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 Eight... Some People Just Don't Seem To Get It
"Minerva, Dumbledore." Snape nodded his head as he entered the headmaster's office sheepishly. McGonagall eyed him suspiciously. "Young Creevey has told me that you wish to speak to me." It was McGonagall that broke the cruel silence that followed, with six simple words. "I'm sorry Severus, I don't love you." Snape's face fell and he sputtered. Never trust a Gryffindor. He thought. He had thought that he loved her. They had been courting each other off and on in private for ages now. Though McGonagall was a little older, Snape loved her all the same. "I understand, Minerva." He replied and stood in the room a little longer. The tension could have broken a knife in half had it attempted to slice it. "Oh. Very well then. Goodbye."
On his way from Dumbledore's office, he contemplated several things that came to his mind. Why? Was she in love with Dumbledore? That wouldn't make any sense though, How could she love Dumbledore? He's ages older than the both of us... But age never mattered to Minerva. Neither did our old house rivalries. Or did it? Maybe a Gryffindor could never love a Slytherin? Oh, but I loved her... His thoughts were broken when he ran into a student that raced through a passage way that Snape very well knew that it wasn't supposed to have been in. The Prefects' Hall.
He decided he would let it slide. He would have to question young Zabini later in Potions tomorrow.
Hermione found herself laughing between Malfoy and Neville in Herbology. Malfoy was pointing out a hilarious misprint in their textbooks. Neville chortled with laughter as he read through it several times.
Even Neville was able to get along with Malfoy. There had to be something that had changed about him.
But then again... Neville was a pureblood. But his parents were driven insane when trying to defeat the Dark Lord. Hermione frowned at the thought of Neville's parents. Neville and Harry both hadn't had parents their whole lives. She vaguely remembered something Harry had told her last year about Voldemort having to chose his enemy.. how he had chosen Harry over Neville. Neville had a bit of luck there. She couldn't even imagine seeing Neville trying to defeat Voldemort. "Hermione?" Neville nudged her as he noticed she was staring into space. "Hermione?" He nudged her again and she looked around, confused. "Oh! Sorry, Neville." She said, with more regret than she had meant to portray. "You were doing it again." He murmured. "Doing what, Neville?" Hermione asked, knowing very well what he had meant. "Thinking about them." To anyone outside of this conversation, they probably would have assumed that Neville had been talking about Harry and Ron instead of Neville's parents. Hermione tended to pity Neville for his, well, lack of parents. Even though she could sort of relate. Since her parents were both dentists, they were often away working or at conventions or.. something. Not that they were never there, but when she didn't have friends or parents, that's when she had taken up literature as her best friends. And that was one thing that would never leave her side. "Oh, I'm sorry Neville. I honestly.." Her words left her as Ron and Lavendar walked past the green house, obviously skipping class. Lavendar giggling as Ron whispered into her ear. Hermione smiled at them. "I hope they rot in hell together." Neville's mouth dropped. Malfoy guffawed. "Saint Granger, did you just say what I think you said?" Hermione took notice that she had said this out loud. "OH!" She quickly covered her mouth and began to fall into a helpless fit of giggles. By the time that she had time to regain her composure, the teacher entered and quickly put them to work.
"Now, I would like you to get into groups of three." Professor Sprout started. "And, I'm sorry, since this is for a large part of your grade, I am going to put you into groups. For those who are lacking in some areas, there will be people who are stronger in those that will be able to help you." Hermione let out a loud groan. She knew she would have to work with Hannah Abbot. She absolutely despised that girl. "Now, I would like for Miss Abbot, Mister Longbottom and Mister Cleary to work together." She motioned toward a table at the end of the green house. "Mister Malfoy, Miss Granger and Miss Brown will be working together." Hermione laughed. "What is that, Miss Granger?" "Lavendar isn't coming to class today, Miss Sprout. She's skipping with her boyfriend." She replied as she put on a straight face. Malfoy smirked. He wasn't sure if even he would have pointed that out. "Oh dear, well, I'll have to check on that. Meanwhile, you two can work together with Miss Pinkett." Hermione nodded in compliance. "Okay, now, where was I? Oh yes.. Mister Finch-Fletchley will be working with.." Hermione turned to Malfoy and Cordelia Pinkett walked up to the two. She looked a little nervous. She had never seen a Gryffindor and a Slytherin get along so well...
Cordelia was a normal girl. Shoulder length chesnut brown hair, large brown eyes and a slight tan. She was popular with the other Ravenclaws... but not well known to the other houses. Rumour had it, she was quite the character if you got on her good side. She was also very smart, even for Ravenclaw. But we all have our downsides...
"Morning." Cordelia stated sharply, as she dropped her books infront of the two, obviously not in a very peachy mood. "Good morning." Hermione replied, eying the girl suspiciously. "What's so good about it?" Cordelia snapped. Hermione backed up a little, then turned to Malfoy, who was also in mild shock. "Well, it's just that-" Hermione, stopping in the middle of her proclamation that she was having a good day due to the fact that Lavendar and Ron were about to be caught because of the look of death on the girl's eyes, was interrupted by Malfoy. "Granger, let's just not go down that path." Hermione was confused. "Why?" Malfoy just gave her a look that hushed her and said that he didn't feel like explaining. "Well, we should be starting, now shouldn't we?" Hermione nodded in compliance.
After several attempts to get Cordelia to help with planting the mandrake, basic stuff! honestly!, Hermione groaned loudly. "Honestly, Cordelia! Why are you not helping? We did this back in.. second year! Where do you get off thinking you're too good to do this?" Cordelia chuckled. "Because, you don't have to be in Slytherin to hate people like you. You're nothing but a mere mudblood. I shouldn't follow your orders or any more of your kind." Malfoy arched an eyebrow. "Don't call her that." Cordelia choked on the tip of her Sugar Quill she was chewing on. "And why not? It's what she is, and she very well knows it, don't you?" Hermione took a deep breath. "You don't know what you're talking about." Hermione said simply. "And what wouldn't I know?" "A lot of things. I'm assuming that you're not helping us, not because I am not of pureblood, but because you're embarassed. Embarassed because you are of pure blood, but you weren't wicked enough to make it into Slytherin. Embarassed because you're a Ravenclaw, but you aren't smart enough to know how to plant a mandrake correctly." Hermione replied, taking off her earmuffs, after she had stuffed the mandrake into the pot and successfully covered it. The other groups had long since been finished with this part of the project. For the next few months they would be learning how to make the same potion that had brought Hermione back into an animate state four years ago.
Cordelia and Malfoy replied in the same way, mouths that drug to the floor of the green house. Cordelia might have replied in some sort of way, but Professor Sprout had voiced that the class was officially over for the day. Hermione was furious. How could someone be so close-minded? How was it Hermione's fault that her parents weren't of Wizarding blood? How is it that a Malfoy can accept her but a mere Ravenclaw-a house no one would suspect of being prejudiced against blood-could hate her for her blood? Why did some wizards not understand that without muggle borns, the wizarding race would be on the brink of extinction? Did they not realize that it was not her fault that she was born to two muggle parents and she herself was the only witch in their blood line?
After everyone else had exited the green house, Hermione stood in there, trying to get a hold on herself. She was shaking from anger. Not only had she suffered from six years of being looked down upon for blood from Slytherins, but now she had come to the realization that not only those in a house of ninety percent of its residents being of 'noble blood', but now she had to worry about other pure bloods. Prejudiced against from the day she got her Hogwarts letter. Prejudiced against the second she first stepped foot in Platform Nine and Three Quarters. Where did they get the right?
Hermione closed her eyes and fought away tears until she heard a voice call out her name. "Come on, Hermione, we really should be going." Her eyes flew open. Her named sounded so foreign coming from his lips. He himself seemed a little surprised. Before she could question him, he replied quickly, "It just seemed appropriate.. If you don't want me to-" She smiled at him and shrugged. "It's fine, Draco." Maybe the world wasn't so bad after all.
A/N: Ficlet to this chapter is available to read at
Eh.. this is where I leave you for today. More chapters next week, perhaps? It all depends on if I get loads of reviews or what! Thanks Anna for being my beta reader & bestest friend! =) You still will get the chapters first!
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 Eight... Some People Just Don't Seem To Get It
"Minerva, Dumbledore." Snape nodded his head as he entered the headmaster's office sheepishly. McGonagall eyed him suspiciously. "Young Creevey has told me that you wish to speak to me." It was McGonagall that broke the cruel silence that followed, with six simple words. "I'm sorry Severus, I don't love you." Snape's face fell and he sputtered. Never trust a Gryffindor. He thought. He had thought that he loved her. They had been courting each other off and on in private for ages now. Though McGonagall was a little older, Snape loved her all the same. "I understand, Minerva." He replied and stood in the room a little longer. The tension could have broken a knife in half had it attempted to slice it. "Oh. Very well then. Goodbye."
On his way from Dumbledore's office, he contemplated several things that came to his mind. Why? Was she in love with Dumbledore? That wouldn't make any sense though, How could she love Dumbledore? He's ages older than the both of us... But age never mattered to Minerva. Neither did our old house rivalries. Or did it? Maybe a Gryffindor could never love a Slytherin? Oh, but I loved her... His thoughts were broken when he ran into a student that raced through a passage way that Snape very well knew that it wasn't supposed to have been in. The Prefects' Hall.
He decided he would let it slide. He would have to question young Zabini later in Potions tomorrow.
Hermione found herself laughing between Malfoy and Neville in Herbology. Malfoy was pointing out a hilarious misprint in their textbooks. Neville chortled with laughter as he read through it several times.
Even Neville was able to get along with Malfoy. There had to be something that had changed about him.
But then again... Neville was a pureblood. But his parents were driven insane when trying to defeat the Dark Lord. Hermione frowned at the thought of Neville's parents. Neville and Harry both hadn't had parents their whole lives. She vaguely remembered something Harry had told her last year about Voldemort having to chose his enemy.. how he had chosen Harry over Neville. Neville had a bit of luck there. She couldn't even imagine seeing Neville trying to defeat Voldemort. "Hermione?" Neville nudged her as he noticed she was staring into space. "Hermione?" He nudged her again and she looked around, confused. "Oh! Sorry, Neville." She said, with more regret than she had meant to portray. "You were doing it again." He murmured. "Doing what, Neville?" Hermione asked, knowing very well what he had meant. "Thinking about them." To anyone outside of this conversation, they probably would have assumed that Neville had been talking about Harry and Ron instead of Neville's parents. Hermione tended to pity Neville for his, well, lack of parents. Even though she could sort of relate. Since her parents were both dentists, they were often away working or at conventions or.. something. Not that they were never there, but when she didn't have friends or parents, that's when she had taken up literature as her best friends. And that was one thing that would never leave her side. "Oh, I'm sorry Neville. I honestly.." Her words left her as Ron and Lavendar walked past the green house, obviously skipping class. Lavendar giggling as Ron whispered into her ear. Hermione smiled at them. "I hope they rot in hell together." Neville's mouth dropped. Malfoy guffawed. "Saint Granger, did you just say what I think you said?" Hermione took notice that she had said this out loud. "OH!" She quickly covered her mouth and began to fall into a helpless fit of giggles. By the time that she had time to regain her composure, the teacher entered and quickly put them to work.
"Now, I would like you to get into groups of three." Professor Sprout started. "And, I'm sorry, since this is for a large part of your grade, I am going to put you into groups. For those who are lacking in some areas, there will be people who are stronger in those that will be able to help you." Hermione let out a loud groan. She knew she would have to work with Hannah Abbot. She absolutely despised that girl. "Now, I would like for Miss Abbot, Mister Longbottom and Mister Cleary to work together." She motioned toward a table at the end of the green house. "Mister Malfoy, Miss Granger and Miss Brown will be working together." Hermione laughed. "What is that, Miss Granger?" "Lavendar isn't coming to class today, Miss Sprout. She's skipping with her boyfriend." She replied as she put on a straight face. Malfoy smirked. He wasn't sure if even he would have pointed that out. "Oh dear, well, I'll have to check on that. Meanwhile, you two can work together with Miss Pinkett." Hermione nodded in compliance. "Okay, now, where was I? Oh yes.. Mister Finch-Fletchley will be working with.." Hermione turned to Malfoy and Cordelia Pinkett walked up to the two. She looked a little nervous. She had never seen a Gryffindor and a Slytherin get along so well...
Cordelia was a normal girl. Shoulder length chesnut brown hair, large brown eyes and a slight tan. She was popular with the other Ravenclaws... but not well known to the other houses. Rumour had it, she was quite the character if you got on her good side. She was also very smart, even for Ravenclaw. But we all have our downsides...
"Morning." Cordelia stated sharply, as she dropped her books infront of the two, obviously not in a very peachy mood. "Good morning." Hermione replied, eying the girl suspiciously. "What's so good about it?" Cordelia snapped. Hermione backed up a little, then turned to Malfoy, who was also in mild shock. "Well, it's just that-" Hermione, stopping in the middle of her proclamation that she was having a good day due to the fact that Lavendar and Ron were about to be caught because of the look of death on the girl's eyes, was interrupted by Malfoy. "Granger, let's just not go down that path." Hermione was confused. "Why?" Malfoy just gave her a look that hushed her and said that he didn't feel like explaining. "Well, we should be starting, now shouldn't we?" Hermione nodded in compliance.
After several attempts to get Cordelia to help with planting the mandrake, basic stuff! honestly!, Hermione groaned loudly. "Honestly, Cordelia! Why are you not helping? We did this back in.. second year! Where do you get off thinking you're too good to do this?" Cordelia chuckled. "Because, you don't have to be in Slytherin to hate people like you. You're nothing but a mere mudblood. I shouldn't follow your orders or any more of your kind." Malfoy arched an eyebrow. "Don't call her that." Cordelia choked on the tip of her Sugar Quill she was chewing on. "And why not? It's what she is, and she very well knows it, don't you?" Hermione took a deep breath. "You don't know what you're talking about." Hermione said simply. "And what wouldn't I know?" "A lot of things. I'm assuming that you're not helping us, not because I am not of pureblood, but because you're embarassed. Embarassed because you are of pure blood, but you weren't wicked enough to make it into Slytherin. Embarassed because you're a Ravenclaw, but you aren't smart enough to know how to plant a mandrake correctly." Hermione replied, taking off her earmuffs, after she had stuffed the mandrake into the pot and successfully covered it. The other groups had long since been finished with this part of the project. For the next few months they would be learning how to make the same potion that had brought Hermione back into an animate state four years ago.
Cordelia and Malfoy replied in the same way, mouths that drug to the floor of the green house. Cordelia might have replied in some sort of way, but Professor Sprout had voiced that the class was officially over for the day. Hermione was furious. How could someone be so close-minded? How was it Hermione's fault that her parents weren't of Wizarding blood? How is it that a Malfoy can accept her but a mere Ravenclaw-a house no one would suspect of being prejudiced against blood-could hate her for her blood? Why did some wizards not understand that without muggle borns, the wizarding race would be on the brink of extinction? Did they not realize that it was not her fault that she was born to two muggle parents and she herself was the only witch in their blood line?
After everyone else had exited the green house, Hermione stood in there, trying to get a hold on herself. She was shaking from anger. Not only had she suffered from six years of being looked down upon for blood from Slytherins, but now she had come to the realization that not only those in a house of ninety percent of its residents being of 'noble blood', but now she had to worry about other pure bloods. Prejudiced against from the day she got her Hogwarts letter. Prejudiced against the second she first stepped foot in Platform Nine and Three Quarters. Where did they get the right?
Hermione closed her eyes and fought away tears until she heard a voice call out her name. "Come on, Hermione, we really should be going." Her eyes flew open. Her named sounded so foreign coming from his lips. He himself seemed a little surprised. Before she could question him, he replied quickly, "It just seemed appropriate.. If you don't want me to-" She smiled at him and shrugged. "It's fine, Draco." Maybe the world wasn't so bad after all.
A/N: Ficlet to this chapter is available to read at
Eh.. this is where I leave you for today. More chapters next week, perhaps? It all depends on if I get loads of reviews or what! Thanks Anna for being my beta reader & bestest friend! =) You still will get the chapters first!