Tenth Hour (Final Hour)
Hermione slipped one of her Muggle CDs into her player and blasted the music with an easy volume sound. The strong beats of a rock group came on, loosening everyone up enough to move around to the beat. They were all crazy enough to start dancing for several minutes, until Draco saw what time it was. Before anyone saw him, he crawled back up into the hole he had dropped out of and made his way back to his prison before Snape realized he was gone.
Later, back in the Potions classroom, Hermione, Ginny, Harry, and Cho were sitting on the back desk, all thinking about different things.
"Hermione?"
"Yeah Ginny?"
"Are you still going to write your essay?"
"Yeah, why?"
Ginny fidgeted, a bit nervous since she had seen the full wrath of Hermione. "Well, it's kinda a waste for all of us to write our paper, don't you think?"
Hermione thought about it for a moment, then glanced over at Ginny, "Oh, but that's what Snape wants us to do."
"True, but I think we'd all kinda say the same thing, don't you?"
Why did everyone come to her when things went wrong? Just because she was smart didn't mean she liked to do all the work…well she liked to do work, that was true, but she didn't like people getting credit for the work she did. "You just don't want to write your paper...Right?" Hermione asked, feeling a bit used.
"True, but, you're the smartest, right?" Ginny asked her back, looking at Harry and Cho. "We trust you."
The two nodded in agreement and Harry said, "Yeah."
"All right," Hermione sighed, leaving to return to her seat. "I'll do it."
"Great!" Ginny cheered excitedly.
Hermione started to think of how she could do this in the right manner. Snape had asked them to write about who they were. Well, that didn't really matter considering he could care less. "That's it!" she exclaimed and immediately started to write in a fury.
Harry, Cho, and Ginny stared at her, then exchanged amused looks.
Twenty minutes later the scroll was complete. The Gryffindor girl gave her paper a smooch. Looking extremely proud of herself, Hermione climbed up into the hole where Draco had gone off to. The remaining three students shared another look, but no one said a word to stop Hermione, least of all Ginny.
Hermione crawled through the tunnel, waiting for the right spot, until she found it. She attempted to open the ceiling gently, but instead, she managed to fall right through by using the wrong spell. She fell right into Draco's lap. After the initial shock wore off and she was back on her own feet, he spoke.
"You lost?"
She opened her mouth to say something, then thinking better of it, just smiled. Draco smirked back, one arm reaching up for her. Hermione leaned down and kissed him lightly on the lips, giving him the briefest tease before pulling away again.
"Why'd you do that?" he asked, one eyebrow raised while his head was cocked to the side.
"Because you weren't going to," she shrugged. He grinned again, pulling her back down into his lap. He kissed her passionately, cradling her head with one hand, while the other rested on the small of her back. He squeezed her gently causing her to gasp and allowing his tongue into her mouth. After a couple minutes, they had to break apart for air.
"Were you really that disgusted by my split?" Hermione asked, feeling how swollen her lips were getting from his playful nips.
"Truth?" Draco asked.
She nodded, "Truth."
"No," he grinned, kissing her again. Against his lips, Hermione was smiling.
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The day was ending and detention was let out. Snape had not seen Hermione with Draco. The girl had managed to crawl back to the Potion's classroom just in time. However, if Snape had been one to notice small details he would have smelt Draco's strong manly cologne on Hermione's uniform. Harry did.
Together, the group walked away from the Dungeons toward the Great Hall for dinner. Draco was holding onto Hermione by her waist, his arm wrapped loosely around it, as she leaned into him. Ginny, Harry, and Cho weren't linked at all, but Harry kept stealing glances at the Ravenclaw, much to Ginny's displeasure.
When they reached the Great Hall doors, all of them stopped. It went without words that things were going to be different between them all, but they were still going to have to go back to the way they had lived before. Ginny smiled at Harry and then walked in. Cho gave Harry a quick peck before following the redhead. Startled, the boy rushed after her, ready to return the gesture without a care.
Draco saw Hermione begin to enter the Great Hall. With one quick motion, he brought her back into the shadows of the corridor. "Where do you think you're going?" he grinned, kissing her again. "I'm not done with you."
She pushed him away. "Draco, what about those other girlfriends?" she insisted, not looking very pleased about them.
"They don't matter anymore," was the reply she got before he showed her exactly how much he loved her.
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After eating yet another long dinner in the Great Hall, Snape walked into his now empty classroom. Each desk was empty, bare of anything except for scratches, old potions stains, and burn marks. Then he noticed one desk had a white scroll sitting on top of it. Though he had given the students an assignment, he hadn't expected anyone to do it. But when he saw that Granger girl's handwriting, he was drawn to read the parchment. Taking a seat, his eyes ran the length of the paper.
Saturday – Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Dear Professor Snape,
We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. What we did WAS wrong. But we think you're crazy to make an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us. You see us as the brain, the athlete, the princess, the basket case, and the miscreant. In the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. That's the way we saw each other at seven o'clock this morning. We were brainwashed. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain, an athlete, a princess, a basket case, and a miscreant. Does that answer your question?
Sincerely Yours, the Breakfast ClubA/N: I know I said that I hate Cho and I do, but somehow that hate morphed into great dislike for Ginny, but…oh nevermind! It's impossible to explain myself when I don't even understand myself and my decisions. Hope you liked it! This was the final chapter. I don't know if I'll post an epilogue or not. Why don't you decide? If I get ten or more e-mails requesting for an epilogue I'll write and post one. ~ Nev