When Hermoine walked back to the Great Hall for lunch that afternoon, she
saw Harry and Ron impatiently waiting for her.
'And! how did it go? Dean didn't seem to happy!' Ron yelled at her, waving his arm furiously. Hermoine said down and rested her head on her palm.
'I have to work with Malfoy for the rest of the year. we have to spend three hours per week in the library togheter. we have to make a new kind of potion.'
it came out as a soft murmer, while she was staring at the Slytherin table, were Malfoy seemed to be angry, eating his toast with unnececary hard bites.
Harry and Ron exchanged a confused and concerned look before the kneeled down and tried to cheer Hermoine up, who was still staring at Malfoy, but her eyes had a strange gaze, as if she didn't see anything at all.
'Hermoine, that is terrible! but why, for god's sake?' Harry asked, frowning.
'I told you so. we have to make a potion. we have to go to the library every other day. i can't skip that; we have to report ourselves at Madame Pince. ' when Ron started to say he could make up an excuse for her, she sat ut straight, but still staring to the same direction. 'i don't WANT to skip it. it counts enormously. it would have been nice though if i could have stick to being with Dean. although i am still lucky. what if i was stuck with Crabbe, or Goyle? at least Malfoy is somewhat smart.'
all of this came out at a soft tone, as if she was talking to herself. she hadn't touched dinner, but she started walking away.
'I need to be on my own now. sorry.'
Harry and Ron looked her walking away, with puzzled and concerned looks on their faces.
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Hermoine was up at her dorm. she was looking out of the window, gazing over the enormous landscape of Hogwarts. she saw Hagrid preparing his next lesson, that was deticated to them, she realized, as she cought a glimpse of her timetable, that had fallen out of her bag as she had trown it on the floor. she sighed again and thought about every time Malfoy had called her a Mudblood. it was hard to take. she didn't feel like someone was obliged to hate her. she always tried to be friendly and walking trough life with a huge smile on her face: but the thought of working with Malfoy all year long gave her enough reasons not ever to smile again. she did though, when she saw Hagrid running away from a cage that suddenly had come to life: this animal must have found some way to bring his paws out. she thought she might have to help, but Hagrid had already catched the beast. that certainly promised to be a nice lesson.
another lesson with Malfoy, she realised. she suddenly felt of skipping, something she had never thought about before, at least not in this way. but it was no use. so she went to that lessons, bared the looks of Malfoy and tried not to look at him. she cerntainly didn't want to give him any reason, any reason at all, to offend her again.
That night was one of the nights they had to work togheter. Hermoine wasn't looking forward to it, but entered the Library 30 minutes earlier than she was supposed to. she had more things to do, so she could use her time.
she was already working for quite some time when she suddenly felt there was someone standing next to her. she looked up and saw the pale face of Malfoy, who was apperantly just as pleased to be here as she was. she went on with her work again, ignoring him. finally, he got a chair for himself and sat down. he also had brought homework, and started making it.
as they had sat their for nearly 20 minutes, he put down his quill and started staring at her. she saw trough this immediatly, and stopped making her homework. she folded everything up and placed her things in her bag, careful not to look at him. she had trouble closing the strap, but she got it. then she finally looked up.
'Leaving, Granger?'
'Actually, no. i wanted to talk to you.'
she waited for a very nasty comment, but he just looked at her.
'We have to work togheter.'
'I know that. i have brains too.' he smirked.
'Yes. but we have to do something togheter, we have to make a new potion, which we could do by just trowing some ingredients in water, saying that drinking it will most defenitly make you nauseous and call it a day. but i want to get a good grade on this, and i'm sure you want so too.'
she took a breath, praying silently that the weard she had just said, had taken him were she wanted him: a place where they could accept who they are and just iwork/i togheter.
'Excellent speech, Granger. do they learn you that at muggle schools?'
'That was absolutley uncalled for Malfoy. and not even funny, too.'
he smirked and went back to work. Hermoine sat back in the lazy chair and wondered what went trough his head.
'Alright,' he said.
'What?'
'i will normally work with you. as far as normal goes. and you have no idea what my idea of normal is.' his eyes showed a sparkle as he said that.
Hermoine sighed, realising this had brought her nowhere. he could still act around her the way he wanted to, right now.
'Fine,' she said, and started to get up.
'Proffesor Snape has given us our own room,' he said.
Hermoine turned around.
'What?'
'Everyone has been presented with one. a room were we can work anytime we want togheter, were no-one can disturb us. ofcourse the room will be used for very different events, if i think of Paul and his lovely girlfriend... '
Hermoine blinked. had she just heard that correctly?
'So, we have a room somewhere where we can peacefully work on a potion,' She concluded.
'Yes.'
'And where is that room?'
'Here, in this library.'
he tossed her a key with a the number 3 on it.
she turned around and saw the doors, she always held for archieve filers.
she found door 3 and opened it.
it had a place for caldrons and two chairs and a table. anough to make a potion, she tought, as she entered and lighted a fire. she could see more clearly now.
Malfoy had entered and gave the room a fast look.
'the hour is over.' he said and walked away, leaving Hermoine in the room.
she found a seat next to the fire she had just lightened and stared out of the window that was in front of her.
working with Malfoy, this was going to be huge. she bended over to find her bag and got out the notes she had made that day, during Potions.
she read and re-read the posibilties they had, what kind of potion they could make. Hermoine's first choise was one that made bones unbreakable; but she had no clue what Malfoy wanted.
she sighed again by thinking of his name. she needed a good grade for this. and she wasn't expecting ihim/i to help.
'And! how did it go? Dean didn't seem to happy!' Ron yelled at her, waving his arm furiously. Hermoine said down and rested her head on her palm.
'I have to work with Malfoy for the rest of the year. we have to spend three hours per week in the library togheter. we have to make a new kind of potion.'
it came out as a soft murmer, while she was staring at the Slytherin table, were Malfoy seemed to be angry, eating his toast with unnececary hard bites.
Harry and Ron exchanged a confused and concerned look before the kneeled down and tried to cheer Hermoine up, who was still staring at Malfoy, but her eyes had a strange gaze, as if she didn't see anything at all.
'Hermoine, that is terrible! but why, for god's sake?' Harry asked, frowning.
'I told you so. we have to make a potion. we have to go to the library every other day. i can't skip that; we have to report ourselves at Madame Pince. ' when Ron started to say he could make up an excuse for her, she sat ut straight, but still staring to the same direction. 'i don't WANT to skip it. it counts enormously. it would have been nice though if i could have stick to being with Dean. although i am still lucky. what if i was stuck with Crabbe, or Goyle? at least Malfoy is somewhat smart.'
all of this came out at a soft tone, as if she was talking to herself. she hadn't touched dinner, but she started walking away.
'I need to be on my own now. sorry.'
Harry and Ron looked her walking away, with puzzled and concerned looks on their faces.
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Hermoine was up at her dorm. she was looking out of the window, gazing over the enormous landscape of Hogwarts. she saw Hagrid preparing his next lesson, that was deticated to them, she realized, as she cought a glimpse of her timetable, that had fallen out of her bag as she had trown it on the floor. she sighed again and thought about every time Malfoy had called her a Mudblood. it was hard to take. she didn't feel like someone was obliged to hate her. she always tried to be friendly and walking trough life with a huge smile on her face: but the thought of working with Malfoy all year long gave her enough reasons not ever to smile again. she did though, when she saw Hagrid running away from a cage that suddenly had come to life: this animal must have found some way to bring his paws out. she thought she might have to help, but Hagrid had already catched the beast. that certainly promised to be a nice lesson.
another lesson with Malfoy, she realised. she suddenly felt of skipping, something she had never thought about before, at least not in this way. but it was no use. so she went to that lessons, bared the looks of Malfoy and tried not to look at him. she cerntainly didn't want to give him any reason, any reason at all, to offend her again.
That night was one of the nights they had to work togheter. Hermoine wasn't looking forward to it, but entered the Library 30 minutes earlier than she was supposed to. she had more things to do, so she could use her time.
she was already working for quite some time when she suddenly felt there was someone standing next to her. she looked up and saw the pale face of Malfoy, who was apperantly just as pleased to be here as she was. she went on with her work again, ignoring him. finally, he got a chair for himself and sat down. he also had brought homework, and started making it.
as they had sat their for nearly 20 minutes, he put down his quill and started staring at her. she saw trough this immediatly, and stopped making her homework. she folded everything up and placed her things in her bag, careful not to look at him. she had trouble closing the strap, but she got it. then she finally looked up.
'Leaving, Granger?'
'Actually, no. i wanted to talk to you.'
she waited for a very nasty comment, but he just looked at her.
'We have to work togheter.'
'I know that. i have brains too.' he smirked.
'Yes. but we have to do something togheter, we have to make a new potion, which we could do by just trowing some ingredients in water, saying that drinking it will most defenitly make you nauseous and call it a day. but i want to get a good grade on this, and i'm sure you want so too.'
she took a breath, praying silently that the weard she had just said, had taken him were she wanted him: a place where they could accept who they are and just iwork/i togheter.
'Excellent speech, Granger. do they learn you that at muggle schools?'
'That was absolutley uncalled for Malfoy. and not even funny, too.'
he smirked and went back to work. Hermoine sat back in the lazy chair and wondered what went trough his head.
'Alright,' he said.
'What?'
'i will normally work with you. as far as normal goes. and you have no idea what my idea of normal is.' his eyes showed a sparkle as he said that.
Hermoine sighed, realising this had brought her nowhere. he could still act around her the way he wanted to, right now.
'Fine,' she said, and started to get up.
'Proffesor Snape has given us our own room,' he said.
Hermoine turned around.
'What?'
'Everyone has been presented with one. a room were we can work anytime we want togheter, were no-one can disturb us. ofcourse the room will be used for very different events, if i think of Paul and his lovely girlfriend... '
Hermoine blinked. had she just heard that correctly?
'So, we have a room somewhere where we can peacefully work on a potion,' She concluded.
'Yes.'
'And where is that room?'
'Here, in this library.'
he tossed her a key with a the number 3 on it.
she turned around and saw the doors, she always held for archieve filers.
she found door 3 and opened it.
it had a place for caldrons and two chairs and a table. anough to make a potion, she tought, as she entered and lighted a fire. she could see more clearly now.
Malfoy had entered and gave the room a fast look.
'the hour is over.' he said and walked away, leaving Hermoine in the room.
she found a seat next to the fire she had just lightened and stared out of the window that was in front of her.
working with Malfoy, this was going to be huge. she bended over to find her bag and got out the notes she had made that day, during Potions.
she read and re-read the posibilties they had, what kind of potion they could make. Hermoine's first choise was one that made bones unbreakable; but she had no clue what Malfoy wanted.
she sighed again by thinking of his name. she needed a good grade for this. and she wasn't expecting ihim/i to help.