Chapter 3~ Shock shock, horror horror
When they reached the place where Hermione had to leave, she gave Harry one last kiss, and left.
Harry watched her leave and then headed to the Gryffindor common room.
When Hermione reached the big, stone door, leading into the Head common room, she paused and then said the password. She took a deep breath and entered. As she had never been in here before, it was nothing like she expected. It was.different. Well, of course it would be different, but it was more. More.she couldn't find the right word to describe it. She could only think of one word. Beautiful. And beautiful it was.
At the centre of the room was a fire cracking merrily. She approached it cautiously. Slowly, her hand reached out to it. In her head, she was chanting the Burn cooling charm. As her hand went further into the fire, she felt nothing. Her hand went straight through it and still she had no reaction.
"Phew!" she thought to herself. At either side of the fire was a desk. One for her, the other for Malfoy. She sat down on the desk at the right hand side. She opened her trunk, took out her wand and said,
"Replacia." Everything she needed for studying found it's place perfectly positioned on her desk. She looked around the room. She saw that behind her desk was a large space for her to customise. She conjured up a large Gryffindor poster on the bare wall and also created some gold furniture that satisfied her needs.
As she walked to the end of the room opposite the door, she saw a huge bookshelf with a gap in the middle. The bookshelves reached right up to the ceiling and had at least 15 shelves each. There were 2 levitating stools in the centre of each of them. She guessed they were to reach the higher shelves. The gap had a big wooden door blocking it. She slowly opened it. It revealed a corridor with 1 door at the end and 2 at the sides. Before she had managed to go further into the corridor, she heard the stone door close with a click.
Malfoy was here.
She spun around and saw Malfoy looking at her desk and the Gryffindor poster on the wall.
"Excuse me!" he said while turning to look at her.
"You're excused," she muttered. She had learnt that from Harry. She no longer said it on purpose, just out of habit.
"What is that...that...thing doing on the wall?"
"Hanging...?"
"I wanted that side!"
"Uh...2 words. Tough. Shit."
"What?!"
"Tough shit. Oh sorry. I didn't know you had a hearing problem."
"I do not have a hearing problem!" he replied indignantly.
"Whatever."
"Where did you learn that kind of language?"
"What language? "
"What you just said!"
"The same place you learnt your English. Duh!"
"Oh, never mind."
"I won't." Hermione was just about to turn around and continue exploring when she heard Malfoy say,
"Wingardium Leviosum." RRRRIIIPPP! She turned and saw that the Gryffindor poster had ripped.
"It's Leviosaaaaa. Honestly. That is soooo 1st year! You can't even do a simple spell like that," she said, while repairing the poster with a simple flick of her wand, "Really! I don't know HOW you got Head boy."
"You bitch!"
"How BLOODY dare you?!" Hermione freaked.
"Quite easily thanks."
"Well...you...you have bad hair! Cor. That was LAME."
"Too right," he muttered.
* * *
Back in the Gryffindor common room, Harry took out the Broomstick repair kit that Hermione had given him some years ago.
Harry had first been offered Head boy but he turned it down. He was too busy, what with all his work and as he was Quidditch captain, organising everything to do with that. He loved Quidditch. It kept him happy after Hermione. But even Quidditch had its downs.
When they reached the place where Hermione had to leave, she gave Harry one last kiss, and left.
Harry watched her leave and then headed to the Gryffindor common room.
When Hermione reached the big, stone door, leading into the Head common room, she paused and then said the password. She took a deep breath and entered. As she had never been in here before, it was nothing like she expected. It was.different. Well, of course it would be different, but it was more. More.she couldn't find the right word to describe it. She could only think of one word. Beautiful. And beautiful it was.
At the centre of the room was a fire cracking merrily. She approached it cautiously. Slowly, her hand reached out to it. In her head, she was chanting the Burn cooling charm. As her hand went further into the fire, she felt nothing. Her hand went straight through it and still she had no reaction.
"Phew!" she thought to herself. At either side of the fire was a desk. One for her, the other for Malfoy. She sat down on the desk at the right hand side. She opened her trunk, took out her wand and said,
"Replacia." Everything she needed for studying found it's place perfectly positioned on her desk. She looked around the room. She saw that behind her desk was a large space for her to customise. She conjured up a large Gryffindor poster on the bare wall and also created some gold furniture that satisfied her needs.
As she walked to the end of the room opposite the door, she saw a huge bookshelf with a gap in the middle. The bookshelves reached right up to the ceiling and had at least 15 shelves each. There were 2 levitating stools in the centre of each of them. She guessed they were to reach the higher shelves. The gap had a big wooden door blocking it. She slowly opened it. It revealed a corridor with 1 door at the end and 2 at the sides. Before she had managed to go further into the corridor, she heard the stone door close with a click.
Malfoy was here.
She spun around and saw Malfoy looking at her desk and the Gryffindor poster on the wall.
"Excuse me!" he said while turning to look at her.
"You're excused," she muttered. She had learnt that from Harry. She no longer said it on purpose, just out of habit.
"What is that...that...thing doing on the wall?"
"Hanging...?"
"I wanted that side!"
"Uh...2 words. Tough. Shit."
"What?!"
"Tough shit. Oh sorry. I didn't know you had a hearing problem."
"I do not have a hearing problem!" he replied indignantly.
"Whatever."
"Where did you learn that kind of language?"
"What language? "
"What you just said!"
"The same place you learnt your English. Duh!"
"Oh, never mind."
"I won't." Hermione was just about to turn around and continue exploring when she heard Malfoy say,
"Wingardium Leviosum." RRRRIIIPPP! She turned and saw that the Gryffindor poster had ripped.
"It's Leviosaaaaa. Honestly. That is soooo 1st year! You can't even do a simple spell like that," she said, while repairing the poster with a simple flick of her wand, "Really! I don't know HOW you got Head boy."
"You bitch!"
"How BLOODY dare you?!" Hermione freaked.
"Quite easily thanks."
"Well...you...you have bad hair! Cor. That was LAME."
"Too right," he muttered.
* * *
Back in the Gryffindor common room, Harry took out the Broomstick repair kit that Hermione had given him some years ago.
Harry had first been offered Head boy but he turned it down. He was too busy, what with all his work and as he was Quidditch captain, organising everything to do with that. He loved Quidditch. It kept him happy after Hermione. But even Quidditch had its downs.