Forbidden Magic
Chapter Five: Push-ups and Private Matters
Hermione slowly got down into the push up position. The bent her elbows and pushed back up again. One down, nineteen more to go. She looked over at Malfoy, who was going so fast he would be likely to be done in less than a minute. The humid summer air wasn't helping her condition, but Hermione bent her arms again. Sergeant Morris walked over to her and bent down so that he was talking to her face.
"What's the matter, Ms. Granger? Can't you do some simple push-ups?" he yelled. If her face hadn't already been red from the heat, she was sure it would be brilliant with embarrassment. Everyone had momentarily stopped with his or her push-ups to look at her. She bent her arms one more time before looking up at him and answering.
"I find it a bit difficult, SIR!" she answered. He looked at her without a trace of compassion.
"So are you going to let a minor setback get you flustered?" he asked. She shook her head, bending her arms and straightening them again.
"Sir, no SIR!" she shouted back. He looked at her satisfactorily.
"Good. I'm glad to hear it," he said before leaving her and going to pick on someone else. Hermione bent her arms one more time before collapsing. She looked over to Malfoy again and saw that he was already finished, and had turned on his back to do some sit-ups. 'Show off,' she thought. He turned to her and saw her staring at him. He smiled innocently and carried on with his sit-ups. She got back into position and continued with her push- ups.
When she was finished, she collapsed once more and lied on her stomach on the sand. She was completely exhausted. By this time, the sky had turned a bit darker and the stars were starting to come out. She rolled over onto her back and stared up at the sky. There were still a few people doing their push-ups, but only a few. Millicent Bullstrode and Neville were among them. She closed her eyes and put her right hand on her chest, trying to heel the stitch that had formed there. Her breath was heavy and she smelled of perspiration. Opening her eyes, she saw that Malfoy was still doing his sit-ups. How anyone could carry on like that was beyond her. Even Harry and Ron were sitting down, clearly exhausted. It wasn't until Neville and Millicent were finished that he stopped. He wasn't even breathing heavily. Amazed, she looked up at Sergeant Morris as he stepped in front of them.
"You all have done a great job today. Now you may migrate to the cafeteria for some dinner." Everyone's eyes brightened as they heard this news. They all jumped to their feet and ran to the building titled 'Lunch Room.' Hermione sat by Harry and Ron and slammed her head on the table into her folded arms.
"I'm going to die in this place! I am not made for this type of physical activity!" she complained loudly to Harry and Ron.
"Oh, it won't be that bad Hermione. Say, are you ready to go get some dinner? I'm starving!" Ron exclaimed, looking longingly at the food concealed behind the kitchen counters where the cooks were piling food onto the students' plates. He licked his lips before standing up so forcefully he almost knocked his chair over. Hermione giggled as he caught it just before it hit the ground. His face turned the familiar red as Harry and Hermione got up and followed him to the counter.
If they were expecting a hunger satisfying meal, they were sadly disappointed. For the main course, a pile of slop, with half cooked vegetables and what seemed to be fungus for side dishes. To drink, they had a half a glass of water. Hermione poked at her vegetables, eventually trying one, and then nearly spitting it back out on her plate. They tasted like they had been left out under the hot sun for no less then a week. She regretfully swallowed it and then took a large gulp of her room temperature water to wash the taste out of her mouth. She then pushed her plate away and looked at Ron and Harry with disgust as they scarfed down the food.
"You finished Granger?" a voice came from behind her. She knew instantly who it was, but spun around anyway. Malfoy was standing there with his eyebrows raised. His voice had not been sarcastic and there was no malignance in his eyes.
"Y-yes, why?" she inquired. He smiled and walked over to her table. Harry and Ron were so busy stuffing their faces they didn't even notice him. He grabbed her tray and emptied the contents onto his plate. How could anyone enjoy this stuff? It looked like it had just been dug out of the garbage. Grinning innocently, he muttered a quick 'thanks Granger' and walked back to his table.
Once dinner was over, Hermione walked with Harry and Ron back to their room. It was set up like the girls' room. Roughly fifteen bunk beds filled the room, dressers and drawers set beside them. They walked over to Harry's bed and sat down. Looking at her watch, Hermione found that it was only eight thirty.
"So, who do you share a bunk with Harry?" she asked, but her question was soon answered as Malfoy came strolling up to the bed. He set some clothes onto the dresser and Hermione saw that he was only in a towel. Judging by his wet hair, he had just taken a shower. He jumped slightly when he saw her and dashed behind the dresser.
"T-there are no girls allowed in here Granger! W-what are you doing in here?" he demanded from behind the small dresser. She could see that his face had turned the lightest shade of pink and he looked highly uncomfortable. Hermione turned an equal shade of pink and shielded her eyes with a hand.
"Sorry, I-I came to visit Harry and Ron, but- um. I'll leave now," she whispered, standing up to leave. She waved good-bye to Harry and Ron over her shoulder, not even daring to look back. She headed into her own room and crawled up to the top bunk. Harry and Ron had convinced Millicent to let her sleep there. She opened her book and started to read it, but found her mind drifting back to Malfoy. Now she could see why he had been able to do all those push-ups and sit-ups. It showed clearly when he wasn't wearing a shirt. She mentally scolded herself for thinking such thoughts and tried to continue reading her book.
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Author's note: Hey again. Another day, another chapter. Actually, that would be two chapters in one day. I have to update regularly on the weekends because I can't update on the weekdays. I don't have a computer, but I spend the weekends at my grandma's. Anyways, I hope you liked it and I would just like to thank all of those who have reviewed so far. Sooo. Thank you to: FireHeart, Chloe00, Corina Borsuk, esor azile, Hannah Gray, SiriusBlackRules, Saturn-hime, hedwig7up, Dreaming one, and there is one other person who replied, but I don't know who, it didn't come up on my computer, but you know who you are. Thank YOU!!!!!!!!
Chapter Five: Push-ups and Private Matters
Hermione slowly got down into the push up position. The bent her elbows and pushed back up again. One down, nineteen more to go. She looked over at Malfoy, who was going so fast he would be likely to be done in less than a minute. The humid summer air wasn't helping her condition, but Hermione bent her arms again. Sergeant Morris walked over to her and bent down so that he was talking to her face.
"What's the matter, Ms. Granger? Can't you do some simple push-ups?" he yelled. If her face hadn't already been red from the heat, she was sure it would be brilliant with embarrassment. Everyone had momentarily stopped with his or her push-ups to look at her. She bent her arms one more time before looking up at him and answering.
"I find it a bit difficult, SIR!" she answered. He looked at her without a trace of compassion.
"So are you going to let a minor setback get you flustered?" he asked. She shook her head, bending her arms and straightening them again.
"Sir, no SIR!" she shouted back. He looked at her satisfactorily.
"Good. I'm glad to hear it," he said before leaving her and going to pick on someone else. Hermione bent her arms one more time before collapsing. She looked over to Malfoy again and saw that he was already finished, and had turned on his back to do some sit-ups. 'Show off,' she thought. He turned to her and saw her staring at him. He smiled innocently and carried on with his sit-ups. She got back into position and continued with her push- ups.
When she was finished, she collapsed once more and lied on her stomach on the sand. She was completely exhausted. By this time, the sky had turned a bit darker and the stars were starting to come out. She rolled over onto her back and stared up at the sky. There were still a few people doing their push-ups, but only a few. Millicent Bullstrode and Neville were among them. She closed her eyes and put her right hand on her chest, trying to heel the stitch that had formed there. Her breath was heavy and she smelled of perspiration. Opening her eyes, she saw that Malfoy was still doing his sit-ups. How anyone could carry on like that was beyond her. Even Harry and Ron were sitting down, clearly exhausted. It wasn't until Neville and Millicent were finished that he stopped. He wasn't even breathing heavily. Amazed, she looked up at Sergeant Morris as he stepped in front of them.
"You all have done a great job today. Now you may migrate to the cafeteria for some dinner." Everyone's eyes brightened as they heard this news. They all jumped to their feet and ran to the building titled 'Lunch Room.' Hermione sat by Harry and Ron and slammed her head on the table into her folded arms.
"I'm going to die in this place! I am not made for this type of physical activity!" she complained loudly to Harry and Ron.
"Oh, it won't be that bad Hermione. Say, are you ready to go get some dinner? I'm starving!" Ron exclaimed, looking longingly at the food concealed behind the kitchen counters where the cooks were piling food onto the students' plates. He licked his lips before standing up so forcefully he almost knocked his chair over. Hermione giggled as he caught it just before it hit the ground. His face turned the familiar red as Harry and Hermione got up and followed him to the counter.
If they were expecting a hunger satisfying meal, they were sadly disappointed. For the main course, a pile of slop, with half cooked vegetables and what seemed to be fungus for side dishes. To drink, they had a half a glass of water. Hermione poked at her vegetables, eventually trying one, and then nearly spitting it back out on her plate. They tasted like they had been left out under the hot sun for no less then a week. She regretfully swallowed it and then took a large gulp of her room temperature water to wash the taste out of her mouth. She then pushed her plate away and looked at Ron and Harry with disgust as they scarfed down the food.
"You finished Granger?" a voice came from behind her. She knew instantly who it was, but spun around anyway. Malfoy was standing there with his eyebrows raised. His voice had not been sarcastic and there was no malignance in his eyes.
"Y-yes, why?" she inquired. He smiled and walked over to her table. Harry and Ron were so busy stuffing their faces they didn't even notice him. He grabbed her tray and emptied the contents onto his plate. How could anyone enjoy this stuff? It looked like it had just been dug out of the garbage. Grinning innocently, he muttered a quick 'thanks Granger' and walked back to his table.
Once dinner was over, Hermione walked with Harry and Ron back to their room. It was set up like the girls' room. Roughly fifteen bunk beds filled the room, dressers and drawers set beside them. They walked over to Harry's bed and sat down. Looking at her watch, Hermione found that it was only eight thirty.
"So, who do you share a bunk with Harry?" she asked, but her question was soon answered as Malfoy came strolling up to the bed. He set some clothes onto the dresser and Hermione saw that he was only in a towel. Judging by his wet hair, he had just taken a shower. He jumped slightly when he saw her and dashed behind the dresser.
"T-there are no girls allowed in here Granger! W-what are you doing in here?" he demanded from behind the small dresser. She could see that his face had turned the lightest shade of pink and he looked highly uncomfortable. Hermione turned an equal shade of pink and shielded her eyes with a hand.
"Sorry, I-I came to visit Harry and Ron, but- um. I'll leave now," she whispered, standing up to leave. She waved good-bye to Harry and Ron over her shoulder, not even daring to look back. She headed into her own room and crawled up to the top bunk. Harry and Ron had convinced Millicent to let her sleep there. She opened her book and started to read it, but found her mind drifting back to Malfoy. Now she could see why he had been able to do all those push-ups and sit-ups. It showed clearly when he wasn't wearing a shirt. She mentally scolded herself for thinking such thoughts and tried to continue reading her book.
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Author's note: Hey again. Another day, another chapter. Actually, that would be two chapters in one day. I have to update regularly on the weekends because I can't update on the weekdays. I don't have a computer, but I spend the weekends at my grandma's. Anyways, I hope you liked it and I would just like to thank all of those who have reviewed so far. Sooo. Thank you to: FireHeart, Chloe00, Corina Borsuk, esor azile, Hannah Gray, SiriusBlackRules, Saturn-hime, hedwig7up, Dreaming one, and there is one other person who replied, but I don't know who, it didn't come up on my computer, but you know who you are. Thank YOU!!!!!!!!
