Disclaimer: Sigh.I STILL don't own any of them (although the one's I'd
really like are Cedric Diggory, Oliver Wood, Roger Davies, and Draco
Malfoy!)
A/N: Oh I'm absolutely delighted with the reviews! Five of them! (Hey, I think it's pretty good for a first timer!) And much thanks to my friends who I sent my story to! (Well, the one's that liked it anyway, lol!)
Sunshine: Thanks so much! Yeah, you're right when you say that the plot and certain aspects may be the same as some stories you've read because I was inspired when reading those. I hope I'm not copying them or anything, but that's just where I'm getting my ideas!
Sweetwater: Thanks a LOT! I like D/Hr fics as well, but I hope I didn't rush things! I'm trying to update it about two chapters a day, but since the website doesn't show all updates after almost a full 24 hours, you may not be able to see newly updated chapters as fast.
Katrina Arlay: Hahaha! Thank you as well. I appreciate your compliment.
DracoDevil81690: Thanks a lot!
Ace of Spades: You're right. I guess I haven't really succeeded in making it seem all too realistic or making it sound all that much like the mastermind JK Rowling herself, but I'm not perfect! I know that Draco wouldn't do that. I guess I'm mostly making them do what I want them to do, you know? But thanks, and I'll definitely take your advice!
Okay okay, on with the show!
The Untimely Arrival of a Deathly Red Envelope
Harry and Ron were already in the Great Hall when Hermione entered looking giddy with excitement.
"Do you get the feeling she's not telling us something?" Ron asked Harry.
Harry shook his head fervently. (A/N: JK Rowling always talks about them shaking their heads fervently, so I thought I'd give it a go!) "She'd tell us anything."
"Yeah, but remember the time turner incident in our fourth year?" Ron pointed out."
"She had to do it."
"But she didn't have to disagree with you when you called Malfoy a prat, now did she," Ron said earnestly.
"Good point."
"Well if you ask me," Ginny began as she wandered over to the two boys.
"Which no one did," Ron snapped.
Ginny rolled her eyes. "You are taking this a bit far, don't you think? I mean, she's not entitled to tell you everything!"
"Hello my two favorite people in the world," Hermione said casually sliding into her seat. She gave each boy a peck on the cheek. Ron blushed furiously and Harry turned a deep scarlet that could give the Gryffindor color a run for its money.
Hermione giggled. "Lamb chop, Harry?"
"No thanks," he replied quietly.
"Why, may I ask, are you so cheerful? Haven't thought of restarting 'SPEW', have you?" Ron demanded.
"Ron!" Harry hissed.
She glared daggers. "For your kind information, Ronald Weasley, I happened to have finished all three rolls of parchment on the consequences of becoming an unregistered Animagnus for Professor McGonagall, and I thank you for ending this discussion right now." Hermione rose from the table and exited the Great Hall.
"What's she talking about?" Harry whispered as she began to leave. "Our essay is supposed to be on Human Transfiguration."
Ron shrugged.
"Boys," Hermione peevishly muttered under her breath.
"I challenge you to a duel this instant!" Sir Cadogan roared.
"Mermish!" she squealed and the knight instantly swung aside.
Hermione, exasperated, flopped onto the loveseat in the common room. She found a roll of parchment and a quill on the floor besides her and began to write.
Dear Hagrid,
How have things been going for you? I do hope you are alright. Not much seems to have changed around here. I'd like very much to come visit you, but as you know, my being Head Girl and your being a Professor has certainly kept us busy! I hope you find time to have a guest for tea. Please owl your response, as I am afraid Crookshanks is becoming rather unreliable!
Love from, Hermione
She rolled up the parchment and handed it to the ginger cat on the floor. "Crookshanks, darling, will you please take this to Hagrid?"
The cat hissed but reluctantly took the letter and left.
"Hello, Hermione."
She was startled.
"Didn't mean to disturb you there," Draco chuckled.
"Oh not at all." She shifted her legs off of the couch. "Do have a seat."
Draco gingerly sat himself next to Hermione. "Thanks."
"How was your day?"
"Bloody boring, I must admit. Yours?"
"Same."
"Mmm."
"Although tea was a highlight," she admitted.
Draco smiled. "Yes," he agreed.
Just then, an all too familiar Eagle owl swooped in carrying an envelope - a read one, at that.
"A howler," Draco choked out.
Hermione quickly cast a silencing charm over the room to spare Draco the humiliation from any bypassing students.
"DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY!" a voice roared. Hermione immediately recognized the owner of the voice as Draco's father and stiffened.
"HOW COULD YOU? YOU CANNOT BETRAY THE DARK LORD AND I! YOU WILL JOIN US, DRACO! JOIN US AND LIVE TO SERVE UNDER THE LORD'S NAME! HE IS YOUR MASTER, AND YOU KNOW IT! IT'S IN YOUR BLOOD! THE FAMILY NAME STRICTLY FORBIDS OTHERWISE! ON YOUR EIGHTEENTH BIRTHDAY YOU WILL JOIN THE INNER CIRCLE AND HAVE THE MARK BURNED INTO YOUR ARM, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME? YOU HAVEN'T GOT MUCH TIME, DRACO! THINK ABOUT WHAT I AM TELLING YOU!"
The howler stopped there. Both Draco and Hermione looked pretty close to tears. She studied his face and wondered if his tears were out of hurt, sadness, anger, or even all three. She tried to restrain herself, but couldn't help it, and curled herself up in his lap, sobbing. He was a bit startled by her actions, and was thrown onto the couch with her on top of him.
"Don't do it, Draco!" she said in between sobs. "Neither of them are worth it, and you know it!"
He nodded and then whispered, "My eighteenth birthday isn't that far, you know."
"When is it?"
"In exactly a month and three weeks."
"What are you going to do?"
"Well what can I do?"
"Not join them."
"I didn't have any plans to."
They both lay there bawling their eyes out, both people's tears for Draco. He looked down at her and wondered what this would have looked like last year. He smirked.
"Good night, Draco," Hermione murmured, and her soft snoring followed next. He was not in a position to throw her off of him or put her to her own bed, but he didn't mind either. He noticed she had fallen asleep, and Draco followed suit only a few minutes later.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Draco's eyes popped open to the sound of voices outside of the portrait hole.
"Hermione!" a voice shouted, the voice of who was unmistakably Weasley.
"I've only said sorry about 37 times! You can't keep yourself locked up in there all day!"
"Yeah, 'Mione! Ron's right," came what had to be Potter. "He's been over apologizing and you two always make up after a fight."
Then a new voice joined theirs. "Draky! Draky, are you in there? You can't hide from me! Come out! I have the whole day planned for us!" wailed Pansy Parkinson. At this, Draco had to get up. He slowly lifted Hermione off of him and laid her onto the couch and made his way to the portrait hole and swung it open.
"Parkinson!" he snarled. "I have no intention whatsoever to go anywhere with you. As you can see, the lady is asleep on the couch and it would be much appreciated if there weren't this entire noise brigade out here as she might wake up! Good day! Potter. Weasley," he acknowledged and slammed the portrait in their faces.
"But Malfoy."
He swung the portrait open again. "I'll be sure to tell her that you two were looking for her when she wakes up," he assured them and slammed the portrait for the second time that day.
Draco turned and headed over to Hermione. She was startled and woke up.
"What was that?"
"Just our friends. Er, your friends, rather, and a member of my fan club."
She smiled. "Harry, Ron, and Pansy, eh?"
"Weasley apologizes for whatever happened yesterday."
"I'm glad."
"Yeah."
"Draco?"
"Hmm?"
"What's going on between us?"
Draco was taken aback. "What are you talking about?" he asked carefully.
"Well you must admit it's strange, isn't it? This is the second night we've fallen asleep together."
"You said so yourself that we could be good friends," Draco said defensively.
"Oh, that's right," her voice trailed off. Little did Draco know, that what was nagging Hermione was the fact that she was beginning to fancy him.
A/N: Ooooh! Hermione's starting to LIKE him! Yaay! Well, this isn't exactly my best chapter, but I'll be sure to write the fourth chapter as soon as possible. I do hope everyone realizes that I write these stories in about ten minutes without editing and then I post them. These aren't supposed to be my best works, but like I said, I just want to get it up to speed and update about 2 chapters a day. If anyone is wondering, I'm planning about ten or so chapters, and more interesting plot is yet to come!
A/N: Oh I'm absolutely delighted with the reviews! Five of them! (Hey, I think it's pretty good for a first timer!) And much thanks to my friends who I sent my story to! (Well, the one's that liked it anyway, lol!)
Sunshine: Thanks so much! Yeah, you're right when you say that the plot and certain aspects may be the same as some stories you've read because I was inspired when reading those. I hope I'm not copying them or anything, but that's just where I'm getting my ideas!
Sweetwater: Thanks a LOT! I like D/Hr fics as well, but I hope I didn't rush things! I'm trying to update it about two chapters a day, but since the website doesn't show all updates after almost a full 24 hours, you may not be able to see newly updated chapters as fast.
Katrina Arlay: Hahaha! Thank you as well. I appreciate your compliment.
DracoDevil81690: Thanks a lot!
Ace of Spades: You're right. I guess I haven't really succeeded in making it seem all too realistic or making it sound all that much like the mastermind JK Rowling herself, but I'm not perfect! I know that Draco wouldn't do that. I guess I'm mostly making them do what I want them to do, you know? But thanks, and I'll definitely take your advice!
Okay okay, on with the show!
The Untimely Arrival of a Deathly Red Envelope
Harry and Ron were already in the Great Hall when Hermione entered looking giddy with excitement.
"Do you get the feeling she's not telling us something?" Ron asked Harry.
Harry shook his head fervently. (A/N: JK Rowling always talks about them shaking their heads fervently, so I thought I'd give it a go!) "She'd tell us anything."
"Yeah, but remember the time turner incident in our fourth year?" Ron pointed out."
"She had to do it."
"But she didn't have to disagree with you when you called Malfoy a prat, now did she," Ron said earnestly.
"Good point."
"Well if you ask me," Ginny began as she wandered over to the two boys.
"Which no one did," Ron snapped.
Ginny rolled her eyes. "You are taking this a bit far, don't you think? I mean, she's not entitled to tell you everything!"
"Hello my two favorite people in the world," Hermione said casually sliding into her seat. She gave each boy a peck on the cheek. Ron blushed furiously and Harry turned a deep scarlet that could give the Gryffindor color a run for its money.
Hermione giggled. "Lamb chop, Harry?"
"No thanks," he replied quietly.
"Why, may I ask, are you so cheerful? Haven't thought of restarting 'SPEW', have you?" Ron demanded.
"Ron!" Harry hissed.
She glared daggers. "For your kind information, Ronald Weasley, I happened to have finished all three rolls of parchment on the consequences of becoming an unregistered Animagnus for Professor McGonagall, and I thank you for ending this discussion right now." Hermione rose from the table and exited the Great Hall.
"What's she talking about?" Harry whispered as she began to leave. "Our essay is supposed to be on Human Transfiguration."
Ron shrugged.
"Boys," Hermione peevishly muttered under her breath.
"I challenge you to a duel this instant!" Sir Cadogan roared.
"Mermish!" she squealed and the knight instantly swung aside.
Hermione, exasperated, flopped onto the loveseat in the common room. She found a roll of parchment and a quill on the floor besides her and began to write.
Dear Hagrid,
How have things been going for you? I do hope you are alright. Not much seems to have changed around here. I'd like very much to come visit you, but as you know, my being Head Girl and your being a Professor has certainly kept us busy! I hope you find time to have a guest for tea. Please owl your response, as I am afraid Crookshanks is becoming rather unreliable!
Love from, Hermione
She rolled up the parchment and handed it to the ginger cat on the floor. "Crookshanks, darling, will you please take this to Hagrid?"
The cat hissed but reluctantly took the letter and left.
"Hello, Hermione."
She was startled.
"Didn't mean to disturb you there," Draco chuckled.
"Oh not at all." She shifted her legs off of the couch. "Do have a seat."
Draco gingerly sat himself next to Hermione. "Thanks."
"How was your day?"
"Bloody boring, I must admit. Yours?"
"Same."
"Mmm."
"Although tea was a highlight," she admitted.
Draco smiled. "Yes," he agreed.
Just then, an all too familiar Eagle owl swooped in carrying an envelope - a read one, at that.
"A howler," Draco choked out.
Hermione quickly cast a silencing charm over the room to spare Draco the humiliation from any bypassing students.
"DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY!" a voice roared. Hermione immediately recognized the owner of the voice as Draco's father and stiffened.
"HOW COULD YOU? YOU CANNOT BETRAY THE DARK LORD AND I! YOU WILL JOIN US, DRACO! JOIN US AND LIVE TO SERVE UNDER THE LORD'S NAME! HE IS YOUR MASTER, AND YOU KNOW IT! IT'S IN YOUR BLOOD! THE FAMILY NAME STRICTLY FORBIDS OTHERWISE! ON YOUR EIGHTEENTH BIRTHDAY YOU WILL JOIN THE INNER CIRCLE AND HAVE THE MARK BURNED INTO YOUR ARM, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME? YOU HAVEN'T GOT MUCH TIME, DRACO! THINK ABOUT WHAT I AM TELLING YOU!"
The howler stopped there. Both Draco and Hermione looked pretty close to tears. She studied his face and wondered if his tears were out of hurt, sadness, anger, or even all three. She tried to restrain herself, but couldn't help it, and curled herself up in his lap, sobbing. He was a bit startled by her actions, and was thrown onto the couch with her on top of him.
"Don't do it, Draco!" she said in between sobs. "Neither of them are worth it, and you know it!"
He nodded and then whispered, "My eighteenth birthday isn't that far, you know."
"When is it?"
"In exactly a month and three weeks."
"What are you going to do?"
"Well what can I do?"
"Not join them."
"I didn't have any plans to."
They both lay there bawling their eyes out, both people's tears for Draco. He looked down at her and wondered what this would have looked like last year. He smirked.
"Good night, Draco," Hermione murmured, and her soft snoring followed next. He was not in a position to throw her off of him or put her to her own bed, but he didn't mind either. He noticed she had fallen asleep, and Draco followed suit only a few minutes later.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Draco's eyes popped open to the sound of voices outside of the portrait hole.
"Hermione!" a voice shouted, the voice of who was unmistakably Weasley.
"I've only said sorry about 37 times! You can't keep yourself locked up in there all day!"
"Yeah, 'Mione! Ron's right," came what had to be Potter. "He's been over apologizing and you two always make up after a fight."
Then a new voice joined theirs. "Draky! Draky, are you in there? You can't hide from me! Come out! I have the whole day planned for us!" wailed Pansy Parkinson. At this, Draco had to get up. He slowly lifted Hermione off of him and laid her onto the couch and made his way to the portrait hole and swung it open.
"Parkinson!" he snarled. "I have no intention whatsoever to go anywhere with you. As you can see, the lady is asleep on the couch and it would be much appreciated if there weren't this entire noise brigade out here as she might wake up! Good day! Potter. Weasley," he acknowledged and slammed the portrait in their faces.
"But Malfoy."
He swung the portrait open again. "I'll be sure to tell her that you two were looking for her when she wakes up," he assured them and slammed the portrait for the second time that day.
Draco turned and headed over to Hermione. She was startled and woke up.
"What was that?"
"Just our friends. Er, your friends, rather, and a member of my fan club."
She smiled. "Harry, Ron, and Pansy, eh?"
"Weasley apologizes for whatever happened yesterday."
"I'm glad."
"Yeah."
"Draco?"
"Hmm?"
"What's going on between us?"
Draco was taken aback. "What are you talking about?" he asked carefully.
"Well you must admit it's strange, isn't it? This is the second night we've fallen asleep together."
"You said so yourself that we could be good friends," Draco said defensively.
"Oh, that's right," her voice trailed off. Little did Draco know, that what was nagging Hermione was the fact that she was beginning to fancy him.
A/N: Ooooh! Hermione's starting to LIKE him! Yaay! Well, this isn't exactly my best chapter, but I'll be sure to write the fourth chapter as soon as possible. I do hope everyone realizes that I write these stories in about ten minutes without editing and then I post them. These aren't supposed to be my best works, but like I said, I just want to get it up to speed and update about 2 chapters a day. If anyone is wondering, I'm planning about ten or so chapters, and more interesting plot is yet to come!