Here's the next chapter! And since tonight is Halloween, I'm going to be
making the week go by rapidly so they can get to the Masquerade Ball. ^_^
Hope you like this.
Also., PinkTribeChick, I'm not usually a fan of Jessica Simpson either, but
the darn song was being repeated by my sister and it got stuck in my head.
My darling muse Faylinn ::grumbles:: got a hold of it and ran away. LOL. My
apologies to anyone else who does not like her music. ^_^
Hermione went to her classes that day, still confused about the dream. It bothered her, but she wasn't sure why. It was, after all, just a dream. That Monday went by quickly, Potions not as torturing as it usually was, with Snape only deducting five points from Gryffindor.
Tired, she walked to dinner that night, yawning. Ginny ran up behind her, smiling.
"Hi Hermione. You look tired. How come?"
"I didn't sleep well last night, because of this storm." She said, and looked out the window. The lightning flashed dangerously and the ran poured in buckets it seemed. Ginny frowned.
"In Transfiguration McGonagall kept watching the window. It was strange. I wonder why they're so worried."
"Maybe they're afraid the lake will flood." She shrugged. The reached the Great Hall with a throng of other students just as ravenous as they were. Taking their seats, Hermione glanced over at Draco quickly and smiled. He smiled back and dug into the food in front of him. The professor's were all seated at their table, with Hagrid. Dumbledore stood and clapped his hands.
"Attention students. I just have a few announcement to make tonight." Everyone stopped eating to look up at the Headmaster. "First of all, Care of Magical Creatures is cancelled until the storm stops. I apologize for any inconvenience that causes, but we simply cannot have any creatures running amuck. Also, please stay away from any glass windows and make sure the windows in your dorms are locked at all times. Keep the shades drawn as well. In the event that the glass breaks, the shades will prevent the glass from spraying into the room. The mail is being put on hold as well, for concern of the owls' safety. Again, sorry for this inconvenience. And lastly, before you go back to your meals, I would like to speak with Draco Malfoy after dinner, thank you." He sat back down and started eating. Draco continued to watch him, wondering why he needed to speak with him.
"I wonder what he did this time," Ron said. Harry nudged him.
"Shut up Ron."
Everyone finished their dinner, and Draco approached the headmaster. Hermione watched him and decided to wait outside for him.
"Draco, your father has escaped from Azkaban," Dumbledore said simply. His jaw must have hit the floor.
"How!"
"Well, with no Dementors there, it seemed it was fairly easy. The Ministry has no idea where he is."
"But what about my mother?"
"We found her, and she is under watch, well away from where your father can reach her. Malfoy Manor is under surveillance as well. I'm sure your father knows this and won't be returning. If you need to talk about something, anything, just let us know. We're here for you." Dumbledore said. Draco shrugged and walked away. He left the Great Hall and walked with his head down. A hand reached out and touched his shoulder. He stopped and smiled.
"Hi Hermione." She laughed.
"How did you know?"
"I figured you would be waiting for me."
"What did Dumbledore want?" Draco thought, realizing he couldn't tell her.
"Nothing. Just said good job and all for standing up to my friends and such. Not much," he shrugged. Hermione frowned.
"Oh. Okay." The two of them talked for awhile before going their separate ways to do homework. Draco felt so alone when he wasn't with her. No one in Slytherin would talk to him.
That week went by rather quickly, and still the rain poured. Care of Magical Creatures had been cancelled twice, and Hagrid was getting upset that they weren't going to cover everything he had planned for them. The level of the lake slowly rose every day, but did not seem threatening.
Halloween came on Friday and went, with the usual craziness. The ghosts strolled through the halls, still frightening the first years, and Peeves was up to his usual disturbances. The Great Hall was lit by floating pumpkins, the ceiling looking threatening, just as the one outside.
"I love Halloween." Ron said, grabbing at some of the candy on the table in front of them. Ginny rolled her eyes.
"You love any holiday that involves food." He snorted and made a little stockpile to take back up to his room. Fred and George had sent them all some sort of new candy, but none of them wanted to try it first.
They went to bed that night, finishing their masks for the Ball the next night, and pulling out the clothes they were going to wear. Ginny came in and pulled a long, maroon and silver gown out of a close in the girl's dorm.
"Where did that come from?"
Ginny grinned. "I heard someone talking about these. I guess if you need something special to wear you can politely ask the closet and it will get it for you. I think it's neat."
"I didn't know about that," she said, amazed. No where is "Hogwart's, A History," did is say anything about closets that gave out clothes. Then again, she didn't recall anything about the Room of Requirement either.
"Ask it for something Hermione," Ginny smiled. Hermione looked down at her oddly shaped mask.
"How do I ask for something? What do I say?"
"Ask from your heart, and be polite, oh, and you have to say wonderful giving closet"
"Alright, but I feel silly. Oh wonderful giving closet, I am in need of a beautiful gown for a Masquerade Ball, with an equally lovely mask." Nothing happened.
"Pick a color."
"Midnight blue, please?" She asked. The closet rocked a bit, then stopped.
"Open it!" Ginny squealed with delight. Hermione sighed and pulled open the doors, gasping at the beautiful dress hanging there. It was midnight blue, just as she asked, made from satin and chiffon. The mask was made of died feathers to match, and they hung down, covering much of her face. She grinned and heard footsteps on the stairs. She slammed the closet door shut and threw the gown in her chest as Lavender walked it. She didn't want everyone knowing about the closet. Lavender smiled and grabbed a book, leaving the room.
"Did I really have to say all that?"
"No! I just wanted to hear you sound like a fool!" Ginny laughed. She held her gown up to her, smiling. It had tiny straps, an empire waist, and the color commented on her hair. It flowed to the ground and seemed to be open in front, but it was just an illusion. Silver thread graced some of the dress, making it shine. The mask was similar to Hermione's, in the colors of her dress, and not as long. Hermione smiled at her dress, which was strapless.
"And how am I supposed to pull this off?" She asked, holding it up. Ginny grinned.
"Come on, you'll look great in it!"
They went to bed shortly after, dresses tucked in Hermione's chest, and woke the next morning. Breakfast went quickly, Hermione accidentally ignoring everyone as she and Ginny ran through the halls, excited about their dresses.
"I wonder why Dumbledore decided to make it a robes free event? Usually it's dress robes."
"Who cares!" Ginny said enthusiastically. "All the girls can't stop talking about it!"
The day was once again pouring, thunder crashing every so many seconds, but not even that cold dampen the spirits of the students. They prepared for the Ball that night.
Hermione and Ginny had gone back to the closet and asked for shoes to match the dresses, and they got dressed, not bothering with any silly make- up. Hermione pulled her hair back into a bun, and Ginny twisted hers into a braid, tucking that into a bun as well. The pulled the mask on and waited as Lavender got ready.
Lavender wore a mask that she made herself, out of purple dyed feathers to match her purple dress. She smiled at the other dresses.
"Pretty! I like them a lot!" Ginny and Hermione beamed.
"Yours is great Lavender!" She swirled as the silk spun around her, gracefully dropping off her shoulders.
"Thanks." Parvati hurried into a simple black dress, cut shorter than the others, but just as elegant. She grinned.
"Are we ready to go?" They all nodded, and giggling excitedly ran down the stairs to the Great Hall, hoping none of the boys would see them before the Ball.
Hehehehehe! HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Anyway, I would write more, but I have this other thing I'm working on. If, by any chance any of you are Final Fantasy fans, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!! Go check out Final Fantasy: A New Age Begins. I'm making it interactive and I need people to do it! Its going to be SOOOO FUN!!!!
Faylinn: You are shameless. Promoting yourself in your own stories.
Hey, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do to get people to participate in her fics!! ::starts to beg:: So if you are, please go check it ou!! ::puppy dog eyes::
Faylinn: Someone make her stop? ::sighs::
Hermione went to her classes that day, still confused about the dream. It bothered her, but she wasn't sure why. It was, after all, just a dream. That Monday went by quickly, Potions not as torturing as it usually was, with Snape only deducting five points from Gryffindor.
Tired, she walked to dinner that night, yawning. Ginny ran up behind her, smiling.
"Hi Hermione. You look tired. How come?"
"I didn't sleep well last night, because of this storm." She said, and looked out the window. The lightning flashed dangerously and the ran poured in buckets it seemed. Ginny frowned.
"In Transfiguration McGonagall kept watching the window. It was strange. I wonder why they're so worried."
"Maybe they're afraid the lake will flood." She shrugged. The reached the Great Hall with a throng of other students just as ravenous as they were. Taking their seats, Hermione glanced over at Draco quickly and smiled. He smiled back and dug into the food in front of him. The professor's were all seated at their table, with Hagrid. Dumbledore stood and clapped his hands.
"Attention students. I just have a few announcement to make tonight." Everyone stopped eating to look up at the Headmaster. "First of all, Care of Magical Creatures is cancelled until the storm stops. I apologize for any inconvenience that causes, but we simply cannot have any creatures running amuck. Also, please stay away from any glass windows and make sure the windows in your dorms are locked at all times. Keep the shades drawn as well. In the event that the glass breaks, the shades will prevent the glass from spraying into the room. The mail is being put on hold as well, for concern of the owls' safety. Again, sorry for this inconvenience. And lastly, before you go back to your meals, I would like to speak with Draco Malfoy after dinner, thank you." He sat back down and started eating. Draco continued to watch him, wondering why he needed to speak with him.
"I wonder what he did this time," Ron said. Harry nudged him.
"Shut up Ron."
Everyone finished their dinner, and Draco approached the headmaster. Hermione watched him and decided to wait outside for him.
"Draco, your father has escaped from Azkaban," Dumbledore said simply. His jaw must have hit the floor.
"How!"
"Well, with no Dementors there, it seemed it was fairly easy. The Ministry has no idea where he is."
"But what about my mother?"
"We found her, and she is under watch, well away from where your father can reach her. Malfoy Manor is under surveillance as well. I'm sure your father knows this and won't be returning. If you need to talk about something, anything, just let us know. We're here for you." Dumbledore said. Draco shrugged and walked away. He left the Great Hall and walked with his head down. A hand reached out and touched his shoulder. He stopped and smiled.
"Hi Hermione." She laughed.
"How did you know?"
"I figured you would be waiting for me."
"What did Dumbledore want?" Draco thought, realizing he couldn't tell her.
"Nothing. Just said good job and all for standing up to my friends and such. Not much," he shrugged. Hermione frowned.
"Oh. Okay." The two of them talked for awhile before going their separate ways to do homework. Draco felt so alone when he wasn't with her. No one in Slytherin would talk to him.
That week went by rather quickly, and still the rain poured. Care of Magical Creatures had been cancelled twice, and Hagrid was getting upset that they weren't going to cover everything he had planned for them. The level of the lake slowly rose every day, but did not seem threatening.
Halloween came on Friday and went, with the usual craziness. The ghosts strolled through the halls, still frightening the first years, and Peeves was up to his usual disturbances. The Great Hall was lit by floating pumpkins, the ceiling looking threatening, just as the one outside.
"I love Halloween." Ron said, grabbing at some of the candy on the table in front of them. Ginny rolled her eyes.
"You love any holiday that involves food." He snorted and made a little stockpile to take back up to his room. Fred and George had sent them all some sort of new candy, but none of them wanted to try it first.
They went to bed that night, finishing their masks for the Ball the next night, and pulling out the clothes they were going to wear. Ginny came in and pulled a long, maroon and silver gown out of a close in the girl's dorm.
"Where did that come from?"
Ginny grinned. "I heard someone talking about these. I guess if you need something special to wear you can politely ask the closet and it will get it for you. I think it's neat."
"I didn't know about that," she said, amazed. No where is "Hogwart's, A History," did is say anything about closets that gave out clothes. Then again, she didn't recall anything about the Room of Requirement either.
"Ask it for something Hermione," Ginny smiled. Hermione looked down at her oddly shaped mask.
"How do I ask for something? What do I say?"
"Ask from your heart, and be polite, oh, and you have to say wonderful giving closet"
"Alright, but I feel silly. Oh wonderful giving closet, I am in need of a beautiful gown for a Masquerade Ball, with an equally lovely mask." Nothing happened.
"Pick a color."
"Midnight blue, please?" She asked. The closet rocked a bit, then stopped.
"Open it!" Ginny squealed with delight. Hermione sighed and pulled open the doors, gasping at the beautiful dress hanging there. It was midnight blue, just as she asked, made from satin and chiffon. The mask was made of died feathers to match, and they hung down, covering much of her face. She grinned and heard footsteps on the stairs. She slammed the closet door shut and threw the gown in her chest as Lavender walked it. She didn't want everyone knowing about the closet. Lavender smiled and grabbed a book, leaving the room.
"Did I really have to say all that?"
"No! I just wanted to hear you sound like a fool!" Ginny laughed. She held her gown up to her, smiling. It had tiny straps, an empire waist, and the color commented on her hair. It flowed to the ground and seemed to be open in front, but it was just an illusion. Silver thread graced some of the dress, making it shine. The mask was similar to Hermione's, in the colors of her dress, and not as long. Hermione smiled at her dress, which was strapless.
"And how am I supposed to pull this off?" She asked, holding it up. Ginny grinned.
"Come on, you'll look great in it!"
They went to bed shortly after, dresses tucked in Hermione's chest, and woke the next morning. Breakfast went quickly, Hermione accidentally ignoring everyone as she and Ginny ran through the halls, excited about their dresses.
"I wonder why Dumbledore decided to make it a robes free event? Usually it's dress robes."
"Who cares!" Ginny said enthusiastically. "All the girls can't stop talking about it!"
The day was once again pouring, thunder crashing every so many seconds, but not even that cold dampen the spirits of the students. They prepared for the Ball that night.
Hermione and Ginny had gone back to the closet and asked for shoes to match the dresses, and they got dressed, not bothering with any silly make- up. Hermione pulled her hair back into a bun, and Ginny twisted hers into a braid, tucking that into a bun as well. The pulled the mask on and waited as Lavender got ready.
Lavender wore a mask that she made herself, out of purple dyed feathers to match her purple dress. She smiled at the other dresses.
"Pretty! I like them a lot!" Ginny and Hermione beamed.
"Yours is great Lavender!" She swirled as the silk spun around her, gracefully dropping off her shoulders.
"Thanks." Parvati hurried into a simple black dress, cut shorter than the others, but just as elegant. She grinned.
"Are we ready to go?" They all nodded, and giggling excitedly ran down the stairs to the Great Hall, hoping none of the boys would see them before the Ball.
Hehehehehe! HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Anyway, I would write more, but I have this other thing I'm working on. If, by any chance any of you are Final Fantasy fans, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!! Go check out Final Fantasy: A New Age Begins. I'm making it interactive and I need people to do it! Its going to be SOOOO FUN!!!!
Faylinn: You are shameless. Promoting yourself in your own stories.
Hey, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do to get people to participate in her fics!! ::starts to beg:: So if you are, please go check it ou!! ::puppy dog eyes::
Faylinn: Someone make her stop? ::sighs::