Turn the Clock Around
D/Hr future fic.
Eh. Screw this. I don't own them. I only own the plot and my witty comments. Like this one.. Err. This sucks. The story will also be @ this address: once it's finalized. Sorry for the fact that I can't get FF.Net to cooperate w/enhancements (bloody italics
and such)-- Sarah
Chapter One... Of New Attitudes, Secret Meetings & Invitations
Hermione ran her fingers through her hair. What am I going to do? She asked herself constantly. Malfoy - the boy that she had hated and had been enemies to the entirety of her existance at Hogwarts, which was now running on the end of it's sixth year...-had read her diary. He knew all about how she had felt for... Well, she couldn't think of it now. She felt a blush creep up her neck when he walked in the class room with that arrogant air of importance that he held, and smirked her. That smirk. She wanted to smack him everytime she saw him wearing it. Just because it made her think twice of how she felt about him. She didn't want to hate him, and she couldn't explain why.
He knew. He knew! How did he come across her diary? The one thing that she kept protected over everything else in her world. Her best friends didn't even know she kept one. Maybe they guessed she did, but she never wrote in it around them or spoke of it to them. They would be jealous, perhaps. For there were things she wouldn't even tell them that she wrote in there. Things she could barely even admit to herself. Oh. What was she going to do!
A rustle came from the door and-finally!-Ron and Harry raced in and grabbed their chairs almost a split second before Snape came stalking into the dungeon. The boys' breath was ragged and they barely made it into their chair before Ron whimpered. "What happened?" Hermione asked, leaning close to them, to hear their story. Ron smirked, and opened his mouth to speak, but Snape beat him to it. "I would like to remind you that none, and I mean absolutely none! of the Weasley twin's works should be used in the hallway, or even on school premises. And if I catch any of you-" His eyes stopped on Harry and Ron and smirked a bit. His smirk wasn't quite as menacing as Malfoy's, but it would make you think twice before you crossed his path. "using them, that you will recieve three days detention with Filch and one day with myself." Hermione glanced over at the boys, who's heads were hanging. Ron's occasionally hit the table and Hermione nudged him. "Ron! What did you two do?" She asked in a shrill whisper. "And also, I would like to remind you, Miss Granger!, that there will be no speaking when I am lecturing! Do you hear me? Do I make myself clear?" Hermione nodded vigourously. "Yes, Professor Snape. I understand." "Next time, I will deduct fifteen points from Gryffindor for your ignorance and incompotence to understanding subordination." Hermione's mouth gaped. How dare he! She was far from ignorant and was always in line! Never did she step across the line. Which she knew made her seem very dull, but school was all that mattered to her anymore. Why mess up? She had to be Head Girl. Or else.. she wouldn't be able to see herself fail. Not again. "MY WHAT?" She shrieked. Snape frowned at her. "Honestly, Miss Granger, Are all Gryffindor's deaf? I said that I would deduct fifteen points from Gryffindor for your ignorance and your incompetence of subordination." He paused for a moment, with a smirk on his face, he was obviously playing with an idea of sorts. "Detention, Miss Granger. You will clean out the vials and make this place... well, not quite sparkling, because I doubt that you could do that." After he finished his lecture, he on to order them to copy all the ingridents to do their next potion. He would not explain what sort of potion it was, or what effects it would have. Only that if it was done wrong, it was potentially fatal. That was just what Neville needed to hear, and he simply dropped to the floor and fainted. That was the third time in the last two weeks.
Hermione had detention the following night, from 7PM to... well, she didn't know how long it would last. Possibly until midnight. Thank the gods she didn't have it tonight. Or else, she didn't know if she'd ever get her diary back. Oh, the diary! Hermione had not thought of anything but that dreaded thing all afternoon!
Hermione groaned as she saw the clock tick eleven. One more hour. Maybe she should leave early? But the note said 'no sooner or later'. Hermione flicked her quill across the room in aggravation. There was no way she could study now. No way at all. The monotonous tone of the clock made her a bit unsettled. Everytime it ticked, it seemed to taunt her. It irked her in a way she couldn't explain.
I wonder what Malfoy's doing? Hermione asked herself with a sudden twitch of a grin pulling at her lips. She smirked and quietly, cautiously walked down to the bottom of the stairs. She sat down, making sure she wasn't visible to the shuffling and rustling noise that came from Malfoy. She saw it. She could have sworn she had seen her diary! It was him! Of course it was, she cursed herself. Who else could it be?
Malfoy smirked a bit and cracked the book open, falling into a chair in the common room. He murmured something under his breath that sounded remarkably like 'foolish mudblood'. Hermione's blood raged. How dare he! Not only calling her... that!, but he was reading her diary, in their common room! Where he knew that she could easily walk down and catch him. And he could taunt her all the greater. Great. Now what to do?
There was a knock at the portrait hole door a few seconds later. Malfoy cursed under his breath and quickly shut the book and hid it under the cushion of the chair. "Who is it?" He growled. "Oh, it's just me, Cho. Can I come in for a moment? I need to ask you and Hermione something, if you're both awake." Hermione grinned and walked out of the stairwell and greeted Cho as Malfoy let her in, reluctantly. "Did I hear you call my name?" She asked, innocently enough. Cho nodded with a smile. "Good evening, Hermione." Hermione nodded in return, then shot Draco a cold glare that almost rivaled his own, and he smirked. "I just came down to let you know that the Prefects and Alexander and I are going to be having a party this weekend. Just for us. I'm sorry. You can't invite anyone onto the Prefect Hall, and we all know it." Hermione nodded, wondering who she would have invited if they would have been able to invite anyone. Probably Neville. Neville, in a lack of words on Hermione's part, was her fall-back guy. He was one of her best friends at the moment and he would sacrifice his world for her. But she didn't care for him like he did her. She wished she did. "But why are we having the party?" Hermione questioned. "Ah, Dearest Granger," Draco said with a menacing grin that made her blood curl. "Why do you have to ask? Don't you realize that we've done such a good job this year- wait. Why are we having a party?" Hermione snorted. Cho laughed. "Because, as you said, Malfoy, Dumbledore thinks we did an excellent job at planning the Halloween and Christmas Balls that he thinks we should celebrate, on our own." Hermione nodded and smiled once more. "Thanks, Cho." "I'll let you know what time it is tomorrow. It's late now. Sorry that I had to come so late. Hannah and Terry just insisted on keeping me over in their common room to chat for a while." With that, she was off.
The tension was unbearable. Hermione glared at Malfoy and turned away. She lumbered up the stairs, loudly. She looked at the enchanted clock and it ticked 11:45. It was almost time! She was positive Malfoy was leaving right then. She would leave in ten minutes time. She would get to the Astronomy Tower on time. For sure.
Hermione groaned as the clock finally reached eleven fifty-five. She raced down the stairs and out the portrait hole, which she received odd looks from the portrait, who was being visited by a friend. At such an hour?, Hermione asked herself, then laughed silently to herself. Who was she to point fingers? But then again... this was a reluctant meeting. The charming lady in a long flowing gown, gave Hermione a questioning look. "Miss Granger, where are you going so late at night? You know that there are things in the halls that go on at night.." "I'm patrolling the halls. It's my night of duty." She smiled. It was true. She had already been out patroling. Then she ran off in the direction of the Astronomy Tower.
Hermione stopped halfway up the stairwell to the Tower. Catching her breath, she started once more. Note to self, she thought, work out. At the top of the stairs, she gasped at the sight. "You're late." She rolled her eyes. "What's the matter, Granger?" "Save it Malfoy. Just hand it over." She stepped up to him and stuck her hands out for her diary. "I don't know what you're talking about." "Malfoy, I saw you with it! Hand me my diary!" "Oh... So that's what it was?" He paused for a moment and smirked. She had never known Malfoy to play dumb, he was honestly no good at it. "Well, I'll just keep it and see if.." "Hand it here, Malfoy!" She said, quickly taking her wand from her robes and thrusting it toward his neck. He yelped. "You wouldn't." Hermione arched an eyebrow. "Oh really, and why not?" Suddenly they heard footsteps and Hermione dropped her wand. Draco smirked. "I knew you wouldn't." "Really, Malfoy? I would. It's just that-" They heard laughter and Hermione stopped and choked. Two figures walked up into the room and joined them. All four looking equally as shocked. "HERMIONE! MALFOY! What are you two doing up here?" Ron's voice squeaked. "You two aren't.." Ron paused for a moment, a new idea sparked in his mind. "Honestly, Hermione. I know you have better taste in men than that." With that he smirked. Hermione flushed at his newly found arrogance. "No, Ron." She spat. "And, obviously," She took one look-over of Ron and started again, "my taste in men aren't exactly the best." She said and it was his turn to frown. Malfoy arched an eyebrow in mild surprise of Hermione's blunt attack on Ron. "Whatever, 'Mione." Ron turned to the dark figure beside him, she hadn't been able to make out who it was for the shadows. Hermione couldn't make out who it was. "Come on Lav, let's go." Hermione's mouth parted a little. She scoffed. The two walked back down the Tower and started roaming the halls.
"So, Are you going to hand it over, or do I have to resort to other matters?" Hermione asked as she tore her eyes away from the place where two of her former best friends had once stood. Hermione couldn't help but feel saddened by this. She had lost so much over the last year at Hogwarts. She was glad that it would be over soon. She wouldn't see Ron or Lavendar for.. well, a summer's length. Draco smirked and brought out the book. But, unlike Hermione had suspected, he cracked it open once more and started to read. "Oh the sorrows of a teenage mudblood." She could hear him smirking, concealing a laugh. He changed his tone of voice to a falsetto tone. "Why must I feel so alone? Harry's been too busy with his training for the war and Ron and I have... well.. drifted apart. Greatly. I had always figured that the three of us would be close, even after death. This is going to sound strange, but I could see the three of us haunting Hogwarts. A few modern day Peeves or such..." Draco snorted at this. "But honestly, that's beside the fact. I hate Ron. I hate him so much for making me love him. And then... what he did to me! I could honestly use on of the Unforgivable Curses on him at this moment! Why did he have to be so cruel? I just want to go home. Maybe, I could. But.. I wouldn't be able to give up Hogwarts.." His voice returned to normal. "Oh the anguish. The pain. The sorrow!" He exclaimed in such a sarcastic tone that it made Hermione wonder if he had a soul. "Give it back Malfoy." She reached for her wand in her robes once more. "Sorry, Granger. I think I'll be keeping this for a while." He smirked and with a swish of his robes, he was gone. Leaving Hermione there to brood.
D/Hr future fic.
Eh. Screw this. I don't own them. I only own the plot and my witty comments. Like this one.. Err. This sucks. The story will also be @ this address: once it's finalized. Sorry for the fact that I can't get FF.Net to cooperate w/enhancements (bloody italics
and such)-- Sarah
Chapter One... Of New Attitudes, Secret Meetings & Invitations
Hermione ran her fingers through her hair. What am I going to do? She asked herself constantly. Malfoy - the boy that she had hated and had been enemies to the entirety of her existance at Hogwarts, which was now running on the end of it's sixth year...-had read her diary. He knew all about how she had felt for... Well, she couldn't think of it now. She felt a blush creep up her neck when he walked in the class room with that arrogant air of importance that he held, and smirked her. That smirk. She wanted to smack him everytime she saw him wearing it. Just because it made her think twice of how she felt about him. She didn't want to hate him, and she couldn't explain why.
He knew. He knew! How did he come across her diary? The one thing that she kept protected over everything else in her world. Her best friends didn't even know she kept one. Maybe they guessed she did, but she never wrote in it around them or spoke of it to them. They would be jealous, perhaps. For there were things she wouldn't even tell them that she wrote in there. Things she could barely even admit to herself. Oh. What was she going to do!
A rustle came from the door and-finally!-Ron and Harry raced in and grabbed their chairs almost a split second before Snape came stalking into the dungeon. The boys' breath was ragged and they barely made it into their chair before Ron whimpered. "What happened?" Hermione asked, leaning close to them, to hear their story. Ron smirked, and opened his mouth to speak, but Snape beat him to it. "I would like to remind you that none, and I mean absolutely none! of the Weasley twin's works should be used in the hallway, or even on school premises. And if I catch any of you-" His eyes stopped on Harry and Ron and smirked a bit. His smirk wasn't quite as menacing as Malfoy's, but it would make you think twice before you crossed his path. "using them, that you will recieve three days detention with Filch and one day with myself." Hermione glanced over at the boys, who's heads were hanging. Ron's occasionally hit the table and Hermione nudged him. "Ron! What did you two do?" She asked in a shrill whisper. "And also, I would like to remind you, Miss Granger!, that there will be no speaking when I am lecturing! Do you hear me? Do I make myself clear?" Hermione nodded vigourously. "Yes, Professor Snape. I understand." "Next time, I will deduct fifteen points from Gryffindor for your ignorance and incompotence to understanding subordination." Hermione's mouth gaped. How dare he! She was far from ignorant and was always in line! Never did she step across the line. Which she knew made her seem very dull, but school was all that mattered to her anymore. Why mess up? She had to be Head Girl. Or else.. she wouldn't be able to see herself fail. Not again. "MY WHAT?" She shrieked. Snape frowned at her. "Honestly, Miss Granger, Are all Gryffindor's deaf? I said that I would deduct fifteen points from Gryffindor for your ignorance and your incompetence of subordination." He paused for a moment, with a smirk on his face, he was obviously playing with an idea of sorts. "Detention, Miss Granger. You will clean out the vials and make this place... well, not quite sparkling, because I doubt that you could do that." After he finished his lecture, he on to order them to copy all the ingridents to do their next potion. He would not explain what sort of potion it was, or what effects it would have. Only that if it was done wrong, it was potentially fatal. That was just what Neville needed to hear, and he simply dropped to the floor and fainted. That was the third time in the last two weeks.
Hermione had detention the following night, from 7PM to... well, she didn't know how long it would last. Possibly until midnight. Thank the gods she didn't have it tonight. Or else, she didn't know if she'd ever get her diary back. Oh, the diary! Hermione had not thought of anything but that dreaded thing all afternoon!
Hermione groaned as she saw the clock tick eleven. One more hour. Maybe she should leave early? But the note said 'no sooner or later'. Hermione flicked her quill across the room in aggravation. There was no way she could study now. No way at all. The monotonous tone of the clock made her a bit unsettled. Everytime it ticked, it seemed to taunt her. It irked her in a way she couldn't explain.
I wonder what Malfoy's doing? Hermione asked herself with a sudden twitch of a grin pulling at her lips. She smirked and quietly, cautiously walked down to the bottom of the stairs. She sat down, making sure she wasn't visible to the shuffling and rustling noise that came from Malfoy. She saw it. She could have sworn she had seen her diary! It was him! Of course it was, she cursed herself. Who else could it be?
Malfoy smirked a bit and cracked the book open, falling into a chair in the common room. He murmured something under his breath that sounded remarkably like 'foolish mudblood'. Hermione's blood raged. How dare he! Not only calling her... that!, but he was reading her diary, in their common room! Where he knew that she could easily walk down and catch him. And he could taunt her all the greater. Great. Now what to do?
There was a knock at the portrait hole door a few seconds later. Malfoy cursed under his breath and quickly shut the book and hid it under the cushion of the chair. "Who is it?" He growled. "Oh, it's just me, Cho. Can I come in for a moment? I need to ask you and Hermione something, if you're both awake." Hermione grinned and walked out of the stairwell and greeted Cho as Malfoy let her in, reluctantly. "Did I hear you call my name?" She asked, innocently enough. Cho nodded with a smile. "Good evening, Hermione." Hermione nodded in return, then shot Draco a cold glare that almost rivaled his own, and he smirked. "I just came down to let you know that the Prefects and Alexander and I are going to be having a party this weekend. Just for us. I'm sorry. You can't invite anyone onto the Prefect Hall, and we all know it." Hermione nodded, wondering who she would have invited if they would have been able to invite anyone. Probably Neville. Neville, in a lack of words on Hermione's part, was her fall-back guy. He was one of her best friends at the moment and he would sacrifice his world for her. But she didn't care for him like he did her. She wished she did. "But why are we having the party?" Hermione questioned. "Ah, Dearest Granger," Draco said with a menacing grin that made her blood curl. "Why do you have to ask? Don't you realize that we've done such a good job this year- wait. Why are we having a party?" Hermione snorted. Cho laughed. "Because, as you said, Malfoy, Dumbledore thinks we did an excellent job at planning the Halloween and Christmas Balls that he thinks we should celebrate, on our own." Hermione nodded and smiled once more. "Thanks, Cho." "I'll let you know what time it is tomorrow. It's late now. Sorry that I had to come so late. Hannah and Terry just insisted on keeping me over in their common room to chat for a while." With that, she was off.
The tension was unbearable. Hermione glared at Malfoy and turned away. She lumbered up the stairs, loudly. She looked at the enchanted clock and it ticked 11:45. It was almost time! She was positive Malfoy was leaving right then. She would leave in ten minutes time. She would get to the Astronomy Tower on time. For sure.
Hermione groaned as the clock finally reached eleven fifty-five. She raced down the stairs and out the portrait hole, which she received odd looks from the portrait, who was being visited by a friend. At such an hour?, Hermione asked herself, then laughed silently to herself. Who was she to point fingers? But then again... this was a reluctant meeting. The charming lady in a long flowing gown, gave Hermione a questioning look. "Miss Granger, where are you going so late at night? You know that there are things in the halls that go on at night.." "I'm patrolling the halls. It's my night of duty." She smiled. It was true. She had already been out patroling. Then she ran off in the direction of the Astronomy Tower.
Hermione stopped halfway up the stairwell to the Tower. Catching her breath, she started once more. Note to self, she thought, work out. At the top of the stairs, she gasped at the sight. "You're late." She rolled her eyes. "What's the matter, Granger?" "Save it Malfoy. Just hand it over." She stepped up to him and stuck her hands out for her diary. "I don't know what you're talking about." "Malfoy, I saw you with it! Hand me my diary!" "Oh... So that's what it was?" He paused for a moment and smirked. She had never known Malfoy to play dumb, he was honestly no good at it. "Well, I'll just keep it and see if.." "Hand it here, Malfoy!" She said, quickly taking her wand from her robes and thrusting it toward his neck. He yelped. "You wouldn't." Hermione arched an eyebrow. "Oh really, and why not?" Suddenly they heard footsteps and Hermione dropped her wand. Draco smirked. "I knew you wouldn't." "Really, Malfoy? I would. It's just that-" They heard laughter and Hermione stopped and choked. Two figures walked up into the room and joined them. All four looking equally as shocked. "HERMIONE! MALFOY! What are you two doing up here?" Ron's voice squeaked. "You two aren't.." Ron paused for a moment, a new idea sparked in his mind. "Honestly, Hermione. I know you have better taste in men than that." With that he smirked. Hermione flushed at his newly found arrogance. "No, Ron." She spat. "And, obviously," She took one look-over of Ron and started again, "my taste in men aren't exactly the best." She said and it was his turn to frown. Malfoy arched an eyebrow in mild surprise of Hermione's blunt attack on Ron. "Whatever, 'Mione." Ron turned to the dark figure beside him, she hadn't been able to make out who it was for the shadows. Hermione couldn't make out who it was. "Come on Lav, let's go." Hermione's mouth parted a little. She scoffed. The two walked back down the Tower and started roaming the halls.
"So, Are you going to hand it over, or do I have to resort to other matters?" Hermione asked as she tore her eyes away from the place where two of her former best friends had once stood. Hermione couldn't help but feel saddened by this. She had lost so much over the last year at Hogwarts. She was glad that it would be over soon. She wouldn't see Ron or Lavendar for.. well, a summer's length. Draco smirked and brought out the book. But, unlike Hermione had suspected, he cracked it open once more and started to read. "Oh the sorrows of a teenage mudblood." She could hear him smirking, concealing a laugh. He changed his tone of voice to a falsetto tone. "Why must I feel so alone? Harry's been too busy with his training for the war and Ron and I have... well.. drifted apart. Greatly. I had always figured that the three of us would be close, even after death. This is going to sound strange, but I could see the three of us haunting Hogwarts. A few modern day Peeves or such..." Draco snorted at this. "But honestly, that's beside the fact. I hate Ron. I hate him so much for making me love him. And then... what he did to me! I could honestly use on of the Unforgivable Curses on him at this moment! Why did he have to be so cruel? I just want to go home. Maybe, I could. But.. I wouldn't be able to give up Hogwarts.." His voice returned to normal. "Oh the anguish. The pain. The sorrow!" He exclaimed in such a sarcastic tone that it made Hermione wonder if he had a soul. "Give it back Malfoy." She reached for her wand in her robes once more. "Sorry, Granger. I think I'll be keeping this for a while." He smirked and with a swish of his robes, he was gone. Leaving Hermione there to brood.