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Gryffindor insights
Chapter the first : Hermione's insight
It was late, a little after 9:30, when Mdm. Pince asked the last students to leave the library.
Hermione sighed and gathered up her stuff. She had been studying for the Potions NEWTs that had been scheduled for the following day. Hermione was ascending the stairs to the Gryffindor-tower when her stomach growled loudly.
Remembering what Harry had told her about the location of the kitchens she turned around again and walked until she found the painting with the fruit. By tickling the pear she was admitted to the house-elves domain.
She was immediatly surrounded by several of the small creatures, all wanting to help her.
Hermione asked for an apple and a piece of bread.
Thanking the elves she left the kitchens and went back on her way towards the Gryffindortower. Lost in thought she missed a turning and found herself at the top of a flight of steps leading into darkness. Deciding to give it a try she hurried down the stairs and abruptly recognized where she was. The dungeons. Off to her left was the Potionsclassroom and if she followed this hallway she would find herself at the stairs that ... .
Her thoughts were interrupted by voices coming from the Potionsclassroom.
"Now look. You have to do it this way. No Pansy. Add the rosepettals after the the moonweed."
Always ready to investigate, Hermione walked to the door not making a noise. The heavy door was slightly ajar and she leaned against the wall to get a look at the people inside.
Pansy Parkinson was standing next to a cauldron, stirring the ingrediants. Next to her was Goyle, looking quite intelligent, which surprised Hermione.
What surprised her even more was the darkhaired boy currently sitting on a desk infront of Pansy and her cauldron. His usually tame hair was spiked up and he was wearing Muggleclothing. A black t-shirt, black pants and black laced-up boots. The blackhaired Slytherin had a black choker around his neck.
Hermione stared. Blaise Zabini was one of the most proper boys at school and this was definatly out of character for him.
Suddenly Pansy started giggling and Hermione's gaze was pulled back to the Slytheringirl. Goyle was telling a joke and Pansy was bending with laughter.
"Geez Greg! That was bloody hilarious. Tell another one will you?"
"How many Deatheaters do you need to cover a roof?"
"No idea." Blaise commented cleverly.
"It depends on how thin you slice them..."
Pansy laughed out loud and nearly tipped over her cauldron.
"Well, they'd get a good roof out of you wouldn't they, Greg?" Blaise got up, chuckling at the other boys evil gaze.
"Draco. Would you mind helping us a little?" Blaise had dissapeared out of Hermione's view but soon returned with a confused looking Draco Malfoy. Hermione gaped at the blond. His usually immaculate blond hair was wayward and hung into his face. A pair of silver rimmed glasses sat on the tip his nose, ready to slide off any minute, and his white shirt was hanging out of his trousers in a very slobby manner.
"What?" The boy sounded dazed.
"Help. Us. Now. You've read anough. Just check on how we're doing or potions, okay?"
"Sure. Sorry. I got carried away a bit..."
Blaise smiled at Draco and placed a quick kiss on his forehead. This prompted cat-calls and giggles from Greg and Pansy.
"Oh, shut it you two." Blaise growled playfully.
Hermione continued to stare. This was really unbelievable. She'd never thought that Slytherins could be so ... human.
Draco had wandered over to Pansy and was explaining something to her while Greg and Blaise were pretending to fistfight. Hermione had to smile at this.
Suddenly the door closed and Hermione could see a cloaked arm over her head.
"Miss Granger. You'd better be off to bed."
"Professor Snape!" The Gryffindors voice sounded squeaky.
"I won't report you. Nothing to worry about."
"Thank you sir."
The dark Potionsmaster stared down at Hermione.
"Good night, sir."
"Good night. And remember what you saw..." With a swish of his robes the Slytherin dissapeared. Hermione could hear faint laughter from behind the closed door and quickly left the dungeons, a smile playing on her face.
When she entered the commonroom the smile was still firmly in place.
"Mione! There you are. We were worrying about you." Harry yelled to her from the fireplace.
"I was checking some things."
"Oh, okay. We thought you'd been found by Snape or someone and were in touble." Hermione's mile widened at this.
"But as you're here could you explain something to us?"
"Sure."
Smiling happily the Gryffindor sat down between her friends and started explaining.
Downstairs in the dungeons Draco was doing the same.
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read and review. merci.
Gryffindor insights
Chapter the first : Hermione's insight
It was late, a little after 9:30, when Mdm. Pince asked the last students to leave the library.
Hermione sighed and gathered up her stuff. She had been studying for the Potions NEWTs that had been scheduled for the following day. Hermione was ascending the stairs to the Gryffindor-tower when her stomach growled loudly.
Remembering what Harry had told her about the location of the kitchens she turned around again and walked until she found the painting with the fruit. By tickling the pear she was admitted to the house-elves domain.
She was immediatly surrounded by several of the small creatures, all wanting to help her.
Hermione asked for an apple and a piece of bread.
Thanking the elves she left the kitchens and went back on her way towards the Gryffindortower. Lost in thought she missed a turning and found herself at the top of a flight of steps leading into darkness. Deciding to give it a try she hurried down the stairs and abruptly recognized where she was. The dungeons. Off to her left was the Potionsclassroom and if she followed this hallway she would find herself at the stairs that ... .
Her thoughts were interrupted by voices coming from the Potionsclassroom.
"Now look. You have to do it this way. No Pansy. Add the rosepettals after the the moonweed."
Always ready to investigate, Hermione walked to the door not making a noise. The heavy door was slightly ajar and she leaned against the wall to get a look at the people inside.
Pansy Parkinson was standing next to a cauldron, stirring the ingrediants. Next to her was Goyle, looking quite intelligent, which surprised Hermione.
What surprised her even more was the darkhaired boy currently sitting on a desk infront of Pansy and her cauldron. His usually tame hair was spiked up and he was wearing Muggleclothing. A black t-shirt, black pants and black laced-up boots. The blackhaired Slytherin had a black choker around his neck.
Hermione stared. Blaise Zabini was one of the most proper boys at school and this was definatly out of character for him.
Suddenly Pansy started giggling and Hermione's gaze was pulled back to the Slytheringirl. Goyle was telling a joke and Pansy was bending with laughter.
"Geez Greg! That was bloody hilarious. Tell another one will you?"
"How many Deatheaters do you need to cover a roof?"
"No idea." Blaise commented cleverly.
"It depends on how thin you slice them..."
Pansy laughed out loud and nearly tipped over her cauldron.
"Well, they'd get a good roof out of you wouldn't they, Greg?" Blaise got up, chuckling at the other boys evil gaze.
"Draco. Would you mind helping us a little?" Blaise had dissapeared out of Hermione's view but soon returned with a confused looking Draco Malfoy. Hermione gaped at the blond. His usually immaculate blond hair was wayward and hung into his face. A pair of silver rimmed glasses sat on the tip his nose, ready to slide off any minute, and his white shirt was hanging out of his trousers in a very slobby manner.
"What?" The boy sounded dazed.
"Help. Us. Now. You've read anough. Just check on how we're doing or potions, okay?"
"Sure. Sorry. I got carried away a bit..."
Blaise smiled at Draco and placed a quick kiss on his forehead. This prompted cat-calls and giggles from Greg and Pansy.
"Oh, shut it you two." Blaise growled playfully.
Hermione continued to stare. This was really unbelievable. She'd never thought that Slytherins could be so ... human.
Draco had wandered over to Pansy and was explaining something to her while Greg and Blaise were pretending to fistfight. Hermione had to smile at this.
Suddenly the door closed and Hermione could see a cloaked arm over her head.
"Miss Granger. You'd better be off to bed."
"Professor Snape!" The Gryffindors voice sounded squeaky.
"I won't report you. Nothing to worry about."
"Thank you sir."
The dark Potionsmaster stared down at Hermione.
"Good night, sir."
"Good night. And remember what you saw..." With a swish of his robes the Slytherin dissapeared. Hermione could hear faint laughter from behind the closed door and quickly left the dungeons, a smile playing on her face.
When she entered the commonroom the smile was still firmly in place.
"Mione! There you are. We were worrying about you." Harry yelled to her from the fireplace.
"I was checking some things."
"Oh, okay. We thought you'd been found by Snape or someone and were in touble." Hermione's mile widened at this.
"But as you're here could you explain something to us?"
"Sure."
Smiling happily the Gryffindor sat down between her friends and started explaining.
Downstairs in the dungeons Draco was doing the same.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
read and review. merci.