"Draco, Draco, wake up, we will is super if we don't leave soon," said
Hermione in a whisper just loud enough for Draco to hear. They had fallen
asleep on the couch, and had missed all of there classes left for that day.
Luckily for Hermione, being the student that she was, she was almost a week
ahead of herself homework wise. The fire place had been lighted for them,
and for once Hermione was glad for the House elves, It would have been
incredibly cold in the room if not for that fire.
"Just five more minutes Lucinda," murmured Draco.
"Lucinda?" asked Hermione in a slightly jealous voice. It seemed that jealousy was one of the effects of the potion; at least it was for her. "Who is this 'Lucinda' person Draco?"
"Oh, sorry Hermione, Lucinda is my personal house elf at home," explained Draco. At the mention of house elves, Hermione's brow furrowed slightly. "Oh, don't worry, I treat her very well," Draco was quick to explain, he knew how Hermione had felt about the so called "Enslavement" of house elves, "She is the only one, besides my mother who gives a dam about me, besides you. And at home she was the one who took care of me when my mother was unable to; you know with the whole no emotions rule."
"Oh, well, that's okay then."
"How about we just send up for some food from the kitchens? That way we can eat together for once, and not at separate tables," Draco suggested.
"That sounds wonderful Draco." Draco went over to the fire place and sprinkled some bright blue powder into it. He then placed his request.
"How did you do that?" asked Hermione. She had seen the kind of magic that could send someone's face trough the fire but never anything that acted like a phone.
"Telic powder, it lets the who ever you need to talk to hear you. The food should be up shortly." Until the food arrived they sat and talked about all sorts if things. It seemed that Draco had a much greater interest with the muggle world then he appeared to have.
There was a knock on the door signaling that the food was there.
"It's just like ordering pizza," giggled Hermione.
"Ordering what?" asked a very puzzled Draco.
"I'll tell you about it over dinner."
"Okay then." When they opened the door they found Dobby standing there with what looked like a very heavy platter of food.
"Hello Hermione Granger, how is you?" asked Dobby as he walked into the room and set the platter down. A wonderful aroma was coming from it, and reminded Hermione of just how hungry she was.
"I'm fine Dobby, and how are you."
"Dobby is fine, oh hello Mister Malfoy."
"Hey Dobby."
"Oh Dobby, I see you bought some new socks," said Hermione.
"Yes I did, do you like them?"
"There very nice Dobby." In truth, they were the most awful shade of Greenish-Brown Hermione had ever seen, and had bright pink poka-dots on them.
"Well, Dobby must be going now, we is just cleaning up in the kitchen, and could only be spared for a few minutes. Good bye."
"Good bye Dobby," they both said as the door was swinging shut. Dinner looked fabulous. There were chicken wings, slices of ham, mashed potatoes, carrots and a salad. For desert there were four large brownies. During dinner they talked and laughed. Hermione explained pizza and delivery, and Draco told jokes. It was sort of like going on a date, except for being right at home.
As diner was ending, Hermione brought up the subject she had been trying to avoid talking about until now.
"Draco, about something you said earlier, you have to go and see, Dumbledore. I'll come with you of course; well actually I don't have that much of a chose but to come. Or I can wait out side the door, that should be close enough."
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"Just five more minutes Lucinda," murmured Draco.
"Lucinda?" asked Hermione in a slightly jealous voice. It seemed that jealousy was one of the effects of the potion; at least it was for her. "Who is this 'Lucinda' person Draco?"
"Oh, sorry Hermione, Lucinda is my personal house elf at home," explained Draco. At the mention of house elves, Hermione's brow furrowed slightly. "Oh, don't worry, I treat her very well," Draco was quick to explain, he knew how Hermione had felt about the so called "Enslavement" of house elves, "She is the only one, besides my mother who gives a dam about me, besides you. And at home she was the one who took care of me when my mother was unable to; you know with the whole no emotions rule."
"Oh, well, that's okay then."
"How about we just send up for some food from the kitchens? That way we can eat together for once, and not at separate tables," Draco suggested.
"That sounds wonderful Draco." Draco went over to the fire place and sprinkled some bright blue powder into it. He then placed his request.
"How did you do that?" asked Hermione. She had seen the kind of magic that could send someone's face trough the fire but never anything that acted like a phone.
"Telic powder, it lets the who ever you need to talk to hear you. The food should be up shortly." Until the food arrived they sat and talked about all sorts if things. It seemed that Draco had a much greater interest with the muggle world then he appeared to have.
There was a knock on the door signaling that the food was there.
"It's just like ordering pizza," giggled Hermione.
"Ordering what?" asked a very puzzled Draco.
"I'll tell you about it over dinner."
"Okay then." When they opened the door they found Dobby standing there with what looked like a very heavy platter of food.
"Hello Hermione Granger, how is you?" asked Dobby as he walked into the room and set the platter down. A wonderful aroma was coming from it, and reminded Hermione of just how hungry she was.
"I'm fine Dobby, and how are you."
"Dobby is fine, oh hello Mister Malfoy."
"Hey Dobby."
"Oh Dobby, I see you bought some new socks," said Hermione.
"Yes I did, do you like them?"
"There very nice Dobby." In truth, they were the most awful shade of Greenish-Brown Hermione had ever seen, and had bright pink poka-dots on them.
"Well, Dobby must be going now, we is just cleaning up in the kitchen, and could only be spared for a few minutes. Good bye."
"Good bye Dobby," they both said as the door was swinging shut. Dinner looked fabulous. There were chicken wings, slices of ham, mashed potatoes, carrots and a salad. For desert there were four large brownies. During dinner they talked and laughed. Hermione explained pizza and delivery, and Draco told jokes. It was sort of like going on a date, except for being right at home.
As diner was ending, Hermione brought up the subject she had been trying to avoid talking about until now.
"Draco, about something you said earlier, you have to go and see, Dumbledore. I'll come with you of course; well actually I don't have that much of a chose but to come. Or I can wait out side the door, that should be close enough."
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