The Power of the Will: Chapter 3
By: MidnightzStorm and Nickzchick
Author's Note: Wow! I'm so sorry that I have not updated this story. I won't be surprised that if we don't get any reviews. But Amy and I are trying to finish all of our unfinished stories before the fifth book comes out.
"So what's going on," asked a stern Professor McGonagall.
"Uh.... well Draco and I were, planning the ball, as you know," said Hermione, thinking hastily. "And since he couldn't go in our common room I uh.... needed some," she stopped and thought for a moment, "Student opinions so I invited Harry, Ron, Fred, and George out. Yeah, that's it. No fights at all professor, n-no magics in the corridors or anything out of the ordinary."
"Alright," McGonagall said slowly as she looked at each of them in the eye as if to see if they were lying.
"The broomsticks!" shouts Harry. "We'll get a penalty if we don't get back on before the time out is over! Quick Ron!" he yells as he tugs on the hand of the still unconscious red head. "We have to find those broomsticks!"
"Dirty Slytherins must have stolen them," Ron muttered groggily.
"We did not," Draco said defensively.
Harry and Ron ignored him, and bolted through the portrait hole up to their dormitories where they kicked open their trunks and mounted their respective broomsticks. They then flew through the common room, and the halls talking about finding the snitch and protecting the goal posts.
"What is the meaning of this?!" cried professor McGonagall, extremely perturbed.
"We have to find the snitch!!" cried Harry and he flew by.
"Mr. Potter, I will not tolerate such blatant show of disrespect for school rules! Playing Quidditch is not permitted in the corridors and certainly prohibited when it's practically midnight!" screamed Professor McGonagall in fury.
"Professor think of the cup!!" Ron called from down the hall.
"Merlin's beard! What has happened to them!" asked a furious Professor McGonagall as she turned to the twins and the engaged couple.
"Professor, we honestly don't know!" said Draco.
"All this strange stuff has been happening!" Fred told her, as he bumped into Draco and Hermione.
"Are you guys holding hands?" questioned Fred.
"They are going to find out some time, love," said Malfoy smiling at Hermione.
"Draco and I are getting married!" said a joyous Hermione.
The twins and even McGonagall stared at them.
"What?? How?? When?? What?" asked a clearly shocked Fred.
"Four very good question, Mr. Weasley, but we don't have time for that yet." Said the professor.
"Wait? Married? Blind?" George asked. "I remember something! Work brain work! Ginny! She said that we didn't see anything!"
Then his twin joined in the explanation, "And she said that Hermione and Draco spend so much time together they should get married! This must be a spell."
Hermione looked bewildered, and told the twins, "Oh you poor dears! Blind! I suppose only my knowledge on counter curses prevented me from being affected"
Draco started to nod now, "Thank goodness, my darling, people might think you were just marrying me because of a spell, and then what would father think?"
"Yeah Hermione, you are marrying Malfoy because of your newly discovered ferret fetish," said George.
"That's not true!" Hermione cried, as she flung her arms around Malfoy.
"That's it, you're not invited to the wedding!" Draco snarled.
"That's enough bickering. Where do you think Ms. Weasley has gone?" said Professor McGonagall.
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"Come on Harry, have you seen the snitch yet?" asked a flying Ron.
"No," said Harry, then he gasped with a sudden idea, "I bet it's camouflaged in that chandelier!" There was a sudden bang and "Ow" from Harry, as he stated, "It wasn't in the chandelier."
Ron's eyes started to squint as he scanned for the Quaffle. It took him a couple of seconds to realize his view was obstructed by thick black smoke billowing out of the girls' bathroom.
He gasped before yelling "Those bleeding prats! They're trying to blind us with some kind of smoke spell!"
"Follow it!" Harry instructed, "We might be able to catch them in the act! They'll be disqualified from the house cup for sure!"
Harry and Ron flew expertly through the smoke, ignoring their inability to breath in their frenzy to catch the Slytherin's cheating.
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"But I love him, Professor Dumbledore! We want to get married as soon as possible!" Hermione protested in Dumbledore's office after having slipped away from Professor McGonagall and the twins.
"We know you have the ability to give a marriage license, Headmaster," Draco implored.
Dumbledore's bright blue eyes twinkled merrily as he surveyed the young couple. "Are you sure you know what you are getting into?" he asked them.
"Yes, why would I question spending my life with the man I love?" said Hermione as she glowed at Draco.
"Very well, if you two are sure," the headmaster said.
