"Do you not have ears, Potter? Have you gone deaf? Why must you insist
on continously breaking the rules?" Snape asked reaching his hands
around until he landed on a soft silky material. He pulled on it, and
in an instant Harry appeared.
"Fifty points from Gryffindor. Now go!" Snape snapped.
"It's important, I have to see Dumbledore!" Harry gasped, catching his breath.
"You can see him in the morning."
"It has to do with Volde-"
"Stop! He's seeing another student. You'll have to wait." Snape said, reluctantly .
"It can't wait! I have to see him now!" Harry couldn't make it more urgent if he tried. He thought through his mind for a spell that would allow him to get past Snape. Snape must've sensed this because he finally said,
"I'll lead you up. But I must warn you, he's seeing someone else right now, and it's of upmost importance, to the order." Snape added this last bit, hushly. Irritated, he turned around and muttered the password
"pea soup."
The gargoyle shifted, and he led Harry up the steps to Dumbledore's office. He knocked on the door and opened it on command.
"Potter wanted to see you sir, I tried to send him back off to bed, but he wouldn't hear of it."
"Thank you, Severus. Harry, Come in and have a seat." Dumbledore said, winking at him with a sparkle in his eye. Harry entered the room, and felt the breeze as Snape slammed the door behind him. The person in the other chair in front of Dumbledore's desk turned around. It was Draco Malfoy.
'Come in, come in! I was just having a nice chat with young Malfoy here. But if what you think is important, we should hear it, I believe."
Harry sat down next to Malfoy. He didn't know how he was going to tell Dumbledore about his dream with Malfoy there. His anger from earlier in the evening started to come back. The whole ordeal with Hermione. He pushed it from his mind, reminding himself that it wasn't Malfoy's fault, and this was important.
"Well then, what is it?" Dumbledore asked. Malfoy glared at him with a snarl on his lips.
"I had a dream."
"Oh yes, dreams can be something. I had one the other night that I'd won the quidditch world cup, but that's not what we're hear to discuss. Continue."
"Well um..." Harry really didn't know how to go on. Malfoy continued to stare and Dumbledore waited patiently.
"I kind of need to tell you in private." he finally said.
"Then you can wait your turn, Potter. I was here first." Malfoy remarked. Harry wondered what Malfoy was doing there. He hoped it didn't have anything to with Hermione. She could end up in big trouble for love charms. But somehow, he didn't think Malfoy to be the type to run to the headmaster, just because some girl had accidentally casted the wrong charm causing him to kiss her. If anything, he knew that Malfoy would make it the subject of his next taunting. But he couldn't think of any other reason why Malfoy might be talking with Dumbledore. Unless he'd already recieved the letter from his father, and he was going to try and find a way out of the school through excuses, to get to the dark lord. But he had to know that Dumbledore wouldn't be that easily fooled.
"Your dream, Harry. Did it have anything to do with young Malfoy here?"
"Um...no?" but he didn't sound convincing.
"Then do go on." he couldn't understand why Dumbledore didn't just send him or Malfoy out into the hallway. Why drag him through this?
"Anything you can say about it, you can say to Mr. Malfoy. I think I better explain his reasoning for being here first, that might loosen your nerves. Draco came to see me about forty-five-- Dear me, forty-six minutes ago. He'd just recieved a letter from his father, summoning him to the Dark Lord." Dumbledore told him. Malfoy smirked. Harry was at a loss for words. Why would Malfoy tell Dumbledore about the letter? The whole school knew Dumbledore was trying to stop Voldemort from taking power. Dumbledore, seeing as this didn't help Harry in the slightest, continued.
"Though I know you have reason to believe otherwise, he is however, not like his father. He does not wish to make the same mistakes or be dealt the same punishment when this is all over. He came to me for guidence."
"I saw it in my dream. Voldemort. He was asking Lucius to bring him in order to use him as a spy. Hermione is tutoring him, and Voldemort felt that was a good way to sneak into our defenses and find out what we know. How do you know that he's not doing that now?" Harry shot Malfoy a look of disgust.
"Pray continue." Dumbledore said, bemused by this.
"He could easily just be telling you this, to get on our side, as a ploy, and get even more information. Snakes are cunning." he shot this directly at Malfoy, who pretended to be scared.
"I have no reason not to trust, Draco. I know he is speaking the truth, Harry. He is on our side. However, I wish for neither of you to speak of this outside this room. To anyone. The last thing that Voldemort needs, is to know that we've discovered his plan. For there are other spies within these castle walls. So I must ask you both to drop it from you mind. Mr. Malfoy, I will call on you again soon, when I have decided what we shall do. In the mean time, if your father does happen to write about not getting a response, come to me immediatly, and we will do something then. I think you two still have enough time to get a cat nap in before you're due at breakfast. Good morning, to the both of you." Dumbledore smiled. Both Malfoy and Harry stood up, and left Dumbledore's office.
"I don't believe a word of it, Malfoy. I'm keeping my eyes on you. If you slip once, I'll see it."
"Do what you please. But if I see you snooping around me, I'll make sure the Gryffindor house pays. It doesn't do good to threaten a prefect, Potter. Ten points from Gryffindor." Malfoy lashed back, and turned in the opposite direction.
"And I know what you did to Hermione!" Harry called out to him. Malfoy stopped dead in his tracks. He turned back around and looked straight into Harry's eyes.
"Ten more points from Gryffindor. And I wouldn't touch your filfthy mud-blooded friend if she were the last female witch in existance. She put the spell on me. And trust me, she'll get all the attention she desires from it. You can tell her that, from me, with love." he turned back around and strode off.
"Oh, and tell her I'll see her at our tutoring session tonight. If she doesn't show up, I'll tell McGonagall." he added as he turned the corner.
Harry went back to Gryffindor tower. He was tired, sore, and felt a little guilty for having lost Gryffindor eighty-five points, in one night. He didn't know how he was going to explain it to the rest of the house. He couldn't just go tell them it was to save their life, that would risk exposure of the plans of the order. And he'd been instructed by Dumbledore not to mention anything about Malfoy being involved. He sank back into his four poster bed, just as the sun was beginning to come up.
He was woken up again by Ron for breakfast. They hurried down to the common room where Hermione was crying. They went over to her.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked finally, seeing that Ron was still mad about the previous night, and was on another one of his no talking sessions. Hermione shoved a piece of paper into Harry's hand. He opened it up.
"Hermione Granger Loves Draco Malfoy." it read. That was all it read. Plain and simple. Harry couldn't see why she was so upset over this.
"What's the big deal, Hermione?" Harry asked her. She dragged him out into the hallway. The stair cases and hallways were covered in papers, all reading the same message. Professor McGonagall came down from her room, her face in horror. She casted a spell, and the papers vanished.
"What on earth is this about?"
"Malfoy did it."
"Well you three better run along to breakfast. I'll look into this." she told them and hurried them off to the Great Hall. The papers had already done their damage though, people were staring at her from every house and whispering about the rumor. She looked over at Draco who was liplocked with Pansy Parkinson. He stopped for a minute to look at her and smiled, then turned his attention back on Pansy. Hermione had tears in her eyes again.
"It was a simple charm mistake." she muttered as they sat down. They'd started eating when Draco made his way over to their table.
"I expect to see you tonight for tutoring, Granger. We have an exam coming up." he told her, placing his hands against the table and leaning closer to her.
"I'm done tutoring you. You can fail on your own accord." she snapped at him. He backed off and smiled.
"No, you'll be there. Or I'll go straight to McGonagall and Snape, telling them both how you hexed me. If that charm hadn't been broken by my complete distaste in you, who knows where it could've lead." he leaned in closer to her "And that could be accounted for as attempted rape. You'd be expelled and sent back to your stupid muggle parent." he whispered to her. Her eyes welded up with tears again. He smirked and walked away, putting his arm around Pansy as they left.
"And Dumbledore wants me to believe he isn't up to something. He's pure evil." Harry muttered and put his arm around Hermione. He looked over at Ron who was red in the face with anger, he got up and went after Malfoy. Harry tried to stop him, but just missed grabbing him. He and Hermione went after him.
"Hey, Malfoy!' Ron yelled. Malfoy turned around and walked over to Ron.
"May I help you, Weasley?" he asked getting in Ron's face.
"Hermione... w-wouldn't touch you either. The c-charm was just to keep your blogger head awake so you'd actually learn something. S-She was trying to help you. Find someone else to tutor you, leave our Hermione alone!" Ron said. He couldn't help but be nervous, even though he and Malfoy were about the same height. Malfoy's presence was still intimidating. He waited for the punch, but it never came. Malfoy had backed off him.
"As much as I hate to admit it, Weasley. You're girlfriend is the smartest in the school. She will be tutorting me because I don't accept anything but the best. So learn to deal with it. I can't help it if she's more attracted to me. Maybe it's the money?" and he walked off to rejoin Pansy.
"Fifty points from Gryffindor. Now go!" Snape snapped.
"It's important, I have to see Dumbledore!" Harry gasped, catching his breath.
"You can see him in the morning."
"It has to do with Volde-"
"Stop! He's seeing another student. You'll have to wait." Snape said, reluctantly .
"It can't wait! I have to see him now!" Harry couldn't make it more urgent if he tried. He thought through his mind for a spell that would allow him to get past Snape. Snape must've sensed this because he finally said,
"I'll lead you up. But I must warn you, he's seeing someone else right now, and it's of upmost importance, to the order." Snape added this last bit, hushly. Irritated, he turned around and muttered the password
"pea soup."
The gargoyle shifted, and he led Harry up the steps to Dumbledore's office. He knocked on the door and opened it on command.
"Potter wanted to see you sir, I tried to send him back off to bed, but he wouldn't hear of it."
"Thank you, Severus. Harry, Come in and have a seat." Dumbledore said, winking at him with a sparkle in his eye. Harry entered the room, and felt the breeze as Snape slammed the door behind him. The person in the other chair in front of Dumbledore's desk turned around. It was Draco Malfoy.
'Come in, come in! I was just having a nice chat with young Malfoy here. But if what you think is important, we should hear it, I believe."
Harry sat down next to Malfoy. He didn't know how he was going to tell Dumbledore about his dream with Malfoy there. His anger from earlier in the evening started to come back. The whole ordeal with Hermione. He pushed it from his mind, reminding himself that it wasn't Malfoy's fault, and this was important.
"Well then, what is it?" Dumbledore asked. Malfoy glared at him with a snarl on his lips.
"I had a dream."
"Oh yes, dreams can be something. I had one the other night that I'd won the quidditch world cup, but that's not what we're hear to discuss. Continue."
"Well um..." Harry really didn't know how to go on. Malfoy continued to stare and Dumbledore waited patiently.
"I kind of need to tell you in private." he finally said.
"Then you can wait your turn, Potter. I was here first." Malfoy remarked. Harry wondered what Malfoy was doing there. He hoped it didn't have anything to with Hermione. She could end up in big trouble for love charms. But somehow, he didn't think Malfoy to be the type to run to the headmaster, just because some girl had accidentally casted the wrong charm causing him to kiss her. If anything, he knew that Malfoy would make it the subject of his next taunting. But he couldn't think of any other reason why Malfoy might be talking with Dumbledore. Unless he'd already recieved the letter from his father, and he was going to try and find a way out of the school through excuses, to get to the dark lord. But he had to know that Dumbledore wouldn't be that easily fooled.
"Your dream, Harry. Did it have anything to do with young Malfoy here?"
"Um...no?" but he didn't sound convincing.
"Then do go on." he couldn't understand why Dumbledore didn't just send him or Malfoy out into the hallway. Why drag him through this?
"Anything you can say about it, you can say to Mr. Malfoy. I think I better explain his reasoning for being here first, that might loosen your nerves. Draco came to see me about forty-five-- Dear me, forty-six minutes ago. He'd just recieved a letter from his father, summoning him to the Dark Lord." Dumbledore told him. Malfoy smirked. Harry was at a loss for words. Why would Malfoy tell Dumbledore about the letter? The whole school knew Dumbledore was trying to stop Voldemort from taking power. Dumbledore, seeing as this didn't help Harry in the slightest, continued.
"Though I know you have reason to believe otherwise, he is however, not like his father. He does not wish to make the same mistakes or be dealt the same punishment when this is all over. He came to me for guidence."
"I saw it in my dream. Voldemort. He was asking Lucius to bring him in order to use him as a spy. Hermione is tutoring him, and Voldemort felt that was a good way to sneak into our defenses and find out what we know. How do you know that he's not doing that now?" Harry shot Malfoy a look of disgust.
"Pray continue." Dumbledore said, bemused by this.
"He could easily just be telling you this, to get on our side, as a ploy, and get even more information. Snakes are cunning." he shot this directly at Malfoy, who pretended to be scared.
"I have no reason not to trust, Draco. I know he is speaking the truth, Harry. He is on our side. However, I wish for neither of you to speak of this outside this room. To anyone. The last thing that Voldemort needs, is to know that we've discovered his plan. For there are other spies within these castle walls. So I must ask you both to drop it from you mind. Mr. Malfoy, I will call on you again soon, when I have decided what we shall do. In the mean time, if your father does happen to write about not getting a response, come to me immediatly, and we will do something then. I think you two still have enough time to get a cat nap in before you're due at breakfast. Good morning, to the both of you." Dumbledore smiled. Both Malfoy and Harry stood up, and left Dumbledore's office.
"I don't believe a word of it, Malfoy. I'm keeping my eyes on you. If you slip once, I'll see it."
"Do what you please. But if I see you snooping around me, I'll make sure the Gryffindor house pays. It doesn't do good to threaten a prefect, Potter. Ten points from Gryffindor." Malfoy lashed back, and turned in the opposite direction.
"And I know what you did to Hermione!" Harry called out to him. Malfoy stopped dead in his tracks. He turned back around and looked straight into Harry's eyes.
"Ten more points from Gryffindor. And I wouldn't touch your filfthy mud-blooded friend if she were the last female witch in existance. She put the spell on me. And trust me, she'll get all the attention she desires from it. You can tell her that, from me, with love." he turned back around and strode off.
"Oh, and tell her I'll see her at our tutoring session tonight. If she doesn't show up, I'll tell McGonagall." he added as he turned the corner.
Harry went back to Gryffindor tower. He was tired, sore, and felt a little guilty for having lost Gryffindor eighty-five points, in one night. He didn't know how he was going to explain it to the rest of the house. He couldn't just go tell them it was to save their life, that would risk exposure of the plans of the order. And he'd been instructed by Dumbledore not to mention anything about Malfoy being involved. He sank back into his four poster bed, just as the sun was beginning to come up.
He was woken up again by Ron for breakfast. They hurried down to the common room where Hermione was crying. They went over to her.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked finally, seeing that Ron was still mad about the previous night, and was on another one of his no talking sessions. Hermione shoved a piece of paper into Harry's hand. He opened it up.
"Hermione Granger Loves Draco Malfoy." it read. That was all it read. Plain and simple. Harry couldn't see why she was so upset over this.
"What's the big deal, Hermione?" Harry asked her. She dragged him out into the hallway. The stair cases and hallways were covered in papers, all reading the same message. Professor McGonagall came down from her room, her face in horror. She casted a spell, and the papers vanished.
"What on earth is this about?"
"Malfoy did it."
"Well you three better run along to breakfast. I'll look into this." she told them and hurried them off to the Great Hall. The papers had already done their damage though, people were staring at her from every house and whispering about the rumor. She looked over at Draco who was liplocked with Pansy Parkinson. He stopped for a minute to look at her and smiled, then turned his attention back on Pansy. Hermione had tears in her eyes again.
"It was a simple charm mistake." she muttered as they sat down. They'd started eating when Draco made his way over to their table.
"I expect to see you tonight for tutoring, Granger. We have an exam coming up." he told her, placing his hands against the table and leaning closer to her.
"I'm done tutoring you. You can fail on your own accord." she snapped at him. He backed off and smiled.
"No, you'll be there. Or I'll go straight to McGonagall and Snape, telling them both how you hexed me. If that charm hadn't been broken by my complete distaste in you, who knows where it could've lead." he leaned in closer to her "And that could be accounted for as attempted rape. You'd be expelled and sent back to your stupid muggle parent." he whispered to her. Her eyes welded up with tears again. He smirked and walked away, putting his arm around Pansy as they left.
"And Dumbledore wants me to believe he isn't up to something. He's pure evil." Harry muttered and put his arm around Hermione. He looked over at Ron who was red in the face with anger, he got up and went after Malfoy. Harry tried to stop him, but just missed grabbing him. He and Hermione went after him.
"Hey, Malfoy!' Ron yelled. Malfoy turned around and walked over to Ron.
"May I help you, Weasley?" he asked getting in Ron's face.
"Hermione... w-wouldn't touch you either. The c-charm was just to keep your blogger head awake so you'd actually learn something. S-She was trying to help you. Find someone else to tutor you, leave our Hermione alone!" Ron said. He couldn't help but be nervous, even though he and Malfoy were about the same height. Malfoy's presence was still intimidating. He waited for the punch, but it never came. Malfoy had backed off him.
"As much as I hate to admit it, Weasley. You're girlfriend is the smartest in the school. She will be tutorting me because I don't accept anything but the best. So learn to deal with it. I can't help it if she's more attracted to me. Maybe it's the money?" and he walked off to rejoin Pansy.