It was all Neville's Fault! Chapter 3: What do you mean it turned red!?!
Wednesday morning Hermione Granger was in History class. The teacher was, as usual, rambling on about something or another, and, equally normal, Hermione was the only one paying attention.
"In 110 B.C., gargoyles were the domestic species" said the professor in his usual dull voice.
Hermione listened attentively but was distracted by the boy sitting in front of her. Ooh, why does he have to sit in front of me? She asked herself. Why not beside me, or behind me, anywhere where I can't see that smooth, blond wavy hair...no Hermione don't think like that.
Draco felt a twinge of excitement, as he watched a note being passed around the room. Well what do you know? Two oportunites in two days, he thought to himself. He watched as the note came closer to where he sat, anxious in his seat. Finally, the paper came his way. He looked on the cover, on it said, "Hermione Granger." Draco smirked. A note, he thought to himself disgusted, to her?
Sudden curiosity hit Draco like Harry had the day before. He opened the note and began to read, "Hermione, the potion that spilt on malfoy and you turned-" Malfoy looked up at the note that had just evaporated from his hand, or so he thought.
Hermione had seen the note with her name on it when Draco had opened it. She carefully flicked her wand to move the note high into the air to find it was floating right over her open bookbag. Hermione put down her wand and the note lowered itself into her bag. She would have to read it later.
" Professor?" Hermione saw the word uttered from Draco's cold and luscious lips when she had gotten up to through away a ripped piece of parchment. The professor looked up at the boy.
"Yes-erm-Dralfoy?" asked the professor. Draco's eaers turn red for s moment. Students laughed at the remark made by their unknowing teacher.
"I saw a note being passed around the class" stated Draco simply.
"Oh, well -erm- *cough* w-who has the note now, praytell?" Asked the professor to the class. Draco raised his hand "I believe I know who has it now" He looked over at Harry and Ron while saying this.
Hermione met Draco's gaze and for a moment, Draco felt a twinge of guilt.
"Who?" Asked the teacher. Draco looked over at Hermione's innocent face. For a moment, he could'nt remember what was going on, but then the teacher's comment a moment before rang in his head. He crumpled a sheet of paper. "Who?" He asked the teacher, "you." He took the crumpled piec of parchment and sent it hurling across the room, through the teacher, against the wall, and into the garbage can beside where Hermione stood.
Hermione felt a grin shine on her face. Draco looked at her. Whatever punishment you get can't stop you from liking that smile, he (his conscience) told himself. For a moment, he was lost in a daze, staring at Hermione. He watched the way her red lips curved into a radiant smile, as her eyes met his-Draco was currently aware that he was grinning sheepishly and staring at an empty spot, where Hermione had been standing. He looked around the room, no one was left except for him.
"Welcome back, to reality, Mr. Malfoy" said his history professor dully. "I trust you remember where you are?" Malfoy glared at his teacher. The ghost sighed, "You, my dear boy are in detention." Draco suddenly remembered. He had already gone to all of his classes and was once again in the history classroom, serving his punishment for his actions earlier. "What's my punishment? Sleeping?" He asked with a smirk.
"No my dear boy, you see, you are here during Patrol hours. Your time as head prefect is suspended for the night and Mr. Potter has taken over for you." Said the ghost. Malfoy smirked and looked at the clock. 7:50pm, it read. 10 more minutes, he thought to himself, just 10 more minutes.
Hermione Granger sat in the common room, in front of a blazing fire. She was doing her history homework when a folded piece of parchment fell out onto her lap. "What's this?" she mumbled quietly. She picked up the paper and unfolded it, on it said: "Hermione, the potion that spilt on malfoy and you turned red for only a minute -Harry." She reread the paper again and again. Suddenly, an idea struck her. I've got to find Harry, she thought to herself. She rushed off, past the portrait of the Fat Lady and ran down the corrider until she was at a bookshelf.
Quickly, Hermione tapped a red book, then a green book. The bookshelf moved outwards and to the side. Hermione rushed in and ran along the gray cobblestones towards her destination.
After a few minutes of running, Hermione found herself at a dead end. She ran to the gray wall ahead of her a pulled out a loose brick. A small opening was left where Hermione could see what was going on through a suit of armor. She looked around and when she had determined that no one was around, she quickly pushed the wall and walked out as the suit of armor was moved aside.
Draco had just come out of detention when he saw a wall ahead of him open up. He watched incredulously as a beautiful girl walked out through the opening, her face covering her hair. He quietly followed her at a distane as she ran down the corriders of the school and wound her way up to a large room. Draco quietly edged along the wall until he could hear what was going on in the room.
"You want me to do what!?!" shouted what seemed to be an incredulous Harry Potter. "Don't you think you can yell at me, weren't you the one who was worried?"came another, sweeter voice than before, that of Hermione Granger. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT TURNED RED, YOU DID'NT SAY THAT BEFORE!?! "Stop shouting and let me get this straight, you want me to break into the library, get Irridescent Ingrediants by Lee Lockhart, and bring it back to the commonroom for you to look up what that gunk was?" Asked Harry. "WELL not anymore, that was to find out what it was, any idiot knows that" said Hermione stubbornly. She headed towards the way she had come in just as Draco ran down the hall to where she had come out of the wall. He pushed aside the wall that was already half-way open and ran down the passageway back to where Hermione had began.
Wednesday morning Hermione Granger was in History class. The teacher was, as usual, rambling on about something or another, and, equally normal, Hermione was the only one paying attention.
"In 110 B.C., gargoyles were the domestic species" said the professor in his usual dull voice.
Hermione listened attentively but was distracted by the boy sitting in front of her. Ooh, why does he have to sit in front of me? She asked herself. Why not beside me, or behind me, anywhere where I can't see that smooth, blond wavy hair...no Hermione don't think like that.
Draco felt a twinge of excitement, as he watched a note being passed around the room. Well what do you know? Two oportunites in two days, he thought to himself. He watched as the note came closer to where he sat, anxious in his seat. Finally, the paper came his way. He looked on the cover, on it said, "Hermione Granger." Draco smirked. A note, he thought to himself disgusted, to her?
Sudden curiosity hit Draco like Harry had the day before. He opened the note and began to read, "Hermione, the potion that spilt on malfoy and you turned-" Malfoy looked up at the note that had just evaporated from his hand, or so he thought.
Hermione had seen the note with her name on it when Draco had opened it. She carefully flicked her wand to move the note high into the air to find it was floating right over her open bookbag. Hermione put down her wand and the note lowered itself into her bag. She would have to read it later.
" Professor?" Hermione saw the word uttered from Draco's cold and luscious lips when she had gotten up to through away a ripped piece of parchment. The professor looked up at the boy.
"Yes-erm-Dralfoy?" asked the professor. Draco's eaers turn red for s moment. Students laughed at the remark made by their unknowing teacher.
"I saw a note being passed around the class" stated Draco simply.
"Oh, well -erm- *cough* w-who has the note now, praytell?" Asked the professor to the class. Draco raised his hand "I believe I know who has it now" He looked over at Harry and Ron while saying this.
Hermione met Draco's gaze and for a moment, Draco felt a twinge of guilt.
"Who?" Asked the teacher. Draco looked over at Hermione's innocent face. For a moment, he could'nt remember what was going on, but then the teacher's comment a moment before rang in his head. He crumpled a sheet of paper. "Who?" He asked the teacher, "you." He took the crumpled piec of parchment and sent it hurling across the room, through the teacher, against the wall, and into the garbage can beside where Hermione stood.
Hermione felt a grin shine on her face. Draco looked at her. Whatever punishment you get can't stop you from liking that smile, he (his conscience) told himself. For a moment, he was lost in a daze, staring at Hermione. He watched the way her red lips curved into a radiant smile, as her eyes met his-Draco was currently aware that he was grinning sheepishly and staring at an empty spot, where Hermione had been standing. He looked around the room, no one was left except for him.
"Welcome back, to reality, Mr. Malfoy" said his history professor dully. "I trust you remember where you are?" Malfoy glared at his teacher. The ghost sighed, "You, my dear boy are in detention." Draco suddenly remembered. He had already gone to all of his classes and was once again in the history classroom, serving his punishment for his actions earlier. "What's my punishment? Sleeping?" He asked with a smirk.
"No my dear boy, you see, you are here during Patrol hours. Your time as head prefect is suspended for the night and Mr. Potter has taken over for you." Said the ghost. Malfoy smirked and looked at the clock. 7:50pm, it read. 10 more minutes, he thought to himself, just 10 more minutes.
Hermione Granger sat in the common room, in front of a blazing fire. She was doing her history homework when a folded piece of parchment fell out onto her lap. "What's this?" she mumbled quietly. She picked up the paper and unfolded it, on it said: "Hermione, the potion that spilt on malfoy and you turned red for only a minute -Harry." She reread the paper again and again. Suddenly, an idea struck her. I've got to find Harry, she thought to herself. She rushed off, past the portrait of the Fat Lady and ran down the corrider until she was at a bookshelf.
Quickly, Hermione tapped a red book, then a green book. The bookshelf moved outwards and to the side. Hermione rushed in and ran along the gray cobblestones towards her destination.
After a few minutes of running, Hermione found herself at a dead end. She ran to the gray wall ahead of her a pulled out a loose brick. A small opening was left where Hermione could see what was going on through a suit of armor. She looked around and when she had determined that no one was around, she quickly pushed the wall and walked out as the suit of armor was moved aside.
Draco had just come out of detention when he saw a wall ahead of him open up. He watched incredulously as a beautiful girl walked out through the opening, her face covering her hair. He quietly followed her at a distane as she ran down the corriders of the school and wound her way up to a large room. Draco quietly edged along the wall until he could hear what was going on in the room.
"You want me to do what!?!" shouted what seemed to be an incredulous Harry Potter. "Don't you think you can yell at me, weren't you the one who was worried?"came another, sweeter voice than before, that of Hermione Granger. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT TURNED RED, YOU DID'NT SAY THAT BEFORE!?! "Stop shouting and let me get this straight, you want me to break into the library, get Irridescent Ingrediants by Lee Lockhart, and bring it back to the commonroom for you to look up what that gunk was?" Asked Harry. "WELL not anymore, that was to find out what it was, any idiot knows that" said Hermione stubbornly. She headed towards the way she had come in just as Draco ran down the hall to where she had come out of the wall. He pushed aside the wall that was already half-way open and ran down the passageway back to where Hermione had began.