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 Five... Truth, Lies and the Grey Inbetweens
At around noon, a week later, Hermione lounged on the couch in her common room, reading Magick Charms from the Medieval Ages, which proved to be about Merlin and some of his discoveries, and was quite interesting. She was on the very last page when Malfoy came blundering in the room with a humongous package in his arms. Hermione groaned loudly. "Must you be so loud?" Malfoy rolled his eyes and didn't respond at that moment, instead, he simply went up to his sleeping quarters and stayed in there for another two hours. Occasionally loud thumps and a few cracks and whomps came from his room, making portraits shake on the walls. Hermione finally decided she would ask him what in Merlin's beard was going on up there.
"MALFOY!" Hermione pounded on his door until he finally opened up. He groaned and asked her what it was that she wanted. He leaned on the door so she couldn't see inside. Hermione found herself bouncing up and down trying to look over his shoulder.
"What are you doing, Granger?" He laughed. "What are you doing, Malfoy?" She questioned, not noticing his question. He rolled his eyes. "What's it to you, Granger?" He retorted. "Quite a bit, if I might say so." He gave her a quizical look. "I've been on the last page of this book-" Hermione held up her copy of Magick Charms from the Medieval Ages so that he could see, "for the last two hours, and if you don't mind me asking-WHY are you making such noise up here?" He smirked. "Now, listen, Granger, it's not my fault if you can't read big words, but it's also not my fault that you can't keep your nose out of other people's business. Now if you don't mind, I really must get back to-" Hermione pushed him out of the way and entered the room. He arched a surprised brow, she was quite the strong willed one. "Fine. If you really must know." Malfoy stalked over to where Hermione was standing, in mild shock, and started to explain the sight that she saw infront of her.
After a briefing of what had caused such a commotion, Hermione felt a bit dizzy. She hadn't seen anything like this since... fourth year. It was... something she had never expected from anyone, save Hagrid, especially a Malfoy. Then again. He did strike her as a bit of a daring kind of guy. At times. Others he was as cowardly as... well, she couldn't even compare him to something having to do with muggles, as the Cowardly Lion, because... it didn't quite chalk up to him.
Hermione's eyes drifted around the room. She had never been in any of the Slytherin's living quarter's before. Common Room, Prefect or even the occasional Head. Her whole Hogwarts existance was designated to hallways and Gryffindor Commons, dormitories and colours. She would never admit this to anyone but herself, she had always prefered the Slytherin colours.
"Are you listening, Granger?" Malfoy quirked up one eyebrow as he continued to explain something about why he had it, when he had gotten it and what he was going to do with it. She had thought he was done. Oh well. "What? Oh..." She felt her face fall a bit. "Sorry." Malfoy laughed a bit. "As I was saying..." He fell back into his explanation for having the... dragon in his room... It was only temporary. His father had shipped it to him for safe-keeping while the Ministry inspected their house. He also had a few other packages that had been shipped in the same box, surprisingly not scorched nor scratched by the dragon, that were full of miscellaneous Dark Arts items that were of less, but not by far less, interest to Hermione. "Why did you tell on Hagrid?" Hermione quickly interjected. He looked at her, stunned. "What?" It took him a moment to comprehend what she had just asked him. "Why did you tell on Hagrid for having Norbert when you have dragons of your own?" "I..er.." Malfoy stammered. It was the second time in the last two weeks that he had been so... far from being presentable. Malfoys never stammered, nor did they look unpresentable. Hermione would have pondered more on it but Malfoy interrupted her with words of more than one syllable, with less stammering. "I was a child. I couldn't help but steal the chance to get the Dream Team into trouble... We all know that I was a bit, er, jealous of you all. Your friendship, that is. And.. Norbert, is it?, was my way to atleast get you all to notice me. After all, I had wanted to befriend you at the beginning." "Before you found out that I wasn't of noble wizarding blood?" Hermione questioned. "Before you found out that Ron was a Weasley, because his father was so interested in all things muggle? Before you-" "Fine, Granger, don't let me explain." "FINE!" Hermione shouted. Her outburst shocked them both. A few moments of silence. Hermione broke it, with a few simple words of regret. "Sorry, Malfoy, we both know that I've been a bit... well... tense lately. And, having a dragon flying around the room and rubbing up against my leg isn't the best thing in the world to stop it, now is it?" Malfoy chuckled a bit. "And besides, don't you find it a bit unfair that you judge people by their blood, not by their hearts?" Malfoy gave her a confused look. "I'm talking to you, right here and right now, aren't I? It doesn't matter about the blood Hermione. It never did."
Hermione gulped on air. What had he meant by that? She had just left his room, a Slytherin's bedroom-a Malfoy's bedroom! A forbidden room.. for all muggle borns, for all half bloods, for all that weren't of "noble" birth. She had just had a civil conversation with him, and not for the first time in the last month either. Were things changing? What had he meant by saying that blood had never mattered? Hadn't he been prejudiced and jaded against her their whole Hogwarts career? Of course! How could he even dare to say that to her. Yet... she didn't quite understand him.
She knew, somehow, that she would never fully understand him at any extent. She was fine with that. At the moment.
Hermione decided to go and sit in her room as she read the last page of her book. Finally, as she closed it, she sighed. She had done all of that, just to read the last page of a book. Merlin, was she pathetic.
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 Five... Truth, Lies and the Grey Inbetweens
At around noon, a week later, Hermione lounged on the couch in her common room, reading Magick Charms from the Medieval Ages, which proved to be about Merlin and some of his discoveries, and was quite interesting. She was on the very last page when Malfoy came blundering in the room with a humongous package in his arms. Hermione groaned loudly. "Must you be so loud?" Malfoy rolled his eyes and didn't respond at that moment, instead, he simply went up to his sleeping quarters and stayed in there for another two hours. Occasionally loud thumps and a few cracks and whomps came from his room, making portraits shake on the walls. Hermione finally decided she would ask him what in Merlin's beard was going on up there.
"MALFOY!" Hermione pounded on his door until he finally opened up. He groaned and asked her what it was that she wanted. He leaned on the door so she couldn't see inside. Hermione found herself bouncing up and down trying to look over his shoulder.
"What are you doing, Granger?" He laughed. "What are you doing, Malfoy?" She questioned, not noticing his question. He rolled his eyes. "What's it to you, Granger?" He retorted. "Quite a bit, if I might say so." He gave her a quizical look. "I've been on the last page of this book-" Hermione held up her copy of Magick Charms from the Medieval Ages so that he could see, "for the last two hours, and if you don't mind me asking-WHY are you making such noise up here?" He smirked. "Now, listen, Granger, it's not my fault if you can't read big words, but it's also not my fault that you can't keep your nose out of other people's business. Now if you don't mind, I really must get back to-" Hermione pushed him out of the way and entered the room. He arched a surprised brow, she was quite the strong willed one. "Fine. If you really must know." Malfoy stalked over to where Hermione was standing, in mild shock, and started to explain the sight that she saw infront of her.
After a briefing of what had caused such a commotion, Hermione felt a bit dizzy. She hadn't seen anything like this since... fourth year. It was... something she had never expected from anyone, save Hagrid, especially a Malfoy. Then again. He did strike her as a bit of a daring kind of guy. At times. Others he was as cowardly as... well, she couldn't even compare him to something having to do with muggles, as the Cowardly Lion, because... it didn't quite chalk up to him.
Hermione's eyes drifted around the room. She had never been in any of the Slytherin's living quarter's before. Common Room, Prefect or even the occasional Head. Her whole Hogwarts existance was designated to hallways and Gryffindor Commons, dormitories and colours. She would never admit this to anyone but herself, she had always prefered the Slytherin colours.
"Are you listening, Granger?" Malfoy quirked up one eyebrow as he continued to explain something about why he had it, when he had gotten it and what he was going to do with it. She had thought he was done. Oh well. "What? Oh..." She felt her face fall a bit. "Sorry." Malfoy laughed a bit. "As I was saying..." He fell back into his explanation for having the... dragon in his room... It was only temporary. His father had shipped it to him for safe-keeping while the Ministry inspected their house. He also had a few other packages that had been shipped in the same box, surprisingly not scorched nor scratched by the dragon, that were full of miscellaneous Dark Arts items that were of less, but not by far less, interest to Hermione. "Why did you tell on Hagrid?" Hermione quickly interjected. He looked at her, stunned. "What?" It took him a moment to comprehend what she had just asked him. "Why did you tell on Hagrid for having Norbert when you have dragons of your own?" "I..er.." Malfoy stammered. It was the second time in the last two weeks that he had been so... far from being presentable. Malfoys never stammered, nor did they look unpresentable. Hermione would have pondered more on it but Malfoy interrupted her with words of more than one syllable, with less stammering. "I was a child. I couldn't help but steal the chance to get the Dream Team into trouble... We all know that I was a bit, er, jealous of you all. Your friendship, that is. And.. Norbert, is it?, was my way to atleast get you all to notice me. After all, I had wanted to befriend you at the beginning." "Before you found out that I wasn't of noble wizarding blood?" Hermione questioned. "Before you found out that Ron was a Weasley, because his father was so interested in all things muggle? Before you-" "Fine, Granger, don't let me explain." "FINE!" Hermione shouted. Her outburst shocked them both. A few moments of silence. Hermione broke it, with a few simple words of regret. "Sorry, Malfoy, we both know that I've been a bit... well... tense lately. And, having a dragon flying around the room and rubbing up against my leg isn't the best thing in the world to stop it, now is it?" Malfoy chuckled a bit. "And besides, don't you find it a bit unfair that you judge people by their blood, not by their hearts?" Malfoy gave her a confused look. "I'm talking to you, right here and right now, aren't I? It doesn't matter about the blood Hermione. It never did."
Hermione gulped on air. What had he meant by that? She had just left his room, a Slytherin's bedroom-a Malfoy's bedroom! A forbidden room.. for all muggle borns, for all half bloods, for all that weren't of "noble" birth. She had just had a civil conversation with him, and not for the first time in the last month either. Were things changing? What had he meant by saying that blood had never mattered? Hadn't he been prejudiced and jaded against her their whole Hogwarts career? Of course! How could he even dare to say that to her. Yet... she didn't quite understand him.
She knew, somehow, that she would never fully understand him at any extent. She was fine with that. At the moment.
Hermione decided to go and sit in her room as she read the last page of her book. Finally, as she closed it, she sighed. She had done all of that, just to read the last page of a book. Merlin, was she pathetic.