How to Lift a Kitten By the Scruff of His Neck:Part Four.
The howling haulted abruptly when Draco and Hermione reached the bottom of the stairs. Draco growled his frustration. "It's allright."Hermione said a little too quickly, trying to console him. "At least we missed potions class!"she added hurridly.
"Are you quite sure?"Draco seamed reluctant to re-enter Hogwarts so soon.
Hermione winced. "almost completely. But we can daudle, if you like. As I'm not so sure that Snape is going to be so happy to see either of us".
Draco looked around as though he was afraid someone would see them together. Hermione rolled her eyes. "It's fine. Honestly, haven't you ever skipped class before???"She stared him down, as though utterly repulsed and repelled by the idea.
"WHAT?"Draco was outraged. His blue eyes sparked like fire;like blue fire;like the hottest, most angrey fire of all. "Of COURSE I have!" "Good." Draco made a strange, throaty noise halfway between a sigh and a growl. Like an agrivated feline. "Easy for you to say. You aren't in the same house as the boy-who-lived-to-speak-to-snakes!" Hermione jutted her jaw in a firm, angrey line. "Well, if I was, I'm sure I could handle it. handle HIM! I wouldn't be afraid to go back to class because of any Harry Potter!" The words hurt. But it was a breif scalding, like the burst cold when you touch something so hot your body can not reconingnize it for what it really is. Draco recovered quickly. "Better than me?" he scoffed,"good god, girl, who do you think you are? Or did you write that History of Hogwarts report for zig-zag scar out of the goodness of your heart?" Draco sneered.
Hermione's face fell. She looked crumpled, depleated. She dipped her head so a curtain of curly ginger hair fell to cover her face. Draco shifted, irked. He glanced at the sky,which was beginning to blacken and swell, evidently hailing a coming storm, and knuckled a smudge from his cheak. "I didn't mean---"he broke off in a mixture of irritation, loss of words, and general inexperience at making sincere apolagys. Hermione hugged her arms to her chest, drawing her robes tight about her. Guiltily, Draco couldn't help noticing what a lovely figure she had. And ever since her teeth had been streightened.
Draco cocked his head to one side and studied her. Her hair was actually quite a pretty color, once you got over the frizz- a deap, golden brown like a perfectly roasted marshmellow. She was quite pretty, really, for a gryffendor. She looked up for a moment, and liquid, molasses colored eyes glistened with a faint shene of tears. Then she ducked her head again.
"I---"Draco started again, but, to his astonished irritation, found he could think of absoulutely nothing to say, except mabye a few ummms or, at best, a nevermind. "how did you hear about that?"Hermione whispered.
Draco did something he'd never done before. But then, he couldn't remember ever fealing this way before, either. Why did Hermione make him feal like some great, spired wall inside him had collapsed? He was used to being cold, forebodeing, evasive, and on guard. In other words:serpentine and slytherinn to the marrow, to the bone. But now he just felt frantic, muddled as a muddied pound. His eyes showed it, looseing some of their normal feirceness and brightness. Gently, Draco brushed a strand of hair behind Hermione's ear,trailing two fingures along her cheek, tracing her profile down to her neck.
Hermione looked up difiantly, as though expecting to see Draco mocking her. Her mouth parted slightly in surprise when she saw the unacostommed warmth in Draco's eyes. Draco tilted his head to study her, then brushed the hair away on the right side of her face as well. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING??" Draco squeaked as he was yanked roughly away by the collar of his robes. He delved into his pockete with the quickness of a startled snake, his long,sturdy fingures quickly closeing about his wand.
"Draco!" Hermione warned.
"What? Another illusion?" Draco spat, annoyed. He fought to twist, to veiw his captive, to strike out, curseing under his breath as he failed.
"no."Hermione said quietly. She let out a breath, souding haggard. "Let him go, Mcgonnagle.
"WHAT?"Draco shrieked, finally wrenching free.
Mcgonnagle quickly caught him again. She turned the slytherinn to face her,looking deaply annoyed, then stared over her shoulder at Hermione. "Oh I'm not trying to help YOU, dear girl! God knows your in as much trouble as he is!"She snapped.
"I--we weren't...."l.
"what, leaving school grounds? Don't be silly, of course you were! Haven't you any sense at all? Didn't you hear the news? Voldemort is back is town!"
The howling haulted abruptly when Draco and Hermione reached the bottom of the stairs. Draco growled his frustration. "It's allright."Hermione said a little too quickly, trying to console him. "At least we missed potions class!"she added hurridly.
"Are you quite sure?"Draco seamed reluctant to re-enter Hogwarts so soon.
Hermione winced. "almost completely. But we can daudle, if you like. As I'm not so sure that Snape is going to be so happy to see either of us".
Draco looked around as though he was afraid someone would see them together. Hermione rolled her eyes. "It's fine. Honestly, haven't you ever skipped class before???"She stared him down, as though utterly repulsed and repelled by the idea.
"WHAT?"Draco was outraged. His blue eyes sparked like fire;like blue fire;like the hottest, most angrey fire of all. "Of COURSE I have!" "Good." Draco made a strange, throaty noise halfway between a sigh and a growl. Like an agrivated feline. "Easy for you to say. You aren't in the same house as the boy-who-lived-to-speak-to-snakes!" Hermione jutted her jaw in a firm, angrey line. "Well, if I was, I'm sure I could handle it. handle HIM! I wouldn't be afraid to go back to class because of any Harry Potter!" The words hurt. But it was a breif scalding, like the burst cold when you touch something so hot your body can not reconingnize it for what it really is. Draco recovered quickly. "Better than me?" he scoffed,"good god, girl, who do you think you are? Or did you write that History of Hogwarts report for zig-zag scar out of the goodness of your heart?" Draco sneered.
Hermione's face fell. She looked crumpled, depleated. She dipped her head so a curtain of curly ginger hair fell to cover her face. Draco shifted, irked. He glanced at the sky,which was beginning to blacken and swell, evidently hailing a coming storm, and knuckled a smudge from his cheak. "I didn't mean---"he broke off in a mixture of irritation, loss of words, and general inexperience at making sincere apolagys. Hermione hugged her arms to her chest, drawing her robes tight about her. Guiltily, Draco couldn't help noticing what a lovely figure she had. And ever since her teeth had been streightened.
Draco cocked his head to one side and studied her. Her hair was actually quite a pretty color, once you got over the frizz- a deap, golden brown like a perfectly roasted marshmellow. She was quite pretty, really, for a gryffendor. She looked up for a moment, and liquid, molasses colored eyes glistened with a faint shene of tears. Then she ducked her head again.
"I---"Draco started again, but, to his astonished irritation, found he could think of absoulutely nothing to say, except mabye a few ummms or, at best, a nevermind. "how did you hear about that?"Hermione whispered.
Draco did something he'd never done before. But then, he couldn't remember ever fealing this way before, either. Why did Hermione make him feal like some great, spired wall inside him had collapsed? He was used to being cold, forebodeing, evasive, and on guard. In other words:serpentine and slytherinn to the marrow, to the bone. But now he just felt frantic, muddled as a muddied pound. His eyes showed it, looseing some of their normal feirceness and brightness. Gently, Draco brushed a strand of hair behind Hermione's ear,trailing two fingures along her cheek, tracing her profile down to her neck.
Hermione looked up difiantly, as though expecting to see Draco mocking her. Her mouth parted slightly in surprise when she saw the unacostommed warmth in Draco's eyes. Draco tilted his head to study her, then brushed the hair away on the right side of her face as well. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING??" Draco squeaked as he was yanked roughly away by the collar of his robes. He delved into his pockete with the quickness of a startled snake, his long,sturdy fingures quickly closeing about his wand.
"Draco!" Hermione warned.
"What? Another illusion?" Draco spat, annoyed. He fought to twist, to veiw his captive, to strike out, curseing under his breath as he failed.
"no."Hermione said quietly. She let out a breath, souding haggard. "Let him go, Mcgonnagle.
"WHAT?"Draco shrieked, finally wrenching free.
Mcgonnagle quickly caught him again. She turned the slytherinn to face her,looking deaply annoyed, then stared over her shoulder at Hermione. "Oh I'm not trying to help YOU, dear girl! God knows your in as much trouble as he is!"She snapped.
"I--we weren't...."l.
"what, leaving school grounds? Don't be silly, of course you were! Haven't you any sense at all? Didn't you hear the news? Voldemort is back is town!"