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Chapter is set in different peoples POV. Don't worry I'll tell you whose POV it is!
Chapter # 19
Wednesday, September 11th, 6:30
Dracos POV
My eyes fluttered open as the light was turned on. Crabbe looked at me stupidly.
"Time to get up." He grunted, then turned to leave.
"Well, duh." I mumbled to myself, and slid into my school uniform. I grabbed a comb and pushed my blond hair back against my head. It usually stayed there, but not this morning. It flopped back down, right into my face. I sighed and reached over, grabbing the hair gel. Once my hair was in its usual style, I grabbed my bag and raced down into the common room, and right out the door. Pansy opened her mouth to say good morning to me when I got to the great hall, but I just pushed past her. My thoughts were trained on earlier this morning, around 2:00. What had father said? I sat down and glanced sideways at Hermione Granger, who was talking to her friends.
"Hey Draco, what do we have today?" Goyle, who had followed Draco to the great hall, asked sluggishly.
"History of Magic, Care of Magical creatures, herbology, and divination." I replied. Goyle nodded and started to look for the essay Binns had given us last week. I glanced up at Hermione once more, and my eyes widened in surprise. She was staring right back at me.
HERMIONE'S POV!!
I glanced up at Malfoy, and saw that he was looking straight at me. Speak of the devil. He seemed unusually disgruntled today, like he was lacking in both sleep and warmth. He looked away, so I turned away and picked some more at my food.
"Hermione, are you gonna go on a hunger strike for those house-elves?" Harry asked desperately. I glared at my friend.
"Of course not. Hunger strikes are pointless, stupid, and ridiculous. And they're very unhealthy." I said simply. Ron raised his eyebrows.
"No would have been just fine to answer that question." He muttered. Harry chuckled. Those two would never rest at peace with each other.
"Quit arguing, you guys. It bugs me." He said quickly. I sighed in exasperation.
"It's hard not to argue, Harry. Me and Ron have personality clashes." I replied simply. Ron shrugged.
"We have Care of Magical Creatures next, so lets go. We're gonna be late." Ron said quickly. Harry nodded. I got up and we started towards the entrance hall when I finally remembered.
"Oh darn, I forgot my book." I muttered, then turned and raced back towards the Gryffindor common room. Ron shook his head.
"Crazy woman." Harry chuckled at his friends' comment.
End of Hermione's POV. Authors pov.
Draco ran slowly down the stairs, feeling worried. He was going to be late for class. Not watching where he was going, he bumped into someone. Hermione Granger.
"Hey, watch where you're going, Granger." He said angrily, then stopped. He had wanted to talk to her about James Potter, and she wasn't with her annoying friends. Now was his chance. "Umm, Hermione?" That's it Draco. Take the sweet approach. It should work. "Do you know anything about Potters' dad?" Hermione stared at him.
"James Potter? I know he was a fantastic seeker {A/n :I know James was a chaser, but being a seeker plays a very important role in the story.} and very troublesome. Why?" She couldn't help but feel suspicious. Why would Draco want to know about Harrys' dad?
"Uh, you missed my point. I meant like, right now. Do you know anything now?" Draco asked, feeling embarrassed. Hermione was shocked at what he just said. He couldn't know! There was no way he could know. She pretended to look amused.
"I know he's dead." Hermione replied, forcing herself to giggle as though she thought he was stupid. Draco looked quite embarrassed, but quickly regained his stature.
"Oh? Is he now?" his voice was smooth and taunting.
"Well, duh." Hermione snapped in annoyance. "Now excuse me, we're going to be late for class." She tried to walk around him, but he blocked her path.
"No really, is he actually dead? Or maybe he rose mysteriously up from his grave!" Draco hissed in a threatening tone. Hermiones' eyes widened.
"D-d- don't be stupid, Malfoy. He died nearly fourteen years ago. People don't just rise from their graves after laying there for a decade!" she snapped, then tried to find her way around Draco. The slimy slytherin would have none of it.
"Where do you think you're goin'? We're gonna sit down and have a nice long chat, concerning people rising mysteriously from their graves! You got it, Mudblood?"
"Get out of my way, you despicable, slimy, slippery, good-for-nothing rich-bitch pureblood!" Hermione screamed, and she reached over and slapped him across the head. Draco reeled back and slumped against the banister weakly.
"Oww, damn you, that hurt." He hissed angrily. "I can't even have a civil talk without getting slapped. Stupid mudblood whore." That was the last straw for Hermiones' patience. She lunged at Draco, furious, getting ready to beat him to a pulp, when.
Draco gasped as Hermione shoved him right over the banister. He flipped over it, and she was falling with him. And they tumbled from the marble staircase. Draco yelled at her in alarm. Hermione instantly forgot about beating him to the ground, because they were about to bash into it themselves. The world seemed to end when Snape was racing across the great hall, peering up at them and waving his wand in horror, obviously trying to slow them down. A feathery feeling seized both of them, and they stopped in midair. Well, they hadn't stopped completely. They were hovering.
"You stupid fools! What the hell were you trying to do?" Snape screamed up at the floating students, just as Dumbledore strode into the hall.
"Severus, my boy, what on earth are you doing?" he asked in slight confusion.
"Uh," Severus blushed. "Just rescuing these foolish students. They flipped over the banister. Mr. Malfoys' yell alerted me." He prayed that he wasn't in trouble with the headmaster.
"He heard that all the way from his class?" Draco whispered to Hermione in suspicion. Hermione shrugged.
"I want down." Draco stared at the girl, baffled. Want down? Why would she want down? This was actually quite fun. But Hermione had other ideas. She started to kick and squirm. Getting the hint, Snape lowered them to the floor.
"Now, you two apologize, and you will serve detention with Hagrid tonight, in the forbidden forest." Dumbledore said sternly. Draco sighed and turned to Hermione.
"Sorry I, um, called you a mudblood."
"Sorry I slapped you." Hermione admitted softly, and the two walked slowly out of the great hall.
"Detention. I can't believe it!" Draco grumbled. "And we have to serve it in the forest at that."
Hermiones' eyes widened. The forest? She had to warn James, really soon. He seemed to make her life a lot more difficult than it actually was. But she loved him all the same.
Chapter is set in different peoples POV. Don't worry I'll tell you whose POV it is!
Chapter # 19
Wednesday, September 11th, 6:30
Dracos POV
My eyes fluttered open as the light was turned on. Crabbe looked at me stupidly.
"Time to get up." He grunted, then turned to leave.
"Well, duh." I mumbled to myself, and slid into my school uniform. I grabbed a comb and pushed my blond hair back against my head. It usually stayed there, but not this morning. It flopped back down, right into my face. I sighed and reached over, grabbing the hair gel. Once my hair was in its usual style, I grabbed my bag and raced down into the common room, and right out the door. Pansy opened her mouth to say good morning to me when I got to the great hall, but I just pushed past her. My thoughts were trained on earlier this morning, around 2:00. What had father said? I sat down and glanced sideways at Hermione Granger, who was talking to her friends.
"Hey Draco, what do we have today?" Goyle, who had followed Draco to the great hall, asked sluggishly.
"History of Magic, Care of Magical creatures, herbology, and divination." I replied. Goyle nodded and started to look for the essay Binns had given us last week. I glanced up at Hermione once more, and my eyes widened in surprise. She was staring right back at me.
HERMIONE'S POV!!
I glanced up at Malfoy, and saw that he was looking straight at me. Speak of the devil. He seemed unusually disgruntled today, like he was lacking in both sleep and warmth. He looked away, so I turned away and picked some more at my food.
"Hermione, are you gonna go on a hunger strike for those house-elves?" Harry asked desperately. I glared at my friend.
"Of course not. Hunger strikes are pointless, stupid, and ridiculous. And they're very unhealthy." I said simply. Ron raised his eyebrows.
"No would have been just fine to answer that question." He muttered. Harry chuckled. Those two would never rest at peace with each other.
"Quit arguing, you guys. It bugs me." He said quickly. I sighed in exasperation.
"It's hard not to argue, Harry. Me and Ron have personality clashes." I replied simply. Ron shrugged.
"We have Care of Magical Creatures next, so lets go. We're gonna be late." Ron said quickly. Harry nodded. I got up and we started towards the entrance hall when I finally remembered.
"Oh darn, I forgot my book." I muttered, then turned and raced back towards the Gryffindor common room. Ron shook his head.
"Crazy woman." Harry chuckled at his friends' comment.
End of Hermione's POV. Authors pov.
Draco ran slowly down the stairs, feeling worried. He was going to be late for class. Not watching where he was going, he bumped into someone. Hermione Granger.
"Hey, watch where you're going, Granger." He said angrily, then stopped. He had wanted to talk to her about James Potter, and she wasn't with her annoying friends. Now was his chance. "Umm, Hermione?" That's it Draco. Take the sweet approach. It should work. "Do you know anything about Potters' dad?" Hermione stared at him.
"James Potter? I know he was a fantastic seeker {A/n :I know James was a chaser, but being a seeker plays a very important role in the story.} and very troublesome. Why?" She couldn't help but feel suspicious. Why would Draco want to know about Harrys' dad?
"Uh, you missed my point. I meant like, right now. Do you know anything now?" Draco asked, feeling embarrassed. Hermione was shocked at what he just said. He couldn't know! There was no way he could know. She pretended to look amused.
"I know he's dead." Hermione replied, forcing herself to giggle as though she thought he was stupid. Draco looked quite embarrassed, but quickly regained his stature.
"Oh? Is he now?" his voice was smooth and taunting.
"Well, duh." Hermione snapped in annoyance. "Now excuse me, we're going to be late for class." She tried to walk around him, but he blocked her path.
"No really, is he actually dead? Or maybe he rose mysteriously up from his grave!" Draco hissed in a threatening tone. Hermiones' eyes widened.
"D-d- don't be stupid, Malfoy. He died nearly fourteen years ago. People don't just rise from their graves after laying there for a decade!" she snapped, then tried to find her way around Draco. The slimy slytherin would have none of it.
"Where do you think you're goin'? We're gonna sit down and have a nice long chat, concerning people rising mysteriously from their graves! You got it, Mudblood?"
"Get out of my way, you despicable, slimy, slippery, good-for-nothing rich-bitch pureblood!" Hermione screamed, and she reached over and slapped him across the head. Draco reeled back and slumped against the banister weakly.
"Oww, damn you, that hurt." He hissed angrily. "I can't even have a civil talk without getting slapped. Stupid mudblood whore." That was the last straw for Hermiones' patience. She lunged at Draco, furious, getting ready to beat him to a pulp, when.
Draco gasped as Hermione shoved him right over the banister. He flipped over it, and she was falling with him. And they tumbled from the marble staircase. Draco yelled at her in alarm. Hermione instantly forgot about beating him to the ground, because they were about to bash into it themselves. The world seemed to end when Snape was racing across the great hall, peering up at them and waving his wand in horror, obviously trying to slow them down. A feathery feeling seized both of them, and they stopped in midair. Well, they hadn't stopped completely. They were hovering.
"You stupid fools! What the hell were you trying to do?" Snape screamed up at the floating students, just as Dumbledore strode into the hall.
"Severus, my boy, what on earth are you doing?" he asked in slight confusion.
"Uh," Severus blushed. "Just rescuing these foolish students. They flipped over the banister. Mr. Malfoys' yell alerted me." He prayed that he wasn't in trouble with the headmaster.
"He heard that all the way from his class?" Draco whispered to Hermione in suspicion. Hermione shrugged.
"I want down." Draco stared at the girl, baffled. Want down? Why would she want down? This was actually quite fun. But Hermione had other ideas. She started to kick and squirm. Getting the hint, Snape lowered them to the floor.
"Now, you two apologize, and you will serve detention with Hagrid tonight, in the forbidden forest." Dumbledore said sternly. Draco sighed and turned to Hermione.
"Sorry I, um, called you a mudblood."
"Sorry I slapped you." Hermione admitted softly, and the two walked slowly out of the great hall.
"Detention. I can't believe it!" Draco grumbled. "And we have to serve it in the forest at that."
Hermiones' eyes widened. The forest? She had to warn James, really soon. He seemed to make her life a lot more difficult than it actually was. But she loved him all the same.
