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I would have had this chapter up sooner, because I came home early from classes, but my migraine got worse and couldn't think straight. My muse advised me not to write in that state because I would probably get flames. So, since I can think straight temporarily, here's more Draco and Hermione goodness!!
Hermione ran up the stairs to the Gryffindor's dorm with the cereal still dripping her hair.
"Password please?"
"Elmaera Torvino." Hermione cried.
"Poor Hermione," the portrait said before sliding open. Hermione ran in and went straight to the bathroom to jump in the shower and get the stuff out of her hair. Ginny entered the common room and sat on a chair and waited until she was done. When she was finally done she came out, hair dripping, eyes still puffy from crying.
"Hermione, are you alright?"
"Do I look alright? I'm such a fool! Falling for Draco Malfoy. Now look at the trouble I've gotten into. I'm the laughing stock of the school, and your brother hates me!"
"Don't say that! Ron does not hate you, and the only ones laughing were Slytherin's, Draco NOT included. Don' be mad at yourself for falling for Draco. You can't help who you like."
"I can never show my face down there again."
"Hermione! You are being ridiculous! It's Pansy who can never show her face there again. She's going to be in so much trouble! I wonder what they're going to do to her!"
The portrait whole opened and Hermione turned to leave when she saw it was just Harry and Ron.
"Hey." Ron said, his face red. He sat down on a chair and put his elbows on his knees, hands resting on his head.
"Someone wants to meet with you. They're waiting on the stairs," Harry said. Hermione turned back to the girl's dorm.
"Well you can tell whoever it is, I'm not going." Ginny grabbed her arm.
"Go talk to him."
"I'm not going anywhere! I don't care anymore."
"Wait, this is not the Hermione I know," Ron said standing up. He walked over to her and grabbed her wrist. "I don't want to do this, seeing as I can't stand him or the thought of you being anywhere near him, but you have to go. He's waiting." He said, and led her to the door. She sighed and looked down.
"Guess I can't win, can I?"
"I'd like to see you try," the taller boy said, a hint of humor in his eyes, temporarily masking the pain. Hermione sighed again and opened the door, walking slowly to the stairs. She heard voices, but they stopped when she approached.
"Hi." She said, hanging her head down, her wet hair covering her face.
"Hermione, I'm sorry." Draco said, taking a step to her. "If I could have stopped her, or knew what she was doing I-"
"It's alright."
"No it's not!" He took one of her hands and used the other to try and lift her chin to look into his eyes. She turned away and he grabbed her, pulling her close. "Hermione, look at me. Please?" She looked through her wet hair and he smiled at her. "That's better." A portrait giggled somewhere and Draco gave an annoyed look around. He stepped into the corridor away from the portraits and leaned against the wall, pulling Hermione close.
"I've brought you so much trouble."
"HA! That's the funniest thing I've heard! My whole family is trouble. You, my dear, are an angel in disguise, freeing the imprisoned heart of a tortured soul." Hermione started to laugh, and he looked hurt. "Hey, I told you I wasn't any good with this." Hermione smiled and looked up at him, allowing him to brush her hair away from her eyes.
He leaned down and gently pressed his lips against her. Her heart fluttered with delight as she leaned into the kiss. He opened his mouth slightly and ran his tongue across her lips. She opened her eyes wide and pulled back, surprised.
"I'm sorry!" He said, turning red.
"It's alright, you just, surprised me." She said and leaned up to kiss him again. He grinned and squeezed her tight, making his gasp for breath. "Mind letting me go just a little bit?"
He laughed. "Sorry."
Dumbledore sat in his seat behind his desk, the portraits of the old headmaster's looking down at the Slytherin in the seat. Snape was leaning against the wall, his arm on top of a cabinet glaring down at Pansy.
"What would prompt you to do something like this? We have no tolerance for those actions at this school."
"I'm sure if Miss Perfect did that she wouldn't be getting into trouble. Or any of the Gryffindor's for that matter."
"Ms. Parkinson that is quite enough," Snape said coldly. She turned to him with a glare.
"What would posses you to pour cereal into Ms. Granger's hair?" Dumbledore asked. She smirked.
"Because she stole Draco away from me."
Dumbledore sighed. "As I have heard, he was not with you to begin with. This is childish and irresponsible. Twenty points from Slytherin, and a week of detention for you, helping the caretaker clean the floors of the Great Hall."
"Well worth it." She sneered.
"Shall we make that two?" Snape yelled. She shrugged. "Professor Dumbledore, I believe Ms. Parkinson would like two weeks. One is not enough to teach her a lesson."
"Very well. You start tonight at nine o'clock. Meet Mr. Filch in the Great Hall."
"Whatever." She said, and stood, walking out of the room. Dumbledore sighed and rubbed his hand across his forehead.
"She is going to cause more trouble."
"What do you suggest?"
"Keep an eye on her. Make sure she doesn't try to harm anyone else. That's my main concern. She is angry, and will stop at nothing to get what she wants."
"Of course she won't. Look at her family, and what house she's in."
"You say that about your own house?"
"Let's face the facts, Slytherin hasn't always turned out the nicest witches and wizards."
Pansy walked back to the Slytherin common room, fuming. A first year from Hufflepuff timidly walked by here and then bolted down the hall, afraid of what had happened at breakfast. Pansy grinned at that and kept walking.
'I have to make everyone pay for this. There has to be something I can do.'
Sorry it's short again. Head hurts, and I can't think no more. I'll make more later if it goes away. If not, tomorrow. Please review if you like it! ^_^
I would have had this chapter up sooner, because I came home early from classes, but my migraine got worse and couldn't think straight. My muse advised me not to write in that state because I would probably get flames. So, since I can think straight temporarily, here's more Draco and Hermione goodness!!
Hermione ran up the stairs to the Gryffindor's dorm with the cereal still dripping her hair.
"Password please?"
"Elmaera Torvino." Hermione cried.
"Poor Hermione," the portrait said before sliding open. Hermione ran in and went straight to the bathroom to jump in the shower and get the stuff out of her hair. Ginny entered the common room and sat on a chair and waited until she was done. When she was finally done she came out, hair dripping, eyes still puffy from crying.
"Hermione, are you alright?"
"Do I look alright? I'm such a fool! Falling for Draco Malfoy. Now look at the trouble I've gotten into. I'm the laughing stock of the school, and your brother hates me!"
"Don't say that! Ron does not hate you, and the only ones laughing were Slytherin's, Draco NOT included. Don' be mad at yourself for falling for Draco. You can't help who you like."
"I can never show my face down there again."
"Hermione! You are being ridiculous! It's Pansy who can never show her face there again. She's going to be in so much trouble! I wonder what they're going to do to her!"
The portrait whole opened and Hermione turned to leave when she saw it was just Harry and Ron.
"Hey." Ron said, his face red. He sat down on a chair and put his elbows on his knees, hands resting on his head.
"Someone wants to meet with you. They're waiting on the stairs," Harry said. Hermione turned back to the girl's dorm.
"Well you can tell whoever it is, I'm not going." Ginny grabbed her arm.
"Go talk to him."
"I'm not going anywhere! I don't care anymore."
"Wait, this is not the Hermione I know," Ron said standing up. He walked over to her and grabbed her wrist. "I don't want to do this, seeing as I can't stand him or the thought of you being anywhere near him, but you have to go. He's waiting." He said, and led her to the door. She sighed and looked down.
"Guess I can't win, can I?"
"I'd like to see you try," the taller boy said, a hint of humor in his eyes, temporarily masking the pain. Hermione sighed again and opened the door, walking slowly to the stairs. She heard voices, but they stopped when she approached.
"Hi." She said, hanging her head down, her wet hair covering her face.
"Hermione, I'm sorry." Draco said, taking a step to her. "If I could have stopped her, or knew what she was doing I-"
"It's alright."
"No it's not!" He took one of her hands and used the other to try and lift her chin to look into his eyes. She turned away and he grabbed her, pulling her close. "Hermione, look at me. Please?" She looked through her wet hair and he smiled at her. "That's better." A portrait giggled somewhere and Draco gave an annoyed look around. He stepped into the corridor away from the portraits and leaned against the wall, pulling Hermione close.
"I've brought you so much trouble."
"HA! That's the funniest thing I've heard! My whole family is trouble. You, my dear, are an angel in disguise, freeing the imprisoned heart of a tortured soul." Hermione started to laugh, and he looked hurt. "Hey, I told you I wasn't any good with this." Hermione smiled and looked up at him, allowing him to brush her hair away from her eyes.
He leaned down and gently pressed his lips against her. Her heart fluttered with delight as she leaned into the kiss. He opened his mouth slightly and ran his tongue across her lips. She opened her eyes wide and pulled back, surprised.
"I'm sorry!" He said, turning red.
"It's alright, you just, surprised me." She said and leaned up to kiss him again. He grinned and squeezed her tight, making his gasp for breath. "Mind letting me go just a little bit?"
He laughed. "Sorry."
Dumbledore sat in his seat behind his desk, the portraits of the old headmaster's looking down at the Slytherin in the seat. Snape was leaning against the wall, his arm on top of a cabinet glaring down at Pansy.
"What would prompt you to do something like this? We have no tolerance for those actions at this school."
"I'm sure if Miss Perfect did that she wouldn't be getting into trouble. Or any of the Gryffindor's for that matter."
"Ms. Parkinson that is quite enough," Snape said coldly. She turned to him with a glare.
"What would posses you to pour cereal into Ms. Granger's hair?" Dumbledore asked. She smirked.
"Because she stole Draco away from me."
Dumbledore sighed. "As I have heard, he was not with you to begin with. This is childish and irresponsible. Twenty points from Slytherin, and a week of detention for you, helping the caretaker clean the floors of the Great Hall."
"Well worth it." She sneered.
"Shall we make that two?" Snape yelled. She shrugged. "Professor Dumbledore, I believe Ms. Parkinson would like two weeks. One is not enough to teach her a lesson."
"Very well. You start tonight at nine o'clock. Meet Mr. Filch in the Great Hall."
"Whatever." She said, and stood, walking out of the room. Dumbledore sighed and rubbed his hand across his forehead.
"She is going to cause more trouble."
"What do you suggest?"
"Keep an eye on her. Make sure she doesn't try to harm anyone else. That's my main concern. She is angry, and will stop at nothing to get what she wants."
"Of course she won't. Look at her family, and what house she's in."
"You say that about your own house?"
"Let's face the facts, Slytherin hasn't always turned out the nicest witches and wizards."
Pansy walked back to the Slytherin common room, fuming. A first year from Hufflepuff timidly walked by here and then bolted down the hall, afraid of what had happened at breakfast. Pansy grinned at that and kept walking.
'I have to make everyone pay for this. There has to be something I can do.'
Sorry it's short again. Head hurts, and I can't think no more. I'll make more later if it goes away. If not, tomorrow. Please review if you like it! ^_^