Hi! Even though I don't know if anyone actually reviewed, and I really don't care, I am writing this chappie but only cause I love writing. I think, even though it was boring, you should have liked the last chappie and for those who are asking if Hermione is getting her memory back, YES she will! In the next 2 chapters she will be remembering bits and bits of her past but she won't get it fully until after the start of term. So, on with this one and this chappie is dedicated to my dear friend Merlym. Hope you like it! And, BTW, I'm writing it in Draco's POV since I don't know, yet, what would Hermione think of.
Disclaimer: I declare myself Alannah Patricia Javier Sanchez, therefore; I do NOT own any Harry Potter characters! "This is conversation" and 'this is the person's conscience', you get it?
Chapter 10: Friends or more?
DRACO'S POV
I was taking Hermione to our dormitories after dinner. She was looking around the walls, pictures and other things in our path, while I dragged her along. She seemed just like a first year that had never seen magic or anything related to it before but she looked extremely cute with that look of amazement and curiosity in her face. I have to admit, there might be something between us. Not girlfriend/boyfriend (Although I secretly wish there were) but a friendship. Not like the one I have with Crabbe, Goyle or even that annoying slut Pansy, but a normal one, a nice one.
'Yeah, I don't know why you hang around those thugs! They are so thick they wouldn't get the snitch even if flied in front if them! And that girl Pansy is so annoyingly sticky!'
Tell me about it. She wouldn't leave me alone even if they threatened to kill her. And what's worse is that she thinks I like her! I absolutely HATE her! I only hung around them cause Pansy and my father are friends and he would make me pay dearly if he heard I was doing something undeatheater- ish (AN: Did you get that?).
'Yeah well, now you don't have to worry about that. He is gone and hopefully forever.'
Thank God he is! Who I'm worried about is my mum. She didn't do anything to deserve what Lucius did to her. I wish he would just rot in Azkaban instead if them giving him the Kiss. That way, he would suffer as much as he made me suffer.
'Yeah. Well don't think about that. Look up ahead you are almost reaching the portrait leading into the prefects tower.'
Oh right. I forgot about that.
'Oh so typical of you!'
Sorry. I looked up at the portrait that was a painting of Hogwarts' 4 founders: Godric Gryffindor (Male), Helga Hufflepuff (Female), Rowena Ravenclaw (F) and Salazar Slytherin (M). Like always, Slytherin and Gryffindor were arguing while Hufflepuff was trying to part them and Ravenclaw was reading. They immediately stopped or, in Ravenclaw's case, looked up when they acknowledged we were there. They looked at Hermione with funny and indescribable faces.
"Well, who is this beautiful, young lady?" said Hufflepuff, being the politest of them all.
"This," I said pointing towards Hermione, "is Hermione Granger, one of Gryffindor's 6th year prefect. Hasn't Dumbledore spoken to you about her?" I said.
"Why, yes. Of course." Said Gryffindor throwing a look at the others.
"Oh! Yes, isn't she the smartest witch in your year?" said Ravenclaw, like always thinking of the intellect.
"Yes and probably of the school but she lost her memory and forgot everything about, well, everything." I said.
"Oh yeah, we heard about that. As we understand it, from Dumbledore, you will be tutoring her in the next few weeks or until she gets her memory back." Said Gryffindor. Why is it that people refer to it as something lost?
'You said she had lost it when you spoke to them. So you are contradicting yourself. You are so stupid sometimes.'
Yeah, I know. I don't flatter myself for that.
"Yeah. I hope I have enough time though. I don't think I can teach her all we've covered in just a few weeks and God knows that after Potter and Weasley come here, they won't let her alone for a second, considering Weasley is a prefect too." I said. What I said was true. They will probably think I want something from her or want to harm her, which I really don't.
'Finally you acknowledge you like her! Something intelligent you did today! I wouldn't have believed this from you!'
Yeah whatever. You should shut up sometimes you know?
'Yeah, I do. But I enjoy making you feel annoyed. Anyway. What will you do with Hermione tonight? You should show her around the school. How 'bout the Astronomy Tower? It should be a starry night tonight…'
You always DO know what is good for me but I think that if I do, I will be going too fast and you know she shouldn't get stressed. Any teacher sees us and I'm the one that gets fried!
'Yeah, you're probably right but. Anyway, she wouldn't get stressed about that! What they meant was in the classes and you know making her do something she can't or whatever. But sorry anyway. Why don't you get hot chocolate and talk to her in the Common Room, after she sees her room and stuff.'
Now THAT'S a perfect idea. Now, back to reality.
"Well, might I say, Mr. Malfoy, that you certainly have a way of thinking that I haven't seen in ages." Said Slytherin, looking mischievously at me.
"Oh, sorry," I said, slightly embarrassed, "well, we better be off into our rooms. Good night."
"Now, remember we can see you in there." Said Gryffindor. Here you didn't need a password, just voice recognition.
We entered the Entrance Hall, which consisted of a circular room with a lamp, a couch and 3 doors. They said, in plaques at the top: 5TH YEAR PREFECTS, 6TH YEAR PREFECTS and 7TH YEAR PREFECTS. I opened the 6th year prefect's door, logically, and stepped into our Common Room.
It was a spacious common room, considering that it was bigger than any house's common room. It had 8 desks for the prefects to work in which on top of them had a blackboard which would say the person's homework for the day, it worked magically so you didn't have to write them, 6 bookcases filled with, what else, books so that we didn't have to go to the library to get them. The bookcases had a charm that, if I needed a certain book to look for an assignment, I just had to think of it while standing in front of one of the bookcases, and It would be there, another one of Dumbledore's brilliant ideas. There were 4 couches in one of the houses colors and a gray one that was big enough for 5 to fit easily, that was in front of, you won't believe this (I didn't believe it myself) a TELEVISION. Yes, a television, although in Hogwarts electrical objects couldn't work, that was charmed. Thinking of what you wanted to watch could operate the remote control and the TV changed itself to the most suitable program. If it were a group, then it would suit the group's collective thoughts, yet another one of Dumbledore's idea. In the common room was a blank portrait in which the founder's could move into when they wanted to check on us or, when we asked them to. There were 4 doors with each house's name in a plaque leading to the individual dormitories. Since we had to work on projects throughout the year, there was another blackboard with upcoming projects or whatever, another one with the schedules of each house, yet ANOTHER one with the passwords to each tower to any house. The last one is just in case we need to speak to someone of another house or our own, we knew the password. Since we were prefects, we were supposed to be trustworthy and intelligent enough to respect their privacy and our privileges. Have I forgotten the fireplace, passageway towards the kitchen and library and the HUMONGOUS and luxurious bathroom? And you HAVE to see the rooms!
(AN: I won't describe the rooms, it's just a normal yet big and luxurious room, if something happens in one of them, I'll describe it then. I think my hands hurt too much!)
Hermione, after studying her surroundings, something she did too much, gasped and looked happy and excited, to say the least.
"Do you like it?" I asked, smiling to myself as I saw how simple things like this (Yes! Simple! Remember I used to live in the MALFOY MANOR!) made her so happy.
"I LOVE it! It's so, what's the word… cool! I can't believe I get to live here!" she said, her excitement clear in her voice.
"Wait till you see the room then…."
After she saw the room, we went to the common room and sat in the green couch (Slytherin duh!) with hot chocolates, which we got from the kitchens, at hand and started talking. Well, SHE started talking.
"I love this place. It's just filled with…." She said and stared into space after the last part.
"Magic in every corner?" I finished for her; she looked at me with a weird expression in her face.
"How did you know I wanted to say that?" she said.
"Great minds think alike." I said, chuckling after I had said it.
We spent the rest of the night talking about everything. She even told me how she felt towards Potter after she "lost" her memory. She HATED him. I would have never imagined it. Granger hating Potter. The world is surely coming to an end. It's like me falling in love with her.
'Well, you did, so what she said can be true.'
Yeah, right. Maybe she finally saw what I see in him: arrogance and annoyance et cetera. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.
*~*~*~* WEEKS LATER*~*~*~*
I finished teaching her for the day and we were heading to the Great Hall for dinner in the last day before the other students arrived. The days had majorly passed like this: we woke up, breakfast, she went to whatever classes she had in the morning while I stayed in the Common Room watching TV, listening to my Discman (charmed to work at Hogwarts) or reading (a habit that Hermione hadn't dropped and I had picked up from her), we ate together at lunch then, I teached her whatever classes I had to teach her in the afternoons (I only had to tutor her in the afternoons), ate dinner and went to the Common Room to talk and/or relax and hang around until we had to go to bed by orders of one of the founder's that told us our curfew. Sometimes Hermione had to go to Dumbledore's office so he could try potions or charms for her memory. It never worked. She sometimes got glimpses of her past but not a lot. We had gotten very close during those days and we trusted each other with EVERYTHING. She knew all there was to know about me and, well, that's it. Since she didn't remember that much, she told me of the glimpses she got and her thoughts from the day she woke up at the hospital back in London, to this very day. None of the bits of her past, had anything to do with Potter or Weasley, thankfully, they were of her family and of when she was little. So, basically, we both knew as much as we did about the other as much as we did of ourselves (I had told her everything I knew about her time at Hogwarts and what happened here from 1st year to 5th, including the insults I told her, thankfully she forgave me after I explained my situation with my father. She was a VERY understanding and compassionate person.)
She learned quickly and she now knew all I knew (which was anything that had to do with advanced DADA, since I had a tutor to teach me in the summer at the manor and all I had learned in Hogwarts). I'm not kidding when I say she learned QUICKLY.
We were sitting down in the table, chatting happily, when Dumbledore interrupted us.
"Ah, I see you 2 have no problem in getting along anymore and Ms. Granger has overcome her shyness. Am I correct in my presumptions?" he asked with the ever present twinkle in his eyes standing out.
"Yes, Professor Dumbledore, Draco and I get along perfectly. I don't think, or at least I don't hope, we will be having any problems this years." Said a cheerful looking Hermione.
"Don't worry professors, I promise there won't be any problems between us and I promise to take care of her, as you asked." I said. As I finished the professors looked, amazed, at each other in turns. Sprout at Snape, Snape at McGonagall, so on and so forth. When the "chain" came upon Dumbledore he just looked at me and spoke:
"Let's hope that you are true to your word. We certainly don't want anything to happen to Ms. Granger and she cannot be left alone until she recovers ('finally someone who uses an acceptable phrase with that!') her memory." Hermione blushed at this maybe out of fear, sadness or who knows what, "Although I fully trust and know that she is well trained by the best tutor she could get." Now it was my turn to blush.
"Don't worry, I won't let her out of my sight." I said as I looked over to a very uncomfortable looking Hermione. As the professors continued their business, I got close to her to ask her what was wrong.
" Mione? (That was the name I used for her, it made me feel like she was mine, all mine) Are you all right? Are you feeling dizzy?" I asked, a hint of concern noticeable in my voice.
"No, it's not that. It's just that… well, it's kind of private so, could we go to the Common Room?" she said, looking down at her hands while speaking.
"Sure, you go ahead I'll excuse us from the professors and ask if they need anything, you know being tomorrow that everyone gets here and all." I said, now fully concerned.
"Ok, I'll wait for you in the Common Room." She said as she left. As soon as she left, Dumbledore looked at me concern etched all over his face…
AN: I hope you liked it review! Sorry but I was going to put it longer but my power just went out and I ma working with solar electricity mom's going to kill me bye!