A/N: Okay, I'm sorry about how long this has taken. Star testing, *MEAN!* teachers (No homework my a-) and other things have gotten in my way. I posted the second chapter to Neville, and posted a new story called The Truth. Title suggestions are always welcome. (Personally, I think both titles suck.) Umm...what else, what else...Disclaimer: You recognize, it ain't mine. I know it's a stupid reason about Voldemort, but I was having a brain block. I know Draco is acting a bit weird in this chapter, but I couldn't resist putting it in. Besides, I needed something to put in between there and the next chapter. Thanks to everyone who's been actually reading my other stories and reviewing. Oh yeah, I have a few questions for you guys to answer in your reviews:
* Who should be the first person to find out about them? (Not Mr. Or Mrs. Weasly, or the Grangers, so basically Bill, Percy, Fred, George, Ron, Harry, or Ginny.
* How should they tell the rest of the people. (I.E.: Teachers, other students, etc.)
* How should Ron find out? I have the little scenarios for everyone but him. I just cannot figure out what to do with him. Percy too. I have what Percy's going to say, but I really need some help on this.
* Who let the dogs out? And would somebody please put them back in already!
Okay, sorry about that last question. Finally, here's the chapter. Enjoy! And no complaining if it's too short or something, okay Birdie? Well, seeing as it's almost three pages, I don't think you'll be complaining. S:C) ----Not sure what this is, but it's cute. Love, Dragonessa Smith
He sighed. "Okay, you remember, back in your fifth year or whenever, Voldemort was about to rise again?"
Hermione shuddered slightly. "Yes. Harry was going to go and fight him, when suddenly, he just disappeared, died or whatever. No one's heard anything from him since."
"Well, no one outside the ministry is supposed to know this, but Voldemort was on one of his killing sprees in a small muggle town, when an old WWII veteran ran out of his house with a small handgun. He shot You-know-who, and he died. They presumed that when he was reborn that summer, he was mortal."
Hermione gasped. "The papers said he died, but they didn't say how. But how does this have to do with Narcissa cleaning up after you?"
"Well, Lucius Malfoy was one of the first to go crawling back when people were hinting Voldemort was coming back to power. When he died, Lucius fled the country, probably to the United States somewhere. He left Narcissa and Draco penniless, so Narcissa had to take on the job of cleaning the rooms. (A/N: Sorry to all the people who wanted some big exciting scandal between Charlie and Narcissa.) She's actually a very nice person. You can tell that Draco would probably act a lot like Ginny if she had raised him instead of Lucius."
Hermione snorted with laughter as a vision of Draco with red hair tied in pigtails, wearing green dress robes, popped into her head. When she saw Charlie looking at her strangely, it only intensified.
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January 4, 2007
They returned to the castle, separately, while they still had two days of vacation left. Since they couldn't be together when they were at the school, Hermione filled her time finishing her homework in the library, which she couldn't believe she hadn't finished yet.
Really, I can't believe I didn't do any homework the whole two weeks, she thought, sifting through "Olde Potions and Anecdotes," looking for a Calliophis potion, which would give the drinker a golden glow for a few weeks, while sitting at a table where Madame Pince wasn't able to see her. She hated feeling like a lobster in an aquarium.
"Whatcha doing, Granger?" A cold voice jeered her out of her thoughts. She looked up at Draco, who was standing alone behind her.
"What does it look like Malfoy?" She replied icily.
"You, doing homework two days before term starts?" He asked, snatching her Potions essay up and glancing at it, before dropping it again. "Never thought I'd see the day."
"What do you want Malfoy?" She asked, wishing he would go away.
"What do you think?" He whispered in her ear, bending over and placing a hand on her shoulder. "I'm the only Slytherin who stayed, and I'll bet no Gryffindor's did or you'd be hanging around them. What do you think I mean Granger?"
A chill coursed through Hermione's body at his touch. Before Hermione could turn and ask sarcastically what he meant, he grabbed her arm, covered her mouth, and pulled her roughly into the very back corner of the library.
"Silencio." He whispered again, before taking his hand away from her mouth. She knew better than to scream or cry out; the Silencio charm basically made you a mute, unable to talk or make any sound at all, even if she smacked him as hard as she could, it would make no sound. Which was becoming very tempting at the moment...
Before she could raise her hand, he put the full body bind on her. Hermione felt herself stiffen suddenly, and she fell, rather painfully but without sound, onto the floor.
"Dear, dear, dear, Granger, you should learn to keep your balance." He said with a smirk, propping her up against the bookshelf.
Hermione felt like screaming.
"I know you're probably wondering why I'm even associating with you, Granger. Let's just leave it at, well, I was getting very lonely down in the Slytherin Dudgeon."
He leaned closer to her. She could see right into his eyes, ice blue, usually cold and uncaring, indifferent, but now they seemed to glow with an almost warm sort of passion.
His lips brushed hers, softly.
Hermione felt the anger well up inside her, and she longed to kick him where, according to the twins (and almost every other male on the planet,) "no man should ever be kicked." But, she couldn't do anything but wait for him to finish.
He kissed her again, starting at her neck, and kissing all the way up to her earlobe.
"No Potty and the Weasel to save you're neck now, is there, Hermione?" He whispered.
A flash of red behind him distracted her, and she only had time to think, that's what you think, before someone shouted "Expellrimus!"
She was knocked backwards into the bookshelf Draco had propped her against. She watched in amazement as he flew back almost five feet, stopping only when he hit the opposite bookshelf, and slumped to the floor.
No sooner had he fallen, then Charlie grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and slammed him back against the shelf.
"You lousy, rotten piece of shit," He spit out. He didn't shout, but it sounded the same. "I've got half a mind to pull out my wand and use the Crutio curse on you, you little-"
"You harm one hair on my head, Weasly, and my father will have you sued and convicted so fast, you won't have time to blink." Malfoy replied confidently. "And this is probably just what he needs to get Dumbledore sacked: his own handpicked teacher, and a former student at that, threatening students with an Unforgivable Curse." He even dared to throw a smirk at Hermione, who was still standing frozen and silent a few feet away.
Charlie's voice brought Malfoy's attention back to him. "Listen Draco, and listen carefully. I-don't-care. It's still Spring Break, and I'm not a teacher, I'm not a Hogwarts professor, I'm not even affiliated with the school at all during this time. All I am right now, Draco, is mad."
"You, you'd still go to Azkaban." Draco replied, though not as confidently as before. Hermione happily detected a note of fear in his voice.
Charlie grinned an evil grin. "It would be worth ten lifetimes in Azkaban, Malfoy, to pour salt on a slug like you."
Draco turned a rather sickly grey color at this announcement. Without another word, he pulled out his wand.
"Labgus." He muttered, pointing at Hermione, scowling fiercely now. "Mowblee."
Hermione cried out in happiness as she regained her ability to make noise, and felt her body relax as the Full-Body Bind was lifted.
"Now go, Malfoy." She said, the first words she had spoken since he had dragged her back there.
"My father..." Draco started, but he faltered as Charlie pulled out his wand, and he hurried away, out the library doors.
Once he was gone, Charlie turned to Hermione concernedly.
"Are you okay? What did he do to you? I swear, if he hurt you, I'll-"
"Use the Crutio curse on him?" Hermione couldn't help but grin. "I bet you wouldn't have."
"Even if I wanted to." Charlie said. "It was a total bluff. I'm not sure what I would have done if he hadn't backed down."
Hermione howled with laughter. Suddenly Madame Pince appeared.
"Out, both of you, now!" She cried, shooing them out of the library. "This is a library, I will not tolerate loud laughter in my library! Out!"
* Who should be the first person to find out about them? (Not Mr. Or Mrs. Weasly, or the Grangers, so basically Bill, Percy, Fred, George, Ron, Harry, or Ginny.
* How should they tell the rest of the people. (I.E.: Teachers, other students, etc.)
* How should Ron find out? I have the little scenarios for everyone but him. I just cannot figure out what to do with him. Percy too. I have what Percy's going to say, but I really need some help on this.
* Who let the dogs out? And would somebody please put them back in already!
Okay, sorry about that last question. Finally, here's the chapter. Enjoy! And no complaining if it's too short or something, okay Birdie? Well, seeing as it's almost three pages, I don't think you'll be complaining. S:C) ----Not sure what this is, but it's cute. Love, Dragonessa Smith
He sighed. "Okay, you remember, back in your fifth year or whenever, Voldemort was about to rise again?"
Hermione shuddered slightly. "Yes. Harry was going to go and fight him, when suddenly, he just disappeared, died or whatever. No one's heard anything from him since."
"Well, no one outside the ministry is supposed to know this, but Voldemort was on one of his killing sprees in a small muggle town, when an old WWII veteran ran out of his house with a small handgun. He shot You-know-who, and he died. They presumed that when he was reborn that summer, he was mortal."
Hermione gasped. "The papers said he died, but they didn't say how. But how does this have to do with Narcissa cleaning up after you?"
"Well, Lucius Malfoy was one of the first to go crawling back when people were hinting Voldemort was coming back to power. When he died, Lucius fled the country, probably to the United States somewhere. He left Narcissa and Draco penniless, so Narcissa had to take on the job of cleaning the rooms. (A/N: Sorry to all the people who wanted some big exciting scandal between Charlie and Narcissa.) She's actually a very nice person. You can tell that Draco would probably act a lot like Ginny if she had raised him instead of Lucius."
Hermione snorted with laughter as a vision of Draco with red hair tied in pigtails, wearing green dress robes, popped into her head. When she saw Charlie looking at her strangely, it only intensified.
~!*!~
January 4, 2007
They returned to the castle, separately, while they still had two days of vacation left. Since they couldn't be together when they were at the school, Hermione filled her time finishing her homework in the library, which she couldn't believe she hadn't finished yet.
Really, I can't believe I didn't do any homework the whole two weeks, she thought, sifting through "Olde Potions and Anecdotes," looking for a Calliophis potion, which would give the drinker a golden glow for a few weeks, while sitting at a table where Madame Pince wasn't able to see her. She hated feeling like a lobster in an aquarium.
"Whatcha doing, Granger?" A cold voice jeered her out of her thoughts. She looked up at Draco, who was standing alone behind her.
"What does it look like Malfoy?" She replied icily.
"You, doing homework two days before term starts?" He asked, snatching her Potions essay up and glancing at it, before dropping it again. "Never thought I'd see the day."
"What do you want Malfoy?" She asked, wishing he would go away.
"What do you think?" He whispered in her ear, bending over and placing a hand on her shoulder. "I'm the only Slytherin who stayed, and I'll bet no Gryffindor's did or you'd be hanging around them. What do you think I mean Granger?"
A chill coursed through Hermione's body at his touch. Before Hermione could turn and ask sarcastically what he meant, he grabbed her arm, covered her mouth, and pulled her roughly into the very back corner of the library.
"Silencio." He whispered again, before taking his hand away from her mouth. She knew better than to scream or cry out; the Silencio charm basically made you a mute, unable to talk or make any sound at all, even if she smacked him as hard as she could, it would make no sound. Which was becoming very tempting at the moment...
Before she could raise her hand, he put the full body bind on her. Hermione felt herself stiffen suddenly, and she fell, rather painfully but without sound, onto the floor.
"Dear, dear, dear, Granger, you should learn to keep your balance." He said with a smirk, propping her up against the bookshelf.
Hermione felt like screaming.
"I know you're probably wondering why I'm even associating with you, Granger. Let's just leave it at, well, I was getting very lonely down in the Slytherin Dudgeon."
He leaned closer to her. She could see right into his eyes, ice blue, usually cold and uncaring, indifferent, but now they seemed to glow with an almost warm sort of passion.
His lips brushed hers, softly.
Hermione felt the anger well up inside her, and she longed to kick him where, according to the twins (and almost every other male on the planet,) "no man should ever be kicked." But, she couldn't do anything but wait for him to finish.
He kissed her again, starting at her neck, and kissing all the way up to her earlobe.
"No Potty and the Weasel to save you're neck now, is there, Hermione?" He whispered.
A flash of red behind him distracted her, and she only had time to think, that's what you think, before someone shouted "Expellrimus!"
She was knocked backwards into the bookshelf Draco had propped her against. She watched in amazement as he flew back almost five feet, stopping only when he hit the opposite bookshelf, and slumped to the floor.
No sooner had he fallen, then Charlie grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and slammed him back against the shelf.
"You lousy, rotten piece of shit," He spit out. He didn't shout, but it sounded the same. "I've got half a mind to pull out my wand and use the Crutio curse on you, you little-"
"You harm one hair on my head, Weasly, and my father will have you sued and convicted so fast, you won't have time to blink." Malfoy replied confidently. "And this is probably just what he needs to get Dumbledore sacked: his own handpicked teacher, and a former student at that, threatening students with an Unforgivable Curse." He even dared to throw a smirk at Hermione, who was still standing frozen and silent a few feet away.
Charlie's voice brought Malfoy's attention back to him. "Listen Draco, and listen carefully. I-don't-care. It's still Spring Break, and I'm not a teacher, I'm not a Hogwarts professor, I'm not even affiliated with the school at all during this time. All I am right now, Draco, is mad."
"You, you'd still go to Azkaban." Draco replied, though not as confidently as before. Hermione happily detected a note of fear in his voice.
Charlie grinned an evil grin. "It would be worth ten lifetimes in Azkaban, Malfoy, to pour salt on a slug like you."
Draco turned a rather sickly grey color at this announcement. Without another word, he pulled out his wand.
"Labgus." He muttered, pointing at Hermione, scowling fiercely now. "Mowblee."
Hermione cried out in happiness as she regained her ability to make noise, and felt her body relax as the Full-Body Bind was lifted.
"Now go, Malfoy." She said, the first words she had spoken since he had dragged her back there.
"My father..." Draco started, but he faltered as Charlie pulled out his wand, and he hurried away, out the library doors.
Once he was gone, Charlie turned to Hermione concernedly.
"Are you okay? What did he do to you? I swear, if he hurt you, I'll-"
"Use the Crutio curse on him?" Hermione couldn't help but grin. "I bet you wouldn't have."
"Even if I wanted to." Charlie said. "It was a total bluff. I'm not sure what I would have done if he hadn't backed down."
Hermione howled with laughter. Suddenly Madame Pince appeared.
"Out, both of you, now!" She cried, shooing them out of the library. "This is a library, I will not tolerate loud laughter in my library! Out!"