A/N: Wow, eight reviews for one chapter. Thanks to everyone who reviewed and now on with chapter 2. And to clear things up, Fred and George are called in frequently to clear things up with their pranks and while they're at Hogwarts they like to play pranks on certain students and teachers (*cough*snape*cough*)
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Emerald Flame
Chapter 2
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****Hermione's POV****
When the train stopped all of the Heads were all ordered out after the younger students. Apparently, Dumbledore would be announcing us at the feast so we would come after the Sorting. We were sent out and got onto horseless carriages that were to take us to the castle. Draco and the Ravenclaw Head Girl, Marie O'Connor, got into the carriage with Harry and I. Harry sat next to Marie and started a conversation with her while I sat next to Draco in silence. The way he held his head allowed me to see his nose and chin and I saw a thin line of blood slowly making its way down the line of his jaw. I stared at the crimson stream until we got to the castle, at which point we were led to the doors of the Great Hall by Professor McGonagall and instructed to wait until Dumbledore called us in. We were to walk in in pairs and stand in front of the Head table. We were called in a second later and stood in front of the Head Table. I kept as still as I could while Dumbledore spoke, but it was hard. My legs were starting to ache.
"Students," Dumbledore started his speech, "I must tell you about something new that is happening this year. For the sake of reaching the teachers easier, the Heads will be given their own rooms that leads to their own Common Room that is located near my office. For now, you Heads can eat at your own House Tables but be sure to meet me outside my office for the password to your Common Room."
We nodded and walked to our respective House tables. Harry and I sat across from Ron and started talking soon after the food had appeared.
"Look at that," Harry said to me when Ron had gone to the other end of the Table to get more mashed potatoes, pointing to the Slytherin table.
"What?" I asked, looking down the table, but I noticed just as I asked. Draco was sitting by himself at the very end of the table. The other Slytherins kept on whispering at each other and pointing at him. A second later a roll was thrown at him by none other than Crabbe. It hit Draco in the side of his face but he just ignored it.
"It's like they hate him," Harry said to me.
"But why?" I asked. But he didn't get to answer me if he was going to because Ron came back a second later with more food piled on his face.
****Draco's POV****
I saw Hermione and Potter staring at me and tried to keep from staring back at them. I felt the roll hit me in the face. In all truth it opened another wound that stung now like a white hot wire pressed against my skin. But I wasn't going to show the pain. I -couldn't- show the pain. I wasn't going to let my father win.
After all the food was gone I joined the other Heads in front of Dumbledore's office. McGonagall waited for us there. Apparently she would show us the Common Room. She led us a little way down the hall and stopped us in front of a huge painting of a black phoenix.
"The password is 'Black Ebony,' McGonagall told us, and the portrait behind her seemed to tear in two and show a hole in the wall which led to a very elaborately decorated Common Room. The floor was deep blue with amazing silver carpets, while the furniture was green. The walls were covered with paintings of old warlocks and witches and huge chandeliers twinkled with red and yellow fairy lights.
"You will go to the door with your name written on it," McGonagall continued, "It will lead you to your room."
She left us then to go into our rooms. I walked to the green door with 'Draco Malfoy' written on it in silver letters and went inside the room. It was huge with a king size bed with green silk sheets and paintings of mystical creatures on the wall. The carpet was a deep green and a chandelier much like the one in the Common Room hung from the ceiling. A door the side of the room led to a small bathroom complete with a shower. I took off the cloak and threw it over my trunk, which sat at the end of my bed. I then went into the bathroom and washed the blood off my face. I looked up at my reflection and flinched a little at what I saw. The two wounds that had been opened had clotted already and would probably heal before tomorrow. I should put a Concealing Spell over the wounds before tomorrow so I don't have to walk around all day with a hood hiding my face, but I don't know how to cast a proper one. Fortunately, I knew someone who did. Unfortunately, I was supposed to hate her. Then again, what do I have to worry about? Everyone else already hates me anyway, so what have I got to lose? I put the cloak back on and started to walk to the door, but someone knocked on it before I could get to it. I pulled the hood a little lower on my face before I opened the door. Surprisingly, Hermione stood there.
"Can I come in?" She asked, looking past me into my room. I glanced out into the Common Room to make sure no one else was there before I moved back to let her in and closed the door behind her.
"What d'you want?" I asked her as she looked around the room.
"One of my books is missing, I didn't put it in your bag by mistake, did I?" She asked.
"I don't know," I answered, "Let me go check."
I got my bag off a small table in the room and started to search through it. Hermione sat down on the edge of my bed and watched me. I found a book in my bag that I didn't recognize and looked at the cover.
"Vampires of Light," I read aloud, "Is this it?"
"Yeah, thanks," Hermione stood and took the book from me.
"Can you help me with something?" I asked her before she could turn and leave.
"What?" She asked, leaning her head to the side.
I took my cloak off and threw it over my bed.
"Could you teach me how to do decent a Concealing Spell so I can cover my scars?" I asked her.
She nodded and stepped forward with her wand in her hand.
"You place the tip of the wand on the scar you want to conceal," She said, putting the tip of her wand on the wound, "And you say the spell as clearly as you can."
She said the spell and stood back.
"There," She smiled, "Remember, it only conceals, so if one starts to bleed it'll show."
I nodded and sat down on my bed.
"You can go now," I told her, picking up a book and opening it to the chapter I was supposed to have read over the summer. Hermione nodded and started for the door, but she stopped with her hand on the doorknob and turned.
"Draco…." She said softly.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"Well….If you need anyone to talk to….I'm here, you know?" She said in a rush.
I just nodded.
"I know."
Hermione nodded as well and walked out the door, making sure no one saw her. It wasn't until a few seconds after she left that I realized she was trying to be my friend. Trying to.
****Hermione's POV****
I walked out of Draco's room after I made sure the coast was clear and sighed before I made my way back to my own room. I have -no- idea what made me say what I did. I mean, he was supposed to be my greatest enemy (other than Voldemort of course). After what he said in fifth year and all. He seemed incredibly pissed off at the fact that Harry had gotten his father placed in Azkaban for a few months, but he couldn't still love--no, respect his father after what he did, could he? And why am I trying to be his friend? Why?
I shoved this thought into the back of my mind and quickly went back to my room. It looked a lot like Draco's, except mine was decorated in colors of gold and red. There was a great mural of a unicorn on the wall on my right. It even moved, prancing around the painted forest and throwing its head back so it shimmered silver. When I turned the light off it even glowed. I didn't want to think about Draco any more, so I took out the book I had gotten back from Draco and lay down on my bed to read it. But, alas, I couldn't get the thought of the blood trailing down his face out of his mind. I threw the book across the room and buried my head in the golden sheets. Amazing….I can allow my mind to be cleared of everything when I do my homework but I can't get the boy out of my head. A knock at the door thankfully cut my thoughts short.
"Come in," I said, looking up. The door opened and Harry stepped in.
"This is weird…" He said, looking around.
"What?" I asked.
"Sharing a Common Room with Slytherins."
I laughed and sat up.
"In other words you're really lonely 'cause you don't have Ron to talk to,"
"Like you're not?"
I sniffed and trailed a finger down my cheek.
"Tear…." I said.
He smiled and sat down next to me.
"So who're the other Heads?" I asked, "I didn't get to see them all."
"Draco and Pansy from Slytherin, Ernie and Hannah from Hufflepuff, and Marie and Terry from Ravenclaw," He counted off on his fingers.
"How did that stupid pug-faced idiot Pansy get to be Head Girl?" I asked scathingly.
"No clue," Harry laughed.
I smiled as well.
"I need to go unpack," Harry said, turning to the door, "See you Hermione."
"Bye," I said as he left. I wish he hadn't. Without something to distract me my thoughts turned to Draco again. Ugh, sometimes I really hate having a huge mind.
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A/N: Chapter 2. Hope you like. Push the button and tell me what you think. Or not. Your choice.
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Emerald Flame
Chapter 2
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****Hermione's POV****
When the train stopped all of the Heads were all ordered out after the younger students. Apparently, Dumbledore would be announcing us at the feast so we would come after the Sorting. We were sent out and got onto horseless carriages that were to take us to the castle. Draco and the Ravenclaw Head Girl, Marie O'Connor, got into the carriage with Harry and I. Harry sat next to Marie and started a conversation with her while I sat next to Draco in silence. The way he held his head allowed me to see his nose and chin and I saw a thin line of blood slowly making its way down the line of his jaw. I stared at the crimson stream until we got to the castle, at which point we were led to the doors of the Great Hall by Professor McGonagall and instructed to wait until Dumbledore called us in. We were to walk in in pairs and stand in front of the Head table. We were called in a second later and stood in front of the Head Table. I kept as still as I could while Dumbledore spoke, but it was hard. My legs were starting to ache.
"Students," Dumbledore started his speech, "I must tell you about something new that is happening this year. For the sake of reaching the teachers easier, the Heads will be given their own rooms that leads to their own Common Room that is located near my office. For now, you Heads can eat at your own House Tables but be sure to meet me outside my office for the password to your Common Room."
We nodded and walked to our respective House tables. Harry and I sat across from Ron and started talking soon after the food had appeared.
"Look at that," Harry said to me when Ron had gone to the other end of the Table to get more mashed potatoes, pointing to the Slytherin table.
"What?" I asked, looking down the table, but I noticed just as I asked. Draco was sitting by himself at the very end of the table. The other Slytherins kept on whispering at each other and pointing at him. A second later a roll was thrown at him by none other than Crabbe. It hit Draco in the side of his face but he just ignored it.
"It's like they hate him," Harry said to me.
"But why?" I asked. But he didn't get to answer me if he was going to because Ron came back a second later with more food piled on his face.
****Draco's POV****
I saw Hermione and Potter staring at me and tried to keep from staring back at them. I felt the roll hit me in the face. In all truth it opened another wound that stung now like a white hot wire pressed against my skin. But I wasn't going to show the pain. I -couldn't- show the pain. I wasn't going to let my father win.
After all the food was gone I joined the other Heads in front of Dumbledore's office. McGonagall waited for us there. Apparently she would show us the Common Room. She led us a little way down the hall and stopped us in front of a huge painting of a black phoenix.
"The password is 'Black Ebony,' McGonagall told us, and the portrait behind her seemed to tear in two and show a hole in the wall which led to a very elaborately decorated Common Room. The floor was deep blue with amazing silver carpets, while the furniture was green. The walls were covered with paintings of old warlocks and witches and huge chandeliers twinkled with red and yellow fairy lights.
"You will go to the door with your name written on it," McGonagall continued, "It will lead you to your room."
She left us then to go into our rooms. I walked to the green door with 'Draco Malfoy' written on it in silver letters and went inside the room. It was huge with a king size bed with green silk sheets and paintings of mystical creatures on the wall. The carpet was a deep green and a chandelier much like the one in the Common Room hung from the ceiling. A door the side of the room led to a small bathroom complete with a shower. I took off the cloak and threw it over my trunk, which sat at the end of my bed. I then went into the bathroom and washed the blood off my face. I looked up at my reflection and flinched a little at what I saw. The two wounds that had been opened had clotted already and would probably heal before tomorrow. I should put a Concealing Spell over the wounds before tomorrow so I don't have to walk around all day with a hood hiding my face, but I don't know how to cast a proper one. Fortunately, I knew someone who did. Unfortunately, I was supposed to hate her. Then again, what do I have to worry about? Everyone else already hates me anyway, so what have I got to lose? I put the cloak back on and started to walk to the door, but someone knocked on it before I could get to it. I pulled the hood a little lower on my face before I opened the door. Surprisingly, Hermione stood there.
"Can I come in?" She asked, looking past me into my room. I glanced out into the Common Room to make sure no one else was there before I moved back to let her in and closed the door behind her.
"What d'you want?" I asked her as she looked around the room.
"One of my books is missing, I didn't put it in your bag by mistake, did I?" She asked.
"I don't know," I answered, "Let me go check."
I got my bag off a small table in the room and started to search through it. Hermione sat down on the edge of my bed and watched me. I found a book in my bag that I didn't recognize and looked at the cover.
"Vampires of Light," I read aloud, "Is this it?"
"Yeah, thanks," Hermione stood and took the book from me.
"Can you help me with something?" I asked her before she could turn and leave.
"What?" She asked, leaning her head to the side.
I took my cloak off and threw it over my bed.
"Could you teach me how to do decent a Concealing Spell so I can cover my scars?" I asked her.
She nodded and stepped forward with her wand in her hand.
"You place the tip of the wand on the scar you want to conceal," She said, putting the tip of her wand on the wound, "And you say the spell as clearly as you can."
She said the spell and stood back.
"There," She smiled, "Remember, it only conceals, so if one starts to bleed it'll show."
I nodded and sat down on my bed.
"You can go now," I told her, picking up a book and opening it to the chapter I was supposed to have read over the summer. Hermione nodded and started for the door, but she stopped with her hand on the doorknob and turned.
"Draco…." She said softly.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"Well….If you need anyone to talk to….I'm here, you know?" She said in a rush.
I just nodded.
"I know."
Hermione nodded as well and walked out the door, making sure no one saw her. It wasn't until a few seconds after she left that I realized she was trying to be my friend. Trying to.
****Hermione's POV****
I walked out of Draco's room after I made sure the coast was clear and sighed before I made my way back to my own room. I have -no- idea what made me say what I did. I mean, he was supposed to be my greatest enemy (other than Voldemort of course). After what he said in fifth year and all. He seemed incredibly pissed off at the fact that Harry had gotten his father placed in Azkaban for a few months, but he couldn't still love--no, respect his father after what he did, could he? And why am I trying to be his friend? Why?
I shoved this thought into the back of my mind and quickly went back to my room. It looked a lot like Draco's, except mine was decorated in colors of gold and red. There was a great mural of a unicorn on the wall on my right. It even moved, prancing around the painted forest and throwing its head back so it shimmered silver. When I turned the light off it even glowed. I didn't want to think about Draco any more, so I took out the book I had gotten back from Draco and lay down on my bed to read it. But, alas, I couldn't get the thought of the blood trailing down his face out of his mind. I threw the book across the room and buried my head in the golden sheets. Amazing….I can allow my mind to be cleared of everything when I do my homework but I can't get the boy out of my head. A knock at the door thankfully cut my thoughts short.
"Come in," I said, looking up. The door opened and Harry stepped in.
"This is weird…" He said, looking around.
"What?" I asked.
"Sharing a Common Room with Slytherins."
I laughed and sat up.
"In other words you're really lonely 'cause you don't have Ron to talk to,"
"Like you're not?"
I sniffed and trailed a finger down my cheek.
"Tear…." I said.
He smiled and sat down next to me.
"So who're the other Heads?" I asked, "I didn't get to see them all."
"Draco and Pansy from Slytherin, Ernie and Hannah from Hufflepuff, and Marie and Terry from Ravenclaw," He counted off on his fingers.
"How did that stupid pug-faced idiot Pansy get to be Head Girl?" I asked scathingly.
"No clue," Harry laughed.
I smiled as well.
"I need to go unpack," Harry said, turning to the door, "See you Hermione."
"Bye," I said as he left. I wish he hadn't. Without something to distract me my thoughts turned to Draco again. Ugh, sometimes I really hate having a huge mind.
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A/N: Chapter 2. Hope you like. Push the button and tell me what you think. Or not. Your choice.