May 18, 2004
A/N: Hey yal, I'm finally back. I just got un-grounded, and have been super busy. Thank you so much for all the wonderful reviews. Do you guys have any ideas for me? I'd love to include them in this if at all possible.
Reviewers:
OrangeJelloIsYummy: I'm glad you are back to reading this. What do you mean, make it more English? I really don't understand that, so if you could email me sometime and explain a little further, that would be great!
Lily-james-potter2004: I'm glad you like the story, so here goes another chapter!
Kaylathe one and only: Fine, I give up!!! You can come see Troy with us!!! Just as long as Sam doesn't come...remember, this is my birthday present, and I really don't want her to come. Ask me about it later. Luv ya!
Pirate-elfgal: I really want to see that, too. Can't wait till it comes out!
CozzaGirl16: Thank you!!!
Mojo the Rock Chick Munchkin: Don't you hate getting grounded? I can't stand it 'cause I can't remember what I was talking about in my story, and then I have to go back and re-read it all, and I realize how crappy this story is.
xmaverickf14x: Yes, Hermione and Blaise finally get to talk, but something very unexpected is going to happen, so stay tuned...
Smiles28: Sorry it was so short, but I am putting a lot into this chapter, so hopefully it will make up for the shortness of the last chapter.
crzyfeorlegolas: I'll try to read your stories if I can, but it may take a while. Thanks for reading!
KrystinePotterLover: Thank You!!!!!!
DramaQueen007: Yeah, you are griping at me, and it is starting to annoy me. I can't help that my sister is four years old and acts like a brat. I can't help fighting with her. You try living with her for four stressful years and see how you end up...
Applescm: Thank you (takes a bow)!!!
Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story except the names you don't recognize, except Malfoy...
And now...the part you have all been waiting for (drum-roll, please)...
Chapter Twenty-two
Transfiguration passed by very slowly for Hermione. She tried talking to Harry and Ron, but Ron wouldn't say anything to her.
"Harry, what's wrong with Ron?" she whispered, and he shrugged. "He's your friend, doesn't he ever tell you anything?" Harry began busily scratching away on his parchment, and Hermione noticed someone standing in front of her.
"Miss Granger, is there something you would like to say to the class?" asked Professor McGonnagal. She shook her head.
"No, ma'am."
"Then I suggest you get to work on your assignment. It is due at the end of the class." She walked back to her seat at the front of the room, and Hermione pulled out her book and worked on the assignment.
A couple hours later, Professor McGonnagal stood up. "You have been working very well, and I believe I will allow you to take your assignments with you instead of turning them in now."
"Are you serious? I was finished ages ago!" Hermione squealed. Harry laughed at her, and out of the corner of her eye, she could see Ron smiling at her. When Ron saw her looking at him, he frowned and walked out of the classroom. Harry noticed the worried look on Hermione's face as they walked out of the classroom.
"If you want, I'll talk to Ron and try to see what's wrong with him," he whispered.
"Would you really?" she asked. "Harry, you are so wonderful!"
"Hermione, I have known you for seven years. What are friends for?" Just then, Ginny walked over to Harry, who greeted her with a hug and kissed her on the forehead.
"Can you two get a room?" asked Hermione, making a face.
"Hello to you, too, Hermione."
"I have homework to do. I'll catch you two later."
"Bye!!!"
Hermione came into the common room she shared with Malfoy, and found him on the couch in front of the fire.
"Where have you been? I've been looking for you everywhere!" Hermione squealed.
"I was here, waiting for you." He replied, getting off the couch and wrapping her in a big hug. He softly kissed her lips, and Hermione deepened it. When they finally broke apart, Hermione glided to the door of her bedroom.
"Want to get a room?" she asked, a smirk on her face. Draco raised an eyebrow at her questioningly. "I mean, we could always do it another time, if you aren't ready," she began, but was stopped by a protesting Malfoy.
"Don't go saying things like that. You know I want to, but the question is, are you?"
"Would I even be asking if I didn't want to?" That convinced him. Draco glided over to Hermione's room and closed the door behind him.
A few days passed, and Ron still wasn't talking to Hermione. Harry had yet to find out Ron's reasons for ignoring her, so Hermione just kept her distance from them.
Hermione woke up that sunny, Saturday morning next to Draco. She looked over at his sleeping form. His chest was slowly rising and falling, and strings of his messy, pale blonde hair was hanging in his face. She lightly brushed it away, threw back the blankets that covered her, and got out of bed. Draco suddenly shifted, and his eyes fluttered open.
"Where do you think you are going this early in the morning?" he asked.
"First, it is already past eight-thirty, and second, Blaise gets out of the hospital wing today. I want to talk to him before he gets released." She walked over to the chair where she had put her clothes the night before. She had grown to like sleeping in Draco's room. Hermione took off the t- shirt she wore to bed, and put on her favorite pair of denim jeans, a white shirt that said "Princess With Attitude", and a pair of black platform flip- flops. She walked over to Draco, who was still in bed, leaned over, and kissed him softly on the lips. She went to pull away, but was surprised when Draco pulled her closer, causing her to fall on top of him. He deepened the kiss, which lasted for a couple of minutes.
"You aren't going anywhere without me," he said. "Give me a minute, and I'll be dressed before you can say the word Quidditch." He got up and went over to his closet.
"Quidditch," said Hermione, a smirk on her face.
"I didn't mean it literally," he replied, as he pulled on his normal black slacks and white button-up shirt. He put on a black cloak, walked over to Hermione, and offered his arm to her. She readily took it.
"Don't you ever wear anything besides that?"
Draco looked over his outfit, and imagined himself wearing a pair of baggy jeans he once saw a muggle wearing. He made a face, and madly shook his head. "Nope, and I don't plan to any time soon in the future. You better learn to like what I'm wearing, 'cause that's all I plan on ever wearing." He gave her a satisfied look.
"Who says I'm going to be with you after school is out?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, let's just say I have a feeling."
The couple walked through the halls, and received many strange looks from their peers. Draco had had enough of it. He turned to a pair of second years and pulled out his wand.
"Do you guys have a reason for staring at us?" he asked, making Hermione turn slightly pink.
"N...no...we were...we were just..."
"I suggest, if you all have nothing to say to us," he said, gesturing at the students who had stopped to see what was happening, "that you stop staring at us like we are animals in the zoo." He heard Hermione sigh, and they continued on, ignoring the whispers of the students behind them. When they finally reached the steps of the hospital wing, Hermione let go of Draco's arm, smiled at him, and ran up the stairs two at a time. Draco followed behind at a slightly slower pace, but quickened them when he heard a blood-curdling scream. When he reached the top, he saw Hermione on her knees, crying into hands. He looked over at the form of Blaise.
The dead form of Blaise.
Small trails of fresh blood ran down the corners of his mouth. A small bubble of blood lied on his lips. There was a hole in his shirt, which was bloodstained, from where he had been stabbed in the chest. There was a little pool of blood on the floor, for his arm was hanging off the side of the bed, and he had been cut right at the wrist. His face was very pale, and Draco finally had to look away. It was a horrible sight. Draco got down on his knees, and Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and sobbed into his shoulder.
"Why would someone do something so horrible to Blaise?" came the muffled voice of Hermione.
"I don't know, but I promise you, I will find out who killed him."
A/N: Hey, what did you guys think of this? Was it suspenseful enough? Who do you think killed Blaise? I'm not giving out any names, 'cause I really don't know. I'll figure it out, but I'd like to know who you think killed them, what should happen to that certain character, and why they did it. That would be awesome if you guys could send that in. Please review!!! Thanks!!!
Elven at Heart
A/N: Hey yal, I'm finally back. I just got un-grounded, and have been super busy. Thank you so much for all the wonderful reviews. Do you guys have any ideas for me? I'd love to include them in this if at all possible.
Reviewers:
OrangeJelloIsYummy: I'm glad you are back to reading this. What do you mean, make it more English? I really don't understand that, so if you could email me sometime and explain a little further, that would be great!
Lily-james-potter2004: I'm glad you like the story, so here goes another chapter!
Kaylathe one and only: Fine, I give up!!! You can come see Troy with us!!! Just as long as Sam doesn't come...remember, this is my birthday present, and I really don't want her to come. Ask me about it later. Luv ya!
Pirate-elfgal: I really want to see that, too. Can't wait till it comes out!
CozzaGirl16: Thank you!!!
Mojo the Rock Chick Munchkin: Don't you hate getting grounded? I can't stand it 'cause I can't remember what I was talking about in my story, and then I have to go back and re-read it all, and I realize how crappy this story is.
xmaverickf14x: Yes, Hermione and Blaise finally get to talk, but something very unexpected is going to happen, so stay tuned...
Smiles28: Sorry it was so short, but I am putting a lot into this chapter, so hopefully it will make up for the shortness of the last chapter.
crzyfeorlegolas: I'll try to read your stories if I can, but it may take a while. Thanks for reading!
KrystinePotterLover: Thank You!!!!!!
DramaQueen007: Yeah, you are griping at me, and it is starting to annoy me. I can't help that my sister is four years old and acts like a brat. I can't help fighting with her. You try living with her for four stressful years and see how you end up...
Applescm: Thank you (takes a bow)!!!
Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story except the names you don't recognize, except Malfoy...
And now...the part you have all been waiting for (drum-roll, please)...
Chapter Twenty-two
Transfiguration passed by very slowly for Hermione. She tried talking to Harry and Ron, but Ron wouldn't say anything to her.
"Harry, what's wrong with Ron?" she whispered, and he shrugged. "He's your friend, doesn't he ever tell you anything?" Harry began busily scratching away on his parchment, and Hermione noticed someone standing in front of her.
"Miss Granger, is there something you would like to say to the class?" asked Professor McGonnagal. She shook her head.
"No, ma'am."
"Then I suggest you get to work on your assignment. It is due at the end of the class." She walked back to her seat at the front of the room, and Hermione pulled out her book and worked on the assignment.
A couple hours later, Professor McGonnagal stood up. "You have been working very well, and I believe I will allow you to take your assignments with you instead of turning them in now."
"Are you serious? I was finished ages ago!" Hermione squealed. Harry laughed at her, and out of the corner of her eye, she could see Ron smiling at her. When Ron saw her looking at him, he frowned and walked out of the classroom. Harry noticed the worried look on Hermione's face as they walked out of the classroom.
"If you want, I'll talk to Ron and try to see what's wrong with him," he whispered.
"Would you really?" she asked. "Harry, you are so wonderful!"
"Hermione, I have known you for seven years. What are friends for?" Just then, Ginny walked over to Harry, who greeted her with a hug and kissed her on the forehead.
"Can you two get a room?" asked Hermione, making a face.
"Hello to you, too, Hermione."
"I have homework to do. I'll catch you two later."
"Bye!!!"
Hermione came into the common room she shared with Malfoy, and found him on the couch in front of the fire.
"Where have you been? I've been looking for you everywhere!" Hermione squealed.
"I was here, waiting for you." He replied, getting off the couch and wrapping her in a big hug. He softly kissed her lips, and Hermione deepened it. When they finally broke apart, Hermione glided to the door of her bedroom.
"Want to get a room?" she asked, a smirk on her face. Draco raised an eyebrow at her questioningly. "I mean, we could always do it another time, if you aren't ready," she began, but was stopped by a protesting Malfoy.
"Don't go saying things like that. You know I want to, but the question is, are you?"
"Would I even be asking if I didn't want to?" That convinced him. Draco glided over to Hermione's room and closed the door behind him.
A few days passed, and Ron still wasn't talking to Hermione. Harry had yet to find out Ron's reasons for ignoring her, so Hermione just kept her distance from them.
Hermione woke up that sunny, Saturday morning next to Draco. She looked over at his sleeping form. His chest was slowly rising and falling, and strings of his messy, pale blonde hair was hanging in his face. She lightly brushed it away, threw back the blankets that covered her, and got out of bed. Draco suddenly shifted, and his eyes fluttered open.
"Where do you think you are going this early in the morning?" he asked.
"First, it is already past eight-thirty, and second, Blaise gets out of the hospital wing today. I want to talk to him before he gets released." She walked over to the chair where she had put her clothes the night before. She had grown to like sleeping in Draco's room. Hermione took off the t- shirt she wore to bed, and put on her favorite pair of denim jeans, a white shirt that said "Princess With Attitude", and a pair of black platform flip- flops. She walked over to Draco, who was still in bed, leaned over, and kissed him softly on the lips. She went to pull away, but was surprised when Draco pulled her closer, causing her to fall on top of him. He deepened the kiss, which lasted for a couple of minutes.
"You aren't going anywhere without me," he said. "Give me a minute, and I'll be dressed before you can say the word Quidditch." He got up and went over to his closet.
"Quidditch," said Hermione, a smirk on her face.
"I didn't mean it literally," he replied, as he pulled on his normal black slacks and white button-up shirt. He put on a black cloak, walked over to Hermione, and offered his arm to her. She readily took it.
"Don't you ever wear anything besides that?"
Draco looked over his outfit, and imagined himself wearing a pair of baggy jeans he once saw a muggle wearing. He made a face, and madly shook his head. "Nope, and I don't plan to any time soon in the future. You better learn to like what I'm wearing, 'cause that's all I plan on ever wearing." He gave her a satisfied look.
"Who says I'm going to be with you after school is out?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, let's just say I have a feeling."
The couple walked through the halls, and received many strange looks from their peers. Draco had had enough of it. He turned to a pair of second years and pulled out his wand.
"Do you guys have a reason for staring at us?" he asked, making Hermione turn slightly pink.
"N...no...we were...we were just..."
"I suggest, if you all have nothing to say to us," he said, gesturing at the students who had stopped to see what was happening, "that you stop staring at us like we are animals in the zoo." He heard Hermione sigh, and they continued on, ignoring the whispers of the students behind them. When they finally reached the steps of the hospital wing, Hermione let go of Draco's arm, smiled at him, and ran up the stairs two at a time. Draco followed behind at a slightly slower pace, but quickened them when he heard a blood-curdling scream. When he reached the top, he saw Hermione on her knees, crying into hands. He looked over at the form of Blaise.
The dead form of Blaise.
Small trails of fresh blood ran down the corners of his mouth. A small bubble of blood lied on his lips. There was a hole in his shirt, which was bloodstained, from where he had been stabbed in the chest. There was a little pool of blood on the floor, for his arm was hanging off the side of the bed, and he had been cut right at the wrist. His face was very pale, and Draco finally had to look away. It was a horrible sight. Draco got down on his knees, and Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and sobbed into his shoulder.
"Why would someone do something so horrible to Blaise?" came the muffled voice of Hermione.
"I don't know, but I promise you, I will find out who killed him."
A/N: Hey, what did you guys think of this? Was it suspenseful enough? Who do you think killed Blaise? I'm not giving out any names, 'cause I really don't know. I'll figure it out, but I'd like to know who you think killed them, what should happen to that certain character, and why they did it. That would be awesome if you guys could send that in. Please review!!! Thanks!!!
Elven at Heart