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Chapter 2 ~
"Josselien Mikeliene!" (Is this spelt wrong?) Professor McGonagall called out.
The hall fell silent. Every single female held her breath.
Josselien slipped the hat on his head.
Hermione looked away. Joss even looked good UNDER the horrible, dirty thing. She bit her lip.
Malfoy caught her eye, then mimed swooning.
Hermione glared at him.
"PREFECT!"
No one breathed, except for Malfoy, who snorted.
McGonagall looked lost for words. "Try it again, dear."
"GRYFFINDOR PREFECT!" The hat shouted.
"Make that Gryffindor." McGonagall muttered.
Joss shrugged, then made his way to the Gryffindor table, which was right next to the Prefect table. He chose the end seat, far away from everyone else, but close to the Prefect table.
Immediately, a few girls rose and scampered to sit next to him.
"That's the end of the sorting ceremony, I believe." Dumbledore rose, "may I introduce the new Head Girl and Head Boy. Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger."
Draco, (did I mention he was sitting NEXT to Hermione?) tugged Hermione up, "just enjoy this. 7th year, remember?"
"Everyone's been telling me that today." Hermione grumbled. "First Harry and Ron. THEN you."
Draco grinned, dragging Hermione down.
"Other than that, I only have one more word to say. EAT!" Dumbledore beamed at everyone.
Food magically appeared on the plates.
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A.N: I'm on the verge of hysteria. Should I make Krum a wraith, like Desse to Cailet? (In other words, Krum is always with Hermione where ever, whenever.) Help me! Somebody!
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Hermione spooned several baby potatoes to her plate, "pass the gravy."
Padma passed the gravy. "What did you do in the holidays, Mione?"
Hermione sighed, her appetite suddenly decreased. "I went to Krum's funeral."
Padma spat out her mouthful of peas onto a napkin. "Sorry." She choked. "I didn't-"
"It doesn't matter, Padma. It wasn't your fault." Hermione said softly, pouring gravy on her potatoes and starting to cut them up.
"So. was it um. nice?" Padma asked, "not that um, a ."
"It was a pretty grandeur affair. All his Quidditch team was there, there were some famous movie stars, the Bulgarian Minister of Magic." Draco swallowed his mouthful of chicken. "Even I was there!"
"You were?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah. It was all in Bulgarian, but you did a translating spell, right? You were GLOWING."
"I ate translanguil weed." Hermione said, grimacing. "It can let you understand and speak any language for 1 hour."
"That was why you were chewing."
Hermione glowered at him.
Draco gave her an innocent look. "I heard the Bulgarian Minister of Magic make a light little comment about your manners."
"Was it impressive?" Padma wanted to know.
"Very." Hermione said gloomily, wishing they would change the subject.
"Look at poor Josselien." Giggled Padma, who sensed Hermione's uncomfortable look.
Hermione peeked at Joss, who was utterly, surrounded by swooning females.
"Well, he looks like he's enjoying himself." Hermione managed, trying not to crack up.
"Look at Pansy." Draco had a particular annoyance for Pansy since they broke up in 4th year.
Pansy was clinging on Joss, like a baby koala clutching its mother.
Joss seemed to have a nasty streak as well. He 'accidentally' spilt some stew over the heads of his admirers, feigning shock.
His crowd slowly dispersed.
Just then, someone whispered an incantation.
A plume of green smoke filled the air. Draco and Hermione jumped up, recognising the curse instantly.
"People, move back!" Shouted Draco, advancing on the Slytherin table, where the smoke seemed to be coming from.
"People, MOVE! Head Girl coming through!" Hermione yelled. The crowd parted quickly, allowing her to see the source of the trouble.
A second year Slytherin lay crouched on the seat, as another 2nd year held a wand, grinning triumphantly.
Hermione scowled. "As Head Girl, I am going to take 20-"
She never got to finish her speech.
The crouching 2nd year stood up, a green light flooding out of his eyes.
"MOVE! GRANGER!" Yelled Draco.
"Why?"
"He heard you were the damn Head Girl! BUDGE!"
"What?"
"That curse makes the person insane- and he attacks the first person he sees- which was YOU!"
Hermione froze in the motion of reaching for her wand.
"Granger!"
She was as frozen as a statue, not even blinking as the Slytherin advanced.
The boy attacked, coming at full run at Hermione
Someone pushed her away.
It was Joss.
He tackled the boy, pinning him to the ground, taking out his wand. "Stupefy!"
Hermione stared at him. "Thanks."
Joss whispered a spell to bind the boy up with ropes. "Just duty." He said, tucking his wand back into his pocket.
"Are you all right, Granger?" Draco asked, putting an arm around her shoulders and leading her away.
"Yeah, just a bit shaken." Hermione tried to smile, but failed. "I'm OK, really." She ducked under, freeing her from Draco's grasp. "I need to talk to Josselien."
Draco shrugged, heading back to his chair.
The teachers were dispersing the crowd, McGonagall was speaking to Joss, from his smile, he was being rewarded house points.
When Joss was dismissed, Hermione hurried over. "Thanks, again. I totally lost it out there."
Joss gave her a half smile, "that's OK."
"You know, back there, when you said it was 'duty' what did you mean?" Hermione asked.
"Duty to the Head Girl, as she is a Gryffindor and I am a Gryffindor." Joss looked serious.
Hermione shook her head. "It isn't that important here, you know."
"It is important to me. If you ever need anything."
"Thanks, Josselien. I appreciate it."
They returned back to their seats, still uncomfortable.
Draco sent her question marks. "What were you talking about?"
Hermione shook her head, smiling. "Duty."
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"Gryffindor first years! Follow me!" Shouted Colin Creevy, who was a 6th year prefect.
"'Scuse me, Hermione, what's the Ravenclaw password?" A new Ravenclaw prefect asked.
"Smart jellies." Hermione replied.
The hall seemed to be clear now; she walked over to Draco, who was speaking to another prefect. "All done?"
"Done." Draco looked tired. "If being a Head boy is like this, I think I'm going to crawl a cauldron and die."
"Its not that bad, Mr Malfoy." Dumbledore said, chuckling as he walked over.
Malfoy blushed. "Professor- I didn't mean to-"
"Its all right. The job as a Head Boy is pretty trying at times, but it can be very rewarding too." Dumbledore said, leading the two out through the halls and into a big hall, which they never had been into.
A picture of a girl and a boy waved cheerily at them, "who are you?" the girl asked, "this year's torturers?"
"Hardly." Hermione smiled, "we're the ones been tortured."
"You two can set the password for this. What do you want the password to be?" Dumbledore asked.
"What do you want?" Hermione asked Draco.
"Whatever."
"Then the password can be 'whatever' then!" Dumbledore looked positively delighted at the thought.
The picture swung open to reveal a beautiful room with a big, wide balcony that overlooked the lake.
There was a fireplace and a few comfy looking chairs, as well as a small coffee table; there were pictures of Hermione and Draco on both sides of the walls.
"Wow!" Hermione gasped.
"There is also a library here." Dumbledore led them to the next room, where there were shelves and shelves of neatly lined books. "You can always contribute to this library, by adding your own books. This one was donated by Percy Weasley." Dumbledore took out a book, showing them a label.
Draco snorted.
Hermione glared at him.
"There is also a kitchen. just tell the larder what you want." Dumbledore walked inside the kitchen, opening the larder. "Chocolate Éclairs!" He said clearly.
Instantly, a plate of chocolate éclairs appeared.
"It is as simple as that." Dumbledore took a bit out of the éclair. "It tastes very nice." He offered the plate to Hermione and Draco, who each took one.
"The last thing is your room." Dumbledore led them back into the common room, straight to their own portraits.
"This- I believe is your quarters, Ms Granger." Dumbledore led her to the picture.
"Hey!" Hermione said, not liking it.
"Hey back!" Shot her portrait, fluffing her hair. "D'you think I WANT to be here?"
"Tell your portrait what you want the password to be." Dumbledore instructed.
"Horrible portrait." Hermione told the picture clearly.
Her picture scowled, but flung itself open.
Hermione stepped in, marvelling her surroundings.
There was a study, equipped with rainbow inks, quills and parchment, as well as a big chair tucked into the desk. There were beautiful pictures of scenes around the school. Harry, catching the Snitch in 6th year, making another triumphant win for Gryffindor, Pig flying above the school banisters, with giggly first and second years cooing about how cute he looked.
Hermione shut her eyes. There would be so many memories when she left Hogwarts. "Mooning?" Draco asked.
"How did you get in?" Hermione demanded, whirling around.
Draco was observing the picture of Harry sceptically. "Your portrait let me."
"When I talk to her." Hermione fumed.
"Dumbledore already did. He's left."
"How's yours?"
"Similar to yours. except its green and silver, your's is crimson and gold. House colours plus the pictures may be different."
Hermione nodded, "what would it be like if I put a crystal vase here?" she asked, gesturing to the mantel.
A crystal vase appeared.
"Wow! I could get use to this!" Hermione said, picking up the vase.
"Want to go and have a cup of hot chocolate, Granger?"
"Sure."
They went outside, going to the kitchen. "Hot chocolate with marshmallows." Draco said loudly after he opened the larder. "Make that two."
Two cups of hot chocolate with marshmallows appeared.
"Nice service." Hermione said wryly, "thanks." Undoubtly, house elves had something to do with it.
Hermione had tried to set up a campaign to help house elves in the 4th year, but they never did seem to accept what she did. In the end, she couldn't be bothered.
Carefully, Draco lifted the two cups and carried it to the coffee table.
"So, what do you think of the new boy, Josselien?" Draco asked.
"He's OK."
Draco winced. "You must be thinking something."
Hermione stuck out her tongue. "You want to know because?"
"Granger, can you go out with me?"
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End of chapter! Whew! That was pretty long! Hope u enjoy it, cause I liked writing it.
Wev
P.S. Please review *puts on puppy dog look*
Thanks to all the people who reviewed!
Its not my fault my paragraphing stuffed for the first chapter (I pressed return 4 times at the end of every paragraph!)
Anyway.
Back to the story
Disclaimer: None of this stuff belongs to me, it belongs entirely to J.K.R and Mel Rawn!
Chapter 2 ~
"Josselien Mikeliene!" (Is this spelt wrong?) Professor McGonagall called out.
The hall fell silent. Every single female held her breath.
Josselien slipped the hat on his head.
Hermione looked away. Joss even looked good UNDER the horrible, dirty thing. She bit her lip.
Malfoy caught her eye, then mimed swooning.
Hermione glared at him.
"PREFECT!"
No one breathed, except for Malfoy, who snorted.
McGonagall looked lost for words. "Try it again, dear."
"GRYFFINDOR PREFECT!" The hat shouted.
"Make that Gryffindor." McGonagall muttered.
Joss shrugged, then made his way to the Gryffindor table, which was right next to the Prefect table. He chose the end seat, far away from everyone else, but close to the Prefect table.
Immediately, a few girls rose and scampered to sit next to him.
"That's the end of the sorting ceremony, I believe." Dumbledore rose, "may I introduce the new Head Girl and Head Boy. Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger."
Draco, (did I mention he was sitting NEXT to Hermione?) tugged Hermione up, "just enjoy this. 7th year, remember?"
"Everyone's been telling me that today." Hermione grumbled. "First Harry and Ron. THEN you."
Draco grinned, dragging Hermione down.
"Other than that, I only have one more word to say. EAT!" Dumbledore beamed at everyone.
Food magically appeared on the plates.
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A.N: I'm on the verge of hysteria. Should I make Krum a wraith, like Desse to Cailet? (In other words, Krum is always with Hermione where ever, whenever.) Help me! Somebody!
~
Hermione spooned several baby potatoes to her plate, "pass the gravy."
Padma passed the gravy. "What did you do in the holidays, Mione?"
Hermione sighed, her appetite suddenly decreased. "I went to Krum's funeral."
Padma spat out her mouthful of peas onto a napkin. "Sorry." She choked. "I didn't-"
"It doesn't matter, Padma. It wasn't your fault." Hermione said softly, pouring gravy on her potatoes and starting to cut them up.
"So. was it um. nice?" Padma asked, "not that um, a ."
"It was a pretty grandeur affair. All his Quidditch team was there, there were some famous movie stars, the Bulgarian Minister of Magic." Draco swallowed his mouthful of chicken. "Even I was there!"
"You were?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah. It was all in Bulgarian, but you did a translating spell, right? You were GLOWING."
"I ate translanguil weed." Hermione said, grimacing. "It can let you understand and speak any language for 1 hour."
"That was why you were chewing."
Hermione glowered at him.
Draco gave her an innocent look. "I heard the Bulgarian Minister of Magic make a light little comment about your manners."
"Was it impressive?" Padma wanted to know.
"Very." Hermione said gloomily, wishing they would change the subject.
"Look at poor Josselien." Giggled Padma, who sensed Hermione's uncomfortable look.
Hermione peeked at Joss, who was utterly, surrounded by swooning females.
"Well, he looks like he's enjoying himself." Hermione managed, trying not to crack up.
"Look at Pansy." Draco had a particular annoyance for Pansy since they broke up in 4th year.
Pansy was clinging on Joss, like a baby koala clutching its mother.
Joss seemed to have a nasty streak as well. He 'accidentally' spilt some stew over the heads of his admirers, feigning shock.
His crowd slowly dispersed.
Just then, someone whispered an incantation.
A plume of green smoke filled the air. Draco and Hermione jumped up, recognising the curse instantly.
"People, move back!" Shouted Draco, advancing on the Slytherin table, where the smoke seemed to be coming from.
"People, MOVE! Head Girl coming through!" Hermione yelled. The crowd parted quickly, allowing her to see the source of the trouble.
A second year Slytherin lay crouched on the seat, as another 2nd year held a wand, grinning triumphantly.
Hermione scowled. "As Head Girl, I am going to take 20-"
She never got to finish her speech.
The crouching 2nd year stood up, a green light flooding out of his eyes.
"MOVE! GRANGER!" Yelled Draco.
"Why?"
"He heard you were the damn Head Girl! BUDGE!"
"What?"
"That curse makes the person insane- and he attacks the first person he sees- which was YOU!"
Hermione froze in the motion of reaching for her wand.
"Granger!"
She was as frozen as a statue, not even blinking as the Slytherin advanced.
The boy attacked, coming at full run at Hermione
Someone pushed her away.
It was Joss.
He tackled the boy, pinning him to the ground, taking out his wand. "Stupefy!"
Hermione stared at him. "Thanks."
Joss whispered a spell to bind the boy up with ropes. "Just duty." He said, tucking his wand back into his pocket.
"Are you all right, Granger?" Draco asked, putting an arm around her shoulders and leading her away.
"Yeah, just a bit shaken." Hermione tried to smile, but failed. "I'm OK, really." She ducked under, freeing her from Draco's grasp. "I need to talk to Josselien."
Draco shrugged, heading back to his chair.
The teachers were dispersing the crowd, McGonagall was speaking to Joss, from his smile, he was being rewarded house points.
When Joss was dismissed, Hermione hurried over. "Thanks, again. I totally lost it out there."
Joss gave her a half smile, "that's OK."
"You know, back there, when you said it was 'duty' what did you mean?" Hermione asked.
"Duty to the Head Girl, as she is a Gryffindor and I am a Gryffindor." Joss looked serious.
Hermione shook her head. "It isn't that important here, you know."
"It is important to me. If you ever need anything."
"Thanks, Josselien. I appreciate it."
They returned back to their seats, still uncomfortable.
Draco sent her question marks. "What were you talking about?"
Hermione shook her head, smiling. "Duty."
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"Gryffindor first years! Follow me!" Shouted Colin Creevy, who was a 6th year prefect.
"'Scuse me, Hermione, what's the Ravenclaw password?" A new Ravenclaw prefect asked.
"Smart jellies." Hermione replied.
The hall seemed to be clear now; she walked over to Draco, who was speaking to another prefect. "All done?"
"Done." Draco looked tired. "If being a Head boy is like this, I think I'm going to crawl a cauldron and die."
"Its not that bad, Mr Malfoy." Dumbledore said, chuckling as he walked over.
Malfoy blushed. "Professor- I didn't mean to-"
"Its all right. The job as a Head Boy is pretty trying at times, but it can be very rewarding too." Dumbledore said, leading the two out through the halls and into a big hall, which they never had been into.
A picture of a girl and a boy waved cheerily at them, "who are you?" the girl asked, "this year's torturers?"
"Hardly." Hermione smiled, "we're the ones been tortured."
"You two can set the password for this. What do you want the password to be?" Dumbledore asked.
"What do you want?" Hermione asked Draco.
"Whatever."
"Then the password can be 'whatever' then!" Dumbledore looked positively delighted at the thought.
The picture swung open to reveal a beautiful room with a big, wide balcony that overlooked the lake.
There was a fireplace and a few comfy looking chairs, as well as a small coffee table; there were pictures of Hermione and Draco on both sides of the walls.
"Wow!" Hermione gasped.
"There is also a library here." Dumbledore led them to the next room, where there were shelves and shelves of neatly lined books. "You can always contribute to this library, by adding your own books. This one was donated by Percy Weasley." Dumbledore took out a book, showing them a label.
Draco snorted.
Hermione glared at him.
"There is also a kitchen. just tell the larder what you want." Dumbledore walked inside the kitchen, opening the larder. "Chocolate Éclairs!" He said clearly.
Instantly, a plate of chocolate éclairs appeared.
"It is as simple as that." Dumbledore took a bit out of the éclair. "It tastes very nice." He offered the plate to Hermione and Draco, who each took one.
"The last thing is your room." Dumbledore led them back into the common room, straight to their own portraits.
"This- I believe is your quarters, Ms Granger." Dumbledore led her to the picture.
"Hey!" Hermione said, not liking it.
"Hey back!" Shot her portrait, fluffing her hair. "D'you think I WANT to be here?"
"Tell your portrait what you want the password to be." Dumbledore instructed.
"Horrible portrait." Hermione told the picture clearly.
Her picture scowled, but flung itself open.
Hermione stepped in, marvelling her surroundings.
There was a study, equipped with rainbow inks, quills and parchment, as well as a big chair tucked into the desk. There were beautiful pictures of scenes around the school. Harry, catching the Snitch in 6th year, making another triumphant win for Gryffindor, Pig flying above the school banisters, with giggly first and second years cooing about how cute he looked.
Hermione shut her eyes. There would be so many memories when she left Hogwarts. "Mooning?" Draco asked.
"How did you get in?" Hermione demanded, whirling around.
Draco was observing the picture of Harry sceptically. "Your portrait let me."
"When I talk to her." Hermione fumed.
"Dumbledore already did. He's left."
"How's yours?"
"Similar to yours. except its green and silver, your's is crimson and gold. House colours plus the pictures may be different."
Hermione nodded, "what would it be like if I put a crystal vase here?" she asked, gesturing to the mantel.
A crystal vase appeared.
"Wow! I could get use to this!" Hermione said, picking up the vase.
"Want to go and have a cup of hot chocolate, Granger?"
"Sure."
They went outside, going to the kitchen. "Hot chocolate with marshmallows." Draco said loudly after he opened the larder. "Make that two."
Two cups of hot chocolate with marshmallows appeared.
"Nice service." Hermione said wryly, "thanks." Undoubtly, house elves had something to do with it.
Hermione had tried to set up a campaign to help house elves in the 4th year, but they never did seem to accept what she did. In the end, she couldn't be bothered.
Carefully, Draco lifted the two cups and carried it to the coffee table.
"So, what do you think of the new boy, Josselien?" Draco asked.
"He's OK."
Draco winced. "You must be thinking something."
Hermione stuck out her tongue. "You want to know because?"
"Granger, can you go out with me?"
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End of chapter! Whew! That was pretty long! Hope u enjoy it, cause I liked writing it.
Wev
P.S. Please review *puts on puppy dog look*