WARNING: This fic WILL be hard to follow. There are various interweaving plotlines that I must write, and some chapters may interrupt the doings of other characters in the previous chapter.
THIS CHAPTER PICKS UP FROM CHAPTER 2
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Chapter 3
Dumbledore sat on a rock near the lake, with Hermione sitting on the ground in front of him, Draco leaning on a tree to her left. Dumbledore had thought this would be a lovely place to "discuss matters", as he put it.
"Now then," the Headmaster began, "I believe we should discuss the duties you will be responsible for as Head Boy and Girl. You must organize the Prefects' patrolling schedule, be sure that no students are out of bed past curfew, a duty which the prefects will also see to, and, this year, it has been decided that the Head Boy and Girl will plan a social gathering of some sort or another."
"A social event? What sort of social event do you mean, Professor?" asked Hermione. She had a good idea of what Professor Dumbledore meant, but she hoped she was wrong.
"I mean, Miss Granger, something along the lines of a ball or party. Something that will stimulate inter-house relationships."
Draco stood up straight from his slouched position on the tree. "If that's all then, Professor, I'll be heading back to my Common Room. I'm rather tired."
Hermione glared at Draco. How dare he! Talking to the Headmaster like that, I'm surprised he hasn't been expelled! Dumbledore held up his hand. "But that is not all, Mister Malfoy. As Head students, the two of you are granted your own sleeping quarters and common room, if you wish." He paused, waiting for their answer.
"No, Professor. It's all right. We're fine where we are," Hermione responded quickly. There was no way that she was going to spend a year sharing a common room with Malfoy.
"Actually, Professor, I disagree with Granger. My own common room and quarters would be beneficial to my studies," Draco drawled, smirking at Hermione.
"I see," said Dumbledore. "I cannot allow only one person to use that area. It must either be both of you, or neither. Since the two of you seem to not agree, I believe we shall use a form of Muggle decision making that I find quite helpful in theses situations." Hermione saw Draco's look of disgust at the mention of something muggle-ish. "We shall toss a coin." Dumbledore searched his robes. "Ah…Do either of you have a coin on your person? I seem to not have one."
"A Malfoy keeps his money away until it is needed, to prevent theft," sneered Draco.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "I have one, Professor." She reached inside her robe pocket and pulled out a bronze knut. She handed the coin to Dumbledore.
"Thank you, Miss Granger. Now, let's see… yes! Heads, you reside in your own quarters, tails, you remain in your house dormitories. One, two three…" Dumbledore flipped the knut in the air and caught it. He placed it on his wrist and covered it with his hands. Slowly, he uncovered it, and held out his hand for the two Heads to see.
Oh God. It's heads. Could this year possibly get any worse?
*****
Orwen stood over the boiling cauldron of water, stirring slowly. Orgoch stepped over to the cauldron with various herbs in her hand. One by one, she threw them into the large black pot. Orddu walked into the room and stopped to look at the boiling contents. "Is it ready, sisters?"
The spoon was raised from the pot. "Indeed, Orddu."
"Then let us begin."
The sisters who are one formed a circle around the bubbling cauldron. They joined their raised hands, and recited a spell. Thick, visible vapors rose from the cauldron. The Norns tilted back their heads and inhaled deeply. In their minds, a picture appeared, then another, and another. The future flashed before their immortal eyes.
In an instant, the vapors disappeared. The cottage returned to its former state. The sisters dropped their hands and brought their heads back to a normal position. Orwen flicked her fingers, and the cauldron disappeared, along with its rapidly cooling contents.
"Harry Potter will be in danger."
"Hs friends must help him."
"Will he make the choice?"
"Sisters, we must wait. The Boy Who Lived will choose as he must."
*****
"Are you really serious? You have to share a dormitory with Malfoy?!"
Hermione sighed. "For the fifth time, Ron, yes. I have to share a dormitory with Malfoy. I told you, it wasn't my choice! I lost to luck, fair and square."
"That's mental! What goes on in the mind of that barmy codger? Doesn't he realize that Malfoy will probably try to kill you?"
Harry stepped in. "Ron, I think Hermione is smart enough that she can hold her own in a fight."
"But what if he attacks her in her sleep? How does she protect herself then?"
"I'm sure that she can ward herself against that somehow. You're probably not making her feel any better with those 'What ifs'."
"Will you two please stop talking about me as though I'm not here? It's very irritating. And that will be enough on the subject, Ron. If Dumbledore has said that I'm to sleep in the Head dormitory, then I trust his judgment."
"But- -."
"No, Ron."
Ron let out an exasperated sigh and threw up his hands. "Alright then, 'Mione, but if you die, don't say I didn't warn you."
Hermione looked at him. "A person can't say much of anything when they're dead, can they?" Ron closed his eyes and shook his head. "Well, come on you two, help me with this trunk. I refuse to make the house elves do it."
The three Gryffindors lifted the heavy trunk and set off through the portrait hole.
A/N: Because I am a mean person, I'm going to end it here. Also, I kind of have to do my homework. Stupid school.
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