Cell Mates
Chapter 5 ~ + ~ The Wizarding Diary
Disclaimer . . . I don't own Harry Potter, if I did then Snape would use mascara, Siri would come back, Draco would be mine, McGonagall would turn punk and listen to Slip Knot, while Madam Hooch would fly around the streets of Boston claiming to be PAUL REVERE. (to get to the point, I don't own it.)
Author's note: this chapter may not have that much excitement in it, but I'll try and reveal a little bit more. Its mostly just draco/hermione and a little fluff, plus a intresting invention.
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Summary of Last Chapter: Draco and Hermione arrive at St.Mungos and are placed in separate rooms. Hermione runs into the crazy Professor Trelawney, who was singing "Oh Canada" and then got a strange prediction from her. A vision. She also met up with Ginny Weasley, a medi-witch at St.Mungos, who tells Hermione that her room has been switched, to none other than Draco's room. Now here's where it gets interesting, after a stunning revelation by the Dark Lord and his faithful servant themselves.
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It must have been 11:00 at night, and the two had been up playing games. They had finished Exploding Snap long ago, and Hermione was now kicking his arse at Wizarding Chess. "C'mon Draco, you wuss. . .one more game?"
He looked at her, and sighed "No. We must have played 20 games and I only won one of them!"
" So, you only care about the winning?" Hermione questioned.
"Yes" he said shortly. He saw the hurt in her brown eyes, and he immediatley realized he acted like a jerk. "Sorry" he said gruffly "I'm probably just tired."
Hermione looked at the ceiling clock, "11:00! Already?!?!" she gasped "We should get to sleep, I have my first memory class tomorrow at 6: 00"
Draco just nodded, then let out a yawn. "Mine's at 8:00. I really hope these classes work, I not being able to remember anything." He grabbed some clothes from his bag and started to change.
"Ahem?" Hermione said, not sure if he was aware he was about to strip in front of her.
"What? You don't want to see that?" Draco said, smirking again. Hermione tried to hold back laughter, "Will you PLEASE get over yourself, and just change in the bathroom?" she asked him.
Draco obeyed, and headed into the bathroom, Hermione quickly hid in the closet and threw on a silky tank top nightshirt, and matching pants, wrapping a blanket around her for warmth. After all, it was November. When she came out of the cramped closet, she saw Draco wearing a pair of red and blue plaid pajama pants and a black muscle shirt. She wanted to die. . .in a good way, if that makes any sense.
Hermione sat down on the sofa, and Draco followed. They just sorta sat in the silence of the room, listening to the still of everything. Then he started laughing. . ."What is so funny!?!?!" Hermione exclaimed, curious to know what was so funny about absolute silence.
"Your hair. . .!!!!"
"What? Whats wrong with my hair?" she was getting really angry. He had no right to pick on her hair, I mean, yeah, it was a little on the wavy side, but he never picked on her hair before. He reached behind her neck and pulled out something from the back. . . A pair of women's pantyhose.
"Are these yours?" he asked. Hermione looked bewildered and started to laugh. "What the bloody hell? Of course not, somebody must have left them in the closet" she grabbed the pantyhose from his hands and threw them on the other side of the room, more for amusement purposes, and couldn't help but think how gross it was that there was somebody else's pantyhose in her hair.
Draco leaned in closer to her. He didn't know what he was doing, and why he was doing it, but he wanted to kiss her. She backed away a little, but he could see the same desire in her eyes. Soon their lips were but moments a way. Her lips practically brushed against his, and his heart was beating so fast. . .but there was a buzz in his ear. . . what was it . . . [Go away!] he thought. Just as they were actually about to kiss, a cornish pixie parted the two. "WHAT THE FUCK?" Draco said in anger. "How did that little bugger even get in the room?"
Hermione just shrugged, probably as confused and dissapointed as Draco himself. "I can call the staff if you'd like?" she asked, trying to cool herself down. She pulled a lever and a tall gangly medi-wizard appeared. "Hello Ma'am, what do you need?"
Draco approached the medi-wizard, hanging the squirming pixie by it's feet, a scowl across his face. "Oh. Right, Sir." He spoke atlast "I suppose somebody forgot to tell you about the Pixie problem we had in here a couple weeks ago. Thought we had fixed it."
Draco still scowled but Hermione approached the man "Really. . .its okay. But will you try to find a way to remove them?"
"Of course." The man said, as he summoned a cage and dropped the Pixie in it. "Have a good night."
"You too" Hermione replied. She turned to Draco and blushed, her cheeks matched the color of his pajama pants (the red part at least). "Um. . .well I'm really tired, I'm gonna go to bed. Goodnight Draco."
"Goodnight, 'Mione" he said, mid-yawn, as he kicked the pantyhose around before shuffling into his bed. Draco couldn't sleep after awhile, he tossed and turned, listening to the peaceful sounds of Hermione's breath. It was soothing. Soon he drifted off . . .
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---he was all alone in a grand room --- the room slowly filled up with more people, but there was one girl that stood out ---a brilliant pair of brown eyes standing out from him in the crowd --- she slowly faded from the rest --- he slowly faded too --- dissolving. ---
"No . . .stay. . ." Draco muttered in his sleep. Nobody heard him, and all was quiet until morning.
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"Goodmorning Sunshine!" Hermione shouted. Draco didn't stir. "I said, GOOD MORNING SUNSHINE!" this time she yelled louder, but Draco slept like a rock. She went to the faucet and poured some cold water into a cup, and dumped it on his head.
He jumped up, hair all over his face, and shirt dripping wet. He was furious. "What the bloody hell, Granger!" he yelled "That is bloody cold. Do you bloody know what time it is? And do you know what you bloody did to my hair?!?!"
Hermione was quite unfased by his whole overreaction, and replied nonchalantly "First off, stop saying bloody every 5 words, I get the picture, and secondly it is 5:00."
"Why, may I ask did you wake me up at 5:00?"
"So we can have breakfast together, and get to bond as cell mates, since who knows how long we'll be stuck in this place!" she said sweetly, knowing it was bugging him.
"Fine. Fine. Since I obviously can't go back to sleep, what else is there to do. Lets go down to the breakfast hall. . . but I'm fixing my hair first, we'll leave at 5: 30, deal?"
"Okay, but I have memory therapy at 6:00" Hermione reminded. Draco just nodded and headed off into the bathroom area to perfect himself. Hermione thought things over, as she looked into the mirror on the back of the door. . .her hair was so, whats the word, BLAH. She bet that when she had her memory, no guy had ever liked her.
Its not that she was bad looking, her eyes were a compassionate brown, and her hair wasn't too bushy, it fell in nice waves slightly past her shoulders. She was a decent height too, only 5'6. However she didn't see that. [If only I can straighten my hair] she thought, unsure of why she would all of a sudden start to care about her hair now.
She frantically checked all the drawers, and looked in the cabinets in the room. The room looked actually more like a hotel-ish kinda thing, which was actually nice. Hospitals smelled like crap, or medicine to be more exact. Soon she found what she was looking for, "Syrene's Seriously Straight Gel" [this should be good enough] she thought to herself. As she applied it. She read the directions, it said 'wait 5 mintues'. She busied herself looking through a Quiddich paper, nothing really too interesting to her, but it killed the time.
When she got up to look in the mirror, horror awaited her. Instead of perfectly straight hair, it somehow made it even more bushier than it had currently been. She now looked like a giant, walking furball. Wondering what she did wrong, she read the directions again, turns out she was supposed to say some sort of stupid spell before hand. "Damnit, what kind of product is this anyway?" she said aloud.
Draco walked out of the bathroom to find himself face to face with an afro. "An afro?" he questioned, finding her appearance, rather funny, but cute in a way that she ATTEMPTED to look nice. Not that she already didn't.
She glared at him "Stupid crap." She said, holding up the gel. "I just made a total mess out of myself."
"If I was allowed to use a wand in here, and I actually had one, I'd help you." Draco tried. . ."Lets just go to breakfast, who cares what you look like!"
"You really shouldn't be talking." Hermione said, referring to his 'im- mr.hottstuff-on-campus-and must-look-like-a-beauty-queen. . .erm, king-all- the-time-so-people-think-im-a-babe' attitude. At that, they headed off to breakfast, making small talk about Memory Therapy, and scrambled eggs.
They sat down at one of the long rows of seats lined up, and were served, they rushed down their food, on account of Hermione's lesson started in 10 minutes. She finished up eating and waved goodbye to Draco, who said he'd be going back up to the room.
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Hermione knocked on the plain offwhite door of room 112, on a plaque next to it, it read "Memory Therapy - A. Walsh". Nobody answered, so she knocked again, and this time a dirty blonde haired witch with hazel eyes opened the door. She was wearing a flowing black skirt and a white shirt, with a deep red rose on it. "Hi! You must be Hermione, I'm Ainsley Walsh." She reached out her hand, and Hermione shook it.
"Please sit." Ainsley said, motioning to a chair. "Can you tell me anything of what happened?" she spoke, once Hermione was seated.
"Just a flashing light, and voices."
"Umm hummm, and how does this make you feel?" Ainsley said, writing something down.
"What?" Hermione questioned "I don't really have any feelings on this."
"I am going to try a few simple spells on you, to see if it will jog back your memory. It won't be painful, I promise. First the reverse spell." Ainsley said a few words that Hermione didn't really catch, and stood there waiting. . .hoping to regain some sort of memory. Nothing.
Ainsley tried another. . . "MEMORIA REGAINALOUS!"
Nothing.
She tried a series more, but nothing worked. They tried talking about it, laughing over how impossible it was, then she prescribed a medication. As Hermione was about to leave, Ainsley ran over to her desk, and pulled out a black leather book. "What's this?" Hermione asked curiously
"A Diary. Write down all your thoughts in it, which you are afraid to say aloud. I think it will help you." Ainsley concluded, "Keep it safe" she smiled as Hermione thanked her and waved goodbye. Hermione carefully inspected it, the front of the diary was plain black leather, as was the back. But on the spine of the book, there was a 1 with a heart around it, in gold lettering. Sooner then she knew it, she was at her room. The clock on the other side of the wall read 7:40, meaning Draco would still be there. Her heart skipped a beat, as she opened the door.
She was greeted, not by Draco, but by one of those disturbing cornish pixies, fluttering about. Draco soon followed, chasing the pixie around with a garbage can, in attempt to catch it. "I'll get you, you crazy blue bugger!" he shouted. He stopped when he saw Hermione, and began panting. "I hate those, nasty creatins." He confessed.
Hermione just laughed, and said "You know you have Memory Therapy in 20 minutes, right?" she enjoyed Draco's terror stricken face, as he realized he only had 20 minutes to perfect himself. He dropped the garbage can and watched as the pixie flew out into the hallway, startling an old woman walking by with a cane. Then he proceded into the bathroom.
At 8:00 Draco was all ready, and headed out the door. Hermione waved goodbye and wished him luck, hoping he would just get the hell out of the room already. She wanted to try out this diary thing. She opened the book and took out a quill and some black ink, and sat down on her bed.
'Dear Diary, my name is Hermione Granger' she paused, thinking of what to say. ' I don't have much of a memory, so I cant really tell you about me, and the only person I really know is Draco Malfoy. . .i don't really know what to say about him, he's just so. . .
**Irresistably attractive?** (a/n: ** are diary speaking parts)
'Yes. . .No! What?!?!!? How can you write back?' Hermione dipped her quill again, waiting for a response.
**Well, Wizarding diaries are quite different then muggle ones, we talk back. Now continue telling me about this Malfoy fellow . . .i'm curious**
'There's nothing to tell. He's just a guy I met in jail."
**Hummm. . .that's what they all say, isn't it. Denial?**
'I am not in denial, I am very sure I went to jail.'
**You know what I mean, You are in denial about your feelings for Draco**
'Get real' Wrote Hermione, feeling rather foolish arguing with her Diary. 'Diaries arent supposed to confuse you and tell you untruths'
**See. . .Denial. Look. . .Malfoy's coming right now. . .**
Hermione stupidly looked. **Did you look?**
'No. Of course not.'
**Liar, Liar, pants on fire.**
'You know what, you're bugging me. . .I can't handle this right now. . .'
**That's because you don't want to hear the truth, that you are falling in love with Draco Lucius Malfoy. . .**
'His middle name is Lucius?'
**Guess so. . .why do you care?**
'Shut up, I'm leaving.'
**If you insist, Goobye for now, Hermione.**
Hermione shut the diary, and put it securely in her bag, and tried to regain her mind. She had just had a conversation about her love life with a book, rather frightening. She lay down on her bed, and ate a couple of chocolate frogs that were left over from when Draco had them brought up.
Hermione would admit to the murder of that boy, she didn't do it on purpose, but she'd admit to it. And she could admit right now that she was in a psyciatric hospital talking to a book. . . but she would not admit any feelings for Draco Malfoy, because something inside her, told her it was more complicated than it seemed.
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The town had been long foresaken, nobody had been there for years. Two sillhouted figures walked down the streets. "Master. . .why are we in Bulgaria? Out of all places, why Bulgaria? Couldn't we go to Peru? Or Cancun, spring break?"
"Wormtail, you insignifigant slime. . .shut up. We are in Bulgaria, because I said so, are you doubting me, Wormtail?"
"No...No...Master." Wormtail studdered. They walked down the empty streets silently, until they came to a beat up looking building, with a dusted sign that read LIBRARY. "What are we doing here, My lord?"
"Looking for the prophecy to give me enternal power." Then he does that infamous cackle that brings chills down peoples spines. Wormtail tries to cackle along, but sounds really lame. Voldemort kicks his shin, and watches as he winces in pain.
"Sadist!" he muttered.
"Excuse me?" Voldemort said, as if he dared to insult him. Though to The Dark Lord, being called sadistic was nothing short of flattering. As Wormtail shook his head no, Voldemort opened the door, and walked gracefully through. (now when I say gracefully, I mean an evilish grace) "Start searching." He said as he pointed to a pile of books. His humble servant obeyed him. [Soon, I will have ultimate power, I will be immortal and darkness will reign] the most feared dark wizard, thought to himself.
The thought seemed to satisfy his hunger for power, as he uncharacteristically hummed a tune while browsing through a series of books, most covered in spider webs. Wormtail shrieked.
"What is it, Wormtail?" the Dark Lord replied irritated.
"A Daddy long legs. . .ew." Wormtail scuttered away dropping several books on the floor.
"Grow up will you, you pansy." Voldemort said, the same irritated tone. "Get back to searching" he barked, in his shrill voice. Wormtail picked up a book titled FORGOTTEN PROPHECIES: KEYS TO UNLOCK THE FUTURE . . .and browsed through it, while Voldemort was reading one similar.
All of a sudden, Wormtail dropped the book."Master, I think we made a very grave mistake." . . .
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Author's Note: Okay, I didn't like this chapter too much, but I thought it got better towards the end, now you all gotta wait to find out what Wormtail's mistake is! The Draco/Hermione action has been mainly fluff, and there hasn't been much agnst yet, but trust me when they find out, im gonna try and add some to it. Its not gonna be all happy "OH SCREW THE PAST AND LETS MAKE HEATED LOVE AND FORGET WHAT A BASTARD I WAS TO YOU" kinda thing. lol. I do wanna know ur opinions:
~ + ~ is the romance goin too fast? Too slow? Just right?
~ + ~ are they all pretty much in character? If not, which ones are messed up?
~ + ~ cliché free? Okay plot? And any other comments or questions in which I'll try and answer in the reviwer thank yous.
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Dangelu = yes fear not, there will be more evilness from the beloved voldie, and his lame ass pal, Wormtail. And im glad u like that's its not all about the romance, too much romance would take away from this fic's plot.
XoFireflyox = glad you hate fudge too, we should start I "I hate fudge fanclub"
Captain Oblivious = Don't count your chickens b4 they hatch, they are not offically "together" yet. lol. Just wait till they get their memories back and remember their past. Ooooh I feel the turmoil a brewin! Lol I just gave that away, but not all of it, so ha! LoL.
Paws10081 = thanks! Im glad u like it. Cute username by the way.
Nicole (orange carebear) = Thanks. I'm flattered you think it's creative, that's wut I was aimin for. Stay tuned for more updates and the romance will grow, and more information will definatley be revealed. . .
Huggs: Thanks for never flamin my fic **is relieved** Don't worry! I hope this chapter was good enuff I'll try and be quick with the next one.
Also thanks to Diamond, Bon Bon (for having dreams where I end up with Draco), Jenni , Manda and Chrisite.
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My Goal for this one is the same: 25-30 Reviews. I set my standards too high last time. So please review this, and once again, try not to flame me ( I know Huggs wont!lol) Sorry, too lazy to do a FANFICTION OF THE CHAPTER. But if you'd like to to my Bio and check out my favorite stories or favorite authors. Okay that settles that.
Until Next Time. . .
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Chapter 5 ~ + ~ The Wizarding Diary
Disclaimer . . . I don't own Harry Potter, if I did then Snape would use mascara, Siri would come back, Draco would be mine, McGonagall would turn punk and listen to Slip Knot, while Madam Hooch would fly around the streets of Boston claiming to be PAUL REVERE. (to get to the point, I don't own it.)
Author's note: this chapter may not have that much excitement in it, but I'll try and reveal a little bit more. Its mostly just draco/hermione and a little fluff, plus a intresting invention.
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Summary of Last Chapter: Draco and Hermione arrive at St.Mungos and are placed in separate rooms. Hermione runs into the crazy Professor Trelawney, who was singing "Oh Canada" and then got a strange prediction from her. A vision. She also met up with Ginny Weasley, a medi-witch at St.Mungos, who tells Hermione that her room has been switched, to none other than Draco's room. Now here's where it gets interesting, after a stunning revelation by the Dark Lord and his faithful servant themselves.
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It must have been 11:00 at night, and the two had been up playing games. They had finished Exploding Snap long ago, and Hermione was now kicking his arse at Wizarding Chess. "C'mon Draco, you wuss. . .one more game?"
He looked at her, and sighed "No. We must have played 20 games and I only won one of them!"
" So, you only care about the winning?" Hermione questioned.
"Yes" he said shortly. He saw the hurt in her brown eyes, and he immediatley realized he acted like a jerk. "Sorry" he said gruffly "I'm probably just tired."
Hermione looked at the ceiling clock, "11:00! Already?!?!" she gasped "We should get to sleep, I have my first memory class tomorrow at 6: 00"
Draco just nodded, then let out a yawn. "Mine's at 8:00. I really hope these classes work, I not being able to remember anything." He grabbed some clothes from his bag and started to change.
"Ahem?" Hermione said, not sure if he was aware he was about to strip in front of her.
"What? You don't want to see that?" Draco said, smirking again. Hermione tried to hold back laughter, "Will you PLEASE get over yourself, and just change in the bathroom?" she asked him.
Draco obeyed, and headed into the bathroom, Hermione quickly hid in the closet and threw on a silky tank top nightshirt, and matching pants, wrapping a blanket around her for warmth. After all, it was November. When she came out of the cramped closet, she saw Draco wearing a pair of red and blue plaid pajama pants and a black muscle shirt. She wanted to die. . .in a good way, if that makes any sense.
Hermione sat down on the sofa, and Draco followed. They just sorta sat in the silence of the room, listening to the still of everything. Then he started laughing. . ."What is so funny!?!?!" Hermione exclaimed, curious to know what was so funny about absolute silence.
"Your hair. . .!!!!"
"What? Whats wrong with my hair?" she was getting really angry. He had no right to pick on her hair, I mean, yeah, it was a little on the wavy side, but he never picked on her hair before. He reached behind her neck and pulled out something from the back. . . A pair of women's pantyhose.
"Are these yours?" he asked. Hermione looked bewildered and started to laugh. "What the bloody hell? Of course not, somebody must have left them in the closet" she grabbed the pantyhose from his hands and threw them on the other side of the room, more for amusement purposes, and couldn't help but think how gross it was that there was somebody else's pantyhose in her hair.
Draco leaned in closer to her. He didn't know what he was doing, and why he was doing it, but he wanted to kiss her. She backed away a little, but he could see the same desire in her eyes. Soon their lips were but moments a way. Her lips practically brushed against his, and his heart was beating so fast. . .but there was a buzz in his ear. . . what was it . . . [Go away!] he thought. Just as they were actually about to kiss, a cornish pixie parted the two. "WHAT THE FUCK?" Draco said in anger. "How did that little bugger even get in the room?"
Hermione just shrugged, probably as confused and dissapointed as Draco himself. "I can call the staff if you'd like?" she asked, trying to cool herself down. She pulled a lever and a tall gangly medi-wizard appeared. "Hello Ma'am, what do you need?"
Draco approached the medi-wizard, hanging the squirming pixie by it's feet, a scowl across his face. "Oh. Right, Sir." He spoke atlast "I suppose somebody forgot to tell you about the Pixie problem we had in here a couple weeks ago. Thought we had fixed it."
Draco still scowled but Hermione approached the man "Really. . .its okay. But will you try to find a way to remove them?"
"Of course." The man said, as he summoned a cage and dropped the Pixie in it. "Have a good night."
"You too" Hermione replied. She turned to Draco and blushed, her cheeks matched the color of his pajama pants (the red part at least). "Um. . .well I'm really tired, I'm gonna go to bed. Goodnight Draco."
"Goodnight, 'Mione" he said, mid-yawn, as he kicked the pantyhose around before shuffling into his bed. Draco couldn't sleep after awhile, he tossed and turned, listening to the peaceful sounds of Hermione's breath. It was soothing. Soon he drifted off . . .
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---he was all alone in a grand room --- the room slowly filled up with more people, but there was one girl that stood out ---a brilliant pair of brown eyes standing out from him in the crowd --- she slowly faded from the rest --- he slowly faded too --- dissolving. ---
"No . . .stay. . ." Draco muttered in his sleep. Nobody heard him, and all was quiet until morning.
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"Goodmorning Sunshine!" Hermione shouted. Draco didn't stir. "I said, GOOD MORNING SUNSHINE!" this time she yelled louder, but Draco slept like a rock. She went to the faucet and poured some cold water into a cup, and dumped it on his head.
He jumped up, hair all over his face, and shirt dripping wet. He was furious. "What the bloody hell, Granger!" he yelled "That is bloody cold. Do you bloody know what time it is? And do you know what you bloody did to my hair?!?!"
Hermione was quite unfased by his whole overreaction, and replied nonchalantly "First off, stop saying bloody every 5 words, I get the picture, and secondly it is 5:00."
"Why, may I ask did you wake me up at 5:00?"
"So we can have breakfast together, and get to bond as cell mates, since who knows how long we'll be stuck in this place!" she said sweetly, knowing it was bugging him.
"Fine. Fine. Since I obviously can't go back to sleep, what else is there to do. Lets go down to the breakfast hall. . . but I'm fixing my hair first, we'll leave at 5: 30, deal?"
"Okay, but I have memory therapy at 6:00" Hermione reminded. Draco just nodded and headed off into the bathroom area to perfect himself. Hermione thought things over, as she looked into the mirror on the back of the door. . .her hair was so, whats the word, BLAH. She bet that when she had her memory, no guy had ever liked her.
Its not that she was bad looking, her eyes were a compassionate brown, and her hair wasn't too bushy, it fell in nice waves slightly past her shoulders. She was a decent height too, only 5'6. However she didn't see that. [If only I can straighten my hair] she thought, unsure of why she would all of a sudden start to care about her hair now.
She frantically checked all the drawers, and looked in the cabinets in the room. The room looked actually more like a hotel-ish kinda thing, which was actually nice. Hospitals smelled like crap, or medicine to be more exact. Soon she found what she was looking for, "Syrene's Seriously Straight Gel" [this should be good enough] she thought to herself. As she applied it. She read the directions, it said 'wait 5 mintues'. She busied herself looking through a Quiddich paper, nothing really too interesting to her, but it killed the time.
When she got up to look in the mirror, horror awaited her. Instead of perfectly straight hair, it somehow made it even more bushier than it had currently been. She now looked like a giant, walking furball. Wondering what she did wrong, she read the directions again, turns out she was supposed to say some sort of stupid spell before hand. "Damnit, what kind of product is this anyway?" she said aloud.
Draco walked out of the bathroom to find himself face to face with an afro. "An afro?" he questioned, finding her appearance, rather funny, but cute in a way that she ATTEMPTED to look nice. Not that she already didn't.
She glared at him "Stupid crap." She said, holding up the gel. "I just made a total mess out of myself."
"If I was allowed to use a wand in here, and I actually had one, I'd help you." Draco tried. . ."Lets just go to breakfast, who cares what you look like!"
"You really shouldn't be talking." Hermione said, referring to his 'im- mr.hottstuff-on-campus-and must-look-like-a-beauty-queen. . .erm, king-all- the-time-so-people-think-im-a-babe' attitude. At that, they headed off to breakfast, making small talk about Memory Therapy, and scrambled eggs.
They sat down at one of the long rows of seats lined up, and were served, they rushed down their food, on account of Hermione's lesson started in 10 minutes. She finished up eating and waved goodbye to Draco, who said he'd be going back up to the room.
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Hermione knocked on the plain offwhite door of room 112, on a plaque next to it, it read "Memory Therapy - A. Walsh". Nobody answered, so she knocked again, and this time a dirty blonde haired witch with hazel eyes opened the door. She was wearing a flowing black skirt and a white shirt, with a deep red rose on it. "Hi! You must be Hermione, I'm Ainsley Walsh." She reached out her hand, and Hermione shook it.
"Please sit." Ainsley said, motioning to a chair. "Can you tell me anything of what happened?" she spoke, once Hermione was seated.
"Just a flashing light, and voices."
"Umm hummm, and how does this make you feel?" Ainsley said, writing something down.
"What?" Hermione questioned "I don't really have any feelings on this."
"I am going to try a few simple spells on you, to see if it will jog back your memory. It won't be painful, I promise. First the reverse spell." Ainsley said a few words that Hermione didn't really catch, and stood there waiting. . .hoping to regain some sort of memory. Nothing.
Ainsley tried another. . . "MEMORIA REGAINALOUS!"
Nothing.
She tried a series more, but nothing worked. They tried talking about it, laughing over how impossible it was, then she prescribed a medication. As Hermione was about to leave, Ainsley ran over to her desk, and pulled out a black leather book. "What's this?" Hermione asked curiously
"A Diary. Write down all your thoughts in it, which you are afraid to say aloud. I think it will help you." Ainsley concluded, "Keep it safe" she smiled as Hermione thanked her and waved goodbye. Hermione carefully inspected it, the front of the diary was plain black leather, as was the back. But on the spine of the book, there was a 1 with a heart around it, in gold lettering. Sooner then she knew it, she was at her room. The clock on the other side of the wall read 7:40, meaning Draco would still be there. Her heart skipped a beat, as she opened the door.
She was greeted, not by Draco, but by one of those disturbing cornish pixies, fluttering about. Draco soon followed, chasing the pixie around with a garbage can, in attempt to catch it. "I'll get you, you crazy blue bugger!" he shouted. He stopped when he saw Hermione, and began panting. "I hate those, nasty creatins." He confessed.
Hermione just laughed, and said "You know you have Memory Therapy in 20 minutes, right?" she enjoyed Draco's terror stricken face, as he realized he only had 20 minutes to perfect himself. He dropped the garbage can and watched as the pixie flew out into the hallway, startling an old woman walking by with a cane. Then he proceded into the bathroom.
At 8:00 Draco was all ready, and headed out the door. Hermione waved goodbye and wished him luck, hoping he would just get the hell out of the room already. She wanted to try out this diary thing. She opened the book and took out a quill and some black ink, and sat down on her bed.
'Dear Diary, my name is Hermione Granger' she paused, thinking of what to say. ' I don't have much of a memory, so I cant really tell you about me, and the only person I really know is Draco Malfoy. . .i don't really know what to say about him, he's just so. . .
**Irresistably attractive?** (a/n: ** are diary speaking parts)
'Yes. . .No! What?!?!!? How can you write back?' Hermione dipped her quill again, waiting for a response.
**Well, Wizarding diaries are quite different then muggle ones, we talk back. Now continue telling me about this Malfoy fellow . . .i'm curious**
'There's nothing to tell. He's just a guy I met in jail."
**Hummm. . .that's what they all say, isn't it. Denial?**
'I am not in denial, I am very sure I went to jail.'
**You know what I mean, You are in denial about your feelings for Draco**
'Get real' Wrote Hermione, feeling rather foolish arguing with her Diary. 'Diaries arent supposed to confuse you and tell you untruths'
**See. . .Denial. Look. . .Malfoy's coming right now. . .**
Hermione stupidly looked. **Did you look?**
'No. Of course not.'
**Liar, Liar, pants on fire.**
'You know what, you're bugging me. . .I can't handle this right now. . .'
**That's because you don't want to hear the truth, that you are falling in love with Draco Lucius Malfoy. . .**
'His middle name is Lucius?'
**Guess so. . .why do you care?**
'Shut up, I'm leaving.'
**If you insist, Goobye for now, Hermione.**
Hermione shut the diary, and put it securely in her bag, and tried to regain her mind. She had just had a conversation about her love life with a book, rather frightening. She lay down on her bed, and ate a couple of chocolate frogs that were left over from when Draco had them brought up.
Hermione would admit to the murder of that boy, she didn't do it on purpose, but she'd admit to it. And she could admit right now that she was in a psyciatric hospital talking to a book. . . but she would not admit any feelings for Draco Malfoy, because something inside her, told her it was more complicated than it seemed.
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The town had been long foresaken, nobody had been there for years. Two sillhouted figures walked down the streets. "Master. . .why are we in Bulgaria? Out of all places, why Bulgaria? Couldn't we go to Peru? Or Cancun, spring break?"
"Wormtail, you insignifigant slime. . .shut up. We are in Bulgaria, because I said so, are you doubting me, Wormtail?"
"No...No...Master." Wormtail studdered. They walked down the empty streets silently, until they came to a beat up looking building, with a dusted sign that read LIBRARY. "What are we doing here, My lord?"
"Looking for the prophecy to give me enternal power." Then he does that infamous cackle that brings chills down peoples spines. Wormtail tries to cackle along, but sounds really lame. Voldemort kicks his shin, and watches as he winces in pain.
"Sadist!" he muttered.
"Excuse me?" Voldemort said, as if he dared to insult him. Though to The Dark Lord, being called sadistic was nothing short of flattering. As Wormtail shook his head no, Voldemort opened the door, and walked gracefully through. (now when I say gracefully, I mean an evilish grace) "Start searching." He said as he pointed to a pile of books. His humble servant obeyed him. [Soon, I will have ultimate power, I will be immortal and darkness will reign] the most feared dark wizard, thought to himself.
The thought seemed to satisfy his hunger for power, as he uncharacteristically hummed a tune while browsing through a series of books, most covered in spider webs. Wormtail shrieked.
"What is it, Wormtail?" the Dark Lord replied irritated.
"A Daddy long legs. . .ew." Wormtail scuttered away dropping several books on the floor.
"Grow up will you, you pansy." Voldemort said, the same irritated tone. "Get back to searching" he barked, in his shrill voice. Wormtail picked up a book titled FORGOTTEN PROPHECIES: KEYS TO UNLOCK THE FUTURE . . .and browsed through it, while Voldemort was reading one similar.
All of a sudden, Wormtail dropped the book."Master, I think we made a very grave mistake." . . .
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Author's Note: Okay, I didn't like this chapter too much, but I thought it got better towards the end, now you all gotta wait to find out what Wormtail's mistake is! The Draco/Hermione action has been mainly fluff, and there hasn't been much agnst yet, but trust me when they find out, im gonna try and add some to it. Its not gonna be all happy "OH SCREW THE PAST AND LETS MAKE HEATED LOVE AND FORGET WHAT A BASTARD I WAS TO YOU" kinda thing. lol. I do wanna know ur opinions:
~ + ~ is the romance goin too fast? Too slow? Just right?
~ + ~ are they all pretty much in character? If not, which ones are messed up?
~ + ~ cliché free? Okay plot? And any other comments or questions in which I'll try and answer in the reviwer thank yous.
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Dangelu = yes fear not, there will be more evilness from the beloved voldie, and his lame ass pal, Wormtail. And im glad u like that's its not all about the romance, too much romance would take away from this fic's plot.
XoFireflyox = glad you hate fudge too, we should start I "I hate fudge fanclub"
Captain Oblivious = Don't count your chickens b4 they hatch, they are not offically "together" yet. lol. Just wait till they get their memories back and remember their past. Ooooh I feel the turmoil a brewin! Lol I just gave that away, but not all of it, so ha! LoL.
Paws10081 = thanks! Im glad u like it. Cute username by the way.
Nicole (orange carebear) = Thanks. I'm flattered you think it's creative, that's wut I was aimin for. Stay tuned for more updates and the romance will grow, and more information will definatley be revealed. . .
Huggs: Thanks for never flamin my fic **is relieved** Don't worry! I hope this chapter was good enuff I'll try and be quick with the next one.
Also thanks to Diamond, Bon Bon (for having dreams where I end up with Draco), Jenni , Manda and Chrisite.
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My Goal for this one is the same: 25-30 Reviews. I set my standards too high last time. So please review this, and once again, try not to flame me ( I know Huggs wont!lol) Sorry, too lazy to do a FANFICTION OF THE CHAPTER. But if you'd like to to my Bio and check out my favorite stories or favorite authors. Okay that settles that.
Until Next Time. . .
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