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A/N: I know in chapter five, Hermione had one set of OC roommates, and in chapter six she had a different set of roommates; this chapter explains it all. Oh-and at first this chapter won't make sense because it's on Monday and it is no longer the weekend.
Muggle Studies II More or less Hermione's P.O.V.
'I wonder if we'll get anything done today in class. Yesterday Draco kept asking stupid questions and none of us could get the parts cleared.' Hermione thought while she walked to her Muggle Studies class. For some ungodly reason, Hermione bet anyway, Draco was taking Muggle Studies. They were doing the famous play Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare, her favorite muggle writer.
On one hand, Hermione loved the thought of Draco being in her class and them maybe getting the leading parts together. On the other hand, she dreaded having Draco in her class and thought that if they did get the leading parts, she'd puke. Either way she was stick with him, if they both got the parts. 'Professor Dwidle is surely not going to put Draco and I together, he has common sense and will realize that he and I together would make for an extremely bad replica of the original play.' Hermione thought frantically, suddenly aware of the fact she was heading the wrong way to class; but the right way to the Slytherin common room.
Turning around and sprinting to class, Hermione made it to class just as the bell was ringing. "Glad to see you made it Ms.Granger. Now please take a seat." Instructed the professor firmly. Hermione was a little pissed that she had to sit next to Draco, especially when she'd done so good at ignoring him for the first part of the day. Thankfully, Muggle Studies was the last class of the day for most students, herself included. 'I really need to think, maybe if I just told him he would understand.' Hermione looked thoughtfully at Draco, who, upon noticing her look, smirked and continued to write notes about what they would be doing. 'Fat chance, he is a Malfoy after all. Pity though, he'd of been a great person to understand. He probably knows what it feels like.'
While Hermione had been staring off into space, Professor Dwindle had been lecturing about the care and fragility of how the play was to be acted out. "Ms.Granger, as I'm sure you would like to continue to stare into space, please at least attempt to fake paying attention." The professor drowned.
"Fuck off." Hermione replied before thinking. Then, as if on cue, Headmaster Dumbledore walked into the classroom full of shocked students, and a very shocked professor.
"Ms.Granger-I would like a word with you, please. In my office, now if you will gather your things." Dumbledore looked at her expectantly, he had known what she had said, but he was not going to chastise her on her word choice, when other matters needed discussing.
"I'll meet you in the hall in a moment, sir." Hermione replied. She knew she wasn't going to get into any trouble, even though she had just told a professor to "fuck off"; she knew that more important things were going to be discussed.
Gathering her things, she mumbled a goodbye to her fellow classmates, and walked purposely into the hallway. There, Dumbledore was waiting for her. "So, Ms.Granger, you do know why I have pulled you form your class, correct?"
"Yes sir and I have made my decision on weather or not to tell anyone." Hermione replied.
"And are you going to?" Dumbledore asked.
"Yes, and I know just who to tell-weather they want to know or not."
"And that person, or persons, would be?"
"Draco Malfoy. I have three reasons too, if you'd like to know them."
"Well, as I am quite interested in these reasons, they needn't be told. I am sure you have your reasons, and I'd like you to be careful in what you tell him. Young Mr.Malfoy has many reasons not to trust, and the more you tell him, the less he will be able to believe. I do hope that you know what it is you are doing by telling your secrete, Hermione."
"Well professor, I do know what I'm doing but at the same time I do worry that he won't accept it."
"I do not know what to say, yet I do understand you haste to want to tell someone. The truth starts with a person and ends with the world st . Do you fear the outcome of your decision?"
"Yes I do. I fear that with the truth will come rejection from the world, and I don't know how in the hell I could handle letting someone, let alone everyone, my deepest secrete. How could they believe me when for so long I've been someone different from my real self?"
Dumbledore could see the tears forming in her eyes. "They simply will have to. You cannot change who you are no matter how you try to. Is this not the reason you let go of your 'act'; because you could no longer hiding the real you?"
"Yes, I suppose. Thank you for understanding, professor. It means a great deal to me tat you would let me handle my life the way I chose to."
"I could not force you into anything that you don't want, Hermione. Now, as much as you will probably not like this, professor Filch has asked me to remind you to, a) not ride that 'retched death trap on wheels' inside the castle; b) not scare the animals in the Dark Forest when riding your 'death trap with handle bars' in it; c) stop playing with your 'insufferably annoying, shrunken bag of beans with colorful cloth' in the corridors; and d) ask permission before taking 'uninformed joy rides' on your 'death trap with handle bars' in the Dark Forest."
"Opps, sorry. But just so you know-when I went to tell him, he wasn't in his office and I had no parchment with me. And there are better landings and railing to grind on, inside the castle rather outside where there's only dirt. And how can I play outside with my hakie-sack if every time I'm on my way out there he takes another one from me?"
"I believe you that it isn't your fault, but I'm sure that you could find some way to ride you board thingy outside and not inside, but still have the same luxuries. Out of pure curiosity, just how many hakie-sacks do you have, as I'm sure he's reported over a good thirty-five that he has taken from you?"
"Well, I brought my whole collection from home with me, so minus the thirty-five taken; I'd say I have about, um...two hundred and sixty-five left."
Dumbledore looked at her with disbelief, "Really? You brought three hundred hakie-sacks to school. Why did you do that?"
"Well, I figured that Filch would take them away at any chance he got, and I love hakie-sacks, there just so much fun! I just put them in a big garbage bag and shrunk it to fit neatly into my trunk. I did the same with the twenty-three skateboards, my make-up and other feminine things, all my muggle clothing and robes for here, my cd player, and with my very extensive collection of cds. Why, is it unusual for students to bring so much stuff with them?" Hermione was getting tired of talking to Dumbledore; she wanted to go to the library to think over her plan once more, before confronting Draco.
"I suppose not, however I don't see why you'd want to bring so much with you."
"I break my skateboards easily, from crashing and junk. Clothes and the rest of that, well why would I want to wear my robes all the time? And I love hakie-sacks, I already told you that I didn't want filch to get all of them, and I wasn't about to leave home without my cd collection. Now, if you would excuse me, I believe that class is out and I do have better things to do."
"You seem to have your priorities figured out very well, Miss Granger, please keep them that way." With that, the professor waved Hermione off.
As she stepped out of the spiraling staircase, Hermione thought about what she was going to do first. 'Should I go to the library and think over my plan once more-as I planned to? Or should I just go ahead and get ready, and think while I take a shower?' she thought, 'I go take a shower.'
Hermione walked to her dorm. Later that night she and Draco would be announced as head boy and girl. She would tell him everything when they got to their new rooms, and then make sure to get him horny as fuck-and leave him just as soon as she had. When she got to her dorm, she sighed. She was glad that she traded rooms with Ruth, she seemed to be just what her old roommates wanted-on the outside any way. Little did she know, that Draco had been planning something of his own.
A/N I know it sucked, and I know that I lied about the whole part about finishing this before there was a part three-sorry if you are. I'll put up part three later tonight maybe, but my life has been kinda hectic lately and I might not do it until next week or something like that! RR and go ahead and flame me because I know that it sucks!
A/N: I know in chapter five, Hermione had one set of OC roommates, and in chapter six she had a different set of roommates; this chapter explains it all. Oh-and at first this chapter won't make sense because it's on Monday and it is no longer the weekend.
Muggle Studies II More or less Hermione's P.O.V.
'I wonder if we'll get anything done today in class. Yesterday Draco kept asking stupid questions and none of us could get the parts cleared.' Hermione thought while she walked to her Muggle Studies class. For some ungodly reason, Hermione bet anyway, Draco was taking Muggle Studies. They were doing the famous play Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare, her favorite muggle writer.
On one hand, Hermione loved the thought of Draco being in her class and them maybe getting the leading parts together. On the other hand, she dreaded having Draco in her class and thought that if they did get the leading parts, she'd puke. Either way she was stick with him, if they both got the parts. 'Professor Dwidle is surely not going to put Draco and I together, he has common sense and will realize that he and I together would make for an extremely bad replica of the original play.' Hermione thought frantically, suddenly aware of the fact she was heading the wrong way to class; but the right way to the Slytherin common room.
Turning around and sprinting to class, Hermione made it to class just as the bell was ringing. "Glad to see you made it Ms.Granger. Now please take a seat." Instructed the professor firmly. Hermione was a little pissed that she had to sit next to Draco, especially when she'd done so good at ignoring him for the first part of the day. Thankfully, Muggle Studies was the last class of the day for most students, herself included. 'I really need to think, maybe if I just told him he would understand.' Hermione looked thoughtfully at Draco, who, upon noticing her look, smirked and continued to write notes about what they would be doing. 'Fat chance, he is a Malfoy after all. Pity though, he'd of been a great person to understand. He probably knows what it feels like.'
While Hermione had been staring off into space, Professor Dwindle had been lecturing about the care and fragility of how the play was to be acted out. "Ms.Granger, as I'm sure you would like to continue to stare into space, please at least attempt to fake paying attention." The professor drowned.
"Fuck off." Hermione replied before thinking. Then, as if on cue, Headmaster Dumbledore walked into the classroom full of shocked students, and a very shocked professor.
"Ms.Granger-I would like a word with you, please. In my office, now if you will gather your things." Dumbledore looked at her expectantly, he had known what she had said, but he was not going to chastise her on her word choice, when other matters needed discussing.
"I'll meet you in the hall in a moment, sir." Hermione replied. She knew she wasn't going to get into any trouble, even though she had just told a professor to "fuck off"; she knew that more important things were going to be discussed.
Gathering her things, she mumbled a goodbye to her fellow classmates, and walked purposely into the hallway. There, Dumbledore was waiting for her. "So, Ms.Granger, you do know why I have pulled you form your class, correct?"
"Yes sir and I have made my decision on weather or not to tell anyone." Hermione replied.
"And are you going to?" Dumbledore asked.
"Yes, and I know just who to tell-weather they want to know or not."
"And that person, or persons, would be?"
"Draco Malfoy. I have three reasons too, if you'd like to know them."
"Well, as I am quite interested in these reasons, they needn't be told. I am sure you have your reasons, and I'd like you to be careful in what you tell him. Young Mr.Malfoy has many reasons not to trust, and the more you tell him, the less he will be able to believe. I do hope that you know what it is you are doing by telling your secrete, Hermione."
"Well professor, I do know what I'm doing but at the same time I do worry that he won't accept it."
"I do not know what to say, yet I do understand you haste to want to tell someone. The truth starts with a person and ends with the world st . Do you fear the outcome of your decision?"
"Yes I do. I fear that with the truth will come rejection from the world, and I don't know how in the hell I could handle letting someone, let alone everyone, my deepest secrete. How could they believe me when for so long I've been someone different from my real self?"
Dumbledore could see the tears forming in her eyes. "They simply will have to. You cannot change who you are no matter how you try to. Is this not the reason you let go of your 'act'; because you could no longer hiding the real you?"
"Yes, I suppose. Thank you for understanding, professor. It means a great deal to me tat you would let me handle my life the way I chose to."
"I could not force you into anything that you don't want, Hermione. Now, as much as you will probably not like this, professor Filch has asked me to remind you to, a) not ride that 'retched death trap on wheels' inside the castle; b) not scare the animals in the Dark Forest when riding your 'death trap with handle bars' in it; c) stop playing with your 'insufferably annoying, shrunken bag of beans with colorful cloth' in the corridors; and d) ask permission before taking 'uninformed joy rides' on your 'death trap with handle bars' in the Dark Forest."
"Opps, sorry. But just so you know-when I went to tell him, he wasn't in his office and I had no parchment with me. And there are better landings and railing to grind on, inside the castle rather outside where there's only dirt. And how can I play outside with my hakie-sack if every time I'm on my way out there he takes another one from me?"
"I believe you that it isn't your fault, but I'm sure that you could find some way to ride you board thingy outside and not inside, but still have the same luxuries. Out of pure curiosity, just how many hakie-sacks do you have, as I'm sure he's reported over a good thirty-five that he has taken from you?"
"Well, I brought my whole collection from home with me, so minus the thirty-five taken; I'd say I have about, um...two hundred and sixty-five left."
Dumbledore looked at her with disbelief, "Really? You brought three hundred hakie-sacks to school. Why did you do that?"
"Well, I figured that Filch would take them away at any chance he got, and I love hakie-sacks, there just so much fun! I just put them in a big garbage bag and shrunk it to fit neatly into my trunk. I did the same with the twenty-three skateboards, my make-up and other feminine things, all my muggle clothing and robes for here, my cd player, and with my very extensive collection of cds. Why, is it unusual for students to bring so much stuff with them?" Hermione was getting tired of talking to Dumbledore; she wanted to go to the library to think over her plan once more, before confronting Draco.
"I suppose not, however I don't see why you'd want to bring so much with you."
"I break my skateboards easily, from crashing and junk. Clothes and the rest of that, well why would I want to wear my robes all the time? And I love hakie-sacks, I already told you that I didn't want filch to get all of them, and I wasn't about to leave home without my cd collection. Now, if you would excuse me, I believe that class is out and I do have better things to do."
"You seem to have your priorities figured out very well, Miss Granger, please keep them that way." With that, the professor waved Hermione off.
As she stepped out of the spiraling staircase, Hermione thought about what she was going to do first. 'Should I go to the library and think over my plan once more-as I planned to? Or should I just go ahead and get ready, and think while I take a shower?' she thought, 'I go take a shower.'
Hermione walked to her dorm. Later that night she and Draco would be announced as head boy and girl. She would tell him everything when they got to their new rooms, and then make sure to get him horny as fuck-and leave him just as soon as she had. When she got to her dorm, she sighed. She was glad that she traded rooms with Ruth, she seemed to be just what her old roommates wanted-on the outside any way. Little did she know, that Draco had been planning something of his own.
A/N I know it sucked, and I know that I lied about the whole part about finishing this before there was a part three-sorry if you are. I'll put up part three later tonight maybe, but my life has been kinda hectic lately and I might not do it until next week or something like that! RR and go ahead and flame me because I know that it sucks!