A/N: Okay, apparently the last chapter sucked so I'll try to make this one better. I'm doing a heck of a lot better than my old story though…Chapter 4. Enjoy.
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Disclaimer: blah blah blah no don't own it
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Emerald Flame
Chapter 4
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****Hermione's POV****
I sat in a daze in History of Magic. Imagine me, Hermione Granger, nearly asleep in a class. But I already knew everything about the Goblin Rebellion of 1294 and I didn't need to learn anything more about it. I crossed my arms and leaned back in my seat, letting my head droop down. A piece of my hair fell down into my face and I tried to blow it away, but it fell back into place. I blew it away again, only for it to fall back again. I kept repeating this process until someone threw a hair tie onto my desk. I turned towards the direction the hair tie had been thrown from and saw Eliza Hawkings, a Ravenclaw in my year. Without her hair tie her long white blonde hair spilled over her shoulders and onto her desk. She was part veela so many boys turned their heads and started staring at her, including Harry (then again, he was already staring at her). She tucked her hair behind her ears and rested her head back on her folded arms. I nodded at her and she nodded back, the only way we could thank each other without getting in trouble. I put my hair up and waited in a bored daze for the end of class to come. After this I had Professor McGonagall's N.E.W.T. class and after that classes were over. I still hadn't decided what I was going to do after Hogwarts although McGonagall had recommended either an Auror or a spell book writer. The bell finally rang and I gathered up my things and started out the door. Eliza caught up with me as I was walking out the door and started to talk to me while we walked to Transfiguration.
"Are you going to try to become an Animigus?" She asked me, "You know you'd be able to do it with your brains."
"Well, maybe…" I answered truthfully, "But you know you could be an Animigus as well if you wanted to. You're brilliant in Transfiguration."
"I already am."
I gasped and smiled at her.
"What can you turn into?"
"A white tiger."
"Really?"
"Yeah, the only other one who knows is McGonagall, she's probably going to make me show the class."
"Amazing…"
"Hey Eliza!"
Eliza turned and waited as Harry caught up with her and I kept walking to class. They clearly liked each other, but of course Harry wouldn't ask her out. He was scared she'd say no or something.
I walked into class and took my usual seat in the front. The rest of the class came in and we had to wait a while for McGonagall to come in. She still walked with a limp from fifth year and had to use a cane to get around. As soon as she came in and shut the doors the class got quiet and looked at her, waiting for her to announce the lesson for today.
"As you know," She said, walking towards the front of the class, "We have been studying Animagi and very few of you have even attempted to become them," She glared at an empty seat where a Slytherin who had tried to turn into a snake and failed miserably used to sit. He was now in the Hospital Wing taking an enormous amount of potions.
"Now, among everyone here who has tried to become Animagi, only two of you have managed to do it without being permanently physically disfigured. Would those two please stand up and come to the front now."
Eliza of course stood and walked up and I turned to see who the other Animagi was. Surprisingly, Draco rose and walked to the front.
"Now," McGonagall said when they reached the front, "Would you two please transform and show the others what animals you can turn into."
Draco and Eliza nodded. Draco whispered something to Eliza and she nodded and took a couple of steps back. Draco stood still and closed his eyes. A second later he glowed a brilliant white and eventually the light grew into a fifteen foot long glow and then the light faded. Most of the students gasped and moved back in their seats. Draco had transformed into a Peruvian Vipertooth. I looked for markings that announced this particular dragon as Draco and found them after a minute of searching. The Vipertooth had deep grooves around its snout, presumably scars, as well as cold gray eyes.
"That's enough Mr. Malfoy," McGonagall called. The dragon roared once, making the room tremble, then glowed white again, turning back into Draco a second later. He smirked at the look of admiration on the faces of most of the students around him and calmly walked to his seat. Eliza walked forward and took his place. She smiled at him and then turned into a white Siberian tiger. The tiger had brilliant green eyes like Eliza but other than that you couldn't tell it apart from any other tiger. Eliza stood up on her hind legs and roared before it leaped up and landed on her desk. A few teens around her gasped and jumped back. But the tiger jumped back down into her seat and the glowed white and Eliza was back, slumped down slightly in her seat with her feet propped up on the desk. McGonagall started to clap and soon the rest of the class started up as well. Eliza smirked slightly and leaned back in her seat but Draco just closed his eyes and set his head down on his desk. McGonagall then started to start us up on a new topic: Turning rocks into living things. Why do the teachers always insist on teaching things I already know? Oh well. I guess that's what I get for being smart.
****Draco's POV****
I kept my head down the rest of the class. I already knew how to turn rocks in living things. I'd read the whole Transfiguration spell book at least twice. Lucius forced me. He wouldn't stand to have a son who wasn't the best at everything. He beat me every time I wasn't the best. If he learned I'd lost a Quidditch match, he'd smack me around with the staff the next time he was close enough to do it.
The bell finally rang and I got up to go back to the Common Room. I still needed to finish a Potions essay, write a report on the Vampire War of 1207, and practice Disappearing Charms, so I would have to skip dinner again. I really shouldn't, but I had to get my work done. I walked out with the huge group, but broke off from them when they headed towards the Great Hall and I headed towards the Common Room. I went straight to my room and pulled out my History of Magic book and a foot of parchment. I had been working for about an hour when there was a knock on my door.
"What?" I yelled through the door, not looking up. I already knew who it was. And sure enough, Hermione walked through the door with food wrapped in a napkin.
"So you're like, what, my mother now?" I asked her as she closed the door. She rolled her eyes and passed the napkin to me. I opened it and pulled out yet another apple and chicken leg. I automatically threw the chicken leg away but I kept the apple.
"Are you a vegetarian or something?" Hermione asked, looking at the tossed chicken leg.
"Not really," I said, rolling the apple around in my hands, "But I just don't like the taste of chicken."
Hermione gave a fake gasp and glared at me.
"Chicken hater," she whispered evilly.
I laughed slightly and she flashed me a smile.
"So what are you working on?" She asked, looking at the report that lay drying on my bed.
"My Potions essay now," I said, nodding at the papers on my nightstand, "The crap on my bed is my History of Magic report."
"You're not done with it yet?" She asked me, "It's was assigned the day after school started."
"Yeah, well I've been busy," I said sharply. The truth was I hadn't been. I'd just been sitting there doing nothing since school started.
"Doing what?" She asked, placing a hand on her hip.
"Reading."
"Reading what?"
"Well that's not your business now is it?"
"Fine, I won't pry."
"Good, you shouldn't."
She raised an eyebrow.
"Okay, I have to go, goodbye."
She left quickly, leaving me and my apple all alone. I started to work on my report again. I probably wouldn't finish it before midnight. Oh well. I'll just practice Disappearing Charms tomorrow morning. Who knows. Maybe I can make myself disappear.
****Hermione's POV****
I got back into my room and flipped backwards onto my bed. I closed my eyes and kicked of my shoes. I wasn't sleepy at all, but I didn't have anything to do at the moment. A knock on the door forced me out of my daze.
"What?" I yelled, then smiled to myself at how much I sounded like Draco at the moment.
Harry came in and sat down on the edge of my bed, a sheepish grin on his face.
"What'd you do now?" I asked him, sitting up and crossing my legs.
"I asked Eliza to go to Hogsmede with me this Saturday," He answered, the grin never leaving his face.
"It's about time you idiot," I laughed, "You've liked her for how long now?"
"Two years," He muttered.
"Excuse me?" I leaned closer and cupped a hand behind my ear.
"Two years," He said louder.
I smiled at him.
"Has Ron got a girlfriend now?" I asked him, the smile disappearing off my face.
"No," Harry answered, his smile fading as well, "He hasn't had a girlfriend since…You know."
I nodded. At the end of sixth year I had dated Ron for a month, but I had dumped him over the summer holidays. Since then the two of us hadn't really talked between ourselves, but we tried to keep up appearances when we were in public so people wouldn't talk.
"So where should I take her?" He asked, changing the topic.
"Just go to the Three Broomsticks," I answered, "Unless you want to take her to a coffee shop?"
"Ugh, no," He grimaced, apparently remembering the whole Cho incident.
"She really does like you though, so I don't think she'll care," I told him. He smiled at me and I smiled back.
"Well I have to go," He said, getting up and walking to my door, "Thanks Hermione."
He left and I laid back down. I really needed to get a hobby to take up all this free time…Oh well.
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A/N: Okay, there it is. Press the button and tell me what you think. PLEASE!!!
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Disclaimer: blah blah blah no don't own it
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Emerald Flame
Chapter 4
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****Hermione's POV****
I sat in a daze in History of Magic. Imagine me, Hermione Granger, nearly asleep in a class. But I already knew everything about the Goblin Rebellion of 1294 and I didn't need to learn anything more about it. I crossed my arms and leaned back in my seat, letting my head droop down. A piece of my hair fell down into my face and I tried to blow it away, but it fell back into place. I blew it away again, only for it to fall back again. I kept repeating this process until someone threw a hair tie onto my desk. I turned towards the direction the hair tie had been thrown from and saw Eliza Hawkings, a Ravenclaw in my year. Without her hair tie her long white blonde hair spilled over her shoulders and onto her desk. She was part veela so many boys turned their heads and started staring at her, including Harry (then again, he was already staring at her). She tucked her hair behind her ears and rested her head back on her folded arms. I nodded at her and she nodded back, the only way we could thank each other without getting in trouble. I put my hair up and waited in a bored daze for the end of class to come. After this I had Professor McGonagall's N.E.W.T. class and after that classes were over. I still hadn't decided what I was going to do after Hogwarts although McGonagall had recommended either an Auror or a spell book writer. The bell finally rang and I gathered up my things and started out the door. Eliza caught up with me as I was walking out the door and started to talk to me while we walked to Transfiguration.
"Are you going to try to become an Animigus?" She asked me, "You know you'd be able to do it with your brains."
"Well, maybe…" I answered truthfully, "But you know you could be an Animigus as well if you wanted to. You're brilliant in Transfiguration."
"I already am."
I gasped and smiled at her.
"What can you turn into?"
"A white tiger."
"Really?"
"Yeah, the only other one who knows is McGonagall, she's probably going to make me show the class."
"Amazing…"
"Hey Eliza!"
Eliza turned and waited as Harry caught up with her and I kept walking to class. They clearly liked each other, but of course Harry wouldn't ask her out. He was scared she'd say no or something.
I walked into class and took my usual seat in the front. The rest of the class came in and we had to wait a while for McGonagall to come in. She still walked with a limp from fifth year and had to use a cane to get around. As soon as she came in and shut the doors the class got quiet and looked at her, waiting for her to announce the lesson for today.
"As you know," She said, walking towards the front of the class, "We have been studying Animagi and very few of you have even attempted to become them," She glared at an empty seat where a Slytherin who had tried to turn into a snake and failed miserably used to sit. He was now in the Hospital Wing taking an enormous amount of potions.
"Now, among everyone here who has tried to become Animagi, only two of you have managed to do it without being permanently physically disfigured. Would those two please stand up and come to the front now."
Eliza of course stood and walked up and I turned to see who the other Animagi was. Surprisingly, Draco rose and walked to the front.
"Now," McGonagall said when they reached the front, "Would you two please transform and show the others what animals you can turn into."
Draco and Eliza nodded. Draco whispered something to Eliza and she nodded and took a couple of steps back. Draco stood still and closed his eyes. A second later he glowed a brilliant white and eventually the light grew into a fifteen foot long glow and then the light faded. Most of the students gasped and moved back in their seats. Draco had transformed into a Peruvian Vipertooth. I looked for markings that announced this particular dragon as Draco and found them after a minute of searching. The Vipertooth had deep grooves around its snout, presumably scars, as well as cold gray eyes.
"That's enough Mr. Malfoy," McGonagall called. The dragon roared once, making the room tremble, then glowed white again, turning back into Draco a second later. He smirked at the look of admiration on the faces of most of the students around him and calmly walked to his seat. Eliza walked forward and took his place. She smiled at him and then turned into a white Siberian tiger. The tiger had brilliant green eyes like Eliza but other than that you couldn't tell it apart from any other tiger. Eliza stood up on her hind legs and roared before it leaped up and landed on her desk. A few teens around her gasped and jumped back. But the tiger jumped back down into her seat and the glowed white and Eliza was back, slumped down slightly in her seat with her feet propped up on the desk. McGonagall started to clap and soon the rest of the class started up as well. Eliza smirked slightly and leaned back in her seat but Draco just closed his eyes and set his head down on his desk. McGonagall then started to start us up on a new topic: Turning rocks into living things. Why do the teachers always insist on teaching things I already know? Oh well. I guess that's what I get for being smart.
****Draco's POV****
I kept my head down the rest of the class. I already knew how to turn rocks in living things. I'd read the whole Transfiguration spell book at least twice. Lucius forced me. He wouldn't stand to have a son who wasn't the best at everything. He beat me every time I wasn't the best. If he learned I'd lost a Quidditch match, he'd smack me around with the staff the next time he was close enough to do it.
The bell finally rang and I got up to go back to the Common Room. I still needed to finish a Potions essay, write a report on the Vampire War of 1207, and practice Disappearing Charms, so I would have to skip dinner again. I really shouldn't, but I had to get my work done. I walked out with the huge group, but broke off from them when they headed towards the Great Hall and I headed towards the Common Room. I went straight to my room and pulled out my History of Magic book and a foot of parchment. I had been working for about an hour when there was a knock on my door.
"What?" I yelled through the door, not looking up. I already knew who it was. And sure enough, Hermione walked through the door with food wrapped in a napkin.
"So you're like, what, my mother now?" I asked her as she closed the door. She rolled her eyes and passed the napkin to me. I opened it and pulled out yet another apple and chicken leg. I automatically threw the chicken leg away but I kept the apple.
"Are you a vegetarian or something?" Hermione asked, looking at the tossed chicken leg.
"Not really," I said, rolling the apple around in my hands, "But I just don't like the taste of chicken."
Hermione gave a fake gasp and glared at me.
"Chicken hater," she whispered evilly.
I laughed slightly and she flashed me a smile.
"So what are you working on?" She asked, looking at the report that lay drying on my bed.
"My Potions essay now," I said, nodding at the papers on my nightstand, "The crap on my bed is my History of Magic report."
"You're not done with it yet?" She asked me, "It's was assigned the day after school started."
"Yeah, well I've been busy," I said sharply. The truth was I hadn't been. I'd just been sitting there doing nothing since school started.
"Doing what?" She asked, placing a hand on her hip.
"Reading."
"Reading what?"
"Well that's not your business now is it?"
"Fine, I won't pry."
"Good, you shouldn't."
She raised an eyebrow.
"Okay, I have to go, goodbye."
She left quickly, leaving me and my apple all alone. I started to work on my report again. I probably wouldn't finish it before midnight. Oh well. I'll just practice Disappearing Charms tomorrow morning. Who knows. Maybe I can make myself disappear.
****Hermione's POV****
I got back into my room and flipped backwards onto my bed. I closed my eyes and kicked of my shoes. I wasn't sleepy at all, but I didn't have anything to do at the moment. A knock on the door forced me out of my daze.
"What?" I yelled, then smiled to myself at how much I sounded like Draco at the moment.
Harry came in and sat down on the edge of my bed, a sheepish grin on his face.
"What'd you do now?" I asked him, sitting up and crossing my legs.
"I asked Eliza to go to Hogsmede with me this Saturday," He answered, the grin never leaving his face.
"It's about time you idiot," I laughed, "You've liked her for how long now?"
"Two years," He muttered.
"Excuse me?" I leaned closer and cupped a hand behind my ear.
"Two years," He said louder.
I smiled at him.
"Has Ron got a girlfriend now?" I asked him, the smile disappearing off my face.
"No," Harry answered, his smile fading as well, "He hasn't had a girlfriend since…You know."
I nodded. At the end of sixth year I had dated Ron for a month, but I had dumped him over the summer holidays. Since then the two of us hadn't really talked between ourselves, but we tried to keep up appearances when we were in public so people wouldn't talk.
"So where should I take her?" He asked, changing the topic.
"Just go to the Three Broomsticks," I answered, "Unless you want to take her to a coffee shop?"
"Ugh, no," He grimaced, apparently remembering the whole Cho incident.
"She really does like you though, so I don't think she'll care," I told him. He smiled at me and I smiled back.
"Well I have to go," He said, getting up and walking to my door, "Thanks Hermione."
He left and I laid back down. I really needed to get a hobby to take up all this free time…Oh well.
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A/N: Okay, there it is. Press the button and tell me what you think. PLEASE!!!