A/N- I really appreciate the reviews. Except for one of them. To whoever signed their name as urgh, I've seen your reviews before, why do you always go and flame people? It doesn't make them feel good about their writing. And, thank you for recognizing my error (Patil) Everyone else- thank you! I think I'm going to tell how they became friends in a later chapter...or maybe this one. It just fits in.
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I walked back into the common room and saw Lavender and Parvati sitting on the couch, discussing the latest gossip.
Realization dawned me .
"Hey Lavender...Parvati," I said slyly and they paused for a moment, then turned around with an expression on their faces as if they didn't want to talk to me./
"What is it?" they said in unison.
"How are you with revenge?" I casually asked and their faces perked up. Mine did as well, because things looked to be going smoothly.
"My specialty!" shrieked Parvati and clapped her hands together. "Who what when where why? Oh and how!" she said excitedly and looked very apprehensive.
"Pansy, I don't know-that's your area of expertise, soon, anywhere, because she was coming on to Draco, and do it any way, just make it painful," I said with malice and Parvati's face lit up.
"Pansy? Oh this is going to be so exciting!" she said happily and took a quill and piece of parchment. "I'll need to plan this one out," she said and carefully wrote 'who' on the parchment in fancy handwriting. The 'w' curved and hardly looked like a 'w'. "Perfect!"
"Wait!" Lavender said so abruptly and powerfully, it made me jump.
"What in the world? Lavender, you made me smudge!" Parvati confronted her friend and I glanced down at the paper. The elegant 't' from 'what' was smeared and had a black spot like a chocolate chip in a chocolate chip cookie.
"You can't help her," Lavender said and I crossed my arms indignantly.
"And why is that?" I questioned and Lavender sighed.
"You should know that. You promised Malfoy you wouldn't touch Pansy, remember? At the end of last year?" Lavender reminded me and I groaned. Yes, I remembered that agreement. Draco insisted upon it, just so his two friends wouldn't kill each other. For me to say yes was a stupid thing. Especially now, when Pansy was powering over me, though I hated to admit it.
"Well...please can't I break it? Just this once?" I whined. Lavender and Parvati surely would let me, they were my friends.
"No way!" Parvati said, scrunching the paper up into a ball and tossing it into the trash as I watched my hopes journey into the garbage.
"Oooh," I moaned like a child. I crinkled my eyes like I was going to cry and dropped my head to chest and made sniveling noises, hoping that they two Gryffindor girls would buy it.
They didn't. "You and Pansy both promised Malfoy you'd lay off each other. You don't want him angry with you, right?" and that's what hit me hard.
It was more of a statement than a question. No, I didn't want Draco mad at me. I've become so accustomed to having him with me and just always being there. I couldn't imagine a life worth living without him around. He's been so wonderful since he's changed. His scent, his trademark platinum, silver-blonde hair, and the famous smirk that plays on his lips whenever he's around or near someone he doesn't like; namely, my two other best friends.
*Draco's POV*
'What is up with Pansy?' I wondered while I walked into my dorm room, getting ready for class. She was being so...so...not her. Nice even. She was much more likable when you saw her good side. She wasn't all that bad-looking either. In my head, I saw myself snogging her, but I banished that image right away. I could never do that Hermione. She's the one person who understands me. No one listens like she does, helps like she can. I forget what life was like without her. It certainly wasn't a life to be remembered, I can testify to that. All my precious memories contain her some way or another. The one that stands out most vividly in my mind is the night we met. That was a night to remember.
§Flashback§
"I can not BELIEVE I have to serve detention with you!"
"Well Malfoy," Hermione said obviously trying to keep her cool, "I'm not exactly thrilled with the fact that I have to be up in the Astronomy Tower with you for a few hours," she looked disgusted.
"Oh yes, Miss Know-it-all, High and Mighty, we mustn't lose our cool, mustn't we? Us prefects, always have to follow the rules. Can't have a bit of fun can we Granger?" I retorted back to her. I hated how she always had to follow the rules. We were in detention because she had lost her temper with me at a prefect meeting. Not as if I had been doing anything out of the ordinary. Just the usual fooling around, calling her a mudblood, making fun of the Weasel and Potty, and then I insulted her family, and I realized that I had gone too far this time. She leaped up, started screaming at me and cursing me and my family. She got out her wand, pointed at me, and so I did the same. As luck would have it, Professor McGonagall walked in and threw all the books and papers she was carrying into the air, littering the ground with white.
"Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy! What on earth do you think you're doing!?" McGonagall bellowed. Even I winced, McGonagall hardly ever raised her voice, let alone screamed. Some of the other suck-up, teacher's pet, prefects immediately hit the ground, picking up McGonagall's trash. The Slytherin's just sat there and I praised them.
"He was insulting me, my family, and my friends Professor" Granger said in a small voice. She looked incredibly ashamed of herself though proud for standing me up at the same time.
"Mr. Malfoy, is this true?" McGonagall asked with a stern look on her face while Granger's face perked up and she derisively grinned at me. I just sneered her way and she started to look down, then let her ego get the best of her and started me in the eye with her ugly brown eyes.
"Well, yes, but then she started to yell and curse my family, me, and the Slytherin house," I said smartly to McGonagall and she shook her head, as if disappointed in both of us. However, she should've been used to this from me by now. Granger and I were always at each other's throats. Maybe this was just one time too many.
"Miss Granger?" Professor McGonagall shot a firm look at her which caught me by surprise.
"Yes, it's true," Hermione admitted in a very embarrassed voice. McGonagall doubted me? She thought I had lied? I may be a jerk, but Malfoy's don't lie as long as it doesn't have anything to do with the Dark Lord. I fumed and stared at McGonagall's back when she turned around to face me.
"Well then," she said disappointedly, "thirty points from both houses, and you will serve detention with me tomorrow night at seven o' clock sharp. I will meet you at the foot of the Astronomy Tower stairs. You are both dismissed to go to your dormitories to calm down. Goodnight," McGonagall finished, and the prefect meeting.
Granger sighed, then bent over to pick up her books and bag. She turned to face me and I saw that she had tears in her eyes. She was mad, but she was more upset. What had I done? Wasn't her friendship the only thing I wanted more than anything? Well yes, of course it was. But that didn't mean I was going to be all nonSlytherin-ish. No, being the bad guy is much more fun.
"Miss Granger?" Professor McGonagall said to Granger, their backs facing each other. McGonagall could tell that Granger had heard her and continued. "I am very disappointed in you. I would've expected better from a prefect," she said and I could tell Granger's face fell as she scuffed out of the door, dragging her feet and letting sobs escape her lips, sobs only I could hear.
-The Next Night
"Draco, it's quarter of seven, I think you should start down to detention," Pansy cooed. "It really is a shame you have to serve with that mudblood up in the tower," Pansy sounded extremely jealous, but she showed it by taking it out on Hermione. She had always hated Hermione, but that was only because I did. Never did think for herself, she only thought what I thought. It was rather annoying, but I'd never tell her that. Her family had strong ties with the Dark Lord, and if Father knew I was being stingy towards her, he would most likely punish me.
"Hey! Don't call her a mudblood!" I heard myself respond. 'What?' I said pointedly in my head. 'Wasn't I just thinking about the Dark Lord, and then I go defend a stupid muggle-born? What was wrong with me?
Pansy's eyes widened in disbelievement. "What? You calling her one is what lead to this detention!" she said angrily, but a hint of dejection was under her voice. I think she was upset that I had spoken so harshly to her.
"Yeah, well, I have to go," I said quickly, coming up for the best excuse I could. Pansy sighed, then waved me off, and sulked back to her dormitory, but not before giving me a kiss on the cheek.
"Remember what you are," she whispered in my ear before leaving, and I nodded to acknowledge that I heard her.
'What I am,' I thought. What am I? A Slytherin, no doubt. Son of Voldemort's biggest fan. Blonde, very handsome bloke, if I do say so myself. As well as someone who everything for someone else. A someone else who just happens to be the most evil sorcerer in the wizarding world. That's what I am. Nothing to be very proud of. Why was I that then? Why don't I be someone I can boast about, someone who deserves the title 'prefect.' The title which reflects 'perfect,' but I'm far from it. It's not as if anyone else is perfect either, but Granger is damn well near it. Just fix that smart-ass attitude and she's perfect. There's no other way to put it. Top marks, somewhat good looks, good friends, good family. Everything I don't have. She's a great student, good-looking girl, good friend, and good daughter. Everything I'm not. I don't deserve to be even in her presence. Having her talk to me should be a blessing, for I'm the complete opposite of everything she is.
Not having noticed where my feet were taking me, I ran in into Granger at the foot of the stairs.
"Watch it mud--Granger," I stopped myself from calling her a mudblood out of habit, because I saw McGonagall standing next to her. She stepped aside, her head down.
"Well I can explain now that Mr. Malfoy has decided to arrive. Your task tonight will be to unpack shipments of materials needed for lessons tomorrow. It shouldn't take longer than two-to-three hours. You are to go to bed when done," McGonagall said, and narrowed her eyes at us. "Two to three hours," she reminded us and I snorted.
"As if I want to spend more time than that with you, Granger," I jerked my head to her, and she just looked away, a pained look in her eyes.
I shrugged at her, bewildered. It was odd for her to not retort because she usually sticks up for herself when I say something. She never looked upset before though. "Shall we go then?" I said which was the first thing that came to my mind.
"I guess," was her blunt reply. We started up the stairs, me several steps behind her. She was dragging her feet and her robe was too long, which caught up to her when she lost her balance and tripped backwards. We were almost to the top, and I wasn't paying attention to her, but her shriek caught my attention just in time for me to catch her in my arms before she fell down the many flights of stairs. I was holding her in my arms while listening to her short, ragged breaths.
"You saved my life," she said, looking up into my eyes. I could feel her burning stare like fire in my eyes, and I looked up, unable to face her. "I-I could've died. Why'd you do it/" she asked innocently. Why did I catch her? Well, I wasn't about to let her fall down the stairs and break her neck.
"Why not?" I said. This way, I wouldn't have to come up with a good reason.
"Because," she mumbled.
"Because why?" I said questioningly. I wanted to know why in the world she thought I would just let an innocent person like her die.
"Because it's me. The mudblood that you hate above all others," she said quietly, almost woefully, as if she were upset that I didn't like her. She wasn't looking at me anymore, rather at her feet which were level with her head since I hadn't put her down yet.
"Ha!" I sniggered and snapped her head up, looking at me with an expression of astonishment. "I wouldn't let you die just because you're a muggle-born," I explained and her eye widened in shock.
"What?" she said stupidly. I had just told her, and she wanted to hear it again?
"That's a cowardly thing to do. Just let someone die? I would never let you die like that Granger," I said and meant it. I didn't say I wouldn't let her die in the hands of my father, though I probably wouldn't. She was too good for that.
"Really?" she asked, her voice bathed in hope. She looked up at me with her great brown eyes that had seen so much that they shouldn't of.
"Of course," I said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Wow...thanks," she finally said after searching for her reply.
"Yeah," I replied uncomfortably. I was still unconciously holding her, when she brought me back to realization.
"Oh!" I exclaimed embarrassedly and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. I gently le ther down and she sort-of smiled at me then scrambled back to to her spot, several paces in front of me. We walked to the rest of the stairs in silence.
When we got up there, we opened the door and saw crates that were moving around rather violently.
"What'd you reckon is in there?" I asked above all the noise that the boxes were making. She shrugged at me, then sat down next to a carton.
"I guess we should open it," she said and bent over it. "Wands out," she instructed and took a deep breath before tapping the lid of the box. The lid flew open and many flashes of electric blue shot out all over the room.
"Oh no," I heard Hermione groan, and thne she looked over at me. "Cornish pixies," she said simply before screeching from having herhair pulled by a pixie.
"Ouch! Get off me!" she yelled and waved her wand around. I ran over and smacked the pixie away with a book that was on the ground. It squealed and flew off to ruin a picture hanging on the wall aling with three others.
After minutes of shooing the pixies away from us, and imobolizing them, the door to the tower opened and the two people standing in the doorway were immediately greeted by the pixies.
"Harry, Ginny?!" Hermione yelled in surprise when she saw them being dragged across the room, hand in hand. Despite thier situation, Potter turned bright red, and Weasley's cheeks flushed the color of her hair.
"What's happening?" Harry yelled above all the commontion.
"Get out your wand! Use the Imobulous charm!" Hermione told them and cleverly imbolized all the pixies in the room.
"Why did we need to get our wands out then, if you just did it for us?" Weasley asked, patting her hair down.
"Because we need to unload the rest of these boxes," she said and gestured to the five or six crates stacked against the wall that were rattling.
"I think we'll go somewhere else. You two are in detention anyway," Potter said and grabbed Weasley's hand before running out the door.
"Chickens," I muttered and Granger giggled timidly.
"Are you laughing at me?" I challenged, drawing myself up.
"Maybe," she answered slyly.
I narrowed my eyes at her mockingly, and she fixed a stern look on her face. We were having a competetion to see who could keep a straight face the longest, and it looked as though I was going to win. She closed her eyes, and made ehr face even more stern, giving off a very strong resemblance of McGonagall. Then she rolled her eyes around and looked bored, making herself look like a drunk McGonagall, but I still hadn't cracked. As a last resort, she puckered her lips and started whispering "Oh Professor Snape, don't go!" over and over again which set me off.
"That's not fair! You talked," I said between laughs.
"You never said I couldn't!" she said back, laughing at me.
My laughter eventually died down, and I became aware of the irony of my situation. Me, upstairs in the Astronomy tower with Granger, one of my most hated enemies. Moreover, we're laughing. Together. Together in the tower, just us two. Isn't that ironic?
§End Flashback§
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I walked back into the common room and saw Lavender and Parvati sitting on the couch, discussing the latest gossip.
Realization dawned me .
"Hey Lavender...Parvati," I said slyly and they paused for a moment, then turned around with an expression on their faces as if they didn't want to talk to me./
"What is it?" they said in unison.
"How are you with revenge?" I casually asked and their faces perked up. Mine did as well, because things looked to be going smoothly.
"My specialty!" shrieked Parvati and clapped her hands together. "Who what when where why? Oh and how!" she said excitedly and looked very apprehensive.
"Pansy, I don't know-that's your area of expertise, soon, anywhere, because she was coming on to Draco, and do it any way, just make it painful," I said with malice and Parvati's face lit up.
"Pansy? Oh this is going to be so exciting!" she said happily and took a quill and piece of parchment. "I'll need to plan this one out," she said and carefully wrote 'who' on the parchment in fancy handwriting. The 'w' curved and hardly looked like a 'w'. "Perfect!"
"Wait!" Lavender said so abruptly and powerfully, it made me jump.
"What in the world? Lavender, you made me smudge!" Parvati confronted her friend and I glanced down at the paper. The elegant 't' from 'what' was smeared and had a black spot like a chocolate chip in a chocolate chip cookie.
"You can't help her," Lavender said and I crossed my arms indignantly.
"And why is that?" I questioned and Lavender sighed.
"You should know that. You promised Malfoy you wouldn't touch Pansy, remember? At the end of last year?" Lavender reminded me and I groaned. Yes, I remembered that agreement. Draco insisted upon it, just so his two friends wouldn't kill each other. For me to say yes was a stupid thing. Especially now, when Pansy was powering over me, though I hated to admit it.
"Well...please can't I break it? Just this once?" I whined. Lavender and Parvati surely would let me, they were my friends.
"No way!" Parvati said, scrunching the paper up into a ball and tossing it into the trash as I watched my hopes journey into the garbage.
"Oooh," I moaned like a child. I crinkled my eyes like I was going to cry and dropped my head to chest and made sniveling noises, hoping that they two Gryffindor girls would buy it.
They didn't. "You and Pansy both promised Malfoy you'd lay off each other. You don't want him angry with you, right?" and that's what hit me hard.
It was more of a statement than a question. No, I didn't want Draco mad at me. I've become so accustomed to having him with me and just always being there. I couldn't imagine a life worth living without him around. He's been so wonderful since he's changed. His scent, his trademark platinum, silver-blonde hair, and the famous smirk that plays on his lips whenever he's around or near someone he doesn't like; namely, my two other best friends.
*Draco's POV*
'What is up with Pansy?' I wondered while I walked into my dorm room, getting ready for class. She was being so...so...not her. Nice even. She was much more likable when you saw her good side. She wasn't all that bad-looking either. In my head, I saw myself snogging her, but I banished that image right away. I could never do that Hermione. She's the one person who understands me. No one listens like she does, helps like she can. I forget what life was like without her. It certainly wasn't a life to be remembered, I can testify to that. All my precious memories contain her some way or another. The one that stands out most vividly in my mind is the night we met. That was a night to remember.
§Flashback§
"I can not BELIEVE I have to serve detention with you!"
"Well Malfoy," Hermione said obviously trying to keep her cool, "I'm not exactly thrilled with the fact that I have to be up in the Astronomy Tower with you for a few hours," she looked disgusted.
"Oh yes, Miss Know-it-all, High and Mighty, we mustn't lose our cool, mustn't we? Us prefects, always have to follow the rules. Can't have a bit of fun can we Granger?" I retorted back to her. I hated how she always had to follow the rules. We were in detention because she had lost her temper with me at a prefect meeting. Not as if I had been doing anything out of the ordinary. Just the usual fooling around, calling her a mudblood, making fun of the Weasel and Potty, and then I insulted her family, and I realized that I had gone too far this time. She leaped up, started screaming at me and cursing me and my family. She got out her wand, pointed at me, and so I did the same. As luck would have it, Professor McGonagall walked in and threw all the books and papers she was carrying into the air, littering the ground with white.
"Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy! What on earth do you think you're doing!?" McGonagall bellowed. Even I winced, McGonagall hardly ever raised her voice, let alone screamed. Some of the other suck-up, teacher's pet, prefects immediately hit the ground, picking up McGonagall's trash. The Slytherin's just sat there and I praised them.
"He was insulting me, my family, and my friends Professor" Granger said in a small voice. She looked incredibly ashamed of herself though proud for standing me up at the same time.
"Mr. Malfoy, is this true?" McGonagall asked with a stern look on her face while Granger's face perked up and she derisively grinned at me. I just sneered her way and she started to look down, then let her ego get the best of her and started me in the eye with her ugly brown eyes.
"Well, yes, but then she started to yell and curse my family, me, and the Slytherin house," I said smartly to McGonagall and she shook her head, as if disappointed in both of us. However, she should've been used to this from me by now. Granger and I were always at each other's throats. Maybe this was just one time too many.
"Miss Granger?" Professor McGonagall shot a firm look at her which caught me by surprise.
"Yes, it's true," Hermione admitted in a very embarrassed voice. McGonagall doubted me? She thought I had lied? I may be a jerk, but Malfoy's don't lie as long as it doesn't have anything to do with the Dark Lord. I fumed and stared at McGonagall's back when she turned around to face me.
"Well then," she said disappointedly, "thirty points from both houses, and you will serve detention with me tomorrow night at seven o' clock sharp. I will meet you at the foot of the Astronomy Tower stairs. You are both dismissed to go to your dormitories to calm down. Goodnight," McGonagall finished, and the prefect meeting.
Granger sighed, then bent over to pick up her books and bag. She turned to face me and I saw that she had tears in her eyes. She was mad, but she was more upset. What had I done? Wasn't her friendship the only thing I wanted more than anything? Well yes, of course it was. But that didn't mean I was going to be all nonSlytherin-ish. No, being the bad guy is much more fun.
"Miss Granger?" Professor McGonagall said to Granger, their backs facing each other. McGonagall could tell that Granger had heard her and continued. "I am very disappointed in you. I would've expected better from a prefect," she said and I could tell Granger's face fell as she scuffed out of the door, dragging her feet and letting sobs escape her lips, sobs only I could hear.
-The Next Night
"Draco, it's quarter of seven, I think you should start down to detention," Pansy cooed. "It really is a shame you have to serve with that mudblood up in the tower," Pansy sounded extremely jealous, but she showed it by taking it out on Hermione. She had always hated Hermione, but that was only because I did. Never did think for herself, she only thought what I thought. It was rather annoying, but I'd never tell her that. Her family had strong ties with the Dark Lord, and if Father knew I was being stingy towards her, he would most likely punish me.
"Hey! Don't call her a mudblood!" I heard myself respond. 'What?' I said pointedly in my head. 'Wasn't I just thinking about the Dark Lord, and then I go defend a stupid muggle-born? What was wrong with me?
Pansy's eyes widened in disbelievement. "What? You calling her one is what lead to this detention!" she said angrily, but a hint of dejection was under her voice. I think she was upset that I had spoken so harshly to her.
"Yeah, well, I have to go," I said quickly, coming up for the best excuse I could. Pansy sighed, then waved me off, and sulked back to her dormitory, but not before giving me a kiss on the cheek.
"Remember what you are," she whispered in my ear before leaving, and I nodded to acknowledge that I heard her.
'What I am,' I thought. What am I? A Slytherin, no doubt. Son of Voldemort's biggest fan. Blonde, very handsome bloke, if I do say so myself. As well as someone who everything for someone else. A someone else who just happens to be the most evil sorcerer in the wizarding world. That's what I am. Nothing to be very proud of. Why was I that then? Why don't I be someone I can boast about, someone who deserves the title 'prefect.' The title which reflects 'perfect,' but I'm far from it. It's not as if anyone else is perfect either, but Granger is damn well near it. Just fix that smart-ass attitude and she's perfect. There's no other way to put it. Top marks, somewhat good looks, good friends, good family. Everything I don't have. She's a great student, good-looking girl, good friend, and good daughter. Everything I'm not. I don't deserve to be even in her presence. Having her talk to me should be a blessing, for I'm the complete opposite of everything she is.
Not having noticed where my feet were taking me, I ran in into Granger at the foot of the stairs.
"Watch it mud--Granger," I stopped myself from calling her a mudblood out of habit, because I saw McGonagall standing next to her. She stepped aside, her head down.
"Well I can explain now that Mr. Malfoy has decided to arrive. Your task tonight will be to unpack shipments of materials needed for lessons tomorrow. It shouldn't take longer than two-to-three hours. You are to go to bed when done," McGonagall said, and narrowed her eyes at us. "Two to three hours," she reminded us and I snorted.
"As if I want to spend more time than that with you, Granger," I jerked my head to her, and she just looked away, a pained look in her eyes.
I shrugged at her, bewildered. It was odd for her to not retort because she usually sticks up for herself when I say something. She never looked upset before though. "Shall we go then?" I said which was the first thing that came to my mind.
"I guess," was her blunt reply. We started up the stairs, me several steps behind her. She was dragging her feet and her robe was too long, which caught up to her when she lost her balance and tripped backwards. We were almost to the top, and I wasn't paying attention to her, but her shriek caught my attention just in time for me to catch her in my arms before she fell down the many flights of stairs. I was holding her in my arms while listening to her short, ragged breaths.
"You saved my life," she said, looking up into my eyes. I could feel her burning stare like fire in my eyes, and I looked up, unable to face her. "I-I could've died. Why'd you do it/" she asked innocently. Why did I catch her? Well, I wasn't about to let her fall down the stairs and break her neck.
"Why not?" I said. This way, I wouldn't have to come up with a good reason.
"Because," she mumbled.
"Because why?" I said questioningly. I wanted to know why in the world she thought I would just let an innocent person like her die.
"Because it's me. The mudblood that you hate above all others," she said quietly, almost woefully, as if she were upset that I didn't like her. She wasn't looking at me anymore, rather at her feet which were level with her head since I hadn't put her down yet.
"Ha!" I sniggered and snapped her head up, looking at me with an expression of astonishment. "I wouldn't let you die just because you're a muggle-born," I explained and her eye widened in shock.
"What?" she said stupidly. I had just told her, and she wanted to hear it again?
"That's a cowardly thing to do. Just let someone die? I would never let you die like that Granger," I said and meant it. I didn't say I wouldn't let her die in the hands of my father, though I probably wouldn't. She was too good for that.
"Really?" she asked, her voice bathed in hope. She looked up at me with her great brown eyes that had seen so much that they shouldn't of.
"Of course," I said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Wow...thanks," she finally said after searching for her reply.
"Yeah," I replied uncomfortably. I was still unconciously holding her, when she brought me back to realization.
"Oh!" I exclaimed embarrassedly and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. I gently le ther down and she sort-of smiled at me then scrambled back to to her spot, several paces in front of me. We walked to the rest of the stairs in silence.
When we got up there, we opened the door and saw crates that were moving around rather violently.
"What'd you reckon is in there?" I asked above all the noise that the boxes were making. She shrugged at me, then sat down next to a carton.
"I guess we should open it," she said and bent over it. "Wands out," she instructed and took a deep breath before tapping the lid of the box. The lid flew open and many flashes of electric blue shot out all over the room.
"Oh no," I heard Hermione groan, and thne she looked over at me. "Cornish pixies," she said simply before screeching from having herhair pulled by a pixie.
"Ouch! Get off me!" she yelled and waved her wand around. I ran over and smacked the pixie away with a book that was on the ground. It squealed and flew off to ruin a picture hanging on the wall aling with three others.
After minutes of shooing the pixies away from us, and imobolizing them, the door to the tower opened and the two people standing in the doorway were immediately greeted by the pixies.
"Harry, Ginny?!" Hermione yelled in surprise when she saw them being dragged across the room, hand in hand. Despite thier situation, Potter turned bright red, and Weasley's cheeks flushed the color of her hair.
"What's happening?" Harry yelled above all the commontion.
"Get out your wand! Use the Imobulous charm!" Hermione told them and cleverly imbolized all the pixies in the room.
"Why did we need to get our wands out then, if you just did it for us?" Weasley asked, patting her hair down.
"Because we need to unload the rest of these boxes," she said and gestured to the five or six crates stacked against the wall that were rattling.
"I think we'll go somewhere else. You two are in detention anyway," Potter said and grabbed Weasley's hand before running out the door.
"Chickens," I muttered and Granger giggled timidly.
"Are you laughing at me?" I challenged, drawing myself up.
"Maybe," she answered slyly.
I narrowed my eyes at her mockingly, and she fixed a stern look on her face. We were having a competetion to see who could keep a straight face the longest, and it looked as though I was going to win. She closed her eyes, and made ehr face even more stern, giving off a very strong resemblance of McGonagall. Then she rolled her eyes around and looked bored, making herself look like a drunk McGonagall, but I still hadn't cracked. As a last resort, she puckered her lips and started whispering "Oh Professor Snape, don't go!" over and over again which set me off.
"That's not fair! You talked," I said between laughs.
"You never said I couldn't!" she said back, laughing at me.
My laughter eventually died down, and I became aware of the irony of my situation. Me, upstairs in the Astronomy tower with Granger, one of my most hated enemies. Moreover, we're laughing. Together. Together in the tower, just us two. Isn't that ironic?
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