Disy: On Chapter 2, not default chapter or first chapter, but Chapter 2.
A/N: Hey folks! This is going to be a sequel btw. OH, REMEMBER THAT IT IS REPTON AND NEWTON WHO ARE RIVALS (SOZ!), AND WARNER, HIGHAMS AND REPTON ARE FRIENDS BUT HATE NEWTON. GOT IT! Back to the story.
*Chapter 3*
Harry, Ron and Hermione led the way towards the front entrance. No one was around except those three and the rest of Hogwarts. Pansy shrieked as she saw Malfoy walking with Hermione.
"Draco!" She cooed, "I've been waiting for you to come and see me for soooo long but you haven't set foot into my dorm. And what are you doing with that B**** anyway?"
"For your information, she is Head Girl and I am Head Boy, therefore we must be together when we are going out with someone from this school. Dumbledore says so."
"When did you ever listen to what that crackpot old fool?" Pansy whined.
"Shut up, I'm trying to look like I don't know you."
"Fine!"
"What was that all about Malfoy? Sexual harassment hasn't got anything to do with it - does it?" Hermione said quite amused.
"No. Just trying to get rid of her," Malfoy stared daggers behind Pansy's back.
"Uh huh."
"It's true."
"Whatever. Hey there's that caretaker, he looks pretty scary, doesn't he Ron. Ron?" Hermione turned around to find Ron trying to hide himself, "Get up Ron! What are you hiding from?"
"Lavender. She's up ahead. She walked past and said hi to me."
"You are really pathetic Ron, you really are."
"Easy for you to say. I mean you have Krum wrapped around your finger."
"Actually, we broke up during the summer. I think he was seeing someone else or he thought that I still went out with Harry. Long story, I'll tell you later."
"You broke up with Krum? How come that didn't come in the Daily Prophet?"
"Never mind that now."
Ron and Hermione walked towards the caretaker and he led them and the rest around the grounds first. Harry pretended to listen to the two of them as he trotted along side them. His mind was clearly on other things.
****************************************Arkhangelsk************************* ******************
"Now, if you will just come this way."
The guide was a tall lean fellow, with yellow sunken cheeks and eye sockets so deep and shadowed you could not be sure whether there were eyes in them or not. He reminded Hermione, Harry and Ron of Filch, Hogwarts caretaker. Mind you, this guy was the Russian School of Sorcery caretaker, too.
Domohov had led the exchange students to the very edge of Arkhangelsk, the School village, in Russia, after their tour around the grounds. The very place Hermione had wanted to see the most. She had heard many stories to do with the White Sea and had always wanted to experience the magic held within. This was a silly idea, as she knew that she could never do such a thing; for these were just make believe stories that took place over 400 years ago - in the book she was reading on the coach. Yet still she had the uncertain feeling that something was just waiting for her approach.
A salty gust of fresh sea air rushed into her wavy, dark, silky hair, she ran her fingers through it as if making sure the wind had not blown her fountain of hair away.
Russia felt like home to her for she had heard many strange but motivating stories from here, and the gust of air made her feel as if she was acting out one of the tales.
Wow, she is so beautiful, her hair fluttering in the wind like that. I wish.maybe I shouldn't, it would hurt her. But she asked for it.Malfoy pondered on this thought.
The White Sea hinted at wonders, which were so eerie that it made all you had seen so far seem thin, flat and forgotten. Yet the waves seemed longing for Hermione to go into the depths and bathe in the freezing waters, as if daring her to see if she could live against the chill of the waters.
"Hey! 'Mione! Come here!"
Hermione's thoughts were dragged out of her as the tide drew nearer to her. Ron was staring at a shop - a Quidditch shop. In the window display, there lay the new first-rate broomstick - the lighteningstrike - there was also a mannequin (it moves and talks) wearing a set of Russian Quidditch robes, with extras attached to it such as a wand satchel and a portable radio (A/N: just go with me here, portable radio and TVs do exist in my story), that told you all the latest news on Quidditch.
Ron dragged Hermione, who was unwilling, into the shop and started on a huge lecture about what he would like for Christmas. Harry had snapped out of his trance and talking animatedly to Seamus about the latest match. The Slytherin Trio followed silently, while Pansy, Lavender and Parvati were arguing about flirting with Malfoy. Pansy accused the two of flirting while they said that they were none the happier of spending the holiday with him let alone talking to her. As they entered the store, their eyes grew wide. The Russian Quidditch colours, royal blue and screaming silver adorned the whole store. Rails of blue dresses with blue and silver sashes laced around their necks, waves of robes for all occasions smeared with the two colours looking very attractive, Quidditch robes filled the corners and the various supplies were placed among the clothes, as if determined to be sold, were amazing.
********************************************Hermione********************** ************************
Hermione ran towards the dresses, she didn't know much about Quidditch, but she knew which team had good taste. She decided to try it on just for fun and see if it was in her budget. She picked a dress, realising that all were the same size. An assistant came towards her with a wand in his hand.
"D'ya wanna try that on, miss?" He asked.
"Um, yeah, please."
The assistant flicked his wand and left Hermione to it. Hermione found it too large. Before she had anything to say, the dress began to shrink, the waist hemming fixed itself to her waist so her belly button was shown and the dress adjusted itself to hug curves.
The dress had no shoulder straps and the once a flowing wave of silver around the base of the dress. The satin dress had folds around the bottom half while the top body of it was studded with tiny, sparkling blue topaz. Her reflection told her this was the most beautiful thing she had ever worn. She laced the sash around her neck and made her wavy hair flow past her shoulders. Instantly her hair was covered with a lace a sapphires of various sizes and her face was masked with make up. This magic definitely did not belong to the store, so whose was it if it was not her own.
"You like beautiful."
Hermione twirled around, her eyes searching for the voice. She couldn't see a thing. Yet that voice was so deep, intense and so familiar.
************************************Ron, Seamus and Harry*************************************
Ron, Seamus and Harry were glued to the lighteningstrike. Seamus reached out a finger and touched it. He jumped back immediately as if he received an electric shock.
"They've put a spell on that thing, they have," Ron whispered.
It had scorched Seamus's fingertip pretty badly. Harry and Ron backed away deciding that maybe there was another way of getting it, they thought of asking to borrow it - but wouldn't return it. They ran back to Seamus and told him to ask the assistant. They were kicked out of the store.
************************************Crabbe, Goyle and Malfoy***********************************
Crabbe and Goyle were looking at some Quidditch robes and decided to make fun out of the Russian team. They turned to find Malfoy to ask him but didn't see him anywhere. Outside the window, they saw Domohov leading the students around the other stored. Malfoy must be out there. But why hadn't he told the two to follow him?
********************************************Elsewhere********************* ************************
Hermione chose to get out of the dress, it was way past her budget, and get back to the crowd, no assistant was left in the store though. She suddenly realised she wasn't in the store itself but a changing room - with no door leading out. There must be some trick to this.
She then took in the details around her analysing each one. When she found that there were only hangers, a mirror and a chair. There was something wrong about it. There was someone in the chair, smiling handsomely, eyes fixed upon the glamorous Hermione. She was scared. She suddenly knew who had whispered in her ear, but why didn't she see who it was before? She knew who the intense voice, so deep, so expressionless belonged to, this was why it was so familiar. Hermione tried to speak but something soft brushed her lips. Her voice couldn't be found, she was astounded. Her heart began to pump furiously against her ribs, and not just with fear, but something far from it.
"There's only one way out of here, and I don't think you have enough. So maybe it's best if we stay in here alone forever." The deep and powerful voice whispered in Hermione's ears.
A/N: What do you think? Interesting or boring? Waiting for your answers so please R&R. Btw thanks to the following reviewers:
Red-Hot-Flame-Fire: Hey Ellie! Tanks 4 ur review mate! Hows it going? I red ur story btw the way and so far its great.
Aquariel: Hiya Ruks and Titi, tanks 4 ur review 2. Ive bin waiting 4 a long time 4 em. But tanks 4 em coz they r fab!
Now those reviews were from my friends so where are those other peeps who have read my story? Huh? Huh? *Screaming and grabbing the monitor while looking at inbox* I am very angry and upset. So R&R after every chapter got it!
A/N: Hey folks! This is going to be a sequel btw. OH, REMEMBER THAT IT IS REPTON AND NEWTON WHO ARE RIVALS (SOZ!), AND WARNER, HIGHAMS AND REPTON ARE FRIENDS BUT HATE NEWTON. GOT IT! Back to the story.
*Chapter 3*
Harry, Ron and Hermione led the way towards the front entrance. No one was around except those three and the rest of Hogwarts. Pansy shrieked as she saw Malfoy walking with Hermione.
"Draco!" She cooed, "I've been waiting for you to come and see me for soooo long but you haven't set foot into my dorm. And what are you doing with that B**** anyway?"
"For your information, she is Head Girl and I am Head Boy, therefore we must be together when we are going out with someone from this school. Dumbledore says so."
"When did you ever listen to what that crackpot old fool?" Pansy whined.
"Shut up, I'm trying to look like I don't know you."
"Fine!"
"What was that all about Malfoy? Sexual harassment hasn't got anything to do with it - does it?" Hermione said quite amused.
"No. Just trying to get rid of her," Malfoy stared daggers behind Pansy's back.
"Uh huh."
"It's true."
"Whatever. Hey there's that caretaker, he looks pretty scary, doesn't he Ron. Ron?" Hermione turned around to find Ron trying to hide himself, "Get up Ron! What are you hiding from?"
"Lavender. She's up ahead. She walked past and said hi to me."
"You are really pathetic Ron, you really are."
"Easy for you to say. I mean you have Krum wrapped around your finger."
"Actually, we broke up during the summer. I think he was seeing someone else or he thought that I still went out with Harry. Long story, I'll tell you later."
"You broke up with Krum? How come that didn't come in the Daily Prophet?"
"Never mind that now."
Ron and Hermione walked towards the caretaker and he led them and the rest around the grounds first. Harry pretended to listen to the two of them as he trotted along side them. His mind was clearly on other things.
****************************************Arkhangelsk************************* ******************
"Now, if you will just come this way."
The guide was a tall lean fellow, with yellow sunken cheeks and eye sockets so deep and shadowed you could not be sure whether there were eyes in them or not. He reminded Hermione, Harry and Ron of Filch, Hogwarts caretaker. Mind you, this guy was the Russian School of Sorcery caretaker, too.
Domohov had led the exchange students to the very edge of Arkhangelsk, the School village, in Russia, after their tour around the grounds. The very place Hermione had wanted to see the most. She had heard many stories to do with the White Sea and had always wanted to experience the magic held within. This was a silly idea, as she knew that she could never do such a thing; for these were just make believe stories that took place over 400 years ago - in the book she was reading on the coach. Yet still she had the uncertain feeling that something was just waiting for her approach.
A salty gust of fresh sea air rushed into her wavy, dark, silky hair, she ran her fingers through it as if making sure the wind had not blown her fountain of hair away.
Russia felt like home to her for she had heard many strange but motivating stories from here, and the gust of air made her feel as if she was acting out one of the tales.
Wow, she is so beautiful, her hair fluttering in the wind like that. I wish.maybe I shouldn't, it would hurt her. But she asked for it.Malfoy pondered on this thought.
The White Sea hinted at wonders, which were so eerie that it made all you had seen so far seem thin, flat and forgotten. Yet the waves seemed longing for Hermione to go into the depths and bathe in the freezing waters, as if daring her to see if she could live against the chill of the waters.
"Hey! 'Mione! Come here!"
Hermione's thoughts were dragged out of her as the tide drew nearer to her. Ron was staring at a shop - a Quidditch shop. In the window display, there lay the new first-rate broomstick - the lighteningstrike - there was also a mannequin (it moves and talks) wearing a set of Russian Quidditch robes, with extras attached to it such as a wand satchel and a portable radio (A/N: just go with me here, portable radio and TVs do exist in my story), that told you all the latest news on Quidditch.
Ron dragged Hermione, who was unwilling, into the shop and started on a huge lecture about what he would like for Christmas. Harry had snapped out of his trance and talking animatedly to Seamus about the latest match. The Slytherin Trio followed silently, while Pansy, Lavender and Parvati were arguing about flirting with Malfoy. Pansy accused the two of flirting while they said that they were none the happier of spending the holiday with him let alone talking to her. As they entered the store, their eyes grew wide. The Russian Quidditch colours, royal blue and screaming silver adorned the whole store. Rails of blue dresses with blue and silver sashes laced around their necks, waves of robes for all occasions smeared with the two colours looking very attractive, Quidditch robes filled the corners and the various supplies were placed among the clothes, as if determined to be sold, were amazing.
********************************************Hermione********************** ************************
Hermione ran towards the dresses, she didn't know much about Quidditch, but she knew which team had good taste. She decided to try it on just for fun and see if it was in her budget. She picked a dress, realising that all were the same size. An assistant came towards her with a wand in his hand.
"D'ya wanna try that on, miss?" He asked.
"Um, yeah, please."
The assistant flicked his wand and left Hermione to it. Hermione found it too large. Before she had anything to say, the dress began to shrink, the waist hemming fixed itself to her waist so her belly button was shown and the dress adjusted itself to hug curves.
The dress had no shoulder straps and the once a flowing wave of silver around the base of the dress. The satin dress had folds around the bottom half while the top body of it was studded with tiny, sparkling blue topaz. Her reflection told her this was the most beautiful thing she had ever worn. She laced the sash around her neck and made her wavy hair flow past her shoulders. Instantly her hair was covered with a lace a sapphires of various sizes and her face was masked with make up. This magic definitely did not belong to the store, so whose was it if it was not her own.
"You like beautiful."
Hermione twirled around, her eyes searching for the voice. She couldn't see a thing. Yet that voice was so deep, intense and so familiar.
************************************Ron, Seamus and Harry*************************************
Ron, Seamus and Harry were glued to the lighteningstrike. Seamus reached out a finger and touched it. He jumped back immediately as if he received an electric shock.
"They've put a spell on that thing, they have," Ron whispered.
It had scorched Seamus's fingertip pretty badly. Harry and Ron backed away deciding that maybe there was another way of getting it, they thought of asking to borrow it - but wouldn't return it. They ran back to Seamus and told him to ask the assistant. They were kicked out of the store.
************************************Crabbe, Goyle and Malfoy***********************************
Crabbe and Goyle were looking at some Quidditch robes and decided to make fun out of the Russian team. They turned to find Malfoy to ask him but didn't see him anywhere. Outside the window, they saw Domohov leading the students around the other stored. Malfoy must be out there. But why hadn't he told the two to follow him?
********************************************Elsewhere********************* ************************
Hermione chose to get out of the dress, it was way past her budget, and get back to the crowd, no assistant was left in the store though. She suddenly realised she wasn't in the store itself but a changing room - with no door leading out. There must be some trick to this.
She then took in the details around her analysing each one. When she found that there were only hangers, a mirror and a chair. There was something wrong about it. There was someone in the chair, smiling handsomely, eyes fixed upon the glamorous Hermione. She was scared. She suddenly knew who had whispered in her ear, but why didn't she see who it was before? She knew who the intense voice, so deep, so expressionless belonged to, this was why it was so familiar. Hermione tried to speak but something soft brushed her lips. Her voice couldn't be found, she was astounded. Her heart began to pump furiously against her ribs, and not just with fear, but something far from it.
"There's only one way out of here, and I don't think you have enough. So maybe it's best if we stay in here alone forever." The deep and powerful voice whispered in Hermione's ears.
A/N: What do you think? Interesting or boring? Waiting for your answers so please R&R. Btw thanks to the following reviewers:
Red-Hot-Flame-Fire: Hey Ellie! Tanks 4 ur review mate! Hows it going? I red ur story btw the way and so far its great.
Aquariel: Hiya Ruks and Titi, tanks 4 ur review 2. Ive bin waiting 4 a long time 4 em. But tanks 4 em coz they r fab!
Now those reviews were from my friends so where are those other peeps who have read my story? Huh? Huh? *Screaming and grabbing the monitor while looking at inbox* I am very angry and upset. So R&R after every chapter got it!
