Chapter 2: The Hogsmeade Trip
Author's Note: Okay, here's chapter 2. Hope you like this better than the first chapter. This has a bit more going on than the last chappy. Well, read on!
Disclaimer: HAHAHAHAHAHA! I don't own Harry Potter! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Hermione! Come on, let's go! We're gonna be late," Ron yelled, banging on the portrait to the Head Boy and Girl Common Room. Ron and Harry had been standing out there for the past half-hour, waiting on Hermione to come out, so they could go to breakfast. Suddenly, the portrait swung open, revealing a very stressful, and sleep deprived, yeah, you guessed it, Draco Malfoy.
"Would you ever so kindly STOP banging on the door!" He said, actually yelled, with anger filling his eyes and voice. God, he couldn't stand the two Wonder Boys.
"Where's Hermione, you ferret?" Harry asked, grabbing at Ron's robes to keep him from lunging at Malfoy.
"She be out shortly, she asked me to tell you two to go to breakfast, because she has extra work she has to finish before the trip to Hogsmeade, today," Draco said, trying to slowly calm himself, " and by the way, Potter, don't ever call me a ferret again." He said, slamming the portrait shut in their faces.
"God, why is Malfoy always an arse every time our paths cross?" Ron asked, rhetorically, but Harry decided to answer anyway.
"Because he knows he can get away with it, that's why," Harry stated, starting for the Great Hall. If Hermione wanted them to go on ahead, then there was no use trying to get their way. Ron silently agreed, and followed Harry down the hallway.
Approximately a quarter to eight o'clock, Hermione decided that it was finally timed to go to breakfast. She slowly emerged from her Head Girl room dressed in muggle clothing and her Hogwarts robe. She wore fading dark hip-huggers and a crimson-red tank top. On the weekends, students were permitted to wear muggle clothing, as long as they wore their robes over them.
Draco sat alone deep into his book, he hadn't even noticed that Hermione was now at the bottom of her staircase. She tried to make out the title of the book, but it was tilted at an angle that she couldn't read it. Knowing that she shouldn't disturb him, she picked up a pillow, and chucked it at him.
"Hey!" he started, "I was just getting to the good part," he stated, whiningly at her.
"Are you going to breakfast or not?" she asked, ignoring his whining. She picked up her back, and sank into the black sofa across from him.
"I might. On one condition, Hermione," he started, making her wonder where he was going with this. (Quick A/N: They already decide to call each other by their first names at the start of the term.) "You have to apologize for throwing the pillow at me," he finished, giving her his sly, yet sexy smile.
"All right, Alright, I'm sorry, Draco," she said sarcastically, but making sure he didn't' pick up on it.
"Okay, lets go," he said, shutting his book, and heading out the portrait door, with her in lead.
They walked silently down to the Great Hall, where they parted, to sit at their appropriate tables. As soon as they both sat down, Dumbledore stood to give his morning announcement speech.
"Today, is the trip to Hogsmeade, for those of you might have forgot," ("Who could forget?" Ron said loud enough for the rest to here.) " And I suggest," he continued, ignoring Ron's little outburst. "That the 6th year and older students buy dress robes, for the upcoming Yule Ball on December 7th, before the break begins," he said, eyes twinkling as he sat back down. As soon as he was back down, the Hall broke out into bursts of chatter.
After the Golden Trio reached Hogsmeade, they parted to go their separate ways: Hermione to Delores' Dress Robes; Harry and Ron to Zonko's.
"Boys," she said upon entering the store, and hearing a small tinkling bell in the distance. The store was full of materials and clothing, especially robes. A small, stout woman emerged from the back carrying, a fine silk and silvery material.
"Hello, dear, can I help you find anything?" she asked, her bright green eyes looking up into Hermione's.
"Um.yes, I'm looking for some dress robes. We're supposed to be having a Ball soon, and I wanted to make sure that I got some, before they became hard to find," she said hopefully. She wanted to make sure that whomever asked her to the dance would be happy with her as their date.
"Why, of course, dear. I actually just got this new material here in today, and I was hoping that someone would want to try it out for me. Do you like it?" She was now looking at the material she held in her hands, while showing it to Hermione.
"Yes, it's actually quite lovely, but I don't think I can afford it," she said, pilfering through her bag, to find the money her parents had changed at Gringotts and sent to her.
"Oh, nonsense, young lady. Whatever you can pay me will be fine. If you don't mind though, I have a suggested price. How does 10 galleons sound?" she said, leading Hermione into the back room, and placing her on a stool, so she could get her measurements.
"That sounds quite good, thank you," Hermione stated, stretching her arms out, making it easier on the sales woman to get her size.
15 minutes later:
"Okay, I think I have everything, if you just wait out in the shop area, I'll have your outfit in a moment," she said, helping Hermione off of the stool, even though it wasn't necessary.
Hermione walked out into the store area, noticing Draco coming into the store. Must be here for dress robes, she thought, while turning around to face the woman who was now coming out of the back. She had her dress on a hanger, and covered in a dark red cover, so it couldn't be seen from the outside. (make sense?) Draco came up to stand next to Hermione, so his presence would be know by her.
"Okay, that'll be 10 galleons," the store-keeper said. Hermione turned to grab the money from her bag, but Draco was quicker and handed the woman the money. Hermione turned to Draco. He had this amusing look in his eyes, but the rest of his face remained emotionless.
"You don't have to pay for my dress, Draco," she said, even though she was grateful he had. Harry and Ron would probably raid her money satchel later, when they wanted to pay for drinks at the Three Broomsticks.
"It's no problem. Actually, I wanted to ask you a question," he said, more amusement, playing in his eyes when he looked at her.
"Okay, what is it?" She said, hoping he would get to the point soon, She could see Harry and Ron through the store window, and they were about to enter the shop.
"Well, I.um, well, I wanted to know if you would go the Ball with me," He stated, noticing the door to the shop had opened, and that the Wonder Boys had heard every word.
A/N: Alright, tell me. How was it? Leave me a review. Speaking of reviews, A special thanks goes out to Hannah, because she was my first reviewer for this story. Okay, well, got to go, the third chapter is calling my name. Well, the faster you review, the faster I update. Well, bye!
Author's Note: Okay, here's chapter 2. Hope you like this better than the first chapter. This has a bit more going on than the last chappy. Well, read on!
Disclaimer: HAHAHAHAHAHA! I don't own Harry Potter! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Hermione! Come on, let's go! We're gonna be late," Ron yelled, banging on the portrait to the Head Boy and Girl Common Room. Ron and Harry had been standing out there for the past half-hour, waiting on Hermione to come out, so they could go to breakfast. Suddenly, the portrait swung open, revealing a very stressful, and sleep deprived, yeah, you guessed it, Draco Malfoy.
"Would you ever so kindly STOP banging on the door!" He said, actually yelled, with anger filling his eyes and voice. God, he couldn't stand the two Wonder Boys.
"Where's Hermione, you ferret?" Harry asked, grabbing at Ron's robes to keep him from lunging at Malfoy.
"She be out shortly, she asked me to tell you two to go to breakfast, because she has extra work she has to finish before the trip to Hogsmeade, today," Draco said, trying to slowly calm himself, " and by the way, Potter, don't ever call me a ferret again." He said, slamming the portrait shut in their faces.
"God, why is Malfoy always an arse every time our paths cross?" Ron asked, rhetorically, but Harry decided to answer anyway.
"Because he knows he can get away with it, that's why," Harry stated, starting for the Great Hall. If Hermione wanted them to go on ahead, then there was no use trying to get their way. Ron silently agreed, and followed Harry down the hallway.
Approximately a quarter to eight o'clock, Hermione decided that it was finally timed to go to breakfast. She slowly emerged from her Head Girl room dressed in muggle clothing and her Hogwarts robe. She wore fading dark hip-huggers and a crimson-red tank top. On the weekends, students were permitted to wear muggle clothing, as long as they wore their robes over them.
Draco sat alone deep into his book, he hadn't even noticed that Hermione was now at the bottom of her staircase. She tried to make out the title of the book, but it was tilted at an angle that she couldn't read it. Knowing that she shouldn't disturb him, she picked up a pillow, and chucked it at him.
"Hey!" he started, "I was just getting to the good part," he stated, whiningly at her.
"Are you going to breakfast or not?" she asked, ignoring his whining. She picked up her back, and sank into the black sofa across from him.
"I might. On one condition, Hermione," he started, making her wonder where he was going with this. (Quick A/N: They already decide to call each other by their first names at the start of the term.) "You have to apologize for throwing the pillow at me," he finished, giving her his sly, yet sexy smile.
"All right, Alright, I'm sorry, Draco," she said sarcastically, but making sure he didn't' pick up on it.
"Okay, lets go," he said, shutting his book, and heading out the portrait door, with her in lead.
They walked silently down to the Great Hall, where they parted, to sit at their appropriate tables. As soon as they both sat down, Dumbledore stood to give his morning announcement speech.
"Today, is the trip to Hogsmeade, for those of you might have forgot," ("Who could forget?" Ron said loud enough for the rest to here.) " And I suggest," he continued, ignoring Ron's little outburst. "That the 6th year and older students buy dress robes, for the upcoming Yule Ball on December 7th, before the break begins," he said, eyes twinkling as he sat back down. As soon as he was back down, the Hall broke out into bursts of chatter.
After the Golden Trio reached Hogsmeade, they parted to go their separate ways: Hermione to Delores' Dress Robes; Harry and Ron to Zonko's.
"Boys," she said upon entering the store, and hearing a small tinkling bell in the distance. The store was full of materials and clothing, especially robes. A small, stout woman emerged from the back carrying, a fine silk and silvery material.
"Hello, dear, can I help you find anything?" she asked, her bright green eyes looking up into Hermione's.
"Um.yes, I'm looking for some dress robes. We're supposed to be having a Ball soon, and I wanted to make sure that I got some, before they became hard to find," she said hopefully. She wanted to make sure that whomever asked her to the dance would be happy with her as their date.
"Why, of course, dear. I actually just got this new material here in today, and I was hoping that someone would want to try it out for me. Do you like it?" She was now looking at the material she held in her hands, while showing it to Hermione.
"Yes, it's actually quite lovely, but I don't think I can afford it," she said, pilfering through her bag, to find the money her parents had changed at Gringotts and sent to her.
"Oh, nonsense, young lady. Whatever you can pay me will be fine. If you don't mind though, I have a suggested price. How does 10 galleons sound?" she said, leading Hermione into the back room, and placing her on a stool, so she could get her measurements.
"That sounds quite good, thank you," Hermione stated, stretching her arms out, making it easier on the sales woman to get her size.
15 minutes later:
"Okay, I think I have everything, if you just wait out in the shop area, I'll have your outfit in a moment," she said, helping Hermione off of the stool, even though it wasn't necessary.
Hermione walked out into the store area, noticing Draco coming into the store. Must be here for dress robes, she thought, while turning around to face the woman who was now coming out of the back. She had her dress on a hanger, and covered in a dark red cover, so it couldn't be seen from the outside. (make sense?) Draco came up to stand next to Hermione, so his presence would be know by her.
"Okay, that'll be 10 galleons," the store-keeper said. Hermione turned to grab the money from her bag, but Draco was quicker and handed the woman the money. Hermione turned to Draco. He had this amusing look in his eyes, but the rest of his face remained emotionless.
"You don't have to pay for my dress, Draco," she said, even though she was grateful he had. Harry and Ron would probably raid her money satchel later, when they wanted to pay for drinks at the Three Broomsticks.
"It's no problem. Actually, I wanted to ask you a question," he said, more amusement, playing in his eyes when he looked at her.
"Okay, what is it?" She said, hoping he would get to the point soon, She could see Harry and Ron through the store window, and they were about to enter the shop.
"Well, I.um, well, I wanted to know if you would go the Ball with me," He stated, noticing the door to the shop had opened, and that the Wonder Boys had heard every word.
A/N: Alright, tell me. How was it? Leave me a review. Speaking of reviews, A special thanks goes out to Hannah, because she was my first reviewer for this story. Okay, well, got to go, the third chapter is calling my name. Well, the faster you review, the faster I update. Well, bye!
