(Better stuff, better stuff...
/uncorks bottle of champagne/ Huzzah! My new review record! 80! :-O /is astonished/ I can't believe people like it this much. :d Oddities...
Actually, I can't have da cham-pa-gne. I'm underage. :d And we don't promote that stuff here, no we don't. Although I wanted a bit of wine tonight at the Olive Garden.... Ah well.
We'll celebrate by dying our hair different colors, in honor of Draco! ;)
Anyway.)
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Hermione did feel kind of bad about humiliating him in front of the entire school.
But only a little.
She felt worse about his hair.
Merlin, she loved his hair....
Oh well. It'd go away in a day or three....
--
Dumbledore sat across from Draco Malfoy in the hospital wing. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
"Well.... It indeed isn't a mere illusion," he finally stated conclusively. "And it's fairly advanced magic. But it can be reversed,"
Draco sighed with relief.
Dumbledore held up a hand.
"Ah, I said it could be, not that it will be," he said mysteriously, eyes twinkling. Draco looked confused.
"But, sir..."
"If I'm not incorrect, you were given detentions for fighting this morning, at breakfast?" he inquired, cutting the boy off. Draco looked at his feet and mumbled.
"Exactly," Dumbledore continued. "I think... maybe this is a fitting punishment,"
Draco looked up, lost.
"What do you mean?"
"Since the problem is fighting, I don't think more time spent with Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley will help. So, I am relieving you of your detentions.
Under one condition."
((Little note - Sorry if I botched Dumbledore up. I can't really get him... again, my apologies. I know that was messed up))
--
Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked into Potions while later and sat down.
Or at least, they tried.
A crowd much larger than usual was gathered around a certain formerly blonde haired boy, who, for once, didn't seem to be enjoying the attention.
"How'd it happen?"
"Want to find out?"
"Who did it?"
"Your mum"
"Why won't it go away?"
"Why won't you?"
"It's brilliant!"
"Sod off"
And so on. The trio pushed their way to their seats and Ron muttered "S'about time. Bloody git,"
Suddenly, Snape strode into the room, robes billowing angrily.
"I don't recall having this many students in my class, but since you're here, find a seat before I give you detentions,"
When no one moved, Snape glared at them.
"No?" he asked icily. "Well, then, I suggest you all get back to your classes. Now!" he added, sending everyone scurrying to where they should have been. Hermione got a glimpse of Malfoy for the first time since breakfast. And what a sight.
His hair was still changing, the colors not a bit duller than before. It was a bit messed up, since Malfoy was slouched in his seat as far as he could, sulking. She bit back a giggle. He looked adorable like that.
The thought reminded her of why his hair was like that in the first place. She snuck another anxious glance in his direction, but he hadn't moved. She wasn't sure how long it took for the potion to take effect.... she'd give it 24 hours, and if nothing had shown up, she'd have to do a little test.
She was really hoping it wouldn't come to that.
--
At dinner that night, Draco was feeling a little odd.
He was still annoyed at the damned annoying prats who kept bugging him about his hair. He wished they'd just get over it already. He was also annoyed that everyone seemed to have forgotten about the rumour he'd spread about Harry. And that was so good, too. What a waste.
Despite these, he didn't feel angry. He felt.... queasy. Not like he was sick, exactly. He'd thought at first maybe Potter had cursed him in revenge, but it wasn't a particularly unpleasant feeling, either. It was.... He couldn't describe it, even to himself. It was a little hard to breathe, and sometimes he felt like he was missing something.
Which, of course, was ridiculous. Nothing was missing.
But he was sure he must be sick, because he found that he couldn't insult anyone properly. He'd actually apologized to a first year he'd run into in the hall this afternoon! And there was something else.
All day he'd been trying to think of ways to get back at Potter, but whenever he focused on that, his thoughts slid into forbidden waters. He caught himself spacing off about Granger at least a half dozen times. Each time he shook himself and threw himself into his schoolwork furiously, trying to distract himself.
Something was very wrong.
He ran his hand through his hair as a reflex, picking at his food. He caught something glimmering out of the corner of his eye and looked down at his hand. It was covered in dancing silver sparks. He shook them off violently, causing them to rise up and drift on the air.
He sighed, blowing at them. They floated lazily the length of the table, causing many of the girls to shriek and giggle. They snatched at the tiny orbs and laughed when they stuck to their skin. Draco started to smile with them, then caught himself. He glared at his plate.
Stupid girls.
Stupid hair.
Stupid Potter.
Stupid Weasley.
Granger....
He closed his eyes and rested his head on his hands.
Stupid, stupid Draco.
--
Hermione poked at her food, unable to eat anything. She'd passed Malfoy twice in the halls and had had Care of Magical Creatures with him, and he'd ignored her every time. She was growing frustrated. Why wouldn't he do anything? Stubborn little bugger.
She refused to think that maybe her potion just didn't work. It had to work. There was no way it couldn't.
As she was trudging up to bed that night, however, she decided she'd have to make the first move. Counting on Malfoy for anything was overestimating.
If she wanted anything to happen at all, she'd have to do it herself.
She really wasn't looking forward to putting the moves on Malfoy. But it looked like she was going to have to.
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(I don't know about that chapter.... was it just me, or did it seem pointless to everyone else? Anyway, this next chapter is getting into my favorite part of the story.... /evil grin/ I can't wait. Time for the good stuff!
A couple things, though - I don't know how old you guys think I am, but I might as well not spoil your image of me, so I'm not going to put on my profile my age. :p Feel free to take a guess, though.
Yeah, sorry. Another thing - I happen to love British slang. Or, just British in general. :p Thus my poor attempt to capture the British in the characters. Poor, poor attempts. But attempts nonetheless.
Uhm...yeah. Thanks for reading!
EDIT - I'm reposting these chapters without the Perfects because I realize it's just stupid and annoying. :P Sorry for the inconvience (I will keep a few, though, just because it plays into the story.))))
/uncorks bottle of champagne/ Huzzah! My new review record! 80! :-O /is astonished/ I can't believe people like it this much. :d Oddities...
Actually, I can't have da cham-pa-gne. I'm underage. :d And we don't promote that stuff here, no we don't. Although I wanted a bit of wine tonight at the Olive Garden.... Ah well.
We'll celebrate by dying our hair different colors, in honor of Draco! ;)
Anyway.)
-/-
Hermione did feel kind of bad about humiliating him in front of the entire school.
But only a little.
She felt worse about his hair.
Merlin, she loved his hair....
Oh well. It'd go away in a day or three....
--
Dumbledore sat across from Draco Malfoy in the hospital wing. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
"Well.... It indeed isn't a mere illusion," he finally stated conclusively. "And it's fairly advanced magic. But it can be reversed,"
Draco sighed with relief.
Dumbledore held up a hand.
"Ah, I said it could be, not that it will be," he said mysteriously, eyes twinkling. Draco looked confused.
"But, sir..."
"If I'm not incorrect, you were given detentions for fighting this morning, at breakfast?" he inquired, cutting the boy off. Draco looked at his feet and mumbled.
"Exactly," Dumbledore continued. "I think... maybe this is a fitting punishment,"
Draco looked up, lost.
"What do you mean?"
"Since the problem is fighting, I don't think more time spent with Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley will help. So, I am relieving you of your detentions.
Under one condition."
((Little note - Sorry if I botched Dumbledore up. I can't really get him... again, my apologies. I know that was messed up))
--
Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked into Potions while later and sat down.
Or at least, they tried.
A crowd much larger than usual was gathered around a certain formerly blonde haired boy, who, for once, didn't seem to be enjoying the attention.
"How'd it happen?"
"Want to find out?"
"Who did it?"
"Your mum"
"Why won't it go away?"
"Why won't you?"
"It's brilliant!"
"Sod off"
And so on. The trio pushed their way to their seats and Ron muttered "S'about time. Bloody git,"
Suddenly, Snape strode into the room, robes billowing angrily.
"I don't recall having this many students in my class, but since you're here, find a seat before I give you detentions,"
When no one moved, Snape glared at them.
"No?" he asked icily. "Well, then, I suggest you all get back to your classes. Now!" he added, sending everyone scurrying to where they should have been. Hermione got a glimpse of Malfoy for the first time since breakfast. And what a sight.
His hair was still changing, the colors not a bit duller than before. It was a bit messed up, since Malfoy was slouched in his seat as far as he could, sulking. She bit back a giggle. He looked adorable like that.
The thought reminded her of why his hair was like that in the first place. She snuck another anxious glance in his direction, but he hadn't moved. She wasn't sure how long it took for the potion to take effect.... she'd give it 24 hours, and if nothing had shown up, she'd have to do a little test.
She was really hoping it wouldn't come to that.
--
At dinner that night, Draco was feeling a little odd.
He was still annoyed at the damned annoying prats who kept bugging him about his hair. He wished they'd just get over it already. He was also annoyed that everyone seemed to have forgotten about the rumour he'd spread about Harry. And that was so good, too. What a waste.
Despite these, he didn't feel angry. He felt.... queasy. Not like he was sick, exactly. He'd thought at first maybe Potter had cursed him in revenge, but it wasn't a particularly unpleasant feeling, either. It was.... He couldn't describe it, even to himself. It was a little hard to breathe, and sometimes he felt like he was missing something.
Which, of course, was ridiculous. Nothing was missing.
But he was sure he must be sick, because he found that he couldn't insult anyone properly. He'd actually apologized to a first year he'd run into in the hall this afternoon! And there was something else.
All day he'd been trying to think of ways to get back at Potter, but whenever he focused on that, his thoughts slid into forbidden waters. He caught himself spacing off about Granger at least a half dozen times. Each time he shook himself and threw himself into his schoolwork furiously, trying to distract himself.
Something was very wrong.
He ran his hand through his hair as a reflex, picking at his food. He caught something glimmering out of the corner of his eye and looked down at his hand. It was covered in dancing silver sparks. He shook them off violently, causing them to rise up and drift on the air.
He sighed, blowing at them. They floated lazily the length of the table, causing many of the girls to shriek and giggle. They snatched at the tiny orbs and laughed when they stuck to their skin. Draco started to smile with them, then caught himself. He glared at his plate.
Stupid girls.
Stupid hair.
Stupid Potter.
Stupid Weasley.
Granger....
He closed his eyes and rested his head on his hands.
Stupid, stupid Draco.
--
Hermione poked at her food, unable to eat anything. She'd passed Malfoy twice in the halls and had had Care of Magical Creatures with him, and he'd ignored her every time. She was growing frustrated. Why wouldn't he do anything? Stubborn little bugger.
She refused to think that maybe her potion just didn't work. It had to work. There was no way it couldn't.
As she was trudging up to bed that night, however, she decided she'd have to make the first move. Counting on Malfoy for anything was overestimating.
If she wanted anything to happen at all, she'd have to do it herself.
She really wasn't looking forward to putting the moves on Malfoy. But it looked like she was going to have to.
-/-
(I don't know about that chapter.... was it just me, or did it seem pointless to everyone else? Anyway, this next chapter is getting into my favorite part of the story.... /evil grin/ I can't wait. Time for the good stuff!
A couple things, though - I don't know how old you guys think I am, but I might as well not spoil your image of me, so I'm not going to put on my profile my age. :p Feel free to take a guess, though.
Yeah, sorry. Another thing - I happen to love British slang. Or, just British in general. :p Thus my poor attempt to capture the British in the characters. Poor, poor attempts. But attempts nonetheless.
Uhm...yeah. Thanks for reading!
EDIT - I'm reposting these chapters without the Perfects because I realize it's just stupid and annoying. :P Sorry for the inconvience (I will keep a few, though, just because it plays into the story.))))