A/N: Sorry it took so long to update, but hey. The controversy hasn't
started yet, really. This chapter is kinda intense though. By the way, this
story is officially at 21 notebook pages!!! Please review!
Chapter Two: That Evil Summer
Hermione stood over Draco, feeling the irony of the situation when a voice echoed through the Great Hall. "I've done this before. I've definitely done this before," she thought. As Professor McGonagall approached the scene.
"Hermione Granger! What in the world are you-" Professor McGonagall yelled, and gasped when she noticed Malfoy sprawled on the ground, Stunned. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and opened them again. She looked at Harry and Ron, and ordered, "Mr. Potter, kindly reawaken Mr. Malfoy, and I expect to see the four of you in my office in ten minutes."
Hermione watched as Harry whispered, "Ennervate!" Malfoy sat up, shaking his head as Harry said, "McGonagall wants to see us all in her office right now. Get up!"
The four walked in silence to Professor Mc Gonagall's office. Once they entered, they sat in silence, Malfoy's chair furthest away from the others.
When McGonagall entered, fear swept over the group as a whole. "I wish to impress on you all the immaturity and irresponsibility that you displayed in front of the school. As seventh years, you are the role models to the entire school. Especially you two, Miss Granger and Mr. Malfoy. As Head Girl and Boy, you must set the example for everybody. Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, seeing as you did not cause any trouble for once, you may leave," she lectured, laying stress on the for once. When the two boys left, Professor McGonagall turned on Hermione. "Now, Miss Granger, dear, I know it is sometimes hard to keep your emotions in check sometimes, but please be more careful. We cannot have the Head Girl Stunning the Head Boy, now can we?" McGonagall chuckled. "This time, I will not be giving out detentions. I do, however, want the two of you to sort out your problems here while I go fetch the Headmaster." With that, the elderly professor left the office.
Hermione sat staring straight ahead at the desk, willing herself not to look at the ferret-face Slytherin git sitting next to her. Ooh, how she hated him, slimy bastard. After a few determined moments of staring straight ahead, Hermione felt a presence behind her. "What do you want, Malfoy?"
Malfoy chuckled appreciatively. "Now, Granger, darling," he hissed, "must we be so rude?"
"You have room to talk, you nasty, ferret-faced, slimy Slytherin git!" she spat, rising from her chair.
Malfoy's face flushed a bit as he walked around the chair to face Hermione, who stood bold-faced, with her shoulders squared. "Hmm. it seems the Mudblood has resentment from the events of that cruel summer."
"You'll never win anyone over by being an asshole, Malfoy. Come on now, saying you scored?!" She laughed. "You didn't get any, Malfoy. You didn't even get close!"
"Funny, that's not how I remember hall duty last year."
At the moment Malfoy said that, a few things happened in quick succession. Hermione started cursing and smacked Malfoy across the face, and Professor Dumbledore walked in.
"Why the arguing? Why the violence?" Professor Dumbledore asked, smiling. "I thought we were trying to resolve this issue, not start a new one." He chuckled, looking at the two gobsmacked teenagers. "I just wanted to give you some advice about this. bump. it seems we've hit. Draco, I know it's natural for you to hate Harry and Ronald, even possibly your latest partner in crime, Miss Granger. However, I ask you to please control your desire to taunt them, especially about personal matters that are not common knowledge to the school. You're on our side now, Mr. Malfoy, please keep that in mind. And Hermione, please try to control yourself, even when you feel particularly large surges of hatred. We don't want to send the Head Boy to St. Mungo's!" Dumbledore chuckled as Hermione smiled weakly. "Now, don't forget hall duty. Off to dinner!"
Professor Dumbledore swept out of the office, and Malfoy stood up to leave. "See you later, Granger."
"Bye, Malfoy," Hermione muttered as she stood up and left the office. She headed past the doors of the Great Hall, and outside towards the lake. She needed to organize her thoughts.
It had started to drizzle outside as Hermione sat on a rock, watching a threstral sweep over the Forbidden Forest. "Those things would be fascinating if you didn't see them because someone died in front of you," she thought as she let her memories wash over her.
It was a cold, rainy day. Hermione was in her room, packing to
go to Grimmauld Place again. Ron had written her a letter that
morning, asking her to come.
She went down to the kitchen to get some water when she heard a
floorboard creak by the stairs. She automatically tensed up, and
reached for her wand, as if she had been expecting this. "Hello?" she
called. Her only response was silence, until she heard footsteps.
"Hermione, is that you calling?" Hermione's mother called out.
Hermione audibly let out a sigh of relief, and lowered her wand. She
entered the kitchen as her mother did the same.
"Yeah. Geez, you scared me. I heard a creak and." she trailed
off as she heard another creak. "Where's Dad, Mum?" she whispered
urgently.
"He's out at the store, darling. Why?"
Hermione slowly raised her wand as footsteps came closer to the
kitchen. "DUCK!" Hermione screamed as a figure in the doorway sent out
a jet of green light, which Hermione immediately recognized as Avada
Kedavra. "STUPEFY!" she screamed and the figure fell over as her spell
made contact. Hermione's mother gasped.
Hermione darted over to the figure and pulled off his mask, and
gasped, recognizing the silver-blond hair straight away. She couldn't
believe it was.
COMING SOON: Malfoy gets insulted from a confrontation between him,
Hermione, Ginny, and Luna, and comes to an awful realization before
hall duty in Chapter Three: A Crime to Live
Chapter Two: That Evil Summer
Hermione stood over Draco, feeling the irony of the situation when a voice echoed through the Great Hall. "I've done this before. I've definitely done this before," she thought. As Professor McGonagall approached the scene.
"Hermione Granger! What in the world are you-" Professor McGonagall yelled, and gasped when she noticed Malfoy sprawled on the ground, Stunned. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and opened them again. She looked at Harry and Ron, and ordered, "Mr. Potter, kindly reawaken Mr. Malfoy, and I expect to see the four of you in my office in ten minutes."
Hermione watched as Harry whispered, "Ennervate!" Malfoy sat up, shaking his head as Harry said, "McGonagall wants to see us all in her office right now. Get up!"
The four walked in silence to Professor Mc Gonagall's office. Once they entered, they sat in silence, Malfoy's chair furthest away from the others.
When McGonagall entered, fear swept over the group as a whole. "I wish to impress on you all the immaturity and irresponsibility that you displayed in front of the school. As seventh years, you are the role models to the entire school. Especially you two, Miss Granger and Mr. Malfoy. As Head Girl and Boy, you must set the example for everybody. Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, seeing as you did not cause any trouble for once, you may leave," she lectured, laying stress on the for once. When the two boys left, Professor McGonagall turned on Hermione. "Now, Miss Granger, dear, I know it is sometimes hard to keep your emotions in check sometimes, but please be more careful. We cannot have the Head Girl Stunning the Head Boy, now can we?" McGonagall chuckled. "This time, I will not be giving out detentions. I do, however, want the two of you to sort out your problems here while I go fetch the Headmaster." With that, the elderly professor left the office.
Hermione sat staring straight ahead at the desk, willing herself not to look at the ferret-face Slytherin git sitting next to her. Ooh, how she hated him, slimy bastard. After a few determined moments of staring straight ahead, Hermione felt a presence behind her. "What do you want, Malfoy?"
Malfoy chuckled appreciatively. "Now, Granger, darling," he hissed, "must we be so rude?"
"You have room to talk, you nasty, ferret-faced, slimy Slytherin git!" she spat, rising from her chair.
Malfoy's face flushed a bit as he walked around the chair to face Hermione, who stood bold-faced, with her shoulders squared. "Hmm. it seems the Mudblood has resentment from the events of that cruel summer."
"You'll never win anyone over by being an asshole, Malfoy. Come on now, saying you scored?!" She laughed. "You didn't get any, Malfoy. You didn't even get close!"
"Funny, that's not how I remember hall duty last year."
At the moment Malfoy said that, a few things happened in quick succession. Hermione started cursing and smacked Malfoy across the face, and Professor Dumbledore walked in.
"Why the arguing? Why the violence?" Professor Dumbledore asked, smiling. "I thought we were trying to resolve this issue, not start a new one." He chuckled, looking at the two gobsmacked teenagers. "I just wanted to give you some advice about this. bump. it seems we've hit. Draco, I know it's natural for you to hate Harry and Ronald, even possibly your latest partner in crime, Miss Granger. However, I ask you to please control your desire to taunt them, especially about personal matters that are not common knowledge to the school. You're on our side now, Mr. Malfoy, please keep that in mind. And Hermione, please try to control yourself, even when you feel particularly large surges of hatred. We don't want to send the Head Boy to St. Mungo's!" Dumbledore chuckled as Hermione smiled weakly. "Now, don't forget hall duty. Off to dinner!"
Professor Dumbledore swept out of the office, and Malfoy stood up to leave. "See you later, Granger."
"Bye, Malfoy," Hermione muttered as she stood up and left the office. She headed past the doors of the Great Hall, and outside towards the lake. She needed to organize her thoughts.
It had started to drizzle outside as Hermione sat on a rock, watching a threstral sweep over the Forbidden Forest. "Those things would be fascinating if you didn't see them because someone died in front of you," she thought as she let her memories wash over her.
It was a cold, rainy day. Hermione was in her room, packing to
go to Grimmauld Place again. Ron had written her a letter that
morning, asking her to come.
She went down to the kitchen to get some water when she heard a
floorboard creak by the stairs. She automatically tensed up, and
reached for her wand, as if she had been expecting this. "Hello?" she
called. Her only response was silence, until she heard footsteps.
"Hermione, is that you calling?" Hermione's mother called out.
Hermione audibly let out a sigh of relief, and lowered her wand. She
entered the kitchen as her mother did the same.
"Yeah. Geez, you scared me. I heard a creak and." she trailed
off as she heard another creak. "Where's Dad, Mum?" she whispered
urgently.
"He's out at the store, darling. Why?"
Hermione slowly raised her wand as footsteps came closer to the
kitchen. "DUCK!" Hermione screamed as a figure in the doorway sent out
a jet of green light, which Hermione immediately recognized as Avada
Kedavra. "STUPEFY!" she screamed and the figure fell over as her spell
made contact. Hermione's mother gasped.
Hermione darted over to the figure and pulled off his mask, and
gasped, recognizing the silver-blond hair straight away. She couldn't
believe it was.
COMING SOON: Malfoy gets insulted from a confrontation between him,
Hermione, Ginny, and Luna, and comes to an awful realization before
hall duty in Chapter Three: A Crime to Live