DISCLAIMER: Shoot! I just realised I'd forgotten to put the disclaimer! Argh! All right, I don't own any of the characters, they all belong to J.K. Rowling.
AN: For all those people who are protesting against another DMHG romancey thing, don't worry about that, just keep reading. It may be a while for the romance to start up, and it may or may not be between Draco and Hermione. When I wrote the first chapter, I was toying with that idea, but after seeing a couple of your reviews, it may not be the best way to go. But who knows?
Thank you to all the kind people who have reviewed my story. Luv ya all!
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The first lesson of the year was Potions with the Slytherins. Ron groaned as he thought about Malfoy and the stupid oafs he had for friends, teasing him about his family and friends . . . the very thought of it caused his face to turn slightly purple with anger.
"What's up with you?" Harry asked.
"Nothing . . . Potions with Slytherins," Ron replied.
"Don't let them get to you," Harry said cheerfully, and Ron wondered why he was so happy today. "It's no use getting all hot and bothered about them because that'll make them happy to see you annoyed."
Ron snorted, but did not reply.
Once they finished breakfast, Ron looked around and realised that Hermione wasn't with them. "Where's Herm? With Ginny?"
Harry shrugged.
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Draco woke up that same morning feeling dreadful. He went to the bathroom only to find that Hermione was already inside, and had locked the door. Banging his fist against the door, he yelled irritably, "Hurry up Granger!"
"Patience is a virtue," Hermione replied calmly, and that annoyed Draco more. He wandered away from the bathroom into the Head Boy and Girl Common Room, where he kicked a chair to let out his anger.
The door opened a few minutes later, and Hermione smiled innocently at Draco. "You can use it now."
He let out an angry roar and passed her without another word. Hermione smiled indulgently for a moment, and then shook her head, scolding herself. "Don't be sadistic," she told herself. She glanced at her watch. "Oh no! Late!" She hurriedly jammed her books and quills into her brown bag and ran off to Potions as quickly as she could.
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Ten minutes late. Draco smirked to himself when he thought of how Professor Snape had never given him a detention before, or deducted points from the Slytherin House. Feeling complacent, he strolled into the dungeons where he expected Snape to be terrorising Neville, or taking points off Gryffindor for something trivial.
But Professor Snape wasn't there at all.
The class was in the dungeon, the Gryffindors looking pleased that Snape was late, while the Slytherins appeared a little concerned about where their House teacher was, but not so fussed as to do something about it. Draco stared at this awkward scene for a moment. It wasn't like Professor Snape to be late to class, he was always on time. What was going on?
A few metres away, Harry, Hermione and Ron were talking together in low voices.
"Where can Snape be?" Harry asked, concerned. Although he hated Snape, he knew that Snape was in the Order, and if anything had happened to him . . .
"Who cares?" Ron said, smirking a little. "One less git in the world."
"What do you mean, 'Who cares?'" Hermione gave Ron a sharp look, and instantly his smirk vanished. "Professor Dumbledore will care, the Order will care, I care! What if he was doing something for the Order and something happened to him? Maybe Voldemort already has some sort of plan . . ."
"Then why would he kill off Snape?" Ron asked lazily. "He thinks he's a Death Eater, right?"
"Sometimes you can be so brainless, Ron," Harry said, a little annoyed at his best friend's thickness. "What if Voldemort found out? Then he would be sure to kill him off straightaway."
"He's doing the world a favour," Ron muttered, though Harry and Hermione didn't hear.
Normally, Hermione would have given Ron a lecture, or scolded him for his words, but this time, she chuckled a little, and Ron gave her a strange smile. Harry watched his two friends and wondered if there was something that they both weren't telling him.
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"Albus," Professor McGonagall said, as she entered the Headmaster's office. "Mr Potter and his friends have come to inform me that Severus hasn't gone to his class."
The Headmaster of Hogwarts looked up at the worried teacher, and then asked, "Was he called away last night?"
"If his Mark burned, he didn't mention it to me," McGonagall replied.
"Ah," Dumbledore said. He stared down at his desk for a moment, and then said, "If he has not returned, I am afraid Voldemort has found him out."
Minerva McGonagall had expected this. Her face not showing any emotion, she asked, "What should we do?"
"For now?" Dumbledore sighed. "Get a new Potions Master. And find out how Voldemort caught Severus."
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Two choices. He had two choices. Option # 1 was to return to the Dark Side . . . to become a Death Eater once he finished school, as his parents had wished for him, and perhaps his mother might accept him as her son once more. Option # 2 was to crawl up to Dumbledore and hope that the Headmaster would believe him when he said that he detested the Dark Lord, and his father, and that he would help the Headmaster defeat the Dark Lord.
Both sounded rather unappealing to Draco.
But he had to choose one.
"What to do, what to do?" he muttered to himself. He looked up and saw Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle and the other Slytherins joking around with each other, and getting on the Gryffindors' nerves. He used to be happy with them, but now . . .
Professor Snape still hadn't showed up, but Professor McGonagall had told them that they may have a free period, as Snape was not to be found. The class had decided to stay in the dungeon until their next class. Draco cursed under his breath, wishing that his favourite teacher was here, so that he could seek his advice.
Disgusted with the way the Slytherins were acting -- right now, they were making awful childish faces at the Gryffindors -- Draco turned and looked at Potter and his two sidekicks. They were sitting close together, discussing something in soft voices so that no one else could hear. What were they up to?
Hermione suddenly started giggling, and Ron was smiling. Harry looked a little confused. Draco almost smirked at the look on Harry's face, when Ron's arm snaked around Hermione and wrapped itself around her waist. At first, she looked a little surprised too, and then smiled back at Ron, who had at first looked rather surprised at himself at his own daring.
Suddenly, Hermione turned and caught Draco staring. He turned away and pretended he had been staring at the floor the whole time. For the first time in his life, he felt rather sheepish around a girl.
Sorry, a rather boring chapter, but if I didn't have it in here then nothing would make sense o.O
AN: For all those people who are protesting against another DMHG romancey thing, don't worry about that, just keep reading. It may be a while for the romance to start up, and it may or may not be between Draco and Hermione. When I wrote the first chapter, I was toying with that idea, but after seeing a couple of your reviews, it may not be the best way to go. But who knows?
Thank you to all the kind people who have reviewed my story. Luv ya all!
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The first lesson of the year was Potions with the Slytherins. Ron groaned as he thought about Malfoy and the stupid oafs he had for friends, teasing him about his family and friends . . . the very thought of it caused his face to turn slightly purple with anger.
"What's up with you?" Harry asked.
"Nothing . . . Potions with Slytherins," Ron replied.
"Don't let them get to you," Harry said cheerfully, and Ron wondered why he was so happy today. "It's no use getting all hot and bothered about them because that'll make them happy to see you annoyed."
Ron snorted, but did not reply.
Once they finished breakfast, Ron looked around and realised that Hermione wasn't with them. "Where's Herm? With Ginny?"
Harry shrugged.
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Draco woke up that same morning feeling dreadful. He went to the bathroom only to find that Hermione was already inside, and had locked the door. Banging his fist against the door, he yelled irritably, "Hurry up Granger!"
"Patience is a virtue," Hermione replied calmly, and that annoyed Draco more. He wandered away from the bathroom into the Head Boy and Girl Common Room, where he kicked a chair to let out his anger.
The door opened a few minutes later, and Hermione smiled innocently at Draco. "You can use it now."
He let out an angry roar and passed her without another word. Hermione smiled indulgently for a moment, and then shook her head, scolding herself. "Don't be sadistic," she told herself. She glanced at her watch. "Oh no! Late!" She hurriedly jammed her books and quills into her brown bag and ran off to Potions as quickly as she could.
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Ten minutes late. Draco smirked to himself when he thought of how Professor Snape had never given him a detention before, or deducted points from the Slytherin House. Feeling complacent, he strolled into the dungeons where he expected Snape to be terrorising Neville, or taking points off Gryffindor for something trivial.
But Professor Snape wasn't there at all.
The class was in the dungeon, the Gryffindors looking pleased that Snape was late, while the Slytherins appeared a little concerned about where their House teacher was, but not so fussed as to do something about it. Draco stared at this awkward scene for a moment. It wasn't like Professor Snape to be late to class, he was always on time. What was going on?
A few metres away, Harry, Hermione and Ron were talking together in low voices.
"Where can Snape be?" Harry asked, concerned. Although he hated Snape, he knew that Snape was in the Order, and if anything had happened to him . . .
"Who cares?" Ron said, smirking a little. "One less git in the world."
"What do you mean, 'Who cares?'" Hermione gave Ron a sharp look, and instantly his smirk vanished. "Professor Dumbledore will care, the Order will care, I care! What if he was doing something for the Order and something happened to him? Maybe Voldemort already has some sort of plan . . ."
"Then why would he kill off Snape?" Ron asked lazily. "He thinks he's a Death Eater, right?"
"Sometimes you can be so brainless, Ron," Harry said, a little annoyed at his best friend's thickness. "What if Voldemort found out? Then he would be sure to kill him off straightaway."
"He's doing the world a favour," Ron muttered, though Harry and Hermione didn't hear.
Normally, Hermione would have given Ron a lecture, or scolded him for his words, but this time, she chuckled a little, and Ron gave her a strange smile. Harry watched his two friends and wondered if there was something that they both weren't telling him.
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"Albus," Professor McGonagall said, as she entered the Headmaster's office. "Mr Potter and his friends have come to inform me that Severus hasn't gone to his class."
The Headmaster of Hogwarts looked up at the worried teacher, and then asked, "Was he called away last night?"
"If his Mark burned, he didn't mention it to me," McGonagall replied.
"Ah," Dumbledore said. He stared down at his desk for a moment, and then said, "If he has not returned, I am afraid Voldemort has found him out."
Minerva McGonagall had expected this. Her face not showing any emotion, she asked, "What should we do?"
"For now?" Dumbledore sighed. "Get a new Potions Master. And find out how Voldemort caught Severus."
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Two choices. He had two choices. Option # 1 was to return to the Dark Side . . . to become a Death Eater once he finished school, as his parents had wished for him, and perhaps his mother might accept him as her son once more. Option # 2 was to crawl up to Dumbledore and hope that the Headmaster would believe him when he said that he detested the Dark Lord, and his father, and that he would help the Headmaster defeat the Dark Lord.
Both sounded rather unappealing to Draco.
But he had to choose one.
"What to do, what to do?" he muttered to himself. He looked up and saw Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle and the other Slytherins joking around with each other, and getting on the Gryffindors' nerves. He used to be happy with them, but now . . .
Professor Snape still hadn't showed up, but Professor McGonagall had told them that they may have a free period, as Snape was not to be found. The class had decided to stay in the dungeon until their next class. Draco cursed under his breath, wishing that his favourite teacher was here, so that he could seek his advice.
Disgusted with the way the Slytherins were acting -- right now, they were making awful childish faces at the Gryffindors -- Draco turned and looked at Potter and his two sidekicks. They were sitting close together, discussing something in soft voices so that no one else could hear. What were they up to?
Hermione suddenly started giggling, and Ron was smiling. Harry looked a little confused. Draco almost smirked at the look on Harry's face, when Ron's arm snaked around Hermione and wrapped itself around her waist. At first, she looked a little surprised too, and then smiled back at Ron, who had at first looked rather surprised at himself at his own daring.
Suddenly, Hermione turned and caught Draco staring. He turned away and pretended he had been staring at the floor the whole time. For the first time in his life, he felt rather sheepish around a girl.
Sorry, a rather boring chapter, but if I didn't have it in here then nothing would make sense o.O