A/N:: Hey Everyone. Thank you all very much for the wonderful reviews! I
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people who reviewed for chapter 14)
Hey Hallie! I'm glad you enjoy my writings! Sorry I'm not updating on a regular basis, I've been a bit stressed and sick lately. Though, no matter what I'm feelin' I always LOVE to write, and I write for the people, so thank you for reading my Fan Fiction!
Teri:: Hey, Hey! Thanks for the review! I hope you continue to read.
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Cassie:: You're assumption may be right. . . then again . .
KrystyWroth:: I have not really decided if I'm going to pair Ron up or not. You gotta remember, he fancies Hermione. BUT you never know. . .
courtjasnluvr87:: Glad you like my story!
Thanks again to everyone who reviewed! Here is Chapter 15!!
Chapter 15
Their heads snapped round, looking for source of the voice. When Draco saw who it was, he took two big steps away from Hermione. She looked upset when he did this, but she also knew why he moved away.
"Well, well, well. What have we here?" a cruel evil smile crossed his ugly, old face.
She just gulped, and stared at Filch. His nasty gray, skeletal cat, Mrs. Norris, was sitting at his feet, looking oddly satisfied. Hermione had a strange suspicion that the cat had something to do with this.
"Follow me Granger, Malfoy. We're off too see Professor Snape!" He smile did not falter as he spun around and began to walk away from them.
It was a scary silence that surrounded them as they followed the caretaker to the dungeons. All they heard was the click of their shoes on the stone floor, which echoed eerily.
"You'll both see Snape. Oooh, he won't be pleased, not pleased at all!" He chuckled sinisterly. Then he led them into Snape's office, and ordered them to sit.
"No funny business while I fetch Professor Snape." And he shut the office door with a sharp snap.
Draco looked over at Hermione, who was as white as a sheet.
"It'll be okay. . ." he cooed, patting her on the arm. "It's only Snape."
" *Only* Snape!?" she cried. "Snape hates all Gryffindors! Especially little miss smarty pants!"
Draco didn't get to reply. At that moment the door flew open with a bang, and Snape stepped into the room, and strode behind his desk. He placed both hands on his desk with a loud snap, which made both students jump.
"What," he growled, "is the meaning of all this?" He was staring at them both, looking ferocious.
"Well," Said Draco, glancing at Hermione, sending her a silent message, telling her not to say anything. "I was doing a last minute patrol of the grounds and I came along Granger," He stared hopefully at Snape, "I ordered her to get to bed. I had not realized she was also a Prefect." A few beats of silence, then Draco added, "Sir."
"So you decided to persuade her to bed my sticking your tongue down her throat?" Snape glared at Malfoy. He stole a quick glance at Hermione again.
"Well," He started. Then there was a sudden crashing noise a floor above, and they all heard, quiet clearly, a loud cackle from Peeves. The door to the office flew open moments later, and a panting Filch reappeared.
"Peeves," he panted, "Fireworks." That was all he said.
Snape snapped his head back to the pair of them.
"You are dismissed for now. Don't ever let me catch you wandering the halls again Malfoy, or I shall have to dock points from *both* houses." And he glided toward the doorway, but stopped in the doorframe. "But, I will be writing to your father Draco." And he left. It was Draco's turn to turn white. He covered his face with his hands. He furrowed his brow and stared at the stone ceiling, shaking his head.
"And I thought we going to get off scott free." He looked back at Hermione. "I'm sorry."
"It's alright, Draco." She said softly, getting to her feet. "Let's go back to our dorms, before Snape returns." He nodded in agreement and stood. Snape was writing to his father. Draco was worried. Worried to the point that he felt nauseous. His father was a death eater, and he knew it. If his father found out that his only son had been playing kissy face with a Mudblood. A mudblood Gryffindor, at that.
They said goodbye outside Snape's office. Draco went left, and Hermione right, back toward the entrance hall.
When Hermione returned she found Harry sitting at the fire side, reading.
"What are you doing up so late?" she asked him, taking a seat near him.
"Waiting for you." He put his book down. Hermione was a little taken aback by his answer, and stared quizzically at him. "I ran into Filch on my way back from Quidditch practice. He looked very happy. I was trailing mud in apparently, and he was complaining how he'd have to clean it up after he got Snape. He said he caught you and Malfoy in the dungeon corridor."
"Geez, I don't need him telling the whole school!" she cried.
"He won't, he'll be too busy cleaning up a different mess." Harry smirked evilly. "I ran and found Fred and George. I convinced them to set off some of the new fireworks they developed; they told me they wanted to test them out anyway. They got Peeves to set them off right above Snapes office. Made a real mess of the place." He finished his story.
Hermione stared dumbfounded at Harry.
"You did all that?"
"Well the credit for the noise and for Peeves should go to Fred and George." He was still smiling.
"Oh my God," she whispered. "Thank you Harry. I owe you."
"You know it." He winked.
~*~*~*~
The next few days went by smoothly. Hermione and Draco had decided to hold off on the meetings for a while. Neither was sure if Draco's father had been informed of what had happened. He never heard from Mr. Malfoy, if Snape really did write to him.
But something odd happened a few days later. . .
"Miss Granger, the headmaster would like to see you," Said Professor McGonagall. (( a/n: sorry if I misspelled that!))
Puzzled, Hermione took the hall pass from the professor, and gave one last look at her friends before she left the Transfiguration classroom. It was a stormy after noon, and the rain hit the panes of the high glass windows like the sound of bullets. Hermione reached the stone Gargoyle and said the password McGonagall had written on the parchment. She climbed the staircase, and knocked three times on the oak door.
"Come in." Said Dumbledore. She entered, and seated herself across from the headmaster.
"You wanted to see me, sir?"
"Yes, well, we have to wait for a moment, I have also called Draco Malfoy to my office." He peered over his specials at Hermione, and she noticed he was smiling. Did the reason he called them here have to do with last week? Were they in trouble? After a few moments of silence, in witch a loud clap of thunder like the sound of a whip, echoed through the office and the rest of the school. Then Draco sidled into the room, looking nervous. He looked much more nervous when he spotted Hermione. He took the seat next to her, and sent her a sideways worried look.
"I have called you two here for one reason." He leaned forward in his chair, and watched them both. Hermione was anxiously twisting her robes in her hands. Suddenly Dumbledore looked very still and gloomy.
"I have some very," he paused, "sad news." He was now staring at Hermione. What could possible have happened to make Dumbledore's normally twinkling eyes to look so empty?
A/N ::: Drop a Review!!!
Ps:: MUAH HA HA!! *cough, cough* I mean . . . Hem, like the ending? =-D
Hey Hallie! I'm glad you enjoy my writings! Sorry I'm not updating on a regular basis, I've been a bit stressed and sick lately. Though, no matter what I'm feelin' I always LOVE to write, and I write for the people, so thank you for reading my Fan Fiction!
Teri:: Hey, Hey! Thanks for the review! I hope you continue to read.
Erica:: That is THE BEST review I have ever gotten. Thank you very very much! :)
Cassie:: You're assumption may be right. . . then again . .
KrystyWroth:: I have not really decided if I'm going to pair Ron up or not. You gotta remember, he fancies Hermione. BUT you never know. . .
courtjasnluvr87:: Glad you like my story!
Thanks again to everyone who reviewed! Here is Chapter 15!!
Chapter 15
Their heads snapped round, looking for source of the voice. When Draco saw who it was, he took two big steps away from Hermione. She looked upset when he did this, but she also knew why he moved away.
"Well, well, well. What have we here?" a cruel evil smile crossed his ugly, old face.
She just gulped, and stared at Filch. His nasty gray, skeletal cat, Mrs. Norris, was sitting at his feet, looking oddly satisfied. Hermione had a strange suspicion that the cat had something to do with this.
"Follow me Granger, Malfoy. We're off too see Professor Snape!" He smile did not falter as he spun around and began to walk away from them.
It was a scary silence that surrounded them as they followed the caretaker to the dungeons. All they heard was the click of their shoes on the stone floor, which echoed eerily.
"You'll both see Snape. Oooh, he won't be pleased, not pleased at all!" He chuckled sinisterly. Then he led them into Snape's office, and ordered them to sit.
"No funny business while I fetch Professor Snape." And he shut the office door with a sharp snap.
Draco looked over at Hermione, who was as white as a sheet.
"It'll be okay. . ." he cooed, patting her on the arm. "It's only Snape."
" *Only* Snape!?" she cried. "Snape hates all Gryffindors! Especially little miss smarty pants!"
Draco didn't get to reply. At that moment the door flew open with a bang, and Snape stepped into the room, and strode behind his desk. He placed both hands on his desk with a loud snap, which made both students jump.
"What," he growled, "is the meaning of all this?" He was staring at them both, looking ferocious.
"Well," Said Draco, glancing at Hermione, sending her a silent message, telling her not to say anything. "I was doing a last minute patrol of the grounds and I came along Granger," He stared hopefully at Snape, "I ordered her to get to bed. I had not realized she was also a Prefect." A few beats of silence, then Draco added, "Sir."
"So you decided to persuade her to bed my sticking your tongue down her throat?" Snape glared at Malfoy. He stole a quick glance at Hermione again.
"Well," He started. Then there was a sudden crashing noise a floor above, and they all heard, quiet clearly, a loud cackle from Peeves. The door to the office flew open moments later, and a panting Filch reappeared.
"Peeves," he panted, "Fireworks." That was all he said.
Snape snapped his head back to the pair of them.
"You are dismissed for now. Don't ever let me catch you wandering the halls again Malfoy, or I shall have to dock points from *both* houses." And he glided toward the doorway, but stopped in the doorframe. "But, I will be writing to your father Draco." And he left. It was Draco's turn to turn white. He covered his face with his hands. He furrowed his brow and stared at the stone ceiling, shaking his head.
"And I thought we going to get off scott free." He looked back at Hermione. "I'm sorry."
"It's alright, Draco." She said softly, getting to her feet. "Let's go back to our dorms, before Snape returns." He nodded in agreement and stood. Snape was writing to his father. Draco was worried. Worried to the point that he felt nauseous. His father was a death eater, and he knew it. If his father found out that his only son had been playing kissy face with a Mudblood. A mudblood Gryffindor, at that.
They said goodbye outside Snape's office. Draco went left, and Hermione right, back toward the entrance hall.
When Hermione returned she found Harry sitting at the fire side, reading.
"What are you doing up so late?" she asked him, taking a seat near him.
"Waiting for you." He put his book down. Hermione was a little taken aback by his answer, and stared quizzically at him. "I ran into Filch on my way back from Quidditch practice. He looked very happy. I was trailing mud in apparently, and he was complaining how he'd have to clean it up after he got Snape. He said he caught you and Malfoy in the dungeon corridor."
"Geez, I don't need him telling the whole school!" she cried.
"He won't, he'll be too busy cleaning up a different mess." Harry smirked evilly. "I ran and found Fred and George. I convinced them to set off some of the new fireworks they developed; they told me they wanted to test them out anyway. They got Peeves to set them off right above Snapes office. Made a real mess of the place." He finished his story.
Hermione stared dumbfounded at Harry.
"You did all that?"
"Well the credit for the noise and for Peeves should go to Fred and George." He was still smiling.
"Oh my God," she whispered. "Thank you Harry. I owe you."
"You know it." He winked.
~*~*~*~
The next few days went by smoothly. Hermione and Draco had decided to hold off on the meetings for a while. Neither was sure if Draco's father had been informed of what had happened. He never heard from Mr. Malfoy, if Snape really did write to him.
But something odd happened a few days later. . .
"Miss Granger, the headmaster would like to see you," Said Professor McGonagall. (( a/n: sorry if I misspelled that!))
Puzzled, Hermione took the hall pass from the professor, and gave one last look at her friends before she left the Transfiguration classroom. It was a stormy after noon, and the rain hit the panes of the high glass windows like the sound of bullets. Hermione reached the stone Gargoyle and said the password McGonagall had written on the parchment. She climbed the staircase, and knocked three times on the oak door.
"Come in." Said Dumbledore. She entered, and seated herself across from the headmaster.
"You wanted to see me, sir?"
"Yes, well, we have to wait for a moment, I have also called Draco Malfoy to my office." He peered over his specials at Hermione, and she noticed he was smiling. Did the reason he called them here have to do with last week? Were they in trouble? After a few moments of silence, in witch a loud clap of thunder like the sound of a whip, echoed through the office and the rest of the school. Then Draco sidled into the room, looking nervous. He looked much more nervous when he spotted Hermione. He took the seat next to her, and sent her a sideways worried look.
"I have called you two here for one reason." He leaned forward in his chair, and watched them both. Hermione was anxiously twisting her robes in her hands. Suddenly Dumbledore looked very still and gloomy.
"I have some very," he paused, "sad news." He was now staring at Hermione. What could possible have happened to make Dumbledore's normally twinkling eyes to look so empty?
A/N ::: Drop a Review!!!
Ps:: MUAH HA HA!! *cough, cough* I mean . . . Hem, like the ending? =-D