Chapter Five
Hermione closed her eyes, rubbing her head.
How many times could Draco pop up in one day?Was he going out of his way to make her life extrodinarly cunfusing?
She spun to face him, teeth barred. Her hair spun out around her, whiping out so fast the ends stung the Malfoy's cheak.
He took a step back, and, rubbing his cheak, ground his jaw and looked away.
"WHAT?"Hermione spat, her hands flying naturally to her hips.
"take the long way to arithmancy."Draco mumbled, refusing to meat her gaze.
"WHAT?" Draco looked up defiantly."Take the long way to arithmancy today." he said again, dareing her to challenge him.
Hermione glanced at the ceiling and growled in frustration. "Or you'll WHAT? turn me into a TOAD? Good god Draco, you're looseing your touch!" Draco sighed in exasperation."It's not a threat. It's a warning." "and I should take your word for it, WHY?" Draco had to admit she had a point. She really had a point. REALLY had a point. WHAT THE HELL WAS HE DOING?
He shrugged nonchalently. "mabye you'll end up a toad if you don't take the long root. And if you do, I just hope you can croak out an apolagy." Draco swept swiftly past and was gone before Hermione could open her mouth to retort.
could this day get any weirder?
It could.
Hermione discovered this when she continued on her way, taking the short root for all the ovious reasons. As she rounded the corner, something moved in the outskirts of her peripheral vision. She bearly had time to register the spell before it hit her, certainly not enough to pull out her wand and reverse it.
The blood on her hands was fresh and wet. It looked so real evan Hermione almost believed it. It was an illusen, but a tangible one. It was real to all five senses. It evan TASTED real-salty and thick where a drop brushed her lip.
And there was no mistaking that the corpse that lay at her feat was real.
Corrle Madison, the irksome first year, looked almost peacefull. A binding spell that only seventh years were taught had sealed her lips and her nostrils, evan her ears. Hermione felt sick, panicked.
She heard footsteps.
Like the beat of a hunters drum.
First they froze her.
Then they spurred into motion.
She bolted for the bathroom and franticly washed the blood from her hands. It was cloying, stubburn. But at last it was gone. She looked at her face in the mirror.
She hardly reconinzed herself.
She looked awful. Pale as a ghost, her brown eyes and frizzed hair looked wild and marked her a madwomen. She was every inch the suspect. She longed for the girl she'd seen in the mirror only that morning. Tears trickled down her cheaks.
She had to get to Dumbledore before whoever had layed the trap did!
She bolted for Arithmancy.
She took the long root.
Hermione burst through the doors just as the teacher called her name on roll. She looked like a tortured wild thing, and instantly both Harry and Ron sprang from their seats and rushed to her. "are you alright?" Ron asked franticly, brushing a lock of hair away from her brow. Her forhead was sticky with a cold, nervous sweat.
"what happened??"Harry buzzed uselessy around,looking really nervous.
"I--"Hermione swayed on her feat. "Co-Correll Madison....she's...." Ron swore he could see tears on her cheak.
Hermione was looking over his shoulder. In the hallway outside, Draco passed by. Glancing in, he looked astonished. Then everything went black for Hermione.
How many times could Draco pop up in one day?Was he going out of his way to make her life extrodinarly cunfusing?
She spun to face him, teeth barred. Her hair spun out around her, whiping out so fast the ends stung the Malfoy's cheak.
He took a step back, and, rubbing his cheak, ground his jaw and looked away.
"WHAT?"Hermione spat, her hands flying naturally to her hips.
"take the long way to arithmancy."Draco mumbled, refusing to meat her gaze.
"WHAT?" Draco looked up defiantly."Take the long way to arithmancy today." he said again, dareing her to challenge him.
Hermione glanced at the ceiling and growled in frustration. "Or you'll WHAT? turn me into a TOAD? Good god Draco, you're looseing your touch!" Draco sighed in exasperation."It's not a threat. It's a warning." "and I should take your word for it, WHY?" Draco had to admit she had a point. She really had a point. REALLY had a point. WHAT THE HELL WAS HE DOING?
He shrugged nonchalently. "mabye you'll end up a toad if you don't take the long root. And if you do, I just hope you can croak out an apolagy." Draco swept swiftly past and was gone before Hermione could open her mouth to retort.
could this day get any weirder?
It could.
Hermione discovered this when she continued on her way, taking the short root for all the ovious reasons. As she rounded the corner, something moved in the outskirts of her peripheral vision. She bearly had time to register the spell before it hit her, certainly not enough to pull out her wand and reverse it.
The blood on her hands was fresh and wet. It looked so real evan Hermione almost believed it. It was an illusen, but a tangible one. It was real to all five senses. It evan TASTED real-salty and thick where a drop brushed her lip.
And there was no mistaking that the corpse that lay at her feat was real.
Corrle Madison, the irksome first year, looked almost peacefull. A binding spell that only seventh years were taught had sealed her lips and her nostrils, evan her ears. Hermione felt sick, panicked.
She heard footsteps.
Like the beat of a hunters drum.
First they froze her.
Then they spurred into motion.
She bolted for the bathroom and franticly washed the blood from her hands. It was cloying, stubburn. But at last it was gone. She looked at her face in the mirror.
She hardly reconinzed herself.
She looked awful. Pale as a ghost, her brown eyes and frizzed hair looked wild and marked her a madwomen. She was every inch the suspect. She longed for the girl she'd seen in the mirror only that morning. Tears trickled down her cheaks.
She had to get to Dumbledore before whoever had layed the trap did!
She bolted for Arithmancy.
She took the long root.
Hermione burst through the doors just as the teacher called her name on roll. She looked like a tortured wild thing, and instantly both Harry and Ron sprang from their seats and rushed to her. "are you alright?" Ron asked franticly, brushing a lock of hair away from her brow. Her forhead was sticky with a cold, nervous sweat.
"what happened??"Harry buzzed uselessy around,looking really nervous.
"I--"Hermione swayed on her feat. "Co-Correll Madison....she's...." Ron swore he could see tears on her cheak.
Hermione was looking over his shoulder. In the hallway outside, Draco passed by. Glancing in, he looked astonished. Then everything went black for Hermione.