3/23/04
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Please don't sue me, unless you want a life-size cardboard cut-out of Legolas (it's MINE!!).
A/N: ok, here's fifteen WAAAAAAAAYYYYYYY earlier than it was due. but, when you've got the "train" full of steam, you just you have to go with it. so, read as there will be a longer A/N at the bottom.
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Fifteen
"Bacon, Mr. Goldstien?" asked Dumbledore innocently.
"No, thank you, Headmaster," replied the addressed calmly. In fact, Anthony was incredibly angry. How dare this old man make a fool of him!
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Albus looked over at Severus, who shook his head. Since Severus was an Accomplished Occulmens and Legimens, he had agreed to see what the Head Boy's mental response would be.
And by that shake of his head, it obviously wasn't good. Albus sighed, and rubbed his temples. Children these days had no respect. No respect, and no reserve.
He snorted into his coffee. Merlin, he was starting to sound like his father!
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"I wonder why Dumbledore had Anthony and Hannah sit up at the Staff table this morning?" wondered Hermione.
"Well, since Percy was Head Boy, I know why," said Ginny like she was a little kid with a "secret".
"Tell me, tell me, tell me," said Hermione, shaking Ginny.
"All right, all right!" protested Ginny. "Stop shaking me though, or you'll never know." Hemione stopped. "Thank you. Dumbledore only has the Head Boy and Girl sit at the staff tabl when he has to tell them bad news. Or that he's going to relieve them of their duties." Ginny shrugged. "It could be either one."
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Over at the Slytherin table, Draco poked Xander Milnei.
"Xan," he said, poking the boy again. "Amanda was Head Girl when she was here, wasn't she?" Amada was Xander's older sister.
"Yeh," said the 6th year. "Why d'you want to know?"
"Well, Dumbledore has Goldstien and Abbott up there at the stif-staff table, and I was wondering if you know any reasons he'd have them up there."
Xander nodded, he was in the middle of a bite of his artichoke waffles. "Yeah, only if he's got bad news he wants 'em to tell the students, or he's going to axe 'em. That what you needed to know?"
Draco nodded, and caught Hermione's eye. She raised her eyebrows at him, and flicked a glance at the scowling Heads.
He rolled his eyes in agreement. Before he fixed his attention to his food, he saw her laugh. Not just a giggle-laugh, but a throw-your-head-back- laugh. He noticed that she laughed with her whole body.
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Fighting his way through the crowd, Draco ducked under the red velvet rope that was blocking the stairs to the top of the Astronomy Tower.
Dumbledore had sent House-Elves to fetch all of the Senior Prefects, and two of the Junior Prefects, to the topmost of the Astrnomy Tower.
Jogging up the stairs, Draco quickly passed Ginny, who had had a five minute head start, and caught up with Hermione.
"What do you know?" he asked her through the huffing.
"Absolute rien," she said, her French immpeccable.
"D'Accord," he replied.
They reached the observing deck of the Tower and was struck by the sight of Anthony Goldstien standing on the railing, knees bent, prepared to jump.
Catching sight of them, Dumbledore hurried over to Hermione and Draco.
"Mr. Malfoy, if you would kindly send Twinkey, Minky, and Thinky for all the Seekers from the House Qudditch teams?" asked the Headmaster, eyes twinkling at the House-Elves' names. "I fear Mr. Goldstien may try to jump, and I want some adapt people and the ready to catch him, if need be."
Draco bowed from the waist up, and walked over to the House-Elves.
Dumbledore turned to Hermione. "Ah, Ms. Granger, would you please go try to distract Mr. Goldstien? I do not want him to notice the people gathering under him."
Hermione nodded, and walked over to three feet away from the railing. "Anthony, why are you doing this?" she said to the teetering Head Boy.
He sneered at her. "Because all of my hard work, my dilegence, my respect, my ingenuity, my everything is being taken away from me," he said, spitting as he spoke the words.
"What do you mean?" She caught a glimpse of red-and-gold Quidditch robes.
The suicidel maniac, also known as Anthony Goldstien, Head Boy extrodiare, started pacing. "It was all Hannah's idea. She was tired of settling the interHouse disputes. She wanted the 'little brats' as she called them, to go to their Heads of Houses to get their petty arguments settled. So, when the Headmaster introduced the Halloween Ball to us, she came up with the plan to pair up the most incompatible people together so that they'd get involved in being mad and dis aggreeable with each other that they'd screw their project.
"But no! You lot all had to come up with menus, decorations, seating, etc. plans on the bloddy, sodding schedule!" Anthony glared at her. "I told her we shouldn't have done it, I told her! But nobody listens to the Ravenclaw! Nobady listens to the logical, think-things-through person!" He went on ranting for ten minutes, but Hermione was busy watching the entirety of Slytherin, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff's Quidditch teams assemble below Anthony's jumping radius.
"You're not listening to me, are you?" he screeched. "Well, if the one person refuted to listen to you, no matter what, won't listen to me, then I'm jumping!" He made a flourishing sort of bow. "Goodbye world!" he said, and fell backwards.
Hermione rushed over to the railing and saw Anthony's form being supported by Ewan McAlpin, a Hufflepuff Beater, and Crabbe, who looked confused.
She winced as she heard the words that came out his mouth floated up to her ears. "Yo, Anthony!" she yelled down to him. "Since you're the Head Boy, what are you doing knowing those sort of words?" The four Quidditch teams snorted in syncricity in laughter at this. They looked at each other, laughing, before they realized they didn't like each other.
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The Senior Prefects were all sitting in the Headmaster's office, waiting to hear who he had chosen to appoint to the Head's positions.
Dumbledore came in, his twinkling perrywinkle blue robes, swoofing behind him. He sat in his chair, and pulled a yellow box out. "Lemon drop anyone?" he asked.
"No, thank you, Headmaster," replied the impatient Prefects.
"Hmmm..." said the old man, sucking on the candy in question. "Now, there is the question of the new Senior Prefects for Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. Any suggestions?"
Padma timidly raised her hand. This was the first time she'd been in the Headmaster's office, and she was a smidge nervous.
Dumbledore smiled benevolently at her. "Yes, Ms. Patil?"
"What about Terry Boot, sir?" Padma offered. "He had wanted to be Prefect, and was a bit dissapointed when he didn't make it."
Dumbledore stroked his chin. "Excellent suggestion, Ms. Patil. I believe he would be an admirable choice for Prefect. Now, for a female Hufflepuff?"
There was much disscusion amungst the Prefects. Finally, a decision was reached.
"How about Susan Bones? asked Ernie. "I know her, as she's a old friend of mine. She'd be good Prefect matirial, sir."
Dumblredore nodded. "Again, a brilliant choice made by my student by themselves! Maybe the Senior Prefects should run the school, and not me," he joked.
Everyone laughed, then looked at him, waiting for his decision for the Head positions.
"I'm afraid that I need more time to think about the choices for Head Boy and Girl," said Dumbledore. "Perhaps on wendsday I will have reached a desicion. You are all dissmissed."
The Prefects all walked out together, murmuring in disspointment that they didn't know who were the new Heads.
Before heading off to their respective classes, Draco gave Hermione a quick kiss, that lingered on her lips as she walked to her next class.
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A/N: ok, Hannah Abbott just started to irritate me. so, she's the "bad guy". i'm sorry for the not-thanking-everyone-who-reviewed, but I have over 100 reviews (woohoo) and it'd be really time-consuming to go over all nine pages and copy user names in. so: THANK YOU IF YOU REVIEWED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *glomps everyone who comes near the A/N's* please, please review. I am hoping to break 150 with this chapter. tomorrow i am taking a two-day break. no writing till friday, i'm 'fraid.
ok, pick one of the following:
1) Hermione and Draco become Heads 2) Dumbledore announces a Yule ball and Hermione and Draco are paired up again or 3) a combo of the first two.
I have a feeling a lot of threes will be voted on. i'm having a lot of fun writing this story!! and, maybe Orion will be in teh next chapter *hint, hint*
and, please suggest something for Lucius to do, since I've no idea what to use for his REVENGE!!!!!!! Ok, enough: R&R!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Please don't sue me, unless you want a life-size cardboard cut-out of Legolas (it's MINE!!).
A/N: ok, here's fifteen WAAAAAAAAYYYYYYY earlier than it was due. but, when you've got the "train" full of steam, you just you have to go with it. so, read as there will be a longer A/N at the bottom.
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Fifteen
"Bacon, Mr. Goldstien?" asked Dumbledore innocently.
"No, thank you, Headmaster," replied the addressed calmly. In fact, Anthony was incredibly angry. How dare this old man make a fool of him!
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Albus looked over at Severus, who shook his head. Since Severus was an Accomplished Occulmens and Legimens, he had agreed to see what the Head Boy's mental response would be.
And by that shake of his head, it obviously wasn't good. Albus sighed, and rubbed his temples. Children these days had no respect. No respect, and no reserve.
He snorted into his coffee. Merlin, he was starting to sound like his father!
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"I wonder why Dumbledore had Anthony and Hannah sit up at the Staff table this morning?" wondered Hermione.
"Well, since Percy was Head Boy, I know why," said Ginny like she was a little kid with a "secret".
"Tell me, tell me, tell me," said Hermione, shaking Ginny.
"All right, all right!" protested Ginny. "Stop shaking me though, or you'll never know." Hemione stopped. "Thank you. Dumbledore only has the Head Boy and Girl sit at the staff tabl when he has to tell them bad news. Or that he's going to relieve them of their duties." Ginny shrugged. "It could be either one."
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Over at the Slytherin table, Draco poked Xander Milnei.
"Xan," he said, poking the boy again. "Amanda was Head Girl when she was here, wasn't she?" Amada was Xander's older sister.
"Yeh," said the 6th year. "Why d'you want to know?"
"Well, Dumbledore has Goldstien and Abbott up there at the stif-staff table, and I was wondering if you know any reasons he'd have them up there."
Xander nodded, he was in the middle of a bite of his artichoke waffles. "Yeah, only if he's got bad news he wants 'em to tell the students, or he's going to axe 'em. That what you needed to know?"
Draco nodded, and caught Hermione's eye. She raised her eyebrows at him, and flicked a glance at the scowling Heads.
He rolled his eyes in agreement. Before he fixed his attention to his food, he saw her laugh. Not just a giggle-laugh, but a throw-your-head-back- laugh. He noticed that she laughed with her whole body.
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Fighting his way through the crowd, Draco ducked under the red velvet rope that was blocking the stairs to the top of the Astronomy Tower.
Dumbledore had sent House-Elves to fetch all of the Senior Prefects, and two of the Junior Prefects, to the topmost of the Astrnomy Tower.
Jogging up the stairs, Draco quickly passed Ginny, who had had a five minute head start, and caught up with Hermione.
"What do you know?" he asked her through the huffing.
"Absolute rien," she said, her French immpeccable.
"D'Accord," he replied.
They reached the observing deck of the Tower and was struck by the sight of Anthony Goldstien standing on the railing, knees bent, prepared to jump.
Catching sight of them, Dumbledore hurried over to Hermione and Draco.
"Mr. Malfoy, if you would kindly send Twinkey, Minky, and Thinky for all the Seekers from the House Qudditch teams?" asked the Headmaster, eyes twinkling at the House-Elves' names. "I fear Mr. Goldstien may try to jump, and I want some adapt people and the ready to catch him, if need be."
Draco bowed from the waist up, and walked over to the House-Elves.
Dumbledore turned to Hermione. "Ah, Ms. Granger, would you please go try to distract Mr. Goldstien? I do not want him to notice the people gathering under him."
Hermione nodded, and walked over to three feet away from the railing. "Anthony, why are you doing this?" she said to the teetering Head Boy.
He sneered at her. "Because all of my hard work, my dilegence, my respect, my ingenuity, my everything is being taken away from me," he said, spitting as he spoke the words.
"What do you mean?" She caught a glimpse of red-and-gold Quidditch robes.
The suicidel maniac, also known as Anthony Goldstien, Head Boy extrodiare, started pacing. "It was all Hannah's idea. She was tired of settling the interHouse disputes. She wanted the 'little brats' as she called them, to go to their Heads of Houses to get their petty arguments settled. So, when the Headmaster introduced the Halloween Ball to us, she came up with the plan to pair up the most incompatible people together so that they'd get involved in being mad and dis aggreeable with each other that they'd screw their project.
"But no! You lot all had to come up with menus, decorations, seating, etc. plans on the bloddy, sodding schedule!" Anthony glared at her. "I told her we shouldn't have done it, I told her! But nobody listens to the Ravenclaw! Nobady listens to the logical, think-things-through person!" He went on ranting for ten minutes, but Hermione was busy watching the entirety of Slytherin, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff's Quidditch teams assemble below Anthony's jumping radius.
"You're not listening to me, are you?" he screeched. "Well, if the one person refuted to listen to you, no matter what, won't listen to me, then I'm jumping!" He made a flourishing sort of bow. "Goodbye world!" he said, and fell backwards.
Hermione rushed over to the railing and saw Anthony's form being supported by Ewan McAlpin, a Hufflepuff Beater, and Crabbe, who looked confused.
She winced as she heard the words that came out his mouth floated up to her ears. "Yo, Anthony!" she yelled down to him. "Since you're the Head Boy, what are you doing knowing those sort of words?" The four Quidditch teams snorted in syncricity in laughter at this. They looked at each other, laughing, before they realized they didn't like each other.
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The Senior Prefects were all sitting in the Headmaster's office, waiting to hear who he had chosen to appoint to the Head's positions.
Dumbledore came in, his twinkling perrywinkle blue robes, swoofing behind him. He sat in his chair, and pulled a yellow box out. "Lemon drop anyone?" he asked.
"No, thank you, Headmaster," replied the impatient Prefects.
"Hmmm..." said the old man, sucking on the candy in question. "Now, there is the question of the new Senior Prefects for Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. Any suggestions?"
Padma timidly raised her hand. This was the first time she'd been in the Headmaster's office, and she was a smidge nervous.
Dumbledore smiled benevolently at her. "Yes, Ms. Patil?"
"What about Terry Boot, sir?" Padma offered. "He had wanted to be Prefect, and was a bit dissapointed when he didn't make it."
Dumbledore stroked his chin. "Excellent suggestion, Ms. Patil. I believe he would be an admirable choice for Prefect. Now, for a female Hufflepuff?"
There was much disscusion amungst the Prefects. Finally, a decision was reached.
"How about Susan Bones? asked Ernie. "I know her, as she's a old friend of mine. She'd be good Prefect matirial, sir."
Dumblredore nodded. "Again, a brilliant choice made by my student by themselves! Maybe the Senior Prefects should run the school, and not me," he joked.
Everyone laughed, then looked at him, waiting for his decision for the Head positions.
"I'm afraid that I need more time to think about the choices for Head Boy and Girl," said Dumbledore. "Perhaps on wendsday I will have reached a desicion. You are all dissmissed."
The Prefects all walked out together, murmuring in disspointment that they didn't know who were the new Heads.
Before heading off to their respective classes, Draco gave Hermione a quick kiss, that lingered on her lips as she walked to her next class.
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A/N: ok, Hannah Abbott just started to irritate me. so, she's the "bad guy". i'm sorry for the not-thanking-everyone-who-reviewed, but I have over 100 reviews (woohoo) and it'd be really time-consuming to go over all nine pages and copy user names in. so: THANK YOU IF YOU REVIEWED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *glomps everyone who comes near the A/N's* please, please review. I am hoping to break 150 with this chapter. tomorrow i am taking a two-day break. no writing till friday, i'm 'fraid.
ok, pick one of the following:
1) Hermione and Draco become Heads 2) Dumbledore announces a Yule ball and Hermione and Draco are paired up again or 3) a combo of the first two.
I have a feeling a lot of threes will be voted on. i'm having a lot of fun writing this story!! and, maybe Orion will be in teh next chapter *hint, hint*
and, please suggest something for Lucius to do, since I've no idea what to use for his REVENGE!!!!!!! Ok, enough: R&R!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!