Here goes nothing...
Chapter 2: Missing Quills, Hermione
Ron was still in a state of shock when he came to. "I'm hallucinating, right? Right?" Even rational Hermione, was unnerved at what happened earlier. "You know, I'm beginning to think I'm hallucinating too!" Harry was silent. He was contemplating, thinking what had caused Malfoy's disturbing behavior. Could it be his food, perhaps poisoned? Or maybe somebody cast a spell on him? Or maybe – "Harry, watch out!" Harry caught himself just in time to dodge Professor Fliwick, who was desperately trying to drag a stack of scrolls. "Sorry" he muttered, avoiding the strange looks from Hermione and Ron. "Harry..." she softly said. "You've been acting weirdly this week, mate," Ron said, an odd look on his face. Harry looked at them, his temper rising dangerously. "Look, I'm okay, all right?!" he practically shouted. He hated being pitied. It was as though he was mortally afraid of showing his weaknesses. I'm not weak, he told himself. No, I'm not.
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Draco felt oddly light. Wonderfully light. It was as though all his problems were lifted. Crabbe and Goyle, however, did not look nor feel the same. They had been talking about during Snape's class. Malfoy's behavior was definitely...unsettling, to say the least. Crabbe still vividly remembers the moment, and his face would turn pale. An achievement, considering that their rock-hard heads barely perceived any emotions. "Draco" Goyle muttered in a low, menacing tone. "....Are you alright?" "Certainly!" Malfoy exclaimed. Crabbe and Goyle exchanged looks of disgust. They had better do something.
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She was seething. As she matched through the busy corridors, she could not help but glance at her shoulder. Harry....Harry was there, just behind her. Her thoughts were swirling around him. Harry, she thought. Harry. He must be mine! He must! She quickly hatched a plan. It would be wonderful, she thought. Superb. He will notice me.
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Just as they approached McGonagall's classroom, Ron let out a string of explosive expletives. "Ron!" Hermione exclaimed, looking scandalized. Harry glanced at his best friend. Ron was rummaging through his bag. "What is it?" Harry asked, annoyed. What again, he thought. Really, he sometimes thought of drowning Ron in the lake. Then again, there was the squid. "Quill!" Ron gritted, bringing Harry back to the present. "Oh, didn't Harry lend you one?" Hermione asked. "It's gone! Stupid, bloody quills!" Ron let out another string of expletives. "Ron!" Hermione repeated, this time a little bit louder. "We'll be late," Harry motioned to the door. He felt his own temper rising. Ron gestured to them, saying, "You two go ahead, I'll find Harry's quill." "Look, you don't need a quill in Transfiguration! Please, Ron!" Hermione was pleading, willing to kneel before Ron, just to be early in class. Ron grumbled, probably succumbing. They entered, surprised to see only a handful of people. In a corner, they saw a feather.
It was the missing quill.
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She was extremely pleased. Getting the quill was easy, Ron was very dim, and she knew she could have it. Enchanting it was another thing. It was hard, especially when her time was limited to 4 minutes, but it was worth it.The stage was set.
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Draco was humming, for once in his sad life. Crabbe was shooting him murderous glances, and Goyle was even worse. Smell the flowers, he thought. He moved on through the corridors, never stopping. Finally, he stopped in front of door. He walked in, seated himself next to a surprised Hermione, and listened attentively to Prof. McGonagall's lesson....
She was so close to him. Draco was just next to Hermione. She could see into his pale irises. Her heart fluttered. No, Hermione, you're wasting your time! She told herself angrily. He was just a stupid git. Stupid git turned charming, polite and very nice. Kind, in a way. No! She scolded herself. She looked at McGonagall, now talking about turning pigs into cows. "...in this way, Maggius Florencia protected her beloved pet pig, Ambrosia, when they crossed the Indian border..." Hermione's mind was distracted. "Hello, Hermione! It seems you're somewhere else!" An easy voice glided thought the air to her ears. "Ah...none of your business, ferret!" she hissed viciously. Somehow, he made her uneasy. Squeamish, even.
Somehow, she sensed that it was going to be a very long lesson.
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It was time.She was all alone, back in her haven. She smiled, thinking wonderfully of what will happen. Never mind Draco. She was going to concentrate on Harry. Carefully, she began enchanting the magic words.
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Ron looked at his hand. It was odd.
When he looked closer, he saw that the quill was glowing.
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A/N: So, so sorry! I think it's awfully slow! Please forgive me! I haven't eaten, so my brain is deprived of nutrients. Ackk! My brain!