(A/N: Well two reviews are better than none! I considered waiting longer to
update but I like to stay to my update-in-two-days routine. So here's
chapter two. I realize that this isn't a very um...exciting story so far
(especially from where we left off in SORT TORDU) but believe me, we'll get
there. In the meantime, Reviews would be nice! Thanks! Hope all are
enjoying! Hugs Haystack)
Orchid6297: I'm rather glad myself, I struggled with the idea for a while, but sometimes you just got to take risks! Thanks for your review!!!!
pyroprincess4rmeverwood: You have been such a supportive reader, thanks for everything. I believe you were my first faithful reader on SORT TORDU and what do you know? Not only are you one out two that reviewed first, you're the one that encouraged it in the first place! I do agree that French is cool, the only thing I hate is all the verbs and stuff. Oh well! Thanks for reviewing!!
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I've suffered from identity crisis lately. For some reason or another, I was completely convinced that I owned the rights to Harry Potter. Lucky for me, the police set me straight! ;)
And so the story continues....
CHAPTER TWO: LETTERS
Draco Malfoy woke to a loud tapping at his window. He was just about to tell to owl (who was the one making the noise) to go away and come back later when he recognized the owl as Errol and hurried to throw the window open. The owl seemed to have had difficulties flying because it immediately fell to Draco's messy bed and lay there hooting proudly at its success to actual deliver the letter. Hastily throwing some treats to the pathetic animal, he took the letter from its talons and ripped it open. Scanning the letter, he frowned, it was short; but as he read on, he could understand why.
Dear Draco, You won't believe what happened.... I got Head Girl! I'm so happy you wouldn't believe it! I wonder who the Head boy is...it's not you is it? That'd be too perfect! I miss you so much. Hope everything's good for you there at Hogwarts. I can't wait to see you tomorrow! Love, Hermione
He smiled at the first sentence even though he'd known for weeks that she would get it. Draco could just picture Hermione bursting with happiness and beaming at all her year's of work finally paying off. It's what she'd worked all these years for, and lately, what with Harry's death, it meant even more to her since Harry's parents were both Heads and Harry had always wanted to be one too (even if his grades couldn't have accomplished it, he'd fantasized about it).
The second and third sentences made his smile fade. He wasn't the Head boy, much to everyone's speculation. He was of course, the second best next to Hermione. Dumbledore though (thinking of everything) had addressed this fact.
"Professor Dumbledore sir? You wanted to see me?"
"Ah Mr. Malfoy yes" The Headmaster rose from his seat smiling broadly, and offering his hand; which Draco took with apprehensiveness. "Please have a seat"
"Well Mr. Malfoy I know that school seems very far away indeed since it is still summer, but there is something I must discuss with you and since you're here at Hogwarts all summer, it seemed silly to do it later" Draco nodded in response "I must pick the Head Boy and Girl for this year and I've selected Miss Granger as the Head Girl." Draco smiled as the twinkle in Dumbledore's blue eyes grew greater with more amusement. "Yes yes, I'm sure it comes of no surprise to anyone. But anyways, I had intended to appoint you the position of Head Boy; your grades certainly imply it. But in light of recent events I wondered, and ask you now: Would you be able to handle it?"
This was not at all what Draco had been expecting. Taken aback, it took a few minutes for him to sort out his thoughts.
Would he be able to handle it? At first impulse and with the prospect of sharing a common room with Hermione he said yes.
"Remember Mr. Malfoy that it would be many hours of extra work, and much sacrifice of time and energy."
But on the other hand...Draco wondered. He was captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team this year and winning was a top priority. And with his schoolwork and spending time with Hermione would he really have time to 'patrol the halls at three in the morning'? Draco wondered what Dumbledore thought. But the more he thought about it, it seemed obvious. Dumbledore was not having this discussion with Hermione but with himself. Did that mean that he thought Draco couldn't handle it?
"I gave Miss Granger the position without consulting her because I knew how much she craved it and how much she would need a distraction this year, if that was what you were wondering." Dumbledore said answering Draco's question with a definitely different tone. His eyes momentarily lost their sparkle and Draco noted that his voice had quavered. This was enough for Draco.
"Professor Dumbledore? I'm sorry but I don't think I will be able to accept your offer. Thank you though, it means a lot to me."
Dumbledore gave him an all-knowing smile as if to say 'good that's what I wanted you to do' and said, "Alright then, if you are sure?"
"I am"
And that was it; Draco was sure that when Hermione found out he declined the position of Head Boy she'd have quite a lot to say. 'You did WHAT?' But he felt good about his decision and was certainly glad Dumbledore had made Hermione Head Girl. He was right. It would be a vital weapon in helping Hermione get through the year. Draco had been instructed not to let Hermione know that he knew, and the whole summer he'd said nothing.
Hermione, That's bloody brilliant! But you act surprised? C'mon, we all knew you'd get it from first year! But anyway, congratulations and no, I'm not Head Boy. Dumbledore offered it to me but I declined. I know, I know, I'll tell you all about it when I see you tomorrow on the train. See you then. I love you. Love, Draco
Being at Hogwarts and away from Hermione had been torture. He spent his days finishing his homework and wandering the halls, thinking of her every moment. But no bother, he would see her tomorrow.
Watching Draco scribble his response, Errol hooted as if to tell him to hurry.
"Alright already." He said irritably to the owl. "Take this to Hermione okay?" The tawny owl nodded and flew out the open window, leaving Draco to stare about his empty room, happier than he'd been for a long time.
(A/N: What'd you all think? Good so far? Kind of uneventful and boring I know. I'll see if I can update sooner next time to get the story rolling. Review! Thanks! Hugs Haystack)
Orchid6297: I'm rather glad myself, I struggled with the idea for a while, but sometimes you just got to take risks! Thanks for your review!!!!
pyroprincess4rmeverwood: You have been such a supportive reader, thanks for everything. I believe you were my first faithful reader on SORT TORDU and what do you know? Not only are you one out two that reviewed first, you're the one that encouraged it in the first place! I do agree that French is cool, the only thing I hate is all the verbs and stuff. Oh well! Thanks for reviewing!!
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I've suffered from identity crisis lately. For some reason or another, I was completely convinced that I owned the rights to Harry Potter. Lucky for me, the police set me straight! ;)
And so the story continues....
CHAPTER TWO: LETTERS
Draco Malfoy woke to a loud tapping at his window. He was just about to tell to owl (who was the one making the noise) to go away and come back later when he recognized the owl as Errol and hurried to throw the window open. The owl seemed to have had difficulties flying because it immediately fell to Draco's messy bed and lay there hooting proudly at its success to actual deliver the letter. Hastily throwing some treats to the pathetic animal, he took the letter from its talons and ripped it open. Scanning the letter, he frowned, it was short; but as he read on, he could understand why.
Dear Draco, You won't believe what happened.... I got Head Girl! I'm so happy you wouldn't believe it! I wonder who the Head boy is...it's not you is it? That'd be too perfect! I miss you so much. Hope everything's good for you there at Hogwarts. I can't wait to see you tomorrow! Love, Hermione
He smiled at the first sentence even though he'd known for weeks that she would get it. Draco could just picture Hermione bursting with happiness and beaming at all her year's of work finally paying off. It's what she'd worked all these years for, and lately, what with Harry's death, it meant even more to her since Harry's parents were both Heads and Harry had always wanted to be one too (even if his grades couldn't have accomplished it, he'd fantasized about it).
The second and third sentences made his smile fade. He wasn't the Head boy, much to everyone's speculation. He was of course, the second best next to Hermione. Dumbledore though (thinking of everything) had addressed this fact.
"Professor Dumbledore sir? You wanted to see me?"
"Ah Mr. Malfoy yes" The Headmaster rose from his seat smiling broadly, and offering his hand; which Draco took with apprehensiveness. "Please have a seat"
"Well Mr. Malfoy I know that school seems very far away indeed since it is still summer, but there is something I must discuss with you and since you're here at Hogwarts all summer, it seemed silly to do it later" Draco nodded in response "I must pick the Head Boy and Girl for this year and I've selected Miss Granger as the Head Girl." Draco smiled as the twinkle in Dumbledore's blue eyes grew greater with more amusement. "Yes yes, I'm sure it comes of no surprise to anyone. But anyways, I had intended to appoint you the position of Head Boy; your grades certainly imply it. But in light of recent events I wondered, and ask you now: Would you be able to handle it?"
This was not at all what Draco had been expecting. Taken aback, it took a few minutes for him to sort out his thoughts.
Would he be able to handle it? At first impulse and with the prospect of sharing a common room with Hermione he said yes.
"Remember Mr. Malfoy that it would be many hours of extra work, and much sacrifice of time and energy."
But on the other hand...Draco wondered. He was captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team this year and winning was a top priority. And with his schoolwork and spending time with Hermione would he really have time to 'patrol the halls at three in the morning'? Draco wondered what Dumbledore thought. But the more he thought about it, it seemed obvious. Dumbledore was not having this discussion with Hermione but with himself. Did that mean that he thought Draco couldn't handle it?
"I gave Miss Granger the position without consulting her because I knew how much she craved it and how much she would need a distraction this year, if that was what you were wondering." Dumbledore said answering Draco's question with a definitely different tone. His eyes momentarily lost their sparkle and Draco noted that his voice had quavered. This was enough for Draco.
"Professor Dumbledore? I'm sorry but I don't think I will be able to accept your offer. Thank you though, it means a lot to me."
Dumbledore gave him an all-knowing smile as if to say 'good that's what I wanted you to do' and said, "Alright then, if you are sure?"
"I am"
And that was it; Draco was sure that when Hermione found out he declined the position of Head Boy she'd have quite a lot to say. 'You did WHAT?' But he felt good about his decision and was certainly glad Dumbledore had made Hermione Head Girl. He was right. It would be a vital weapon in helping Hermione get through the year. Draco had been instructed not to let Hermione know that he knew, and the whole summer he'd said nothing.
Hermione, That's bloody brilliant! But you act surprised? C'mon, we all knew you'd get it from first year! But anyway, congratulations and no, I'm not Head Boy. Dumbledore offered it to me but I declined. I know, I know, I'll tell you all about it when I see you tomorrow on the train. See you then. I love you. Love, Draco
Being at Hogwarts and away from Hermione had been torture. He spent his days finishing his homework and wandering the halls, thinking of her every moment. But no bother, he would see her tomorrow.
Watching Draco scribble his response, Errol hooted as if to tell him to hurry.
"Alright already." He said irritably to the owl. "Take this to Hermione okay?" The tawny owl nodded and flew out the open window, leaving Draco to stare about his empty room, happier than he'd been for a long time.
(A/N: What'd you all think? Good so far? Kind of uneventful and boring I know. I'll see if I can update sooner next time to get the story rolling. Review! Thanks! Hugs Haystack)