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Chapter 4: Imprisonment
"That was the first time I have ever seen two students duel in the halls! You have done so much damage, not only to the property of Hogwarts, but also to other students!" McGonagall said with her stern face and firm voice. "And to think, both of you are prefects! You are expected to set a good example to other students."
"I am very sorry professor. There is NO excuse for my actions. I will NEVER do it again." Hermione said shamefully. /Although Malfoy started it./
"I am glad you feel that way Ms. Granger." She said looking at Malfoy, who was staring at the professor apathetically. McGonagall looked at Snape.
"Mr. Malfoy, do you have anything to say?" Snape said on cue.
"Sorry." He said plainly. /But still, Granger started it!/
"Prof. Snape and I have decided to subtract 60 points from both your houses." McGonagall said coldly.
"But Professor! It was Granger.." Malfoy started to reason.
"No buts!" McGonagall said as she raised her left hand. "Both of you will also get detention - together."
"What? Professor could I just have an extra project or something?" Hermione said remorsefully. /I cannot do detention with him!/
"Yeah. Professor Snape, could you just give me extra work?" Malfoy said. /I will not serve my time with her!/
"Professor, may I have a word with you?" Snape asked when he heard that his favorite student will have to do detention with his least favorite one.
The two professors stepped aside. Snape spoke first. "We did not talk about them having detention together. They might end up killing each other!"
"If they spend time together, they might just settle their differences and end all the torment they've been doing to each other."
"Or they might cause more damage to the floors and walls." Snape said sarcastically. "Professor, what you're wishing for is a miracle! You cannot change them: Malfoy is Malfoy and Granger is Granger." Snape said frowning.
"Professor Snape, you must agree with me this time. Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger are both prefects! We cannot have them cursing each other in the halls!." McGonagall said standing her ground.
Just then Dumbledore walked in. Hermione and Malfoy stopped muttering curse words under their breaths and stood up. Snape and McGonagall approached the headmaster.
"I suppose you've told them the appropriate punishment?" Dumbledore asked the two professors.
"They were warned already professor Dumbledore." Snape said, looking at both students.
"Well, carry on then. I want to talk to them." Dumbledore told the professors in a kind voice. Snape and McGonagall left the room silently.
Malfoy looked at Hermione. /Great! Now we are going to get a long talking to./
Hermione looked at Malfoy. /Great! Dumbledore is probably so upset with me./
There was a long pause. Then Dumbledre spoke.
He asked a question that astounded Hermione and Malfoy: "How come a pair of socks always match?"
Hermione was perplexed; she didn't know what to say. /What kind of a question is that?/
Malfoy was surprised too. /The old geyser has lost it. What kind of question is that?/ He was trying hard to keep a straight face. But suddenly, he blurted out, "Why do you care if socks are supposed to match?"
"Mr. Malfoy, socks aren't supposed to match. It was just habituated in the society. It doesn't matter how unlike a pair is, as long as they serve the same function."
/What in the freaking world is he trying to say? We burn up the hall and he lectures us on socks./ Malfoy thought in complete detestation.
/I cannot understand this. What is he trying to say?/ Hermione asked herself.
Dumbledore smiled when he saw the puzzled faces of the two prefects. He then said, "Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger. You are going to do your detention every Friday after supper. You will spend an hour in the trophy room; all of the cups and plaques there need shining. Maybe when you're done with all of them, you'll appreciate the value of property."
"Professor, how many nights are we doing detention?" Hermione asked.
"That depends on how fast you work together. When Mr. Filch is satisfied with your work, he will inform me." Dumbledore replied.
"That is torture!" Malfoy said without thinking.
"Torture is a violent and continuous twisting, pushing or shaking that taxes a thing to the limit. And detention, Mr. Malfoy, is hardly torture. I'm sure you'll come out of it alive." Dumbledore said with amusement in his tone.
/Unless she kills me./ Malfoy rolled his eyes.
/Unless I kill him./ Hermione thought in total revulsion.
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"That is harsh!" Harry told Hermione as they ambled to the great hall.
"It's not that bad. I deserve it. I wasn't supposed to act that way." Hermione said expressionlessly.
"So, you do not mind having to spend it with Mr. slimeball?" Harry asked reluctantly.
"If I stay out of his way, everything will be fine." Hermione answered. "How's Ron?"
"Still unconscious. But Madam Pomfrey told me he'll probably be up next week." Harry said sadly.
"I went to the hospital wing. She didn't allow me to see him." Hermione said. "He was 'unavailable' at that moment. She said I should come back this afternoon."
"I just hope he turns out fine. What did Malfoy do to him anyway?"
They both sat down to eat their dinner.
"He cast the ice curse. It is said to originate from a dark queen during the Middle Ages. This 'ice' goes directly to the spine then runs up until it reaches the head. The head is then 'frozen.' Thankfully, that is all it can do. It cannot kill and the ice does 'melt' after a month. But thanks to modern wizards' medicine, the 'ice' can melt in a week." Hermione said, sounding like an encyclopedia.
"Thanks for the info." Harry said, still trying to process the information. "I've never come across that curse before. Did they teach that last year?"
"Actually, no. I just read it from a book." Hermione said munching on her food.
"What book? Maybe I can get a few juicy spells." Harry said as he thought of the possibilities.
"I forgot the title." Hermione said.
"Did I just go crazy? I thought I heard you say you forgot the title of a book you read!" Harry said lightheartedly.
"Stop teasing me Harry! You cannot expect me to remember everything!" Hermione laughed. That was when she looked across her. She saw Malfoy walk in the great hall. /Great, Mr. slimeball has crossed the threshold./
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"You cannot believe what I had to go through in that office! McGonagall was all - you should be this, you should be that. Dumbledore talked about stinking socks. AND the mudblood tried to blame it on me!" Malfoy said as he made his way to his seat.
"It's not gonna be so bad. Granger can do all the work." Crabbe said smiling.
"That's not how it's gonna work. If I slack off, she's probably gonna squeal." Malfoy answered.
"Good luck. You'll need it." Goyle said munching on his tart.
Malfoy looked daggers at Goyle.
Crabbe, realizing what will happen next, suddenly said "It was great - what you did to the little redhead."
"Yeah! What spell was that?" Goyle asked.
"It's called the ice curse." Malfoy said emptily.
"Granger did a good curse too. That light thing that heaved you.." Goyle said.
"It's called red beam. It was exasperating. I didn't expect her to use something as controlling as that, though." Malfoy said.
"What do you mean controlling? It just threw you aside. It didn't knock you out." Crabbe said.
"It blinded my left eye. Right now, I only have one working." Malfoy said.
"You don't look blind." Goyle said. "Why don't you go to Pomfrey?"
"I will NOT trust my eyesight to her!" Malfoy said as he shoved a piece of cake in Goyle's mouth.
"How will you work your left eye then?" Crabbe asked as he looked at Goyle scoff the cake.
"Don't you know anything? It will wear off after I sleep for, I think, 7 nights." Malfoy said.
"Why do you know so much about those kinds of things? You never cared about them." Goyle said after he swallowed the last bite.
"I read." Malfoy said heedlessly.
"You read? I thought you hated reading!" Goyle said.
"I do. I read only when I want to and what I want to. And I happen to like reading the dark books." Malfoy said authoritatively.
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Friday came faster than both Hermione and Malfoy expected. When supper was over, Hermione set forth to the trophy room. Filch was there. Malfoy, on the other hand, was nowhere to be found.
"Just clean 'em and get out after an hour. I want no trouble." Filch said as he handed her a rag.
He turned and left. Hermione watched him disappear in the hallway. She looked in the trophy room. It was colossal. Trophies, plaques, certificates, medals - they were all there. Hermione was fascinated and disappointed at the same time. /I have to clean all of these?/
Suddenly Malfoy came in with a rag in his hand. "That old man gave me a stinkin' rag!" he said, muttering to himself. He sat himself down the nearest trophy and started cleaning.
Hermione did the same. And for a long time, there was pure silence. Until..
CRASH!
"Malfoy! What did you do?" Hermione said as she stared at all the fallen medals.
"I didn't do nothing! It fell on its own!" Malfoy shouted.
"Things don't just fall on their own!" Hermione shouted back.
CRASH!
"Hah! You see!" Malfoy said as Hermione looked at the pile of tumbled plaques in her right side.
"Malfoy and Hermione - they are always fighting! Now they have detention - they're cleaning all the trophies!" A voice said in a sing-song manner.
"Peeves!" Hermione and Malfoy said in unison.
"Get out!" Hermione screamed at him.
"No I won't! I'd much rather watch the trophies plummet down!" He said as he pushed some cups down.
"Katikifa!" Malfoy aimed his wand to Peeves.
Peeves suddenly turned red. He started scratching his ears. Then his neck. Then his entire dead body! He then floated off - scratching himself incessantly. "I'll be back detained mortals!"
Hermione and Malfoy were chuckling.
"That was good." Hermione said smiling.
"Yeah. That was one of the lighter spells in the book." he chuckled.
"You really do read." Hermione said.
Hermione suddenly realized she was actually sharing a pleasant conversation with Malfoy. She stooped down and started picking up the plaques. Malfoy helped her.
"Is Weasley alright?" He asked.
"Yeah. You got him good." Hermione said, not looking at him. "How's your eye?" she asked.
"It's ok. I'm getting used to it." Malfoy said. Hermione looked like she wasn't listening. "Look, Granger, I'm really.. I mean.. I didn't mean to do that to Weasley." He said looking at her.
"Sure you didn't." Hermione said as she started wiping the dust off the shelves.
"I didn't!" Malfoy said persistently.
"Oh, come on Malfoy. You know you enjoyed that!" Hermione said without feeling.
"I did not! What do you take me for?" Malfoy asked.
Hermione was about to answer him when he raised his hand and said, "Don't answer that."
Pure silence took over the room again.
/She isn't so bad. She has a good brain and an aggressive personality. Too bad she's a mudblood and has two lunatics for friends./ Malfoy thought.
/He looks better when he doesn't open his big mouth. He really isn't as hideous as I thought. If he'd just change his pure-blood attitude, I wouldn't mind being around him./ Hermione said to herself.
After their hour was over, Hermione and Malfoy left the trophy room without a word to each other.
Yeah, yeah.. I know it was dumb.. its called writers block.. Review pls ;)
Chapter 4: Imprisonment
"That was the first time I have ever seen two students duel in the halls! You have done so much damage, not only to the property of Hogwarts, but also to other students!" McGonagall said with her stern face and firm voice. "And to think, both of you are prefects! You are expected to set a good example to other students."
"I am very sorry professor. There is NO excuse for my actions. I will NEVER do it again." Hermione said shamefully. /Although Malfoy started it./
"I am glad you feel that way Ms. Granger." She said looking at Malfoy, who was staring at the professor apathetically. McGonagall looked at Snape.
"Mr. Malfoy, do you have anything to say?" Snape said on cue.
"Sorry." He said plainly. /But still, Granger started it!/
"Prof. Snape and I have decided to subtract 60 points from both your houses." McGonagall said coldly.
"But Professor! It was Granger.." Malfoy started to reason.
"No buts!" McGonagall said as she raised her left hand. "Both of you will also get detention - together."
"What? Professor could I just have an extra project or something?" Hermione said remorsefully. /I cannot do detention with him!/
"Yeah. Professor Snape, could you just give me extra work?" Malfoy said. /I will not serve my time with her!/
"Professor, may I have a word with you?" Snape asked when he heard that his favorite student will have to do detention with his least favorite one.
The two professors stepped aside. Snape spoke first. "We did not talk about them having detention together. They might end up killing each other!"
"If they spend time together, they might just settle their differences and end all the torment they've been doing to each other."
"Or they might cause more damage to the floors and walls." Snape said sarcastically. "Professor, what you're wishing for is a miracle! You cannot change them: Malfoy is Malfoy and Granger is Granger." Snape said frowning.
"Professor Snape, you must agree with me this time. Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger are both prefects! We cannot have them cursing each other in the halls!." McGonagall said standing her ground.
Just then Dumbledore walked in. Hermione and Malfoy stopped muttering curse words under their breaths and stood up. Snape and McGonagall approached the headmaster.
"I suppose you've told them the appropriate punishment?" Dumbledore asked the two professors.
"They were warned already professor Dumbledore." Snape said, looking at both students.
"Well, carry on then. I want to talk to them." Dumbledore told the professors in a kind voice. Snape and McGonagall left the room silently.
Malfoy looked at Hermione. /Great! Now we are going to get a long talking to./
Hermione looked at Malfoy. /Great! Dumbledore is probably so upset with me./
There was a long pause. Then Dumbledre spoke.
He asked a question that astounded Hermione and Malfoy: "How come a pair of socks always match?"
Hermione was perplexed; she didn't know what to say. /What kind of a question is that?/
Malfoy was surprised too. /The old geyser has lost it. What kind of question is that?/ He was trying hard to keep a straight face. But suddenly, he blurted out, "Why do you care if socks are supposed to match?"
"Mr. Malfoy, socks aren't supposed to match. It was just habituated in the society. It doesn't matter how unlike a pair is, as long as they serve the same function."
/What in the freaking world is he trying to say? We burn up the hall and he lectures us on socks./ Malfoy thought in complete detestation.
/I cannot understand this. What is he trying to say?/ Hermione asked herself.
Dumbledore smiled when he saw the puzzled faces of the two prefects. He then said, "Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger. You are going to do your detention every Friday after supper. You will spend an hour in the trophy room; all of the cups and plaques there need shining. Maybe when you're done with all of them, you'll appreciate the value of property."
"Professor, how many nights are we doing detention?" Hermione asked.
"That depends on how fast you work together. When Mr. Filch is satisfied with your work, he will inform me." Dumbledore replied.
"That is torture!" Malfoy said without thinking.
"Torture is a violent and continuous twisting, pushing or shaking that taxes a thing to the limit. And detention, Mr. Malfoy, is hardly torture. I'm sure you'll come out of it alive." Dumbledore said with amusement in his tone.
/Unless she kills me./ Malfoy rolled his eyes.
/Unless I kill him./ Hermione thought in total revulsion.
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"That is harsh!" Harry told Hermione as they ambled to the great hall.
"It's not that bad. I deserve it. I wasn't supposed to act that way." Hermione said expressionlessly.
"So, you do not mind having to spend it with Mr. slimeball?" Harry asked reluctantly.
"If I stay out of his way, everything will be fine." Hermione answered. "How's Ron?"
"Still unconscious. But Madam Pomfrey told me he'll probably be up next week." Harry said sadly.
"I went to the hospital wing. She didn't allow me to see him." Hermione said. "He was 'unavailable' at that moment. She said I should come back this afternoon."
"I just hope he turns out fine. What did Malfoy do to him anyway?"
They both sat down to eat their dinner.
"He cast the ice curse. It is said to originate from a dark queen during the Middle Ages. This 'ice' goes directly to the spine then runs up until it reaches the head. The head is then 'frozen.' Thankfully, that is all it can do. It cannot kill and the ice does 'melt' after a month. But thanks to modern wizards' medicine, the 'ice' can melt in a week." Hermione said, sounding like an encyclopedia.
"Thanks for the info." Harry said, still trying to process the information. "I've never come across that curse before. Did they teach that last year?"
"Actually, no. I just read it from a book." Hermione said munching on her food.
"What book? Maybe I can get a few juicy spells." Harry said as he thought of the possibilities.
"I forgot the title." Hermione said.
"Did I just go crazy? I thought I heard you say you forgot the title of a book you read!" Harry said lightheartedly.
"Stop teasing me Harry! You cannot expect me to remember everything!" Hermione laughed. That was when she looked across her. She saw Malfoy walk in the great hall. /Great, Mr. slimeball has crossed the threshold./
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"You cannot believe what I had to go through in that office! McGonagall was all - you should be this, you should be that. Dumbledore talked about stinking socks. AND the mudblood tried to blame it on me!" Malfoy said as he made his way to his seat.
"It's not gonna be so bad. Granger can do all the work." Crabbe said smiling.
"That's not how it's gonna work. If I slack off, she's probably gonna squeal." Malfoy answered.
"Good luck. You'll need it." Goyle said munching on his tart.
Malfoy looked daggers at Goyle.
Crabbe, realizing what will happen next, suddenly said "It was great - what you did to the little redhead."
"Yeah! What spell was that?" Goyle asked.
"It's called the ice curse." Malfoy said emptily.
"Granger did a good curse too. That light thing that heaved you.." Goyle said.
"It's called red beam. It was exasperating. I didn't expect her to use something as controlling as that, though." Malfoy said.
"What do you mean controlling? It just threw you aside. It didn't knock you out." Crabbe said.
"It blinded my left eye. Right now, I only have one working." Malfoy said.
"You don't look blind." Goyle said. "Why don't you go to Pomfrey?"
"I will NOT trust my eyesight to her!" Malfoy said as he shoved a piece of cake in Goyle's mouth.
"How will you work your left eye then?" Crabbe asked as he looked at Goyle scoff the cake.
"Don't you know anything? It will wear off after I sleep for, I think, 7 nights." Malfoy said.
"Why do you know so much about those kinds of things? You never cared about them." Goyle said after he swallowed the last bite.
"I read." Malfoy said heedlessly.
"You read? I thought you hated reading!" Goyle said.
"I do. I read only when I want to and what I want to. And I happen to like reading the dark books." Malfoy said authoritatively.
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Friday came faster than both Hermione and Malfoy expected. When supper was over, Hermione set forth to the trophy room. Filch was there. Malfoy, on the other hand, was nowhere to be found.
"Just clean 'em and get out after an hour. I want no trouble." Filch said as he handed her a rag.
He turned and left. Hermione watched him disappear in the hallway. She looked in the trophy room. It was colossal. Trophies, plaques, certificates, medals - they were all there. Hermione was fascinated and disappointed at the same time. /I have to clean all of these?/
Suddenly Malfoy came in with a rag in his hand. "That old man gave me a stinkin' rag!" he said, muttering to himself. He sat himself down the nearest trophy and started cleaning.
Hermione did the same. And for a long time, there was pure silence. Until..
CRASH!
"Malfoy! What did you do?" Hermione said as she stared at all the fallen medals.
"I didn't do nothing! It fell on its own!" Malfoy shouted.
"Things don't just fall on their own!" Hermione shouted back.
CRASH!
"Hah! You see!" Malfoy said as Hermione looked at the pile of tumbled plaques in her right side.
"Malfoy and Hermione - they are always fighting! Now they have detention - they're cleaning all the trophies!" A voice said in a sing-song manner.
"Peeves!" Hermione and Malfoy said in unison.
"Get out!" Hermione screamed at him.
"No I won't! I'd much rather watch the trophies plummet down!" He said as he pushed some cups down.
"Katikifa!" Malfoy aimed his wand to Peeves.
Peeves suddenly turned red. He started scratching his ears. Then his neck. Then his entire dead body! He then floated off - scratching himself incessantly. "I'll be back detained mortals!"
Hermione and Malfoy were chuckling.
"That was good." Hermione said smiling.
"Yeah. That was one of the lighter spells in the book." he chuckled.
"You really do read." Hermione said.
Hermione suddenly realized she was actually sharing a pleasant conversation with Malfoy. She stooped down and started picking up the plaques. Malfoy helped her.
"Is Weasley alright?" He asked.
"Yeah. You got him good." Hermione said, not looking at him. "How's your eye?" she asked.
"It's ok. I'm getting used to it." Malfoy said. Hermione looked like she wasn't listening. "Look, Granger, I'm really.. I mean.. I didn't mean to do that to Weasley." He said looking at her.
"Sure you didn't." Hermione said as she started wiping the dust off the shelves.
"I didn't!" Malfoy said persistently.
"Oh, come on Malfoy. You know you enjoyed that!" Hermione said without feeling.
"I did not! What do you take me for?" Malfoy asked.
Hermione was about to answer him when he raised his hand and said, "Don't answer that."
Pure silence took over the room again.
/She isn't so bad. She has a good brain and an aggressive personality. Too bad she's a mudblood and has two lunatics for friends./ Malfoy thought.
/He looks better when he doesn't open his big mouth. He really isn't as hideous as I thought. If he'd just change his pure-blood attitude, I wouldn't mind being around him./ Hermione said to herself.
After their hour was over, Hermione and Malfoy left the trophy room without a word to each other.
Yeah, yeah.. I know it was dumb.. its called writers block.. Review pls ;)