Title: The Potter Game
Author: Eric
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Notes: It's like a bad movie She's lookin' groovy If you were me than you'd be Screamin' someone shoot me... Oh yeah, I don't own that either.
Chapter Four: The Bickering That Gets Nowhere
"I can't believe we have to share a bloody room." Hermione said, sitting down at the chair near the desk. Draco looked at her, skeptically.
"Of course we do. Dumbledore was a nutcase." he said, shaking his head and leaning against the wall with his arms folded.
"He was not!" Hermione said, jumping up from the chair. Draco smirked.
"Oh yes he was. You know him and McGonagall had a fling going on." With every word he said, he took a step closer to Hermione.
"What are you getting at?" Hermione said, a little unsurely.
"Down in the dungeons.." Draco put his arm on the wall behind Hermione.
"You're disgusting." she said, walking away from him and over to the bed, sitting down on it.
"I should hex you right now." Draco said, hand going to his pocket.
"Too bad you don't have a wand." Hermione giggled. Draco's brought his hand back up.
"Shit, I forgot." he said.
"Anyway, if you hexed me you'd have the whole house on your case." she said. Draco looked at her and gave out a short laugh.
"You think anyone cares about you?" he questioned, rhetorically. She was about to answer when he held up his hand, to stop her. "You're a filthy little mudblood, everyone knows it. Harry and Ron put up with you so that you will do their homework." He kicked a chair and started out the door. Hermione rushed past him with tears in her eyes. (Emotional bag of...) He walked after her.
They got to the kitchen, only to find Remus and Camellia sitting there also. 'But I guess all house elves are strange..' They had heard Remus say from the main room.
"All house elves are not strange. They are just like you and me and they have rights!" Hermione said, furiously still on her S. P. E. W. fiasco. Draco rolled his eyes.
"Why don't you just sit down?" Remus said, looking at Hermione with tired eyes. Hermione sat down in a chair and Draco in another.
"The species is called 'House Elves' because they like to do 'House' work." Draco said. (Um.. What else is there to say here except.. Duh?)
"Well they could do house work while getting paid at it." Hermione said. She had been on this S. P. E. W. thing for a while now, though it had subsided a bit after the whole Sirius ordeal.
"Oh sorry, I didn't realize this was a civil rights movement." Draco pretended to be serious. He shook his head and pulled out a cigarette and lighter from his pocket. He lit the cigarette and inhaled, taking a moment before exhaling. (This girl stresses me out, she needs to die or something.)
"Oh! That's so gross!" Hermione said.
"Bite me." Draco responded. From the corner of her eye, Hermione saw Remus move a little but then stop.
"Ugh, go ahead and eat that cancer stick for all I care." she folded her arms. Three house elves came out and Remus paid them each a Knut, just to get Hermione off his case most likely.
"Mr. Lupin-" Hermione was cut off by him.
"Remus."
"Remus.." it was a bit weird for her to call him that. He was a lot older than her, after all. "I never knew your middle name was John." Remus nodded.
"Yep, that's what the 'J' stands for. You finally figured out my secret, I just might have to kill you now." he said. (Oh please do.. I'm crossing my fingers.)
"Oh dear, whatever will I do?" Hermione grinned. (He's such a nice person.) Draco puffed on his cigarette more and Remus and Camellia went back upstairs.
"Do you really have to?" Hermione asked, trying to be nice to him so that however long they're kept up in this house they would at least not have the trouble of fighting about everything.
"Keeps my stress low." he said. Hermione almost choked and she coughed.
"Your stress? What stress?" she said.
"You." he said, putting out the cigarette on the table and kicking his feet up on the table. "Among other things." She sighed.
"We could at least not snap at each other all the time. Like Dumbledore said, we have to stick together." she said. Draco nodded.
"I know. So stop being a prick and I'll start pretending I like you." he gave her a fake smile. She looked down at her hands and they stayed silent for a long time until Hermione finally spoke up again.
"This bickering is getting us nowhere. It would make everything a lot easier for.. For the both of us if we just tried.. Tried to be nice." she said. Her face was flushed and Draco could tell she had been working on that for a long time. "Draco.. Please.." she pleaded.
"Whatever." he said. She grinned. It had worked. Draco let his feet slip off the table and he looked at her.
"Why are you always so mean anyway?" Hermione asked, honestly curious.
"Why are you all up in my business?" he asked back. Hermione groaned and leaned back in her chair. (Lord help me.) "My dad is a Death Eater and I don't think I've ever spoken two words to my mother." He stood up quickly and roughly, his chair falling over. "What the fuck do you think I'd be like?" He walked out of the room and Hermione could hear his feet on the stairs. She sighed, following him to their room.
"I'm sorry." she said, looking at the floor. Draco shrugged, sitting down on the bed. "It's just, I guess I really wasn't thinking. I shouldn't have said that." Draco glanced at her.
"Whatever."
Author: Eric
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Notes: It's like a bad movie She's lookin' groovy If you were me than you'd be Screamin' someone shoot me... Oh yeah, I don't own that either.
Chapter Four: The Bickering That Gets Nowhere
"I can't believe we have to share a bloody room." Hermione said, sitting down at the chair near the desk. Draco looked at her, skeptically.
"Of course we do. Dumbledore was a nutcase." he said, shaking his head and leaning against the wall with his arms folded.
"He was not!" Hermione said, jumping up from the chair. Draco smirked.
"Oh yes he was. You know him and McGonagall had a fling going on." With every word he said, he took a step closer to Hermione.
"What are you getting at?" Hermione said, a little unsurely.
"Down in the dungeons.." Draco put his arm on the wall behind Hermione.
"You're disgusting." she said, walking away from him and over to the bed, sitting down on it.
"I should hex you right now." Draco said, hand going to his pocket.
"Too bad you don't have a wand." Hermione giggled. Draco's brought his hand back up.
"Shit, I forgot." he said.
"Anyway, if you hexed me you'd have the whole house on your case." she said. Draco looked at her and gave out a short laugh.
"You think anyone cares about you?" he questioned, rhetorically. She was about to answer when he held up his hand, to stop her. "You're a filthy little mudblood, everyone knows it. Harry and Ron put up with you so that you will do their homework." He kicked a chair and started out the door. Hermione rushed past him with tears in her eyes. (Emotional bag of...) He walked after her.
They got to the kitchen, only to find Remus and Camellia sitting there also. 'But I guess all house elves are strange..' They had heard Remus say from the main room.
"All house elves are not strange. They are just like you and me and they have rights!" Hermione said, furiously still on her S. P. E. W. fiasco. Draco rolled his eyes.
"Why don't you just sit down?" Remus said, looking at Hermione with tired eyes. Hermione sat down in a chair and Draco in another.
"The species is called 'House Elves' because they like to do 'House' work." Draco said. (Um.. What else is there to say here except.. Duh?)
"Well they could do house work while getting paid at it." Hermione said. She had been on this S. P. E. W. thing for a while now, though it had subsided a bit after the whole Sirius ordeal.
"Oh sorry, I didn't realize this was a civil rights movement." Draco pretended to be serious. He shook his head and pulled out a cigarette and lighter from his pocket. He lit the cigarette and inhaled, taking a moment before exhaling. (This girl stresses me out, she needs to die or something.)
"Oh! That's so gross!" Hermione said.
"Bite me." Draco responded. From the corner of her eye, Hermione saw Remus move a little but then stop.
"Ugh, go ahead and eat that cancer stick for all I care." she folded her arms. Three house elves came out and Remus paid them each a Knut, just to get Hermione off his case most likely.
"Mr. Lupin-" Hermione was cut off by him.
"Remus."
"Remus.." it was a bit weird for her to call him that. He was a lot older than her, after all. "I never knew your middle name was John." Remus nodded.
"Yep, that's what the 'J' stands for. You finally figured out my secret, I just might have to kill you now." he said. (Oh please do.. I'm crossing my fingers.)
"Oh dear, whatever will I do?" Hermione grinned. (He's such a nice person.) Draco puffed on his cigarette more and Remus and Camellia went back upstairs.
"Do you really have to?" Hermione asked, trying to be nice to him so that however long they're kept up in this house they would at least not have the trouble of fighting about everything.
"Keeps my stress low." he said. Hermione almost choked and she coughed.
"Your stress? What stress?" she said.
"You." he said, putting out the cigarette on the table and kicking his feet up on the table. "Among other things." She sighed.
"We could at least not snap at each other all the time. Like Dumbledore said, we have to stick together." she said. Draco nodded.
"I know. So stop being a prick and I'll start pretending I like you." he gave her a fake smile. She looked down at her hands and they stayed silent for a long time until Hermione finally spoke up again.
"This bickering is getting us nowhere. It would make everything a lot easier for.. For the both of us if we just tried.. Tried to be nice." she said. Her face was flushed and Draco could tell she had been working on that for a long time. "Draco.. Please.." she pleaded.
"Whatever." he said. She grinned. It had worked. Draco let his feet slip off the table and he looked at her.
"Why are you always so mean anyway?" Hermione asked, honestly curious.
"Why are you all up in my business?" he asked back. Hermione groaned and leaned back in her chair. (Lord help me.) "My dad is a Death Eater and I don't think I've ever spoken two words to my mother." He stood up quickly and roughly, his chair falling over. "What the fuck do you think I'd be like?" He walked out of the room and Hermione could hear his feet on the stairs. She sighed, following him to their room.
"I'm sorry." she said, looking at the floor. Draco shrugged, sitting down on the bed. "It's just, I guess I really wasn't thinking. I shouldn't have said that." Draco glanced at her.
"Whatever."