Other Cases of Misplacement:Part Two.
From where Draco sat, he had a clear veiw of the only window in the dungeon-like potions room, only partially obscurred by the sillhouette of Hermione Granger's head. If her hair had lain flat and orderly, it would not have been such an obsticle to daydreams of the world outside the castle, but, as it were, Hermione's notiously bushy hair magnified the her head the same way long fur distorts the assumed weight of a persian cat. Draco mumbled his frustration. The forbidden forest loomed-dark,forebodeing, and as green as jade. It's endless depths, it's layers of prickly twigs, it's gloomy allure, was like a call insistant in the blonde slytherinns head. He could probably leave. Snape wouldn't stop him, and no one else would, either. Harry might hassle him, but in the end, that would just be a source of annoyance, and evan a little amusement to Draco. Potions was the only class in which he was not singled out as either entertainment or a conveinent scapegoat. Actually, Draco disliked the crude, arragant teacher, Snape as much as anyone. He reminded him of Hary. In love with his own power, and a bully. Not that Draco was a sweet little fuzzy kitten.
No, Draco was a ravenous little fuzzy kitten with claws. But he didn't strike the shadows, didn't claw the stragglers, didn't tear the undeserving to shreds. He was just very talented at exacting his own revenge. Talented enough that no one but the teachers, and, to Draco's grudged admittence, Harry, normally left him alone. So why didn't Snape return Draco's loathing? It wasn't that hard to tell. Snape was an ex-slytherinn, a slytherinn that oviously hadn't been put in the house of power, the house of cunning, the house of the snake because he planned on using his deap reserves of magic to save the world from the rising unnamed one. He hated to see his house in the hands of the Dark Lords deapest irritation. And he knew as well as anyone that, had things been different, Draco would be the face that came to mind when student's muttered Ôslytherinn'.
Besides, Draco's potion was finished. It was gurgling like a babbling brook and the murky color of algi, but then, so was the Potion Master's example.
That settled it then.
Draco pushed away from his desk, stood up promptly, and left.
After he'd take about two steps into the hall, a voice interupted him. He readied himself for a coy retort, only to realize that the voice was not that of Harry, or, in fact, of any other slytherinn.
"Just where do you think you're going?"Hermione granger asked, hands on her hips.
"Won't someone notice your gone?" Draco inquired wearily, turning with as languidly as possible. "No. I told Snape we were out of mugroot, and I'd gone to fetch some more".
"He let you do that?"Draco scoffed disbelievingly."YOU? Just let you walk out of the classroom like that?"he awaited her reply.
"No. I didn't wait for him to tell me not to."Hermione gave a proud, defliant flick of her head, sending her ginger hair into a cascadeing tumult.
"my kind of girl."Draco murmured, but not so she could hear him.
"excuse me?"Hermione threw an axious glance over her shoulder, not as sure of herself as she'd preteneded.
"It's nothing."Draco said a little too quickly.
"It is." "It's not, and you still have to tell me why you came after me." For a moment, the two stared at eachother with unspoken challenge.
"allright."Hermione relented at last."You first." Draco sighed and rolled his eyes.
"I'm going to forbidden forest."he said, figureing that the truth was the best answer, as fact being stranger than fiction, particurally in the wizarding world, normally caught people off gard.
"why-"Hermione caught herself as Draco cocked an irritated eyebrow. "I really just wanted to know what you were doing."She confessed.
"That's all you want?" Draco's voice was doubting.
"I want a lot of things. Decent hair, for starters. And possibly an owl. And just a fifth of the fortune Harry has." Her voice had a strange tone to it as she spoke.
Draco picked up on the almost invisible undertone to her words. "Is that what this is about? HARRY?" He was amazed at how hurt it made him feal. He worked to keep his aquamarine eyes perfectly cold and level, like solidly frozen ice, instead of like the shaky,shifting waves he felt like he was drowning in.
"Just a little."Hermione admitted.
"he---you're...the only one...at least in Slytherinn....who doesn't spend all day goggling at him."she quickly stammered before she lost the nerve.
"are you implying that the entire male population of slytherinn, save myself, is gay?"Draco scrutinized hermione, his head cocked at angle that was almost painfull.
"That's not what I meant, and you know it! And don't be such a biggot!" Hermione spat, annoyed.
Draco sighed."I wasn't being serious! And I didn't say there was anything WRONG with it! I just...wanted to know if that's what you meant!"regaining his poise, Draco smiled smugly.
"Aren't you going to send me back to class?"Hermione asked doubtfully, fealing her cheeks tint themselves with the natural rosyness of embaresmeant.
"Aren't you going to tell me not to leave?"
From where Draco sat, he had a clear veiw of the only window in the dungeon-like potions room, only partially obscurred by the sillhouette of Hermione Granger's head. If her hair had lain flat and orderly, it would not have been such an obsticle to daydreams of the world outside the castle, but, as it were, Hermione's notiously bushy hair magnified the her head the same way long fur distorts the assumed weight of a persian cat. Draco mumbled his frustration. The forbidden forest loomed-dark,forebodeing, and as green as jade. It's endless depths, it's layers of prickly twigs, it's gloomy allure, was like a call insistant in the blonde slytherinns head. He could probably leave. Snape wouldn't stop him, and no one else would, either. Harry might hassle him, but in the end, that would just be a source of annoyance, and evan a little amusement to Draco. Potions was the only class in which he was not singled out as either entertainment or a conveinent scapegoat. Actually, Draco disliked the crude, arragant teacher, Snape as much as anyone. He reminded him of Hary. In love with his own power, and a bully. Not that Draco was a sweet little fuzzy kitten.
No, Draco was a ravenous little fuzzy kitten with claws. But he didn't strike the shadows, didn't claw the stragglers, didn't tear the undeserving to shreds. He was just very talented at exacting his own revenge. Talented enough that no one but the teachers, and, to Draco's grudged admittence, Harry, normally left him alone. So why didn't Snape return Draco's loathing? It wasn't that hard to tell. Snape was an ex-slytherinn, a slytherinn that oviously hadn't been put in the house of power, the house of cunning, the house of the snake because he planned on using his deap reserves of magic to save the world from the rising unnamed one. He hated to see his house in the hands of the Dark Lords deapest irritation. And he knew as well as anyone that, had things been different, Draco would be the face that came to mind when student's muttered Ôslytherinn'.
Besides, Draco's potion was finished. It was gurgling like a babbling brook and the murky color of algi, but then, so was the Potion Master's example.
That settled it then.
Draco pushed away from his desk, stood up promptly, and left.
After he'd take about two steps into the hall, a voice interupted him. He readied himself for a coy retort, only to realize that the voice was not that of Harry, or, in fact, of any other slytherinn.
"Just where do you think you're going?"Hermione granger asked, hands on her hips.
"Won't someone notice your gone?" Draco inquired wearily, turning with as languidly as possible. "No. I told Snape we were out of mugroot, and I'd gone to fetch some more".
"He let you do that?"Draco scoffed disbelievingly."YOU? Just let you walk out of the classroom like that?"he awaited her reply.
"No. I didn't wait for him to tell me not to."Hermione gave a proud, defliant flick of her head, sending her ginger hair into a cascadeing tumult.
"my kind of girl."Draco murmured, but not so she could hear him.
"excuse me?"Hermione threw an axious glance over her shoulder, not as sure of herself as she'd preteneded.
"It's nothing."Draco said a little too quickly.
"It is." "It's not, and you still have to tell me why you came after me." For a moment, the two stared at eachother with unspoken challenge.
"allright."Hermione relented at last."You first." Draco sighed and rolled his eyes.
"I'm going to forbidden forest."he said, figureing that the truth was the best answer, as fact being stranger than fiction, particurally in the wizarding world, normally caught people off gard.
"why-"Hermione caught herself as Draco cocked an irritated eyebrow. "I really just wanted to know what you were doing."She confessed.
"That's all you want?" Draco's voice was doubting.
"I want a lot of things. Decent hair, for starters. And possibly an owl. And just a fifth of the fortune Harry has." Her voice had a strange tone to it as she spoke.
Draco picked up on the almost invisible undertone to her words. "Is that what this is about? HARRY?" He was amazed at how hurt it made him feal. He worked to keep his aquamarine eyes perfectly cold and level, like solidly frozen ice, instead of like the shaky,shifting waves he felt like he was drowning in.
"Just a little."Hermione admitted.
"he---you're...the only one...at least in Slytherinn....who doesn't spend all day goggling at him."she quickly stammered before she lost the nerve.
"are you implying that the entire male population of slytherinn, save myself, is gay?"Draco scrutinized hermione, his head cocked at angle that was almost painfull.
"That's not what I meant, and you know it! And don't be such a biggot!" Hermione spat, annoyed.
Draco sighed."I wasn't being serious! And I didn't say there was anything WRONG with it! I just...wanted to know if that's what you meant!"regaining his poise, Draco smiled smugly.
"Aren't you going to send me back to class?"Hermione asked doubtfully, fealing her cheeks tint themselves with the natural rosyness of embaresmeant.
"Aren't you going to tell me not to leave?"