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 Six... In Which Snape Dissapears and There Are Unanswered Questions of Merit
Hermione quickly took a seat in Professor Snape's class room, approximately ten seconds before his billowing robes entered the room. He smirked. No, he smiled. Hermione's mouth dropped. Ron almost guffawed. He choked. "Yes, Mr. Weasley?" Snape questioned, lightly. Hermione's back tensened. She had forgotten that Ron was in this class. "Errm.." There was a stammer from the door way. Young Colin Creevey stood there, with a piece of parchment in hand. "Professors McGonagall and Dumbledore want you in the office, Professor Snape." You could barely make out his words, for every other syllable was delayed by another stammer or stutter. Hermione smirked. And that was the only thing keeping Harry from Ginny. A muggle born who could barely talk straight... to anyone, who lugged around a camera constantly and had once worshipped Harry as much as Ginny had. Had.
It was a sad day when Harry and Ginny had broken up. They had dated for two years, in secret. Ron didn't know about it until Harry came into the dormitory in fifth year, kicking and screaming and cursing 'that-bloody- Colin-Creevey' saying that 'He-shall-die-a-slow-painful-death-along-with- bloody-Voldemort'. Unluckily for Creevey, he had heard his name and entered the room. Needless to say, Colin didn't worship Harry anymore.
Ginny had liked Colin since her first year, but had always liked Harry more. When Harry's hormones kicked in, Ginny kept him around for a little longer, but dumped him when he tried to push her too far. Hermione had to admit, Ginny had her brains about her. Though she may be a bit boy crazy and star struck at times, she knew what she wanted in life, and there was no doubt that she would get it.
Hermione hadn't noticed when Snape left the classroom. Without assigning anything. When she blinked, he was gone, and she turned around. Confused. "Malfoy." She leaned over and whispered. He didn't hear her. "Psst. Malfoy!" She 'whispered' louder. He smirked a bit, but still didn't respond. "PSST!-Bloody-Malfoy!" His head cocked up a bit. "Granger, watch your language." He replied with a straight face. Oh he was going to get it. Hermione almost flew into him, but Harry got to them first. "Hermione! What do you want to do with Malfoy?" He questioned in surprise then added, "That slimy git that he is." "Like you would care." Hermione snorted. "It's not like you guys ever communicate with me anymore. Anyway, I was simply trying to ask if Snape assigned us anything." "Too busy daydreaming, Granger?" What had crawled up his arse and died? "Hardly." Hermione retorted, sort of. "I was thinking." "Of?" "What would a Malfoy want to know about what a mudblood was thinking?" "It's not about the blood." He smirked once more. She rolled her eyes. "What did Snape assign?" "Nothing." Ron interjected. He hated not being a part of this conversation, or whatever it was. Harry always got away with interrupting people, but no, a Weasley has no place with the hero's coversations. Ron was feeling a bit jealous and rowdy today. "Oh, really? Why couldn't you have just said something Malfoy?" She turned to him and quirked an eyebrow. He smirked, again, and shrugged. "Didn't want to. Didn't have to. Didn't." "Now, Malfoy, you don't want the headmaster to hear about your secret, do you?" Malfoy's eyes grew wide. "Granger, that's not funny!" "What secret?" Harry and Ron quipped at the same time, then turned to eachother. "What do you know that we don't know?" "An awful lot, I would suppose." Draco replied for her. Hermione smiled. Wouldn't they like to know? "You wouldn't tell Dumbledore, would you?" "You obviously don't know Hermione, now do you?" Ron guffawed, Harry joined him. Hermione's smile slowly faded. Hermione simply slapped them both, not too hard, but definitley not too lightly either. The other students simply watched them with mild interest. It was just another quarrel between the four. It wasn't a dream team anymore, far from it. Hardly anyone was much of a fan of Harry anymore. They had expected him to have killed him every year. Every year he had let Voldemort had slipped away, barely harmed.
They had lost faith in the Dream Team's abilities. Not that they had ever thought that Ron had any. Except an amazing ability to get into trouble and out rather quickly. He did have the Weasley charm... but everyone knew, the Malfoy charm was better.
Snape had been gone the whole class period. The entire class period the students had quipped and fought and Hermione had to stop at least two fights before they had started. Not that she wouldn't have enjoyed seeing Malfoy beating Ron into the ground. She just didn't want to get them into trouble. After all, Malfoy and herself were prefects. The only people anyone expected to be Head Boy and Girl.
Halfway through the class period, Hermione moved away from Harry and Ron and sat beside Malfoy, just to make a point. Malfoy wore a look of surprise. "Just play along, alright?" He gave her a wary look. "Oh don't worry, I'm not going to kiss you or anything. You don't even have to touch me, Malfoy. Just act civil." He nodded. His opinion of Granger had changed dramatically in recent weeks. She wasn't as bad as she had seemed. He had obviously not given her a chance to begin with, and regretted it. "Malfoy, I have a question. You're most likely going to get very angry with me for this..." "Go ahead, it doesn't take much to get me angry." She nodded in agreement, with a laugh. "Why do Slytherins and.. Death Eaters hate muggle borns so much if their leader is one?" The whole class room suddenly became silent. You could have heard a pin drop. Malfoy swallowed, nervously. "I... I'll explain later, Granger." Hermione nodded in compliance, but didn't quite understand why he didn't want to explain now. She would make sure that he would explain later. It was the only thing that she had never been able to come up with a logical answer for. Well, she had theories, but she had to know from someone who knew from first hand experience, a future Death Eater himself.
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 Six... In Which Snape Dissapears and There Are Unanswered Questions of Merit
Hermione quickly took a seat in Professor Snape's class room, approximately ten seconds before his billowing robes entered the room. He smirked. No, he smiled. Hermione's mouth dropped. Ron almost guffawed. He choked. "Yes, Mr. Weasley?" Snape questioned, lightly. Hermione's back tensened. She had forgotten that Ron was in this class. "Errm.." There was a stammer from the door way. Young Colin Creevey stood there, with a piece of parchment in hand. "Professors McGonagall and Dumbledore want you in the office, Professor Snape." You could barely make out his words, for every other syllable was delayed by another stammer or stutter. Hermione smirked. And that was the only thing keeping Harry from Ginny. A muggle born who could barely talk straight... to anyone, who lugged around a camera constantly and had once worshipped Harry as much as Ginny had. Had.
It was a sad day when Harry and Ginny had broken up. They had dated for two years, in secret. Ron didn't know about it until Harry came into the dormitory in fifth year, kicking and screaming and cursing 'that-bloody- Colin-Creevey' saying that 'He-shall-die-a-slow-painful-death-along-with- bloody-Voldemort'. Unluckily for Creevey, he had heard his name and entered the room. Needless to say, Colin didn't worship Harry anymore.
Ginny had liked Colin since her first year, but had always liked Harry more. When Harry's hormones kicked in, Ginny kept him around for a little longer, but dumped him when he tried to push her too far. Hermione had to admit, Ginny had her brains about her. Though she may be a bit boy crazy and star struck at times, she knew what she wanted in life, and there was no doubt that she would get it.
Hermione hadn't noticed when Snape left the classroom. Without assigning anything. When she blinked, he was gone, and she turned around. Confused. "Malfoy." She leaned over and whispered. He didn't hear her. "Psst. Malfoy!" She 'whispered' louder. He smirked a bit, but still didn't respond. "PSST!-Bloody-Malfoy!" His head cocked up a bit. "Granger, watch your language." He replied with a straight face. Oh he was going to get it. Hermione almost flew into him, but Harry got to them first. "Hermione! What do you want to do with Malfoy?" He questioned in surprise then added, "That slimy git that he is." "Like you would care." Hermione snorted. "It's not like you guys ever communicate with me anymore. Anyway, I was simply trying to ask if Snape assigned us anything." "Too busy daydreaming, Granger?" What had crawled up his arse and died? "Hardly." Hermione retorted, sort of. "I was thinking." "Of?" "What would a Malfoy want to know about what a mudblood was thinking?" "It's not about the blood." He smirked once more. She rolled her eyes. "What did Snape assign?" "Nothing." Ron interjected. He hated not being a part of this conversation, or whatever it was. Harry always got away with interrupting people, but no, a Weasley has no place with the hero's coversations. Ron was feeling a bit jealous and rowdy today. "Oh, really? Why couldn't you have just said something Malfoy?" She turned to him and quirked an eyebrow. He smirked, again, and shrugged. "Didn't want to. Didn't have to. Didn't." "Now, Malfoy, you don't want the headmaster to hear about your secret, do you?" Malfoy's eyes grew wide. "Granger, that's not funny!" "What secret?" Harry and Ron quipped at the same time, then turned to eachother. "What do you know that we don't know?" "An awful lot, I would suppose." Draco replied for her. Hermione smiled. Wouldn't they like to know? "You wouldn't tell Dumbledore, would you?" "You obviously don't know Hermione, now do you?" Ron guffawed, Harry joined him. Hermione's smile slowly faded. Hermione simply slapped them both, not too hard, but definitley not too lightly either. The other students simply watched them with mild interest. It was just another quarrel between the four. It wasn't a dream team anymore, far from it. Hardly anyone was much of a fan of Harry anymore. They had expected him to have killed him every year. Every year he had let Voldemort had slipped away, barely harmed.
They had lost faith in the Dream Team's abilities. Not that they had ever thought that Ron had any. Except an amazing ability to get into trouble and out rather quickly. He did have the Weasley charm... but everyone knew, the Malfoy charm was better.
Snape had been gone the whole class period. The entire class period the students had quipped and fought and Hermione had to stop at least two fights before they had started. Not that she wouldn't have enjoyed seeing Malfoy beating Ron into the ground. She just didn't want to get them into trouble. After all, Malfoy and herself were prefects. The only people anyone expected to be Head Boy and Girl.
Halfway through the class period, Hermione moved away from Harry and Ron and sat beside Malfoy, just to make a point. Malfoy wore a look of surprise. "Just play along, alright?" He gave her a wary look. "Oh don't worry, I'm not going to kiss you or anything. You don't even have to touch me, Malfoy. Just act civil." He nodded. His opinion of Granger had changed dramatically in recent weeks. She wasn't as bad as she had seemed. He had obviously not given her a chance to begin with, and regretted it. "Malfoy, I have a question. You're most likely going to get very angry with me for this..." "Go ahead, it doesn't take much to get me angry." She nodded in agreement, with a laugh. "Why do Slytherins and.. Death Eaters hate muggle borns so much if their leader is one?" The whole class room suddenly became silent. You could have heard a pin drop. Malfoy swallowed, nervously. "I... I'll explain later, Granger." Hermione nodded in compliance, but didn't quite understand why he didn't want to explain now. She would make sure that he would explain later. It was the only thing that she had never been able to come up with a logical answer for. Well, she had theories, but she had to know from someone who knew from first hand experience, a future Death Eater himself.