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And now, without further ado.
A Mysterious Malfoy Occurrence
Chapter 3
After I got into the library, I took went to show Madam Pince my note from Professor Snape saying I could look in the restricted section for information on tracking charms (so yes, the note was forged, but hey, it was convincible). After looking me over, she finally led me over to the restricted section and unlocked the door. She told me I had 30 minutes until the library closed for the night, and that I should make it snappy. I agreed and got to work looking for what I needed.
After 20 minutes of searching for titles, I heard the library door open, and looked out the windows of the restricted section. Hermione Granger walked through the doors and showed Madam Pince a note. Madam Pince led her to the back of the library, and opened the door one more time into the restricted section. I ignored Granger, and continued looking for the information.
When Pince had left, Granger turned to me. "Draco, about the other night-"
"Look," I said, "I don't want to talk about it."
"Well, I need to talk about it. That wasn't what you probably think it was."
"And how do you know what I think?"
"I don't, I just, and you're getting off the subject." She glared at me.
"Fine, if you want to talk about it, you can tell me what's going on, and what Dumbledore's plan is or whatever."
"But I can't, I promised not to."
"Then leave me alone, I'm going to find out what it is, no matter if you help me or not, and right now, your best bet would be to leave me alone."
"Fine," she replied, and turned on her heel and stomped out.
Girls, more like an aggravation if you ask me. So I kept looking for my book, and finally found a section that looked promising in Ponere Vir and took it to Madam Pince to take it back to the dormitory for reading.
When I got up to my room, (I'm a prefect, so I get my own room, instead of having to share with the other boys) I sat on my bed and opened the book.
About 75 years ago, during the dark days of the evil wizard Grindelwald, the Light Side developed a spell that could track the enemy's movements and thoughts. When properly administered (through the mouth) the pill involved will read the subject's thoughts, as well as tracking their whereabouts. The pill takes quite a long time to prepare, and must be placed exactly one week before the full moon.
I looked out the window at the moon's reflection in the lake. It was full. One week ago had been the night Granger had snuck in. I had to find a way to take off the spell. I scanned the rest of the page, until I found something that might help me.
The pill wears off after the following new moon, unless the subject drinks the continuation draft at least three days preceding the new moon.
This wasn't what I needed either. This only told me how the pill could be made and used. I needed to know how the "subject" could get rid of the pill. I flipped the page to see what else I could find, and out fell a note written in a neat handwriting.
Draco, I do hope you are the only one who finds this note. I assume you have found this book to figure out what we have done to you. Well, I told you I couldn't very well tell you what was going on, but I suppose I could help you by at least telling you where to look to find more information. Please meet me in the library at 10:30 pm on the night you find this letter. I can help you, for a price.
~Hermione Granger
I was shocked. Granger, bushy-haired, beaver-toothed Granger wanted to help me, the boy who had teased her ever since she we had met. It was strange, but I opened my trunk and took out my invisibility cloak.
Ten minutes later, at 10:25, I was outside the library. I opened the doors as quietly as I could and sat down at one of the tables. When the doors opened for a second time, no one appeared to be there, but then a hand came out of nowhere and removed a silver cloak. Granger looked around, and didn't see me (obviously, since I was still wearing my own cloak) so she sat down at the table next to mine.
"Hello, Granger." I said as I took off my own cloak. She jumped, not expecting me to be there yet. "Malfoys are always on time."
"I'm surprised you turned up at all. I was expecting you to be too stuck up to come."
"Well, I'm here, and now I'm regretting it, so you'd better tell me what you can."
"Alright, but I want to talk to you about last week first."
"I've told you already, all I want to hear about last week is how do reverse what happened, and forget about everything that happened."
"I can tell you how to reverse it, but you won't be able to forget it. But that's not the only reason you're here. I've been wanting to say something for awhile now." Granger then leaned over the table and kissed me on the cheek.
I pulled away in a hurry. "Granger, what the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Sorry," she said, "I've been wanting to tell you for the longest time, I've just never been able to."
"Sorry my ass Granger. The next time you even come near me, you'll pay for it. Now if you don't tell me right now what's going on, I'll-" but I didn't get to finish my sentence. Granger had fled the scene, apparently in tears. My God, talk about curve balls.
And now, without further ado.
A Mysterious Malfoy Occurrence
Chapter 3
After I got into the library, I took went to show Madam Pince my note from Professor Snape saying I could look in the restricted section for information on tracking charms (so yes, the note was forged, but hey, it was convincible). After looking me over, she finally led me over to the restricted section and unlocked the door. She told me I had 30 minutes until the library closed for the night, and that I should make it snappy. I agreed and got to work looking for what I needed.
After 20 minutes of searching for titles, I heard the library door open, and looked out the windows of the restricted section. Hermione Granger walked through the doors and showed Madam Pince a note. Madam Pince led her to the back of the library, and opened the door one more time into the restricted section. I ignored Granger, and continued looking for the information.
When Pince had left, Granger turned to me. "Draco, about the other night-"
"Look," I said, "I don't want to talk about it."
"Well, I need to talk about it. That wasn't what you probably think it was."
"And how do you know what I think?"
"I don't, I just, and you're getting off the subject." She glared at me.
"Fine, if you want to talk about it, you can tell me what's going on, and what Dumbledore's plan is or whatever."
"But I can't, I promised not to."
"Then leave me alone, I'm going to find out what it is, no matter if you help me or not, and right now, your best bet would be to leave me alone."
"Fine," she replied, and turned on her heel and stomped out.
Girls, more like an aggravation if you ask me. So I kept looking for my book, and finally found a section that looked promising in Ponere Vir and took it to Madam Pince to take it back to the dormitory for reading.
When I got up to my room, (I'm a prefect, so I get my own room, instead of having to share with the other boys) I sat on my bed and opened the book.
About 75 years ago, during the dark days of the evil wizard Grindelwald, the Light Side developed a spell that could track the enemy's movements and thoughts. When properly administered (through the mouth) the pill involved will read the subject's thoughts, as well as tracking their whereabouts. The pill takes quite a long time to prepare, and must be placed exactly one week before the full moon.
I looked out the window at the moon's reflection in the lake. It was full. One week ago had been the night Granger had snuck in. I had to find a way to take off the spell. I scanned the rest of the page, until I found something that might help me.
The pill wears off after the following new moon, unless the subject drinks the continuation draft at least three days preceding the new moon.
This wasn't what I needed either. This only told me how the pill could be made and used. I needed to know how the "subject" could get rid of the pill. I flipped the page to see what else I could find, and out fell a note written in a neat handwriting.
Draco, I do hope you are the only one who finds this note. I assume you have found this book to figure out what we have done to you. Well, I told you I couldn't very well tell you what was going on, but I suppose I could help you by at least telling you where to look to find more information. Please meet me in the library at 10:30 pm on the night you find this letter. I can help you, for a price.
~Hermione Granger
I was shocked. Granger, bushy-haired, beaver-toothed Granger wanted to help me, the boy who had teased her ever since she we had met. It was strange, but I opened my trunk and took out my invisibility cloak.
Ten minutes later, at 10:25, I was outside the library. I opened the doors as quietly as I could and sat down at one of the tables. When the doors opened for a second time, no one appeared to be there, but then a hand came out of nowhere and removed a silver cloak. Granger looked around, and didn't see me (obviously, since I was still wearing my own cloak) so she sat down at the table next to mine.
"Hello, Granger." I said as I took off my own cloak. She jumped, not expecting me to be there yet. "Malfoys are always on time."
"I'm surprised you turned up at all. I was expecting you to be too stuck up to come."
"Well, I'm here, and now I'm regretting it, so you'd better tell me what you can."
"Alright, but I want to talk to you about last week first."
"I've told you already, all I want to hear about last week is how do reverse what happened, and forget about everything that happened."
"I can tell you how to reverse it, but you won't be able to forget it. But that's not the only reason you're here. I've been wanting to say something for awhile now." Granger then leaned over the table and kissed me on the cheek.
I pulled away in a hurry. "Granger, what the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Sorry," she said, "I've been wanting to tell you for the longest time, I've just never been able to."
"Sorry my ass Granger. The next time you even come near me, you'll pay for it. Now if you don't tell me right now what's going on, I'll-" but I didn't get to finish my sentence. Granger had fled the scene, apparently in tears. My God, talk about curve balls.