A/N: This chappie's a little longer than the last ones have been. (You're
welcome. Not that I actually expect anyone to say thank-you, as I've had
about- hmmm, what is it now, four reviewers? Is ~anyone~ actually reading
this? Admittedly, it's not the best fanfic ever written, but I rather like
it. I guess I'm all alone in that, too.) Well, all four of you, enjoy this
addition to the wonderful saga of. Oops! I Did It Again! (No relation to
the BS song by the same title. .)
Chapter Five: McGonagall's "Announcement"
Hermione stuck her head inside Draco's doorway, and saw him sleeping on the bed. She flicked the light on and off in an attempt to awaken him.
When it had become quite obvious that it wasn't having an effect on him, Hermione sighed, and walked over to the bed and shook him awake, and none too gently at that. When he opened his eyes to scowl at her, she told him, "McGonagall's here."
That woke him up. "What? Why?"
"I don't know. She wouldn't say. Said she didn't want to have to do it twice."
They were almost out of Draco's room when he gently grabbed Hermione's elbow. "Mione I am ~so~ sorry. I never meant to make you think. I would never do anything you didn't want me to. I just. You left the door partway open, and I got up to shut it, and you were there, and."
She interrupted. "Draco, I know. ~Really~, I do. And I think I've made us ~both~ miserable enough, so." she grinned devilishly, "let's go see McGonagall before she starts wondering what we're doing in here."
Draco looked a bit peeved. "What? Not even a kiss for making me miserable?"
"Nope." She grinned and flounced out the doorway.
"Grrr.~women~," Draco grumbled.
"With that attitude, Mr. Malfoy, there will be no kisses 'till Easter."
"But Hermione, its only November."
"I know. Now, stop whining."
"But that's not nice," he pouted. She grinned over her shoulder at him as they entered the living room.
McGonagall was waiting for them, sitting, rather stiffly, in Draco's chair. He raised an eyebrow at Hermione. Somehow, McGonagall just didn't seem like the type who liked zebra print. Hermione winked at him and sat down on the couch. Draco sat down next to her.
McGonagall raised an eyebrow. Hermione blushed rather furiously. Draco grinned. McGonagall rolled her eyes. "You two. Anyway, a suitable location for the continuance of your concealment has been found. " Both teenagers looked rather excited. As this hotel suite, though very nice, wasn't very big, and got a little boring rather quickly. McGonagall continued. "It is located on a small tropical island, that is very heavily magically protected. Spells against apparation, portkeys, and innocent muggle detection are all already in place, though the portkey ban, will be temporarily removed for your arrival at exactly noon tomorrow, your time. Here is the portkey." She handed Hermione a dented pop can. "And you will be allowed to wander outside during the daylight hours, ~together~. You must never leave the house after dark, or alone. Even with our protections, this is still very dangerous, and if anything happens, you will immediately alert the Headmaster or myself. This can be done through a spell set up at the house, and connected to our wristwatches. And we will come, yes, Mr. Malfoy I know there is no apparation on the island," she said at Draco's intake of breath, "but we have our ways. And then you will be immediately removed back here, or to the school.
Since she appeared to be finished, Hermione asked, "Professor, will we, I mean do we, er. will the house be spelled like the hotel room?"
Draco looked at her sharply, sensing that that had not been what she intended to say. She shook her head almost imperceptibly, though, and relaxed, though he still wondered about it, and planned to question her later.
"Yes, Miss Granger, the house is spelled much like these rooms." McGonagall looked a little suspicious.
"Professor, would you like some tea?" Hermione said nervously.
"No, thank you, dear, I really must be going."
"Alright then, goodbye, professor, hope to see you again soon!"
A/N: I know its neither eventful or long, but bear with me here, I do have limits on my computer time, and I wanted to finally get these posted.
Chapter Five: McGonagall's "Announcement"
Hermione stuck her head inside Draco's doorway, and saw him sleeping on the bed. She flicked the light on and off in an attempt to awaken him.
When it had become quite obvious that it wasn't having an effect on him, Hermione sighed, and walked over to the bed and shook him awake, and none too gently at that. When he opened his eyes to scowl at her, she told him, "McGonagall's here."
That woke him up. "What? Why?"
"I don't know. She wouldn't say. Said she didn't want to have to do it twice."
They were almost out of Draco's room when he gently grabbed Hermione's elbow. "Mione I am ~so~ sorry. I never meant to make you think. I would never do anything you didn't want me to. I just. You left the door partway open, and I got up to shut it, and you were there, and."
She interrupted. "Draco, I know. ~Really~, I do. And I think I've made us ~both~ miserable enough, so." she grinned devilishly, "let's go see McGonagall before she starts wondering what we're doing in here."
Draco looked a bit peeved. "What? Not even a kiss for making me miserable?"
"Nope." She grinned and flounced out the doorway.
"Grrr.~women~," Draco grumbled.
"With that attitude, Mr. Malfoy, there will be no kisses 'till Easter."
"But Hermione, its only November."
"I know. Now, stop whining."
"But that's not nice," he pouted. She grinned over her shoulder at him as they entered the living room.
McGonagall was waiting for them, sitting, rather stiffly, in Draco's chair. He raised an eyebrow at Hermione. Somehow, McGonagall just didn't seem like the type who liked zebra print. Hermione winked at him and sat down on the couch. Draco sat down next to her.
McGonagall raised an eyebrow. Hermione blushed rather furiously. Draco grinned. McGonagall rolled her eyes. "You two. Anyway, a suitable location for the continuance of your concealment has been found. " Both teenagers looked rather excited. As this hotel suite, though very nice, wasn't very big, and got a little boring rather quickly. McGonagall continued. "It is located on a small tropical island, that is very heavily magically protected. Spells against apparation, portkeys, and innocent muggle detection are all already in place, though the portkey ban, will be temporarily removed for your arrival at exactly noon tomorrow, your time. Here is the portkey." She handed Hermione a dented pop can. "And you will be allowed to wander outside during the daylight hours, ~together~. You must never leave the house after dark, or alone. Even with our protections, this is still very dangerous, and if anything happens, you will immediately alert the Headmaster or myself. This can be done through a spell set up at the house, and connected to our wristwatches. And we will come, yes, Mr. Malfoy I know there is no apparation on the island," she said at Draco's intake of breath, "but we have our ways. And then you will be immediately removed back here, or to the school.
Since she appeared to be finished, Hermione asked, "Professor, will we, I mean do we, er. will the house be spelled like the hotel room?"
Draco looked at her sharply, sensing that that had not been what she intended to say. She shook her head almost imperceptibly, though, and relaxed, though he still wondered about it, and planned to question her later.
"Yes, Miss Granger, the house is spelled much like these rooms." McGonagall looked a little suspicious.
"Professor, would you like some tea?" Hermione said nervously.
"No, thank you, dear, I really must be going."
"Alright then, goodbye, professor, hope to see you again soon!"
A/N: I know its neither eventful or long, but bear with me here, I do have limits on my computer time, and I wanted to finally get these posted.