A Match Made in Detention
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters you'll find in the wonderful books written by JKR.
A/N: Okay, that last chapter I feel was the absolute worst, I mean worst, thing I've ever written in my life. I don't think I took any time and thought for it at all, and I am going to work on it again. Well sorry I haven't been updating ANY of my stories lately. I really don't have any excuse, but I'm lazy. And I have been busy as well. Well I have nothing to do right now, and lately I've been in the "writing mood" so I am writing. [I have been writing though, I have story on FictionPress.com called 'Well I'm Out, Peace'. That is always fun to write because it's based on real things and things me and my friend come up with]...well whatever. This is too much rambling.
Chapter 7:
Hermione watched as owls soared over everyone's head, and drop letters and packages in front of their faces. She always loved all the owls; they were so frail and beautiful in their own way. She usually never got post, but today a red-brown and white owl swept down and left a small envelope with her name on it at her table. The owl did not leave right away, and Hermione rubbed his fluff. She couldn't open the letter here. Hermione recognized the scrawl as Draco's handwriting she'd seen so many times before in classes. She eagerly waited time when she could leave the Great Hall and go somewhere private to read the letter.
Stuffing the envelope in her robes, she left the Hall for her first class, Potions. She wasn't looking forward to it, but she wasn't dreading it. She was actually kind of excited to be near Draco. She arrived in front of the dungeon classroom before anyone else. Professor Snape, must have not been in his room, because his door was locked. She figured she had enough time, and she pulled out the letter from breakfast. It read:
Hermione-
Well, after tonight, I would like to see you again. Would you like too? Tell me if you do. We can discuss this if you want to see me.
-Draco
She thought the letter was hilarious. Who would write something like that? Well obviously he would. He must have written it last night to, because it was talking about the night before. Hearing footsteps and a loud crowd of students coming her way, she quickly put the note back in her robes.
Professor Snape came to his classroom, to find the class outside of the door. "What's the matter with you people? Don't you know how to open a door?" He barked at the mob of people in his way of his door.
"Its locked sir" A Slytherin student said.
"Why, I didn't lock it" He questioned.
"How should we know?" The girl said.
Snape attempted to open the door, it wouldn't. He used "Alohamora", that didn't work. It was a mystery.
"Who was the first person to get down here?" Snape yelled.
"I was" Hermione said.
"Well, was the door like this before you came"
"Yes sir it was" Hermione stated.
"Okay, then can you explain to me why it wont open?" He asked her
"No"
"Girl what did you do?" Snape's cold eyes peered into Hermione's.
"I didn't do anything. I got down here, it was locked, no students were here yet, so I looked at some mail I got today, and then the students started showing up. So we waited for a minute or so, and then you came." Hermione said looking straight into the professors eyes.
Snape didn't say anything else. He pushed straight past the students and headed to Dumbledore. He didn't look happy. The students stood around looking puzzled. Within minutes, their teacher reappeared.
"C'mon, we're moving to another room. Follow me" He said
The students did what they were told, and followed Professor Snape. He led them up to the wing of classrooms that never are used. It was classroom 23. It was an old Potions classroom. Just like the one Hermione and Draco had cleaned, grubby and full of filth. It was encrusted with spills, dust, and unrecognizable messes. Snape said a quick spell, and the room was spotless.
"Take a seat" He ordered
Students raised their hands; he knew what they were asking. They wanted to know what was going on in the Dungeons.
"Put down your hands, now even Dumbledore doesn't know what is wrong with the door. He will find out soon. This is making me so mad. Well since all of our materials for today's assignment and everything I have and my plans are all down there, today we will be using old supplies, and creating a potion in your book."
A/N: Well there's a short chapter for ya.
More to come.
-seedy-
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters you'll find in the wonderful books written by JKR.
A/N: Okay, that last chapter I feel was the absolute worst, I mean worst, thing I've ever written in my life. I don't think I took any time and thought for it at all, and I am going to work on it again. Well sorry I haven't been updating ANY of my stories lately. I really don't have any excuse, but I'm lazy. And I have been busy as well. Well I have nothing to do right now, and lately I've been in the "writing mood" so I am writing. [I have been writing though, I have story on FictionPress.com called 'Well I'm Out, Peace'. That is always fun to write because it's based on real things and things me and my friend come up with]...well whatever. This is too much rambling.
Chapter 7:
Hermione watched as owls soared over everyone's head, and drop letters and packages in front of their faces. She always loved all the owls; they were so frail and beautiful in their own way. She usually never got post, but today a red-brown and white owl swept down and left a small envelope with her name on it at her table. The owl did not leave right away, and Hermione rubbed his fluff. She couldn't open the letter here. Hermione recognized the scrawl as Draco's handwriting she'd seen so many times before in classes. She eagerly waited time when she could leave the Great Hall and go somewhere private to read the letter.
Stuffing the envelope in her robes, she left the Hall for her first class, Potions. She wasn't looking forward to it, but she wasn't dreading it. She was actually kind of excited to be near Draco. She arrived in front of the dungeon classroom before anyone else. Professor Snape, must have not been in his room, because his door was locked. She figured she had enough time, and she pulled out the letter from breakfast. It read:
Hermione-
Well, after tonight, I would like to see you again. Would you like too? Tell me if you do. We can discuss this if you want to see me.
-Draco
She thought the letter was hilarious. Who would write something like that? Well obviously he would. He must have written it last night to, because it was talking about the night before. Hearing footsteps and a loud crowd of students coming her way, she quickly put the note back in her robes.
Professor Snape came to his classroom, to find the class outside of the door. "What's the matter with you people? Don't you know how to open a door?" He barked at the mob of people in his way of his door.
"Its locked sir" A Slytherin student said.
"Why, I didn't lock it" He questioned.
"How should we know?" The girl said.
Snape attempted to open the door, it wouldn't. He used "Alohamora", that didn't work. It was a mystery.
"Who was the first person to get down here?" Snape yelled.
"I was" Hermione said.
"Well, was the door like this before you came"
"Yes sir it was" Hermione stated.
"Okay, then can you explain to me why it wont open?" He asked her
"No"
"Girl what did you do?" Snape's cold eyes peered into Hermione's.
"I didn't do anything. I got down here, it was locked, no students were here yet, so I looked at some mail I got today, and then the students started showing up. So we waited for a minute or so, and then you came." Hermione said looking straight into the professors eyes.
Snape didn't say anything else. He pushed straight past the students and headed to Dumbledore. He didn't look happy. The students stood around looking puzzled. Within minutes, their teacher reappeared.
"C'mon, we're moving to another room. Follow me" He said
The students did what they were told, and followed Professor Snape. He led them up to the wing of classrooms that never are used. It was classroom 23. It was an old Potions classroom. Just like the one Hermione and Draco had cleaned, grubby and full of filth. It was encrusted with spills, dust, and unrecognizable messes. Snape said a quick spell, and the room was spotless.
"Take a seat" He ordered
Students raised their hands; he knew what they were asking. They wanted to know what was going on in the Dungeons.
"Put down your hands, now even Dumbledore doesn't know what is wrong with the door. He will find out soon. This is making me so mad. Well since all of our materials for today's assignment and everything I have and my plans are all down there, today we will be using old supplies, and creating a potion in your book."
A/N: Well there's a short chapter for ya.
More to come.
-seedy-