HEY GUYS!! Sorry this took so long!! I had exams, and then I had to work
every day over the holiday, and then I have had mad amounts of work inn
every class. We just read Heart of Darkness in three days as well as
reading three short stories, combined with the face that basketball season
just started and I haven't gotten home before 10 pm any night in the past
week! Then I have to start my homework! I haven't slept in ages! I
cannot wait for December 19! Xmas break!! But I think I have to read
another book before then. Oh, and I had to read Gideon's Trumpet which is
a boring book about a trial that happened forty years ago in Florida, well
the appeal process neways. But I just had an anatomy test on the bones in
the skull about five minutes age. (do u know how many bones are in the
skull? Its crazy!) but neways, I'll stop whining and let you read now.
ENJOY!
Disclaimer: If it were mine.. No! That's too scary even for my brain to process! ^_^
LET THE GAMES BEGIN
"Are you sure you weren't supposed to be in Slytherin?"
Draco was staring at the brunette sitting beside him on his bed, her scheme running through his brain. It was positively.evil.
The girl laughed, "You think a Slytherin could plot something like that? Who do you think you're kidding," and with a shift in tone to a softer more mocking voice, "Besides, a Slytherin would never have the guts to pull it off!"
Draco tried to glare at the boasting Gryffindor, but found that offense was not exactly the emotion filling him right then. He was expirencing something which he immediately decided would be best to disregard, and moved his eyes away from the girl.
"But still I wasn't expecting something like this from.from you!"
Hermione laughed, a deep throated sound that sent tingles through Draco's body, and repositioned herself so she was leaning her weight forward on her hands that were resting on the bed. A mock look on innocence dawned on the girl's face as she looked up at Draco with her big brown eyes and said, "Hermione Granger, perfect little Head Girl would never think of something like that." All the while, Draco found that his eyes kept inadvertently shifting to Hermione's bottom lip which, he noticed, was sticking out slightly more than it would have normally.
Draco swallowed.hard.
Hermione, not noticing her effect on the boy, sat back and said in her normal voice, "Besides, did you really think Harry came up with half his schemes on his own?"
Draco, by now having regained composure laughed. "No, I suppose that Potter wouldn't have even been able to pronounce Polyjuice in second year, let alone brew it."
Hermione fixed the blond with a look of shock causing more laughter on Draco's part. With one finger, Draco pushed up on Hermione's chin closing her mouth, which had opened slightly when he last spoke, and leaned close to he speaking in a whisper, "Just between us, Granger, you friends are a couple of lousy actors!"
It was Hermione's turn to find it hard to swallow. For a moment, she thought Draco was going to kiss her; and for a moment, she thought she would let him.
But this thought of kissing a Malfoy were strictly forbidden in the Gryffindor Law, article two section four. Well, the law was more like an understanding: no one would be caught dead snogging a Malfoy, and any one who happened to be the unfortunate witness to this event had every and all rights to hex some sense back into the victim.
Putting her mind back to her brilliance, Hermione sat up straight, shimming slightly to pull herself to her highest height, and said, "If you think the plan is good now, you should hear the rest of it!"
Draco was startled, "There's more?!"
This time Hermione leaned in towards Draco, using her finger to close his mouth.
"You have no idea!"
A malicious smile appeared on Draco's face.
It was a good thing that the dream team had been able to convince Mad-Eye Moody that it was important for them to know the Disillusionment Charm for security reasons. It hadn't taken very long for Hermione to make both her and Draco blend in with their surroundings. But, Draco was still sore at having to miss some of his precious beauty sleep.
"So why exactly do we have to do this now?"
"Because Malfoy, for this charm to work properly, it has to be done while the victim is sleeping."
"Victim.I like the sound of that!"
Hermione elbowed Draco in the chest.
"No fair! I couldn't see that coming! There was no way to defend myself!"
This was answered by another blow to the chest. "Shut up wouldja? Were here!"
Draco grumbled, but complied. Soon they were standing before Fire Crotch and the Boy Wonder as they slept. Many thoughts came flooding to Draco's mind of what kind of mean and evil things he could do as the two lay there defenseless, but a whisper interrupted his thoughts. Hermione was saying the words to her spell.
From the sounds of it, it was quite old and quite complicated. He found himself wondering if he would even be able to cast it. After half a moment, a glowing yellow light encircled both sleeping boys, and slowly seeped into them.
"That's it? You woke me up for that?"
Hermione clasped her hand over Draco's mouth- her time fighting with Harry against darkness had sharpened her senses or else she never would have been able to tell his mouth from his elbow. As it was, Hermione clamped her hand on the spot she heard the noise emanating from.
A groan and shuffle from one of the beds told Draco that he had been too loud, and the two should get out now. The hand was removed from his mouth, and trailed down his body until it found his wrist. Draco tried to ignore the jump he felt when Hermione's hand slid slowly down his neck and arm. There was no gentleness in the touch however, Hermione clamped her hand over Draco's wrist and pulled him out of the room and back to their own.
Draco was sitting in potions with his head on his arm fighting the sleep that was threatening him. It was bad enough that they stayed up half the night planning a scheme and then had to wake up at four o'clock in the morning to put the plan into action, but then the two dunderheads had slept through breakfast and were not even in potions yet. But a sound at the back of the classroom would soon cheer him up.
Turning to look at the back of the room, Draco was soon taken by the urge to laugh, but repressed it to keep away any suspicion.
Two Gryffindors rushed into the room, and tried to sit unnoticed. 'Let the games begin,' Draco caught his mind saying.
Professor Snape rounded on the boys, "Mr. Potter," he began, "Can you tell me precisely what was so important that you had to miss twenty minutes of my class?"
"Uh, well you see, I um.what I mean to say is."
"Mr. Potter," Snape continued in his cold drawl, "Perhaps if you know the material well enough to miss my class, you might be able to teach your peers?"
"Excuse me sir?"
"You heard me Mr. Potter, to the front of the room now." Snape watched as a rather nervous bespectacled boy walked to the front of the room. 'How I love to see them squirm,' he thought. "Now, Mr. Potter, explain to the rest of the class, what are the dangers associated with brewing a sleep inducing potion, and from what point in the process do they arise?"
Harry stood up at the front of the room knowing nothing about the potion. His gaze shifted from person to person. His audience began to whisper; he knew they were talking about him. He could see the weird looks he was getting, but all of a sudden, Neville pointed at Harry with shocked eyes and said, "What is he doing?"
The look of boredom that had generally characterized the expression of the students before changed now to every thing from disgust to condescending, from shocked to hysterical. Lavender Brown fainted while Parviate covered her mouth and gaped in horror. Hermione mimicked this gesture, but more to keep her friend from seeing her laugh at his expense, but Draco made no show of hiding his mocking laughter-
"Look everyone! Potter's in his skivvies!"
Draco's voice echoed throughout the room rising above the crowd. Harry heard it, and fought the urge to look down, but he had to, he had to know. The brilliant green eyes looked down to find that he was clad in nothing but an old pair of what once had been tighty-whities, but had now taken on a rather dingy gray appearance.
"Eww! Doesn't he ever wash those?" a female voice called out from the Slytherin side of the room.
Harry bent down and tried to cover himself up a bit, but in the process, bent too far and fell landing with his scantily clad gluteal region exposed to the entire class.
The room burst out into more cries of laughter, shock, and horror, and an embarrassed raven-haired boy fled the room only to cause more laughter.
But as if he hadn't been unfortunate enough already, the bell to end class rang as Harry was just emerging from the dungeons.
The hallways filled with unsuspecting students, as Harry ran past then trying to get to the Gryffindor common room as soon as possible with sounds of "What the.?" ringing in his ears.
Harry sat on his bed curled into a fetal position, not bothering to clothe himself. He was now safe in the confines of his bed curtains. It had been here that he had had that dream numerous times, the dream where he re-visited that pensive that he had looked into back in his fifth year. But at the end of the dream, it turned out to be him, and the faces, his schoolmates, laughing at him.
It had been like that today. He had lived it, the dream. It haunted him in his guilt and pity until finally he was forced to live it. The shame was greatest of them all, yet not the shame of what happened to him that day, the shame of knowing that his own father had been responsible for the same thing happening over twenty years ago; the same thing to a man who saw the whole thing today.
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Well, the end came out a bit heavier than I intended, but I think that's just fine. Well I will make the next one purely silly, as well as clarify what spell precisely Hermione used. I don't particularly like this chapter, and I wrote parts over about fifty times. It just was never good enough. Well I hope it was alright. I have been under a lot of stress lately, and it's been hard to get the chapter done.
Well, I hope you liked it, and the next one will be better, I promise! I already have some wildly funny ideas. Its great! Poor Ron! He'll never know what hit him! * insert evil laugh here * I also how I am going to fix the Quidditch problem.
THANK YOU!!!! TO ALL OF THE WONDERFUL REVIEWERS!!! I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU MORE, AND I LOVE YOU ONCE AGAIN!!!
Disclaimer: If it were mine.. No! That's too scary even for my brain to process! ^_^
LET THE GAMES BEGIN
"Are you sure you weren't supposed to be in Slytherin?"
Draco was staring at the brunette sitting beside him on his bed, her scheme running through his brain. It was positively.evil.
The girl laughed, "You think a Slytherin could plot something like that? Who do you think you're kidding," and with a shift in tone to a softer more mocking voice, "Besides, a Slytherin would never have the guts to pull it off!"
Draco tried to glare at the boasting Gryffindor, but found that offense was not exactly the emotion filling him right then. He was expirencing something which he immediately decided would be best to disregard, and moved his eyes away from the girl.
"But still I wasn't expecting something like this from.from you!"
Hermione laughed, a deep throated sound that sent tingles through Draco's body, and repositioned herself so she was leaning her weight forward on her hands that were resting on the bed. A mock look on innocence dawned on the girl's face as she looked up at Draco with her big brown eyes and said, "Hermione Granger, perfect little Head Girl would never think of something like that." All the while, Draco found that his eyes kept inadvertently shifting to Hermione's bottom lip which, he noticed, was sticking out slightly more than it would have normally.
Draco swallowed.hard.
Hermione, not noticing her effect on the boy, sat back and said in her normal voice, "Besides, did you really think Harry came up with half his schemes on his own?"
Draco, by now having regained composure laughed. "No, I suppose that Potter wouldn't have even been able to pronounce Polyjuice in second year, let alone brew it."
Hermione fixed the blond with a look of shock causing more laughter on Draco's part. With one finger, Draco pushed up on Hermione's chin closing her mouth, which had opened slightly when he last spoke, and leaned close to he speaking in a whisper, "Just between us, Granger, you friends are a couple of lousy actors!"
It was Hermione's turn to find it hard to swallow. For a moment, she thought Draco was going to kiss her; and for a moment, she thought she would let him.
But this thought of kissing a Malfoy were strictly forbidden in the Gryffindor Law, article two section four. Well, the law was more like an understanding: no one would be caught dead snogging a Malfoy, and any one who happened to be the unfortunate witness to this event had every and all rights to hex some sense back into the victim.
Putting her mind back to her brilliance, Hermione sat up straight, shimming slightly to pull herself to her highest height, and said, "If you think the plan is good now, you should hear the rest of it!"
Draco was startled, "There's more?!"
This time Hermione leaned in towards Draco, using her finger to close his mouth.
"You have no idea!"
A malicious smile appeared on Draco's face.
It was a good thing that the dream team had been able to convince Mad-Eye Moody that it was important for them to know the Disillusionment Charm for security reasons. It hadn't taken very long for Hermione to make both her and Draco blend in with their surroundings. But, Draco was still sore at having to miss some of his precious beauty sleep.
"So why exactly do we have to do this now?"
"Because Malfoy, for this charm to work properly, it has to be done while the victim is sleeping."
"Victim.I like the sound of that!"
Hermione elbowed Draco in the chest.
"No fair! I couldn't see that coming! There was no way to defend myself!"
This was answered by another blow to the chest. "Shut up wouldja? Were here!"
Draco grumbled, but complied. Soon they were standing before Fire Crotch and the Boy Wonder as they slept. Many thoughts came flooding to Draco's mind of what kind of mean and evil things he could do as the two lay there defenseless, but a whisper interrupted his thoughts. Hermione was saying the words to her spell.
From the sounds of it, it was quite old and quite complicated. He found himself wondering if he would even be able to cast it. After half a moment, a glowing yellow light encircled both sleeping boys, and slowly seeped into them.
"That's it? You woke me up for that?"
Hermione clasped her hand over Draco's mouth- her time fighting with Harry against darkness had sharpened her senses or else she never would have been able to tell his mouth from his elbow. As it was, Hermione clamped her hand on the spot she heard the noise emanating from.
A groan and shuffle from one of the beds told Draco that he had been too loud, and the two should get out now. The hand was removed from his mouth, and trailed down his body until it found his wrist. Draco tried to ignore the jump he felt when Hermione's hand slid slowly down his neck and arm. There was no gentleness in the touch however, Hermione clamped her hand over Draco's wrist and pulled him out of the room and back to their own.
Draco was sitting in potions with his head on his arm fighting the sleep that was threatening him. It was bad enough that they stayed up half the night planning a scheme and then had to wake up at four o'clock in the morning to put the plan into action, but then the two dunderheads had slept through breakfast and were not even in potions yet. But a sound at the back of the classroom would soon cheer him up.
Turning to look at the back of the room, Draco was soon taken by the urge to laugh, but repressed it to keep away any suspicion.
Two Gryffindors rushed into the room, and tried to sit unnoticed. 'Let the games begin,' Draco caught his mind saying.
Professor Snape rounded on the boys, "Mr. Potter," he began, "Can you tell me precisely what was so important that you had to miss twenty minutes of my class?"
"Uh, well you see, I um.what I mean to say is."
"Mr. Potter," Snape continued in his cold drawl, "Perhaps if you know the material well enough to miss my class, you might be able to teach your peers?"
"Excuse me sir?"
"You heard me Mr. Potter, to the front of the room now." Snape watched as a rather nervous bespectacled boy walked to the front of the room. 'How I love to see them squirm,' he thought. "Now, Mr. Potter, explain to the rest of the class, what are the dangers associated with brewing a sleep inducing potion, and from what point in the process do they arise?"
Harry stood up at the front of the room knowing nothing about the potion. His gaze shifted from person to person. His audience began to whisper; he knew they were talking about him. He could see the weird looks he was getting, but all of a sudden, Neville pointed at Harry with shocked eyes and said, "What is he doing?"
The look of boredom that had generally characterized the expression of the students before changed now to every thing from disgust to condescending, from shocked to hysterical. Lavender Brown fainted while Parviate covered her mouth and gaped in horror. Hermione mimicked this gesture, but more to keep her friend from seeing her laugh at his expense, but Draco made no show of hiding his mocking laughter-
"Look everyone! Potter's in his skivvies!"
Draco's voice echoed throughout the room rising above the crowd. Harry heard it, and fought the urge to look down, but he had to, he had to know. The brilliant green eyes looked down to find that he was clad in nothing but an old pair of what once had been tighty-whities, but had now taken on a rather dingy gray appearance.
"Eww! Doesn't he ever wash those?" a female voice called out from the Slytherin side of the room.
Harry bent down and tried to cover himself up a bit, but in the process, bent too far and fell landing with his scantily clad gluteal region exposed to the entire class.
The room burst out into more cries of laughter, shock, and horror, and an embarrassed raven-haired boy fled the room only to cause more laughter.
But as if he hadn't been unfortunate enough already, the bell to end class rang as Harry was just emerging from the dungeons.
The hallways filled with unsuspecting students, as Harry ran past then trying to get to the Gryffindor common room as soon as possible with sounds of "What the.?" ringing in his ears.
Harry sat on his bed curled into a fetal position, not bothering to clothe himself. He was now safe in the confines of his bed curtains. It had been here that he had had that dream numerous times, the dream where he re-visited that pensive that he had looked into back in his fifth year. But at the end of the dream, it turned out to be him, and the faces, his schoolmates, laughing at him.
It had been like that today. He had lived it, the dream. It haunted him in his guilt and pity until finally he was forced to live it. The shame was greatest of them all, yet not the shame of what happened to him that day, the shame of knowing that his own father had been responsible for the same thing happening over twenty years ago; the same thing to a man who saw the whole thing today.
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Well, the end came out a bit heavier than I intended, but I think that's just fine. Well I will make the next one purely silly, as well as clarify what spell precisely Hermione used. I don't particularly like this chapter, and I wrote parts over about fifty times. It just was never good enough. Well I hope it was alright. I have been under a lot of stress lately, and it's been hard to get the chapter done.
Well, I hope you liked it, and the next one will be better, I promise! I already have some wildly funny ideas. Its great! Poor Ron! He'll never know what hit him! * insert evil laugh here * I also how I am going to fix the Quidditch problem.
THANK YOU!!!! TO ALL OF THE WONDERFUL REVIEWERS!!! I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU MORE, AND I LOVE YOU ONCE AGAIN!!!