A/N: I thank my reviewers especially RE16, which, I'm gonna take your
advice. I know! My chapters are really short, but it's just so hard to keep
on writing sometimes. Forgive me!
So, on to the story..
Hermione's POV
"This can't be happening to me!!" I cried to Ginny as I lay on my four- poster bed in the Gryffindor's Girl Dormitory. "I know I'm overreacting, but I just CAN'T stand him!!!!" I complained. Ginny gave me one of her scrutinizing looks from where she sat backwards on the chair." Mione, maybe it won't be so bad, I mean, look on the bright side, at least you won't have potions." She replied.
"I'd rather have potions any day." I sighed.
"Don't be such a pessimistic." Ginny told me.
"Optimists don't improve my mood much either, you know." I said back, not missing a beat. We heard a knock on the door. "Hey, Mione, it's us Harry and Ron." Ron muffled voice said through the door. I went to open the door. "How did you get up here? Your not allowed in the Girl's Dormitories!" I scolded, but were glad they were up here, anyways. I needed all the comforting I could get. "We were just checking if our best friend was alright." Ron said.
"Yeah, and getting up here was easy. Brooms are miracle workers, you really shouldn't be afraid of them." Harry told me. They flew up here?
For the first time I noticed that they were holding their brooms. "C'mon in, and put your brooms by the door." I said as they walked in. They lounged lazily on the red and gold couch.
"Are you all right? We know how much of a jerk Malfoy is." Harry said worriedly. "And you seemed to turn a bit green down there." Ron added. "She's all right, just a bit surprised." Ginny told her brother, then glanced at my face. "And, maybe a bit horrified." She said after a thought.
"I mean, HOW am I most compatible with him???" I asked them, incredulously. "I think that hat needs a good washing." I said as I flopped back down onto my bed. After a few moments of silence, Ron said, "Oh, wait! Before we forget, Dumbledore wants to see you about the umm.. well. trip" he said nervously. "And to meet him in his office after dinner." He said very fast, as afraid it might make me mad.
He was right. "WHAT?" I yelled as I sat up, and groaned. "When I go see him tonight, I'm gonna give him a piece of my mind about this stupid trip!!!" I yelled loudly. I think I heard birds scatter from trees. I closed my eyes and waited to wake up from this nightmare.
Draco's POV
I lay in my bed with my head in my pillow, trying to block the noises coming from the common room. After what happened in the Great Hall yesterday night I stayed in my room all day, refusing to talk to anyone. "They can't blame me," I thought. "If they had to stay with some annoying bushy haired Gryffindor, they would follow suit." Although I knew she didn't have bushy hair anymore, I pushed that to the back of my mind. Suddenly I heard someone open the door. Without turning back to look, I yelled, "I thought I told you to stay out!!" Then, I heard a grunt. Turning, I saw my two cronies standing awkwardly by the door. "What do you want?" I snapped." My patience was really ebbing today.
They looked at me stupidly and said, "Dumbledore told us to tell you *grunt* that um.. to, uh.. meet him in his office after dinner." I rolled my eyes. Sometimes they were such morons. I saw Goyle cross his eyes to look at a fly that landed on his nose. Okay, so maybe they always were. "Fine, GET OUT!" I snapped. They hurried and fled. I sighed and closed my eyes wishing everything away.
Hermione's POV
Dinner came and left. I walked along the corridors to the headmaster's office, not seeming to pay attention to where I was going. I was too deep in thought about why Dumbledore would do this to me. "He must have a good reason." I consoled myself. Suddenly, I bumped into something of a hard wall.
Draco's POV
I was rushing to Dumbledore's office, wanting to get this done with as soon as possible. I was going to tell him what I thought about his damn idea. Not paying attention to where I was going, I bumped into someone. I looked down; I seemed to knock someone on the floor. Then I saw who it was. "Oh great, just what I need. Another encounter with the stuck up bookworm. Looking at her face, the feeling seemed to be mutual. "What are you doing here?" she literally growled. "Dumbledore." I said simply holding out my hand to help her up.
She reached for my hand and I pulled her up. Suddenly, we realized what we had just done. She snatched her hand away. "Thankfully there aren't any students around who witnessed this." I thought, relieved. We walked in silence to Dumbledore's office, standing about five meters apart. I glanced at her. She wasn't wearing school robes and she looked great. Boot cut jeans and a golden brown sweater seemed to be made for her. "Perfect, I am NOT even going to think about what I just thought. Stupid trip is driving me insane." I thought furiously. They reached his office and Hermione said the password (Twizzlers), and entered.
Hermione's POV
After he helped her up, she seemed kind of surprised. Then mad. "What is he leading me on to here?" she asked herself furiously. She glanced at him as they walked into Dumbledore's office. He looked really good. He wasn't wearing school robes. This time, he wore a black T-shirt and khakis. "Cute." She couldn't help thinking. After all she WAS a girl. "Ugh, it's probably this stupid trip that's driving me mad." She had just realized they had reached Dumbledore's office and they sat down.
"Hello, Mr. Malfoy, and Ms. Granger. He looked calm, which annoyed her.
Dumbledore's POV
I could see their faces. It was hilarious. One looked ready to kill, and the other looked ready to die. But I couldn't laugh at my students that would be terribly inappropriate. "Now, before you say anything, let me explain." I said. "This will count as a school grade. You cannot try to get out of this, or else you will fail the year. I can see why you two are mad, but you should try to resolve your differences and work together." I told them. I could've sworn I heard one of them snort. "You two should be thankful that you were chosen. It was a very hard decision for the sorting hat. I told them. I heard Mr. Malfoy mutter something about twisting or shredding it to pieces, but I ignored that. "You two will be leaving tomorrow morning." I explained.
"WHAT?" I heard Ms. Granger cry. "Why such short notice?" she asked me.
"I'm sorry, but I was a bit unorganized when I did this, but you will have to live with it." I replied. I could see Mr. Malfoy give me a death glare. I was trying VERY hard not to laugh. You will be staying there for half a year, or six months, in other words. You will need to pack many clothes, and whatever else you think is necessary." I explained. "I think that is all you need to know. If you have any other questions, you may use the fellytone ("Telephone," he heard Hermione correct him.) at your house, and dial H-O-G-W-A-R-T-S, and you will be connected to a magical voice box in my office." I said. They nodded. I smiled widely at them, trying to hide my bursting laughter. "You may leave." They left my office in a huff. This time, my laughter could not be controlled any longer. I laughed my head off until Severus came to my office to see what was wrong.
So, on to the story..
Hermione's POV
"This can't be happening to me!!" I cried to Ginny as I lay on my four- poster bed in the Gryffindor's Girl Dormitory. "I know I'm overreacting, but I just CAN'T stand him!!!!" I complained. Ginny gave me one of her scrutinizing looks from where she sat backwards on the chair." Mione, maybe it won't be so bad, I mean, look on the bright side, at least you won't have potions." She replied.
"I'd rather have potions any day." I sighed.
"Don't be such a pessimistic." Ginny told me.
"Optimists don't improve my mood much either, you know." I said back, not missing a beat. We heard a knock on the door. "Hey, Mione, it's us Harry and Ron." Ron muffled voice said through the door. I went to open the door. "How did you get up here? Your not allowed in the Girl's Dormitories!" I scolded, but were glad they were up here, anyways. I needed all the comforting I could get. "We were just checking if our best friend was alright." Ron said.
"Yeah, and getting up here was easy. Brooms are miracle workers, you really shouldn't be afraid of them." Harry told me. They flew up here?
For the first time I noticed that they were holding their brooms. "C'mon in, and put your brooms by the door." I said as they walked in. They lounged lazily on the red and gold couch.
"Are you all right? We know how much of a jerk Malfoy is." Harry said worriedly. "And you seemed to turn a bit green down there." Ron added. "She's all right, just a bit surprised." Ginny told her brother, then glanced at my face. "And, maybe a bit horrified." She said after a thought.
"I mean, HOW am I most compatible with him???" I asked them, incredulously. "I think that hat needs a good washing." I said as I flopped back down onto my bed. After a few moments of silence, Ron said, "Oh, wait! Before we forget, Dumbledore wants to see you about the umm.. well. trip" he said nervously. "And to meet him in his office after dinner." He said very fast, as afraid it might make me mad.
He was right. "WHAT?" I yelled as I sat up, and groaned. "When I go see him tonight, I'm gonna give him a piece of my mind about this stupid trip!!!" I yelled loudly. I think I heard birds scatter from trees. I closed my eyes and waited to wake up from this nightmare.
Draco's POV
I lay in my bed with my head in my pillow, trying to block the noises coming from the common room. After what happened in the Great Hall yesterday night I stayed in my room all day, refusing to talk to anyone. "They can't blame me," I thought. "If they had to stay with some annoying bushy haired Gryffindor, they would follow suit." Although I knew she didn't have bushy hair anymore, I pushed that to the back of my mind. Suddenly I heard someone open the door. Without turning back to look, I yelled, "I thought I told you to stay out!!" Then, I heard a grunt. Turning, I saw my two cronies standing awkwardly by the door. "What do you want?" I snapped." My patience was really ebbing today.
They looked at me stupidly and said, "Dumbledore told us to tell you *grunt* that um.. to, uh.. meet him in his office after dinner." I rolled my eyes. Sometimes they were such morons. I saw Goyle cross his eyes to look at a fly that landed on his nose. Okay, so maybe they always were. "Fine, GET OUT!" I snapped. They hurried and fled. I sighed and closed my eyes wishing everything away.
Hermione's POV
Dinner came and left. I walked along the corridors to the headmaster's office, not seeming to pay attention to where I was going. I was too deep in thought about why Dumbledore would do this to me. "He must have a good reason." I consoled myself. Suddenly, I bumped into something of a hard wall.
Draco's POV
I was rushing to Dumbledore's office, wanting to get this done with as soon as possible. I was going to tell him what I thought about his damn idea. Not paying attention to where I was going, I bumped into someone. I looked down; I seemed to knock someone on the floor. Then I saw who it was. "Oh great, just what I need. Another encounter with the stuck up bookworm. Looking at her face, the feeling seemed to be mutual. "What are you doing here?" she literally growled. "Dumbledore." I said simply holding out my hand to help her up.
She reached for my hand and I pulled her up. Suddenly, we realized what we had just done. She snatched her hand away. "Thankfully there aren't any students around who witnessed this." I thought, relieved. We walked in silence to Dumbledore's office, standing about five meters apart. I glanced at her. She wasn't wearing school robes and she looked great. Boot cut jeans and a golden brown sweater seemed to be made for her. "Perfect, I am NOT even going to think about what I just thought. Stupid trip is driving me insane." I thought furiously. They reached his office and Hermione said the password (Twizzlers), and entered.
Hermione's POV
After he helped her up, she seemed kind of surprised. Then mad. "What is he leading me on to here?" she asked herself furiously. She glanced at him as they walked into Dumbledore's office. He looked really good. He wasn't wearing school robes. This time, he wore a black T-shirt and khakis. "Cute." She couldn't help thinking. After all she WAS a girl. "Ugh, it's probably this stupid trip that's driving me mad." She had just realized they had reached Dumbledore's office and they sat down.
"Hello, Mr. Malfoy, and Ms. Granger. He looked calm, which annoyed her.
Dumbledore's POV
I could see their faces. It was hilarious. One looked ready to kill, and the other looked ready to die. But I couldn't laugh at my students that would be terribly inappropriate. "Now, before you say anything, let me explain." I said. "This will count as a school grade. You cannot try to get out of this, or else you will fail the year. I can see why you two are mad, but you should try to resolve your differences and work together." I told them. I could've sworn I heard one of them snort. "You two should be thankful that you were chosen. It was a very hard decision for the sorting hat. I told them. I heard Mr. Malfoy mutter something about twisting or shredding it to pieces, but I ignored that. "You two will be leaving tomorrow morning." I explained.
"WHAT?" I heard Ms. Granger cry. "Why such short notice?" she asked me.
"I'm sorry, but I was a bit unorganized when I did this, but you will have to live with it." I replied. I could see Mr. Malfoy give me a death glare. I was trying VERY hard not to laugh. You will be staying there for half a year, or six months, in other words. You will need to pack many clothes, and whatever else you think is necessary." I explained. "I think that is all you need to know. If you have any other questions, you may use the fellytone ("Telephone," he heard Hermione correct him.) at your house, and dial H-O-G-W-A-R-T-S, and you will be connected to a magical voice box in my office." I said. They nodded. I smiled widely at them, trying to hide my bursting laughter. "You may leave." They left my office in a huff. This time, my laughter could not be controlled any longer. I laughed my head off until Severus came to my office to see what was wrong.