Malfoy give a triumphant snort. Hermione closed her eyes in anger. She conjured up a spell for soapy water and another
for clean water. She dipped her sponge angrily into the soapy water and began scrubbing the thick layer of dust of the bottom shelf.
'Stupid, stupid, stupid Malfoy. Why does he have to be so - so- ' Hermione couldn't even think of a word to describe him. She glared in his
direction. He was, too, scrubbing the bottom shelf.
As if sensing her gaze, he looked up in her direction with that insufferable smirk on his face. Hermione right then and there wanted to strangle him.
She smiled sarcastically at him, then looked away.
'Spoiled brat.'
Hermione rolled up her sleeves, dipped the sponge into the clean water, squeezed all the dust out, then wiped the now sparkling clean shelf. She
looked up and around the big library. She sighed. As much as Hermione liked being in the library, she didn't find it pleasing to be actually
cleaning it.
Well, what could she do? She didn't want to have it down on her permanent record that she had gotten detention but, refused to accept the
punishment. Having a detention put into her permanent record was bad enough. Why did her bag rip? She had bought it last summer.
He seems different, well in appearance anyway. Starting from Fifth year, he had looked a little more tanner and had grown taller. And to her
amazement, he was no longer skinny but, fit. Now, in their Sixth year, he had changed his hair to short spikes.
'Well, it was only natural. People grow and change the most in their teen years after all.' Hermione thought. Harry and Ron had grown as well. Ron
had even joined the Quidditch team as one of the Beaters since Fred and George had left hogwarts. 'Even I have grown.'
Hermione missed the times when she, Harry, and Ron would sit in the common room in front of the fire and just simply talk. And an occasional
argument with Ron. But, now that both Harry and Ron were in the Quidditch team, they were almot always in practices. And to top it all off, the
teachers were giving even more work for the students to do.
Hermione shook her thoughts out of her head. She had work to do.
***
After what seemed like years, Madam Pince came out of her office in the far back. Hermione and Malfoy took this as a dismissal. They both
gathered their things and returned them to the table as Madam Pince walked over to them.
"Same time tomorrow. Now, go back to your common rooms." She said, returned to her office.
Hermione retreived her bag and hurriedly left the library. She had homework to do. Hermione heard soft footsteps behind her. She rolled her eyes.
"Are you following me, Malfoy?" Hermione asked without turning around.
"Don't flatter yourself, Granger." He drawled lazily.
"Correct me if I'm wrong but, I thought your common room was down in the dungeons." She retorted.
"True. But, who said I was going back to my common room?" She could practically hear the smirk in his voice.
"It was quite a coincidence that Snape appeared when your bag ripped and 'blocked the corridors'. He drawled out again.
Hermione spun around to face him. "How - ?" Then it dawned on her. "You did it! You performed the Diffindo charm to make my bag rip!"
Malfoy clapped his hands mockingly. "Give the girl a prize." He moved to lean against the wall, crossing his arms.
She glared at him angrily. It was because of Malfoy that she now had written in her permanent record that says she had gotten a detention. It
would be his fault if she didn't get a good job when she leaves Hogwarts.
She struggled through her fury to think of something to say back to him. Then she got it.
"I guess my getting detention wasn't really worth it if you got detention, too." Hermione looked at him calmly but, anger was visible in her eyes.
"You got caught by Professor McGonagall." Any other teacher would have just taken away points but, McGonagall was VERY strict.
Malfoy shrugged. "It WAS worth. And you well know that you deserve it, you filthy little Mudblood."
Hermione's arm swung forward and -- SMACK! She had slapped him across the face.
Malfoy shoved her to the floor. Hard.
"Don't do that again Granger. Or you'll be very sorry. " He threatened through clenched teeth.
Hermione narrowed her eyes at him.
"You'll do well to remind yourself where your place is, Mudblood. YOU don't look down on ME. I look down on YOU."
He turned to leave. Hermoine grabbed a book lying near her and threw it at Malfoy's back. He stopped for a few seconds, then he turned to look at
her. His face held expressions of confusion and wonder. After that, he turned back around and left.
"What was that?" Hermione muttered to herself. She got up and discovered that a dull pain on her right elbow and that her rear was hurting
immensing.
'Stupid Malfoy. Why did he had to go and get muscles?' Hermione thought bitterly to herself. She collected the things that had fallen out of her bag
including the book that she had threw at Malfoy and stuffed them back into her bag.
Hermione made her way back to the Gryffindor common room. With every step she murmured an 'ow' to herelf because of the pain her rear was
giving her everytime she walked a step. She gave the Fat Lady the password, and crawled through the portrait hole.
"Hey, Hermione." Harry greeted with a smile.
'How was detention with Malfoy?" Ron asked eagerly.
Hermione grunted in answer and fell into a armchair next to Harry.
He took a closer look. "What's wrong? You look all hot and bothered."
". . . I slapped Malfoy." She answered at last.
"Woohoo! Go, Hermione!" Some nearby Gryffindors cheered.
". . . Then, he shoved me onto the floor."
"No, he didn't!" Ginny gasped from next to Ron.
"And pretty hard, too." Hermione muttered.
Harry put a hand on her shoulders. "You want us to beat him up for you? Or maybe a hex or two?"
Hermione shook her head and smiled. She was grateful for Harry's attempt to make her feel better. But, something was disturbing her . . . the
look of confusion and wonder on Malfoy's face after she threw that book at him. She didn't know why it was bothering her so much. Hermione
rubbed her temples.
"I've got to do my homework." She took out parchment, a quill, and books. "Why aren't you doing your homework? The transfiguration essay is due
in two days!"
"We . . . uh . . . we already finished it?" Ron answered weakly. "We'll get our books!" He added quickly when Hermione gave them the 'look'.
He and Harry jumped up and ran for the boys' dormitory.
Lavender, who had witnessed the whole scene, giggled. "You have them wrapped around your finger!"
Ginny nodded in agreement, looking amused.
hermoine didn't hear them as she already have begun working.
***
Malfoy laid on his bed with his arms under his head. He was alone in the dormitory at last. He had wanted to think. After, he had stepped into the
Slytherin common room, Pansy had attached herself to him, telling him useless things he didn't even want to know. It took awhile but, he was
able to escape. Malfoy knew that Pansy wanted to be his girlfriend. How could she not? He was, after all, Draco Malfoy. He smirked.
He didn't even consider the idea. Pansy was such a nuisance. Hanging around him everytime he came into the room. He scowled.
His thoughts turned to the event that happened earlier.
Malfoy couldn't understand it. After, Mudblood Granger threw that book at him, he had the feeling that it had happened countless times before.
What was even more confusing was that a image flashed ino his mind for a few seconds and then was gone.
Malfoy closed his eyes, trying to remember the full details of the image.
It was of a girl. She was glaring at him mockingly , her eyes twinkling playfully. And he somehow knew that she had thrown a pillow at him. She was
in her bedroom. The sun streaking into the room, giving him the feeling that it was summer. The girl strangely resembled Granger.
Malfoy sat up suddenly. He now knew what the image was. It wasn't a image at all.
It was a memory.
***
Hi, again. i finally uploaded this chapter after -- what? -- a month? I apologize.
If you find this story interesting, stay tuned cause hopefully I'll have the next chapter up soon. Or somewhere around soon.
As always sorry for any mistakes and spelling errors and if something doesn't make sense. I'll almost never proofread. Hmm. . . maybe I should get
a beta reader. . .
Please review. The only thing that inspires me to continue my stories.