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my day just as I hope a new chapter brightens yours.
While this is a bit shorter it is what some have asked for.a brief look at what's happening in the Wizarding World.while it is brief.more will be looked into at a later date.
Now I have read the 5th book.took me just the day it came out.so be warned
.SPOILERS FOR ORDER OF THE PHOENIX AHEAD.
Although I doubt there isn't anyone who hasn't read it.
As always I disclaim.and the big formal one is in the Prologue.
Part Four
"Mmm." Hermione moaned, her eyes beginning to flutter open softly.
"Hey." She heard a familiar voice say, causing her eyes to shoot straight open.
"Harry!" She yelled looking around her, she was back on the sofa, lying down once more, but this time Harry was sitting next to her. And it was at this time that she realized just exactly why they were in this position.
But before she could open her mouth, Harry began to speak once more.
"I guess Malfoy was right." Harry said, sadly smiling down at her.
*I'll kill him!* She seethed, all the while trying to maintain a composed look on her face. *I'll rip off the little ferret's head, spit down his neck, then shove his head where it truly belong, up his arse!*
"I didn't really believe him. That he perhaps had really done something to you." He continued, trying to decipher the look on her face. "But why else would you have missed Double Potions."
"I missed Potions!" She screeched, jumping up from the sofa and glancing at the large Grandfather Clock that was seated on one of the walls in the common room. In fact she should be in Advanced Transfigurations as they spoke.
"Yes, that's why I figured Malfoy's story was true. You never miss any class. And you fainting in my arms only confirmed it. Perhaps I should take you to Madame Pomfrey." He said, once more showing his concern.
"And what is it exactly that Malfoy said?" She asked through gritted teeth. *I'll kill him. I am going to kill him.*
"Well you know, right? He asked raising an eyebrow.
"But Malfoy is known for twisting the truth isn't he Harry?" Said her ever-persistent voice of reason.
"Right, well I was worried about you when you didn't show up last night at The Three Broomsticks." He paused watching her normally bright eyes suddenly flash a look of fear. But it was gone almost as soon as it occurred causing Harry to wonder if it had really happened.
He'd never seen that look on Hermione's face before. He had not seen it during their fourth year when she had been trapped underwater during one of the tasks for the Goblet of Fire. Neither had he seen it during their fifth year when they faced Umbridge, Grawp, and the Centaurs, nor when they fought Voldemort and his Death Eaters.
Brushing it off for now, he continued, "And when you didn't come to class this morning, well you worried me even more Hermione." He said becoming emotional.
After the loss of his Godfather, Sirius Black, Harry had begun to become even more introverted, blaming himself and pushing his friends further and further away. But it was Hermione who had literally slapped some sense into him during their sixth year.
At the end of the year Harry had tried to take on Voldemort by himself. Hopping that he could make Trelawneyy's prophecy pan out in his favour. Not willing to risk anyone else that was close to him, he had only managed, thankfully, to land himself in St. Mungo's for three weeks, while Voldemort and his followers remained free and well hidden, biding their time.
And once he had been released Hermione had promptly slapped him across the face and told him to get over himself. That they had all lost Sirius, and getting himself killed wasn't going to make things any better.
And it was in that moment, when she smiled sweetly, tears rolling down her cheeks, that Harry Potter fell in love with his best friend Hermione Granger.
He had changed his attitude from that moment, but he still remained very afraid that one of his friends would be harmed because of him. Which helped lead to his trouble with Occlumency, the fact that he could not control his emotions.
And that is why at this moment it was now Hermione reassuring Harry by holding tightly onto his hand.
Sighing he continued. "And then Malfoy came in late. Snape only took away three points then added ten after his explanation." He said bitterly.
"Prejudice." Hermione said smiling at Harry, meanwhile still planning Draco Malfoy's demise.
"He said he was late because he was helping you. He said that you had gotten sick all over the bathroom- -"
*Oh thank god!* Hermione thought, blocking Harry out as he continued his story. *I don't care what he said to embarrass me in front of Snape and the rest, as long as he didn't tell. And he didn't. Who knew a Malfoy could keep his word?*
"Hermione?" Harry asked again finally gaining her attention.
"What?" She asked blushing guiltily.
"I asked why you're dressed like that though." He said trying to hide his disgust at the fact that it looked like Hermione was wearing Malfoy's clothes.
"Well," She began, feeling horrible that she was adding to the network of lies Malfoy had already started. "I suppose that I had gotten sick on myself as well, and since Malfoy couldn't go into my room, he was nice for the first time in his life and got me a change of clothes from his room and left me to change. I suppose I had already made him late, so I changed and went back to sleep. I didn't realize what time it was."
*God is going to strike me dead.* She thought as Harry not only bit into the story, but swallowed it whole.
"Do you want me to take you to Madame Pomfrey?" He asked once more.
"No!" She yelled as Harry was taken back.
"But you went pale and passed out right in front of me. You must be really sick Hermione. I should have taken you the moment it happened."
*That's because I thought Malfoy had told you and I didn't know what to do. So just drop it already.* "I think I'll just stay in for the day and see how I feel later."
"Do you want me to stay with you?" He asked, hoping she would say yes. He didn't want to leave her alone if she felt bad. He didn't care how sick she was, he just wanted to make sure she was all right. To care for her as she did for him so many times.
"No thanks Harry. But could you get my notes for me?"
"Sure, no problem. McGonagall won't have a problem, so she'll probably excuse my lateness too. I'll just leave the Potions notes with you and check on you later."
"Thanks Harry." She said sincerely, jumping up as he began to walk to the portrait hole. "Oh and could you not tell Ron, it's all kind of embarrassing."
"Sure thing Hermione." He said as the door swung in. "I'd probably want as few people to know too if I had explosive diarrhea." Smiling once more, he stepped through the door as it slammed shut behind him.
"I'll kill him!"
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"Prat!" Hermione screamed as she saw the familiar blonde head step through the portrait hole, a flying glass accompanied her outburst, smashing inches away from Draco Malfoy's head, as it hit the closed door behind him.
"What is it with you and breaking glass objects Granger." He said pointing a wand at the shards and reformed the glass. "You have some major issues."
"Issues? I have major issues? Well of course I do, weren't you there last night?" She asked exasperated with her hands on her hips, which were now covered in her school uniform, Draco's clothes long gone after yet another scolding hot shower.
"Yes, and didn't you gather that I don't care anymore?" He asked crossing over and tossing his books onto the sofa which had been made up, blankets once more folded over the back.
"So, you're just going to go on and pretend it never happened?" She asked, not understanding the audacity of this boy.
"I could never forget Hermione." He said in a low voice, his understanding being that if he said something low enough then it really didn't count.
"Then why would you say the things you said in Potions. I thought you understood. Why would you embarrass me like that?" She asked trying not to cry. For some reason she could no longer control her emotions. She had tried and succeeded with Harry. But with Malfoy, it was different. He had seen and helped her at her worst. She thought perhaps that had bonded them to a point where he wouldn't be SO malicious.
"I see you've talked to Potter." He said grinning. "But understand this Granger. Yes, I fell badly for you, but that doesn't mean I respect you. I'm not going to change how I act to you or your fellow Gryffindors. I'm a Slytherin for Christ's sake. These colours will never change. "But don't worry I didn't tell everyone else in my other classes. But I'm sure Pansy will have spread it by now."
"You," she began raising her hand to point at him. "Are disgusting and cruel."
"Better than the real story though."
"I guess." She conceded, not wishing to argue further.
But Draco Malfoy was never one to take a hint. "Besides I was up all night and I looked like, well I could never really look bad, but let's just say, not up to par, plus I overslept because of you and that made me late for Potions. I had to make myself look good. And pay you back of course."
Ignoring his attempt at getting her started she asked, "Why didn't you just wake me up when you left?"
"Because I thought you had a rough night and needed to rest. Build up your strength. It's no fun fighting with you when YOU are below par. It's not worth the effort." He said brushing off his act of kindness. "And I got you notes from both Potions and Transfigurations so you can keep up. God forbid you not get the highest marks."
"Thanks." She said gratefully. While Harry was the greatest friend she ever had, when it came to schoolwork he was definitely not on her or Malfoy's level, so she was thankful to have Malfoy's notes to look. He was Head Boy after all. He may have paid his way onto the Quidditch team, but money didn't get him where he was today academically.
"Well next time you oversleep don't expect me to be so kind." He said trying not to allow the warm feeling from her graciousness to overtake him.
"Yes, because telling Snape I had explosive diarrhea was extremely kind." Hermione said, once more remembering why she wanted to kill him.
"No, but it was funny."
"Again I go back to my original statement. You are a prat."
*Yeah the prat that sat up with you most of the night.* He thought but instead decided to change the subject.
"Well are you coming to dinner?" He said walking back over to the door.
"I guess my bug was only a twelve hour or something." She smiled and walked over to the door. While she was still upset over what Malfoy had done, and despite the fact that she didn't feel like eating without regurgitating it, she knew that she had to at least attempt to.
"Good." He said as he stepped through the door. "But don't think I'm walking with you." He slammed the door right as Hermione walked up to it, barely missing her nose.
Seething, once more Hermione went back to her original statement. "Prat."
While this is a bit shorter it is what some have asked for.a brief look at what's happening in the Wizarding World.while it is brief.more will be looked into at a later date.
Now I have read the 5th book.took me just the day it came out.so be warned
.SPOILERS FOR ORDER OF THE PHOENIX AHEAD.
Although I doubt there isn't anyone who hasn't read it.
As always I disclaim.and the big formal one is in the Prologue.
Part Four
"Mmm." Hermione moaned, her eyes beginning to flutter open softly.
"Hey." She heard a familiar voice say, causing her eyes to shoot straight open.
"Harry!" She yelled looking around her, she was back on the sofa, lying down once more, but this time Harry was sitting next to her. And it was at this time that she realized just exactly why they were in this position.
But before she could open her mouth, Harry began to speak once more.
"I guess Malfoy was right." Harry said, sadly smiling down at her.
*I'll kill him!* She seethed, all the while trying to maintain a composed look on her face. *I'll rip off the little ferret's head, spit down his neck, then shove his head where it truly belong, up his arse!*
"I didn't really believe him. That he perhaps had really done something to you." He continued, trying to decipher the look on her face. "But why else would you have missed Double Potions."
"I missed Potions!" She screeched, jumping up from the sofa and glancing at the large Grandfather Clock that was seated on one of the walls in the common room. In fact she should be in Advanced Transfigurations as they spoke.
"Yes, that's why I figured Malfoy's story was true. You never miss any class. And you fainting in my arms only confirmed it. Perhaps I should take you to Madame Pomfrey." He said, once more showing his concern.
"And what is it exactly that Malfoy said?" She asked through gritted teeth. *I'll kill him. I am going to kill him.*
"Well you know, right? He asked raising an eyebrow.
"But Malfoy is known for twisting the truth isn't he Harry?" Said her ever-persistent voice of reason.
"Right, well I was worried about you when you didn't show up last night at The Three Broomsticks." He paused watching her normally bright eyes suddenly flash a look of fear. But it was gone almost as soon as it occurred causing Harry to wonder if it had really happened.
He'd never seen that look on Hermione's face before. He had not seen it during their fourth year when she had been trapped underwater during one of the tasks for the Goblet of Fire. Neither had he seen it during their fifth year when they faced Umbridge, Grawp, and the Centaurs, nor when they fought Voldemort and his Death Eaters.
Brushing it off for now, he continued, "And when you didn't come to class this morning, well you worried me even more Hermione." He said becoming emotional.
After the loss of his Godfather, Sirius Black, Harry had begun to become even more introverted, blaming himself and pushing his friends further and further away. But it was Hermione who had literally slapped some sense into him during their sixth year.
At the end of the year Harry had tried to take on Voldemort by himself. Hopping that he could make Trelawneyy's prophecy pan out in his favour. Not willing to risk anyone else that was close to him, he had only managed, thankfully, to land himself in St. Mungo's for three weeks, while Voldemort and his followers remained free and well hidden, biding their time.
And once he had been released Hermione had promptly slapped him across the face and told him to get over himself. That they had all lost Sirius, and getting himself killed wasn't going to make things any better.
And it was in that moment, when she smiled sweetly, tears rolling down her cheeks, that Harry Potter fell in love with his best friend Hermione Granger.
He had changed his attitude from that moment, but he still remained very afraid that one of his friends would be harmed because of him. Which helped lead to his trouble with Occlumency, the fact that he could not control his emotions.
And that is why at this moment it was now Hermione reassuring Harry by holding tightly onto his hand.
Sighing he continued. "And then Malfoy came in late. Snape only took away three points then added ten after his explanation." He said bitterly.
"Prejudice." Hermione said smiling at Harry, meanwhile still planning Draco Malfoy's demise.
"He said he was late because he was helping you. He said that you had gotten sick all over the bathroom- -"
*Oh thank god!* Hermione thought, blocking Harry out as he continued his story. *I don't care what he said to embarrass me in front of Snape and the rest, as long as he didn't tell. And he didn't. Who knew a Malfoy could keep his word?*
"Hermione?" Harry asked again finally gaining her attention.
"What?" She asked blushing guiltily.
"I asked why you're dressed like that though." He said trying to hide his disgust at the fact that it looked like Hermione was wearing Malfoy's clothes.
"Well," She began, feeling horrible that she was adding to the network of lies Malfoy had already started. "I suppose that I had gotten sick on myself as well, and since Malfoy couldn't go into my room, he was nice for the first time in his life and got me a change of clothes from his room and left me to change. I suppose I had already made him late, so I changed and went back to sleep. I didn't realize what time it was."
*God is going to strike me dead.* She thought as Harry not only bit into the story, but swallowed it whole.
"Do you want me to take you to Madame Pomfrey?" He asked once more.
"No!" She yelled as Harry was taken back.
"But you went pale and passed out right in front of me. You must be really sick Hermione. I should have taken you the moment it happened."
*That's because I thought Malfoy had told you and I didn't know what to do. So just drop it already.* "I think I'll just stay in for the day and see how I feel later."
"Do you want me to stay with you?" He asked, hoping she would say yes. He didn't want to leave her alone if she felt bad. He didn't care how sick she was, he just wanted to make sure she was all right. To care for her as she did for him so many times.
"No thanks Harry. But could you get my notes for me?"
"Sure, no problem. McGonagall won't have a problem, so she'll probably excuse my lateness too. I'll just leave the Potions notes with you and check on you later."
"Thanks Harry." She said sincerely, jumping up as he began to walk to the portrait hole. "Oh and could you not tell Ron, it's all kind of embarrassing."
"Sure thing Hermione." He said as the door swung in. "I'd probably want as few people to know too if I had explosive diarrhea." Smiling once more, he stepped through the door as it slammed shut behind him.
"I'll kill him!"
* * * * * *
* * * *
"Prat!" Hermione screamed as she saw the familiar blonde head step through the portrait hole, a flying glass accompanied her outburst, smashing inches away from Draco Malfoy's head, as it hit the closed door behind him.
"What is it with you and breaking glass objects Granger." He said pointing a wand at the shards and reformed the glass. "You have some major issues."
"Issues? I have major issues? Well of course I do, weren't you there last night?" She asked exasperated with her hands on her hips, which were now covered in her school uniform, Draco's clothes long gone after yet another scolding hot shower.
"Yes, and didn't you gather that I don't care anymore?" He asked crossing over and tossing his books onto the sofa which had been made up, blankets once more folded over the back.
"So, you're just going to go on and pretend it never happened?" She asked, not understanding the audacity of this boy.
"I could never forget Hermione." He said in a low voice, his understanding being that if he said something low enough then it really didn't count.
"Then why would you say the things you said in Potions. I thought you understood. Why would you embarrass me like that?" She asked trying not to cry. For some reason she could no longer control her emotions. She had tried and succeeded with Harry. But with Malfoy, it was different. He had seen and helped her at her worst. She thought perhaps that had bonded them to a point where he wouldn't be SO malicious.
"I see you've talked to Potter." He said grinning. "But understand this Granger. Yes, I fell badly for you, but that doesn't mean I respect you. I'm not going to change how I act to you or your fellow Gryffindors. I'm a Slytherin for Christ's sake. These colours will never change. "But don't worry I didn't tell everyone else in my other classes. But I'm sure Pansy will have spread it by now."
"You," she began raising her hand to point at him. "Are disgusting and cruel."
"Better than the real story though."
"I guess." She conceded, not wishing to argue further.
But Draco Malfoy was never one to take a hint. "Besides I was up all night and I looked like, well I could never really look bad, but let's just say, not up to par, plus I overslept because of you and that made me late for Potions. I had to make myself look good. And pay you back of course."
Ignoring his attempt at getting her started she asked, "Why didn't you just wake me up when you left?"
"Because I thought you had a rough night and needed to rest. Build up your strength. It's no fun fighting with you when YOU are below par. It's not worth the effort." He said brushing off his act of kindness. "And I got you notes from both Potions and Transfigurations so you can keep up. God forbid you not get the highest marks."
"Thanks." She said gratefully. While Harry was the greatest friend she ever had, when it came to schoolwork he was definitely not on her or Malfoy's level, so she was thankful to have Malfoy's notes to look. He was Head Boy after all. He may have paid his way onto the Quidditch team, but money didn't get him where he was today academically.
"Well next time you oversleep don't expect me to be so kind." He said trying not to allow the warm feeling from her graciousness to overtake him.
"Yes, because telling Snape I had explosive diarrhea was extremely kind." Hermione said, once more remembering why she wanted to kill him.
"No, but it was funny."
"Again I go back to my original statement. You are a prat."
*Yeah the prat that sat up with you most of the night.* He thought but instead decided to change the subject.
"Well are you coming to dinner?" He said walking back over to the door.
"I guess my bug was only a twelve hour or something." She smiled and walked over to the door. While she was still upset over what Malfoy had done, and despite the fact that she didn't feel like eating without regurgitating it, she knew that she had to at least attempt to.
"Good." He said as he stepped through the door. "But don't think I'm walking with you." He slammed the door right as Hermione walked up to it, barely missing her nose.
Seething, once more Hermione went back to her original statement. "Prat."