As Hermionie walked briskly down the halls of Hogwarts trying to ignore the
invisible Slytherin flying around in loopy-loops, holding up to his promise
of 'brushing' against her every so often. 'Or rather smacking into me every
few seconds!' she thought viciously. 'I don't even know why I'm acting like
this; he's given me no reason to enjoy his company yet I feel like a bloody
lovesick puppy! Hormones will be the death of me!' she thought in
exasperation as Draco momentarily turned visible and shone his infamous
smirk a few yards in front of her.
"Do try to keep up! I'm bored of waiting for you!"
"Well then don't!" she hissed. "Go ahead with out me and make sure that we still have a common room!" Draco disappeared and Hermionie sighed trudged along.
"Oh No!" came a shriek from the hospital wing, Harry's ears caught the sound and he broke into a run hoping his best friend was still in one piece.
"Ron! Whatsthematter!" screeched Harry. Rod sat deathly pale in his bed and Harry instantly recognized the blood red envelope. it was a howler. Rod sat speechless with a look of pure horror on his face and Harry stood rooted to the spot. The moment of dread was broken by the Howler bursting open and well.howling!
"RONALD WEASELY!!! I AM SO ASHAMED OF YOU I CANNOT DESCRIBE IN WORDS! PUTTING A STUDENT IN A COMA! YOU MAY HAVE IGNORED THE RULES BEFORE BUT I THOUGHT WE TAUGHT YOU BETTER THAN TO EVER EVEN THINK OF STARTING A FIGHT AND PUTTING ANOTHER STUDENTS LIFE IN DANGER! I HOPE YOU NEVER FORGET THIS BECAUSE IF YOU PUT ANOTHER TOE OUT OF LINE I WON'T THINK TWICE FROM PULLING YOU OUT OF HOGWARTS!!!!"
And with that last comment still echoing throughout the infirmary, the howler burst into flames and disappeared. Ron was so mortified he barely noticed the other students in the infirmary starting to whisper and a small crowd forming in the doorway, made of kids who had heard Ron's misfortune looking curiously about for Ron himself. Though it was quite obvious because he was the only one who looked like he had seen Voldemort.
"Whoa. I'm surprised Malfoy didn't jump up and try hexing us for disturbing his beauty sleep!" Said Harry in a half-hearted attempt to cheer Ron up.
".Speaking of beauty sleep" said Ron recovering slightly, "He doesn't look too good does he?" Pointing to the bed-ridden 16-year-old.
" Yeah, like he's getting worse, not better, I mean you didn't beat him up that bad! He doesn't even have any scars!"
"uh. did you.umm.talk to Hermionie?." Asked Ron timidly.
"Well. I did. but she's still mad at you and I think she knows something about Malfoy that we don't." replied his friend.
Draco Malfoy glided into his common room ignoring the intimidating stone witch who stood guard. As he entered he was relived to find that the chairs were right side up, the lamps were in one piece, the paintings were in mint condition and best of all the frozen poltergeist was still hanging in mid- air in the same spot he had left him
Draco Malfoy circled Peeves and tried to decipher what Peeves had meant when he had called him 'another'. Draco was in no case dim-witted. He knew very well that the only thing Peeves would enjoy is another's misery, which meant that Draco's condition had to be horrid indeed. He also concluded that there was only one thing that 'another' could mean in this case, though he didn't want to admit it, he didn't have a choice. Draco was obviously a poltergeist. How that had come to happen was beyond him but Draco knew that his only chance of survival lay in the mischievous being before him.
Hermione heard someone shout faintly in the distance. She hoped that Draco had not taken time to torment students or that Peeves had not been unbound. As she picked up her pace she started thinking, what would happen if I couldn't save him? I'm sure he can still participate in the play but I don't think that his parents will be very happy! Hermione shuddered as she imagined what Lucious Malfoy would do to the Weaselies if he sound out their three youngest sons had turned his heir into a.what was he anyways? Hermione knew the answer to that already but for some reason she didn't want to admit it, it was like admitting she had lost. Because Poltergeist was one of the very few subjects she knew only a trace about. She knew that something (she wasn't sure what), something rare had to happen in order to make a poltergeist.
'I know that ghosts are made when something terribly awful happens during their death that they want to revenge, but Draco's not dead, he might want to get revenge from the Weaselies. but he's not a ghost.well not really'
With these thoughts Hermione absentmindedly crashed into the statue blocking the doorway for their common room. She quietly uttered the spell and silently stuck her head through the doorway. With one quick sweep of the room she saw it was okay to enter and Draco and Peeves weren't causing any trouble. Once she entered she noticed Draco at the far end of the room standing at the large French windows looking very thoughtful. He had let his guard down and his mask as well; she could see his face betraying him. He was concerned after all! And the look on his face told her well enough why he had been chosen for Head Boy, he was obviously no one to be trifled with.Just how far deep did those eyes go? .
Ha! "I'm back with a whole list full of new insults! I've been on dope, suspenseful with a pencil, ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol! Cuz sometimes man it just seems that everybody only wants to discuss me!" that wuz Slim Shady or Eminem.! I just llllllllooooove him!
"Do try to keep up! I'm bored of waiting for you!"
"Well then don't!" she hissed. "Go ahead with out me and make sure that we still have a common room!" Draco disappeared and Hermionie sighed trudged along.
"Oh No!" came a shriek from the hospital wing, Harry's ears caught the sound and he broke into a run hoping his best friend was still in one piece.
"Ron! Whatsthematter!" screeched Harry. Rod sat deathly pale in his bed and Harry instantly recognized the blood red envelope. it was a howler. Rod sat speechless with a look of pure horror on his face and Harry stood rooted to the spot. The moment of dread was broken by the Howler bursting open and well.howling!
"RONALD WEASELY!!! I AM SO ASHAMED OF YOU I CANNOT DESCRIBE IN WORDS! PUTTING A STUDENT IN A COMA! YOU MAY HAVE IGNORED THE RULES BEFORE BUT I THOUGHT WE TAUGHT YOU BETTER THAN TO EVER EVEN THINK OF STARTING A FIGHT AND PUTTING ANOTHER STUDENTS LIFE IN DANGER! I HOPE YOU NEVER FORGET THIS BECAUSE IF YOU PUT ANOTHER TOE OUT OF LINE I WON'T THINK TWICE FROM PULLING YOU OUT OF HOGWARTS!!!!"
And with that last comment still echoing throughout the infirmary, the howler burst into flames and disappeared. Ron was so mortified he barely noticed the other students in the infirmary starting to whisper and a small crowd forming in the doorway, made of kids who had heard Ron's misfortune looking curiously about for Ron himself. Though it was quite obvious because he was the only one who looked like he had seen Voldemort.
"Whoa. I'm surprised Malfoy didn't jump up and try hexing us for disturbing his beauty sleep!" Said Harry in a half-hearted attempt to cheer Ron up.
".Speaking of beauty sleep" said Ron recovering slightly, "He doesn't look too good does he?" Pointing to the bed-ridden 16-year-old.
" Yeah, like he's getting worse, not better, I mean you didn't beat him up that bad! He doesn't even have any scars!"
"uh. did you.umm.talk to Hermionie?." Asked Ron timidly.
"Well. I did. but she's still mad at you and I think she knows something about Malfoy that we don't." replied his friend.
Draco Malfoy glided into his common room ignoring the intimidating stone witch who stood guard. As he entered he was relived to find that the chairs were right side up, the lamps were in one piece, the paintings were in mint condition and best of all the frozen poltergeist was still hanging in mid- air in the same spot he had left him
Draco Malfoy circled Peeves and tried to decipher what Peeves had meant when he had called him 'another'. Draco was in no case dim-witted. He knew very well that the only thing Peeves would enjoy is another's misery, which meant that Draco's condition had to be horrid indeed. He also concluded that there was only one thing that 'another' could mean in this case, though he didn't want to admit it, he didn't have a choice. Draco was obviously a poltergeist. How that had come to happen was beyond him but Draco knew that his only chance of survival lay in the mischievous being before him.
Hermione heard someone shout faintly in the distance. She hoped that Draco had not taken time to torment students or that Peeves had not been unbound. As she picked up her pace she started thinking, what would happen if I couldn't save him? I'm sure he can still participate in the play but I don't think that his parents will be very happy! Hermione shuddered as she imagined what Lucious Malfoy would do to the Weaselies if he sound out their three youngest sons had turned his heir into a.what was he anyways? Hermione knew the answer to that already but for some reason she didn't want to admit it, it was like admitting she had lost. Because Poltergeist was one of the very few subjects she knew only a trace about. She knew that something (she wasn't sure what), something rare had to happen in order to make a poltergeist.
'I know that ghosts are made when something terribly awful happens during their death that they want to revenge, but Draco's not dead, he might want to get revenge from the Weaselies. but he's not a ghost.well not really'
With these thoughts Hermione absentmindedly crashed into the statue blocking the doorway for their common room. She quietly uttered the spell and silently stuck her head through the doorway. With one quick sweep of the room she saw it was okay to enter and Draco and Peeves weren't causing any trouble. Once she entered she noticed Draco at the far end of the room standing at the large French windows looking very thoughtful. He had let his guard down and his mask as well; she could see his face betraying him. He was concerned after all! And the look on his face told her well enough why he had been chosen for Head Boy, he was obviously no one to be trifled with.Just how far deep did those eyes go? .
Ha! "I'm back with a whole list full of new insults! I've been on dope, suspenseful with a pencil, ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol! Cuz sometimes man it just seems that everybody only wants to discuss me!" that wuz Slim Shady or Eminem.! I just llllllllooooove him!