Harry Potter Fanfiction
Chapter Two: A New Admirer and Bitter Sweet Peace
The sorting hat was a success! Griffindor had the most first years placed in it and Slytherin following close behind.
Harry was smirking at Draco when a little girl ran up to them. She was a fellow Griffindor and seemed very perky and excited about something or other. "Is this where Harry Potter sits?" she squeaked.
"I'm Harry Potter! Oh no! You haven't been talking to Colin, have you?"
"Colin? Oh no! I don't even know who that is! I'm looking for Hermione Granger!"
"Oh." Harry replied mournfully, "She's right here." He pointed to Hermione and Ron who was sitting across from him. Never had it been that Hermione got the attention instead of him. Actually, he realized he didn't like it that much.
"Oh, hello. Who are you?" Hermione asked curiously.
"My name is Samantha and I just wanted to tell you how big of a fan I am of yours! I mean, I've never met a witch or wizard as smart as you!"
"Well, thank you, I guess."
"Oh honey," Ron said touching the tip of Hermione's nose, "She likes you! You have fans! You should have your own fan club! I mean, it used to be just our Harry here had fans!"
"True, well, if you ever need any help on homework, you can come to me!"
"Thank you! Thank you very much!" And with that, Samantha left.
"Well, what better way to say thank you for your appreciation than to tutor the girl? Real smooth 'Mione," Harry said sarcastically.
"Not everyone can be like the famous Harry Potter when talking to an admirer now can they?" She smiled back.
They continued on with their dinner and laughed while Hermione and Ron flirted CONSTANTLY with each other.
It was dessert time in the course of the feast when Harry, about to take a bite out of his Yorkshire pudding, looked over to the Slytherin table. There he saw the most peculiar sight. There, sitting next to Draco was a girl.and in fact was FLIRTING with her! The only thing was that this girl wasn't in the same year as them. Harry thought it very odd that Draco would be doing such a thing with a younger girl.
"So, Harry, are you looking forward to this year's Quidditch matches, I mean, you are the captain this year?" Ron questioned.
"Of course I am. I can't wait to beat Malfoy at his game. You know, he is the new captain for the Slytherin team also. I can't wait to beat his ass."
"Now, now Harry. Watch your language. We are around little ones now that we are back at school," Hermione pointed out.
"Yeah, whatever."
Harry went back to thinking about the odd behavior of Draco. Soon it was time to go to the common rooms.
Ron and Hermione walked hand in hand to the Griffindor common room, Hermione leading the pack. All of the sudden, a little girl scurried up behind Hermione.
"Miss Granger! Miss Granger! I want to sleep with you!"
Hermione was about to answer her when she heard a crack, a rumble, and a few screams. She quickly spun around to see one of the staircases moving.
'CRAP!' she thought. 'Great, what am I going to do?'
Then, the worst thing happened, the one she was on moved. Hermione started to fall but Ron grabbed her hand and pulled her up.
Unfortunately, the little admirer, Samantha, didn't grab fast enough. She fell down to the ground and Hermione heard a soft plop and a few cracks. Hermione screamed and turned to Ron.
"I have to get to her! Where is Neville? Neville? Neville?" She screamed. She ran up the stairs and ran back down another to get to the rest of the stranded Griffindors who didn't dare move another step.
She pushed through the crowd to where Neville was crouched in the middle of the crowd, rolled up in a ball, arms over his head that was between his knees.
"OI! NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM! GET UP NOW! YOU ARE A PREFECT AND WE HAVE A CRISIS!"
"I can't do it! I'm just bad luck! I can't help anyone, not even you! I'm sorry Hermione, but you'll have to find another prefect to help ya!" he replied, head still covered.
"Fine! Ron!" she yelled back to Ron who was on his way over to where she was. "Harry, Ron, I need you to get these students to the Griffindor common rooms and explain to them the usual thing.where the boys and girls common rooms are and so on and so forth. The password is Colletinimbus. Oh, and get Neville up to help you," then she turned to where pathetic Neville was, "Neville, everyone, including you, will be safe with these two. Now go with them."
The crowd of Griffindors left with the three boys and Hermione looked around for a solution.
"How about that prefect across the way? He looks strong," speculated a painting nearby that was of an Italian looking man with a goatee. "Malfoy. He is my only hope I guess. And it doesn't look like he's busy. I'm sure he'll help," she said to herself. "Malfoy! Draco Malfoy! Please help me!" She yelled across to him and started running towards him.
He stopped to let her get to him. When she reached him, she stuttered between breaths the news. "Stairs move.girl fell.Neville scared curse.need help.your help."
"What? I may be unkind but she didn't do anything to me yet and I don't know her so lets go save her. Where is she?"
Hermione held up on finger to tell Draco to wait a second. She was bent over at the waist, hands on her knees. Finally she caught her breath and she straightened again.
"This way," she said as she started to jog in the direction of the staircase she was originally on.
When she got there, she got down on her knees and motioned for Malfoy to do the same. Once he had also gotten on his knees, she pointed down to the girl who was sprawled on the floor in the most torturous looking position imaginable.
"She looks badly hurt," he commented.
"Nah, duh!" He glared at her for this comment but looked back down at the girl quickly. He looked up again at all of the staircases. Not one led down to that place.
"Okay, we need to know if that is a room with no doors. You know, there are rooms at Hogwarts with no doors. Those are the rooms that are for the ghosts." (AN: You know, the ghosts have to have a room to sleep, too!)
"Okay, yeah, I knew about those rooms. How are we going to find that out?"
Draco sat and thought for a second then stood up and, just as he had hoped, Hermione followed him by standing up also. He looked her up and down several times then looked at himself, judging his strength (AN: GOD THIS SOUNDS SO WRONG TO WRITE!)
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
"Do you trust me?"
"Trust you? I guess. It seems I have no trust."
"Okay, I want you to hold on to my hands, tight, and I'm going to lower you down so you can look to see if it's a room or a corridor. Do you trust me?"
She paused for a second. "I trust you."
"Hold on tight." He took her hands and she sat down on the ledge. He laid down on his stomach behind her and made sure that their grip was tight. Slowly she lowered herself down off of the ledge.
"Do you see anything?"
"The stairway across is too thick! You have to get me a bit lower."
"Okay! Hold on!" He scooted closer to the edge when something terrible happened. Hermione's right hand slipped out of his right hand.
"Oh crude! This is not going very well!"
Hermione had swung around so that she was facing the opposite way. She was swinging back and forth, her face hitting the stairway. "Draco! Draco I'm slipping! Do something fast!"
"Hold on Hermione! If I can reach my wand I can get you back up here!"
"Hurry!"
He scrambled for his wand. He was slipping himself and felt his palm get sweaty. "I really hope that you are left handed."
"Try again! I'm right!"
"You might want to hurry or she'll end up like that girl already down there!" shouted a painting from the wall.
"SHUT UP!" Draco shouted back at it while fingering for his wand.
Finally he got a hold of his wand with his left hand. "EZILABATS!" Hermione flew upwards and landed safely on the ledge again. They sat next to each other. "Did you see anything?"
"Of course!"
"And."
"It is one of those ghost rooms. Just our luck isn't it?"
"Then we only have one choice."
"And do you mind sharing that one choice with the rest of the world so that eventually I might know or are you going to keep that secret?"
"Oh, I thought I might keep you guessing but I guess the world must know what the wonderful Draco Malfoy thinks." Hermione hit him playfully on the side of the arm. "Okay, we have to jump down. Do you know how to do that?"
"Does it look like I know?"
"We had to learn it in Quidditch training. Here, I'll show you without really jumping. Of course, it will be a little different, we're not on a broomstick, but it should still work. Sit on the ledge like so." His butt was barely on the edge, but he was holding himself up mostly with his arms. "Then, you gently push off with your arms. Once you are 'falling', stay straight with your knees slightly bent. If you start to flip backwards, bend at the waist forwards. If you start to flip forwards, bend your back just a bit. You should straighten as you near the ground. Are you ready?"
"Yeah. Except, my arms aren't as strong as yours."
"Of course they are! All you do is write!"
"My wrists are strong from writing, but not my arms."
"Okay, once you are in the sitting position, I will hold up by holding you under your.uhhhh.arms.are you cool with that."
"If it saves Samantha's life sure! Just one thing, how are we going to get out?"
"You know, there is a spell to jump up? You wanna know it?"
"No, I want to stay down in a room with ghosts all my life!"
"Okay, I get the picture. It's jupwapurd. Ready?"
"Okay, now I'm ready. Are you ready?"
"Ready and amazingly willing."
Hermione scooted to the edge of the ledge. Draco placed his hands underneath her armpits and she scooted off the edge. "On three let me go. Ready? One.Two.Three!"
She dropped, perfectly landing on her feet like a cat. She ran to Samantha and knelt down beside her. Soon, Draco was on the floor also, though he had not had such a smooth landing. He hobbled over to Samantha also and knelt.
"Okay, are you ready to jump up?" She asked him.
Draco gathered Samantha up in his arms and replied with a steady, "READY!"
They counted together this time, "One.two.three.jupwapurd!" And up they went, landing safely once again on the landing.
A few minutes later after they had taken the little girl to Madame Pomfrey, they walked back to their common rooms, only something weird happened, again. Draco walked with Hermione instead of waiting for her to get ahead or running ahead of her.
He put his arm out and they walked elbow in elbow, arm in arm, together up to the common room. They must have been half asleep to not have realized what they were doing.
Once they got to the Prefect common rooms, they looked at each other. Hermione stepped up on her tiptoes and kissed Draco on the cheek. "Thank you for helping me."
He smiled his charming smile, "Hey, you may be a mudblood, but I can still help you." She playfully slapped the side of his arm again. She looked in his eyes, he in hers, and their heads moved close to each other's. All of the sudden, their lips touched and they kissed. They stood there for a few minutes it seemed then backed away from each other looking at each other. Malfoy moved in again but Hermione backed away.
"What just happened?"
"Bitter Sweet Peace?"
"I agree," and they kissed again.
After they kissed, they walked in and went to their rooms, falling right asleep, falling into their bitter sweet dreams.
Chapter Two: A New Admirer and Bitter Sweet Peace
The sorting hat was a success! Griffindor had the most first years placed in it and Slytherin following close behind.
Harry was smirking at Draco when a little girl ran up to them. She was a fellow Griffindor and seemed very perky and excited about something or other. "Is this where Harry Potter sits?" she squeaked.
"I'm Harry Potter! Oh no! You haven't been talking to Colin, have you?"
"Colin? Oh no! I don't even know who that is! I'm looking for Hermione Granger!"
"Oh." Harry replied mournfully, "She's right here." He pointed to Hermione and Ron who was sitting across from him. Never had it been that Hermione got the attention instead of him. Actually, he realized he didn't like it that much.
"Oh, hello. Who are you?" Hermione asked curiously.
"My name is Samantha and I just wanted to tell you how big of a fan I am of yours! I mean, I've never met a witch or wizard as smart as you!"
"Well, thank you, I guess."
"Oh honey," Ron said touching the tip of Hermione's nose, "She likes you! You have fans! You should have your own fan club! I mean, it used to be just our Harry here had fans!"
"True, well, if you ever need any help on homework, you can come to me!"
"Thank you! Thank you very much!" And with that, Samantha left.
"Well, what better way to say thank you for your appreciation than to tutor the girl? Real smooth 'Mione," Harry said sarcastically.
"Not everyone can be like the famous Harry Potter when talking to an admirer now can they?" She smiled back.
They continued on with their dinner and laughed while Hermione and Ron flirted CONSTANTLY with each other.
It was dessert time in the course of the feast when Harry, about to take a bite out of his Yorkshire pudding, looked over to the Slytherin table. There he saw the most peculiar sight. There, sitting next to Draco was a girl.and in fact was FLIRTING with her! The only thing was that this girl wasn't in the same year as them. Harry thought it very odd that Draco would be doing such a thing with a younger girl.
"So, Harry, are you looking forward to this year's Quidditch matches, I mean, you are the captain this year?" Ron questioned.
"Of course I am. I can't wait to beat Malfoy at his game. You know, he is the new captain for the Slytherin team also. I can't wait to beat his ass."
"Now, now Harry. Watch your language. We are around little ones now that we are back at school," Hermione pointed out.
"Yeah, whatever."
Harry went back to thinking about the odd behavior of Draco. Soon it was time to go to the common rooms.
Ron and Hermione walked hand in hand to the Griffindor common room, Hermione leading the pack. All of the sudden, a little girl scurried up behind Hermione.
"Miss Granger! Miss Granger! I want to sleep with you!"
Hermione was about to answer her when she heard a crack, a rumble, and a few screams. She quickly spun around to see one of the staircases moving.
'CRAP!' she thought. 'Great, what am I going to do?'
Then, the worst thing happened, the one she was on moved. Hermione started to fall but Ron grabbed her hand and pulled her up.
Unfortunately, the little admirer, Samantha, didn't grab fast enough. She fell down to the ground and Hermione heard a soft plop and a few cracks. Hermione screamed and turned to Ron.
"I have to get to her! Where is Neville? Neville? Neville?" She screamed. She ran up the stairs and ran back down another to get to the rest of the stranded Griffindors who didn't dare move another step.
She pushed through the crowd to where Neville was crouched in the middle of the crowd, rolled up in a ball, arms over his head that was between his knees.
"OI! NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM! GET UP NOW! YOU ARE A PREFECT AND WE HAVE A CRISIS!"
"I can't do it! I'm just bad luck! I can't help anyone, not even you! I'm sorry Hermione, but you'll have to find another prefect to help ya!" he replied, head still covered.
"Fine! Ron!" she yelled back to Ron who was on his way over to where she was. "Harry, Ron, I need you to get these students to the Griffindor common rooms and explain to them the usual thing.where the boys and girls common rooms are and so on and so forth. The password is Colletinimbus. Oh, and get Neville up to help you," then she turned to where pathetic Neville was, "Neville, everyone, including you, will be safe with these two. Now go with them."
The crowd of Griffindors left with the three boys and Hermione looked around for a solution.
"How about that prefect across the way? He looks strong," speculated a painting nearby that was of an Italian looking man with a goatee. "Malfoy. He is my only hope I guess. And it doesn't look like he's busy. I'm sure he'll help," she said to herself. "Malfoy! Draco Malfoy! Please help me!" She yelled across to him and started running towards him.
He stopped to let her get to him. When she reached him, she stuttered between breaths the news. "Stairs move.girl fell.Neville scared curse.need help.your help."
"What? I may be unkind but she didn't do anything to me yet and I don't know her so lets go save her. Where is she?"
Hermione held up on finger to tell Draco to wait a second. She was bent over at the waist, hands on her knees. Finally she caught her breath and she straightened again.
"This way," she said as she started to jog in the direction of the staircase she was originally on.
When she got there, she got down on her knees and motioned for Malfoy to do the same. Once he had also gotten on his knees, she pointed down to the girl who was sprawled on the floor in the most torturous looking position imaginable.
"She looks badly hurt," he commented.
"Nah, duh!" He glared at her for this comment but looked back down at the girl quickly. He looked up again at all of the staircases. Not one led down to that place.
"Okay, we need to know if that is a room with no doors. You know, there are rooms at Hogwarts with no doors. Those are the rooms that are for the ghosts." (AN: You know, the ghosts have to have a room to sleep, too!)
"Okay, yeah, I knew about those rooms. How are we going to find that out?"
Draco sat and thought for a second then stood up and, just as he had hoped, Hermione followed him by standing up also. He looked her up and down several times then looked at himself, judging his strength (AN: GOD THIS SOUNDS SO WRONG TO WRITE!)
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
"Do you trust me?"
"Trust you? I guess. It seems I have no trust."
"Okay, I want you to hold on to my hands, tight, and I'm going to lower you down so you can look to see if it's a room or a corridor. Do you trust me?"
She paused for a second. "I trust you."
"Hold on tight." He took her hands and she sat down on the ledge. He laid down on his stomach behind her and made sure that their grip was tight. Slowly she lowered herself down off of the ledge.
"Do you see anything?"
"The stairway across is too thick! You have to get me a bit lower."
"Okay! Hold on!" He scooted closer to the edge when something terrible happened. Hermione's right hand slipped out of his right hand.
"Oh crude! This is not going very well!"
Hermione had swung around so that she was facing the opposite way. She was swinging back and forth, her face hitting the stairway. "Draco! Draco I'm slipping! Do something fast!"
"Hold on Hermione! If I can reach my wand I can get you back up here!"
"Hurry!"
He scrambled for his wand. He was slipping himself and felt his palm get sweaty. "I really hope that you are left handed."
"Try again! I'm right!"
"You might want to hurry or she'll end up like that girl already down there!" shouted a painting from the wall.
"SHUT UP!" Draco shouted back at it while fingering for his wand.
Finally he got a hold of his wand with his left hand. "EZILABATS!" Hermione flew upwards and landed safely on the ledge again. They sat next to each other. "Did you see anything?"
"Of course!"
"And."
"It is one of those ghost rooms. Just our luck isn't it?"
"Then we only have one choice."
"And do you mind sharing that one choice with the rest of the world so that eventually I might know or are you going to keep that secret?"
"Oh, I thought I might keep you guessing but I guess the world must know what the wonderful Draco Malfoy thinks." Hermione hit him playfully on the side of the arm. "Okay, we have to jump down. Do you know how to do that?"
"Does it look like I know?"
"We had to learn it in Quidditch training. Here, I'll show you without really jumping. Of course, it will be a little different, we're not on a broomstick, but it should still work. Sit on the ledge like so." His butt was barely on the edge, but he was holding himself up mostly with his arms. "Then, you gently push off with your arms. Once you are 'falling', stay straight with your knees slightly bent. If you start to flip backwards, bend at the waist forwards. If you start to flip forwards, bend your back just a bit. You should straighten as you near the ground. Are you ready?"
"Yeah. Except, my arms aren't as strong as yours."
"Of course they are! All you do is write!"
"My wrists are strong from writing, but not my arms."
"Okay, once you are in the sitting position, I will hold up by holding you under your.uhhhh.arms.are you cool with that."
"If it saves Samantha's life sure! Just one thing, how are we going to get out?"
"You know, there is a spell to jump up? You wanna know it?"
"No, I want to stay down in a room with ghosts all my life!"
"Okay, I get the picture. It's jupwapurd. Ready?"
"Okay, now I'm ready. Are you ready?"
"Ready and amazingly willing."
Hermione scooted to the edge of the ledge. Draco placed his hands underneath her armpits and she scooted off the edge. "On three let me go. Ready? One.Two.Three!"
She dropped, perfectly landing on her feet like a cat. She ran to Samantha and knelt down beside her. Soon, Draco was on the floor also, though he had not had such a smooth landing. He hobbled over to Samantha also and knelt.
"Okay, are you ready to jump up?" She asked him.
Draco gathered Samantha up in his arms and replied with a steady, "READY!"
They counted together this time, "One.two.three.jupwapurd!" And up they went, landing safely once again on the landing.
A few minutes later after they had taken the little girl to Madame Pomfrey, they walked back to their common rooms, only something weird happened, again. Draco walked with Hermione instead of waiting for her to get ahead or running ahead of her.
He put his arm out and they walked elbow in elbow, arm in arm, together up to the common room. They must have been half asleep to not have realized what they were doing.
Once they got to the Prefect common rooms, they looked at each other. Hermione stepped up on her tiptoes and kissed Draco on the cheek. "Thank you for helping me."
He smiled his charming smile, "Hey, you may be a mudblood, but I can still help you." She playfully slapped the side of his arm again. She looked in his eyes, he in hers, and their heads moved close to each other's. All of the sudden, their lips touched and they kissed. They stood there for a few minutes it seemed then backed away from each other looking at each other. Malfoy moved in again but Hermione backed away.
"What just happened?"
"Bitter Sweet Peace?"
"I agree," and they kissed again.
After they kissed, they walked in and went to their rooms, falling right asleep, falling into their bitter sweet dreams.