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Quidditch?
Hermione stood up from the ground and looked the boy right in his pale grey eyes and said is as steady of a voice as she could muster, ÒFlying?Ó
ÒYeah, thereÕs not a problem with that is there?Ó he asked sneering.
Hermione had been able to control her broom just fine in her first year, so long as it didnÕt go more than five feet of the ground. Since no one really expected an eleven year old muggle-born to be a Quidditch star, Madam Hooch had let her off easy. She had not been on a broom since. Riding in Muggle elevators made her queasy! The though of being to apperate to where ever she needed to be instead of taking airplanes had been quite a comfort. And here was her archenemy asking her in an entirely sarcastic tone if she had a problem flying.
ÒNo, not at all.Ó The statement was followed by a staring contest as each student probed the other for signs of weakness.
ÒWell, Severus, it is lunch time and unless IÕm mistaken, you owe me three knuts this time?Ó
Hermione had entered the Great Hall apparently in fine position followed close by the blond Slytherin.
Professor Snape grumbled as he began to dig into his money bag for the second time that morning. He was looking for the last knut when he heard a familiarly cheeky voice addressing Minerva.
ÒExcuse me Professor,Ó
ÒYes Mr. Malfoy?Ó Snape watched in interest.
ÒWell, I was wondering if you had an extra broom that we might be able to borrow.Ó
ÒA broom? What ever for?Ó
ÒWell Professor, I do play Quidditch and since I cannot get rid of Granger,Ó here he shot her one of the most lethal death glares ever used, ÒIt looks as if she is going to need a broom to fly on.Ó
Professor Snape smiled, the entire faculty knew about Ms. GrangerÕs little problem with heights.
ÒYes, IÕll send one up to you room with a house elf,Ó Minerva was slowly realizing what was happening.
ÒThank you Professor.Ó The still pink haired boy walked away from the table followed by a distraught brunette.
Snape turned to McGonagall his hand out stretched, ÒYou were saying Minerva?Ó
Hermione stood on the Quidditch Pitch gripping the end of her broomstick as if her life depended on it. Malfoy was flying in circles around her head. Presently he had swooped down so he could taunt her.
ÒCome on Granger! It canÕt be that hard for you to ride things, what with your hanging out with Potter and Weasely so much!Ó
Hermione swung at him missing entirely. ÒTake that back!Ó she shouted.
ÒWhy donÕt you come up here and make me?Ó
ÒOoo!Ó Hermione really wanted to fly up and deck the boy, but her feet would not allow her to kick off the ground. She heard Malfoy sigh.
In a moment, he had flown down so that his eyes were level with his own. Staring into her deep chocolate eyes, he began to speak. ÒI tried to let you do this the easy way, but it looks like you choose the hard path.Ó
He began to fly again. What did he mean? ÒMalfoy?Ó She realized that he had gone further than before. ÒMalfoy?Ó Her stomach began to get, that feeling. ÒMalfoy!Ó She could feel the elasticity almost snapping and finally letting go, ÒAAAAAAHH!!Ó Her high pitch shriek pierced the dusk.
Malfoy kept going up, and Hermione kept clutching her broom, her eyes closed trying to push out the feelings of ascending and being hit by cold wind. Suddenly, she stopped and felt stable. Even though she thought better of it, she opened her eyes- big mistake!
The ground was so far below her, that she was sure if she had a sickle in her hand, and she was willing to let go of her broom, she would be able to hide the entire Quidditch Pitch.
Then she heard MalfoyÕs evil snicker. ÒOh, I didnÕt know they sold Mudbloods in various shades of green!Ó
Hermione looked up sharply and glared at him, ÒTake that back you freaking ferret!Ó
ÒMake me!Ó With that he took off soaring and whirling through the air, dragging a sickened Hermione behind him.
The world began to flow very quickly around Hermione, a whirl of colors that began to stop taking any shape. Her head became light and her hands became so sweaty; her grip was so tight she could no longer feel the broom. And suddenly, it wasnÕt there.
Malfoy was flying around doing all the tricks he could, flips, dives, doing everything at top speed, laughing manically the whole time. Quick glances behind him told him that Granger was about to get physically sick. He stopped in the air to laugh at the poor girls misfortune, when he felt a slight pull and realized his broom was going down.
Draco looked down and felt his stomach tighten; Hermione was no longer on her broom, but plummeting towards the ground.
He gripped his broom tightly and started to dive. He wasnÕt the seeker on the Slytherin Quidditch team for nothing; well he was actually seeker on the Slytherin team because his father was rich enough to buy supplies for the entire Quidditch team, but that was besides the point. He was fast and had a sure grip.
He reached Hermione when she was about ten feet off the ground, grabbing her around the waist and sitting her on the broom in front of him and pulling up in his dive so he wouldnÕt crash into the ground.
When he stopped, Hermione was sitting sidesaddle on the broom and some how, he didnÕt know if he pulled her there or if she had done it herself, had her head on his chest. Her body was violently shaking which, Draco was afraid, might push her off the broom of course. Draco put his other arm around her, so she wouldnÕt fall off the broom of course, and realized that the new movement of her body meant she was crying.
Draco felt her small hands on his back and felt a strange sensation flowing through him. Curious as to what was happening, he reached his hand up and patted the no longer busy hair of the Gryffindor.
ÒAre you okay?Ó
He could feel her nod into his chest, and tightened his arms around her.
ÒLets go.Ó
Again she nodded. Draco pulled one arm off of the girl and moved it to the handle of his broom. And began to move. Hermione shuddered and gripped him tighter. So he stopped.
ÒIt will get you to the room faster, IÕll go slow, I promise.Ó
Hermione pulled him tighter, which he figured meant okay, so slowly he began to move, resting his chin on her head. As he went he began to realize something that he was not prepared to admit to himself. He took his chin off her head and proceeded on his way.
When he got to the room, he set her down and walked over to his bed picking up a book.
Hermione sat for a moment on the edge of her bed breathing heavily. When she was finally able to catch her breath, she looked up at the boy across the room. With a shaky and weak voice, she managed to say, ÒThank you, for catching me.Ó
ÒYea, well donÕt flatter yourself,Ó he rolled over on his side so his back was to her, Òit would suck to be stuck to a rotting corpse for God only knows how long!Ó
ÒOh,Ó was the only thing Hermione whispered. Then she got up and went to the bathroom to shower, forcing Draco to get off his bed.
She came out about an hour later and was ready to go to bed, but Draco decided to take a shower. He walked into and out of the bathroom.
ÒYou know IÕm getting sort of tired of this pink hair!Ó
Hermione rolled her eyes and flicked her wand in his direction.
He nodded and walked into the bathroom before-
ÒGRANGER!!Ó Draco Malfoy stormed back into the room.
ÒWhat you donÕt like purple either?Ó
He began to shake his head furiously, ÒOh, okay, thatÕs just fine, just fine, Mudblood!Ó
He went into the shower and took so long that Hermione actually fell asleep on her feet. As the bathroom was closer to DracoÕs bed than HermioneÕs so the arrangement suited Draco just fine.
Hermione awoke the next morning on the floor in a crumpled ball. ÒJerk,Ó she muttered at MalfoyÕs supposedly sleeping form as she made her way to the bathroom.
Draco turned over in his bed and waited for the sound that he so desperately wanted to hear.
And then it came, a shriek followed by, ÒDRACO MALFOY, WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO MY NOSE!!Ó
Hermione stormed out of the bathroom and Draco was pretending to sleep again.
ÒDonÕt even I know your up!Ó She pushed him and he snored quite loudly. ÒAlright Malfoy, you want to make my nose look like some witch from a muggle fairy tale? LetÕs just see what we can transfigure on you!Ó
Draco opened his eyes to look at Hermione, whose nose was long and crooked, sporting warts and complete with a spider hanging of the tip by a thread. Would she do any thing? He didnÕt need to ask, for at that exact moment, he felt something shift in his boxers and ran to the bathroom eyes wide with fright.
Hermione waited for what was sure to follow.
ÒSCALES?!?!Ó
Hermione snickered to herself.
A couple of hours later, the two teens were in Potions sitting as far away form each other as possible. Hermione still had her fairy tale witch nose, but also now had, warts all over her hands, long black fingernails that grew every time she attempted to pick up her quill, and green hair which seemed to be supporting the life of many various creatures. Draco, still had purple hair and his scales, but he also had pink and blue polka dots all over his skin, a green unibrow, and a full orange beard and mustache that was discouraging any form of verbal communication.
The PotionÕs master, after trying to figure out just who owed who money at this point decided that it was high time for action. He looked over his class of snickering, whispering students with disgust.
ÒSILENCE!Ó
All noise in the classroom fell at the loud booming sound of the ProfessorÕs voice; his anger was evident.
He briskly turned and stormed into the supply room returning moments later with a vial in his hand.
ÒLetÕs find out whoÕs behind this little stunt shall we?Ó
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Well? Did we like? Yea this one got a little serious in the middle, but I see silly for a while, a long while, I just thought the broom thing was important. I like it, ne ways.
Next chapter is called Veritisum! Bet u could guess what might happen? But what will the reaction be? I have an inkling!! Yay! This will be fun! ::snicker snicker::
But yea, I am worried that my spelling (Veritisum) (the truth potion) might be a lil off, I could use some reinforcement! Help guys?
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