Hey, you! Off of my cloud!
A/N: Possibly the funnest thing to write in this chapter was McGonagall's over-reaction. And Draco's reaction to her reaction.
One of the most unpleasant ways to wake up is with your boyfriend sleeping next to you, arms wrapped around each other, and your favorite teacher standing over you shouting.
"...nearly in a panic, Parvati told me you never came back to your dorm after dinner, and you weren't there when she woke up...Mr. Malfoy, wake up!" McGonagall screamed.
"Hullo." He said dryly, not opening his eyes. Suddenly they flew open, and he sat up in terror. "Prof. McGonagall." He gulped. "I-I can explain..."
She glared down at him sharply.
"Ac-actually, no I can't." He shrank back against the tree again.
"Ms. Granger, I would like to know what is going on, and how long it has been going on at this...level. No, wait!" She cut me off before I could open my mouth. "You both will come with me to the castle, where you shall explain yourselves! Get up! NOW!"
McGonagall was so mad, she barely noticed as she turned a corner and completely bowled over Prof. Flitwick, scattering papers everywhere. As we were yanked along, Draco and I exchanged several worried glances, unsure of what was coming.
I suddenly realized I'd never been in this part of the castle before. It must be the teacher's quarters. Before I figured out where we were going, we had been propelled head-first into a dreary looking room with only one occupant.
"Severus, just the man I was hoping I wouldn't have to see." Prof. McGonagall shoved Draco towards him. "Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger spent the night unsupervised at the lake's shore. I will leave him in your care. I have already taken points off Slytherin and Gryffindor, and they both are receiving a weeks worth of detentions, and whatever else you may wish."
Draco caught my eye when she said the word 'detentions,' and it took all my strength to not burst out laughing, despite being in major trouble.
McGonagall seemed to notice, because she added, "Separate detentions." before dragging me off towards her office.
Once we were alone, it took her a while before she settled down. First she paced around her desk a while, then stared out the window, and finally sat down behind her desk and asked me, "Hermione, has Draco ever asked about any of the Gryffindor Quidditch team's plays?"
My mouth dropped open. Whatever I was expecting, that wasn't it...
"Or has he ever asked about the password to the Gryffindor common room? Or maybe the Weasley's summer plans?
"Prof. McGonagall, I cannot believe you think Draco would use me like that!"
"'I like mankind, it's people I don't trust.'" She quoted.
"You may not trust him, but I do! You don't know him the way I do!"
Prof. McGonagall glared at me over the rims of her glasses. "How exactly do you know him?"
I was slightly taken aback. "Would you care to elaborate?" I asked icily.
"Why, Ms. Granger, do you think he's chosen now to show his feelings? The Slytherin Quidditch team is at it's worst in years, the Gryffindor team is flourishing-"
"Prof. McGonagall, when we're together, Quidditch is the last thing on our minds!" I cannot believe I'm shouting at a professor. I'm going to be in so much trouble. "And if you don't believe that two people can overcome how they were brought up and fall in love without ulterior motives, well then, you are one sad, sorry, son of a bitch!"
I don't believe myself sometimes. I feel like I'm going to wake up any second and throw up.
McGonagall is sitting there, motionless. I realize what I just said, and gasp.
"Oh my goodness, Prof. McGonagall, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean that-"
She reached into her pocket for a Kleenex, dabbing at her forehead as she told me, "It's okay, Hermione. Sometimes love does odd things to us all."
I looked at her skeptically, taken aback. "So, you do believe it's love?"
She sighed. "Strictly off the record, I think anything that would have you cussing out a professor would have to be love."
I sighed with relief.
"That doesn't mean you'll be getting away with it."
Shit.
A/N: Draco's rubbing off on her, eh? I can't imagine what Snape's interrogation was like...oh wait, I can XD I may write a ficclet about that...
A/N: Possibly the funnest thing to write in this chapter was McGonagall's over-reaction. And Draco's reaction to her reaction.
One of the most unpleasant ways to wake up is with your boyfriend sleeping next to you, arms wrapped around each other, and your favorite teacher standing over you shouting.
"...nearly in a panic, Parvati told me you never came back to your dorm after dinner, and you weren't there when she woke up...Mr. Malfoy, wake up!" McGonagall screamed.
"Hullo." He said dryly, not opening his eyes. Suddenly they flew open, and he sat up in terror. "Prof. McGonagall." He gulped. "I-I can explain..."
She glared down at him sharply.
"Ac-actually, no I can't." He shrank back against the tree again.
"Ms. Granger, I would like to know what is going on, and how long it has been going on at this...level. No, wait!" She cut me off before I could open my mouth. "You both will come with me to the castle, where you shall explain yourselves! Get up! NOW!"
McGonagall was so mad, she barely noticed as she turned a corner and completely bowled over Prof. Flitwick, scattering papers everywhere. As we were yanked along, Draco and I exchanged several worried glances, unsure of what was coming.
I suddenly realized I'd never been in this part of the castle before. It must be the teacher's quarters. Before I figured out where we were going, we had been propelled head-first into a dreary looking room with only one occupant.
"Severus, just the man I was hoping I wouldn't have to see." Prof. McGonagall shoved Draco towards him. "Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger spent the night unsupervised at the lake's shore. I will leave him in your care. I have already taken points off Slytherin and Gryffindor, and they both are receiving a weeks worth of detentions, and whatever else you may wish."
Draco caught my eye when she said the word 'detentions,' and it took all my strength to not burst out laughing, despite being in major trouble.
McGonagall seemed to notice, because she added, "Separate detentions." before dragging me off towards her office.
Once we were alone, it took her a while before she settled down. First she paced around her desk a while, then stared out the window, and finally sat down behind her desk and asked me, "Hermione, has Draco ever asked about any of the Gryffindor Quidditch team's plays?"
My mouth dropped open. Whatever I was expecting, that wasn't it...
"Or has he ever asked about the password to the Gryffindor common room? Or maybe the Weasley's summer plans?
"Prof. McGonagall, I cannot believe you think Draco would use me like that!"
"'I like mankind, it's people I don't trust.'" She quoted.
"You may not trust him, but I do! You don't know him the way I do!"
Prof. McGonagall glared at me over the rims of her glasses. "How exactly do you know him?"
I was slightly taken aback. "Would you care to elaborate?" I asked icily.
"Why, Ms. Granger, do you think he's chosen now to show his feelings? The Slytherin Quidditch team is at it's worst in years, the Gryffindor team is flourishing-"
"Prof. McGonagall, when we're together, Quidditch is the last thing on our minds!" I cannot believe I'm shouting at a professor. I'm going to be in so much trouble. "And if you don't believe that two people can overcome how they were brought up and fall in love without ulterior motives, well then, you are one sad, sorry, son of a bitch!"
I don't believe myself sometimes. I feel like I'm going to wake up any second and throw up.
McGonagall is sitting there, motionless. I realize what I just said, and gasp.
"Oh my goodness, Prof. McGonagall, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean that-"
She reached into her pocket for a Kleenex, dabbing at her forehead as she told me, "It's okay, Hermione. Sometimes love does odd things to us all."
I looked at her skeptically, taken aback. "So, you do believe it's love?"
She sighed. "Strictly off the record, I think anything that would have you cussing out a professor would have to be love."
I sighed with relief.
"That doesn't mean you'll be getting away with it."
Shit.
A/N: Draco's rubbing off on her, eh? I can't imagine what Snape's interrogation was like...oh wait, I can XD I may write a ficclet about that...