AN:Well here's the third chapter. It's barely of 3000 words. My muse
seems to be on holiday or something cuz well I am getting no new ideas.
Please write in to give me ideas. I might use them if they fit the story.
Oh yes and chapter updates won't be as often as they were over the June
holidays. Well cuz school just started and guess what teachers have a great
sense of humor and decided that it would be funny to see all students die
from the workload. Arrrgh... I have a history assignment a geography test
paper, a math graphs, assignment and an English Essay all due tomorrow and
what am I doing? Typing a chapter for my fanfiction.
"Wake up Hermione. It's now 7.00 in the morning. Your schedule for today is a prefectorial board meeting in the transfiguration classroom. That is all for today. Have a nice day," said a cool female voice as Hermione jerked out of bed upon hearing it. "That is so cool," she thought to herself as she yawned and pushed open the bathroom door, forgetting that she had to share it with Malfoy.
Malfoy was in the bathroom. He had his shirt off. Her jaw practically dropped when she saw his six-pack and his biceps that were usually hidden under the robes. She was lost in though staring at him when his voice cut through saying, "Enjoying the view Granger?" Hermione blushed beet-red when she realized what she was doing and when she looked at Malfoy's face her had his trademark smirk on it.
"God...he is so infuriating and full of himself," she thought to herself. She wondered why he had to be so mean to her just because she happened to be glancing his way; she was using the term glancing very loosely of course. Then she smirked, he was a Malfoy, he didn't need a reason to be mean to anyone. It was in his nature.
She thought up a snappy comeback which was kind of hard as she was distracted by his flexing six pack, every time he moved and said, "Well there's really not much to admire," turned around and left the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.
Leaning against the door she thought, "God what a jerk." Malfoy looked after Hermione. She wondered why she was so affected by seeing Malfoy topless because well she should be used to Harry and Ron wandering the burrow without tops after quidditch matches by now. She scolded herself for coming up with something so lame and letting Malfoy know that he was getting the better of her.
He knew that he was really pushing her buttons and she would either end up killing herself or him than spend just this year with him. He too found solace in the fact that it was just a year. He wondered how anyone would be able to bear or even enjoy spending time with the filthy, know-it- all mudblood. He laughed to himself as he remembered the look on her face when she first registered the shock of seeing topless.
He knew that many girls would have killed to have had such a chance but that mudblood, she was different as though she would have much rather not seen that. He looked at the mirror and flexed his muscles. He knew it something childish to do but he couldn't help but start going into all the muscle man model poses and laughed at himself.
He couldn't help himself when his thoughts went back to the mudblood witch. He wondered why he had taunted her for years on the end. Shrugging, he told himself it was more out of habit than anything. It wasn't that she was disgusting to him but he behaved like he did as he was brought up to despise mudbloods and years of the same thing being drilled into his head only forced him to believe it.
He decided that he didn't really care.
After half an hour, Malfoy emerged from the bathroom in his robes. They were stretched over his muscles and his hair still wet from the shower hung in his gray eyes increasing his bad-boy appeal. His steel gray eyes hardened as he caught sight of Hermione. Smirking at her he opened his mouth to say something.
Hermione turned away and entered the bathroom before she was forced to spend more time in his presence. She filled the bath-tub with steaming hot water and vanilla scented bubble bath and sank into it sighing in contentment. After awhile she washed her hair and then put on a pair of faded jeans and a black tee before she put on her robes.
She remembered the makeup set that Ginny had given her for her birthday, a big hint telling her that she should use some. She knew that all her friends thought that she should get out more weather they voiced it or not.
"Oh well I can't be bothered," Hermione said in finality before tying her bushy hair into a high ponytail. Walking to the common room she took out one of her favorite muggle books, "Great expectations" and started to reread it telling herself that she wasn't bothered going down for breakfast as yet. In a while, her stomach growled and she decided that it was time for breakfast. Leaving the book on the table she walked out of the quarters. Ella Enchanted wished her a good morning and told Hermione that two extremely tall good-looking men had been there to see her when she was in the bathroom.
"I think they've found out that you've been cheating on them. Best trod carefully there, I encountered something like that myself," Ella said. Hermione raised an eyebrow and tried to make sense of what the lady had just said. Finally it clicked
"Oh...them. They're my best friends. Harry Potter and Ron Weasly. Oh yes and next time they are here could you please grant them entry?" Hermione asked Ella.
"Alas I can't do that but what I can do is inform you every time they come so that you can invite them in," Ella said. Hermione nodded and said that she would see Ella later. As she made her way to the Great Hall, she saw two extremely tall guys, one with flaming red hair and the other with jet black hair.
"Hey! Ron! Harry! Wait up!" She yelled, catching up with them.
"Hermione, where were you after the feast?" Ron asked. Hermione explained what had happened and Harry clenched his fist, "Why I aught to..." he said when he heard about Malfoy attacking Hermione.
His usually placid emerald green eyes burned and became forest green, close to black. She wondered if it was a figment of her imagination as no one seemed to notice so she let it pass when she noticed that his eyes were back to normal. She cut in saying that she had it all planned out.
"Hmm...a plan...tell tell," Ron asked bemused as all Hermione's plans were extremely original and not to mention Hilarious as long as you weren't the one she was plotting against. Hermione explained her plan to them and they grinned imagining the look on Malfoy's face after the deed was done. Hermione instructed them to sit on both her sides at breakfast and also to keep a straight face.
They entered the Great Hall and took seats facing Malfoy and his cronies, Crabbe and Goyle. The two bozos who had been tailing him ever since their fist year now served no purpose as Malfoy was obviously stronger then them. They had once been his body guards but now ever since Voldemort's return, everyone gave him a wide berth afraid of his influence and him physically hurting them.
Hermione was sitting between the two guys. Hermione reached for her wand and pointed it inconspicuously at the piece of thickly buttered toast that was on Malfoy's plate and muttered, "Wingardium Leviosa."
The piece of toast shot up into the air and hit his chin causing butter to drip down his neck. Harry's cheeks bulged at trying to keep his laughter silent. "This is just the beginning," Hermione whispered. She muttered another charm and the porcelain white milk jug levitated off the table and proceeded to whiz around Malfoy's head. By then almost everyone in the hall was in stitches and wondering who was the cause of this prank on Malfoy as it was strange to see a Malfoy on the receiving end of embarrassment.
Even some of the Slytherins were laughing together with the Ravenclaws, Hupplepuffs and Gryffindors. Malfoy gave them a look that caused them to stifle their laughter and stare at their plates. Obviously Malfoy had them all threatened with something or other.
The milk jug came to halt above Malfoy's head and then tilted, emptying its contents, no less than a few liters of milk on his hair. (The jug was enchanted of course). "Hermione...are you...Hahaha....haha...f...Finished," Ron said amidst his hysterical laughter.
"Not quite," Hermione said. Then as an after thought adding, "Dessert is yet to come." By this time Malfoy was looking outrageously around trying to figure out who was doing that.
Hermione wanted Malfoy to know that it was her as she was no coward and was ready to face the consequences of her actions so as she walked to the exit she said loudly, "You enjoyed the main course and the drink I believe. Well here's dessert." With a wave of her wand she caused a treacle tart to fly across the room from the Gryffindor table and hit him right on the nose. Its sticky side had hit him so it stuck to his nose and he looked hilarious.
"I bet he's the only guy that will look good in such a situation," Parvati Patil said to her friend Lavender Brown, then dissolving into giggles. At this Hermione rolled her eyes as at that moment Malfoy not only did not look good but he looked downright hilarious.
She spun around on her heels and headed for her living quarters with Harry and Ron on the tow, but not before she had said another spell and all the spoons and forks from the Slytherin table had risen and formed an ever swirling circle around his head.
At the teacher's table almost all of them were laughing, even Professor Snape had a hint of a smile on his face as he watched the scene unfold. Sure he hated the mudblood and it was his favorite student being punished but he had to admit it was funny.
Dumbledore was chortling along with the students as Malfoy tried his very best to free himself from the ring of utensils. Professor Flitwick on the other hand had become extremely exited which for him was no big deal as it was a common fact that he was easily excitable.
"That was very strong magic, commanding more than one item at a time and also making the charm stay even though the caster had left the area," he said more to himself than to anybody else. Deciding that Malfoy had suffered enough, Dumbledore strode down to the Slytherin table and muttered the counter curse.
The utensils stopped moving around his head and rose to form the words "Malfoy sucks" before dropping to the ground and becoming lifeless. All except for one fork which gave Malfoy a sharp prod on his backside before falling to the ground.
Not expecting that Malfoy yelped causing the people who had just come up for air after laughing so long to fall back into hysterics.
All three of them were laughing about the incident. "Did you see the look on his face? Gods...that was better than the time Moody turned him into a ferret," Ron choked through his mirth. They finally arrived at the painting of Ella Enchanted.
"Inky Quills," Hermione said then added, "Ella would you like to join us for a chat?" Ella nodded and the door expanded.
"Mione' where did she go?" Harry asked. Hermione explained that there was a frame in the common room into which she can go when there is anyone outside waiting to see us or just to talk to us. They walked into the common room and gasped as they took in the grand surroundings. "It's definitely worth being a head Mione," Harry said in awe.
"I had the same reaction too," Hermione said a smile playing on her lips. Ella appeared in the painting and all of them greeted her enthusiastically. They told Ella of the happenings during breakfast and soon all of them were rolling in the ground (Ella on the ground of her painting) with tears of laughter streaming down their cheeks.
"Well Hermione, we have to go. Quidditch practice and all," Ron interrupted. Hermione told them that they were welcome anytime and to come visit once it a while. Ron smiled at her and ran his hands through his hair, making it look windswept and messy like he had just dismounted a broom.
Hermione rolled her eyes. Ron at times behaved extremely obnoxiously but deep down he was just the same. Harry behind him gave Ron a odd look that Hermione caught, grinning back at Harry. Harry was reminded of his own father, the way that James Potter made his hair seem messy to look as though he had been flying. He smiled and realized that Ron mostly behaved like that in Hermione's presence.
Having made the connection he decided that he would leave it to them. He didn't think there was much possibility of them being in a relationship as Hermione seemed to only see Ron as a brother. Shrugging he called Ron over telling him it was high time they left.
They left and Ella decided to leave to get rid of one of her unwanted suitors, Sir Cadeogean. Ella explained that the barmy knight thought that a good way of wooing her would be to drag her along for all his 'adventures'.
Hermione laughed as she remembered Sir. Cadeodean from her third year. He was one of the portraits in the castle who thought he was extremely brave. He had been a huge task to cope with as he kept changing the password if the Gryffindor common room every few hours and hardly anyone could keep up with it.
He had been a substitute for the fat lady, the portrait of a rather large woman who was usually the painting that led to the Gryffindor common room.
Hermione then remembered what he called people who were cowards and laughed even harder, knowing that she must look mad to anyone who was watching as she was laughing close to hysterical for no obvious particular reason and also because she was laughing sitting all alone.
Strolling out of the common room she saw the "barmy knight" as Ella had referred to him forcing Ella onto his steed which was an old donkey and nearly dying under the weight of both of them.
"Who goes there," Sir Cadeogan said brandishing his sword. The weight caused him to tip over and fall and his helmet top fell over his eyes. Ella mouthed a silent, "Thank you," to Hermione and disappeared from the painting after dismounting from the donkey.
"Who turned out the lights? Am I dead? Is this heaven?" the knight asked stupidly as he pulled at his helmet. Hermione broke into a fit of giggles and the knight fell onto his knees and asked, "Is this the voice of god?"
Hermione tried her best to control her laughter and deepened her voice before saying, "Yes brave knight it is. I just wanted to tell you to stop pursuing that Ella girl. Believe me when I say she is not interested. Never bother her again unless you want to incur my wrath. Take off your helmet now and you will be back at Hogwarts."
Saying this Hermione quickly ducked out of sight and peeked from around the bend and saw the knight get up after pulling off his helmet, get onto his donkey and ride off to only god's knows where. She heard some giggling from behind her and saw Ella in a portrait there.
"Thank you ever so much dah-link. That was a stroke of sheer genius. Finally I have him off my back," Ella said laughing along with Hermione. Ella returned to her usual frame and Hermione told her the password and when the doorknob protruded the door, opened it and entered the common room again.
Hermione decided that she wanted to have a swim in the pool. She changed into a pair of shorts and a black tee and then went to the pool and started testing all the taps.
Her favorite one was the tap that gushed out huge bubbles into which she could enter and then it would seal itself and float a short height above the pool before bursting and depositing her into the pool again.
She wondered who came up with those bubble baths. She realized that there were so many things that she took for granted in the wizarding world. She thought back to the episode that occurred in her house that summer and shook it out of her head. She felt like she would burst if she didn't tell anyone soon.
Curled up in a bubble she let herself give in to the floating sensation that cleared her mind of any thought. Laughing to herself she prodded the wall of the bubble but thankfully it didn't burst yet. In it she felt safe, away from the real world where nothing made sense but everyone was expected to make sense of nonsense. Shaking her head to clear her head she again told herself off for thinking about the episode.
Once the pool was filled Hermione plunged into it and did a few laps before flipping over and floating on her back. She did not know how long she lay there thinking but soon her thoughts turned to Malfoy.
The angel told her that he was just a poor confused young man but the devil said otherwise claiming that he was a good-for-nothing, elitist jerk. Hermione snorted, "Poor confused young man...my foot," she muttered incoherently.
"But he was also charming (if he wanted to be), gorgeous, hot, intellectual (though he didn't show it at many times) man," a voice sounded from the back of her mind. Smiling dreamily she continues to float on her back.
Hermione knew that Malfoy would be desperate to get back at her for what she had done that morning but she told herself that she would be prepared for it and that he would not catch her by surprise.
She wondered what he might do to get revenge but as she did not know Malfoy well enough she could not fathom to what extent he would go to mark her just as she had marked him that day.
AN:Wasn't that hilarious? I laughed my head off typing it. Oh yea...I have a problem. I have LOADS of homework!!! I am such a waste of space at times. Well yeah anyone out there know a site to download MP3 songs for free that is neither Morpheus nor Kazza. Tell me of you do cuz these sites are banned and I want to listen to music on something other than real player. Ok I'm outie...
"Wake up Hermione. It's now 7.00 in the morning. Your schedule for today is a prefectorial board meeting in the transfiguration classroom. That is all for today. Have a nice day," said a cool female voice as Hermione jerked out of bed upon hearing it. "That is so cool," she thought to herself as she yawned and pushed open the bathroom door, forgetting that she had to share it with Malfoy.
Malfoy was in the bathroom. He had his shirt off. Her jaw practically dropped when she saw his six-pack and his biceps that were usually hidden under the robes. She was lost in though staring at him when his voice cut through saying, "Enjoying the view Granger?" Hermione blushed beet-red when she realized what she was doing and when she looked at Malfoy's face her had his trademark smirk on it.
"God...he is so infuriating and full of himself," she thought to herself. She wondered why he had to be so mean to her just because she happened to be glancing his way; she was using the term glancing very loosely of course. Then she smirked, he was a Malfoy, he didn't need a reason to be mean to anyone. It was in his nature.
She thought up a snappy comeback which was kind of hard as she was distracted by his flexing six pack, every time he moved and said, "Well there's really not much to admire," turned around and left the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.
Leaning against the door she thought, "God what a jerk." Malfoy looked after Hermione. She wondered why she was so affected by seeing Malfoy topless because well she should be used to Harry and Ron wandering the burrow without tops after quidditch matches by now. She scolded herself for coming up with something so lame and letting Malfoy know that he was getting the better of her.
He knew that he was really pushing her buttons and she would either end up killing herself or him than spend just this year with him. He too found solace in the fact that it was just a year. He wondered how anyone would be able to bear or even enjoy spending time with the filthy, know-it- all mudblood. He laughed to himself as he remembered the look on her face when she first registered the shock of seeing topless.
He knew that many girls would have killed to have had such a chance but that mudblood, she was different as though she would have much rather not seen that. He looked at the mirror and flexed his muscles. He knew it something childish to do but he couldn't help but start going into all the muscle man model poses and laughed at himself.
He couldn't help himself when his thoughts went back to the mudblood witch. He wondered why he had taunted her for years on the end. Shrugging, he told himself it was more out of habit than anything. It wasn't that she was disgusting to him but he behaved like he did as he was brought up to despise mudbloods and years of the same thing being drilled into his head only forced him to believe it.
He decided that he didn't really care.
After half an hour, Malfoy emerged from the bathroom in his robes. They were stretched over his muscles and his hair still wet from the shower hung in his gray eyes increasing his bad-boy appeal. His steel gray eyes hardened as he caught sight of Hermione. Smirking at her he opened his mouth to say something.
Hermione turned away and entered the bathroom before she was forced to spend more time in his presence. She filled the bath-tub with steaming hot water and vanilla scented bubble bath and sank into it sighing in contentment. After awhile she washed her hair and then put on a pair of faded jeans and a black tee before she put on her robes.
She remembered the makeup set that Ginny had given her for her birthday, a big hint telling her that she should use some. She knew that all her friends thought that she should get out more weather they voiced it or not.
"Oh well I can't be bothered," Hermione said in finality before tying her bushy hair into a high ponytail. Walking to the common room she took out one of her favorite muggle books, "Great expectations" and started to reread it telling herself that she wasn't bothered going down for breakfast as yet. In a while, her stomach growled and she decided that it was time for breakfast. Leaving the book on the table she walked out of the quarters. Ella Enchanted wished her a good morning and told Hermione that two extremely tall good-looking men had been there to see her when she was in the bathroom.
"I think they've found out that you've been cheating on them. Best trod carefully there, I encountered something like that myself," Ella said. Hermione raised an eyebrow and tried to make sense of what the lady had just said. Finally it clicked
"Oh...them. They're my best friends. Harry Potter and Ron Weasly. Oh yes and next time they are here could you please grant them entry?" Hermione asked Ella.
"Alas I can't do that but what I can do is inform you every time they come so that you can invite them in," Ella said. Hermione nodded and said that she would see Ella later. As she made her way to the Great Hall, she saw two extremely tall guys, one with flaming red hair and the other with jet black hair.
"Hey! Ron! Harry! Wait up!" She yelled, catching up with them.
"Hermione, where were you after the feast?" Ron asked. Hermione explained what had happened and Harry clenched his fist, "Why I aught to..." he said when he heard about Malfoy attacking Hermione.
His usually placid emerald green eyes burned and became forest green, close to black. She wondered if it was a figment of her imagination as no one seemed to notice so she let it pass when she noticed that his eyes were back to normal. She cut in saying that she had it all planned out.
"Hmm...a plan...tell tell," Ron asked bemused as all Hermione's plans were extremely original and not to mention Hilarious as long as you weren't the one she was plotting against. Hermione explained her plan to them and they grinned imagining the look on Malfoy's face after the deed was done. Hermione instructed them to sit on both her sides at breakfast and also to keep a straight face.
They entered the Great Hall and took seats facing Malfoy and his cronies, Crabbe and Goyle. The two bozos who had been tailing him ever since their fist year now served no purpose as Malfoy was obviously stronger then them. They had once been his body guards but now ever since Voldemort's return, everyone gave him a wide berth afraid of his influence and him physically hurting them.
Hermione was sitting between the two guys. Hermione reached for her wand and pointed it inconspicuously at the piece of thickly buttered toast that was on Malfoy's plate and muttered, "Wingardium Leviosa."
The piece of toast shot up into the air and hit his chin causing butter to drip down his neck. Harry's cheeks bulged at trying to keep his laughter silent. "This is just the beginning," Hermione whispered. She muttered another charm and the porcelain white milk jug levitated off the table and proceeded to whiz around Malfoy's head. By then almost everyone in the hall was in stitches and wondering who was the cause of this prank on Malfoy as it was strange to see a Malfoy on the receiving end of embarrassment.
Even some of the Slytherins were laughing together with the Ravenclaws, Hupplepuffs and Gryffindors. Malfoy gave them a look that caused them to stifle their laughter and stare at their plates. Obviously Malfoy had them all threatened with something or other.
The milk jug came to halt above Malfoy's head and then tilted, emptying its contents, no less than a few liters of milk on his hair. (The jug was enchanted of course). "Hermione...are you...Hahaha....haha...f...Finished," Ron said amidst his hysterical laughter.
"Not quite," Hermione said. Then as an after thought adding, "Dessert is yet to come." By this time Malfoy was looking outrageously around trying to figure out who was doing that.
Hermione wanted Malfoy to know that it was her as she was no coward and was ready to face the consequences of her actions so as she walked to the exit she said loudly, "You enjoyed the main course and the drink I believe. Well here's dessert." With a wave of her wand she caused a treacle tart to fly across the room from the Gryffindor table and hit him right on the nose. Its sticky side had hit him so it stuck to his nose and he looked hilarious.
"I bet he's the only guy that will look good in such a situation," Parvati Patil said to her friend Lavender Brown, then dissolving into giggles. At this Hermione rolled her eyes as at that moment Malfoy not only did not look good but he looked downright hilarious.
She spun around on her heels and headed for her living quarters with Harry and Ron on the tow, but not before she had said another spell and all the spoons and forks from the Slytherin table had risen and formed an ever swirling circle around his head.
At the teacher's table almost all of them were laughing, even Professor Snape had a hint of a smile on his face as he watched the scene unfold. Sure he hated the mudblood and it was his favorite student being punished but he had to admit it was funny.
Dumbledore was chortling along with the students as Malfoy tried his very best to free himself from the ring of utensils. Professor Flitwick on the other hand had become extremely exited which for him was no big deal as it was a common fact that he was easily excitable.
"That was very strong magic, commanding more than one item at a time and also making the charm stay even though the caster had left the area," he said more to himself than to anybody else. Deciding that Malfoy had suffered enough, Dumbledore strode down to the Slytherin table and muttered the counter curse.
The utensils stopped moving around his head and rose to form the words "Malfoy sucks" before dropping to the ground and becoming lifeless. All except for one fork which gave Malfoy a sharp prod on his backside before falling to the ground.
Not expecting that Malfoy yelped causing the people who had just come up for air after laughing so long to fall back into hysterics.
All three of them were laughing about the incident. "Did you see the look on his face? Gods...that was better than the time Moody turned him into a ferret," Ron choked through his mirth. They finally arrived at the painting of Ella Enchanted.
"Inky Quills," Hermione said then added, "Ella would you like to join us for a chat?" Ella nodded and the door expanded.
"Mione' where did she go?" Harry asked. Hermione explained that there was a frame in the common room into which she can go when there is anyone outside waiting to see us or just to talk to us. They walked into the common room and gasped as they took in the grand surroundings. "It's definitely worth being a head Mione," Harry said in awe.
"I had the same reaction too," Hermione said a smile playing on her lips. Ella appeared in the painting and all of them greeted her enthusiastically. They told Ella of the happenings during breakfast and soon all of them were rolling in the ground (Ella on the ground of her painting) with tears of laughter streaming down their cheeks.
"Well Hermione, we have to go. Quidditch practice and all," Ron interrupted. Hermione told them that they were welcome anytime and to come visit once it a while. Ron smiled at her and ran his hands through his hair, making it look windswept and messy like he had just dismounted a broom.
Hermione rolled her eyes. Ron at times behaved extremely obnoxiously but deep down he was just the same. Harry behind him gave Ron a odd look that Hermione caught, grinning back at Harry. Harry was reminded of his own father, the way that James Potter made his hair seem messy to look as though he had been flying. He smiled and realized that Ron mostly behaved like that in Hermione's presence.
Having made the connection he decided that he would leave it to them. He didn't think there was much possibility of them being in a relationship as Hermione seemed to only see Ron as a brother. Shrugging he called Ron over telling him it was high time they left.
They left and Ella decided to leave to get rid of one of her unwanted suitors, Sir Cadeogean. Ella explained that the barmy knight thought that a good way of wooing her would be to drag her along for all his 'adventures'.
Hermione laughed as she remembered Sir. Cadeodean from her third year. He was one of the portraits in the castle who thought he was extremely brave. He had been a huge task to cope with as he kept changing the password if the Gryffindor common room every few hours and hardly anyone could keep up with it.
He had been a substitute for the fat lady, the portrait of a rather large woman who was usually the painting that led to the Gryffindor common room.
Hermione then remembered what he called people who were cowards and laughed even harder, knowing that she must look mad to anyone who was watching as she was laughing close to hysterical for no obvious particular reason and also because she was laughing sitting all alone.
Strolling out of the common room she saw the "barmy knight" as Ella had referred to him forcing Ella onto his steed which was an old donkey and nearly dying under the weight of both of them.
"Who goes there," Sir Cadeogan said brandishing his sword. The weight caused him to tip over and fall and his helmet top fell over his eyes. Ella mouthed a silent, "Thank you," to Hermione and disappeared from the painting after dismounting from the donkey.
"Who turned out the lights? Am I dead? Is this heaven?" the knight asked stupidly as he pulled at his helmet. Hermione broke into a fit of giggles and the knight fell onto his knees and asked, "Is this the voice of god?"
Hermione tried her best to control her laughter and deepened her voice before saying, "Yes brave knight it is. I just wanted to tell you to stop pursuing that Ella girl. Believe me when I say she is not interested. Never bother her again unless you want to incur my wrath. Take off your helmet now and you will be back at Hogwarts."
Saying this Hermione quickly ducked out of sight and peeked from around the bend and saw the knight get up after pulling off his helmet, get onto his donkey and ride off to only god's knows where. She heard some giggling from behind her and saw Ella in a portrait there.
"Thank you ever so much dah-link. That was a stroke of sheer genius. Finally I have him off my back," Ella said laughing along with Hermione. Ella returned to her usual frame and Hermione told her the password and when the doorknob protruded the door, opened it and entered the common room again.
Hermione decided that she wanted to have a swim in the pool. She changed into a pair of shorts and a black tee and then went to the pool and started testing all the taps.
Her favorite one was the tap that gushed out huge bubbles into which she could enter and then it would seal itself and float a short height above the pool before bursting and depositing her into the pool again.
She wondered who came up with those bubble baths. She realized that there were so many things that she took for granted in the wizarding world. She thought back to the episode that occurred in her house that summer and shook it out of her head. She felt like she would burst if she didn't tell anyone soon.
Curled up in a bubble she let herself give in to the floating sensation that cleared her mind of any thought. Laughing to herself she prodded the wall of the bubble but thankfully it didn't burst yet. In it she felt safe, away from the real world where nothing made sense but everyone was expected to make sense of nonsense. Shaking her head to clear her head she again told herself off for thinking about the episode.
Once the pool was filled Hermione plunged into it and did a few laps before flipping over and floating on her back. She did not know how long she lay there thinking but soon her thoughts turned to Malfoy.
The angel told her that he was just a poor confused young man but the devil said otherwise claiming that he was a good-for-nothing, elitist jerk. Hermione snorted, "Poor confused young man...my foot," she muttered incoherently.
"But he was also charming (if he wanted to be), gorgeous, hot, intellectual (though he didn't show it at many times) man," a voice sounded from the back of her mind. Smiling dreamily she continues to float on her back.
Hermione knew that Malfoy would be desperate to get back at her for what she had done that morning but she told herself that she would be prepared for it and that he would not catch her by surprise.
She wondered what he might do to get revenge but as she did not know Malfoy well enough she could not fathom to what extent he would go to mark her just as she had marked him that day.
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