Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.(Although I wish I did).J.K. Rowling
does
(A/N: Someone, I forgot your pen name sorry, said they didn't understand why Hermione is going with Draco to the ball, well you are just going to have to wait to find out why.dun dun dun! Sorry if you do not understand some of the words in this chapter, I decided to make some of the words British seeing as Harry Potter is a British story.)
Hermione walked up the stairs two at a time. She opened the door, and sat on her bed, with velvet covers in red. She messed around with her fringe (bangs) for a while and sit thinking. She sighed heavily and threw her back against the duvet.
Meanwhile downstairs.
Seamus looked at Ron, "Oh cheer up chap, did you see the way she was looking at you?" Ron shook his head,
"Look I am going to head up to bed. Night."
They all mumbled good night to Ron.
"Why aren't they together already, it doesn't make any bloody sense." Dean huffed.
"Neither does Hermione going to the ball with Malfoy." Harry adds. They all silently agreed.
The next day was awkward for Ron and Hermione; well at least for Ron to say the least. Hermione remained collected, while Ron acted strangely. Harry noticed Ron's behavior and was concerned for his best friend, but wasn't sure what to do to help the situation. Harry spent the whole thinking up a plan, and barely paid any attention in classes which got him into a sticky mess, with none other then Snape.
"Potter!" Snape said sharply. Harry abruptly sat upright and focused his eyes on Snape.
"Yes Professor?" Harry asks feigning innocence.
"You need to PAY ATTENTION." Snape said stressing the paying attention part.
"Yes Professor." Harry said angrily. Snape glared at him and then continued droning on about the infusion of monkswood with glycol. (A/N For you science geniuses out there I have no clue what glycol is.I found it on my eye drop wrapper!) Ron looked at Harry who smiled, but rested his head on his hands.
Far, far away from the Hogwart's castle, somewhere in Bristol, in a deserted manor, draped with ivy, cobwebs in the windows, spiders crawling all over the place, sat Voldemort and Lucius Malfoy discussing something.
"To rid the wizard world of mud bloods, we have to have on of our own befriend them, warm up to them, so we can get to the rest of those sniveling idiots." Voldemort said stroking his chin thoughtfully.
"I know my lord. My son is warming up to one of those mudblood girls I have seen." Lucius replied shuddering at the thought.
"Ah, very good my apprentice. After the mud-bloods we get Harry Potter. I have waited 16 years to kill him. 16 years." Voldemort twiddled his thumbs, smiling rather evilly. The fire in the hearth cackled weakly, and sparks on the sparse logs flickered lightly.
"Are the other Death Eaters informed?" Voldemort asked.
"Yes my lord. Well informed." Lucius stuttered.
"Ah, then all goes as planned, you are free to return home now Lucius."
"Thank you my lord," Lucius said and slowly backed out of the room then apparated to his manor. Voldemort remained sitting in the high backed arm chair, staring into the fire, grinning evilly to himself. When the fire began to dim, and the room cooled, he let out a cold shrill laugh.
"Harry Potter will meet his end." He whispered maniacally to himself.
((Alright, we all know in the 5th book Voldemort is coming back, that is all we know for sure. So I don't know what happens to him after that, but for story and entertainment purposes I made it so old Voldie stuck around awhile longer.))
(A/N: Someone, I forgot your pen name sorry, said they didn't understand why Hermione is going with Draco to the ball, well you are just going to have to wait to find out why.dun dun dun! Sorry if you do not understand some of the words in this chapter, I decided to make some of the words British seeing as Harry Potter is a British story.)
Hermione walked up the stairs two at a time. She opened the door, and sat on her bed, with velvet covers in red. She messed around with her fringe (bangs) for a while and sit thinking. She sighed heavily and threw her back against the duvet.
Meanwhile downstairs.
Seamus looked at Ron, "Oh cheer up chap, did you see the way she was looking at you?" Ron shook his head,
"Look I am going to head up to bed. Night."
They all mumbled good night to Ron.
"Why aren't they together already, it doesn't make any bloody sense." Dean huffed.
"Neither does Hermione going to the ball with Malfoy." Harry adds. They all silently agreed.
The next day was awkward for Ron and Hermione; well at least for Ron to say the least. Hermione remained collected, while Ron acted strangely. Harry noticed Ron's behavior and was concerned for his best friend, but wasn't sure what to do to help the situation. Harry spent the whole thinking up a plan, and barely paid any attention in classes which got him into a sticky mess, with none other then Snape.
"Potter!" Snape said sharply. Harry abruptly sat upright and focused his eyes on Snape.
"Yes Professor?" Harry asks feigning innocence.
"You need to PAY ATTENTION." Snape said stressing the paying attention part.
"Yes Professor." Harry said angrily. Snape glared at him and then continued droning on about the infusion of monkswood with glycol. (A/N For you science geniuses out there I have no clue what glycol is.I found it on my eye drop wrapper!) Ron looked at Harry who smiled, but rested his head on his hands.
Far, far away from the Hogwart's castle, somewhere in Bristol, in a deserted manor, draped with ivy, cobwebs in the windows, spiders crawling all over the place, sat Voldemort and Lucius Malfoy discussing something.
"To rid the wizard world of mud bloods, we have to have on of our own befriend them, warm up to them, so we can get to the rest of those sniveling idiots." Voldemort said stroking his chin thoughtfully.
"I know my lord. My son is warming up to one of those mudblood girls I have seen." Lucius replied shuddering at the thought.
"Ah, very good my apprentice. After the mud-bloods we get Harry Potter. I have waited 16 years to kill him. 16 years." Voldemort twiddled his thumbs, smiling rather evilly. The fire in the hearth cackled weakly, and sparks on the sparse logs flickered lightly.
"Are the other Death Eaters informed?" Voldemort asked.
"Yes my lord. Well informed." Lucius stuttered.
"Ah, then all goes as planned, you are free to return home now Lucius."
"Thank you my lord," Lucius said and slowly backed out of the room then apparated to his manor. Voldemort remained sitting in the high backed arm chair, staring into the fire, grinning evilly to himself. When the fire began to dim, and the room cooled, he let out a cold shrill laugh.
"Harry Potter will meet his end." He whispered maniacally to himself.
((Alright, we all know in the 5th book Voldemort is coming back, that is all we know for sure. So I don't know what happens to him after that, but for story and entertainment purposes I made it so old Voldie stuck around awhile longer.))