A/N: I'm sooo sorry for the long wait! I have a math exam this week and sooo much homework, not to mention track. In the tiny tidbits of time before the end of class, this is what I have written over the last couple of days. And I finished it last night when I was supposed to be studying for my French test this morning but oh well. In my notebook, its about six pages long so it's probably gonna be short as usual.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, besides the plot, Bella Portillo, and Prophesies of Magic Volumes I-III
Title: Prophesy of Forbidden Love
Authoress: Princess of the Apocalypse
Chapter Five
Hermione turned around only to see Draco Malfoy's penetrating eyes staring at her. Draco suddenly blinked and stalked away, his cloak billowing. She stepped back. In he process, she accidentally stomped on Ginny's foot.
"Ow! Hermione, what are you staring at?" Ginny bent down to pick up the coins she had dropped. As she stood up, she saw what Hermione was staring at.
"Draco Malfoy huh? Didn't know you fancied bad boys Mione."
With that last comment, Hermione snapped out of her reverie and turning red.
Of course not Gin! I was er, gazing at the um, robe in the window. You know, comparing it to mine."
Ginny raised an eyebrow. She decided it wasn't the best moment to talk about certain boys. Not in the middle of Madame Malkins. She said brightly, "It's time to go meet Harry and Ron! C'mon."
Ginny and Hermione wandered back to the Three Broomsticks.
By the time the girls arrived at the pub, it was drizzling slightly.
They stepped inside. Ginny immediately called to Madame Rosmerta for a round of butterbeers.
Hermione hurried over to Harry and Ron at their usual table in the corner.
They were as usual, discussing animatedly of Quidditch. Her best friends paused their conversation to let Hermione scramble in the booth to sit between them.
Ginny came balancing four mugs of butterbeer. Harry raised from his seat to help Ginny, smiling at her.
"Are those your robe?" Ron questioned.
Ginny nodded as her and Hermione took long sips of the warm beverage in their cold hands.
"Well? Let us see!" Harry said.
"No, you'll just hafta wait!" Hermione said smartly. Secretly, she didn't want them to see her robe because of the color scheme.
"Fine, fine whatever." Harry and Ron pouted for a couple minutes before talking about Quidditch again. Hermione sighed.
A gust of cold air filled the bustling pub.
Draco Malfoy had just entered the Three Broomsticks.
(A/N: I was gonna leave here but that would be too mean and too short!)
He swept through the tavern with Pansy Parkinson clinging to his side. Crabbe and Goyle went up to order butterbeers; pushing all the first and second years out of the way to get to the front of the line.
They sat down at a table a couple table away from Hermione's table. Draco sat down with Pansy drawing a chair closer to him, but not really sitting in it. She was practically on Draco's lap, whispering sweet (perverse) nothings in his ear. Draco merely smirked.
Crabbe and Goyle lumbered over to the table, sloshing butterbeer as they went.
They slid the drinks onto the table. Warm butterbeer splashed out over the rim of the mug. Cascading into Draco's lap.
Draco jumped sending the table to the floor. Pansy shrieked and scampered away.
Silence reigned in the Three Broomsticks.
Draco reached for her handkerchief, loudly letting out a long colorful string of words.
During all this, Hermione was watching from the bar, waiting for refills from Madame Rosmerta. She calmly strode over to a complaining pissed off Draco Malfoy.
She held out her wand towards his lap and uttered on word, "Helioso."
Draco was staring at where her wand was pointed and gulped slightly.
Draco stared at the pretty girl in front of him. Had he just been helped by Mudblood Granger?
"What the hell was that about?" Draco whispered harshly, his brow crinkling.
"Keeping you from making a total arse of yourself" Hermione replied smartly. "When you curse like that, it gives us Prefects a bad image."
"Jesus, Her-Granger, get over yourself. Nobody looks up to us that much."
Hermione merely rolled her eyes, went to the bar, collected the refilled mugs and stalked back to her booth.
The tavern's volume increased within moments.
Draco Malfoy and his "posse" walked out of the Three Broomsticks.
Ten minutes later, Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione filed out the door into the now dense sleet of rain.
Hermione cast a water-repelling spell until the group arrived at HoneyDukes.
Ron bought Chocolate Frogs.
Harry bought Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans.
Hermione and Ginny purchased chocolate, Sugar Quills, and flavor-changing lollipops.
After paying for their purchases, the group headed to Zonkos.
Harry bought Canary Creams that Fred and George were allowed to advertise there.
Ron purchased Pepper-up chewing gum.
Hermione and Ginny didn't buy anything, but just browsed, laughing occasionally.
~*~
The Hogwarts students year three and up trudged back to the Hogwarts carriages, with heavy shopping bags and lighter money bags.
Harry was just helping Hermione into a carriage when non other than Draco Malfoy shoved them aside to get into the carriage. Almost pushing Hermione into the mud, but Ron caught her.
"Hey Malfoy! What the hell are you doing?!" Harry yelled loudly.
"Is there a problem Mister Potter?" came a silky voice from behind. Harry cringed as he turned around to see who he had hoped no to see. It was the Potions Master, Professor Severus Snape.
Not wanting any trouble, Harry just muttered, "No sir, not at all."
"Very well, but for the use of profanity, fifteen points from Gryffindor."
And that certain trip to Hogsmeade ended on a sour note.
A/N: Okay I gotsta bounce cos I can't miss my bus!
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