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One final note to Selene...I'm trying the best I can to keep everything the way it should be...the whole name thing I meant to go back and revise before I submitted the chapter but forgot so I'll go back and redo that part soon. So I'm sorry and I'll use your suggestions to make my story better for everyone :-)...hokay now on with the story!
"Harry," Dumbledore said sternly, though his small eyes still twinkled. Harry now sat uncomfortably in a chair facing Dumbledore, a position he'd rather not be in.
"Yes, Professor?" Harry asked, sounding especially ashamed.
"I don't think I have to tell you that what you did was wrong. Though you and Malfoy don't get along, that's no reason to knock the boy to the ground. Now, Harry, I've known you for some years, and it's never been in your nature to hurt a fellow student unprovoked." Dumbledore said.
"I know, Professor. I guess it's not much of an excuse, but I was trying to get him to admit to something he wouldn't admit. But, Professor, I know he did it." Harry attempted to explain.
"Did what?" Dumbedore questioned. Harry sighed.
"Well, he...uh...the other night, see...he was..." Harry grasped for words. Should he tell Dumbledore or figure out the mystery on his own?
"Where was Malfoy last night, Harry?" Dumbledore's eyes twinkled with curiosity, but Harry sensed Dumbledore knew something Harry didn't.
"He was...out of his room, I think," Harry finally said, not completely lying. Dumbledore frowned slightly.
"Is there something else you'd like to tell me?" Dumbledore asked.
"No, Professor," Harry said, quickly shaking his head. Dumbledore questioned the matter no further.
"Well, then I'm going to ask you the same question I presented to Draco; What do you think your punishment should be?" Dumbledore inquired.
"I'm not sure, Professor. I suppose I'm the one who started it so I'd better get the punishment. I acted completely irrational and I'm ashamed of my behavior," Harry answered sincerely.
"All right, Harry. You will have a week's detention with Professor Snape. Draco will be joining you for four of those days, but you are not to acknowledge eachother. Understood?"
"Yes, Professor."
"You are excused, then."
"Thank you."
"Oh, and Harry?" Dumbledore called as Harry turned to leave.
"Yes, Professor?"
"If there's anything else you need to share, just know I'm here," Dumbledore said with a wink. Harry nodded.
"All right, Professor. Thanks," Harry replied.
He left the room feeling no more satisfied than when he entered. He decided not to tell Dumbledore the events of the previous night. Harry couldn't help feeling guilty for keeping this thought to himself. Harry supposed he was on his own with this one. With a nauseating feeling setting in the pit of his stomach, Harry walked back to the Gryffindor common room, not caring to entertain the questions he expected, had he returned to class.
After a short while of waiting for his friends to return from class, Harry fell fast asleep on the couch. His peaceful nap was soon interrupted by the eager face of Hermione, dying to scold him for his immature behavior in Snape's class. Usually waking up to Hermione was a dream come true for Harry, but this time, he knew what was coming.
"Harry James Potter, are you out of your mind? I thought you knew better than to hit Malfoy. What on Earth would possess you to do that?" Hermione said in one breath.
"You have to admit, it was pretty cool," Commented Ron from behind the couch. Hermione shot him a glare that made Ron shut up. Before Harry had a chance to answer her first question, Hermione fired a few more.
"What was your punishment? Did Malfoy say anything on your way to Dumbledore? Did Malfoy get in trouble?"
"Slow down, Hermione," Harry said with a lazy yawn. "I've got detention with Snape for a week. And Malfoy's going to be there for 4 of the days. And no, Malfoy didn't say a word on the way to Dumbledore's office."
"Well, what about my first question? Why did you do it?" Asked Hermione, eyes wide.
"I wanted to find out what he was doing with Lavender the other night, but he denied even being there. I guess I was stupid to ask and I wasn't really expecting him to admit anything," Harry responded with a shrug.
"You weren't being stupid when you asked, you were being stupid when you tackled him. What good was going to come out of that?" Hermione questioned.
"I don't know, Hermione. He said something that got me so angry I couldn't control myself," Harry answered, starting to get frustrated.
"What did he say?" Hermione asked. Harry hesitated.
"Nothing, 'Mione, don't worry about it," Harry said, though Malfoy's words still rang in his head.
"....Just know that I have better things to do with my time than fuck around with mudbloods...."
Harry furrowed his brow, as his anger slowly returned to him. Hermione looked concerned.
"Harry?"
"Huh?" Harry asked, snapping back to the moment.
"What did he say?" Hermione questioned softly.
"It's really stupid now, I don't know why it got me so upset," Harry lied.
"Harry," Hermione said seriously. With eyes like those, Harry just couldn't tell her. He didn't want to hurt her and, after all, ignorance is bliss.
"It was about you, Hermione, but he was just being Malfoy. You know how he is; just looking for an argument."
"Harry, just tell me," Hermione pleaded. Her large brown eyes seemed to gaze deep into the green ones that faced her. Harry sighed, and knew he couldn't win.
"He said that he has better things to do than to fuck around with...mudbloods," Harry said, staring at the floor. After a long silence, Harry looked up, expecting tears. But her eyes were dry, and filled with an emotion Harry had never seen them possess before. Was it anger? Was it vengefulness? Hermione seemed to be in a world all her own as she stood quietly before running out of the common room.
Harry sat dumbfounded for a moment before slowly standing.
"Maybe she's finally snapped," Suggested Ron, who had been observing the whole scene. Harry shook his head.
"Do you think she just needs to be alone for a while?" Asked Harry, unsure of what to do.
"Yeah," answered Ron with a shrug. "Girls are just like that sometimes."
Harry nodded and sat down again. Ron started another one of his crazy stories, but Harry's mind was somewhere else. Where did Hermione go? Why did she just leave like that? It wasn't like Hermione to act that way. Maybe Ron was right; maybe she had just snapped. But then where did she go? Harry couldn't stand it anymore. He stood quietly and left to find Hermione, leaving Ron without a word.
Hoookay, people that's all for now. I'm pretty sure what I want to happen here, but I'm not completley sure and I'm not willing to give anything away..so any plot suggestions would be wonderful. And there will be some hookups in the next chapter, I PROMISE! allll righty so you know the drill....gooo and review to make me happy and I'll put the next chapter up very shortly. Adios!!
One final note to Selene...I'm trying the best I can to keep everything the way it should be...the whole name thing I meant to go back and revise before I submitted the chapter but forgot so I'll go back and redo that part soon. So I'm sorry and I'll use your suggestions to make my story better for everyone :-)...hokay now on with the story!
"Harry," Dumbledore said sternly, though his small eyes still twinkled. Harry now sat uncomfortably in a chair facing Dumbledore, a position he'd rather not be in.
"Yes, Professor?" Harry asked, sounding especially ashamed.
"I don't think I have to tell you that what you did was wrong. Though you and Malfoy don't get along, that's no reason to knock the boy to the ground. Now, Harry, I've known you for some years, and it's never been in your nature to hurt a fellow student unprovoked." Dumbledore said.
"I know, Professor. I guess it's not much of an excuse, but I was trying to get him to admit to something he wouldn't admit. But, Professor, I know he did it." Harry attempted to explain.
"Did what?" Dumbedore questioned. Harry sighed.
"Well, he...uh...the other night, see...he was..." Harry grasped for words. Should he tell Dumbledore or figure out the mystery on his own?
"Where was Malfoy last night, Harry?" Dumbledore's eyes twinkled with curiosity, but Harry sensed Dumbledore knew something Harry didn't.
"He was...out of his room, I think," Harry finally said, not completely lying. Dumbledore frowned slightly.
"Is there something else you'd like to tell me?" Dumbledore asked.
"No, Professor," Harry said, quickly shaking his head. Dumbledore questioned the matter no further.
"Well, then I'm going to ask you the same question I presented to Draco; What do you think your punishment should be?" Dumbledore inquired.
"I'm not sure, Professor. I suppose I'm the one who started it so I'd better get the punishment. I acted completely irrational and I'm ashamed of my behavior," Harry answered sincerely.
"All right, Harry. You will have a week's detention with Professor Snape. Draco will be joining you for four of those days, but you are not to acknowledge eachother. Understood?"
"Yes, Professor."
"You are excused, then."
"Thank you."
"Oh, and Harry?" Dumbledore called as Harry turned to leave.
"Yes, Professor?"
"If there's anything else you need to share, just know I'm here," Dumbledore said with a wink. Harry nodded.
"All right, Professor. Thanks," Harry replied.
He left the room feeling no more satisfied than when he entered. He decided not to tell Dumbledore the events of the previous night. Harry couldn't help feeling guilty for keeping this thought to himself. Harry supposed he was on his own with this one. With a nauseating feeling setting in the pit of his stomach, Harry walked back to the Gryffindor common room, not caring to entertain the questions he expected, had he returned to class.
After a short while of waiting for his friends to return from class, Harry fell fast asleep on the couch. His peaceful nap was soon interrupted by the eager face of Hermione, dying to scold him for his immature behavior in Snape's class. Usually waking up to Hermione was a dream come true for Harry, but this time, he knew what was coming.
"Harry James Potter, are you out of your mind? I thought you knew better than to hit Malfoy. What on Earth would possess you to do that?" Hermione said in one breath.
"You have to admit, it was pretty cool," Commented Ron from behind the couch. Hermione shot him a glare that made Ron shut up. Before Harry had a chance to answer her first question, Hermione fired a few more.
"What was your punishment? Did Malfoy say anything on your way to Dumbledore? Did Malfoy get in trouble?"
"Slow down, Hermione," Harry said with a lazy yawn. "I've got detention with Snape for a week. And Malfoy's going to be there for 4 of the days. And no, Malfoy didn't say a word on the way to Dumbledore's office."
"Well, what about my first question? Why did you do it?" Asked Hermione, eyes wide.
"I wanted to find out what he was doing with Lavender the other night, but he denied even being there. I guess I was stupid to ask and I wasn't really expecting him to admit anything," Harry responded with a shrug.
"You weren't being stupid when you asked, you were being stupid when you tackled him. What good was going to come out of that?" Hermione questioned.
"I don't know, Hermione. He said something that got me so angry I couldn't control myself," Harry answered, starting to get frustrated.
"What did he say?" Hermione asked. Harry hesitated.
"Nothing, 'Mione, don't worry about it," Harry said, though Malfoy's words still rang in his head.
"....Just know that I have better things to do with my time than fuck around with mudbloods...."
Harry furrowed his brow, as his anger slowly returned to him. Hermione looked concerned.
"Harry?"
"Huh?" Harry asked, snapping back to the moment.
"What did he say?" Hermione questioned softly.
"It's really stupid now, I don't know why it got me so upset," Harry lied.
"Harry," Hermione said seriously. With eyes like those, Harry just couldn't tell her. He didn't want to hurt her and, after all, ignorance is bliss.
"It was about you, Hermione, but he was just being Malfoy. You know how he is; just looking for an argument."
"Harry, just tell me," Hermione pleaded. Her large brown eyes seemed to gaze deep into the green ones that faced her. Harry sighed, and knew he couldn't win.
"He said that he has better things to do than to fuck around with...mudbloods," Harry said, staring at the floor. After a long silence, Harry looked up, expecting tears. But her eyes were dry, and filled with an emotion Harry had never seen them possess before. Was it anger? Was it vengefulness? Hermione seemed to be in a world all her own as she stood quietly before running out of the common room.
Harry sat dumbfounded for a moment before slowly standing.
"Maybe she's finally snapped," Suggested Ron, who had been observing the whole scene. Harry shook his head.
"Do you think she just needs to be alone for a while?" Asked Harry, unsure of what to do.
"Yeah," answered Ron with a shrug. "Girls are just like that sometimes."
Harry nodded and sat down again. Ron started another one of his crazy stories, but Harry's mind was somewhere else. Where did Hermione go? Why did she just leave like that? It wasn't like Hermione to act that way. Maybe Ron was right; maybe she had just snapped. But then where did she go? Harry couldn't stand it anymore. He stood quietly and left to find Hermione, leaving Ron without a word.
Hoookay, people that's all for now. I'm pretty sure what I want to happen here, but I'm not completley sure and I'm not willing to give anything away..so any plot suggestions would be wonderful. And there will be some hookups in the next chapter, I PROMISE! allll righty so you know the drill....gooo and review to make me happy and I'll put the next chapter up very shortly. Adios!!