That day at dinner Hermoine wouldn't talk to Ginny and the tension got so thick that even the boys weren't speaking. Ginny gingerly poked at her food.
"So… who won the game?" Hermoine asked vaguely without much enthusiasm.
"We did, but Ravenclaw put up hell of a fight." Fred said before he stuck a mouthful of mashed potatoes into his mouth.
Ginny looked at her brother with a look of disgust. "Excuse me." she said and left the table and headed towards the exit.
Suddenly something ripped and she looked down to notice that the hem of her robe had gotten caught on a needle.
"Repairo!" said a voice from close by as she held the hem for closer inspection. She looked up only to be confronted by a pair of aqua eyes.
"Thanks." she said and started to turn around.
"I just have one question for you… why? Why do you want to help?" He asked suspiciously.
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Does it matter?"
"YES!" He hissed grabbing a hold of her sleeve.
"Ahum!" Someone cleared their throat. Ginny and Malfoy looked up to see Snape glaring down at them. "I'm assuming that there is no misbehavior going on here." He said folding his arms out in front of him.
"No sir!" Malfoy said with a firm shout.
"Malfoy was helping me mend a tear." Ginny said.
"Is this true, Malfoy?" Snape said quizzically.
"Yes, sir." He said and let go of her sleeve.
The harsh teacher glared at them past his large bulbous nose. "If that is all." He said and turned around and made his way to the staff table in a flurry of robes.
"For such a pain in the but, he sure has a flair for the dramatic." Ginny said shaking her head.
A grin slowly spread across Draco's face, even though it was plain that he tried to stop it.
'Perhaps he is human.' She thought.
"If you really think you can help me, be my guest." He said gruffly efficiently burying the whole human theory.
"Meet me in the library at midnight." Ginny said with a firm nod.
Malfoy nodded and returned to his table.
Hemoine watched the whole thing from the Gryfindor table. "They're up to something and I'm going to find out what."
"What are you rambling about?" Ron asked Hermoine.
"Your sister. Her and Malfoy are up to something I just know it!" She insisted.
"Ginny's my sister, us Weasles are born with Malfoy dislike in our blood! If anything's up, it's a mutual rivalry." He said with half a roll in his mouth.
"I'm telling you I saw them smiling together!"
"I think you're seeing things." Ron said with a doubtful grin. "Maybe you should go to the hospital wing?"
Hermoine growled and smacked him upside the back of the head hard enough to make him spit out the roll, which landed disgustingly onto the Slytherin table.
"I believe this belongs to you." Malfoy said laying a napkin down in distaste.
"Wow! That's the farthest I'm ever seen a half chewed roll fly!" George exclaimed loudly.
"Pity you didn't hit anybody." Fred added.
Malfoy only looked on in grim disgust. "I feel for you Potter." He said sarcastically.
"That was odd." George said.
"What?" Harry said.
"I was at least expecting a snappy comeback but…" Fred started.
"Eh, don't be too worried, he's just mellowing out in his old age." George continued.
Harry and Hermoine rolled their eyes as the Weasles laughed.
"I think I'm going to be sick if I hang around any longer." Hermoine announced as she pushed away her plate.
"I'll go with you." Harry said standing up. Together they walked out of the room.
Fred and George were laughing but Ron only sat thinking. Maybe something was up.
Harry and Hermoine were in the common room working on homework when Ron crawled in through the painting.
"Ugh! Why can't we just have a door?" he mumbled.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked from where he worked on his paper.
"Nothing. Nothing at all." he muttered. "Hermoine, can I talk to you?"
Hermoine looked up from where she was working out a potions essay and saw the look on Ron's face. "Sure, Ron." she said setting her quill down and walking over to a distant corner of the room. "What is it?"
"Remember earlier when you said that you thought that something was up with Malfoy?" He asked.
"And your sister, Yes." Hermoine said wondering if there was a point behind this interrogation.
"What exactly did you see?" he asked.
"Ginny was leaving then she looked down at the hem of her robes. Then Malfoy stood beside her and grabbed her sleeve. Snape came by gave them the look down turned around. It looked like Ginny said something and they both smiled."
"Oh, like in an aggressive challenging way!" Ron said sounding relieved.
"Nooo…. More like the 'hey that was a good one' type of way." Hermoine said as she stretched out the 'no'.
Ron wasn't paying attention and was already in the middle of trying to copy Harry's homework.
It was pointless she knew, but she just had to get him to understand somehow. Shaking her suspicions away she started to work on her Essay.
The clock by the fireplace slowly turned to 11 o'clock and then 12 o'clock. Hermoine looked up to find that the common's room was empty and that the fire was going out. Stretching she started to pack her things up when the squeak of the fifth step caught her attention. Hurriedly she dashed behind an overstuffed chair and bit her lip to keep from calling out. She watched as Ginny checked the room for occupants and finished her way down the stairs. Nervously she grabbed her pack from off a side table and snuck out through the portal.
"That's it, she's definitely up to something." Hermoine said. The second ringing of the mantle clock reminded her of the time and she ran upstairs. She was definitely going to need some sleep. Hopefully Ron would believe her tomorrow.
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That's chapter 3. Hopefully it'll get better.
"So… who won the game?" Hermoine asked vaguely without much enthusiasm.
"We did, but Ravenclaw put up hell of a fight." Fred said before he stuck a mouthful of mashed potatoes into his mouth.
Ginny looked at her brother with a look of disgust. "Excuse me." she said and left the table and headed towards the exit.
Suddenly something ripped and she looked down to notice that the hem of her robe had gotten caught on a needle.
"Repairo!" said a voice from close by as she held the hem for closer inspection. She looked up only to be confronted by a pair of aqua eyes.
"Thanks." she said and started to turn around.
"I just have one question for you… why? Why do you want to help?" He asked suspiciously.
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Does it matter?"
"YES!" He hissed grabbing a hold of her sleeve.
"Ahum!" Someone cleared their throat. Ginny and Malfoy looked up to see Snape glaring down at them. "I'm assuming that there is no misbehavior going on here." He said folding his arms out in front of him.
"No sir!" Malfoy said with a firm shout.
"Malfoy was helping me mend a tear." Ginny said.
"Is this true, Malfoy?" Snape said quizzically.
"Yes, sir." He said and let go of her sleeve.
The harsh teacher glared at them past his large bulbous nose. "If that is all." He said and turned around and made his way to the staff table in a flurry of robes.
"For such a pain in the but, he sure has a flair for the dramatic." Ginny said shaking her head.
A grin slowly spread across Draco's face, even though it was plain that he tried to stop it.
'Perhaps he is human.' She thought.
"If you really think you can help me, be my guest." He said gruffly efficiently burying the whole human theory.
"Meet me in the library at midnight." Ginny said with a firm nod.
Malfoy nodded and returned to his table.
Hemoine watched the whole thing from the Gryfindor table. "They're up to something and I'm going to find out what."
"What are you rambling about?" Ron asked Hermoine.
"Your sister. Her and Malfoy are up to something I just know it!" She insisted.
"Ginny's my sister, us Weasles are born with Malfoy dislike in our blood! If anything's up, it's a mutual rivalry." He said with half a roll in his mouth.
"I'm telling you I saw them smiling together!"
"I think you're seeing things." Ron said with a doubtful grin. "Maybe you should go to the hospital wing?"
Hermoine growled and smacked him upside the back of the head hard enough to make him spit out the roll, which landed disgustingly onto the Slytherin table.
"I believe this belongs to you." Malfoy said laying a napkin down in distaste.
"Wow! That's the farthest I'm ever seen a half chewed roll fly!" George exclaimed loudly.
"Pity you didn't hit anybody." Fred added.
Malfoy only looked on in grim disgust. "I feel for you Potter." He said sarcastically.
"That was odd." George said.
"What?" Harry said.
"I was at least expecting a snappy comeback but…" Fred started.
"Eh, don't be too worried, he's just mellowing out in his old age." George continued.
Harry and Hermoine rolled their eyes as the Weasles laughed.
"I think I'm going to be sick if I hang around any longer." Hermoine announced as she pushed away her plate.
"I'll go with you." Harry said standing up. Together they walked out of the room.
Fred and George were laughing but Ron only sat thinking. Maybe something was up.
Harry and Hermoine were in the common room working on homework when Ron crawled in through the painting.
"Ugh! Why can't we just have a door?" he mumbled.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked from where he worked on his paper.
"Nothing. Nothing at all." he muttered. "Hermoine, can I talk to you?"
Hermoine looked up from where she was working out a potions essay and saw the look on Ron's face. "Sure, Ron." she said setting her quill down and walking over to a distant corner of the room. "What is it?"
"Remember earlier when you said that you thought that something was up with Malfoy?" He asked.
"And your sister, Yes." Hermoine said wondering if there was a point behind this interrogation.
"What exactly did you see?" he asked.
"Ginny was leaving then she looked down at the hem of her robes. Then Malfoy stood beside her and grabbed her sleeve. Snape came by gave them the look down turned around. It looked like Ginny said something and they both smiled."
"Oh, like in an aggressive challenging way!" Ron said sounding relieved.
"Nooo…. More like the 'hey that was a good one' type of way." Hermoine said as she stretched out the 'no'.
Ron wasn't paying attention and was already in the middle of trying to copy Harry's homework.
It was pointless she knew, but she just had to get him to understand somehow. Shaking her suspicions away she started to work on her Essay.
The clock by the fireplace slowly turned to 11 o'clock and then 12 o'clock. Hermoine looked up to find that the common's room was empty and that the fire was going out. Stretching she started to pack her things up when the squeak of the fifth step caught her attention. Hurriedly she dashed behind an overstuffed chair and bit her lip to keep from calling out. She watched as Ginny checked the room for occupants and finished her way down the stairs. Nervously she grabbed her pack from off a side table and snuck out through the portal.
"That's it, she's definitely up to something." Hermoine said. The second ringing of the mantle clock reminded her of the time and she ran upstairs. She was definitely going to need some sleep. Hopefully Ron would believe her tomorrow.
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That's chapter 3. Hopefully it'll get better.