Chapter Five
The next morning, Dumbledore called Hermione and Draco to his office. They dressed in muggle clothes; Draco in black slacks and a silver dress shirt, and Hermione in tan capris with strapy sandals and a red hoodie with a picture of a Griffiness on the front and the words "treat her well, treat her good, or she'll devour you" on the back. Under it was a black tank that she would wear when she had lunch Fred. He had been courting her for weeks now, and she wanted to look good for him, even though she really wasn't interested in him. Draco saw pink eye shadow and red lips, and wondered whom she was dressing up for. He shook his, trying to forget her and last night. It meant nothing, Aleva couldn't mean for him to protect the mudblood.
She caught him staring as they left to go to Dumbledore's office. "What do you want?" She hissed, not in a good mood at all.
"Weasel isn't that important."
"It's not for Ron, if you must know. I have an other friend I plan on eating with this afternoon."
"Who?"
Hermione stepped up to him. "Someone that doesn't concern the great Malfoy." She whispered into his ear, and he shivered with her breath on his neck. She smiled and walked on, while he cursed himself for reacting to a mudblood.
When they got into Dumbledore's office, he was sitting at his desk talking with Malfoy's father. They had been arguing, from Lucius's red face. "How dare my son have to room with a mud..."
"Please, watch your language." Dumbledore's control made Hermione jealous. He could deal with the rudest of people and still be calm and quiet. "Miss Granger, young Mr. Malfoy, please, come closer. I have a list from the perfects of things that need to be picked up in Hogmeade today. I am giving you enough for them, and then lunch for the two of you."
"You don't have to worry on my Professor, I have lunch plans with a friend." Hermione said taking the list while Malfoy grabbed the money.
"I always would like to say that I found costumes for you two, if you so desire to use them."
Hermione smiled. "What are they?"
"Over there." Dumbledore pointed, and Hermione exclaimed. "A Ezilwis!"
Draco looked at the one she was supposed to wear. The thing that caught his attention was the enormous wings that came with it. But the outfit was gorgeous. A white linen skirt that looked to be figure hugging, and a halter top that draped like white cascades in front. All of the cloth shimmered in the light, and on a closer look, Draco saw tiny rinestones placed into the weaving. It held a Silver circlet to where, with a Ruby set into an onyx stone. It was by far the best quality of clothing any where in the wizarding world. "A what?"
"A cloud daughter. They look like normal humans, but they have great wings that come from their back. They hide them with shrinking spell, and they are rarely seen because they chose the muggle world to live in. They are healers in third world countries mostly, because their magic is not feared like a wizard's would be. There is also the Ezeljast, cloud sons." She looked to Dumbledore, who was smiling. "This is too much professor. I can not accept it."
"Yes you can, Hermione. I have found you to be the best student I could ever hope for, and I wish you to show your light at the ball."
Draco looked at his... his was a suit of armor, but it held the same wings that Hermione's had. "Why the same type of people, Professor?"
"You are the Heads, you should present a united front." Lucius scoffed. And Dumbledore glared. "I will have the house elves send them to your rooms. Go to town and relax, and make sure you gather all you need. Good day." He waved them on, and when Hermione would not move, Draco Grabbed her arm and pulled her out the door. "Now, Mr. Malfoy, you were saying."
"Let go, ferret." Hermione said, yanking her arm away. She looked through the list. Streamers, a ton of candles, and other things. But it was going to be expensive. "No wonder Dumbledore wanted us to buy this. It's going to be hell to get home with."
"We'll just have them deliver it all to the castle."
"Well, Mr. High and mighty, let's go. We can leave earlier than every one else, get it done, and not have to talk to each other the rest of the day." Hermione stated.
"And what if I wanted to talk to you. I have some..."
"And I said no."
"Why would I listen to you, Mudblood?"
"We want this done, because I am sure as hell not spending the day with you."
"Come on, admit. You think I'm handsome and are jealous that I would never consider a mudblood like you."
"Shove it, Malfoy." She walked quicker, her long legs striding her well ahead of him. She entered their common room, and stepped to the fireplace. She grabbed some flow powder and yelled, "Hogmeade!"
The next morning, Dumbledore called Hermione and Draco to his office. They dressed in muggle clothes; Draco in black slacks and a silver dress shirt, and Hermione in tan capris with strapy sandals and a red hoodie with a picture of a Griffiness on the front and the words "treat her well, treat her good, or she'll devour you" on the back. Under it was a black tank that she would wear when she had lunch Fred. He had been courting her for weeks now, and she wanted to look good for him, even though she really wasn't interested in him. Draco saw pink eye shadow and red lips, and wondered whom she was dressing up for. He shook his, trying to forget her and last night. It meant nothing, Aleva couldn't mean for him to protect the mudblood.
She caught him staring as they left to go to Dumbledore's office. "What do you want?" She hissed, not in a good mood at all.
"Weasel isn't that important."
"It's not for Ron, if you must know. I have an other friend I plan on eating with this afternoon."
"Who?"
Hermione stepped up to him. "Someone that doesn't concern the great Malfoy." She whispered into his ear, and he shivered with her breath on his neck. She smiled and walked on, while he cursed himself for reacting to a mudblood.
When they got into Dumbledore's office, he was sitting at his desk talking with Malfoy's father. They had been arguing, from Lucius's red face. "How dare my son have to room with a mud..."
"Please, watch your language." Dumbledore's control made Hermione jealous. He could deal with the rudest of people and still be calm and quiet. "Miss Granger, young Mr. Malfoy, please, come closer. I have a list from the perfects of things that need to be picked up in Hogmeade today. I am giving you enough for them, and then lunch for the two of you."
"You don't have to worry on my Professor, I have lunch plans with a friend." Hermione said taking the list while Malfoy grabbed the money.
"I always would like to say that I found costumes for you two, if you so desire to use them."
Hermione smiled. "What are they?"
"Over there." Dumbledore pointed, and Hermione exclaimed. "A Ezilwis!"
Draco looked at the one she was supposed to wear. The thing that caught his attention was the enormous wings that came with it. But the outfit was gorgeous. A white linen skirt that looked to be figure hugging, and a halter top that draped like white cascades in front. All of the cloth shimmered in the light, and on a closer look, Draco saw tiny rinestones placed into the weaving. It held a Silver circlet to where, with a Ruby set into an onyx stone. It was by far the best quality of clothing any where in the wizarding world. "A what?"
"A cloud daughter. They look like normal humans, but they have great wings that come from their back. They hide them with shrinking spell, and they are rarely seen because they chose the muggle world to live in. They are healers in third world countries mostly, because their magic is not feared like a wizard's would be. There is also the Ezeljast, cloud sons." She looked to Dumbledore, who was smiling. "This is too much professor. I can not accept it."
"Yes you can, Hermione. I have found you to be the best student I could ever hope for, and I wish you to show your light at the ball."
Draco looked at his... his was a suit of armor, but it held the same wings that Hermione's had. "Why the same type of people, Professor?"
"You are the Heads, you should present a united front." Lucius scoffed. And Dumbledore glared. "I will have the house elves send them to your rooms. Go to town and relax, and make sure you gather all you need. Good day." He waved them on, and when Hermione would not move, Draco Grabbed her arm and pulled her out the door. "Now, Mr. Malfoy, you were saying."
"Let go, ferret." Hermione said, yanking her arm away. She looked through the list. Streamers, a ton of candles, and other things. But it was going to be expensive. "No wonder Dumbledore wanted us to buy this. It's going to be hell to get home with."
"We'll just have them deliver it all to the castle."
"Well, Mr. High and mighty, let's go. We can leave earlier than every one else, get it done, and not have to talk to each other the rest of the day." Hermione stated.
"And what if I wanted to talk to you. I have some..."
"And I said no."
"Why would I listen to you, Mudblood?"
"We want this done, because I am sure as hell not spending the day with you."
"Come on, admit. You think I'm handsome and are jealous that I would never consider a mudblood like you."
"Shove it, Malfoy." She walked quicker, her long legs striding her well ahead of him. She entered their common room, and stepped to the fireplace. She grabbed some flow powder and yelled, "Hogmeade!"