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A/N: Fifth chapter! VERY LONG! AND I HATE FANFICTION.NET! THEY DELETED A NEW BEGINNING BECAUSE I FORGOT TO TAKE OUT THE AUTHOR'S NOTES! I'M READY TO KILL! AND THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN POSTED A WEEK AFTER I ACTUALLY TYPED IT. I'M NOT ALLOWED TO UPDATE ON FFNET FOR A WHOLE WEEK!!! GRRRRRRR! Sorry for the outburst.. Please stay with this story despite my bad temper! You guys asked for the musings Inferna and Kito. If you can't remember which muses these two are, read the bottom of the last chapter. And..*sniffle sniffle* nobody loves Nell. Nobody seems to love Lucius either. Or Seranheiti! Or Dagger! *cuddles Dagger* He may be evil and heartless, but he's still yummeh! Inferna and Kito would like to say a few words.
Inferna: *punches whoever didn't say they wanted her to be the muse in this chapter* Yer a bunch o' eedjits! An' I'll keel anybody tha' doesn't say they want me t'oppear in da next chapta! (I think Inferna was a pirate in her past life.)
Kito: *winks at everyone who picked him* I think all of you will enjoy this chapter. And I think *someone* is trying to turn *someone* into me. *glares slightly at Kat Davi*
Hehehe okay. AND GREY SQUIRREL MADE ANOTHER APPEARANCE MWUHAHAHAHA! To the disclaimer! Enjoy! Read and Review!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, and I do not own any of the Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel characters. I don't own the song 'Can you feel the love tonight?' by Elton John. I wish I owned Draco and Spike, but I don't. BUT! I OWN THE EAST TOWER! *giggles* But, I do own the crazed, gray squirrel.
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Frisky Furball
Hermione sat down at the Gryffindor table beside Ginny, who was currently eating a ham and cheese omelet. Hermione grabbed a mug and it immediately filled with French roast coffee, her favorite flavor. A salad with boiled eggs and bacon bits added in appeared in the bowl before her.
Ginny smiled. "Mione, do you ever eat a normal breakfast?" the girl asked after swallowing a piece of her breakfast.
Hermione laughed softly. "Of course not. I'm not the average girl, Ginny," she replied as she pulled a book out of her cauldron.
Ginny shook her head in mock disdain and returned to her meal. Hermione opened her book and began to read into the future chapters so that she would be prepared for the coming lessons, occasionally taking a bite of her salad.
Suddenly, she had the creepy feeling that she was being watched. She looked up, only to meet Draco's penetrating gaze. He was glaring at her!
'Oh great. He's in denial,' her mind whispered.
He smirked and turned around. Hermione frowned at his behavior but looked at her watch.
"Ginny, I'm going to go to Potions early so that I can set up," se said.
Ginny nodded and returned to her food. Hermione put her book back into her cauldron and left the Great Hall. Shivers ran up and down her spine as she slipped into the dungeons.
'Why are the dungeons so deserted?' her mind wondered.
She quickly turned around, but nobody was there. She thought she had heard the swish of fabric. She frowned and continued walking towards Potions class. She whipped around again, swearing that she had heard it again. But no one was there. She mentally labeled herself paranoid before continuing down to her destination. She yelped as something launched itself onto her. It pinned her down, having the courtesy to place its hand under her head to prevent her from smacking her head off of the stone floor. She reluctantly opened her eyes to see her captor, who was actually straddling her waist to keep her pinned to the ground.
"Draco?" she asked in a spooked pitch of voice.
Draco smirked. "YOU stole MY flavor of coffee," he accused.
Her eyes widened before narrowing dangerously. She smacked his bicep (which she was quick to note that it was very firm) and glared at him.
"Draco! You scared the holy bujeebus out of me!" she yelled in frustration.
A low, knee-weakening chuckle escaped his lips in humor. "You should have seen your face!" he exclaimed and got off of her before helping her up.
She sent a half-hearted glare towards him as she picked up her spilled books and put them back into her cauldron.
"Aw, come on 'Mione, I was just having some fun," he whined and followed her as she continued on to class.
Hermione mentally smirked as she continued to bare the cold shoulder. She slipped into the Potions classroom and found her seat. She took her books out of her cauldron as Draco entered. His cauldron already sat on his desk. Hermione set out her ingredients set. She promptly ignored Draco's pleading gaze.
Students began to file in as time progressed. Hermione watched the crowd of students. No red hair or oddly shaped scars. She mentally groaned, knowing that Harry and Ron would probably be late. She looked at her watch. They had exactly ten seconds to get to class.
9.8.7.6.
She could hear rushed footsteps.
5.4.3.
Harry and Ron ran in and sat down on both of her sides, dumping their books out of their cauldrons and hastily setting up their equipment.
2.1.
Professor Snape glided into the room just as Ron set up his last vial of phoenix tears. Snape's gaze swept over the room in observation, finding no flaws except for the usual. The usual flaws were the Gryffindors, themselves.
"Today class, we'll be concocting a truth serum. We will be testing them when you finish," he explained.
Hermione watched in mild amusement as Neville slid down in his seat. Snape noticed this as well and sneered.
"Sit up Longbottom! There will be no slouching in my classroom! Ten points from Gryffindor!" he snapped causing every Gryffindor to sit up. All except Slytherin, who were too lazy and confident to budge.
"The ingredients and directions are on the board. I warn you, make a mistake and the result will be fatal," he stated as he waved his wand at the chalkboard, causing words and numbers to appear on its smooth, black surface.
"So much for foolish wand waving," Ron muttered, making Hermione smile knowingly. Harry's eyes glinted with mirth at Ron's comment.
"Partners are as follows: Crabbe and Weasley, Thomas and Goyle, Potter and Malfoy, Finnigan and Zabini, Granger and Parkinson, Patil and." he droned on with the pairings, ignoring the murderous glares he was receiving.
Hermione felt like banging her head off of her desk. 'Why couldn't I be paired up with Malfoy?' her mind whined.
If she had thought that a week ago she would have started laughing insanely and personally reserve an insanity ward for herself at St. Mungo's.
Pug-faced Parkinson.
She involuntarily shuddered at the thought of the annoying bitch with the caked makeup. She turned slightly in her seat to look at the said annoyance. Pansy's face was screwed up in disgust as she glared at her. Or. was that how Parkinson always looked?
Hermione reluctantly stood and joined Parkinson at her table. Parkinson sneered at her. "Don't botch my potion, Mudblood," she hissed.
Hermione rolled her eyes at how pathetic Pansy was. Everyone knew Pansy couldn't even make coffee.
Ten minutes later, Snape was explaining something to an oddly enthusiastic Slytherin when the door burst open. Fred and Spike barged into the classroom. Fred walked over to Snape and began talking to him.
Draco set the flames beneath his cauldron so that the potion simmered. He got up to fetch an ingredient from the ingredient cabinet.
Spike quickly picked up Draco's vial of mandrake juice and replaced it with a vial of a purplish silver substance while Harry wandered off to do who knows what. Spike put the mandrake juice in his pocket and stepped away from Draco's work area.
Potter was heading back, so Spike quickly pulled him over to ask him a few pointless questions. Draco returned to his cauldron and read the instructions. Add mandrake juice. He quickly grabbed the labeled vial and poured the cold liquid into his potion.
'Is Hermione still mad at me?' he thought.
The surface began to boil as soon as the liquid mixed with the potion. "Oh no." was all he muttered as the potion exploded, drenching him in the surprisingly cool liquid.
A searing pain came over his body. It felt like his bones were shattering. He doubled over in pain, letting out an agonized yell.
Spike immediately jumped into action as Snape looked up.
"Granger! Take Malfoy to the Hospital Wing! Quickly!" he yelled.
Hermione put a freezing charm on her potion and levitated Draco out of the room and into the Hospital Wing. The mediwitch bustled over and gently placed him on a bed. The woman frowned and rolled him onto his side. There was a bulge on his lower back.
Hermione closed her eyes as the woman took off his pants and boxers before turning him so that he lay on his front. Hermione parted her fingers slightly and gasped.
A line of bones was growing from his tailbone. Muscles were forming over the bone and constructing into a tail. Madam Promphrey (AN: I can't remember how to spell it.) closed the curtain around the bed. Hermione closed and rubbed her eyes. She could just imagine how much it would hurt to grow a tail. She shuddered at the thought.
Draco's pained yells soon diminished. Madam Promphrey pulled open the curtain and allowed Hermione to visit.
'No, I don't want her to see me like this. She'll laugh at me,' she heard Draco say.
"Draco, I would never laugh at you," she replied.
She closed the curtain behind her and gazed down at him. She was shocked, to say the least. Midnight black triangulars protruded from his white- blonde locks. His long black tail was curled around his body, which was curled up into a fetal position on the bed. It would have been incredibly adorable had it not been Draco.
"What are you talking about?" he asked, looking at her in a quizzical manner.
Hermione arched a perfectly sculpted brow. "Didn't you just say that I would laugh at you?" she asked.
Draco shook his head. "No."
Hermione smiled. "You look like a cat that one would cuddle with. I'll have to keep Crookshanks away from you. Crookshanks is gay," she stated and laughed softly.
Draco glared at her in anger at being made fun of.
"Yeah? Well sod off! Nobody gives a flying fuck about you, you mudblood!" he yelled as he sat up.
Hermione's eyes seemed to flash with anger, and was that a hint of sadness?
'I can't believe it. He called me mudblood. I was only playing around. I'd never make fun of him,' she thought.
'Wait.' Draco thought. 'How did I hear her thoughts?'
'Draco, the truth serum, somehow it turned into a potion that allows us to read each other's thoughts,' she replied within her thoughts.
"Oh. Shit." Draco closed his eyes and rubbed his closed lids.
"Draco, we should see Snape about this. He could fix all of this," she stated.
Draco crossed his arms over his chest. "I am not going into public like this," he retorted.
Hermione sighed and massaged her temples." Maybe Spike and Fred will let you stay in the music room," she replied.
Draco rolled his eyes. "That means I'll have to leave this room, where other people will see me," he replied.
Hermione pressed her index finger to her bottom lip as she thought.
"I know what we can do."
~*~
Draco quirked an eyebrow as Hermione walked back into the Infirmary with a silver cloak draped over her arm. She seemed rather pleased with herself.
"How is an over-sized cloak going to help us? No offense, Mione, but I don't need any old cloak," he commented dryly.
"Contrary to belief, Draco, this isn't just any old cloak," she replied as she draped the cloak over him.
Draco looked down at himself but found himself looking at nothing but thin air.
"It's an invisibility cloak," she added.
Draco felt both of his brows raise as he examined his seemingly nonexistent body in surprise.
"Wow," he commented.
"Spike and Fred said you can move into the music room. Dumbledore said I can help you with homework that will be delivered to you via house elf. They said we need to be under this cloak since Filch is out and around the east tower tonight," she explained.
Draco merely nodded.
"So.we'll both be under the cloak," he analyzed as he rubbed the silky material between his thumb and index finger.
Hermione paused in thought. "Err.yes," he mumbled.
'Oh crap!' his mind yelled.
'Hey! Turn down the volume in there! I'm not that bad!' her mind yelled back.
A sheepish smile played across his pale lips.
'Heh heh. sorry 'bout that,' his mind whispered back to her.
"Let's go."
~*~
"Ow! Granger! You stepped on my tail!" he hissed loudly, his ears flattening against his head.
'Draco! Keep your mouth shut and think! I'm sorry!' she yelled through her mind.
"What was that?" snarled someone who was coming towards the corner. They both froze.
'Filch.' their minds whispered in unison.
Draco cast around and caught sight of a broom closet. He quickly dragged Hermione into the closet and quietly shut the door. Hearing a sharp intake of breath, he looked down to see that Hermione was pressed up against him, trying to get herself into a position so that she would avoid knocking over the brooms. She could find no such position. Without thinking much, he quickly sent a silent message to her.
'Wrap your legs around my waist so that you don't knock anything over,' he silently ordered.
Her eyes widened in shock before she obediently jumped up and locked her legs around his lean waist, wrapping her arms around his neck so that she wouldn't fall.
"I don't see anyone Miss Norris," Filch grumbled outside of the door, his voice sounding somewhat disappointed.
Hermione and Draco held their breaths until Filch's footsteps faded away.
They both let out their breaths at the same time, an air of relief surrounding them.
'Why Granger, I never knew you were so frisky,' he commented with his inner voice.
'Watch who you're calling frisky, Furball," she replied, her mind's voice echoing slightly within his own mind.
'A Furball? At least I'm not all over you like a rabbit in heat!' he exclaimed back, arching an eyebrow.
An evil glint sprung to her eyes as she reached around and yanked on his tail. The stunt would either cause severe pain or.
She hastily clamped her hand over his mouth to muffle him as he yowled. His eyes glazed over as he turned her around and pressed her up against the wall. Involuntarily, a moan escaped her parted lips as he pressed himself against her. Her legs were still securely wrapped around his waist. She could distinctly feel the heating coming from his nether region. or was that heat coming from her.
The glaze over his eyes faded as an embarrassed blush sprung to her cheeks.
'Oh how I wished I could get her to moan for me like that again,' his mind whispered.
Hermione's eyes widened as she heard his thought. She quickly pushed open the door and stumbled out. Draco awkwardly followed her out, his face ashen.
They quickly made it to the music room. Hermione helped him make a bed out of the poufs and blankets. When ten o'clock rolled around, Hermione got up to leave, but Draco grabbed her arm.
"Granger. Hermione, will you stay here with me tonight? I don't want to be alone," his voice softened to a meek whisper.
He looked at her pleadingly, feeling pitiful and vulnerable as his ears pressed back in an innocent manner. Hermione managed a small smile.
"Of course, Draco."
So they went to sleep, a few feet away from each other, still wary of what ha happened. They were unknowing to what odd event would happen in the morning.
~*~
The squirrel sat on Dumbledore's windowsill, singing loudly with its high voice.
"Can you feel the love tonight?" it sung.
Dumbledore looked up, seeing that the squirrel had stolen one of his legendary lemon drops. His eyes widened and he fainted in shock. No one had ever dared to steal HIS lemon drops. The squirrel snickered evilly. Oh, he could definitely entertain himself with Dumbledore. Oh yes he could!
Little did the students and professors know that a small war would soon take place between the gray squirrel and the almighty Dumbledore. Dumbledore, the almighty smiter that smites all that need to be smited.
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A/N: *sways on spot* My knuckles hurt. ow. so tired. How many words are there? Six pages and over 2,800 words. But I know there has to be more than that! It took forever to type this! Oh well. PLEASE REVIEW FOR THIS CHAPTER! I WANT TO FEEL LOVED!
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A/N: Fifth chapter! VERY LONG! AND I HATE FANFICTION.NET! THEY DELETED A NEW BEGINNING BECAUSE I FORGOT TO TAKE OUT THE AUTHOR'S NOTES! I'M READY TO KILL! AND THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN POSTED A WEEK AFTER I ACTUALLY TYPED IT. I'M NOT ALLOWED TO UPDATE ON FFNET FOR A WHOLE WEEK!!! GRRRRRRR! Sorry for the outburst.. Please stay with this story despite my bad temper! You guys asked for the musings Inferna and Kito. If you can't remember which muses these two are, read the bottom of the last chapter. And..*sniffle sniffle* nobody loves Nell. Nobody seems to love Lucius either. Or Seranheiti! Or Dagger! *cuddles Dagger* He may be evil and heartless, but he's still yummeh! Inferna and Kito would like to say a few words.
Inferna: *punches whoever didn't say they wanted her to be the muse in this chapter* Yer a bunch o' eedjits! An' I'll keel anybody tha' doesn't say they want me t'oppear in da next chapta! (I think Inferna was a pirate in her past life.)
Kito: *winks at everyone who picked him* I think all of you will enjoy this chapter. And I think *someone* is trying to turn *someone* into me. *glares slightly at Kat Davi*
Hehehe okay. AND GREY SQUIRREL MADE ANOTHER APPEARANCE MWUHAHAHAHA! To the disclaimer! Enjoy! Read and Review!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, and I do not own any of the Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel characters. I don't own the song 'Can you feel the love tonight?' by Elton John. I wish I owned Draco and Spike, but I don't. BUT! I OWN THE EAST TOWER! *giggles* But, I do own the crazed, gray squirrel.
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Frisky Furball
Hermione sat down at the Gryffindor table beside Ginny, who was currently eating a ham and cheese omelet. Hermione grabbed a mug and it immediately filled with French roast coffee, her favorite flavor. A salad with boiled eggs and bacon bits added in appeared in the bowl before her.
Ginny smiled. "Mione, do you ever eat a normal breakfast?" the girl asked after swallowing a piece of her breakfast.
Hermione laughed softly. "Of course not. I'm not the average girl, Ginny," she replied as she pulled a book out of her cauldron.
Ginny shook her head in mock disdain and returned to her meal. Hermione opened her book and began to read into the future chapters so that she would be prepared for the coming lessons, occasionally taking a bite of her salad.
Suddenly, she had the creepy feeling that she was being watched. She looked up, only to meet Draco's penetrating gaze. He was glaring at her!
'Oh great. He's in denial,' her mind whispered.
He smirked and turned around. Hermione frowned at his behavior but looked at her watch.
"Ginny, I'm going to go to Potions early so that I can set up," se said.
Ginny nodded and returned to her food. Hermione put her book back into her cauldron and left the Great Hall. Shivers ran up and down her spine as she slipped into the dungeons.
'Why are the dungeons so deserted?' her mind wondered.
She quickly turned around, but nobody was there. She thought she had heard the swish of fabric. She frowned and continued walking towards Potions class. She whipped around again, swearing that she had heard it again. But no one was there. She mentally labeled herself paranoid before continuing down to her destination. She yelped as something launched itself onto her. It pinned her down, having the courtesy to place its hand under her head to prevent her from smacking her head off of the stone floor. She reluctantly opened her eyes to see her captor, who was actually straddling her waist to keep her pinned to the ground.
"Draco?" she asked in a spooked pitch of voice.
Draco smirked. "YOU stole MY flavor of coffee," he accused.
Her eyes widened before narrowing dangerously. She smacked his bicep (which she was quick to note that it was very firm) and glared at him.
"Draco! You scared the holy bujeebus out of me!" she yelled in frustration.
A low, knee-weakening chuckle escaped his lips in humor. "You should have seen your face!" he exclaimed and got off of her before helping her up.
She sent a half-hearted glare towards him as she picked up her spilled books and put them back into her cauldron.
"Aw, come on 'Mione, I was just having some fun," he whined and followed her as she continued on to class.
Hermione mentally smirked as she continued to bare the cold shoulder. She slipped into the Potions classroom and found her seat. She took her books out of her cauldron as Draco entered. His cauldron already sat on his desk. Hermione set out her ingredients set. She promptly ignored Draco's pleading gaze.
Students began to file in as time progressed. Hermione watched the crowd of students. No red hair or oddly shaped scars. She mentally groaned, knowing that Harry and Ron would probably be late. She looked at her watch. They had exactly ten seconds to get to class.
9.8.7.6.
She could hear rushed footsteps.
5.4.3.
Harry and Ron ran in and sat down on both of her sides, dumping their books out of their cauldrons and hastily setting up their equipment.
2.1.
Professor Snape glided into the room just as Ron set up his last vial of phoenix tears. Snape's gaze swept over the room in observation, finding no flaws except for the usual. The usual flaws were the Gryffindors, themselves.
"Today class, we'll be concocting a truth serum. We will be testing them when you finish," he explained.
Hermione watched in mild amusement as Neville slid down in his seat. Snape noticed this as well and sneered.
"Sit up Longbottom! There will be no slouching in my classroom! Ten points from Gryffindor!" he snapped causing every Gryffindor to sit up. All except Slytherin, who were too lazy and confident to budge.
"The ingredients and directions are on the board. I warn you, make a mistake and the result will be fatal," he stated as he waved his wand at the chalkboard, causing words and numbers to appear on its smooth, black surface.
"So much for foolish wand waving," Ron muttered, making Hermione smile knowingly. Harry's eyes glinted with mirth at Ron's comment.
"Partners are as follows: Crabbe and Weasley, Thomas and Goyle, Potter and Malfoy, Finnigan and Zabini, Granger and Parkinson, Patil and." he droned on with the pairings, ignoring the murderous glares he was receiving.
Hermione felt like banging her head off of her desk. 'Why couldn't I be paired up with Malfoy?' her mind whined.
If she had thought that a week ago she would have started laughing insanely and personally reserve an insanity ward for herself at St. Mungo's.
Pug-faced Parkinson.
She involuntarily shuddered at the thought of the annoying bitch with the caked makeup. She turned slightly in her seat to look at the said annoyance. Pansy's face was screwed up in disgust as she glared at her. Or. was that how Parkinson always looked?
Hermione reluctantly stood and joined Parkinson at her table. Parkinson sneered at her. "Don't botch my potion, Mudblood," she hissed.
Hermione rolled her eyes at how pathetic Pansy was. Everyone knew Pansy couldn't even make coffee.
Ten minutes later, Snape was explaining something to an oddly enthusiastic Slytherin when the door burst open. Fred and Spike barged into the classroom. Fred walked over to Snape and began talking to him.
Draco set the flames beneath his cauldron so that the potion simmered. He got up to fetch an ingredient from the ingredient cabinet.
Spike quickly picked up Draco's vial of mandrake juice and replaced it with a vial of a purplish silver substance while Harry wandered off to do who knows what. Spike put the mandrake juice in his pocket and stepped away from Draco's work area.
Potter was heading back, so Spike quickly pulled him over to ask him a few pointless questions. Draco returned to his cauldron and read the instructions. Add mandrake juice. He quickly grabbed the labeled vial and poured the cold liquid into his potion.
'Is Hermione still mad at me?' he thought.
The surface began to boil as soon as the liquid mixed with the potion. "Oh no." was all he muttered as the potion exploded, drenching him in the surprisingly cool liquid.
A searing pain came over his body. It felt like his bones were shattering. He doubled over in pain, letting out an agonized yell.
Spike immediately jumped into action as Snape looked up.
"Granger! Take Malfoy to the Hospital Wing! Quickly!" he yelled.
Hermione put a freezing charm on her potion and levitated Draco out of the room and into the Hospital Wing. The mediwitch bustled over and gently placed him on a bed. The woman frowned and rolled him onto his side. There was a bulge on his lower back.
Hermione closed her eyes as the woman took off his pants and boxers before turning him so that he lay on his front. Hermione parted her fingers slightly and gasped.
A line of bones was growing from his tailbone. Muscles were forming over the bone and constructing into a tail. Madam Promphrey (AN: I can't remember how to spell it.) closed the curtain around the bed. Hermione closed and rubbed her eyes. She could just imagine how much it would hurt to grow a tail. She shuddered at the thought.
Draco's pained yells soon diminished. Madam Promphrey pulled open the curtain and allowed Hermione to visit.
'No, I don't want her to see me like this. She'll laugh at me,' she heard Draco say.
"Draco, I would never laugh at you," she replied.
She closed the curtain behind her and gazed down at him. She was shocked, to say the least. Midnight black triangulars protruded from his white- blonde locks. His long black tail was curled around his body, which was curled up into a fetal position on the bed. It would have been incredibly adorable had it not been Draco.
"What are you talking about?" he asked, looking at her in a quizzical manner.
Hermione arched a perfectly sculpted brow. "Didn't you just say that I would laugh at you?" she asked.
Draco shook his head. "No."
Hermione smiled. "You look like a cat that one would cuddle with. I'll have to keep Crookshanks away from you. Crookshanks is gay," she stated and laughed softly.
Draco glared at her in anger at being made fun of.
"Yeah? Well sod off! Nobody gives a flying fuck about you, you mudblood!" he yelled as he sat up.
Hermione's eyes seemed to flash with anger, and was that a hint of sadness?
'I can't believe it. He called me mudblood. I was only playing around. I'd never make fun of him,' she thought.
'Wait.' Draco thought. 'How did I hear her thoughts?'
'Draco, the truth serum, somehow it turned into a potion that allows us to read each other's thoughts,' she replied within her thoughts.
"Oh. Shit." Draco closed his eyes and rubbed his closed lids.
"Draco, we should see Snape about this. He could fix all of this," she stated.
Draco crossed his arms over his chest. "I am not going into public like this," he retorted.
Hermione sighed and massaged her temples." Maybe Spike and Fred will let you stay in the music room," she replied.
Draco rolled his eyes. "That means I'll have to leave this room, where other people will see me," he replied.
Hermione pressed her index finger to her bottom lip as she thought.
"I know what we can do."
~*~
Draco quirked an eyebrow as Hermione walked back into the Infirmary with a silver cloak draped over her arm. She seemed rather pleased with herself.
"How is an over-sized cloak going to help us? No offense, Mione, but I don't need any old cloak," he commented dryly.
"Contrary to belief, Draco, this isn't just any old cloak," she replied as she draped the cloak over him.
Draco looked down at himself but found himself looking at nothing but thin air.
"It's an invisibility cloak," she added.
Draco felt both of his brows raise as he examined his seemingly nonexistent body in surprise.
"Wow," he commented.
"Spike and Fred said you can move into the music room. Dumbledore said I can help you with homework that will be delivered to you via house elf. They said we need to be under this cloak since Filch is out and around the east tower tonight," she explained.
Draco merely nodded.
"So.we'll both be under the cloak," he analyzed as he rubbed the silky material between his thumb and index finger.
Hermione paused in thought. "Err.yes," he mumbled.
'Oh crap!' his mind yelled.
'Hey! Turn down the volume in there! I'm not that bad!' her mind yelled back.
A sheepish smile played across his pale lips.
'Heh heh. sorry 'bout that,' his mind whispered back to her.
"Let's go."
~*~
"Ow! Granger! You stepped on my tail!" he hissed loudly, his ears flattening against his head.
'Draco! Keep your mouth shut and think! I'm sorry!' she yelled through her mind.
"What was that?" snarled someone who was coming towards the corner. They both froze.
'Filch.' their minds whispered in unison.
Draco cast around and caught sight of a broom closet. He quickly dragged Hermione into the closet and quietly shut the door. Hearing a sharp intake of breath, he looked down to see that Hermione was pressed up against him, trying to get herself into a position so that she would avoid knocking over the brooms. She could find no such position. Without thinking much, he quickly sent a silent message to her.
'Wrap your legs around my waist so that you don't knock anything over,' he silently ordered.
Her eyes widened in shock before she obediently jumped up and locked her legs around his lean waist, wrapping her arms around his neck so that she wouldn't fall.
"I don't see anyone Miss Norris," Filch grumbled outside of the door, his voice sounding somewhat disappointed.
Hermione and Draco held their breaths until Filch's footsteps faded away.
They both let out their breaths at the same time, an air of relief surrounding them.
'Why Granger, I never knew you were so frisky,' he commented with his inner voice.
'Watch who you're calling frisky, Furball," she replied, her mind's voice echoing slightly within his own mind.
'A Furball? At least I'm not all over you like a rabbit in heat!' he exclaimed back, arching an eyebrow.
An evil glint sprung to her eyes as she reached around and yanked on his tail. The stunt would either cause severe pain or.
She hastily clamped her hand over his mouth to muffle him as he yowled. His eyes glazed over as he turned her around and pressed her up against the wall. Involuntarily, a moan escaped her parted lips as he pressed himself against her. Her legs were still securely wrapped around his waist. She could distinctly feel the heating coming from his nether region. or was that heat coming from her.
The glaze over his eyes faded as an embarrassed blush sprung to her cheeks.
'Oh how I wished I could get her to moan for me like that again,' his mind whispered.
Hermione's eyes widened as she heard his thought. She quickly pushed open the door and stumbled out. Draco awkwardly followed her out, his face ashen.
They quickly made it to the music room. Hermione helped him make a bed out of the poufs and blankets. When ten o'clock rolled around, Hermione got up to leave, but Draco grabbed her arm.
"Granger. Hermione, will you stay here with me tonight? I don't want to be alone," his voice softened to a meek whisper.
He looked at her pleadingly, feeling pitiful and vulnerable as his ears pressed back in an innocent manner. Hermione managed a small smile.
"Of course, Draco."
So they went to sleep, a few feet away from each other, still wary of what ha happened. They were unknowing to what odd event would happen in the morning.
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The squirrel sat on Dumbledore's windowsill, singing loudly with its high voice.
"Can you feel the love tonight?" it sung.
Dumbledore looked up, seeing that the squirrel had stolen one of his legendary lemon drops. His eyes widened and he fainted in shock. No one had ever dared to steal HIS lemon drops. The squirrel snickered evilly. Oh, he could definitely entertain himself with Dumbledore. Oh yes he could!
Little did the students and professors know that a small war would soon take place between the gray squirrel and the almighty Dumbledore. Dumbledore, the almighty smiter that smites all that need to be smited.
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A/N: *sways on spot* My knuckles hurt. ow. so tired. How many words are there? Six pages and over 2,800 words. But I know there has to be more than that! It took forever to type this! Oh well. PLEASE REVIEW FOR THIS CHAPTER! I WANT TO FEEL LOVED!
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