How many fanfics am I writing now? Umm.. 5?
Anyway... I AM going to continue this fanfic, but the updates are gonna be awfully slow, cause I have 4 other fanfics to finish!
I've got a new policy thingie (don't I love my policies?) if I get more feedback, I'll update quicker- if I get no feedback, I won't update (and the story is possibly going to end up in the trashcan)
Also, the last chapter totally, completely sucked... Even I admit it...
Ok!
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Two's Company (I decided to shorten it. I LOVE Charlton Hill!)
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Chapter 2
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Suddenly, the blankness shifted to form a classroom.
Hermione sucked in her breath. Instinctively, she backed into Harry, who gripped her tightly.
"Merlin, Mione. Don't tell me it is going to be.." Ron looked like he was about to laugh.
Instantly, they were all seated, and Professor McGonagall was handing them back- tests?
As soon as she approached Hermione, Professor McGonagall suddenly changed into Professor Binns.
"You failed this test, Ms Greener," Binns said in a dry, wheezy voice.
Hermione's jaw dropped. She began to scream.
It was no laughing situation, particularly as the test paper began to grow bigger and bigger- dripping thick, viscous blood all over her hands, staining it with a scarlet, metallic red.
Not only that, but Binns too, was changing.
From ghost, to ghoul- to something that couldn't even be pictured in storybooks.
All the text books that lay stacked against the walls began swell, with a life of its own. The books stood up, marching slowly and steadily to Hermione.
The papers were coiling into a thick curl, the seats began to sag and grow sharp thorns.
They all leapt out of their seats and started to bolt for the door.
Hermione felt for the handle, but it was gone.
The ghoul Binns was looming closer, waving the blood dripping test paper at her.
Backing to the door, she suddenly found herself hurtling back much further than was possible.
Looking around, she found that Binns was gone. She was alone, in a room.
The room..
Sucking in a breath, Hermione bit her lip, gazing fearfully around her.
The walls composed of enlarged copies of the O.W.Ls.
In real life, Hermione had actually done pretty well in the O.W.Ls, topping the nation by 5.5%.
In this world, however, Hermione had done so badly.
Too badly.
20%, Hermione read. The paper had Hermione's writing, Hermione's name on top of the sheet..
Swaying slightly, eyes blurring, she looked dizzily around her.
Red crosses were slashed vividly on each question. There were hardly any ticks.
½ out of 3. 4 out of 10.. CROSS CROSS CROSS. THE ANSWER WASN'T THAT!
"You've failed your examination, Ms Granger..." A voice whispered- Professor Sprout!
"You got approximately 13% of your paper right, Ms Granger," came the harsh, disapproving voice of Professor McGonagall.
Suddenly, everything faded again. The test papers were gone.
She was in the classroom again.
The Potion's classroom, to be specific- a very cold, classroom, made of stone.
All the captive, preserved animals in the jars looked eerie from where she was sitting. A rat lay suspended in a green liquid, eyes deadened. Body green- green as grass, green as Harry's eyes...
Green.
Suddenly, a burst of chatter surrounded her. Harry's voice boomed into her ears.
"What do you think, Parv?" He was saying, giving the pretty brunette a sexy wink. "Definitely world class material, hey?"
Parvati gave a flirtatious smile back, fluttering her lashes. "Oh, Harry- it's WONDERFUL," she whispered.
She remembered this.
It was back when Krum was alive. When Harry had been school playboy.
Harry gave Parvati a smile- the sort of smile that he gave Hermione for show. The I-want-to-get-in-bed-with-you-NOW look, the one that was sexy, seductive. Irresistible.
Hermione, from her seat, gave Harry a chastising look, which he completely ignored.
Oooooh. He was a player, all right.
Just then, Snape swept in.
In his hand, were test papers.
Silently, he began handing the out the papers. Calling each student one by one.
"Harry Potter.. Ron Weasley... Blaise Zabini... Pansy Parkinson... Neville Longbottom... Hermione Granger.."
Hermione received hers with shaking hands. It was the most important test of the year. It counted for 60 % of the over all mark for the end of the year report, which eventually would led to the O.W.Ls. And one HAD to get a decent mark for the O.W.Ls if they-
Catching a sight of her mark, she gasped, feeling as if someone had kicked her in the stomach.
It said 99.
Closing her eyes, swaying a little, she blinked back tears.
99. Out of 100..
It was the worst score she had ever gotten in her whole life.
Even beating the 99.85 that she had gotten in year 4.
"Hey, Mione, what's wrong?" Harry asked, looking at her with a sweet, compassionate expression on his face.
Shaking her head, she lowered her chin to her desk, crying softly.
"Aw, Mione," Harry said, sitting next to her. "Come on, Mione. Confess. It'll make you feel better."
She just sniffed, then pushed her test paper towards him, letting him see her terrible mark.
Harry took one look at it.
His expression froze.
Hermione gave a tiny smile, expecting something sympathetic from him.
He laughed.
Spluttering, she yanked herself away.
Suddenly, she realized what was going on. She was still in Malfoy's game, damn it!
This had never happened.
Hermione had in fact, passed Potions with 1 point EXTRA because she answered a bonus question from that very test paper.
The Harry-Look-Alike was still laughing.
Stalking out of the room, Hermione was just about to fling open the door when she felt someone behind her.
Whirling back, she found that the room had faded away, and she was looking into the cold, icy blue eyes of Draco Malfoy.
Hermione saw the door- and she opened it- and fell.
Right into Harry's arms..
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Meanwhile, the others had been stuck in a cold, white room for AGES.
Everything was oh-so-boring.
Parvati and Neville were huddled together. Parvati had her head on Neville's shoulder. They were a sweet picture.
Meanwhile, Ron was pacing around, giving Lavender death glares as Lavender continually tried to kick down the wars, using some weird kung fu thing.
Needless to say, it didn't work.
Of course, no one was prepared when Hermione just suddenly dropped out of the ceiling- right on top of Harry.
Luckily, Harry caught her just in time.
"Umph," Hermione muttered, wriggling out of his grasp.
Harry loosened his hold, trying to look directly into her eyes. "Mione, are you all right?" he asked softly.
Nodding, Hermione turned her head, so her face was muffled in his shoulder.
"Good," Harry rested his chin on top of her head. "Now we have to try and get out of here."
"It's a white room, damn it," Parvati said, irritated. "Have you seen Lav try to kick down the walls?"
"I saw, alright," Ron muttered. "Freak."
"Bastard," Lavender responded, stepping back from the wall, utterly defeated.
"This is stupid," Ginny said quietly. "Why can't we get out of here? I don't think that guy would put us in here if we can't get out.."
Just then, the room seemed to revolve around.
In fact, it didn't seem to stop.
There were test papers flying around everywhere. Test papers with Hermione's writing, and big fat crosses everywhere.
"What are we meant to do?" Ron yelled above the rustle of millions of papers.
Hermione stirred, turning her face up towards the flying papers.
She knew what she had to do..
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Harry saw Hermione tilt her face up to the papers. A knowing expression past over her face, followed by one of recognition.
"Harry," she whispered, her voice barely audible in the din.
"What?"
"See those broomsticks?"
"Um hmm?"
"Get on one. NOW."
"And.."
"You have to find a particular test paper, one that is different from all the others- and you have to give it to me." Hermione said.
Harry suddenly remembered as well. First year, the Philosopher's Stone.
It had been one of McGonagalls' wards.
Striding over to the pile of broomsticks, Harry mounted one- or tried to- but failed utterly.
Hermione realized that she had to be the one who was to find the right test paper. Sighing, (she hated heights) she mounted her broom, kicked off the ground, and began scanning through the many test papers that whooshed past her.
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OK. Have to end it there.. Or I'll never get to update again!
That was a cliffie, I think!
Anyways. I hope you liked the fic~!
Remember: More feedback=faster updates!
Sk
Anyway... I AM going to continue this fanfic, but the updates are gonna be awfully slow, cause I have 4 other fanfics to finish!
I've got a new policy thingie (don't I love my policies?) if I get more feedback, I'll update quicker- if I get no feedback, I won't update (and the story is possibly going to end up in the trashcan)
Also, the last chapter totally, completely sucked... Even I admit it...
Ok!
~*~*~*~
Two's Company (I decided to shorten it. I LOVE Charlton Hill!)
~*~*~*~
Chapter 2
~*~*~*~
Suddenly, the blankness shifted to form a classroom.
Hermione sucked in her breath. Instinctively, she backed into Harry, who gripped her tightly.
"Merlin, Mione. Don't tell me it is going to be.." Ron looked like he was about to laugh.
Instantly, they were all seated, and Professor McGonagall was handing them back- tests?
As soon as she approached Hermione, Professor McGonagall suddenly changed into Professor Binns.
"You failed this test, Ms Greener," Binns said in a dry, wheezy voice.
Hermione's jaw dropped. She began to scream.
It was no laughing situation, particularly as the test paper began to grow bigger and bigger- dripping thick, viscous blood all over her hands, staining it with a scarlet, metallic red.
Not only that, but Binns too, was changing.
From ghost, to ghoul- to something that couldn't even be pictured in storybooks.
All the text books that lay stacked against the walls began swell, with a life of its own. The books stood up, marching slowly and steadily to Hermione.
The papers were coiling into a thick curl, the seats began to sag and grow sharp thorns.
They all leapt out of their seats and started to bolt for the door.
Hermione felt for the handle, but it was gone.
The ghoul Binns was looming closer, waving the blood dripping test paper at her.
Backing to the door, she suddenly found herself hurtling back much further than was possible.
Looking around, she found that Binns was gone. She was alone, in a room.
The room..
Sucking in a breath, Hermione bit her lip, gazing fearfully around her.
The walls composed of enlarged copies of the O.W.Ls.
In real life, Hermione had actually done pretty well in the O.W.Ls, topping the nation by 5.5%.
In this world, however, Hermione had done so badly.
Too badly.
20%, Hermione read. The paper had Hermione's writing, Hermione's name on top of the sheet..
Swaying slightly, eyes blurring, she looked dizzily around her.
Red crosses were slashed vividly on each question. There were hardly any ticks.
½ out of 3. 4 out of 10.. CROSS CROSS CROSS. THE ANSWER WASN'T THAT!
"You've failed your examination, Ms Granger..." A voice whispered- Professor Sprout!
"You got approximately 13% of your paper right, Ms Granger," came the harsh, disapproving voice of Professor McGonagall.
Suddenly, everything faded again. The test papers were gone.
She was in the classroom again.
The Potion's classroom, to be specific- a very cold, classroom, made of stone.
All the captive, preserved animals in the jars looked eerie from where she was sitting. A rat lay suspended in a green liquid, eyes deadened. Body green- green as grass, green as Harry's eyes...
Green.
Suddenly, a burst of chatter surrounded her. Harry's voice boomed into her ears.
"What do you think, Parv?" He was saying, giving the pretty brunette a sexy wink. "Definitely world class material, hey?"
Parvati gave a flirtatious smile back, fluttering her lashes. "Oh, Harry- it's WONDERFUL," she whispered.
She remembered this.
It was back when Krum was alive. When Harry had been school playboy.
Harry gave Parvati a smile- the sort of smile that he gave Hermione for show. The I-want-to-get-in-bed-with-you-NOW look, the one that was sexy, seductive. Irresistible.
Hermione, from her seat, gave Harry a chastising look, which he completely ignored.
Oooooh. He was a player, all right.
Just then, Snape swept in.
In his hand, were test papers.
Silently, he began handing the out the papers. Calling each student one by one.
"Harry Potter.. Ron Weasley... Blaise Zabini... Pansy Parkinson... Neville Longbottom... Hermione Granger.."
Hermione received hers with shaking hands. It was the most important test of the year. It counted for 60 % of the over all mark for the end of the year report, which eventually would led to the O.W.Ls. And one HAD to get a decent mark for the O.W.Ls if they-
Catching a sight of her mark, she gasped, feeling as if someone had kicked her in the stomach.
It said 99.
Closing her eyes, swaying a little, she blinked back tears.
99. Out of 100..
It was the worst score she had ever gotten in her whole life.
Even beating the 99.85 that she had gotten in year 4.
"Hey, Mione, what's wrong?" Harry asked, looking at her with a sweet, compassionate expression on his face.
Shaking her head, she lowered her chin to her desk, crying softly.
"Aw, Mione," Harry said, sitting next to her. "Come on, Mione. Confess. It'll make you feel better."
She just sniffed, then pushed her test paper towards him, letting him see her terrible mark.
Harry took one look at it.
His expression froze.
Hermione gave a tiny smile, expecting something sympathetic from him.
He laughed.
Spluttering, she yanked herself away.
Suddenly, she realized what was going on. She was still in Malfoy's game, damn it!
This had never happened.
Hermione had in fact, passed Potions with 1 point EXTRA because she answered a bonus question from that very test paper.
The Harry-Look-Alike was still laughing.
Stalking out of the room, Hermione was just about to fling open the door when she felt someone behind her.
Whirling back, she found that the room had faded away, and she was looking into the cold, icy blue eyes of Draco Malfoy.
Hermione saw the door- and she opened it- and fell.
Right into Harry's arms..
~*~*~*~
Meanwhile, the others had been stuck in a cold, white room for AGES.
Everything was oh-so-boring.
Parvati and Neville were huddled together. Parvati had her head on Neville's shoulder. They were a sweet picture.
Meanwhile, Ron was pacing around, giving Lavender death glares as Lavender continually tried to kick down the wars, using some weird kung fu thing.
Needless to say, it didn't work.
Of course, no one was prepared when Hermione just suddenly dropped out of the ceiling- right on top of Harry.
Luckily, Harry caught her just in time.
"Umph," Hermione muttered, wriggling out of his grasp.
Harry loosened his hold, trying to look directly into her eyes. "Mione, are you all right?" he asked softly.
Nodding, Hermione turned her head, so her face was muffled in his shoulder.
"Good," Harry rested his chin on top of her head. "Now we have to try and get out of here."
"It's a white room, damn it," Parvati said, irritated. "Have you seen Lav try to kick down the walls?"
"I saw, alright," Ron muttered. "Freak."
"Bastard," Lavender responded, stepping back from the wall, utterly defeated.
"This is stupid," Ginny said quietly. "Why can't we get out of here? I don't think that guy would put us in here if we can't get out.."
Just then, the room seemed to revolve around.
In fact, it didn't seem to stop.
There were test papers flying around everywhere. Test papers with Hermione's writing, and big fat crosses everywhere.
"What are we meant to do?" Ron yelled above the rustle of millions of papers.
Hermione stirred, turning her face up towards the flying papers.
She knew what she had to do..
~*~*~*~
Harry saw Hermione tilt her face up to the papers. A knowing expression past over her face, followed by one of recognition.
"Harry," she whispered, her voice barely audible in the din.
"What?"
"See those broomsticks?"
"Um hmm?"
"Get on one. NOW."
"And.."
"You have to find a particular test paper, one that is different from all the others- and you have to give it to me." Hermione said.
Harry suddenly remembered as well. First year, the Philosopher's Stone.
It had been one of McGonagalls' wards.
Striding over to the pile of broomsticks, Harry mounted one- or tried to- but failed utterly.
Hermione realized that she had to be the one who was to find the right test paper. Sighing, (she hated heights) she mounted her broom, kicked off the ground, and began scanning through the many test papers that whooshed past her.
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OK. Have to end it there.. Or I'll never get to update again!
That was a cliffie, I think!
Anyways. I hope you liked the fic~!
Remember: More feedback=faster updates!
Sk