Goyle laughed loudly in his chair over breakfast the next morning. Draco
was in a foul mood because of a meeting with BR that evening and his friend
(or so-called friend)'s joyous laughter irritated him immensly.
"Share your joke with the rest of us or keep that unnecessary noise to yourself." Draco said rudely.
Goyle looked at him briefly, Draco sure did seem to need a burst of happiness. "Ok, I'll read it out to you. It's from Hermione."
Draco's mood dropped to an even fouler one by about ten times. It seemed like today was not going to turn out very well.
Goyle however, unaware of his 'friend's' thoughts started reading.
Dear Gregory, How nice it is to call you by your first name! It's a very nice name if you think about it. Gregory Goyle 4 Hermione Goyle! I think that is sweet. We even have the same first letter for our last names! How are you these days? It's a shame we're not in the same house, I feel an urge to see you more often.
Goyle stopped at this point and said, "I don't think I should read further."
Pansy, who had been listening said, "Why? I insist you keep reading! Who would have thought Granger was romantic?"
Goyle hesitated and then thrust the letter under Pansy's stuck up nose and Draco guessed that there was something there which Goyle didn't want him to see. Something about him most likely.
This is what Pansy read,
I have the most utterly horrifying news! All the prefects are to have our own Common Room (we're allowed to go into our house's still of course) and that means that I will have to see Malfoy like every second of the day! It's bad enough having to sit next to him in A. Potions, but sharing the same Common Room?! I know you regard him highly, but I feel he does not treat everyone as well as he treats you and Pansy.if only you were Prefect instead of him!
This was what had made Goyle laugh. Him, a prefect? Not in a million years. Pansy uttered a sigh of envy. She still hadn't forgiven Draco for being mad at her last night but he still was all the girls of Hogwarts' angel and did not want to let go of him unless she had too (which she felt was never).
"Draco, you never told us that the prefects were getting their own Common Room!" Pansy exclaimed.
"Please still come into ours, I'm sure you would much rather be in our company that the mudblood's and others."
Draco shrugged carelessly. "Why? Did Granger say that she hates the sight of me?" "Don't you hate the sight of her?" Pansy asked accusingly.
Draco shrugged again and looked down at his toast. Pansy knew there was something going on. Draco would usually have screamed out loud at the thought of seeing Hermione everyday.
'Draco, do you like her?" asked Pansy slowly.
"What?!" Draco shouted shocked. He forced a smirk upon his weary face. "Guess I have to try and get her trust if I succeed in luring her into our trap." Pansy smiled, and Draco instantly wished he had never opened his mouth.
*
Hermione opened up the letter that Goyle had just passed along.
Dear my sweetest, loveliest Hermione, How very glad to know that you feel exactly the same way as I feel about you. I have an urge to see you more often too. How about we meet sometime behind the quidditch field by the whomping willow? Write back with some ideas. Draco is actually a nice person, you just don't know him well enough. I wish I was sitting next to you in A. Potions, maybe I could ask him if he could swap seats with me!
"Miss Granger!"
Hermione looked up, startled at Professor McGonagall's call. "Yes, professor?"
"I would like you to answer that question I just asked the class."
Hermione felt the warm flush rising up her cheeks as she realised that she had not been listening to Professor McGonagall and had absolutely no idea what so ever to the question that was being asked, let alone the answer.
"Um." What's the question? She frantically thought to herself.
Professor McGonagall looked at Hermione, eyeing her with suspicion. Hermione had never acted like this in class before.
Harry quickly gave slipped something underneath her arm and she gently moved it so that she could read the little bit of paper.
Why did Alastair Flounder decide to disguise transfigure himself into a piece of clothing?
"Because he needed to escape from the Ministry of Magic and by being a piece of clothing, he was able to sneak into a traveller's suitcase and travel with them to another country."
Professor McGonagall relaxed as she realised that Hermione was still the Hermione she knew. "Perfect answer Miss Granger. Ten points to Gryffindor."
Hermione smiled and then looked at Harry, mouthing a silent 'Thanks.' Harry grinned and mouthed 'No worries' and they both returned their attention to Professor McGonagall who was now telling the class about the importance of transfiguring oneself into an object.
Suddenly there was a thud as Draco fainted from his seat at the other end of the classroom and a shriek as Pansy screamed, stood up from her chair and leapt forward to see what was wrong.
Startled, Professor McGonagall shouted, "Someone quickly get Madam Pomfrey!"
The whole class turned around to stare astounded at the limp, blonde figure on the floor.
But nobody noticed the tiny slip of parchment clutched tightly in Draco's hand.
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Author's Notes: Hello!~ Hope you've liked it so far. Thanks to all the people who have reviewed! We are always looking forward to the questions and suggestions. The more the better! Finally there are ten chapters! Anyway, to everyone who's been wondering why we have Goyle: Well, we wanted to make our story original but we promise you that all will turn out. And also, to everyone who's been saying there has been a lack of romance: There's some coming soon! Plus, since we are planning to make this a very long story, if romance blooms in it too soon, there will be too much fluff and stuff and people might get bored with it near the end. But romance is around the corner, so don't be disappointed! Please review!!~ ^o^ ~
"Share your joke with the rest of us or keep that unnecessary noise to yourself." Draco said rudely.
Goyle looked at him briefly, Draco sure did seem to need a burst of happiness. "Ok, I'll read it out to you. It's from Hermione."
Draco's mood dropped to an even fouler one by about ten times. It seemed like today was not going to turn out very well.
Goyle however, unaware of his 'friend's' thoughts started reading.
Dear Gregory, How nice it is to call you by your first name! It's a very nice name if you think about it. Gregory Goyle 4 Hermione Goyle! I think that is sweet. We even have the same first letter for our last names! How are you these days? It's a shame we're not in the same house, I feel an urge to see you more often.
Goyle stopped at this point and said, "I don't think I should read further."
Pansy, who had been listening said, "Why? I insist you keep reading! Who would have thought Granger was romantic?"
Goyle hesitated and then thrust the letter under Pansy's stuck up nose and Draco guessed that there was something there which Goyle didn't want him to see. Something about him most likely.
This is what Pansy read,
I have the most utterly horrifying news! All the prefects are to have our own Common Room (we're allowed to go into our house's still of course) and that means that I will have to see Malfoy like every second of the day! It's bad enough having to sit next to him in A. Potions, but sharing the same Common Room?! I know you regard him highly, but I feel he does not treat everyone as well as he treats you and Pansy.if only you were Prefect instead of him!
This was what had made Goyle laugh. Him, a prefect? Not in a million years. Pansy uttered a sigh of envy. She still hadn't forgiven Draco for being mad at her last night but he still was all the girls of Hogwarts' angel and did not want to let go of him unless she had too (which she felt was never).
"Draco, you never told us that the prefects were getting their own Common Room!" Pansy exclaimed.
"Please still come into ours, I'm sure you would much rather be in our company that the mudblood's and others."
Draco shrugged carelessly. "Why? Did Granger say that she hates the sight of me?" "Don't you hate the sight of her?" Pansy asked accusingly.
Draco shrugged again and looked down at his toast. Pansy knew there was something going on. Draco would usually have screamed out loud at the thought of seeing Hermione everyday.
'Draco, do you like her?" asked Pansy slowly.
"What?!" Draco shouted shocked. He forced a smirk upon his weary face. "Guess I have to try and get her trust if I succeed in luring her into our trap." Pansy smiled, and Draco instantly wished he had never opened his mouth.
*
Hermione opened up the letter that Goyle had just passed along.
Dear my sweetest, loveliest Hermione, How very glad to know that you feel exactly the same way as I feel about you. I have an urge to see you more often too. How about we meet sometime behind the quidditch field by the whomping willow? Write back with some ideas. Draco is actually a nice person, you just don't know him well enough. I wish I was sitting next to you in A. Potions, maybe I could ask him if he could swap seats with me!
"Miss Granger!"
Hermione looked up, startled at Professor McGonagall's call. "Yes, professor?"
"I would like you to answer that question I just asked the class."
Hermione felt the warm flush rising up her cheeks as she realised that she had not been listening to Professor McGonagall and had absolutely no idea what so ever to the question that was being asked, let alone the answer.
"Um." What's the question? She frantically thought to herself.
Professor McGonagall looked at Hermione, eyeing her with suspicion. Hermione had never acted like this in class before.
Harry quickly gave slipped something underneath her arm and she gently moved it so that she could read the little bit of paper.
Why did Alastair Flounder decide to disguise transfigure himself into a piece of clothing?
"Because he needed to escape from the Ministry of Magic and by being a piece of clothing, he was able to sneak into a traveller's suitcase and travel with them to another country."
Professor McGonagall relaxed as she realised that Hermione was still the Hermione she knew. "Perfect answer Miss Granger. Ten points to Gryffindor."
Hermione smiled and then looked at Harry, mouthing a silent 'Thanks.' Harry grinned and mouthed 'No worries' and they both returned their attention to Professor McGonagall who was now telling the class about the importance of transfiguring oneself into an object.
Suddenly there was a thud as Draco fainted from his seat at the other end of the classroom and a shriek as Pansy screamed, stood up from her chair and leapt forward to see what was wrong.
Startled, Professor McGonagall shouted, "Someone quickly get Madam Pomfrey!"
The whole class turned around to stare astounded at the limp, blonde figure on the floor.
But nobody noticed the tiny slip of parchment clutched tightly in Draco's hand.
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Author's Notes: Hello!~ Hope you've liked it so far. Thanks to all the people who have reviewed! We are always looking forward to the questions and suggestions. The more the better! Finally there are ten chapters! Anyway, to everyone who's been wondering why we have Goyle: Well, we wanted to make our story original but we promise you that all will turn out. And also, to everyone who's been saying there has been a lack of romance: There's some coming soon! Plus, since we are planning to make this a very long story, if romance blooms in it too soon, there will be too much fluff and stuff and people might get bored with it near the end. But romance is around the corner, so don't be disappointed! Please review!!~ ^o^ ~
