Well, here I am, back again, for another lovely chapter. **COUNTDOWN TO
CONVENTION: 4 MORE DAYS!!!** Well, their days, not mine or yours. He he.
I'm very much anticipating the convention. When it gets to the convention,
the rating's going R. I decided that when I talked to my fan fiction
fairies last night. We had fun discussing this convention.
Okay, people had some complaints that Malfoy was being too wimpy, and that there was too much drama. I just had to give Hermione something to spit back at him if she gets pist at him. Bwah ha ha!
***Chapter Six: Pick and Choose ***
On the beginning of the fourth Hermione-less day, Malfoy trudged down to the hospital wing, knowing that it would just be an emotional experience, because he was sure that she would still be unconscious.
He walked in and saw Madam Pomfrey bustling over Hermione's bed once again. He stepped closer, and was greeted by, "So, Mr. Slytherin Prince, you've visited me every day?"
His heart leapt as he saw Hermione sit up and smile at him. He almost broke down in tears right there, amazed at how much more beautiful she was in person, rather than in his dreams. Hermione smirked as he started smiling as well, "Well, gee, guilty party has to make sure they're not going to get in trouble, ya know?"
He winked, and she laughed. Madam Pomfrey, satisfied with her, went into her office, leaving them time to talk.
Malfoy looked at her arms. The bruises were still ugly. He touched one gently, and Hermione gasped. "I am so sorry, Hermione." He felt a tear slide down his cheek, and felt a warm hand wipe it away.
"Dumbledore came to talk to me as soon as I woke up. I understand. I guess I forgive you... but there's no way I would ever forget what you did, whether you wanted to or not."
Malfoy nodded and sighed. She continued, "Also, if you ever do that again, Dumbledore gave me a list of curses and hexes that will throw off the curse, and he said if all fails, kick you in the nuts."
He laughed, knowing full well Dumbledore didn't say that. "Ok, well, maybe he didn't say that, but don't think I won't."
She started laughing, and he laughed with her. "Wow, I should go buy a penis protector. What do the muggles call them? Cuppers? Cuppies? Cups? Yeah. Cups. I need one of those... Just in case." He winked.
"Okay, I really don't want to think about your penis," she blushed slightly, not minding the thoughts about his penis, "but how much homework did I miss?"
"None. The teachers exempt you from all the work. Oh, by the way, if anyone asks, you were up really late doing your homework, slid on a piece of parchment and hit your head on the table pretty bad. That's what the entire school thinks, so that's the story and you better stick to it."
"And if I don't?"
"Granger, you wouldn't want to know!"
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That night, the elderly nurse let Hermione go up to her room, escorted by Malfoy. When they entered, they were shocked to see Dumbledore waiting for them. "I'm sorry to cut this homecoming of sorts short, but we do have a dilemma. The convention is in four days, yet I still do not have the names of the four other prefects that are going. I understand why this has not been completed; yet it needs to be done. I will come back in a half hour to collect the names."
He swept out of the room and the two just sat for a moment, thinking about who to send. "Well, I don't really know any fifth years, do you?" Malfoy asked.
"Nope. We should just ask Dumbledore to pick the ones with the best grades. What about the sixth years? I know Ginny and Colin..." Hermione trailed off.
"Well, what about Blaise Zabani? I know he stayed back in first year, but now he's a pretty good student." Malfoy said. "Okay, I guess that works. So Ginny and Blaise then? I hope Dumbledore doesn't think we're ONLY picking Gryffindor and Slytherin students," Hermione replied, getting up out of the armchair and laying down on the couch, her feet next to Malfoy. "He probably expects it because we don't really know anybody from other houses, or, at least, any prefects"
"That's true. So we're selecting Ginny, Blaise, and the two that Dumbledore picks... That was easy. You could've done that without me!"
"Yeah, but I'm sure that he wanted your input on the matter anyway. I most likely would've picked all Slytherins. Gee, this convention is pretty soon. We don't even know why we're going!"
"Yeah. So tomorrow's, what, Friday? So then we have the weekend. Are we leaving on Monday or Tuesday?"
"Your guess is as good as mine," Malfoy said. The two fell into silence, awaiting Dumbledore's return. Unconsciously Malfoy started rubbing Hermione's leg as Hermione unconsciously didn't mind this.
The door opened and Dumbledore stepped in. He sat at an armchair across from the couch. "Who did you choose to go to the convention?"
"For sixth years, we picked Ginny Weasley and Blaise Zabani, but we don't know any fifth year prefects well, so we were wondering if you could just select the boy and girl with the highest grades?" Hermione said.
"Yes. That should work. Well, I suppose now I should tell you why we are setting out on this expedition. The convention is about wizarding connections around the world, between schools, Ministries, and the people. We are representing England and Scotland. I will, however, have to ask you to read up on the topics that way you have some prior knowledge on the subject. Any questions?" Dumbledore said. When neither Hermione nor Malfoy had a question, he bid them goodnight.
Malfoy got up and started organizing his books, which were strewn across their table. "I can't believe that we have to spend more time doing crap for this stupid convention. Don't we have enough schoolwork? Geez, I'm barely getting through the work as is!" Malfoy complained.
"You know, you could just take an hour or two out of your weekend and read then!" Hermione responded, exasperated.
"Yeah, okay. Whatever. Like I don't have Quidditch practice!"
"Oh yeah, that's really all weekend long! "Hermione sighed. She lay down on the couch and looked at Malfoy, just considering him. Her annoyance with him quickly subsided. He really was a hunk, and it was really sweet of him to check up on her. She smiled and said, "You know, this couch is really comfortable. I think I might just sleep out here tonight."
Malfoy laughed. "You do that," he said as he went into his bedroom.
Hermione started to wonder if it would be cold. She was so comfortable, and she didn't want to get up to get a blanket. She sighed as she heard Malfoy walk back in.
"Lift your head, Granger."
"Why?" Malfoy stood to the side of the couch so she couldn't see him.
"Because, I can't put a pillow there if your head is in the way!"
Hermione blushed as she lifted her head. She felt the pillow slide behind her and plopped her head down on it. It was a very nice, comfy pillow.
She closed her eyes and started to let her exhaustion take her away, though she didn't understand why she was tired. She spent four days sleeping, and she was still tired.
She felt a cool blanket fall gently on top of her. Malfoy gently tucked her in, and she smiled gratefully and genuinely. "Thanks, Malfoy."
"You're welcome." He contemplated trying to kiss her, but he didn't want it to take the route that it did last time. He chanced it and kissed her on the forehead, causing her to blush. He stepped away and looked at her, smiling. "Good night, Hermione."
He turned and headed towards his bedroom. He stepped in the doorway when he heard a voice.
"Wait."
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Yay! I finished! I finished! It took me forever to write this chapter. I got a severe *road block* once I got Hermione back into the common room. Anyway, I got a great idea for the next chapter, and I'm looking forward to writing it. I think I will change the rating to R next chapter... bum! bum!! bum!!!
Gracias! to all my reviewers.
Love, Liz.
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Okay, people had some complaints that Malfoy was being too wimpy, and that there was too much drama. I just had to give Hermione something to spit back at him if she gets pist at him. Bwah ha ha!
***Chapter Six: Pick and Choose ***
On the beginning of the fourth Hermione-less day, Malfoy trudged down to the hospital wing, knowing that it would just be an emotional experience, because he was sure that she would still be unconscious.
He walked in and saw Madam Pomfrey bustling over Hermione's bed once again. He stepped closer, and was greeted by, "So, Mr. Slytherin Prince, you've visited me every day?"
His heart leapt as he saw Hermione sit up and smile at him. He almost broke down in tears right there, amazed at how much more beautiful she was in person, rather than in his dreams. Hermione smirked as he started smiling as well, "Well, gee, guilty party has to make sure they're not going to get in trouble, ya know?"
He winked, and she laughed. Madam Pomfrey, satisfied with her, went into her office, leaving them time to talk.
Malfoy looked at her arms. The bruises were still ugly. He touched one gently, and Hermione gasped. "I am so sorry, Hermione." He felt a tear slide down his cheek, and felt a warm hand wipe it away.
"Dumbledore came to talk to me as soon as I woke up. I understand. I guess I forgive you... but there's no way I would ever forget what you did, whether you wanted to or not."
Malfoy nodded and sighed. She continued, "Also, if you ever do that again, Dumbledore gave me a list of curses and hexes that will throw off the curse, and he said if all fails, kick you in the nuts."
He laughed, knowing full well Dumbledore didn't say that. "Ok, well, maybe he didn't say that, but don't think I won't."
She started laughing, and he laughed with her. "Wow, I should go buy a penis protector. What do the muggles call them? Cuppers? Cuppies? Cups? Yeah. Cups. I need one of those... Just in case." He winked.
"Okay, I really don't want to think about your penis," she blushed slightly, not minding the thoughts about his penis, "but how much homework did I miss?"
"None. The teachers exempt you from all the work. Oh, by the way, if anyone asks, you were up really late doing your homework, slid on a piece of parchment and hit your head on the table pretty bad. That's what the entire school thinks, so that's the story and you better stick to it."
"And if I don't?"
"Granger, you wouldn't want to know!"
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That night, the elderly nurse let Hermione go up to her room, escorted by Malfoy. When they entered, they were shocked to see Dumbledore waiting for them. "I'm sorry to cut this homecoming of sorts short, but we do have a dilemma. The convention is in four days, yet I still do not have the names of the four other prefects that are going. I understand why this has not been completed; yet it needs to be done. I will come back in a half hour to collect the names."
He swept out of the room and the two just sat for a moment, thinking about who to send. "Well, I don't really know any fifth years, do you?" Malfoy asked.
"Nope. We should just ask Dumbledore to pick the ones with the best grades. What about the sixth years? I know Ginny and Colin..." Hermione trailed off.
"Well, what about Blaise Zabani? I know he stayed back in first year, but now he's a pretty good student." Malfoy said. "Okay, I guess that works. So Ginny and Blaise then? I hope Dumbledore doesn't think we're ONLY picking Gryffindor and Slytherin students," Hermione replied, getting up out of the armchair and laying down on the couch, her feet next to Malfoy. "He probably expects it because we don't really know anybody from other houses, or, at least, any prefects"
"That's true. So we're selecting Ginny, Blaise, and the two that Dumbledore picks... That was easy. You could've done that without me!"
"Yeah, but I'm sure that he wanted your input on the matter anyway. I most likely would've picked all Slytherins. Gee, this convention is pretty soon. We don't even know why we're going!"
"Yeah. So tomorrow's, what, Friday? So then we have the weekend. Are we leaving on Monday or Tuesday?"
"Your guess is as good as mine," Malfoy said. The two fell into silence, awaiting Dumbledore's return. Unconsciously Malfoy started rubbing Hermione's leg as Hermione unconsciously didn't mind this.
The door opened and Dumbledore stepped in. He sat at an armchair across from the couch. "Who did you choose to go to the convention?"
"For sixth years, we picked Ginny Weasley and Blaise Zabani, but we don't know any fifth year prefects well, so we were wondering if you could just select the boy and girl with the highest grades?" Hermione said.
"Yes. That should work. Well, I suppose now I should tell you why we are setting out on this expedition. The convention is about wizarding connections around the world, between schools, Ministries, and the people. We are representing England and Scotland. I will, however, have to ask you to read up on the topics that way you have some prior knowledge on the subject. Any questions?" Dumbledore said. When neither Hermione nor Malfoy had a question, he bid them goodnight.
Malfoy got up and started organizing his books, which were strewn across their table. "I can't believe that we have to spend more time doing crap for this stupid convention. Don't we have enough schoolwork? Geez, I'm barely getting through the work as is!" Malfoy complained.
"You know, you could just take an hour or two out of your weekend and read then!" Hermione responded, exasperated.
"Yeah, okay. Whatever. Like I don't have Quidditch practice!"
"Oh yeah, that's really all weekend long! "Hermione sighed. She lay down on the couch and looked at Malfoy, just considering him. Her annoyance with him quickly subsided. He really was a hunk, and it was really sweet of him to check up on her. She smiled and said, "You know, this couch is really comfortable. I think I might just sleep out here tonight."
Malfoy laughed. "You do that," he said as he went into his bedroom.
Hermione started to wonder if it would be cold. She was so comfortable, and she didn't want to get up to get a blanket. She sighed as she heard Malfoy walk back in.
"Lift your head, Granger."
"Why?" Malfoy stood to the side of the couch so she couldn't see him.
"Because, I can't put a pillow there if your head is in the way!"
Hermione blushed as she lifted her head. She felt the pillow slide behind her and plopped her head down on it. It was a very nice, comfy pillow.
She closed her eyes and started to let her exhaustion take her away, though she didn't understand why she was tired. She spent four days sleeping, and she was still tired.
She felt a cool blanket fall gently on top of her. Malfoy gently tucked her in, and she smiled gratefully and genuinely. "Thanks, Malfoy."
"You're welcome." He contemplated trying to kiss her, but he didn't want it to take the route that it did last time. He chanced it and kissed her on the forehead, causing her to blush. He stepped away and looked at her, smiling. "Good night, Hermione."
He turned and headed towards his bedroom. He stepped in the doorway when he heard a voice.
"Wait."
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Yay! I finished! I finished! It took me forever to write this chapter. I got a severe *road block* once I got Hermione back into the common room. Anyway, I got a great idea for the next chapter, and I'm looking forward to writing it. I think I will change the rating to R next chapter... bum! bum!! bum!!!
Gracias! to all my reviewers.
Love, Liz.
WAIT!!! Before you go, click the button in the bottom left corner. It says 'submit a review.' Please!