Chapter 6
The Parchment
A/N: Thanks to my reviewers. Here is the Chapter about that nice little piece of parchement. Come on, think back I know you can remember. There see, I knew you could do it. Now Read on and review!!!!!
Disclaimer: Yeah, by know, you guyz should know that I don't own the wonderful world of Harry Potter and all things related.
Tonight: North Tower
8:00 P.M. Come Alone, We have to talk. Draco
With that, Hermione's mind began to fill with questions, such as, 'Is he insane, or what?' Since she was dressed and had nothing better to do, she headed for the grounds, to sit next to the lake. Unfortunately, she wasn't able to make it that far. In the Entrance Hall, she was bombarded by Professor McGonagall (sp?).
"Hermione, dear, are you sure you should be out of bed so soon?" She asked, a disstressed look spread across her face.
"I'm fine, thank you, it's okay and under control. But Professor McGonagall, may I speak with you in private?"
"Why, of course, dear, up to my office." As they reached her office, on the first floor, Hermione took the folded up piece of parchment from her pocket and handed it to the Professor, explaining about the most recent encounter with Draco Malfoy.
"Well, Ms. Granger, as a prefect you are entitled to stay out late, so you may go as well as he, but are you sure you want to do this?" She asked, wanting to see if Hermione really knew what she was getting herself into.
"Yes, Professor, I have to find out what Malfoy wants, but I will be careful."
"Alright, Ms. Granger, if that is what you want, then.. I allow you to go," Professor McGonagall stated, with a grim look on her tired and worn face.
"Thank you, Professor," Hermione stated, on her way out the door.
7:45 That Night:
As Hermione was preparing to leave for the North Tower, She made sure Harry and Ron were immersed in a very deep conversation about her least favorite thing, Quidditch. She stood to leave, not turning back, or having any second thoughts.
She approached the North Tower directly on time, and started up the tower stairs. Even through the dark, she could see the back of Malfoy's blonde hair at the top of the tower stairs. Wonder if he knows his hair is that bright, she thought, upon reaching the top step.
"Draco?" she asked softly to get his attention. Slowly, he turned to face her. As still as he was, she could make out a single red rose in his hand.
"Hermione," he breathed softly while handing her the rose, "I have to talk to you about something."
A/N:Sorry, I had to leave it here. I have to write the conversation they have. Well, Have a Happy Thanksgiving. Review!!!! Unless, you have comments on the wonderful facts of cancer. Leave it be, Remember, this is Fanfiction, and my imagination. So, review. I need help writing the conversation, so if you want to help let me know in a review or e-mail. Other than that, I gotta go, Lata!!
The Parchment
A/N: Thanks to my reviewers. Here is the Chapter about that nice little piece of parchement. Come on, think back I know you can remember. There see, I knew you could do it. Now Read on and review!!!!!
Disclaimer: Yeah, by know, you guyz should know that I don't own the wonderful world of Harry Potter and all things related.
Tonight: North Tower
8:00 P.M. Come Alone, We have to talk. Draco
With that, Hermione's mind began to fill with questions, such as, 'Is he insane, or what?' Since she was dressed and had nothing better to do, she headed for the grounds, to sit next to the lake. Unfortunately, she wasn't able to make it that far. In the Entrance Hall, she was bombarded by Professor McGonagall (sp?).
"Hermione, dear, are you sure you should be out of bed so soon?" She asked, a disstressed look spread across her face.
"I'm fine, thank you, it's okay and under control. But Professor McGonagall, may I speak with you in private?"
"Why, of course, dear, up to my office." As they reached her office, on the first floor, Hermione took the folded up piece of parchment from her pocket and handed it to the Professor, explaining about the most recent encounter with Draco Malfoy.
"Well, Ms. Granger, as a prefect you are entitled to stay out late, so you may go as well as he, but are you sure you want to do this?" She asked, wanting to see if Hermione really knew what she was getting herself into.
"Yes, Professor, I have to find out what Malfoy wants, but I will be careful."
"Alright, Ms. Granger, if that is what you want, then.. I allow you to go," Professor McGonagall stated, with a grim look on her tired and worn face.
"Thank you, Professor," Hermione stated, on her way out the door.
7:45 That Night:
As Hermione was preparing to leave for the North Tower, She made sure Harry and Ron were immersed in a very deep conversation about her least favorite thing, Quidditch. She stood to leave, not turning back, or having any second thoughts.
She approached the North Tower directly on time, and started up the tower stairs. Even through the dark, she could see the back of Malfoy's blonde hair at the top of the tower stairs. Wonder if he knows his hair is that bright, she thought, upon reaching the top step.
"Draco?" she asked softly to get his attention. Slowly, he turned to face her. As still as he was, she could make out a single red rose in his hand.
"Hermione," he breathed softly while handing her the rose, "I have to talk to you about something."
A/N:Sorry, I had to leave it here. I have to write the conversation they have. Well, Have a Happy Thanksgiving. Review!!!! Unless, you have comments on the wonderful facts of cancer. Leave it be, Remember, this is Fanfiction, and my imagination. So, review. I need help writing the conversation, so if you want to help let me know in a review or e-mail. Other than that, I gotta go, Lata!!