Chapter 31-New Powers
A/N Thank You L**ta (That's Hermione Girl) for my HUNDREDTH review. And my dear readers, I have some ideas for another story. Lucky for you all that I am nice; I will finish this story and then start my new one. I wouldn't make you all wait longer for chapters because I am writing two stories at once. *Bows graciously amid cheering readers.*
Disclaimer: *Knock, knock, knock* 'Hmmm, wonder who that could be,' thinks author as she get up to go answer door. *Gasp* "Mrs. Rowling, what a pleasant surprise, come in, come in," Author stutters and stumbles over her words. Readers listen intently. "Author runs into the kitchen and scribbles something on a piece of paper, then runs out of the room, with the paper in one hand and the pen in the other. "Could you sign this please, right here?" Readers hear scratching of a pen and then, "Here you go, miss, have a nice day," and then the shutting of a door. Author comes into the kitchen, stands in the center of the room and yells, "Finally, Harry Potter is MINE, all MINE, see," she shoves paper in front of computer screen. Readers read:
I, Joanne K. Rowling, hereby give the Harry Potter characters and all
related items to Miss ________ _. _________.
Signed,
J K Rowling
J K. Rowling
Author suddenly wakes up to find herself in front of the computer. No, NO, it was all a dream, I DON'T own Draco...and Ginny, Hermione, Harry and Ron too, but most importantly Draco.
Hermione woke up the next morning feeling annoyed. She had not nearly forgotten about her new reputation, and was very annoyed with it, but she had lost her temper. She just took this as her punishment, oh and the fact that Gryffindor held last place for the house cup. She was surprised that so few people had gotten mad at her for losing all those house points, but then again, it wasn't everyday that someone stood up to Snape. She rolled over and kissed Draco's cheek, then squirmed out of bed to get ready for classes.
Draco's POV
Draco felt something running along the back of his neck. He rotated himself so that he was on his back, stopping whatever it was from continuing its trail of tickles. Now he felt it go, barely even touching him, from the tip of his nose to just below his hairline and back again (hmmm, that always makes me feel sleepy, but reading it makes me want to sneeze how weird, but then I am). Finally he opened his eyes and saw Hermione looming over him. This was obviously his wake up call because Hermione and Little Dragon left the room shortly, Hermione saying over her shoulder that she would meet him in the Great Hall. Soon he got up and got ready for the day.
Hermione's POV
Draco entered the Hall slightly late, but oh, well, it was of no consequence. He hadn't slicked back his hair, but spiked it as Hermione had done yesterday, this pleased Hermione. He sat beside her and began to eat. 'Geez, he is almost as bad as Harry and Ron when it comes to food,' Hermione thought as she watched him set about his food ravenously. She herself had already finished her own meal and was just waiting for the boys to finish theirs. She held a conversation with Little Dragon to use up the time. Little Dragon didn't speak for a moment, but when she did speak she was thoughtful,
"Yes, we'll do the latter," Hermione mused aloud, earning several confused glances from her fellow Prefects and the Heads.
"You do realize you said that aloud, right sweetie?" Draco murmured in her ear. Hermione turned pink and shook her head. unconsciously she put her hand to where Pansy had smacked her. Draco agreed. The day passed as usual. Neville lost ten points in Potions and Hermione made them up in Transfiguration, and Harry got some in Defense Against The Dark Arts.
Right after her last class that day (Arithmetic) Hermione rushed up to the common room to meet Draco. Little Dragon was just as excited as she was about them spying on the Slytherins, and she voiced this as they rushed through the halls. Hermione was so shocked at the 'The name is Dragon, Little Dragon,' statement that she stopped altogether. Little Dragon snickered. Hermione stared at her dog for a minute, a calculating look on her face, and then she turned and continued on her way to the common room (I thought that would be an interesting thing to put in. Heeheehee).
At the common room Hermione opened to door to Slytherin a crack. Only a few people were in there and they all had their backs to her, deep in conversation. Little Dragon slipped past her legs and slid into the shadows of the common room. Hermione shut the door quietly behind her and went off to beat Harry at chess; he had challenged her to it in Transfiguration.
Hermione (being helped by Draco) and Harry (being helped by Ron) were playing chess for their third time. Hermione had beat Harry the first time. Then he had called a rematch, which he won. So Hermione had called a tiebreaker. They were halfway through the game and Hermione had a few moves planned out for his demise, but of course things weren't going as planned. He had moved his queen out of her way and taken her knight, which was needed for her plan, and done several other similar things. The game was still favoring Hermione though.
She was thinking of which piece to move and then heard Little Dragon.
Hermione stood up abruptly, knocking the chess set over, and Harry, Ron, and Draco looked alarmed. She ran to the door at the end of the room, hitting her hip on a table on the way, but she didn't care because she felt the bruise heal itself, but kept running, the boys not far behind. She ran into the common room and went to the last door on her left, painted green with a big 'S' on it. She ran through to see the whole Slytherin common room in an uproar.
Little Dragon was in a corner, surrounded by angry Slyterins. "We should Avada the dog right now," one yelled. "We should rip it limb from limb, and torture it," hollered another. "We should drop it off of the North Tower, seeing as how it's the mudbloods dog," Hermione stared at the group, aghast, and felt her anger rise up, along with its faithful companion, Temper.
"I don't quite think that that is necessary, I will take the dog and we will be leaving, thank you," Draco said, louder than all the rest.
"Why should we give it to you, traitor?" The group of Slytherins tightened around the dog, laughing mercilessly. Hermione felt a surge of magic waiting to be unleashed, and she knew that if she didn't take Little Dragon and get out of there she wouldn't be able to hold it back any longer; and this scared her greatly, she had never felt like this before.
"Give it here before I count to three and you all will be unharmed," Hermione heard herself say, but she didn't remember actually thinking of saying that. The Slytherins jeered and jelled as she counted, "One...Two...Three, don't say I didn't warn you," She started to glow red as she had during battle, then she rose a few inches of the ground. She rubbed her hands and slowly pushed them apart, feeling the tension between her palms and the magnetic force that seemed to want to hold them together. She stared at the small green ball of fire that was becoming larger the further apart her hands were. She wanted to stop, or at least wanted to know what the ball of fire would do when released, but found that she couldn't stop. She could feel all her emotions being added to the ball and then threw it at the staring Slytherins. They all dropped to the floor, rolling as the room practically shook with their laughter. Hermione hovered a few minutes, and then smoothly lowered to the floor. Draco wrapped her in his arms where she fainted not tow seconds later. The boys exchanged glances and then walked out of the room with their burden and Little Dragon behind them, leaving all the Slytherins with their laughter.
A/N Thank You L**ta (That's Hermione Girl) for my HUNDREDTH review. And my dear readers, I have some ideas for another story. Lucky for you all that I am nice; I will finish this story and then start my new one. I wouldn't make you all wait longer for chapters because I am writing two stories at once. *Bows graciously amid cheering readers.*
Disclaimer: *Knock, knock, knock* 'Hmmm, wonder who that could be,' thinks author as she get up to go answer door. *Gasp* "Mrs. Rowling, what a pleasant surprise, come in, come in," Author stutters and stumbles over her words. Readers listen intently. "Author runs into the kitchen and scribbles something on a piece of paper, then runs out of the room, with the paper in one hand and the pen in the other. "Could you sign this please, right here?" Readers hear scratching of a pen and then, "Here you go, miss, have a nice day," and then the shutting of a door. Author comes into the kitchen, stands in the center of the room and yells, "Finally, Harry Potter is MINE, all MINE, see," she shoves paper in front of computer screen. Readers read:
I, Joanne K. Rowling, hereby give the Harry Potter characters and all
related items to Miss ________ _. _________.
Signed,
J K Rowling
J K. Rowling
Author suddenly wakes up to find herself in front of the computer. No, NO, it was all a dream, I DON'T own Draco...and Ginny, Hermione, Harry and Ron too, but most importantly Draco.
Hermione woke up the next morning feeling annoyed. She had not nearly forgotten about her new reputation, and was very annoyed with it, but she had lost her temper. She just took this as her punishment, oh and the fact that Gryffindor held last place for the house cup. She was surprised that so few people had gotten mad at her for losing all those house points, but then again, it wasn't everyday that someone stood up to Snape. She rolled over and kissed Draco's cheek, then squirmed out of bed to get ready for classes.
Draco's POV
Draco felt something running along the back of his neck. He rotated himself so that he was on his back, stopping whatever it was from continuing its trail of tickles. Now he felt it go, barely even touching him, from the tip of his nose to just below his hairline and back again (hmmm, that always makes me feel sleepy, but reading it makes me want to sneeze how weird, but then I am). Finally he opened his eyes and saw Hermione looming over him. This was obviously his wake up call because Hermione and Little Dragon left the room shortly, Hermione saying over her shoulder that she would meet him in the Great Hall. Soon he got up and got ready for the day.
Hermione's POV
Draco entered the Hall slightly late, but oh, well, it was of no consequence. He hadn't slicked back his hair, but spiked it as Hermione had done yesterday, this pleased Hermione. He sat beside her and began to eat. 'Geez, he is almost as bad as Harry and Ron when it comes to food,' Hermione thought as she watched him set about his food ravenously. She herself had already finished her own meal and was just waiting for the boys to finish theirs. She held a conversation with Little Dragon to use up the time. Little Dragon didn't speak for a moment, but when she did speak she was thoughtful,
"Yes, we'll do the latter," Hermione mused aloud, earning several confused glances from her fellow Prefects and the Heads.
"You do realize you said that aloud, right sweetie?" Draco murmured in her ear. Hermione turned pink and shook her head. unconsciously she put her hand to where Pansy had smacked her. Draco agreed. The day passed as usual. Neville lost ten points in Potions and Hermione made them up in Transfiguration, and Harry got some in Defense Against The Dark Arts.
Right after her last class that day (Arithmetic) Hermione rushed up to the common room to meet Draco. Little Dragon was just as excited as she was about them spying on the Slytherins, and she voiced this as they rushed through the halls. Hermione was so shocked at the 'The name is Dragon, Little Dragon,' statement that she stopped altogether. Little Dragon snickered. Hermione stared at her dog for a minute, a calculating look on her face, and then she turned and continued on her way to the common room (I thought that would be an interesting thing to put in. Heeheehee).
At the common room Hermione opened to door to Slytherin a crack. Only a few people were in there and they all had their backs to her, deep in conversation. Little Dragon slipped past her legs and slid into the shadows of the common room. Hermione shut the door quietly behind her and went off to beat Harry at chess; he had challenged her to it in Transfiguration.
Hermione (being helped by Draco) and Harry (being helped by Ron) were playing chess for their third time. Hermione had beat Harry the first time. Then he had called a rematch, which he won. So Hermione had called a tiebreaker. They were halfway through the game and Hermione had a few moves planned out for his demise, but of course things weren't going as planned. He had moved his queen out of her way and taken her knight, which was needed for her plan, and done several other similar things. The game was still favoring Hermione though.
She was thinking of which piece to move and then heard Little Dragon.
Hermione stood up abruptly, knocking the chess set over, and Harry, Ron, and Draco looked alarmed. She ran to the door at the end of the room, hitting her hip on a table on the way, but she didn't care because she felt the bruise heal itself, but kept running, the boys not far behind. She ran into the common room and went to the last door on her left, painted green with a big 'S' on it. She ran through to see the whole Slytherin common room in an uproar.
Little Dragon was in a corner, surrounded by angry Slyterins. "We should Avada the dog right now," one yelled. "We should rip it limb from limb, and torture it," hollered another. "We should drop it off of the North Tower, seeing as how it's the mudbloods dog," Hermione stared at the group, aghast, and felt her anger rise up, along with its faithful companion, Temper.
"I don't quite think that that is necessary, I will take the dog and we will be leaving, thank you," Draco said, louder than all the rest.
"Why should we give it to you, traitor?" The group of Slytherins tightened around the dog, laughing mercilessly. Hermione felt a surge of magic waiting to be unleashed, and she knew that if she didn't take Little Dragon and get out of there she wouldn't be able to hold it back any longer; and this scared her greatly, she had never felt like this before.
"Give it here before I count to three and you all will be unharmed," Hermione heard herself say, but she didn't remember actually thinking of saying that. The Slytherins jeered and jelled as she counted, "One...Two...Three, don't say I didn't warn you," She started to glow red as she had during battle, then she rose a few inches of the ground. She rubbed her hands and slowly pushed them apart, feeling the tension between her palms and the magnetic force that seemed to want to hold them together. She stared at the small green ball of fire that was becoming larger the further apart her hands were. She wanted to stop, or at least wanted to know what the ball of fire would do when released, but found that she couldn't stop. She could feel all her emotions being added to the ball and then threw it at the staring Slytherins. They all dropped to the floor, rolling as the room practically shook with their laughter. Hermione hovered a few minutes, and then smoothly lowered to the floor. Draco wrapped her in his arms where she fainted not tow seconds later. The boys exchanged glances and then walked out of the room with their burden and Little Dragon behind them, leaving all the Slytherins with their laughter.
