Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
A million thanks to my reviewers: NeLLy22, Sarahamanda, fpg, chamorro, princess, Karana Belle, and Shelly.
Important author note: I have received my first flame and at first was quite upset that someone insulted my writing that I worked so hard on. However, I am quite thankful, I redid the first five chapters to add more detail. I think the story is much better then it was before. I highly recommend my readers that have read the first five chapters before July 3, 2004 to read the first five chapters again. I sincerely hope this does not cause inconvenience to anyone. Now on to the story!
Chapter 6
Draco and Hermione stood opposite each other and raised their wands.
Hermione was getting ready to cast her barrier, "Mucus Ob-"
"Expelliarmus!"
A blazing scarlet light emitted from Draco's wand and hit Hermione directly. She was hurled backwards into the back wall of the classroom. A minute passed in silence, while Hermione continued to stay slumped on the ground. A murmur among the students sprang up from all over the room. The Slytherins came over to Draco to congratulate him on a job well done.
Ivy felt like she was being pulled from either side. She knew to keep up her charade she had to go to her father and pretend to be happy for him, but inside she wanted to see how her mother. What just happened reminded her too much of the image in the mirror. As Serena passed by she nudged her sister. Reluctantly Ivy walked over to Draco.
"What did you think? The mudblood finally got what she deserved, right?" Asked Draco, with his still existent smirk.
Ivy swallowed her bubbling emotions and replied, "Great job. Although, I would have thought you would have done something more subtle and undetected by the professors. You're going to get detention, everyone saw you directing the spell at Granger before she put up her shield."
Draco put his hand on his chest, as a dramatic gesture. "A small price to pay for such a wonderful reward."
Ivy punched Draco on the arm lightly. Draco winced. "Ow, Macer, you have quite an arm. If I didn't know better, I would think that this was payback to what I did to Granger."
"No, you're just weak, Draco. Come on, let's go over there and practice," Ivy said pointing to the furthest place away from where Hermione lay unconscious.
Draco shrugged and followed her to the other side of the classroom. It was too late however to make pretend he didn't purposely attack Hermione. Professor was bounding towards where Ivy and Draco were now standing in her bright yellow robes.
Professor Blackwell put her hands on her hips. "Do you care to explain what happened, Mr. Malfoy" When Draco didn't reply the Professor continued. "Instead of detention, you will bring her to the hospital wing and once she wakes up you will be the one responsible for bringing her assignments that she has missed. Also, if by any chance she doesn't understand something you will be required to explain it to her. Am I making my self clear?"
"Yes Professor," Draco answered, trying not to show his disgust.
"You may bring Miss Granger to the hospital wing now," Said the Professor grimly.
Draco slowly walked over to Hermione's unconscious form and said, "Mobilicorpus." As if on invisible strings on a puppet Hermione stood in an upright position and floated behind Draco. When they reached the hospital wing Madame Pomfrey dashed towards them. She put Hermione on a nearby bed and faced Draco. "The jolt caused a minor concussion, she should be awake by dinner."
Draco nodded and headed to the North Tower for his next class, Divination. Once inside the classroom, he noticed he was the first one there. He sat in one of the armchairs surrounding small circular table, in the usual dimly lit room.
He leaned back in his seat; finally he will have time to relax. It was not as though he didn't believe in Divination, but it was more so that he was positive the Professor was a fraud. The only time he had found the class faintly amusing was on the first day where she said Harry was going to die and the time Hermione walked out in the middle of class. He would have left too, if it hadn't been Hermione leaving at the time. 'Stupid mudblood, I lost my chance to quit the class because of you,' thought Draco.
The Dark Lord was waiting, bidding his time, but now he is back stronger then ever before. It seems as if it will only be a matter of time, before he takes over. However, he has a weakness, one he will never be able to overcome.
It is love. You, Mr. Malfoy, must learn to love and be loved by your one true love. It is in the darkness' nature to try and consume up the light, but remember there is always light in the darkness. The darkest shadow contains the brightest light. However, in time the light will become tainted and is rendered useless against the dark. Soon, even the darkness in your heart will taint the light in it completely. What do you choose? Will you choose to vanquish the darkness or let it consume you like the other numerous souls?
Draco, who had been watching Professor Trelawney's peculiar display, was now staring open-mouthed at her in wonder. 'What just happened?' Draco thought frantically. 'That did not sound like the old fraud at all. Her voice was harsh and raw, rather unlike the mystical voice she pretends to possess.'
He cautiously walked over to Professor Trelawney. "Professor, are you feeling well?"
The Professor's head snapped up. "Yes, Mr. Malfoy. I must have fallen asleep, thank you for waking me up."
Draco went back to his seat and not noticing that the other students were starting to come inside the classroom. 'Was that a real premonition? Or was she really asleep?' pondered Draco.
He looked over at where the Professor was standing, she was telling Brown and Patil that Potter will die in a most unfortunate manner. After listening, he smirked; there was no possible way that she would have made a prediction. 'It must have been the heat' he confirmed silently.
Ron was busy talking to Harry about the Chudley Canons comeback, but Harry didn't hear a word he said. He was bored with another typical day at Hogwarts, Snape docked off house points, Professor Trelawney predicted his death, and he had a fight with Malfoy. Although he had made up with Ginny, their relationship was not the same as before. To Harry, Ginny seemed to only have platonic feelings for him. Harry did not want to lose Ginny, but had no idea what to do.
"Harry, don't you think it's great that the Chudley Canons made it to the semifinals? The team is well coordinated, no one will be able to beat them this year." Ron continued to babble on, oblivious to Harry's obvious distress.
Harry abruptly brightened. "There was one person to go to, when it came to girls." He turned to Ron. "Hey Ron, I'm suddenly not that hungry. I got to go. See you back in the common room.
Before Ron even had a chance to say goodbye, Harry ran out of the Great Hall. Mark and James were walking in as they saw a blurred figure brush passed them. When they reached their house table James questioned Ron, "Was that Harry, that I saw run passed us?"
Ron nodded. "He said that he wasn't hungry and went to the common room."
James paused for a second, then grabbed Mark and dashed out of the Great Hall, into an empty classroom. "Mark, I think something's wrong. The only time that dad ever missed dinner was when he was sick or he was upset. He didn't seem sick at all today in class, but I did see him zoning out a couple of times."
That jogged Mark's memory. "I think you're right. I did hear him mentioning something about making up with your mum. Maybe something went wrong."
"Maybe." James shook his head. "No, they we're getting along fine this morning. Whatever the case is, I think we should investigate."
The two hurried to their dorm and got the Marauder's Map. James took out his wand. Then he tapped the blank piece of parchment lightly and whispered softly, "I solemnly swear, I am up to no good."
The entire map of Hogwarts appeared on the surface of the once blank sheet of parchment. They found the dot labeled Harry Potter and saw where it was headed, the Slytherin common room.
"Why is your father heading to Slytherin Tower?" Asked Mark, his eyes wide with surprise.
James rubbed his eyes and looked at the map again. Sure enough, the dot marked Harry Potter was walking straight towards the Slytherin common room. "I have no idea, but it looks bad."
"Do you think they might be having a duel?" Asked Mark, in a frightened voice.
"I'm not sure mate, but from what we've heard Draco Malfoy plus Harry Potter equals disaster."
"Then what are we still doing here? Let's go!" Said Mark, tugging at James.
James nodded and they quickly walked to the Slytherin common room. They stopped in front of a damp stonewall.
"What now? How do we move this boulder?" Questioned Mark.
"Be quiet, Mark." James pointed at the map. "Look it shows us the password."
The two of them were about to walk in when they realized people would notice two boys who were not in their house. So the two went to next corridor and cast the eavesdropping spell that they had recently learned from Izzy.
The bowl appeared in James' hand. Then the liquid in the bowl blurred, and formed an image. The image showed Draco and Harry in an empty dorm room talking.
Draco sat down on a nearby bed, "How did you get in here, Potter?"
"That's none of your business. I came to ask for a favor." Snapped Harry.
"What could Saint Potter possibly want from a Malfoy?" Sneered Draco.
"Shut up. I wouldn't be here, if I wasn't this desperate. I need advice about Ginny."
Draco laughed, "Mini Weasley? Why things haven't been going well after the incident?"
Harry leapt out of his seat and punched Draco. "If it hadn't been for you this never would have happened."
Draco got up from the ground and wiped the blood away from his mouth. His eyes turned grave. "Believe me when I tell you this. I never meant for things to happen this way."
Harry looked at Draco; there was no trace of sarcasm. "What do you mean? Of course you meant it. It was all for Voldemort."
"I will never serve, Voldemort. Don't you ever say that again," Said Draco, firmly. Then he sighed. "What do you need help with?"
"Ever since the incident, things haven't been the same between me and Ginny. I need your help in patching things up with her," Said Harry.
Draco's trace of sadness disappeared and his trademark smirk came back. "Ok, Potter, I'll help." Harry's eyes started to brighten, but Draco wasn't done yet. "However, Potter, everything comes at a price."
A/N: That's it for chapter six. For those who didn't read the author note at the beginning I will say it again. The people that have read Matchmaking before July 3, 2004 should read the first five chapters again because I have redone them. As always read and review.
A million thanks to my reviewers: NeLLy22, Sarahamanda, fpg, chamorro, princess, Karana Belle, and Shelly.
Important author note: I have received my first flame and at first was quite upset that someone insulted my writing that I worked so hard on. However, I am quite thankful, I redid the first five chapters to add more detail. I think the story is much better then it was before. I highly recommend my readers that have read the first five chapters before July 3, 2004 to read the first five chapters again. I sincerely hope this does not cause inconvenience to anyone. Now on to the story!
Chapter 6
Draco and Hermione stood opposite each other and raised their wands.
Hermione was getting ready to cast her barrier, "Mucus Ob-"
"Expelliarmus!"
A blazing scarlet light emitted from Draco's wand and hit Hermione directly. She was hurled backwards into the back wall of the classroom. A minute passed in silence, while Hermione continued to stay slumped on the ground. A murmur among the students sprang up from all over the room. The Slytherins came over to Draco to congratulate him on a job well done.
Ivy felt like she was being pulled from either side. She knew to keep up her charade she had to go to her father and pretend to be happy for him, but inside she wanted to see how her mother. What just happened reminded her too much of the image in the mirror. As Serena passed by she nudged her sister. Reluctantly Ivy walked over to Draco.
"What did you think? The mudblood finally got what she deserved, right?" Asked Draco, with his still existent smirk.
Ivy swallowed her bubbling emotions and replied, "Great job. Although, I would have thought you would have done something more subtle and undetected by the professors. You're going to get detention, everyone saw you directing the spell at Granger before she put up her shield."
Draco put his hand on his chest, as a dramatic gesture. "A small price to pay for such a wonderful reward."
Ivy punched Draco on the arm lightly. Draco winced. "Ow, Macer, you have quite an arm. If I didn't know better, I would think that this was payback to what I did to Granger."
"No, you're just weak, Draco. Come on, let's go over there and practice," Ivy said pointing to the furthest place away from where Hermione lay unconscious.
Draco shrugged and followed her to the other side of the classroom. It was too late however to make pretend he didn't purposely attack Hermione. Professor was bounding towards where Ivy and Draco were now standing in her bright yellow robes.
Professor Blackwell put her hands on her hips. "Do you care to explain what happened, Mr. Malfoy" When Draco didn't reply the Professor continued. "Instead of detention, you will bring her to the hospital wing and once she wakes up you will be the one responsible for bringing her assignments that she has missed. Also, if by any chance she doesn't understand something you will be required to explain it to her. Am I making my self clear?"
"Yes Professor," Draco answered, trying not to show his disgust.
"You may bring Miss Granger to the hospital wing now," Said the Professor grimly.
Draco slowly walked over to Hermione's unconscious form and said, "Mobilicorpus." As if on invisible strings on a puppet Hermione stood in an upright position and floated behind Draco. When they reached the hospital wing Madame Pomfrey dashed towards them. She put Hermione on a nearby bed and faced Draco. "The jolt caused a minor concussion, she should be awake by dinner."
Draco nodded and headed to the North Tower for his next class, Divination. Once inside the classroom, he noticed he was the first one there. He sat in one of the armchairs surrounding small circular table, in the usual dimly lit room.
He leaned back in his seat; finally he will have time to relax. It was not as though he didn't believe in Divination, but it was more so that he was positive the Professor was a fraud. The only time he had found the class faintly amusing was on the first day where she said Harry was going to die and the time Hermione walked out in the middle of class. He would have left too, if it hadn't been Hermione leaving at the time. 'Stupid mudblood, I lost my chance to quit the class because of you,' thought Draco.
The Dark Lord was waiting, bidding his time, but now he is back stronger then ever before. It seems as if it will only be a matter of time, before he takes over. However, he has a weakness, one he will never be able to overcome.
It is love. You, Mr. Malfoy, must learn to love and be loved by your one true love. It is in the darkness' nature to try and consume up the light, but remember there is always light in the darkness. The darkest shadow contains the brightest light. However, in time the light will become tainted and is rendered useless against the dark. Soon, even the darkness in your heart will taint the light in it completely. What do you choose? Will you choose to vanquish the darkness or let it consume you like the other numerous souls?
Draco, who had been watching Professor Trelawney's peculiar display, was now staring open-mouthed at her in wonder. 'What just happened?' Draco thought frantically. 'That did not sound like the old fraud at all. Her voice was harsh and raw, rather unlike the mystical voice she pretends to possess.'
He cautiously walked over to Professor Trelawney. "Professor, are you feeling well?"
The Professor's head snapped up. "Yes, Mr. Malfoy. I must have fallen asleep, thank you for waking me up."
Draco went back to his seat and not noticing that the other students were starting to come inside the classroom. 'Was that a real premonition? Or was she really asleep?' pondered Draco.
He looked over at where the Professor was standing, she was telling Brown and Patil that Potter will die in a most unfortunate manner. After listening, he smirked; there was no possible way that she would have made a prediction. 'It must have been the heat' he confirmed silently.
Ron was busy talking to Harry about the Chudley Canons comeback, but Harry didn't hear a word he said. He was bored with another typical day at Hogwarts, Snape docked off house points, Professor Trelawney predicted his death, and he had a fight with Malfoy. Although he had made up with Ginny, their relationship was not the same as before. To Harry, Ginny seemed to only have platonic feelings for him. Harry did not want to lose Ginny, but had no idea what to do.
"Harry, don't you think it's great that the Chudley Canons made it to the semifinals? The team is well coordinated, no one will be able to beat them this year." Ron continued to babble on, oblivious to Harry's obvious distress.
Harry abruptly brightened. "There was one person to go to, when it came to girls." He turned to Ron. "Hey Ron, I'm suddenly not that hungry. I got to go. See you back in the common room.
Before Ron even had a chance to say goodbye, Harry ran out of the Great Hall. Mark and James were walking in as they saw a blurred figure brush passed them. When they reached their house table James questioned Ron, "Was that Harry, that I saw run passed us?"
Ron nodded. "He said that he wasn't hungry and went to the common room."
James paused for a second, then grabbed Mark and dashed out of the Great Hall, into an empty classroom. "Mark, I think something's wrong. The only time that dad ever missed dinner was when he was sick or he was upset. He didn't seem sick at all today in class, but I did see him zoning out a couple of times."
That jogged Mark's memory. "I think you're right. I did hear him mentioning something about making up with your mum. Maybe something went wrong."
"Maybe." James shook his head. "No, they we're getting along fine this morning. Whatever the case is, I think we should investigate."
The two hurried to their dorm and got the Marauder's Map. James took out his wand. Then he tapped the blank piece of parchment lightly and whispered softly, "I solemnly swear, I am up to no good."
The entire map of Hogwarts appeared on the surface of the once blank sheet of parchment. They found the dot labeled Harry Potter and saw where it was headed, the Slytherin common room.
"Why is your father heading to Slytherin Tower?" Asked Mark, his eyes wide with surprise.
James rubbed his eyes and looked at the map again. Sure enough, the dot marked Harry Potter was walking straight towards the Slytherin common room. "I have no idea, but it looks bad."
"Do you think they might be having a duel?" Asked Mark, in a frightened voice.
"I'm not sure mate, but from what we've heard Draco Malfoy plus Harry Potter equals disaster."
"Then what are we still doing here? Let's go!" Said Mark, tugging at James.
James nodded and they quickly walked to the Slytherin common room. They stopped in front of a damp stonewall.
"What now? How do we move this boulder?" Questioned Mark.
"Be quiet, Mark." James pointed at the map. "Look it shows us the password."
The two of them were about to walk in when they realized people would notice two boys who were not in their house. So the two went to next corridor and cast the eavesdropping spell that they had recently learned from Izzy.
The bowl appeared in James' hand. Then the liquid in the bowl blurred, and formed an image. The image showed Draco and Harry in an empty dorm room talking.
Draco sat down on a nearby bed, "How did you get in here, Potter?"
"That's none of your business. I came to ask for a favor." Snapped Harry.
"What could Saint Potter possibly want from a Malfoy?" Sneered Draco.
"Shut up. I wouldn't be here, if I wasn't this desperate. I need advice about Ginny."
Draco laughed, "Mini Weasley? Why things haven't been going well after the incident?"
Harry leapt out of his seat and punched Draco. "If it hadn't been for you this never would have happened."
Draco got up from the ground and wiped the blood away from his mouth. His eyes turned grave. "Believe me when I tell you this. I never meant for things to happen this way."
Harry looked at Draco; there was no trace of sarcasm. "What do you mean? Of course you meant it. It was all for Voldemort."
"I will never serve, Voldemort. Don't you ever say that again," Said Draco, firmly. Then he sighed. "What do you need help with?"
"Ever since the incident, things haven't been the same between me and Ginny. I need your help in patching things up with her," Said Harry.
Draco's trace of sadness disappeared and his trademark smirk came back. "Ok, Potter, I'll help." Harry's eyes started to brighten, but Draco wasn't done yet. "However, Potter, everything comes at a price."
A/N: That's it for chapter six. For those who didn't read the author note at the beginning I will say it again. The people that have read Matchmaking before July 3, 2004 should read the first five chapters again because I have redone them. As always read and review.
