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Chapter Nine.... Secrets, Mistakes, Interruptions, Detentions & Consequences
Hermione sighed heavily as she walked to the Great Hall for dinner the next evening. She glanced warily at the still quarrelsome Harry and Ron. Maybe she should try to talk to Harry? But she knew they had become untied long before there ever was a Ron and Hermione. Long before it became Ron, then Hermione. She could even point out the day they had started drifting away.
Hermione, Ron and Harry were walking down the hallway in their fifth year. Harry had just made top marks on a Divination exam and was elated. He knew that Trelawney was out to get him, but she had eased off her old edge of Harry-Must-Die. For a while, he had thought that she was going to be as bad as Snape. Hermione was congratulating him when Ron interrupted and asked Hermione of her plans for that evening. Hermione turned to Ron, her crush of four years, and started chattering away about random things that came to mind, completely shutting Harry out. Forgetting of Harry's success. Forgetting of Harry. Harry didn't talk to her for a week after that, but claimed he was 'too busy' to. She hadn't thought much of it, but she had been leaving Harry in the dark for a while and leaving him for Ron at the snap of a Weasley's fingers. She had had it bad.
As she started to take a seat at the end of the table, beside Neville, she decided she would appologize for being such a horrible friend to Harry that evening. As long as Ron was no where around. She didn't feel up to the task of being around Ron.
Chatting lightly with Neville about their Herbology projects, Hermione barely touched her food. She hadn't felt hungry for the last two days. She knew she should eat, so she forced herself to eat some ham and pumpkin juice.
Her mind wandered to thoughts of Malfoy and played him saying her name over and over in her mind. Neville gave her a strange look. "'Mione, what's the matter?" He questioned with a laugh. "What do you mean?" Hermione asked breeking from her sweet surrender. "You have this plastered look on your face. You have a permanent grin." Hermione realized she was smiling and tried to stop, but every time she tried, her lips would curve upward once more. She let out a defeated sigh, combined with a laugh. She knew what was happening and she hated it. She had to get out before it began. And thinking of him wouldn't stop it. "See what I mean?" Neville poked her, with a grin. "So, who is it?" Hermione looked shocked when she saw Ginny lean forward and question her. "What?" Hermione groaned. She wasn't going to give in. There was no way that she was going to admit that she was falling for Malfoy. Oh gods, she thought, please don't do this to me. I can't be feeling this. I can't. I won't! Suddenly she saw a fall in Neville's face when he found her glancing over to the Slytherin table during this conversation. He never mentioned that he saw her eyes graze over everyone there and only stopping to take in the whole that was Malfoy. Malfoy. He had to admit that he wasn't as bad this year as he had in the former years, but there was nothing stopping him from changing back. There was no reasons for his actions. He wouldn't trust him. He couldn't trust him. He had to act as Ron would have in this situation, and protect Hermione at all costs. He had to.
"And that, class, concludes the lesson. I will see you next Monday bright and early for your next lesson, enjoy your holiday." Professor Sprout bounced up and down as she spoke. Obviously joyful that she wouldn't have to teach for another week. Those simple words had announced that the Easter holidays had come too soon.
Hermione knew that this meant that most of Hogwarts would be reeking of havoc. Everyone went crazy on holidays. Since this was one of the holidays that they could go home for, Hermione found herself hoping Ron and Lavendar and a few unnamed students would leave for the five day weekend. Though it wasn't a terribly long holiday weekend, Hermione was looking forward to rest, which she was lacking greatly. Maybe this would be a good time to talk with Draco, also. Provided he wasn't leaving. He hadn't spoken one word about leaving the castle for holidays all year.
Hermione, half asleep, was lounging on what had to be the most plush couch she had ever laid eyes on in her entire life, waiting for the rest of the prefects to arrive. They were having one last meeting before everyone departed for the holidays. The Prefect's Hall was by far one of the coziest areas in the entire castle. Dumbledore's office being the nicest and Snape's dungeon being the least inviting.
Hermione checked the clock on the wall, and it read that the other Prefects were late, by ten minutes. She wondered if she was in the right place. But she distinctly remembered Cho telling her that the Prefects were to have a meeting in the Prefect's Hall, that the Head Girl and Boy wouldn't be able to come, only after she explained why she wanted to speak to her in private.
Cho said that she wasn't positive about marriage. One thing was the age. Secondly, she hadn't been dating Alex but for half of a year. Third, she didn't want to hurt Harry.
At first, Hermione thought it was odd how Cho put her own happiness aside for Harry.... then she realized that she was only using Harry as a cover up for Cedric. Hermione understood that in a way Cho wasn't over Cedric, and she admitted that it was tragic how he died. She didn't understand how she was blaming this on Harry to cover her own grief for her old love.
Her thoughts were interrupted when the herd of prefects arrived. All of them were flushed. Hermione quirked up a brow and dared to question what was going on. "Snape..." Hannah started, breathless, until Malfoy cut her off. "Oh honestly! All that happened was that we accidentally discovered a new corridor.... We honestly didn't know what it was...." Draco smirked. "We were curious...." "What the hell?" Hermione questioned. "What are you rambling about?" She sat up and straightened out her robes. "Oh. Yes... I forgot, you weren't there..." Draco smirked. "Really, Malfoy? Gosh, I never would have figured that out." Hermione replied dripping with sarcasm. "Anyway, it doesn't matter what happened. We should be starting the meeting, eh?" Terry nodded. "We ought to get this over quick enough, anyhow." Hannah injected, obviously with her knickers in a twist because she wasn't the center of attention at the moment.
The meeting was soon adjourned, the highlights being Terry questioning Hannah's future being a Head Girl and his own. He admitted that he had no place as Head Boy and, even though the Heads and Dumbledore had the final vote, that he would never be one. Hannah, being in one of her moods, said that she and only she herself deserved the be a Head Girl since there hadn't been a Hufflepuff Head Girl in at least two decades, but only with the murmurs of Malfoy's 'oh and I wonder why' so obviously added on the side.
As the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff prefects left the room, Hermione turned to Draco. "Well, that was.... err... interesting." He smirked. "That Hannah Abbot is so self-absorbed that she makes me look humble." Hermione snorted. "Not quite." Malfoy glared at her for a moment then laughed with her. "Then again, you don't go around proclaiming that you absolutely MUST be Head Boy next year and that if you weren't you were going to file a complaint to the Ministry of Magic for discrimination against houses." "Oh gods, that girl has her head so far up her-" "Miss Granger..." A voice started in the corner of the room. Hermione looked up and saw Dobby standing there in his mismatched outfit glory with at least ten hats on top of his head. Malfoy arched a brow, turned to Hermione, then back to Dobby. He murmured something about 'Bloody SPEW....' and Dobby started once more. "Master Malfoy..." Dobby bowed. "Dobby, what are you doing here?" Hermione questioned, standing up. "Mister Potter has requested your presence in the Astronomy Tower tonight, Miss Granger. He said that he wishes to speak to you in private, about Mister Wheezy." Hermione nodded, slowly and thought about this for a moment, before turning to Draco. He was sneering and wondering if she was actually planning on going. "Tell him that I'll think about it. I'm still a little upset with them." Dobby nodded. "Thank you, Miss Granger, Dobby will go speak to him right now." The house elf quickly vanished, almost as if he had apparated.
Draco and Hermione set off to roam the halls, chatting lightly on the way. "So," Hermione started, rubbing her arm from the chill air, "What really happened that made you all late for the meeting?" Draco smirked a little. "I had, well, overslept. Hannah and Terry and all of their snogging glory, somehow made it to our dormitory, and we couldn't figure out where you were. We knew we had the meeting in the Prefect Hall, but they had the idea we were supposed to walk there together...." Hermione rolled her eyes with a laugh. "So they set out and were running about Hogwarts aimlessly trying to find you. I, though, was trying to explain that you were possibly already at the Hall waiting for us. Then.... Hannah ran into Snape. Literally." Hermione snorted. "It wasn't too pretty. He deducted ten points from Hufflepuff for their general ignorance and lack of concentration, which I found extremely amusing.... Terry tried to stand up for her, and he caused a deduction of fifteen points from Ravenclaw for disrespecting a teacher and delaying him to a meeting with.... McGonagall, I think...." Draco glanced to see Hermione's reaction. "This is going to sound odd, but you don't think that McGonagall and Snape have, you know, something going on, do you?" Draco laughed. "Of course not! That's impossible. Everyone knows that McGonagall has a thing for Dumbledore..." "Oh. I guess I didn't get the memo, I'm supposed to be swooning over two fellow staff members, eh?" Hermione and Draco stiffened noticably and turned around to face McGonagall. "I, er, P-P-P-Professor McGonagall!" Hermione sputtered in a falsetto tone of sheer surprise. "It seems as if Hogwart's two best students have caused a deduction of house points, as your fellow Prefects have today. I'd advise you not be to meddling in anyone else's business, Miss Granger and Mister Malfoy. Twenty points from Gryffindor and Slytherin. You will also recieve detention, which I will speak to you both about tomorrow morning as I have a meeting with Headmaster Dumbledore. Good day." As quickly as she arrived, she was gone. Hermione's mouth was gaping in shock. "You've got to be bloody kidding me." Draco turned to her and snorted. "Ahh, she's getting her fill of her two favourite men in one day." Hermione's mouth fell to the floor. "Draco!" She giggled. Hermione quickly covered her mouth. Hermione Granger does not giggle. She proceeded with very ungigglish type laughing from underneath her cupped hands. "That was wrong!" "Ah, but Hermione, you were the one who brought this whole situation about with your gossiping about our very beloved professors...." It donned on Hermione, it was her fault. She smirked. "Perhaps, but you were the one who continued with the bit. I should say ten points from Slytherin for your lack of conscience, but we'll not go there today." Draco shared her smirk. "Granger, you're positively evil."
last note: thanks to..... burgundyred and Hermione182 for reviewing. A little reviews are a lot to me! hmm... if i didn't put your name here, it's because FF.Net is being evil to me and only will let me see the reviews for Miss Independent, these are the ones that I saved on e-mail when I got the report.. hmm...
Chapter Nine.... Secrets, Mistakes, Interruptions, Detentions & Consequences
Hermione sighed heavily as she walked to the Great Hall for dinner the next evening. She glanced warily at the still quarrelsome Harry and Ron. Maybe she should try to talk to Harry? But she knew they had become untied long before there ever was a Ron and Hermione. Long before it became Ron, then Hermione. She could even point out the day they had started drifting away.
Hermione, Ron and Harry were walking down the hallway in their fifth year. Harry had just made top marks on a Divination exam and was elated. He knew that Trelawney was out to get him, but she had eased off her old edge of Harry-Must-Die. For a while, he had thought that she was going to be as bad as Snape. Hermione was congratulating him when Ron interrupted and asked Hermione of her plans for that evening. Hermione turned to Ron, her crush of four years, and started chattering away about random things that came to mind, completely shutting Harry out. Forgetting of Harry's success. Forgetting of Harry. Harry didn't talk to her for a week after that, but claimed he was 'too busy' to. She hadn't thought much of it, but she had been leaving Harry in the dark for a while and leaving him for Ron at the snap of a Weasley's fingers. She had had it bad.
As she started to take a seat at the end of the table, beside Neville, she decided she would appologize for being such a horrible friend to Harry that evening. As long as Ron was no where around. She didn't feel up to the task of being around Ron.
Chatting lightly with Neville about their Herbology projects, Hermione barely touched her food. She hadn't felt hungry for the last two days. She knew she should eat, so she forced herself to eat some ham and pumpkin juice.
Her mind wandered to thoughts of Malfoy and played him saying her name over and over in her mind. Neville gave her a strange look. "'Mione, what's the matter?" He questioned with a laugh. "What do you mean?" Hermione asked breeking from her sweet surrender. "You have this plastered look on your face. You have a permanent grin." Hermione realized she was smiling and tried to stop, but every time she tried, her lips would curve upward once more. She let out a defeated sigh, combined with a laugh. She knew what was happening and she hated it. She had to get out before it began. And thinking of him wouldn't stop it. "See what I mean?" Neville poked her, with a grin. "So, who is it?" Hermione looked shocked when she saw Ginny lean forward and question her. "What?" Hermione groaned. She wasn't going to give in. There was no way that she was going to admit that she was falling for Malfoy. Oh gods, she thought, please don't do this to me. I can't be feeling this. I can't. I won't! Suddenly she saw a fall in Neville's face when he found her glancing over to the Slytherin table during this conversation. He never mentioned that he saw her eyes graze over everyone there and only stopping to take in the whole that was Malfoy. Malfoy. He had to admit that he wasn't as bad this year as he had in the former years, but there was nothing stopping him from changing back. There was no reasons for his actions. He wouldn't trust him. He couldn't trust him. He had to act as Ron would have in this situation, and protect Hermione at all costs. He had to.
"And that, class, concludes the lesson. I will see you next Monday bright and early for your next lesson, enjoy your holiday." Professor Sprout bounced up and down as she spoke. Obviously joyful that she wouldn't have to teach for another week. Those simple words had announced that the Easter holidays had come too soon.
Hermione knew that this meant that most of Hogwarts would be reeking of havoc. Everyone went crazy on holidays. Since this was one of the holidays that they could go home for, Hermione found herself hoping Ron and Lavendar and a few unnamed students would leave for the five day weekend. Though it wasn't a terribly long holiday weekend, Hermione was looking forward to rest, which she was lacking greatly. Maybe this would be a good time to talk with Draco, also. Provided he wasn't leaving. He hadn't spoken one word about leaving the castle for holidays all year.
Hermione, half asleep, was lounging on what had to be the most plush couch she had ever laid eyes on in her entire life, waiting for the rest of the prefects to arrive. They were having one last meeting before everyone departed for the holidays. The Prefect's Hall was by far one of the coziest areas in the entire castle. Dumbledore's office being the nicest and Snape's dungeon being the least inviting.
Hermione checked the clock on the wall, and it read that the other Prefects were late, by ten minutes. She wondered if she was in the right place. But she distinctly remembered Cho telling her that the Prefects were to have a meeting in the Prefect's Hall, that the Head Girl and Boy wouldn't be able to come, only after she explained why she wanted to speak to her in private.
Cho said that she wasn't positive about marriage. One thing was the age. Secondly, she hadn't been dating Alex but for half of a year. Third, she didn't want to hurt Harry.
At first, Hermione thought it was odd how Cho put her own happiness aside for Harry.... then she realized that she was only using Harry as a cover up for Cedric. Hermione understood that in a way Cho wasn't over Cedric, and she admitted that it was tragic how he died. She didn't understand how she was blaming this on Harry to cover her own grief for her old love.
Her thoughts were interrupted when the herd of prefects arrived. All of them were flushed. Hermione quirked up a brow and dared to question what was going on. "Snape..." Hannah started, breathless, until Malfoy cut her off. "Oh honestly! All that happened was that we accidentally discovered a new corridor.... We honestly didn't know what it was...." Draco smirked. "We were curious...." "What the hell?" Hermione questioned. "What are you rambling about?" She sat up and straightened out her robes. "Oh. Yes... I forgot, you weren't there..." Draco smirked. "Really, Malfoy? Gosh, I never would have figured that out." Hermione replied dripping with sarcasm. "Anyway, it doesn't matter what happened. We should be starting the meeting, eh?" Terry nodded. "We ought to get this over quick enough, anyhow." Hannah injected, obviously with her knickers in a twist because she wasn't the center of attention at the moment.
The meeting was soon adjourned, the highlights being Terry questioning Hannah's future being a Head Girl and his own. He admitted that he had no place as Head Boy and, even though the Heads and Dumbledore had the final vote, that he would never be one. Hannah, being in one of her moods, said that she and only she herself deserved the be a Head Girl since there hadn't been a Hufflepuff Head Girl in at least two decades, but only with the murmurs of Malfoy's 'oh and I wonder why' so obviously added on the side.
As the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff prefects left the room, Hermione turned to Draco. "Well, that was.... err... interesting." He smirked. "That Hannah Abbot is so self-absorbed that she makes me look humble." Hermione snorted. "Not quite." Malfoy glared at her for a moment then laughed with her. "Then again, you don't go around proclaiming that you absolutely MUST be Head Boy next year and that if you weren't you were going to file a complaint to the Ministry of Magic for discrimination against houses." "Oh gods, that girl has her head so far up her-" "Miss Granger..." A voice started in the corner of the room. Hermione looked up and saw Dobby standing there in his mismatched outfit glory with at least ten hats on top of his head. Malfoy arched a brow, turned to Hermione, then back to Dobby. He murmured something about 'Bloody SPEW....' and Dobby started once more. "Master Malfoy..." Dobby bowed. "Dobby, what are you doing here?" Hermione questioned, standing up. "Mister Potter has requested your presence in the Astronomy Tower tonight, Miss Granger. He said that he wishes to speak to you in private, about Mister Wheezy." Hermione nodded, slowly and thought about this for a moment, before turning to Draco. He was sneering and wondering if she was actually planning on going. "Tell him that I'll think about it. I'm still a little upset with them." Dobby nodded. "Thank you, Miss Granger, Dobby will go speak to him right now." The house elf quickly vanished, almost as if he had apparated.
Draco and Hermione set off to roam the halls, chatting lightly on the way. "So," Hermione started, rubbing her arm from the chill air, "What really happened that made you all late for the meeting?" Draco smirked a little. "I had, well, overslept. Hannah and Terry and all of their snogging glory, somehow made it to our dormitory, and we couldn't figure out where you were. We knew we had the meeting in the Prefect Hall, but they had the idea we were supposed to walk there together...." Hermione rolled her eyes with a laugh. "So they set out and were running about Hogwarts aimlessly trying to find you. I, though, was trying to explain that you were possibly already at the Hall waiting for us. Then.... Hannah ran into Snape. Literally." Hermione snorted. "It wasn't too pretty. He deducted ten points from Hufflepuff for their general ignorance and lack of concentration, which I found extremely amusing.... Terry tried to stand up for her, and he caused a deduction of fifteen points from Ravenclaw for disrespecting a teacher and delaying him to a meeting with.... McGonagall, I think...." Draco glanced to see Hermione's reaction. "This is going to sound odd, but you don't think that McGonagall and Snape have, you know, something going on, do you?" Draco laughed. "Of course not! That's impossible. Everyone knows that McGonagall has a thing for Dumbledore..." "Oh. I guess I didn't get the memo, I'm supposed to be swooning over two fellow staff members, eh?" Hermione and Draco stiffened noticably and turned around to face McGonagall. "I, er, P-P-P-Professor McGonagall!" Hermione sputtered in a falsetto tone of sheer surprise. "It seems as if Hogwart's two best students have caused a deduction of house points, as your fellow Prefects have today. I'd advise you not be to meddling in anyone else's business, Miss Granger and Mister Malfoy. Twenty points from Gryffindor and Slytherin. You will also recieve detention, which I will speak to you both about tomorrow morning as I have a meeting with Headmaster Dumbledore. Good day." As quickly as she arrived, she was gone. Hermione's mouth was gaping in shock. "You've got to be bloody kidding me." Draco turned to her and snorted. "Ahh, she's getting her fill of her two favourite men in one day." Hermione's mouth fell to the floor. "Draco!" She giggled. Hermione quickly covered her mouth. Hermione Granger does not giggle. She proceeded with very ungigglish type laughing from underneath her cupped hands. "That was wrong!" "Ah, but Hermione, you were the one who brought this whole situation about with your gossiping about our very beloved professors...." It donned on Hermione, it was her fault. She smirked. "Perhaps, but you were the one who continued with the bit. I should say ten points from Slytherin for your lack of conscience, but we'll not go there today." Draco shared her smirk. "Granger, you're positively evil."
last note: thanks to..... burgundyred and Hermione182 for reviewing. A little reviews are a lot to me! hmm... if i didn't put your name here, it's because FF.Net is being evil to me and only will let me see the reviews for Miss Independent, these are the ones that I saved on e-mail when I got the report.. hmm...