2. STUCK!
~H~
Did Malfoy just smell my hair? Nah,I probably just imagined it, I knew I shouldn't have slept in all summer, not I'm way too tired. And anyway, if he was sniffing my hair, it was probably just so later he could go "I can smell Mudblood from a mile away" or something like that. I can't believe we have to share a common room, wait till I tell Harry and Ron. Hermione walked out of the common room, and headed to the Great Hall. When she arrived, and went to find Harry and Ron, she noticed they had both been craning their necks looking for her.
"Where were you last night?" Harry asked with a puzzled look on his face.
"Yeah, why didn't you ever come up to the common room?" Ron asked anxiously. Hermione told them all about the new prefect quarters. Ron was pleased to here he missed an opportunity to bunk with Malfoy, but his attitude changed when she described the bedrooms.
"Oh, so that's why they gave me your old bed in the dormitory," piped up Lexi, who had been listening.
"Yeah, but don't worry, I can still come to Gryffindor tower as often as I want," Hermione added.
"Good," sighed Ron, "Otherwise we'd never get homework done." Hermione laughed, she was glad at least that they didn't make it into to History of Magic N.E.W.T., because she was tired of them copying her notes. But still, they will rely on me for other homework. Maybe Lexi will be smart and they can depend on her. with that thought Hermione glanced over at Lexi, who was examining Harry with a mystified look on her face. Or, maybe not. They received their schedules, and she read what was under Monday.
Arithmancy,Double Transfiguration,Lunch,Care of Magical creatures, and Double Charms. She finished her eggs quickly, and then went back to get her books. After that she headed to Arithmacy. After an hour of reading number charts, she went to meet Harry, Ron, and Lexi outside of Transfiguration.
~D~
What the hell did I just do? Stop it Draco! What if someone had noticed? He quickly headed down to breakfast. Once he was at the Slytherin table, he explained to Crabbe and Goyle his absence from the night before. Somebody tapped his shoulder. It was Brianna, and she handed him his schedule. They had DADA first. Draco scanned the staff table for a new face. Damn, the giant oaf is back .On the other side of Professor McGonagall, was a women with long light brown hair. It fell past the sleeves of her midnight blue robes. She was talking to McGonagall with a kind smile on her face. I wonder why Dumbledore still hasn't introduced her, she's here now. Maybe she's shy. Draco spent the rest of Breakfast listening to Pansy ramble on to Brianna, who was her new roommate. After breakfast, Draco retrieved his books, and headed to DADA, eager to see what the new teacher was like. He entered the classroom, and took a seat in the back next to Crabbe and Goyle. Once the rest of the class had settled in. The young women cleared her throat.
"Hello, I'm Professor Jinxen, your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. The one thing I hate most, is when a student fails to complete their homework. I may seem nice now, but you do not want to get on my bad side. Now, for today's lesson, I just want you to take this period to write and essay summoning up the most important things you've learned from DADA so far, and hand it in at the end of class," she finished, and sat behind her desk. she sounds like a push over, but I bet I can find a way to get Potter on her bad side ,and see what happens. Draco grinned as he took out his ink and quill.
~H~
They were supposed to be turning bunnies into kittens. The first ten times Hermione tried, her kitten still had big floppy ears. Still, by the end of the lesson, she was the only one who had managed to transfigure them successfully. This is allot harder ,because I didn't read any of the new transfiguration book. As they made their way back to the Great Hall for lunch, Ron turned to Hermione.
"C'mon, aren't you going to tell us how easy that lesson was?" Ron asked, waiting for the ususal response.
"Oh yeah, it was um, very easy, but it's only the first day." Hermione replied, thinking that it was only going to get harder. I can't admit that to them though, they'd never let me live it down.
"So," said Hermione, casting around for a change of subject."What new classes are you taking Lexi?"
"Care of Magical Creatures, and Muggle studies," she answered. They had Care of Magical Creatures next, so they finished eating, so they could have time to talk to Hagrid.
"Oy! Harry, Ron, Hermione!" Hagrid waved to them, as the walked down the sloping lawn towards his cabin.
"Hello Hagrid," They replied in unison.
"Now that yer in yer N.E.W.T. class, I can show yeh some better creatures," Hagrid smiled broadly. Hermione however, felt that this was nothing to smile about. She still secretly wished for Professor Grubby Plank, but Harry got really mad when he knew she was even thinking that, so Hermione returned Hagrid's smile with a fake one.
"Oh great, looks who's here," Ron said, as he pointed over her shoulder. Hermione turned around to see the rest of the class heading towards them. The rest of the class included the Slytherins. The only ones who had made in into the N.E.W.T. class were Malfoy, Crabbe, some boy Hermione didn't know by name, Pansy, and the new Brianna girl. Malfoy was whispering to Crabbe as usual, no dobt trying to ruin the lesson.
~D~
Draco finished the essay, and handed it in when it was time to leave. The rest of the morning went by quickly, and he didn't have any homework so far. After luch they had Care of Magical Creatures. He said goodbye to Goyle, who longer had it, and headed out into the fresh air. It was hot and sunny outside, as if summer didn't want to leave. When they reached the outside of Hagrid's "house," Draco turned to whisper to Crabbe.
"What do you think of Pansy?"
"She's hott, but she talks to much." Crabbe whispered back.
"Yeah, but wouldn't you still go out with her?" Draco asked anxiously.
"No," Crabbe replied, and that ended the conversation. Draco frowned. If Crabbe liked her, maybe she'd leave me alone .I'll have to try Goyle later, but I don't think Pansy would go for him. Now that the whole class was there, Hagrid was ready to begin.
"We're going ter uh, be workin with a bunch o'water creatures and stuff first term. Today I want yeh to divide up an' read about em' in yer Monster Book o' Monsters. But fer the rest o' the term, I want yeh all to come wearin yer swimming siuts under yer uniforms." He finished. The class began to divide into small groups, and spread themselves around the lawn to read.
"I'll wear my pink bikini just for you," Pansy said in Draco's ear as she passed him. Draco sat down on the warm grass with Crabbe, and they opened their books, but with no intention of reading.
"It's good really, that he picked now to do stuff with water, because it's supposed to stay hot for a while," Draco commented.
"Are you saying he's a good teacher now? Should I like him?" Crabbe asked, waiting for Draco to tell him how to act.
"No, just saying he did something smart for a change, but it was probably Granger who planned his lessons." Draco said quickly. It was then that a wonderful thought occurred to him. Granger in a swimsuit. Draco allowed himself to smile. Wait a minute, what am I doing? He immediately stiffened his smile, and decided he might read after all, just to get his mind off things, not because Hagrid had asked him too.
~H~
After Hagrid finished, Hermione plopped down on the grass next to Harry, Ron, and Lexi. They took turns reading out loud about water creatures. When they finished there was some time left over, and Harry described what merpeople really looked like. This reminded Hermione of fourth year, and Krum. He's stopped writing me back, must be really busy with Quidditch and stuff now that he's out of school. Oh well, I only liked him as a friend anyway. When it was time to leave the bid goodbye to Hagrid, and headed for Charms. Professor Flitwick talked about the more advanced charms they would be doing, now that they were in N.E.W.T. At the end of the lesson, they handed in their homework from the holidays. On the way to dinner they met up with Ron, who had not made it into the N.E.W.T. Charms class. When they sat down at the Gryffindor table, Hermione noticed for the first time, the new DADA teacher. She pointed her out to the others.
"She's kinda pretty for a teacher," said Ron when he saw her.
"Good," Replied Hermione, "Maybe that'll make you pay more attention."
"Hey I pay attention in DADA!" Ron said defensively.
"Yeah, but-" Hermione started, but was interrupted by Harry.
"Guys, please stop arguing! You sound like a married couple or something." Ron blushed, but Hermione looked away. Why do people always act like I like someone? People think I like, Harry, or Ron, or Krum, or even Neville because of the way I help him. If I did like someone, it sure wouldn't be any of them! Hermione and Ron began to eat, and Harry turned to Lexi to explain how this was routine. After dinner Hermione agreed to go to Gryffindor common room, to help Lexi and Harry with the Charms review they had gotten. They reached the familiar portrait of the fat lady in the pink dress, and Harry said the password.("Twinkle Toes.")When they entered the common room, Hermione smiled, it was nice to be back here, even though the prefect one was better. They sat down by the blazing fire, working on the charms they had learned in previous years. At eight o'clock, Hermione decided she'd better return to her common room, so she left Gryffindor tower. She reached the portrait of Helam the Frockburry, and was about to say the password, but......
~D~
Draco began reading to himself, and it did help to keep his mind off things. When he was done, at the end of the lesson, he looked up. Crabbe was still reading, his eyes were drifting very slowly across the page. Whoa, he seriously can read, I really thought he was joking that day. Crabbe noticed someone watching him, and looked up.
"You're done already?" He asked, as if Draco ha just read an eight hundred page book. Draco nodded, as Crabbe closed his book.
"I only read four pages," Crabbe said, still in awe at Draco's ability to read forty pages in an hour. They made their way up to the castle, and headed for Transfiguration. Professor McGonagall didn't like Draco very much. She wasn't mean to him, like Snape was to Harry, but he could tell by her eyes that she only saw him as trouble. They were turning bunnies into kittens, but nobody had managed to do it, by the end of the double lesson.
"Don't feel to terrible," Professor McGonagall consoled the class, unaware that the Slytherins couldn't have cared less. "It's only the first day back, and so far the only student who managed to do it properly was Miss Granger."
Draco heard Pansy groan, and say something that sounded like, "Well excuse me, but some of us would actually rather concentrate on more important things, such as looks, than books." Draco had a flashback of those gorgeous legs, and couldn't have disagreed more.
Dinner was a boring affair, this time Draco listened to Goyle tell all about how he tormented some seconded year. Goyle may have been bigger, but unless that seconded year was a muggle born, they were definitely smarter. When they had finished eating, Draco did as he said he would, and accompanied them to the Gryffindor common room. The trio sat down on a large black couch, and Draco said why he had come.
"Listen, you heard what happened on the train, and you know what's happened to my father. We have to get Potter back. I will get revenge, if it's the last thing I do. I haven't come up with a plan yet, but I'm working on it, I want it to be good. I will of coarse need help from you two. If you have any ideas, let me know. Think until your head hurts." That'll be about ten seconds." Well, I know how long it takes you two to finish your homework, so I'll go now, but be thinking of stuff, ok?" Draco finished. They both nodded, and Draco stood up to leave. He was almost at the exit, when he remembered he wanted to ask Goyle about Pansy. He doubled back, and talked to Goyle, who was surprisingly just as uninterested as Crabbe. It was now a couple minutes past eight, so he left.
On the top step of the dungeons, he found a rolled up bit of parchment. He opened it, and began to read. It was some kind of letter, and it was highly amusing. "I heard from Riley that you still like Mark, is that true? Yesterday you told me you fancied Thomas, which is it?" Draco wondered if they were talking about his roommate, and decided he'd share it with him. He looked down to continue reading, hardly noticing that he was almost at the entrance to the prefect common room. Just as he finished the letter, he had a collision with a solid object.
~H~
Hermione hit the stone floor on her back with a thud, and something very solid, not to mention warm and smelling really good, fell on top of her. The , person, struggled off of her. On the way down, her eyes had closed, and she opened them and sat up. Sitting on the floor beside her was Draco Malfoy. His icy blue eyes wore a surprised look. "Ouch," she managed in a whisper.
He seemed to have snapped out of a trance. "Watch where you're going, Granger," he snapped and got to his feet.
She glared at him. "It wasn't MY fault, you're the one that ran into me," she growled back and got to her feet as well. She swooped down and picked up the books she had been carrying. Then she swept past him, muttered the password to the portrait, and ambled inside in a bad mood. Pansy and Brianna were sitting on the couch whispering, probably plotting against someone. (Little did Hermione know...) She walked up the spiral staircase to her room and slammed the door behind her when she entered.
"Yeesh, bad day?" Hannah asked, not looking up from the book she was reading.
"Yeah," Hermione sighed as she sat down on the edge of her bed, carelessly throwing her books aside. How can someone so hot, be so mean? She thought angrily. She glared at the pile of books as though it were their fault. Well, part of her bad mood WAS their fault. She was getting sick of being Miss Perfect and people depending on her to get good grades. Sick of people thinking she was a goody goody and couldn't get a boyfriend...the list would have went on and on, but the anxiety of it all was getting to her.
She stood up. "I think I'll go shower now," she told Hannah, and began digging through her drawers for clean pair of pajamas. Then she headed down back down the staircase and into the common room, a mumble from Hannah barely reaching her ears. Pansy and Brianna were nowhere to be seen. She exited the common room and slowly made her way to the girls' prefect bathroom, which was behind a portrait of a fairy right next to the boys'.
Brianna was standing near the sinks when she walked in, and there was a pair of feet in the only toilet stall that worked. (Moaning Myrtle had ventured over to these parts and the toilets were to be shortly repaired.) "Hurry up, Pansy," Brianna said when she saw Hermione. Hermione thought nothing of it and lay her belongings near one of the showers. But first she had to pee, so she waited until Pansy came out.
Pansy was carrying her wand when she finally did come out, and she and Brianna left. Hermione heard them giggling out in the corridor. Probably over some boy.
Oh how very wrong she was.
Hermione entered the stall, pulled down her knickers, and sat on the cold seat. She had an odd sensation, and she tried to get back up. But she wouldn't budge. "What the..." she muttered, and continued to struggle to get up. But she seemed to be stuck to the seat. Pansy. Anger surged through her. They must have been using some sort of code talk when I entered, so they could glue me to the seat! She reached inside her pocket for her wand, but soon remembered that it was lying with the books in her bedroom.
She put her face in her hands and screamed. This SO did not improve her day!
After minutes of continued struggling, she finally realized that she wasn't getting of this toilet seat without her wand. How on earth was she going to get someone's attention? It would probably be hours before someone realized that she was missing. Maybe if I call for help... "Help! Is anybody out there?" she screamed at the top of her lungs. No answer. "I said HELP! ANYBODY!" Still no answer. "Dammit, I'm stuck to the toilet seat, somebody help me!"
The minutes went by, and every now and then, she would scream for help again. And FINALLY, after at least an hour or so, Hermione heard the door open. "Hello?" came an all to familiar voice.
"Malfoy?" Hermione gasped. "What the heck are you doing in here?"
"I heard someone, obviously you, screaming for help on my way to the boys' bathroom," he said simply. She could hear his footsteps nearing the stall.
"Well how on earth did you get the password to the girls'?" she snapped back, completely ignoring the embarrassing fact that Draco Malfoy was around in this embarrassing situation.
"I have my ways Granger. Now, what the heck are you calling for help for? Having 'problems'?" He chuckled at his own joke.
Hermione sighed. "Just go get Professor McGonagall."
She could now see his feet, right outside of the stall, and he seemed to be leaning against the door. "Why should I?"
"Malfoy, just go get her. PLEASE!"
He chuckled again. "Never thought I would hear you say that to me-"
"MALFOY!" she roared. "I'M NOT IN THE MOOD, JUST GET HER!"
"Now, now Granger. No need to raise your voice. If you tell me what's wrong I'll get her. If not, I'm leaving." His voice had a tone of finality.
Hermione sighed. This was her onlt hope. But what if he just left when she told him and told everyone? Oh well, life is risky. "Imgluedtotheseat," she muttered quickly.
"What?" he asked.
"I said, I'm glued to the seta," she growled slowly.
"Still didn't catch that," he replied with a hint of amusement in his voice.
Hermione took a deep breath. "I --SAID-I-AM-GLUED-TO-THE-SEAT!"
Malfoy busted out laughing. "It's not funny! Now get Professor McGonagall, or I swear, when I get out, I'll hex you!"
"How did you-"
"NOW!"
"Fine, fine, I'm going," he muttered. Hermione heard his footsteps fade away, the portrait swing open, and close. She out her head in her hands again.
"Why me?" she mumbled. "WHY ME?"
Professor McGonagall came only a few minutes afterwards and knocked on the stall. "Miss Granger, is everything all right?"
Hermione's head bolted up. Part of her hadn't been expecting him to actually get her. "Professor McGonagall," she groaned. "I'm stuck to the seat."
"Excuse me?"
"Someone put glue on the seat, and I'm stuck," she said more loudly.
She didn't tell who it was. She would get revenge. Oh yes, she would surely get revenge...Pansy Parkinson and Brianna Whatever the heck her name is will pay!
McGonagall unlocked the door with her and pushed it open. Hermione tried her best to cover herself as much as she could. McGonagall Pointed the wooden stick at the lid, and muttered, a spell. It took a few more tries to finally get Hermione off. McGonagall walked out of the stall so she could pull on her clothing properly, and when Hermione came out, she looked up. "Miss Granger, do you know WHO put glue on the seat?" Hermione shook her head. Lying to teachers just wasn't Hermioneish, but now was an exception. "Well, I'll certainly be checking the seat before I sit down now," McGonagall chuckled. "Good night Mss Granger."
Hermione didn't reply. The thoughts of revenge were lingering on her mind.
~D~
Draco walked back to the common room grinning. He could embarrass Granger good now...Pansy and Brianna were sitting on one of the couches with a few other girls, and they were all laughing about something. "What's so funny?" he snorted.
Pansy stood up and walked over to him when she saw him, immediately enlacing his ram with her own. "Oh Drakie, Brianna and I got the Mudblood good this time!" she said smiling triumphantly. "We put glue on the toilet seat just before she went in the stall, and she still hasn't come back!" she giggled, as did a few of the other girls.
He pretended not to know anything about it and laughed with them. If they knew it had been he who had got the teacher for her...But she had been so helpless. And she had actually said PLEASE to him. He shook his head and excused himself. Oh great, helping Mudbloods now. What will happen next?
He walked up to his dorm and sat on the edge of his bed, all thoughts of that note he had found were gone. Thomas walked in only minutes after he did. He was wearing a pair of shorts, and Draco was glad to see that his eyes had only been playing tricks on him and that his legs WEREN'T shaved.
"Hey Draco," Thomas said cheerfully.
"Hey," he replied.
He lay back and stared at the ceiling. All thoughts were on Granger.
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~H~
Did Malfoy just smell my hair? Nah,I probably just imagined it, I knew I shouldn't have slept in all summer, not I'm way too tired. And anyway, if he was sniffing my hair, it was probably just so later he could go "I can smell Mudblood from a mile away" or something like that. I can't believe we have to share a common room, wait till I tell Harry and Ron. Hermione walked out of the common room, and headed to the Great Hall. When she arrived, and went to find Harry and Ron, she noticed they had both been craning their necks looking for her.
"Where were you last night?" Harry asked with a puzzled look on his face.
"Yeah, why didn't you ever come up to the common room?" Ron asked anxiously. Hermione told them all about the new prefect quarters. Ron was pleased to here he missed an opportunity to bunk with Malfoy, but his attitude changed when she described the bedrooms.
"Oh, so that's why they gave me your old bed in the dormitory," piped up Lexi, who had been listening.
"Yeah, but don't worry, I can still come to Gryffindor tower as often as I want," Hermione added.
"Good," sighed Ron, "Otherwise we'd never get homework done." Hermione laughed, she was glad at least that they didn't make it into to History of Magic N.E.W.T., because she was tired of them copying her notes. But still, they will rely on me for other homework. Maybe Lexi will be smart and they can depend on her. with that thought Hermione glanced over at Lexi, who was examining Harry with a mystified look on her face. Or, maybe not. They received their schedules, and she read what was under Monday.
Arithmancy,Double Transfiguration,Lunch,Care of Magical creatures, and Double Charms. She finished her eggs quickly, and then went back to get her books. After that she headed to Arithmacy. After an hour of reading number charts, she went to meet Harry, Ron, and Lexi outside of Transfiguration.
~D~
What the hell did I just do? Stop it Draco! What if someone had noticed? He quickly headed down to breakfast. Once he was at the Slytherin table, he explained to Crabbe and Goyle his absence from the night before. Somebody tapped his shoulder. It was Brianna, and she handed him his schedule. They had DADA first. Draco scanned the staff table for a new face. Damn, the giant oaf is back .On the other side of Professor McGonagall, was a women with long light brown hair. It fell past the sleeves of her midnight blue robes. She was talking to McGonagall with a kind smile on her face. I wonder why Dumbledore still hasn't introduced her, she's here now. Maybe she's shy. Draco spent the rest of Breakfast listening to Pansy ramble on to Brianna, who was her new roommate. After breakfast, Draco retrieved his books, and headed to DADA, eager to see what the new teacher was like. He entered the classroom, and took a seat in the back next to Crabbe and Goyle. Once the rest of the class had settled in. The young women cleared her throat.
"Hello, I'm Professor Jinxen, your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. The one thing I hate most, is when a student fails to complete their homework. I may seem nice now, but you do not want to get on my bad side. Now, for today's lesson, I just want you to take this period to write and essay summoning up the most important things you've learned from DADA so far, and hand it in at the end of class," she finished, and sat behind her desk. she sounds like a push over, but I bet I can find a way to get Potter on her bad side ,and see what happens. Draco grinned as he took out his ink and quill.
~H~
They were supposed to be turning bunnies into kittens. The first ten times Hermione tried, her kitten still had big floppy ears. Still, by the end of the lesson, she was the only one who had managed to transfigure them successfully. This is allot harder ,because I didn't read any of the new transfiguration book. As they made their way back to the Great Hall for lunch, Ron turned to Hermione.
"C'mon, aren't you going to tell us how easy that lesson was?" Ron asked, waiting for the ususal response.
"Oh yeah, it was um, very easy, but it's only the first day." Hermione replied, thinking that it was only going to get harder. I can't admit that to them though, they'd never let me live it down.
"So," said Hermione, casting around for a change of subject."What new classes are you taking Lexi?"
"Care of Magical Creatures, and Muggle studies," she answered. They had Care of Magical Creatures next, so they finished eating, so they could have time to talk to Hagrid.
"Oy! Harry, Ron, Hermione!" Hagrid waved to them, as the walked down the sloping lawn towards his cabin.
"Hello Hagrid," They replied in unison.
"Now that yer in yer N.E.W.T. class, I can show yeh some better creatures," Hagrid smiled broadly. Hermione however, felt that this was nothing to smile about. She still secretly wished for Professor Grubby Plank, but Harry got really mad when he knew she was even thinking that, so Hermione returned Hagrid's smile with a fake one.
"Oh great, looks who's here," Ron said, as he pointed over her shoulder. Hermione turned around to see the rest of the class heading towards them. The rest of the class included the Slytherins. The only ones who had made in into the N.E.W.T. class were Malfoy, Crabbe, some boy Hermione didn't know by name, Pansy, and the new Brianna girl. Malfoy was whispering to Crabbe as usual, no dobt trying to ruin the lesson.
~D~
Draco finished the essay, and handed it in when it was time to leave. The rest of the morning went by quickly, and he didn't have any homework so far. After luch they had Care of Magical Creatures. He said goodbye to Goyle, who longer had it, and headed out into the fresh air. It was hot and sunny outside, as if summer didn't want to leave. When they reached the outside of Hagrid's "house," Draco turned to whisper to Crabbe.
"What do you think of Pansy?"
"She's hott, but she talks to much." Crabbe whispered back.
"Yeah, but wouldn't you still go out with her?" Draco asked anxiously.
"No," Crabbe replied, and that ended the conversation. Draco frowned. If Crabbe liked her, maybe she'd leave me alone .I'll have to try Goyle later, but I don't think Pansy would go for him. Now that the whole class was there, Hagrid was ready to begin.
"We're going ter uh, be workin with a bunch o'water creatures and stuff first term. Today I want yeh to divide up an' read about em' in yer Monster Book o' Monsters. But fer the rest o' the term, I want yeh all to come wearin yer swimming siuts under yer uniforms." He finished. The class began to divide into small groups, and spread themselves around the lawn to read.
"I'll wear my pink bikini just for you," Pansy said in Draco's ear as she passed him. Draco sat down on the warm grass with Crabbe, and they opened their books, but with no intention of reading.
"It's good really, that he picked now to do stuff with water, because it's supposed to stay hot for a while," Draco commented.
"Are you saying he's a good teacher now? Should I like him?" Crabbe asked, waiting for Draco to tell him how to act.
"No, just saying he did something smart for a change, but it was probably Granger who planned his lessons." Draco said quickly. It was then that a wonderful thought occurred to him. Granger in a swimsuit. Draco allowed himself to smile. Wait a minute, what am I doing? He immediately stiffened his smile, and decided he might read after all, just to get his mind off things, not because Hagrid had asked him too.
~H~
After Hagrid finished, Hermione plopped down on the grass next to Harry, Ron, and Lexi. They took turns reading out loud about water creatures. When they finished there was some time left over, and Harry described what merpeople really looked like. This reminded Hermione of fourth year, and Krum. He's stopped writing me back, must be really busy with Quidditch and stuff now that he's out of school. Oh well, I only liked him as a friend anyway. When it was time to leave the bid goodbye to Hagrid, and headed for Charms. Professor Flitwick talked about the more advanced charms they would be doing, now that they were in N.E.W.T. At the end of the lesson, they handed in their homework from the holidays. On the way to dinner they met up with Ron, who had not made it into the N.E.W.T. Charms class. When they sat down at the Gryffindor table, Hermione noticed for the first time, the new DADA teacher. She pointed her out to the others.
"She's kinda pretty for a teacher," said Ron when he saw her.
"Good," Replied Hermione, "Maybe that'll make you pay more attention."
"Hey I pay attention in DADA!" Ron said defensively.
"Yeah, but-" Hermione started, but was interrupted by Harry.
"Guys, please stop arguing! You sound like a married couple or something." Ron blushed, but Hermione looked away. Why do people always act like I like someone? People think I like, Harry, or Ron, or Krum, or even Neville because of the way I help him. If I did like someone, it sure wouldn't be any of them! Hermione and Ron began to eat, and Harry turned to Lexi to explain how this was routine. After dinner Hermione agreed to go to Gryffindor common room, to help Lexi and Harry with the Charms review they had gotten. They reached the familiar portrait of the fat lady in the pink dress, and Harry said the password.("Twinkle Toes.")When they entered the common room, Hermione smiled, it was nice to be back here, even though the prefect one was better. They sat down by the blazing fire, working on the charms they had learned in previous years. At eight o'clock, Hermione decided she'd better return to her common room, so she left Gryffindor tower. She reached the portrait of Helam the Frockburry, and was about to say the password, but......
~D~
Draco began reading to himself, and it did help to keep his mind off things. When he was done, at the end of the lesson, he looked up. Crabbe was still reading, his eyes were drifting very slowly across the page. Whoa, he seriously can read, I really thought he was joking that day. Crabbe noticed someone watching him, and looked up.
"You're done already?" He asked, as if Draco ha just read an eight hundred page book. Draco nodded, as Crabbe closed his book.
"I only read four pages," Crabbe said, still in awe at Draco's ability to read forty pages in an hour. They made their way up to the castle, and headed for Transfiguration. Professor McGonagall didn't like Draco very much. She wasn't mean to him, like Snape was to Harry, but he could tell by her eyes that she only saw him as trouble. They were turning bunnies into kittens, but nobody had managed to do it, by the end of the double lesson.
"Don't feel to terrible," Professor McGonagall consoled the class, unaware that the Slytherins couldn't have cared less. "It's only the first day back, and so far the only student who managed to do it properly was Miss Granger."
Draco heard Pansy groan, and say something that sounded like, "Well excuse me, but some of us would actually rather concentrate on more important things, such as looks, than books." Draco had a flashback of those gorgeous legs, and couldn't have disagreed more.
Dinner was a boring affair, this time Draco listened to Goyle tell all about how he tormented some seconded year. Goyle may have been bigger, but unless that seconded year was a muggle born, they were definitely smarter. When they had finished eating, Draco did as he said he would, and accompanied them to the Gryffindor common room. The trio sat down on a large black couch, and Draco said why he had come.
"Listen, you heard what happened on the train, and you know what's happened to my father. We have to get Potter back. I will get revenge, if it's the last thing I do. I haven't come up with a plan yet, but I'm working on it, I want it to be good. I will of coarse need help from you two. If you have any ideas, let me know. Think until your head hurts." That'll be about ten seconds." Well, I know how long it takes you two to finish your homework, so I'll go now, but be thinking of stuff, ok?" Draco finished. They both nodded, and Draco stood up to leave. He was almost at the exit, when he remembered he wanted to ask Goyle about Pansy. He doubled back, and talked to Goyle, who was surprisingly just as uninterested as Crabbe. It was now a couple minutes past eight, so he left.
On the top step of the dungeons, he found a rolled up bit of parchment. He opened it, and began to read. It was some kind of letter, and it was highly amusing. "I heard from Riley that you still like Mark, is that true? Yesterday you told me you fancied Thomas, which is it?" Draco wondered if they were talking about his roommate, and decided he'd share it with him. He looked down to continue reading, hardly noticing that he was almost at the entrance to the prefect common room. Just as he finished the letter, he had a collision with a solid object.
~H~
Hermione hit the stone floor on her back with a thud, and something very solid, not to mention warm and smelling really good, fell on top of her. The , person, struggled off of her. On the way down, her eyes had closed, and she opened them and sat up. Sitting on the floor beside her was Draco Malfoy. His icy blue eyes wore a surprised look. "Ouch," she managed in a whisper.
He seemed to have snapped out of a trance. "Watch where you're going, Granger," he snapped and got to his feet.
She glared at him. "It wasn't MY fault, you're the one that ran into me," she growled back and got to her feet as well. She swooped down and picked up the books she had been carrying. Then she swept past him, muttered the password to the portrait, and ambled inside in a bad mood. Pansy and Brianna were sitting on the couch whispering, probably plotting against someone. (Little did Hermione know...) She walked up the spiral staircase to her room and slammed the door behind her when she entered.
"Yeesh, bad day?" Hannah asked, not looking up from the book she was reading.
"Yeah," Hermione sighed as she sat down on the edge of her bed, carelessly throwing her books aside. How can someone so hot, be so mean? She thought angrily. She glared at the pile of books as though it were their fault. Well, part of her bad mood WAS their fault. She was getting sick of being Miss Perfect and people depending on her to get good grades. Sick of people thinking she was a goody goody and couldn't get a boyfriend...the list would have went on and on, but the anxiety of it all was getting to her.
She stood up. "I think I'll go shower now," she told Hannah, and began digging through her drawers for clean pair of pajamas. Then she headed down back down the staircase and into the common room, a mumble from Hannah barely reaching her ears. Pansy and Brianna were nowhere to be seen. She exited the common room and slowly made her way to the girls' prefect bathroom, which was behind a portrait of a fairy right next to the boys'.
Brianna was standing near the sinks when she walked in, and there was a pair of feet in the only toilet stall that worked. (Moaning Myrtle had ventured over to these parts and the toilets were to be shortly repaired.) "Hurry up, Pansy," Brianna said when she saw Hermione. Hermione thought nothing of it and lay her belongings near one of the showers. But first she had to pee, so she waited until Pansy came out.
Pansy was carrying her wand when she finally did come out, and she and Brianna left. Hermione heard them giggling out in the corridor. Probably over some boy.
Oh how very wrong she was.
Hermione entered the stall, pulled down her knickers, and sat on the cold seat. She had an odd sensation, and she tried to get back up. But she wouldn't budge. "What the..." she muttered, and continued to struggle to get up. But she seemed to be stuck to the seat. Pansy. Anger surged through her. They must have been using some sort of code talk when I entered, so they could glue me to the seat! She reached inside her pocket for her wand, but soon remembered that it was lying with the books in her bedroom.
She put her face in her hands and screamed. This SO did not improve her day!
After minutes of continued struggling, she finally realized that she wasn't getting of this toilet seat without her wand. How on earth was she going to get someone's attention? It would probably be hours before someone realized that she was missing. Maybe if I call for help... "Help! Is anybody out there?" she screamed at the top of her lungs. No answer. "I said HELP! ANYBODY!" Still no answer. "Dammit, I'm stuck to the toilet seat, somebody help me!"
The minutes went by, and every now and then, she would scream for help again. And FINALLY, after at least an hour or so, Hermione heard the door open. "Hello?" came an all to familiar voice.
"Malfoy?" Hermione gasped. "What the heck are you doing in here?"
"I heard someone, obviously you, screaming for help on my way to the boys' bathroom," he said simply. She could hear his footsteps nearing the stall.
"Well how on earth did you get the password to the girls'?" she snapped back, completely ignoring the embarrassing fact that Draco Malfoy was around in this embarrassing situation.
"I have my ways Granger. Now, what the heck are you calling for help for? Having 'problems'?" He chuckled at his own joke.
Hermione sighed. "Just go get Professor McGonagall."
She could now see his feet, right outside of the stall, and he seemed to be leaning against the door. "Why should I?"
"Malfoy, just go get her. PLEASE!"
He chuckled again. "Never thought I would hear you say that to me-"
"MALFOY!" she roared. "I'M NOT IN THE MOOD, JUST GET HER!"
"Now, now Granger. No need to raise your voice. If you tell me what's wrong I'll get her. If not, I'm leaving." His voice had a tone of finality.
Hermione sighed. This was her onlt hope. But what if he just left when she told him and told everyone? Oh well, life is risky. "Imgluedtotheseat," she muttered quickly.
"What?" he asked.
"I said, I'm glued to the seta," she growled slowly.
"Still didn't catch that," he replied with a hint of amusement in his voice.
Hermione took a deep breath. "I --SAID-I-AM-GLUED-TO-THE-SEAT!"
Malfoy busted out laughing. "It's not funny! Now get Professor McGonagall, or I swear, when I get out, I'll hex you!"
"How did you-"
"NOW!"
"Fine, fine, I'm going," he muttered. Hermione heard his footsteps fade away, the portrait swing open, and close. She out her head in her hands again.
"Why me?" she mumbled. "WHY ME?"
Professor McGonagall came only a few minutes afterwards and knocked on the stall. "Miss Granger, is everything all right?"
Hermione's head bolted up. Part of her hadn't been expecting him to actually get her. "Professor McGonagall," she groaned. "I'm stuck to the seat."
"Excuse me?"
"Someone put glue on the seat, and I'm stuck," she said more loudly.
She didn't tell who it was. She would get revenge. Oh yes, she would surely get revenge...Pansy Parkinson and Brianna Whatever the heck her name is will pay!
McGonagall unlocked the door with her and pushed it open. Hermione tried her best to cover herself as much as she could. McGonagall Pointed the wooden stick at the lid, and muttered, a spell. It took a few more tries to finally get Hermione off. McGonagall walked out of the stall so she could pull on her clothing properly, and when Hermione came out, she looked up. "Miss Granger, do you know WHO put glue on the seat?" Hermione shook her head. Lying to teachers just wasn't Hermioneish, but now was an exception. "Well, I'll certainly be checking the seat before I sit down now," McGonagall chuckled. "Good night Mss Granger."
Hermione didn't reply. The thoughts of revenge were lingering on her mind.
~D~
Draco walked back to the common room grinning. He could embarrass Granger good now...Pansy and Brianna were sitting on one of the couches with a few other girls, and they were all laughing about something. "What's so funny?" he snorted.
Pansy stood up and walked over to him when she saw him, immediately enlacing his ram with her own. "Oh Drakie, Brianna and I got the Mudblood good this time!" she said smiling triumphantly. "We put glue on the toilet seat just before she went in the stall, and she still hasn't come back!" she giggled, as did a few of the other girls.
He pretended not to know anything about it and laughed with them. If they knew it had been he who had got the teacher for her...But she had been so helpless. And she had actually said PLEASE to him. He shook his head and excused himself. Oh great, helping Mudbloods now. What will happen next?
He walked up to his dorm and sat on the edge of his bed, all thoughts of that note he had found were gone. Thomas walked in only minutes after he did. He was wearing a pair of shorts, and Draco was glad to see that his eyes had only been playing tricks on him and that his legs WEREN'T shaved.
"Hey Draco," Thomas said cheerfully.
"Hey," he replied.
He lay back and stared at the ceiling. All thoughts were on Granger.
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