Argh! I'm so mad! I couldn't update until Sunday because I made
"infractions" on my account or something like that. Sigh.. anyways, thanks
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Anjlz7: I'm sorry, this chapter has Lucius in it. I knew you didn't want it, but I finished writing the chapter already. I hope you like the chapter anyways..
TaDa! LOL, new chapter. ***************************************************
Hermione's POV
Back to same old, same old. Potions with the greasy git; prefect duties that take up half of your sleeping time; and coffee breaks whenever possible. In other words, it was starting to give me one huge headache. I tried to listen raptly as Professor Trelawney talked about leeward timing when divining the seeing breaks, but my attention was slipping. I glanced over at Ron, who was gazing at some dirt on the ceiling, and Harry, who was strategizing quidditch techniques on the corner of his parchment paper. I had no idea why I rejoined this class.
"Homework is to read up on chapter seven on what we were discussing and have a mental picture of how you want to keep your dream calculating diary." She breezed. The bell rang and we all hurried out of her stuffy, smoke permeated, classroom. This was our last class, and today was Adriana and Draco's turn to patrol the halls, so I could rest tonight. I dropped my book bag on the floor and flopped into the red and gold couch in an exhausted manner. I had done my homework at lunch, so there was nothing left to do except sleep, and that was exactly what I planned to do.
"You look like you've run a marathon." Ginny commented as she sat at my feet.
"I feel like I have." I retorted. "I've forgotten about how much these professors run you ragged."
"Don't worry. This isn't one of their better days." She explained as she got off the couch and headed towards the girls dormitories. I sighed as I closed my eyes. Suddenly, I sensed someone reaching for my book bag that was lying near my hand. "Don't you even TRY to copy my homework, Ronald Weasley." I said without opening my eyes. After six years of this, I would think I would know what my best friend was doing by instinct. My eyelids fluttered open as I glared at him. He threw up his hands in mock defeat. "I'm sorry!" He cried.
"You look like you've been hit by a truck." Harry commented as he sat down next to Ron. What a much nicer way to put it, compared to Ginny. "Thank you Harry." I replied sourly.
He shrugged. "Hey, I'm just trying to be honest." He explained. "Anyways, I have a question about that Aviallo Potion we were doing in class." I waited. "What is it?" He asked bluntly.
I rolled my eyes at both of my friends. "Don't you EVER pay attention?" I asked. They shrugged, and I sighed. "The Aviollo Potion can establish a temporary wall around a specified object, which hides - Ron! Don't touch my book bag! - it from things that you consider unholy until a certain extent. You have to sprinkle it around the object, and - Ron! I told you! You can't copy my homework! - it will form a sort of invisible shield around it, making it unreachable with a tracking charm and making the object invisible also. Only very skilled and experienced wizards can perform this potion." I finished. I once again saw Ron's hand creep towards my work. "Just take it!" I threw it at him and he caught it swiftly with one hand. "Thanks, I owe you one." He gave me a relieved smile.
"No, you owe me twelve!" I frowned and turned to Harry. "And YOU owe me seven!"
The Next Day
Draco's POV
I groggily rubbed my eyes and got up to take a shower. An hour until classes started and I had plenty of time to grab some breakfast and maybe meet Hermione. The hot water coursed down my sore body from practicing quidditch for hours yesterday. I slipped on my clothes and ran a hand through my wet hair. I didn't feel like blow-drying it, this morning. I quickly exited my quarters and walked into the bright corridors lit by he morning sun. Two Hufflepuffs started giggling as I walked by. I winked roguishly at them. That would probably make there day. Better yet, their whole week. Yes, I knew I had a big ego.
I slipped into the great hall and took my usual seat at the Slytherin table and piled up on eggs and bacon into my plate. I was just about to dig in when Hermione slid next to me in a seat. My eyes widened in surprise. "You DO know, that this is the Slytherin table. Not that I have a problem with this." I stated. She smiled. "Of course. There are no rules stating that you can't sit at another house's table. Plus, Blaise invited me." She added. I glanced over at my friend. He smirked and waved. I raised my eyebrows in surprise, as everybody else seemed to continue on as if this was a normal thing.
I glanced back at Potter and Weasley to see their reaction. They were looking at us in confusion as Ginny flung her peas at them to get their attention. I chuckled. It wasn't as bad as I thought. At least they didn't come over to pummel me, of course, I could take them. "Can you please pass the toast?" Jarvis asked Hermione from a few seats away.
"Did you just ASK someone to PASS something?? With a please? And you didn't reach across the table, dragging your sleeve in everyone's food to reach it??" I cried incredulously.
"Are you implying that I usually don't have manners?" He asked with an eyebrow raised.
"Yes."
"Well, your right. But I do have manners when it comes to guests."
I heard Hermione laugh from beside me.
He smiled along with her. "I'm waiting for my toast, woman!" He barked.
"Impatient git.." She muttered, still smiling.
"And damn proud of it." It suddenly appeared to me that they were carrying on a conversation WITHOUT me. I was feeling very left out. I coughed. She smiled and gave me a buttery kiss on the cheek.
"Eeew!! No kissing at the breakfast table! We still have lunch and dinner to endure!!" Jarvis commented in a very childish manner as he slid in a seat opposite from me. Hermione started laughing, and finally we all joined in.
Someone interrupted our peals of laughter. "Can I sit here? Harry and Ron are being impossible." The voice belonged to little Virginia Weasley.
"Sure, Gin." Jarvis answered as she slid in a seat next to him. I suddenly remembered that they had developed some sort of relationship with each other. "What are we talking about?" She asked.
"Kissing." I responded.
"Not a bad subject." She answered as she turned to give Jarvis a peck on the cheek, Hermione doing the same. "Okay, now I'M feeling left out!" Blaise argued. The two girls giggled and leaned across to give HIM a kiss on his cheek. As we continued on with our discussion, or a mindless ramble you could call it, I turned to watch Potter and Weasley again. Potter seemed to have lost his senses and was now staring at us with a bit of lost air. But Weasley, it seemed, had double his senses and was gripping his fork in a madden way and looked like he wanted to plunge it into my eye. I smiled in a mocking way and waved at them. "Don't do that!" Hermione scolded.
"Yeah, Draco. You don't want to be blind in one eye do you?" Blaise asked, apparently having the same thoughts as me; and at the same time, eyeing the wavering fork that Weasley was holding.
"Well then let's hope that Weasley has some self control because he'll be seeing a lot of this for the rest of his Hogwarts days." I answered back smoothly.
Suddenly the usual hoard of owls flew in and dropped the daily mail. A striking black one was flying against the mass of gray and white as it dropped a letter on top of my eggs. I opened it carefully, and paled as my eyes skimmed the letter. How could my father do this to me? And just when I was settling back in! Happily, I might add.
Draco,
I have been informed of your relationship with the muggle-born Ms. Granger. Pansy will be credited with this information and I want to see you this weekend at the Shrieking Shack. Tell a soul and your whole fortune will disappear along with your title.
-Senior Malfoy
A/N: Yes, I know, a bit dramatic. Oh well, I thought I needed a change with this. Review, with gummy bears this time. They're the best! Mmm..
Anjlz7: I'm sorry, this chapter has Lucius in it. I knew you didn't want it, but I finished writing the chapter already. I hope you like the chapter anyways..
TaDa! LOL, new chapter. ***************************************************
Hermione's POV
Back to same old, same old. Potions with the greasy git; prefect duties that take up half of your sleeping time; and coffee breaks whenever possible. In other words, it was starting to give me one huge headache. I tried to listen raptly as Professor Trelawney talked about leeward timing when divining the seeing breaks, but my attention was slipping. I glanced over at Ron, who was gazing at some dirt on the ceiling, and Harry, who was strategizing quidditch techniques on the corner of his parchment paper. I had no idea why I rejoined this class.
"Homework is to read up on chapter seven on what we were discussing and have a mental picture of how you want to keep your dream calculating diary." She breezed. The bell rang and we all hurried out of her stuffy, smoke permeated, classroom. This was our last class, and today was Adriana and Draco's turn to patrol the halls, so I could rest tonight. I dropped my book bag on the floor and flopped into the red and gold couch in an exhausted manner. I had done my homework at lunch, so there was nothing left to do except sleep, and that was exactly what I planned to do.
"You look like you've run a marathon." Ginny commented as she sat at my feet.
"I feel like I have." I retorted. "I've forgotten about how much these professors run you ragged."
"Don't worry. This isn't one of their better days." She explained as she got off the couch and headed towards the girls dormitories. I sighed as I closed my eyes. Suddenly, I sensed someone reaching for my book bag that was lying near my hand. "Don't you even TRY to copy my homework, Ronald Weasley." I said without opening my eyes. After six years of this, I would think I would know what my best friend was doing by instinct. My eyelids fluttered open as I glared at him. He threw up his hands in mock defeat. "I'm sorry!" He cried.
"You look like you've been hit by a truck." Harry commented as he sat down next to Ron. What a much nicer way to put it, compared to Ginny. "Thank you Harry." I replied sourly.
He shrugged. "Hey, I'm just trying to be honest." He explained. "Anyways, I have a question about that Aviallo Potion we were doing in class." I waited. "What is it?" He asked bluntly.
I rolled my eyes at both of my friends. "Don't you EVER pay attention?" I asked. They shrugged, and I sighed. "The Aviollo Potion can establish a temporary wall around a specified object, which hides - Ron! Don't touch my book bag! - it from things that you consider unholy until a certain extent. You have to sprinkle it around the object, and - Ron! I told you! You can't copy my homework! - it will form a sort of invisible shield around it, making it unreachable with a tracking charm and making the object invisible also. Only very skilled and experienced wizards can perform this potion." I finished. I once again saw Ron's hand creep towards my work. "Just take it!" I threw it at him and he caught it swiftly with one hand. "Thanks, I owe you one." He gave me a relieved smile.
"No, you owe me twelve!" I frowned and turned to Harry. "And YOU owe me seven!"
The Next Day
Draco's POV
I groggily rubbed my eyes and got up to take a shower. An hour until classes started and I had plenty of time to grab some breakfast and maybe meet Hermione. The hot water coursed down my sore body from practicing quidditch for hours yesterday. I slipped on my clothes and ran a hand through my wet hair. I didn't feel like blow-drying it, this morning. I quickly exited my quarters and walked into the bright corridors lit by he morning sun. Two Hufflepuffs started giggling as I walked by. I winked roguishly at them. That would probably make there day. Better yet, their whole week. Yes, I knew I had a big ego.
I slipped into the great hall and took my usual seat at the Slytherin table and piled up on eggs and bacon into my plate. I was just about to dig in when Hermione slid next to me in a seat. My eyes widened in surprise. "You DO know, that this is the Slytherin table. Not that I have a problem with this." I stated. She smiled. "Of course. There are no rules stating that you can't sit at another house's table. Plus, Blaise invited me." She added. I glanced over at my friend. He smirked and waved. I raised my eyebrows in surprise, as everybody else seemed to continue on as if this was a normal thing.
I glanced back at Potter and Weasley to see their reaction. They were looking at us in confusion as Ginny flung her peas at them to get their attention. I chuckled. It wasn't as bad as I thought. At least they didn't come over to pummel me, of course, I could take them. "Can you please pass the toast?" Jarvis asked Hermione from a few seats away.
"Did you just ASK someone to PASS something?? With a please? And you didn't reach across the table, dragging your sleeve in everyone's food to reach it??" I cried incredulously.
"Are you implying that I usually don't have manners?" He asked with an eyebrow raised.
"Yes."
"Well, your right. But I do have manners when it comes to guests."
I heard Hermione laugh from beside me.
He smiled along with her. "I'm waiting for my toast, woman!" He barked.
"Impatient git.." She muttered, still smiling.
"And damn proud of it." It suddenly appeared to me that they were carrying on a conversation WITHOUT me. I was feeling very left out. I coughed. She smiled and gave me a buttery kiss on the cheek.
"Eeew!! No kissing at the breakfast table! We still have lunch and dinner to endure!!" Jarvis commented in a very childish manner as he slid in a seat opposite from me. Hermione started laughing, and finally we all joined in.
Someone interrupted our peals of laughter. "Can I sit here? Harry and Ron are being impossible." The voice belonged to little Virginia Weasley.
"Sure, Gin." Jarvis answered as she slid in a seat next to him. I suddenly remembered that they had developed some sort of relationship with each other. "What are we talking about?" She asked.
"Kissing." I responded.
"Not a bad subject." She answered as she turned to give Jarvis a peck on the cheek, Hermione doing the same. "Okay, now I'M feeling left out!" Blaise argued. The two girls giggled and leaned across to give HIM a kiss on his cheek. As we continued on with our discussion, or a mindless ramble you could call it, I turned to watch Potter and Weasley again. Potter seemed to have lost his senses and was now staring at us with a bit of lost air. But Weasley, it seemed, had double his senses and was gripping his fork in a madden way and looked like he wanted to plunge it into my eye. I smiled in a mocking way and waved at them. "Don't do that!" Hermione scolded.
"Yeah, Draco. You don't want to be blind in one eye do you?" Blaise asked, apparently having the same thoughts as me; and at the same time, eyeing the wavering fork that Weasley was holding.
"Well then let's hope that Weasley has some self control because he'll be seeing a lot of this for the rest of his Hogwarts days." I answered back smoothly.
Suddenly the usual hoard of owls flew in and dropped the daily mail. A striking black one was flying against the mass of gray and white as it dropped a letter on top of my eggs. I opened it carefully, and paled as my eyes skimmed the letter. How could my father do this to me? And just when I was settling back in! Happily, I might add.
Draco,
I have been informed of your relationship with the muggle-born Ms. Granger. Pansy will be credited with this information and I want to see you this weekend at the Shrieking Shack. Tell a soul and your whole fortune will disappear along with your title.
-Senior Malfoy
A/N: Yes, I know, a bit dramatic. Oh well, I thought I needed a change with this. Review, with gummy bears this time. They're the best! Mmm..