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Chapter Three: Well that was unexpected.
Neville Longbottom was not having a good day.
But then actually having a good day was pretty rare for him.
Potions had been no barrel of monkeys. Why fun was compared to a barrel of monkeys he would never know, but that wasn't the point.
Snape had blatantly knocked over his cauldron in full view of every single person in the potions class that day. It hadn't been Neville's fault that he had added the asphodel before the boomslang skin and it had burned a hole in the floor when Snape knocked it over.
The solid stone floor.
Then there had been Transfiguration, ok so his attention had been wandering slightly and he had somehow managed to transfigure Professor McGonagall's hat into a giant slug because he had waved his wand in the wrong direction.
It wasn't his fault that she didn't notice until the slug tried to slither down her face. It wasn't his fault that no one told her either.
Now he had been asked to go into Hermione's dorm. Apparently she had hurried straight into her dorm after lessons and hadn't come out since. Harry and Ron claimed to be worried about her sudden interest in staying in her room all the time. Neville suspected they were just the teensy bit curious as well.
He had been chosen to go into the daunting domain of the female because according to Harry and Ron, if she was changing it wouldn't matter too much because he was only Neville and it would be seen as another of his bumbling accidents.
It was like if he saw students doing something they shouldn't be doing they would hurriedly stop, looking up guiltily. Once they saw who it was, however, they would continue to do it, muttering things like, "It's only Longbottom, don't worry he won't tell."
Now he was standing outside Hermione's door, glancing back at Harry and Ron who were making encouraging gestures and whispering 'just go in' at him. They were also grinning rather irritatingly.
Neville gave his best withering glare at them and willed them to spontaneously combust. But Harry and Ron were still there.
He turned the doorknob. The door was surprisingly unlocked. According to Harry and Ron the door had been locked all day.
Maybe she was attempting to blow up the school.
With Hermione anything was possible.
Neville dismissed the thought; Hermione would never do something like that.
Would she?
~~
Hermione had practically ran down the corridors to the Gryffindor common room. At least, as fast as her ten tonne bag would let her go.
Harry and Ron suspected something, she could tell. She was slightly amazed that they had paid her some attention instead of discussing Susan Bones the whole time.
Damn.
Almost a whole day without thinking of it.
It bugged her that Harry and Ron were slowly drifting off into their own world where the stupid grunts and non-committal noises they made actually counted as conversation and could be understood. Ok, it wasn't quite like that, her brain was over analysing everything again as it always did.
But it did feel like the three of them were slowly going their own ways. Hermione knew other people, but wasn't generally friends with them. There was Ginny, but she was popular in her year and didn't always have time for Hermione. There was Lavender and Parvati as well, but Hermione found them too squeaky.
Really, those girls squealed far too much to be normal.
She gasped the password and made a mental note to do more exercise. Ron and Harry had got to the common room a little after she did and only saw her fleeting figure and the door slam after her.
Unfortunately in her haste she had forgotten to lock the door.
She grabbed a glass from her bedside table and filled it from the tap in her bathroom. She went back into her room and stood over her bed.
He still hadn't moved.
Maybe he really was dead.
Hermione prodded him again only to get no reaction. Generally, dead people tended not to breathe. Looking at his closed lids it struck her that he had extremely long eyelashes. Then she realised she had no idea what colour eyes he had.
Sure she had glared at him enough times in their numerous and extremely loud fights. But never actually took in the colour of his eyes. But then it wasn't something people did. Noticing the colour of their enemy's eyes when yelling at them wasn't exactly fight etiquette.
She considered lifting up his eyelid to see what colour his eyes were, but dismissed it, knowing that she was extremely heavy handed, and would probably poke him in the eye rendering him blind. Not that she wouldn't mind doing that. She was careful in measuring potion ingredients but just not particularly good at anything else that involved a steady hand.
She hoped he wouldn't wake up any time soon as she had no idea what she would do when he did. He would probably curse her with some dark spell that would cause her to explode or fall apart or something.
Hermione's knowledge of actual dark curses was pretty limited.
Still pondering dark curses and Malfoy's eyelashes Hermione leant over him in the hope of discovering his eye colour by staring at his eyelids.
Suddenly the door burst open and three things happened at once.
Hermione jumped and spilt water over the unconscious Malfoy.
Hermione screamed.
Neville screamed back.
She ran over and shut the door behind Neville muttering a silencing spell as she went.
"Did you see?" She demanded at Neville who gave her the rabbit-caught-in- headlights look.
"Did I see what?" Neville replied, frowning slightly. He glanced around the room, his eyes came to rest on Malfoy, a rather wet Malfoy who had just had the contents of Hermione's glass spilt over him. Neville gave a small yelp.
"Hermione." He hissed. "Why the hell is Malfoy dead in your bed? What did he do to you? More importantly what did you do to him?"
Neville edged over to Malfoy and poked him in the foot. He grinned slightly when nothing happened but quickly turned back to Hermione, frowning again.
"Nothing. Nothing happened." Hermione replied. Malfoy certainly was pale enough to look dead.
"Ok, I'll just go tell Harry and Ron what I saw." For the first time in his life, Neville felt like he had the upper hand.
"No you won't Neville." The feeling disappeared.
"And why not?"
"You're Neville, you don't do things like that."
That was the breaking point for Neville. He was tired of being walked all over.
"WHY DON'T I DO THINGS LIKE THAT? MAYBE I DON'T WANT TO BE GOOD OLD NEVILLE THAT EVERYONE TAKES ADVANTGE OF! MAYBE I'M FED UP WITH BEING USED AS A DOORMAT DAY IN DAY OUT! I'VE HAD IT WITH YOU PEOPLE!"
Hermione looked shocked. She certainly hadn't been expecting that. Neville glared at her and tried to control his breathing. There was a silence for a while until finally Hermione spoke.
"So you won't tell?"
Neville practically screamed with frustration and stomped out of Hermione's room. Hermione hurried out after him only pausing to lock her door on the way out, she was so engrossed in Neville's apparent personality transplant that she didn't notice a certain unconscious person's eyelids flicker.
Neville burst out into the common room. Harry and Ron jumped up from where they had been sitting eagerly.
"What happened?" Ron asked blatantly missing the tortured look on Neville's face.
"NOTHING. ABSOLUTELY NOTHING."
"Then why are you yelling?" Harry looked confused, Neville wasn't usually the yelling type, he was more the 'come walk all over me' type.
"NO REASON WHATSOEVER!" Neville stamped out of the common room, making sure to give Ron's bag a hefty kick on the way out. Ron turned to Harry.
"Well that was uncalled for."
Hermione ran out from her room after Neville. Harry grinned at Ron.
"Maybe it's a lovers' tiff."
~~
Draco Malfoy wasn't particularly used to waking up in bedrooms that weren't his own. If he did then he usually remembered how he got there. Or even whose bedroom it was.
His mind was completely blank. The last thing he remembered was walking down a corridor, staring at the ceiling for a moment then nothing. It wasn't looking good.
He sat up in the bed he was in and wondered what day it was. Judging from the decoration of the room it was a Gryffindor room, a prefect Gryffindor at that, only the Gryffindors would have the tastelessness to choose red and gold as their house colours.
As a rule Draco tended to stay away from Gryffindor girls as they mainly held far too many grudges against the Slytherin population. Though not against him personally. He was far too good looking for that.
Draco got out of the bed and wandered around the room; on the floor there was a huge stack of books.
Schoolbooks.
Draco stared at them in horror. Only one person he knew of was a Gryffindor prefect and was having an affair with the school library.
Hermione bloody Granger.
Maybe she had knocked him out and was holding him hostage in some weird twisted scheme that didn't actually make any sense.
Maybe she planned to kill him.
Draco blinked. He was being irrational. Doing something like taking him hostage was punished by expulsion. Or so he supposed. And that was far too higher price for Mudblood Granger to want to pay.
His mind ranted various colourful insults at the Mudblood in question. Draco didn't like not knowing what was going on. He made it his business to know everything that went on in Hogwarts. Even some of the things he'd really rather not know. It gave him a feeling of superiority over everyone else.
Rule #2 of the Malfoy code was to be superior to everyone, even if they didn't know it.
Rule #1 was to smirk irritatingly all the time, but that didn't really count to Draco as he did it anyway. He practiced in the mirror every night. It was somewhat of a hobby.
Draco wondered if the room was too high up for him to jump out of the window.
~~
"Hermione you have to tell us some time."
"Yeah, we have a right to know!"
Hermione slumped her shoulders and glared at the two boys through her curtain of hair.
"I've told you. I'm not doing anything!" She exclaimed. Ron raised his eyebrows and looked at her disbelievingly at her.
"Then why did Neville run yelling from the room? Is there something going on between you too?" Harry seemed genuinely concerned, but Hermione was too aggravated to care.
"Argh!" A truly intelligent response from who was supposed to be the smartest girl in school. Hermione tossed her hair and charged back into her room, slamming her door behind her.
Ron turned to Harry with a smug look on his face.
"I told you."
"You told me what?"
"That time of the month."
~~
Hermione barged into her room and practically ran into him.
She pushed her hair out of her eyes and looked up into the grey eyes of Draco Malfoy.
A very pissed off Draco Malfoy at that.
Ah, grey eyes.
'Oh bugger'. She thought.
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Chapter Three: Well that was unexpected.
Neville Longbottom was not having a good day.
But then actually having a good day was pretty rare for him.
Potions had been no barrel of monkeys. Why fun was compared to a barrel of monkeys he would never know, but that wasn't the point.
Snape had blatantly knocked over his cauldron in full view of every single person in the potions class that day. It hadn't been Neville's fault that he had added the asphodel before the boomslang skin and it had burned a hole in the floor when Snape knocked it over.
The solid stone floor.
Then there had been Transfiguration, ok so his attention had been wandering slightly and he had somehow managed to transfigure Professor McGonagall's hat into a giant slug because he had waved his wand in the wrong direction.
It wasn't his fault that she didn't notice until the slug tried to slither down her face. It wasn't his fault that no one told her either.
Now he had been asked to go into Hermione's dorm. Apparently she had hurried straight into her dorm after lessons and hadn't come out since. Harry and Ron claimed to be worried about her sudden interest in staying in her room all the time. Neville suspected they were just the teensy bit curious as well.
He had been chosen to go into the daunting domain of the female because according to Harry and Ron, if she was changing it wouldn't matter too much because he was only Neville and it would be seen as another of his bumbling accidents.
It was like if he saw students doing something they shouldn't be doing they would hurriedly stop, looking up guiltily. Once they saw who it was, however, they would continue to do it, muttering things like, "It's only Longbottom, don't worry he won't tell."
Now he was standing outside Hermione's door, glancing back at Harry and Ron who were making encouraging gestures and whispering 'just go in' at him. They were also grinning rather irritatingly.
Neville gave his best withering glare at them and willed them to spontaneously combust. But Harry and Ron were still there.
He turned the doorknob. The door was surprisingly unlocked. According to Harry and Ron the door had been locked all day.
Maybe she was attempting to blow up the school.
With Hermione anything was possible.
Neville dismissed the thought; Hermione would never do something like that.
Would she?
~~
Hermione had practically ran down the corridors to the Gryffindor common room. At least, as fast as her ten tonne bag would let her go.
Harry and Ron suspected something, she could tell. She was slightly amazed that they had paid her some attention instead of discussing Susan Bones the whole time.
Damn.
Almost a whole day without thinking of it.
It bugged her that Harry and Ron were slowly drifting off into their own world where the stupid grunts and non-committal noises they made actually counted as conversation and could be understood. Ok, it wasn't quite like that, her brain was over analysing everything again as it always did.
But it did feel like the three of them were slowly going their own ways. Hermione knew other people, but wasn't generally friends with them. There was Ginny, but she was popular in her year and didn't always have time for Hermione. There was Lavender and Parvati as well, but Hermione found them too squeaky.
Really, those girls squealed far too much to be normal.
She gasped the password and made a mental note to do more exercise. Ron and Harry had got to the common room a little after she did and only saw her fleeting figure and the door slam after her.
Unfortunately in her haste she had forgotten to lock the door.
She grabbed a glass from her bedside table and filled it from the tap in her bathroom. She went back into her room and stood over her bed.
He still hadn't moved.
Maybe he really was dead.
Hermione prodded him again only to get no reaction. Generally, dead people tended not to breathe. Looking at his closed lids it struck her that he had extremely long eyelashes. Then she realised she had no idea what colour eyes he had.
Sure she had glared at him enough times in their numerous and extremely loud fights. But never actually took in the colour of his eyes. But then it wasn't something people did. Noticing the colour of their enemy's eyes when yelling at them wasn't exactly fight etiquette.
She considered lifting up his eyelid to see what colour his eyes were, but dismissed it, knowing that she was extremely heavy handed, and would probably poke him in the eye rendering him blind. Not that she wouldn't mind doing that. She was careful in measuring potion ingredients but just not particularly good at anything else that involved a steady hand.
She hoped he wouldn't wake up any time soon as she had no idea what she would do when he did. He would probably curse her with some dark spell that would cause her to explode or fall apart or something.
Hermione's knowledge of actual dark curses was pretty limited.
Still pondering dark curses and Malfoy's eyelashes Hermione leant over him in the hope of discovering his eye colour by staring at his eyelids.
Suddenly the door burst open and three things happened at once.
Hermione jumped and spilt water over the unconscious Malfoy.
Hermione screamed.
Neville screamed back.
She ran over and shut the door behind Neville muttering a silencing spell as she went.
"Did you see?" She demanded at Neville who gave her the rabbit-caught-in- headlights look.
"Did I see what?" Neville replied, frowning slightly. He glanced around the room, his eyes came to rest on Malfoy, a rather wet Malfoy who had just had the contents of Hermione's glass spilt over him. Neville gave a small yelp.
"Hermione." He hissed. "Why the hell is Malfoy dead in your bed? What did he do to you? More importantly what did you do to him?"
Neville edged over to Malfoy and poked him in the foot. He grinned slightly when nothing happened but quickly turned back to Hermione, frowning again.
"Nothing. Nothing happened." Hermione replied. Malfoy certainly was pale enough to look dead.
"Ok, I'll just go tell Harry and Ron what I saw." For the first time in his life, Neville felt like he had the upper hand.
"No you won't Neville." The feeling disappeared.
"And why not?"
"You're Neville, you don't do things like that."
That was the breaking point for Neville. He was tired of being walked all over.
"WHY DON'T I DO THINGS LIKE THAT? MAYBE I DON'T WANT TO BE GOOD OLD NEVILLE THAT EVERYONE TAKES ADVANTGE OF! MAYBE I'M FED UP WITH BEING USED AS A DOORMAT DAY IN DAY OUT! I'VE HAD IT WITH YOU PEOPLE!"
Hermione looked shocked. She certainly hadn't been expecting that. Neville glared at her and tried to control his breathing. There was a silence for a while until finally Hermione spoke.
"So you won't tell?"
Neville practically screamed with frustration and stomped out of Hermione's room. Hermione hurried out after him only pausing to lock her door on the way out, she was so engrossed in Neville's apparent personality transplant that she didn't notice a certain unconscious person's eyelids flicker.
Neville burst out into the common room. Harry and Ron jumped up from where they had been sitting eagerly.
"What happened?" Ron asked blatantly missing the tortured look on Neville's face.
"NOTHING. ABSOLUTELY NOTHING."
"Then why are you yelling?" Harry looked confused, Neville wasn't usually the yelling type, he was more the 'come walk all over me' type.
"NO REASON WHATSOEVER!" Neville stamped out of the common room, making sure to give Ron's bag a hefty kick on the way out. Ron turned to Harry.
"Well that was uncalled for."
Hermione ran out from her room after Neville. Harry grinned at Ron.
"Maybe it's a lovers' tiff."
~~
Draco Malfoy wasn't particularly used to waking up in bedrooms that weren't his own. If he did then he usually remembered how he got there. Or even whose bedroom it was.
His mind was completely blank. The last thing he remembered was walking down a corridor, staring at the ceiling for a moment then nothing. It wasn't looking good.
He sat up in the bed he was in and wondered what day it was. Judging from the decoration of the room it was a Gryffindor room, a prefect Gryffindor at that, only the Gryffindors would have the tastelessness to choose red and gold as their house colours.
As a rule Draco tended to stay away from Gryffindor girls as they mainly held far too many grudges against the Slytherin population. Though not against him personally. He was far too good looking for that.
Draco got out of the bed and wandered around the room; on the floor there was a huge stack of books.
Schoolbooks.
Draco stared at them in horror. Only one person he knew of was a Gryffindor prefect and was having an affair with the school library.
Hermione bloody Granger.
Maybe she had knocked him out and was holding him hostage in some weird twisted scheme that didn't actually make any sense.
Maybe she planned to kill him.
Draco blinked. He was being irrational. Doing something like taking him hostage was punished by expulsion. Or so he supposed. And that was far too higher price for Mudblood Granger to want to pay.
His mind ranted various colourful insults at the Mudblood in question. Draco didn't like not knowing what was going on. He made it his business to know everything that went on in Hogwarts. Even some of the things he'd really rather not know. It gave him a feeling of superiority over everyone else.
Rule #2 of the Malfoy code was to be superior to everyone, even if they didn't know it.
Rule #1 was to smirk irritatingly all the time, but that didn't really count to Draco as he did it anyway. He practiced in the mirror every night. It was somewhat of a hobby.
Draco wondered if the room was too high up for him to jump out of the window.
~~
"Hermione you have to tell us some time."
"Yeah, we have a right to know!"
Hermione slumped her shoulders and glared at the two boys through her curtain of hair.
"I've told you. I'm not doing anything!" She exclaimed. Ron raised his eyebrows and looked at her disbelievingly at her.
"Then why did Neville run yelling from the room? Is there something going on between you too?" Harry seemed genuinely concerned, but Hermione was too aggravated to care.
"Argh!" A truly intelligent response from who was supposed to be the smartest girl in school. Hermione tossed her hair and charged back into her room, slamming her door behind her.
Ron turned to Harry with a smug look on his face.
"I told you."
"You told me what?"
"That time of the month."
~~
Hermione barged into her room and practically ran into him.
She pushed her hair out of her eyes and looked up into the grey eyes of Draco Malfoy.
A very pissed off Draco Malfoy at that.
Ah, grey eyes.
'Oh bugger'. She thought.
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