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Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny were having a conversation at dinner that night.
"So, what every happened between you and Dean?" asked Hermione curiously to Ginny. "You said you were going out with him at the end of term."
Ginny shrugged, shot a glance towards Harry and simply stated, "It wasn't working out."
Hermione nodded as she continued on her Pumpkin Potato. Just then, Professor McGonagal passed by and tapped Harry on the shoulder.
"Mr. Potter, I'd like to see you in my office after dinner. Don't worry, it's nothing bad." And with that she walked away to the Teachers' Table.
"Hm," Ron said stuffing his face, "Wonder what that was all about."
After dinner was over Harry made his way to Professor McGonagal's office as Hermione whined about meeting with Malfoy in the Room of Requirement. They walked together out of the hall.
"You be careful," said Harry, looking at the floor. He didn't want Hermione to catch him staring at her like a lovesick puppy, althought he didn't know why he would ever look at her that way.
"Ah, don't worry, I'll be fine. Oh, and remember to tell me later about what McGonagal has to say!" Then they made their seperate ways.
Harry walked into Professor McGonagal's office. She was sitting at her desk with her usual look of strictness.
"Potter," she said solemnly, "I just wanted to inform you that you've been elected Quidditch captain. However, if you don't want the job, it can be passed over. Oh, and by the way you are seeker again. Ms. Weasley has decided to try out for chaser, I believe."
Harry just stared at McGonagal for a minute in awe. Him, Quidditch captain? He hadn't really thought about leading the team, just being a part of it. But now, he was elected Captain? He was surprised, happy, and worried at the same time.
"Uh, sure, yeah I guess," Harry said shaking his head trying to rub off the look of happiness on his face.
"Very well," said McGonagal, "I must warn you though that it is not an easy job. You remember Mr. Wood, how stressed out he was. Ah, poor boy. However, tryouts will be held at the end of next week, as you do need a few new chasers I believe?" Harry nodded. "Okay, and Professor Snape has reminded me that you are to continue lessons with him in his dungeons on Wednesdays at 6 pm."
Again Harry nodded, leaving the room. As he walked back to class he thought about how he didn't get Prefect, but now being Quidditch Captain was much better! He didn't doubt that Malfoy probably got Captain as well. As he walked along, he spotted Cho Chang, a sort of ex girlfriend to him. She seemed to have spotted him too, for they both stopped in their tracks and looked at each other awkwardly.
"Hey, um listen," she started. "I guess we ended on a bad note last year. So, I want to start over, as friends."
Harry smiled and extended his arm for a handshake. She took it. "Well, good luck in your erm - love life I guess!"
She gave a grin, and then her face went into excitement. "Oh, I forgot to say! I've been made Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain! It is my last year, after all. I'm really quite happy!"
Harry raised an eyebrow. "So have I. Your team better watch out this year!"
"You wish!" The two smiled at each other before walking their opposite directions.
Finally Harry had something to be happy about.
Meanwhile Hermione was in the Room of Requirement waiting for Malfoy. It was set just as it had been for the D.A. meetings the year before. She sat down, reading a book and starting on her Potions essay that was due the next day. Finally, after about ten minutes, Malfoy walked in looking ever so confident.
"Granger," he said with a smirk.
"Malfoy," she replied, putting her things away. "How long do we have to do you suppose we should work?"
"Don't know," he retorted, leaning against the wall. "But us being civilized won't last me long. It's just sickening, me associating with a mudblood." He made a motion of gagging.
"Oh, come off it, you bloody git!" Hermione exclaimed. Malfoy just grinned. "Now, I'm going to call the the charm, and you're going to see if it's okay, I guess. And then I'll do the same for yours. I suppose that will be the best way to do it."
Malfoy shook his head, "I don't generally like taking orders from a mudblood. But, seeing as I have no ideas myself at the moment." He stood up and beckoned Hermione to start.
"Right then," Hermione prepared herself. She closed her eyes thinking of the most happy moment she could and yelled, "Expecto Patronum!" But nothing came out and instead a force came back and made her fly into Malfoy. They both landed on the floor, her on top of him. She quickly got off.
"Tsk, tsk. Someone's eager to get close to me." He said, laughing.
Hermione just rolled her eyes and tried again. "Expecto Patronum!" This time, something vaguely came out. It then faded from her wand. She moaned angrily.
Malfoy looked at her with desire. It was desire not necessarily for her, but for her blooming body. Hermione didn't notice the way he was looking at her, and when she turned around he quickly wiped the expression off his face.
"My turn then," he said. He thought of the most happy moment he could, but nothing in his past was really a happy moment. He realized then at that moment that every moment he thought was happy, was just a lie. He realized that looking up to his father was just something a son is bound to do. He realized then that he hated his father. He couldn't believe that his father made him do the things he did! But he didn't show it, and yelled instead, "Expecto Patronum!" This time he was the one flying into Hermione. He took quite a long time getting off of her, as she had noticed. It seemed as if he was trying to remember every curve along her body and keep it in his mind. She just brushed the thought off and pushed him off of her. But as she was pushing him off, she saw a mark on his forearm - it was vague but she could swear it was half of the Dark Mark.
"Where did you get that cut?" She asked Malfoy curiously, pointing at his forearm.
He quickly covered it up with his robes and picked up his wand. He answered defensively, "That's none of your business, Granger." There was a pause - an awkward silence. "Well, I guess we'll continue tomorrow night." She could swear she saw a shadow of sadness pass over his eyes for just a second. But he left the room, leaving Hermione more curious than ever.
A/N: Do you see now that things are starting to spice up!? Well, more to come, we promisesssss!!!!!!!! R&R!
Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny were having a conversation at dinner that night.
"So, what every happened between you and Dean?" asked Hermione curiously to Ginny. "You said you were going out with him at the end of term."
Ginny shrugged, shot a glance towards Harry and simply stated, "It wasn't working out."
Hermione nodded as she continued on her Pumpkin Potato. Just then, Professor McGonagal passed by and tapped Harry on the shoulder.
"Mr. Potter, I'd like to see you in my office after dinner. Don't worry, it's nothing bad." And with that she walked away to the Teachers' Table.
"Hm," Ron said stuffing his face, "Wonder what that was all about."
After dinner was over Harry made his way to Professor McGonagal's office as Hermione whined about meeting with Malfoy in the Room of Requirement. They walked together out of the hall.
"You be careful," said Harry, looking at the floor. He didn't want Hermione to catch him staring at her like a lovesick puppy, althought he didn't know why he would ever look at her that way.
"Ah, don't worry, I'll be fine. Oh, and remember to tell me later about what McGonagal has to say!" Then they made their seperate ways.
Harry walked into Professor McGonagal's office. She was sitting at her desk with her usual look of strictness.
"Potter," she said solemnly, "I just wanted to inform you that you've been elected Quidditch captain. However, if you don't want the job, it can be passed over. Oh, and by the way you are seeker again. Ms. Weasley has decided to try out for chaser, I believe."
Harry just stared at McGonagal for a minute in awe. Him, Quidditch captain? He hadn't really thought about leading the team, just being a part of it. But now, he was elected Captain? He was surprised, happy, and worried at the same time.
"Uh, sure, yeah I guess," Harry said shaking his head trying to rub off the look of happiness on his face.
"Very well," said McGonagal, "I must warn you though that it is not an easy job. You remember Mr. Wood, how stressed out he was. Ah, poor boy. However, tryouts will be held at the end of next week, as you do need a few new chasers I believe?" Harry nodded. "Okay, and Professor Snape has reminded me that you are to continue lessons with him in his dungeons on Wednesdays at 6 pm."
Again Harry nodded, leaving the room. As he walked back to class he thought about how he didn't get Prefect, but now being Quidditch Captain was much better! He didn't doubt that Malfoy probably got Captain as well. As he walked along, he spotted Cho Chang, a sort of ex girlfriend to him. She seemed to have spotted him too, for they both stopped in their tracks and looked at each other awkwardly.
"Hey, um listen," she started. "I guess we ended on a bad note last year. So, I want to start over, as friends."
Harry smiled and extended his arm for a handshake. She took it. "Well, good luck in your erm - love life I guess!"
She gave a grin, and then her face went into excitement. "Oh, I forgot to say! I've been made Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain! It is my last year, after all. I'm really quite happy!"
Harry raised an eyebrow. "So have I. Your team better watch out this year!"
"You wish!" The two smiled at each other before walking their opposite directions.
Finally Harry had something to be happy about.
Meanwhile Hermione was in the Room of Requirement waiting for Malfoy. It was set just as it had been for the D.A. meetings the year before. She sat down, reading a book and starting on her Potions essay that was due the next day. Finally, after about ten minutes, Malfoy walked in looking ever so confident.
"Granger," he said with a smirk.
"Malfoy," she replied, putting her things away. "How long do we have to do you suppose we should work?"
"Don't know," he retorted, leaning against the wall. "But us being civilized won't last me long. It's just sickening, me associating with a mudblood." He made a motion of gagging.
"Oh, come off it, you bloody git!" Hermione exclaimed. Malfoy just grinned. "Now, I'm going to call the the charm, and you're going to see if it's okay, I guess. And then I'll do the same for yours. I suppose that will be the best way to do it."
Malfoy shook his head, "I don't generally like taking orders from a mudblood. But, seeing as I have no ideas myself at the moment." He stood up and beckoned Hermione to start.
"Right then," Hermione prepared herself. She closed her eyes thinking of the most happy moment she could and yelled, "Expecto Patronum!" But nothing came out and instead a force came back and made her fly into Malfoy. They both landed on the floor, her on top of him. She quickly got off.
"Tsk, tsk. Someone's eager to get close to me." He said, laughing.
Hermione just rolled her eyes and tried again. "Expecto Patronum!" This time, something vaguely came out. It then faded from her wand. She moaned angrily.
Malfoy looked at her with desire. It was desire not necessarily for her, but for her blooming body. Hermione didn't notice the way he was looking at her, and when she turned around he quickly wiped the expression off his face.
"My turn then," he said. He thought of the most happy moment he could, but nothing in his past was really a happy moment. He realized then at that moment that every moment he thought was happy, was just a lie. He realized that looking up to his father was just something a son is bound to do. He realized then that he hated his father. He couldn't believe that his father made him do the things he did! But he didn't show it, and yelled instead, "Expecto Patronum!" This time he was the one flying into Hermione. He took quite a long time getting off of her, as she had noticed. It seemed as if he was trying to remember every curve along her body and keep it in his mind. She just brushed the thought off and pushed him off of her. But as she was pushing him off, she saw a mark on his forearm - it was vague but she could swear it was half of the Dark Mark.
"Where did you get that cut?" She asked Malfoy curiously, pointing at his forearm.
He quickly covered it up with his robes and picked up his wand. He answered defensively, "That's none of your business, Granger." There was a pause - an awkward silence. "Well, I guess we'll continue tomorrow night." She could swear she saw a shadow of sadness pass over his eyes for just a second. But he left the room, leaving Hermione more curious than ever.
A/N: Do you see now that things are starting to spice up!? Well, more to come, we promisesssss!!!!!!!! R&R!