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Chapter 3:
"What time is it?" Hermione asked looking anywhere but at Malfoy.
"Don't you have a watch?" Malfoy asked smirking, "It would only seem reasonable that the study hard, bookworm would have a watch."
"No, I don't have a watch, mine broke. Now will you please tell me what time it is" Hermione asked starting to get annoyed.
"Its 10:30
"Great just what I need, another hour and a half spent with you."
"You think I am happy about this too Mudblood!"
"I swear if you call me that one more time I'll-"
"You'll what, Pothead and Weasel aren't around to protect you,"
"I'll hex you to pieces!" she said, her voice raising slightly.
"Like I am scared of you, all you could do to me a simple little spell that could be reversed easily" his voice was quivering and rising from anger.
"Well, you don't have your two goons to protect. All I would to do is stuff you in a broom closet." Hermione said shortly, and with sincerity in her voice.
"You think your so funny don't you! Well-"
"WOULD YOU BOTH BE QUIET!!!!!" a picture of an old witch with short gray hair, thin lips, a round face, and glasses to small for her head entered the conversation annoyed. "People are trying to sleep in this castle and your shouting isn't going to help it."
"Well it's there fault if they listen, OUCH" Hermione kicked Malfoy at his last words.
"We are so sorry, we will be going now, good night" and with that Hermione dragged Malfoy off.
"Don't you ever touch me again! You filthy, little Mudblood!"
"Oh, would you shut up! If you keep on screaming like that it won't be a portrait who interrupts you it will be a teacher!" she was trying very desperately to keep her voice steady.
"Scared you are gonna lose your position as Head Girl, are we?" Malfoy had lowered his voice and was beginning to smirk is signature trademark smirk again.
"You know very well that if you do something you will also lose your position as Head Boy." Hermione stated starting to walk again.
"You think that matters to me? You do remember who my father is don't you? All he has to do is give this school a fair amount of money, and I have my position back."
"I don't think Dumbledore would accept that" Hermione said as she looked out a window. "He is no-" but the rest of her sentence never came. As she looked out the window she saw it again, the person. Yes, it was definitely a person. She saw him, or her, running farther into the forest. She just stood there staring wondering who it could be. She was brought back to reality almost at once by Malfoy's hand being waved in front of her face.
"Hello, earth to Granger"
"Uh, whah, o yeah. Um…did you just see that?"
"See what?"
"That-Oh never mind"
"Once again you prove my point of you going crazy Mudblood."
"Cram it, ferret," Hermione walked off to finish the rest of the rounds with Draco following closely behind. "You know I wish you would come up here,"
"Why does the know-it-all want to see my handsome face?" he said smirking.
"Never in a million years." Hermione said still walking, "I just don't want you to curse me and not have a fair chance to defend myself." He hand was just about to reach his wand pocket but he decided against it. His father would kill him if he lost his position as Head Boy and it were given to someone like Potter or Weasley.
"I swear one of these nights the two of us will be walking down the halls and he is going to go to far, and I am going to strangle him." Hermione was sitting stairing into the burning fire in the Gryffindor common room fire. A month had passed from their first patrol together and things hadn't gotten much better. He was constantly insulting her and they were constantly arguing. But it wasn't just the arguing and insults that bothered Hermione. It was the fact that ever night she saw the silhouette if the same person walking into the forest.
She could tell it was the same person because of the limp they had. Every night they limped farther into the forest from the point where the trees were still thin enough to let light in.
"Hermione you should tell Dumbledore that this isn't going to work and that you want to patrol the halls with someone else if you have to." Harry said looking up from his Defense Against The Dark Arts homework.
"Yeah, tell him that the git had been bugging you ever since day one." Ron said looking up from his Potions essay.
"No, I am going to han-" once again Hermione stopped dead sentence. By now her gaze had changes from the fire and was now fixed on outside. Outside there were tons of students running around in the crisp autumn air. Kids sitting under trees, studying. Kids playing by the lake and laughing at the giant squid that had come up to sun bathe with its large tentacles spread out. Kids flying around the grounds and at the Quidditch Pitch. But Hermione wasn't paying attention to any of this. Her eyes were transfixed on a piece of forest, the part were sunlight was still able to penetrate the ground. She saw the limping figure again, but this time he wasn't by Hagrid's Hut. No, he was closer to the school this time. Tonight, Hermione thought as she faintly heard Ron ask help on his essay. If I see him tonight, I am going to follow.
Chapter 3:
"What time is it?" Hermione asked looking anywhere but at Malfoy.
"Don't you have a watch?" Malfoy asked smirking, "It would only seem reasonable that the study hard, bookworm would have a watch."
"No, I don't have a watch, mine broke. Now will you please tell me what time it is" Hermione asked starting to get annoyed.
"Its 10:30
"Great just what I need, another hour and a half spent with you."
"You think I am happy about this too Mudblood!"
"I swear if you call me that one more time I'll-"
"You'll what, Pothead and Weasel aren't around to protect you,"
"I'll hex you to pieces!" she said, her voice raising slightly.
"Like I am scared of you, all you could do to me a simple little spell that could be reversed easily" his voice was quivering and rising from anger.
"Well, you don't have your two goons to protect. All I would to do is stuff you in a broom closet." Hermione said shortly, and with sincerity in her voice.
"You think your so funny don't you! Well-"
"WOULD YOU BOTH BE QUIET!!!!!" a picture of an old witch with short gray hair, thin lips, a round face, and glasses to small for her head entered the conversation annoyed. "People are trying to sleep in this castle and your shouting isn't going to help it."
"Well it's there fault if they listen, OUCH" Hermione kicked Malfoy at his last words.
"We are so sorry, we will be going now, good night" and with that Hermione dragged Malfoy off.
"Don't you ever touch me again! You filthy, little Mudblood!"
"Oh, would you shut up! If you keep on screaming like that it won't be a portrait who interrupts you it will be a teacher!" she was trying very desperately to keep her voice steady.
"Scared you are gonna lose your position as Head Girl, are we?" Malfoy had lowered his voice and was beginning to smirk is signature trademark smirk again.
"You know very well that if you do something you will also lose your position as Head Boy." Hermione stated starting to walk again.
"You think that matters to me? You do remember who my father is don't you? All he has to do is give this school a fair amount of money, and I have my position back."
"I don't think Dumbledore would accept that" Hermione said as she looked out a window. "He is no-" but the rest of her sentence never came. As she looked out the window she saw it again, the person. Yes, it was definitely a person. She saw him, or her, running farther into the forest. She just stood there staring wondering who it could be. She was brought back to reality almost at once by Malfoy's hand being waved in front of her face.
"Hello, earth to Granger"
"Uh, whah, o yeah. Um…did you just see that?"
"See what?"
"That-Oh never mind"
"Once again you prove my point of you going crazy Mudblood."
"Cram it, ferret," Hermione walked off to finish the rest of the rounds with Draco following closely behind. "You know I wish you would come up here,"
"Why does the know-it-all want to see my handsome face?" he said smirking.
"Never in a million years." Hermione said still walking, "I just don't want you to curse me and not have a fair chance to defend myself." He hand was just about to reach his wand pocket but he decided against it. His father would kill him if he lost his position as Head Boy and it were given to someone like Potter or Weasley.
"I swear one of these nights the two of us will be walking down the halls and he is going to go to far, and I am going to strangle him." Hermione was sitting stairing into the burning fire in the Gryffindor common room fire. A month had passed from their first patrol together and things hadn't gotten much better. He was constantly insulting her and they were constantly arguing. But it wasn't just the arguing and insults that bothered Hermione. It was the fact that ever night she saw the silhouette if the same person walking into the forest.
She could tell it was the same person because of the limp they had. Every night they limped farther into the forest from the point where the trees were still thin enough to let light in.
"Hermione you should tell Dumbledore that this isn't going to work and that you want to patrol the halls with someone else if you have to." Harry said looking up from his Defense Against The Dark Arts homework.
"Yeah, tell him that the git had been bugging you ever since day one." Ron said looking up from his Potions essay.
"No, I am going to han-" once again Hermione stopped dead sentence. By now her gaze had changes from the fire and was now fixed on outside. Outside there were tons of students running around in the crisp autumn air. Kids sitting under trees, studying. Kids playing by the lake and laughing at the giant squid that had come up to sun bathe with its large tentacles spread out. Kids flying around the grounds and at the Quidditch Pitch. But Hermione wasn't paying attention to any of this. Her eyes were transfixed on a piece of forest, the part were sunlight was still able to penetrate the ground. She saw the limping figure again, but this time he wasn't by Hagrid's Hut. No, he was closer to the school this time. Tonight, Hermione thought as she faintly heard Ron ask help on his essay. If I see him tonight, I am going to follow.