Meet The New Miss Know-it-all
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Dinner continued without any major problems, but Harry and Ron continued to search for Hermione, they just couldn't seem to find her anywhere. As soon as the dinner had ended they went straight over to corner Professor Dumbledore before he could manage to make an escape.
"Professor! Wait, do you know where Hermione is?"
"Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, I trust you are well. What seems to be troubling you so early into the school year?"
"Well, sir, it seems that we can't find Hermione Granger anywhere. You wouldn't happen to know where she is, would you Professor?" Harry asked, with an innocent tone in his voice that would have take years of practice to get out right.
Dumbledore chuckled. "I was hoping to announce this tomorrow Mr. Potter, but it seems Miss Granger has moved to Timbuktu, and she will not be attending Hogwarts this year. You can still send owls to her, I'm sure she'd be glad to hear from you. I will be announcing her move at breakfast tomorrow. Now, if you'll excuse me, I had better be getting into bed, as should you, the new school year starts tomorrow, homework and all." And with those final words, Dumbledore left both Harry and Ron gaping after him.
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Not far away, a Slytherin had hung around just long enough to hear where Hermione had gone, but he was too confused to really take note as to where it was. Hermione had moved without so much as a good bye to her friends. I mean, sure, she had acted weird and no one had known she had a boyfriend, but it wasn't like she had totally disregarded everyone, like she had done with moving. This was way too weird.
Pondering the puzzle that was Hermione, Draco made his way to the Head dormitories. He got there just in time to see the new girl run through the portrait to their rooms. She seemed to know her way around the school, judging by the fact that she was alone. He decided to do a bit of his good old fashion spy work, that he had learned by living at a mansion full of dark magic and people who wouldn't hesitate to kill the first thing they saw that moved. He crept up behind her to find a picture he had not expected to find.
It was a simple portrait, and by whispering the password it swung open. The password was apparently 'Secrets' and it opened to reveal a luxurious common room. He was looking at the most beautiful room he had ever seen, outside of Malfoy Manor. The room was decorated in darker shades of the house colors. Navy, Forest Green, Maroon, and a Mustard Yellow, with black to tie it all together. The room looked very welcoming after such a long days travel. He saw Irene sit down on one of the black leather chairs that had a Navy pillow, and open a book that seemed to have appeared out of no where. Fascinated by the picturesque scene in front of him, Draco never noticed it when Irene stopped looking at her book, and began looking at him. She stared at his, as if wondering what he were doing just watching her, when he walked into the room and up the right staircase, to a room that had a portrait of himself on it.
In fact, when he looked around, he noticed that there were many portraits. There was one of Him, one of Irene, on her door, one of Albus Dumbledore, and one that was blank. It was a couch, but no one was on it. This wasn't unusual, so Draco didn't take much notice of it.
Stepping to the portrait of himself he heard himself drawl at him. "Well, what do you want your password to be now?" His portrait self drawled, in a very Draco like manner.
"Did you even have to ask? Hollow, of course."
"If you say so." The portrait drawled as it opened up to let him in.
Draco walked in to find a room that he felt much suited him. There was no real color to the room. Everything was silver, empty, hollow, and gloomy; the list went on and on. There was a giant bed, covered in all things silver. A desk was in the corner, it would have been brown, for it was wood, but it had been painted silver. Everywhere he looked there was silver. The perfect color to describe his life. And so Draco settled in, to find that silver was the only color he had ever liked, but it would never beat gold, when it came to money.
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Hermione had walked in a sat down on the couch, using her wand to summon a book from her trunk. She read for a while before she felt someone's eyes on her. She turned up to see Draco Malfoy staring down at her, an odd expression on his face. Because Irene had no reason to hate him, unlike Hermione, she had just stared at him. Eventually he walked off to his room, and set his password. There was only one bathroom in the space they were given, and because of that Hermione knew she would have to wake up early to get in there before Malfoy.
Sighing, Hermione got up off the comfortable chair and walked up to her portrait. "Please set a password." The likeness of her asked.
"Hmm...how about changes."
"Wonderful. Have a good nights sleep."
Hermione walked into the rooms that had been set out for her. They were very luxurious and she was sure Lavender and Parvati would be very jealous. The room reflected her very much, in more the one sense. Her room was painted Cream, with a very very light green border, almost white. There was a dresser and a desk, painted in the same fashion. On each was a bunch of White Lilies, in clear glass vases. On the walls, everywhere, were different mirrors. All of different shapes and sizes, and the one in her closet would talk back to her. She wondered how long it would take until she got sick of looking at herself.
After looking around her room numerous times, Irene finally fell asleep, exhausted from such a trying day. As she lay back, her last thought was how hard this year was going to be, and how much she was going to miss being Hermione Granger.
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The next Morning Hermione woke with a start. She felt as though she had missed something important, and it was killing her. Looking at the clock by her bed, Hermione decided it was time to wake up and face the day. Stretching, she turned and faced a mirror to find that her hair was a mess.
Knowing that she had to make an impression, Hermione grabbed her make-up bag and headed to the bathroom. She walked in to find a giant bathroom, with a giant tub, a Jacuzzi that could fit two, a shower, and other basic need of a luxurious bathroom. After removing all of her clothing, and folding it into a neat pile, Hermione stepped into the shower to find many different fragranced items. She chose her favorite smell, which while it may be odd sounding to many people, it smelled absolutely incredible, and thus she chose it. It was cranberries. (A/N: I know, it may sound weird, but it is one of my favorite scents. I have it, and it smells absolutely incredible.) It smelled sweet, but also had a bit of a tang/sour smell to it, and was just the fragrance she was looking for.
After using as much water time as she felt she could stand, Hermione turned of the water and opened the door to step out, only to find a slight problem with her plan. As soon as she opened the door, Hermione saw the last thing she needed. Malfoy, with a towel wrapped around his waste was staring right at her, and had a perfect view of her in all her glory.
"Oh." He said 'Shit! That girl must be the hottest little thing at school.' He though, while letting his eyes wonder.
"Ah." She said back. 'Damn it! Why's it have to be Malfoy? Why now?' There was no need for screaming, as neither of them were that kind of person. Hermione tried to move past him, hoping to be able to reach for a towel without him seeing more that he had to, but to her horror she found that not only could she not reach for a towel, she was pressed up against him.
Malfoy had lost the ability to speak, as he stared into the eyes of a goddess. She was so perfect, and while he tried to control himself, it was all he could do not to grab her and snog her senseless. He was not having so much control down south, however, and it became blatantly obvious to both of them, considering the position they were in. "Here, let me grab one for you." He reached behind him, and grabbed a towel for her. Blush was covering her cheeks, and he felt as though he had never seen anything so cute. He handed the towel to her, as she mumbled her thanks. 'Gods, it feels so good having her chest against mine.' But once she had the towel the contact was lost, and Draco felt like whimpering.
"Sorry 'bout that." Hermione said, not being able to look him in the face.
"No problem. We'll just have to set up a shower schedule."
"Right." 'Damn. What is he doing to me? I feel so...giddy around him, so careless. I think I might not have gotten enough sleep.' "Well, I'll be seeing you later then." She turned and walked out of the room, grabbing her makeup bag. There were enough mirrors in her room, and it wouldn't be a problem to use one of them.
"Well, I'll see you in potions."
"What?" She turned around and popped her head back in through the door.
"That's or first class, potions with the Gryffindors."
"Oh. Right, well I'll be seeing you then." She turned and was gone.
'Gods, she is gorgeous! Maybe this will be a good year after all.' and with that though, Draco Malfoy walked into the shower that had been occupied by Hermione only minuets before.
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Harry woke up with a very odd feeling in his stomach. He felt like something was out of place. Looking at the time, he realized he was late for breakfast. Grabbing his clothes he changed at a lightning speed and raced down to make it in without having to eat like a hippogriff on the run.
Everyone in his dorm was gone, even Ron, which made Harry feel a bit odd, considering he was usually up early and Ron was usually scrambling to make it to class on time. Throwing his shirt over his head, Harry made a run for it. He got into the Great hall just in time to see Dumbledore get up and make everyone quiet down to listen to him.
"Many of you are wondering where Miss Granger had gone, and why it is not her being Head Girl this year. In light of recent personal events, Miss Granger has found that her education would be best spent at a facility in more of a need for her...talents...shall we say. She has moved to a place called Timbuktu, and will continue her education there." Most of the students snickered at this, seeing that it had an unusual name. "If you would like to send an owl to miss Granger, they will have to go through me, and once a month the letters will be sent through me to her, seeing that we don't want anything less then nice going through the post to her. Any attempts to contact her without me knowing about it are strictly forbidden, and I'm sorry I will not be able to allow you to see her. Thank you, and that is all." Dumbledore took his seat, and as he did so the whispering began.
"Harry, what are you thinking about?" Ron asked him, after about 5 min of Harry's complete and utter silence.
"Oh, just how I miss Hermione. I feel like it's been ages since I last actually talked to her, like for real, not just how are you, but ore then that."
"I know how you feel, mate. I haven't really spoken to her in so long, I'm beginning to forget the sound of her nagging at us to do homework." Ron sighed. He really did miss Hermione. That was something he never expected to do.
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Hermione heard every word they had said. She felt so lonely just then, and she felt herself tearing up. "Would you excuse me, Dean, Seamus, it appears I have just remembered something dreadfully important. I'll see you both in class." And with that, she left to go find a place to cry. She never thought she would miss being Hermione Granger, but she did now.
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Draco had seen Irene get up and leave the Great Hall, and odd look on her face. He had never been one for reading emotions, but he did know when something was wrong. He got up and stealthily followed her. Moving about in the shadows. He knew that if he were caught it would not be a pretty sight, but he didn't know how he knew tat, so he just followed his instinct and kept to the shadows.
She led him back to their dorms, and once she was their she collapsed on the couch, sobbing. Draco, who had never liked crying and had always been told it was a weakness, was drawn to the sounds of her sobs. He wasn't sure what to do, so he did what he usually did when he was unsure of himself, he resorted to his oh so wonderful instinct.
Quietly he took the sobbing girl into his arms, and tried to comfort her best he could.
"Shh, it'll be alright. Just let it all out. Do you want to talk about it? I'll listen if you want to talk," he whispered into her ear trying to calm her. 'Shit! What on earth got her this upset?'
"Draco?" He asked. Her voice no more that a whisper.
"I'm here. Shh...everything will be ok."
"No, it won't." she stiffened as she realized the predicament they were in. She suddenly became aware of every place he touched her, and she wanted to disappear.
"What's wrong?" He asked. Totally baffled by her stiffness.
"Nothing, just...nothing. I'm fine, now."
"Are you sure? Because you didn't seem pretty fine, and"
"I'm Fine." She cut him off with such coldness. Draco was hurt. He was just trying to be nice. "I'm sorry, it's just not a good time. Give me a bit of time to adjust."
"Let me guess, it's that time of the month, right?"
She whacked him with the nearest pillow. "No, it is not. I'm just a bit homesick, that's all."
"Oh, sorry."
"It's not your fault." 'Well, actually it is...but that's a thought that is meant for another time.' "Wait! What time is it?"
"Shit! We're late."
"Ok, let's go, now!
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A/N: Hello my lovely fans. I know it took a while for this chapter, but it is here now. I hope you liked it. It is also my longest chapter and I hope it doesn't bore you! I've already started the next chapter, so you won 't have to wait this long. If anyone would like to beta read this story, email me. I am in great need of a beta, seeing as my spelling is absolutely awful! I hope you liked this chapter, and I hope you'll continue reading. If all goes well you'll have another chapter soon.
~Lily Bell
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Dinner continued without any major problems, but Harry and Ron continued to search for Hermione, they just couldn't seem to find her anywhere. As soon as the dinner had ended they went straight over to corner Professor Dumbledore before he could manage to make an escape.
"Professor! Wait, do you know where Hermione is?"
"Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, I trust you are well. What seems to be troubling you so early into the school year?"
"Well, sir, it seems that we can't find Hermione Granger anywhere. You wouldn't happen to know where she is, would you Professor?" Harry asked, with an innocent tone in his voice that would have take years of practice to get out right.
Dumbledore chuckled. "I was hoping to announce this tomorrow Mr. Potter, but it seems Miss Granger has moved to Timbuktu, and she will not be attending Hogwarts this year. You can still send owls to her, I'm sure she'd be glad to hear from you. I will be announcing her move at breakfast tomorrow. Now, if you'll excuse me, I had better be getting into bed, as should you, the new school year starts tomorrow, homework and all." And with those final words, Dumbledore left both Harry and Ron gaping after him.
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Not far away, a Slytherin had hung around just long enough to hear where Hermione had gone, but he was too confused to really take note as to where it was. Hermione had moved without so much as a good bye to her friends. I mean, sure, she had acted weird and no one had known she had a boyfriend, but it wasn't like she had totally disregarded everyone, like she had done with moving. This was way too weird.
Pondering the puzzle that was Hermione, Draco made his way to the Head dormitories. He got there just in time to see the new girl run through the portrait to their rooms. She seemed to know her way around the school, judging by the fact that she was alone. He decided to do a bit of his good old fashion spy work, that he had learned by living at a mansion full of dark magic and people who wouldn't hesitate to kill the first thing they saw that moved. He crept up behind her to find a picture he had not expected to find.
It was a simple portrait, and by whispering the password it swung open. The password was apparently 'Secrets' and it opened to reveal a luxurious common room. He was looking at the most beautiful room he had ever seen, outside of Malfoy Manor. The room was decorated in darker shades of the house colors. Navy, Forest Green, Maroon, and a Mustard Yellow, with black to tie it all together. The room looked very welcoming after such a long days travel. He saw Irene sit down on one of the black leather chairs that had a Navy pillow, and open a book that seemed to have appeared out of no where. Fascinated by the picturesque scene in front of him, Draco never noticed it when Irene stopped looking at her book, and began looking at him. She stared at his, as if wondering what he were doing just watching her, when he walked into the room and up the right staircase, to a room that had a portrait of himself on it.
In fact, when he looked around, he noticed that there were many portraits. There was one of Him, one of Irene, on her door, one of Albus Dumbledore, and one that was blank. It was a couch, but no one was on it. This wasn't unusual, so Draco didn't take much notice of it.
Stepping to the portrait of himself he heard himself drawl at him. "Well, what do you want your password to be now?" His portrait self drawled, in a very Draco like manner.
"Did you even have to ask? Hollow, of course."
"If you say so." The portrait drawled as it opened up to let him in.
Draco walked in to find a room that he felt much suited him. There was no real color to the room. Everything was silver, empty, hollow, and gloomy; the list went on and on. There was a giant bed, covered in all things silver. A desk was in the corner, it would have been brown, for it was wood, but it had been painted silver. Everywhere he looked there was silver. The perfect color to describe his life. And so Draco settled in, to find that silver was the only color he had ever liked, but it would never beat gold, when it came to money.
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Hermione had walked in a sat down on the couch, using her wand to summon a book from her trunk. She read for a while before she felt someone's eyes on her. She turned up to see Draco Malfoy staring down at her, an odd expression on his face. Because Irene had no reason to hate him, unlike Hermione, she had just stared at him. Eventually he walked off to his room, and set his password. There was only one bathroom in the space they were given, and because of that Hermione knew she would have to wake up early to get in there before Malfoy.
Sighing, Hermione got up off the comfortable chair and walked up to her portrait. "Please set a password." The likeness of her asked.
"Hmm...how about changes."
"Wonderful. Have a good nights sleep."
Hermione walked into the rooms that had been set out for her. They were very luxurious and she was sure Lavender and Parvati would be very jealous. The room reflected her very much, in more the one sense. Her room was painted Cream, with a very very light green border, almost white. There was a dresser and a desk, painted in the same fashion. On each was a bunch of White Lilies, in clear glass vases. On the walls, everywhere, were different mirrors. All of different shapes and sizes, and the one in her closet would talk back to her. She wondered how long it would take until she got sick of looking at herself.
After looking around her room numerous times, Irene finally fell asleep, exhausted from such a trying day. As she lay back, her last thought was how hard this year was going to be, and how much she was going to miss being Hermione Granger.
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The next Morning Hermione woke with a start. She felt as though she had missed something important, and it was killing her. Looking at the clock by her bed, Hermione decided it was time to wake up and face the day. Stretching, she turned and faced a mirror to find that her hair was a mess.
Knowing that she had to make an impression, Hermione grabbed her make-up bag and headed to the bathroom. She walked in to find a giant bathroom, with a giant tub, a Jacuzzi that could fit two, a shower, and other basic need of a luxurious bathroom. After removing all of her clothing, and folding it into a neat pile, Hermione stepped into the shower to find many different fragranced items. She chose her favorite smell, which while it may be odd sounding to many people, it smelled absolutely incredible, and thus she chose it. It was cranberries. (A/N: I know, it may sound weird, but it is one of my favorite scents. I have it, and it smells absolutely incredible.) It smelled sweet, but also had a bit of a tang/sour smell to it, and was just the fragrance she was looking for.
After using as much water time as she felt she could stand, Hermione turned of the water and opened the door to step out, only to find a slight problem with her plan. As soon as she opened the door, Hermione saw the last thing she needed. Malfoy, with a towel wrapped around his waste was staring right at her, and had a perfect view of her in all her glory.
"Oh." He said 'Shit! That girl must be the hottest little thing at school.' He though, while letting his eyes wonder.
"Ah." She said back. 'Damn it! Why's it have to be Malfoy? Why now?' There was no need for screaming, as neither of them were that kind of person. Hermione tried to move past him, hoping to be able to reach for a towel without him seeing more that he had to, but to her horror she found that not only could she not reach for a towel, she was pressed up against him.
Malfoy had lost the ability to speak, as he stared into the eyes of a goddess. She was so perfect, and while he tried to control himself, it was all he could do not to grab her and snog her senseless. He was not having so much control down south, however, and it became blatantly obvious to both of them, considering the position they were in. "Here, let me grab one for you." He reached behind him, and grabbed a towel for her. Blush was covering her cheeks, and he felt as though he had never seen anything so cute. He handed the towel to her, as she mumbled her thanks. 'Gods, it feels so good having her chest against mine.' But once she had the towel the contact was lost, and Draco felt like whimpering.
"Sorry 'bout that." Hermione said, not being able to look him in the face.
"No problem. We'll just have to set up a shower schedule."
"Right." 'Damn. What is he doing to me? I feel so...giddy around him, so careless. I think I might not have gotten enough sleep.' "Well, I'll be seeing you later then." She turned and walked out of the room, grabbing her makeup bag. There were enough mirrors in her room, and it wouldn't be a problem to use one of them.
"Well, I'll see you in potions."
"What?" She turned around and popped her head back in through the door.
"That's or first class, potions with the Gryffindors."
"Oh. Right, well I'll be seeing you then." She turned and was gone.
'Gods, she is gorgeous! Maybe this will be a good year after all.' and with that though, Draco Malfoy walked into the shower that had been occupied by Hermione only minuets before.
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Harry woke up with a very odd feeling in his stomach. He felt like something was out of place. Looking at the time, he realized he was late for breakfast. Grabbing his clothes he changed at a lightning speed and raced down to make it in without having to eat like a hippogriff on the run.
Everyone in his dorm was gone, even Ron, which made Harry feel a bit odd, considering he was usually up early and Ron was usually scrambling to make it to class on time. Throwing his shirt over his head, Harry made a run for it. He got into the Great hall just in time to see Dumbledore get up and make everyone quiet down to listen to him.
"Many of you are wondering where Miss Granger had gone, and why it is not her being Head Girl this year. In light of recent personal events, Miss Granger has found that her education would be best spent at a facility in more of a need for her...talents...shall we say. She has moved to a place called Timbuktu, and will continue her education there." Most of the students snickered at this, seeing that it had an unusual name. "If you would like to send an owl to miss Granger, they will have to go through me, and once a month the letters will be sent through me to her, seeing that we don't want anything less then nice going through the post to her. Any attempts to contact her without me knowing about it are strictly forbidden, and I'm sorry I will not be able to allow you to see her. Thank you, and that is all." Dumbledore took his seat, and as he did so the whispering began.
"Harry, what are you thinking about?" Ron asked him, after about 5 min of Harry's complete and utter silence.
"Oh, just how I miss Hermione. I feel like it's been ages since I last actually talked to her, like for real, not just how are you, but ore then that."
"I know how you feel, mate. I haven't really spoken to her in so long, I'm beginning to forget the sound of her nagging at us to do homework." Ron sighed. He really did miss Hermione. That was something he never expected to do.
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Hermione heard every word they had said. She felt so lonely just then, and she felt herself tearing up. "Would you excuse me, Dean, Seamus, it appears I have just remembered something dreadfully important. I'll see you both in class." And with that, she left to go find a place to cry. She never thought she would miss being Hermione Granger, but she did now.
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Draco had seen Irene get up and leave the Great Hall, and odd look on her face. He had never been one for reading emotions, but he did know when something was wrong. He got up and stealthily followed her. Moving about in the shadows. He knew that if he were caught it would not be a pretty sight, but he didn't know how he knew tat, so he just followed his instinct and kept to the shadows.
She led him back to their dorms, and once she was their she collapsed on the couch, sobbing. Draco, who had never liked crying and had always been told it was a weakness, was drawn to the sounds of her sobs. He wasn't sure what to do, so he did what he usually did when he was unsure of himself, he resorted to his oh so wonderful instinct.
Quietly he took the sobbing girl into his arms, and tried to comfort her best he could.
"Shh, it'll be alright. Just let it all out. Do you want to talk about it? I'll listen if you want to talk," he whispered into her ear trying to calm her. 'Shit! What on earth got her this upset?'
"Draco?" He asked. Her voice no more that a whisper.
"I'm here. Shh...everything will be ok."
"No, it won't." she stiffened as she realized the predicament they were in. She suddenly became aware of every place he touched her, and she wanted to disappear.
"What's wrong?" He asked. Totally baffled by her stiffness.
"Nothing, just...nothing. I'm fine, now."
"Are you sure? Because you didn't seem pretty fine, and"
"I'm Fine." She cut him off with such coldness. Draco was hurt. He was just trying to be nice. "I'm sorry, it's just not a good time. Give me a bit of time to adjust."
"Let me guess, it's that time of the month, right?"
She whacked him with the nearest pillow. "No, it is not. I'm just a bit homesick, that's all."
"Oh, sorry."
"It's not your fault." 'Well, actually it is...but that's a thought that is meant for another time.' "Wait! What time is it?"
"Shit! We're late."
"Ok, let's go, now!
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A/N: Hello my lovely fans. I know it took a while for this chapter, but it is here now. I hope you liked it. It is also my longest chapter and I hope it doesn't bore you! I've already started the next chapter, so you won 't have to wait this long. If anyone would like to beta read this story, email me. I am in great need of a beta, seeing as my spelling is absolutely awful! I hope you liked this chapter, and I hope you'll continue reading. If all goes well you'll have another chapter soon.
~Lily Bell