Hey people, sorry it took so long, but I had a play last week, and I mean
all last week, but there are some rather, um, attractive boys there so it
wasn't all bad. Not bad at all. And guess what now? I have the flu.
Wonderful isn't it. I get to miss 2 days of school, but I have exams next
week. Then it's Christmas. Yay! Ok enough of my talking, now, the story.
Enjoy!
disclaimer-I don't own "Harry Potter" and I hate writing these things, it's all J.K. Rowling's
Chapter 6
The Dreaded Assignment
The first few weeks of the new year at Hogwarts flew by as students adjusted to their new teachers and classes. Dumbledore's class was getting very interesting. The students were practicing jinxes and counter curses, much like what Hermione had done in her previous year in DA, but more difficult. It proved a slight challenge for the group, but they all quickly mastered the spells. However, Hermione wasn't ready for Dumbledore's next assignment.
"Ok class," he began one morning in mid-October, "we will now be moving on to a project that I think you all will enjoy. The work is to be done in and out of class, but mostly to be done in your spare time.. There is quit a bit of work and research, but I think you can handle it," the class groaned, "Oh nothing too terrible. You will be doing this with a partner, so don't fret. We will do that now, in fact; class choose your partners."
Hermione looked around the classroom. Everyone else was pairing up. The other two Ravenclaw sixth years had gone together and all the seventh years were taken, so that left her with,
"Malfoy," she whispered under her breath.
He was sitting in his usual seat in the back looking at her, having obviously realized his fate as well. They stared at each other for an eternity, both with hatred pouring out of their eyes. Finally, Hermione got up, and slowly walked to sit next to him.
"Through this project, you will learn the importance of teamwork, and how you need not always be independent. Your grade will reflect how well you will survive in the real world, so try your best. Please come forward and retrieve your packet for your group when I call you. Miss Snow,"
A tall girl went forward and Dumbledore handed her a thick brown envelope.
"Now, Mr. Selphoner, and Mr. GilFillin, Miss Narcler," he continued called one person of each partnership until he came to the last and most severe-looking envelope when Hermione went up to claim it, "Class you have the res of the class to look over your assignments. I trust that I have provided for you all necessary instructions. Good luck."
Draco grabbed the envelope from her as soon as she sat down and opened it. He had only scanned the first page when Hermione grabbed it back from him.
"If we have to work together we might as well be civil," she hissed, "I'm not going to have some mindless git ruining my grade."
"Is that all you ever thing about, wench? Your grades. Have you no social life? Well, I can understand that. Why Potter and Weasley enjoy your company astounds me. But maybe they just feel sorry for you."
"Shut up, Malfoy, and let's get this over with. The sooner we start, the sooner we finish, and the sooner I can get away from your ugly face."
"You should look in a mirror sometime mudblood before you call me ugly, but I agree, we should get started." He grabbed the paper back from her and began reading.
"Ok," he began after finishing, "it looks like we have to open a shop. What the heck is this crap! There is no way I'm doing this. I'm never going to become a-a shopkeeper!"
"Let me see it!" Hermione again grabbed the paper and read:
Miss Granger and Mr. Malfoy,
You two will be opening a store/business in Hogsmeade. You will need to decide the location, product and name of the store. Act as if this is a real business. Check on finances and loans, and anything else you can think of. I have enclosed for you a number of people that you can talk to to receive information on running a business, and a few samples to show what I want done.
This is to be turned in and presented to the class before the Christmas holidays. Run the shop for a year and record your findings. In a final statement, together write an essay on what you learned during this project. Enjoy!
"Wow!" Hermione exclaimed as she finished, "this is going to be so
much fun! Oh, what's wrong now. Why do you always have to take the
fun out of everything?"
"Granger, do you know how long this is going to take us, and how much free time I am going to loose? Months!"
"But if we start now and work a little on it everyday then we should be done by the beginning of December."
"But how are we going to work
on it?"
"I haven't thought of that."
"Wow, the mystical Granger doesn't know something. Well, I don't want it to be in public or at anytime we could be seen together."
"Oh thanks, Malfoy. Like I want to be seen with your ferret-face either."
"Take that back Mudblood!" he said a little too loudly causing the whole class to look in their direction, "you should be honored to be seen with me," he continued quietly, "so unless you want to do this project alone, I suggest you watch your tone."
The bell rang, and the class emptied, but the Hermione and Draco continued their bickering until Dumbledore urged them out.
That evening at dinner, Draco received an owl.
Meet me in the empty classroom on the second floor by the washrooms at 9. I want to get this over with.
He crumbled the parchment and threw it in his bag. Who did she think she was telling him what to do? But regardless, at 8:45 he found himself in that classroom waiting for Granger to show up, which she did a few short minutes later.
Hermione sat and took several books out of her bag. She opened them to the marked pages and laid them on the table in front of her and Malfoy.
"What are these?" he asked stupidly.
"Books. I found them in the library. They are all about small businesses, loans, and marketing. I thought they would help," she added after seeing his disgusted face.
"Shouldn't we decide on what kind of shop we are going to create first, before we do any of this crap?" he asked.
"Oh my goodness, you're actually thinking."
"Lay off the comments Granger, I'm not in the mood."
"I agree, let's make a truce."
"What kind of truce," he asked eyeing her suspiciously.
"That we are decent to each other just inside these walls. And we don't call each other names or make fun of each other."
Draco thought about this for a moment, contemplating the pros and cons and finally agreed.
"But only in this room," he said, "now let's start working. I think we should run a Quidditch shop."
"No, no, no," Hermione interrupted, "how about a newsstand?"
"Potions supplies."
"Dress robes."
"A pub."
"A tea shop."
"This isn't getting us anywhere."
"It isn't my fault you won't agree on anything."
"Me?"
"What's something we both like?" Hermione inquired.
"We could run a bookshop."
"Yes that's perfect!" she exclaimed happily almost forgetting who she was with.
"Good, can I leave now? I'm tired and don't feel like spending anymore time here."
"Fine leave, but the day after tomorrow, same time, same place."
"Whatever, night," he said and left without hesitation.
Weird, she thought as she made her way back to the Gryffindor common room, that he could be horrible one minute and decent the next.
AN/ Hope you like it, please review. I can't wait to get the next chappie up, I think you'll like it.
disclaimer-I don't own "Harry Potter" and I hate writing these things, it's all J.K. Rowling's
Chapter 6
The Dreaded Assignment
The first few weeks of the new year at Hogwarts flew by as students adjusted to their new teachers and classes. Dumbledore's class was getting very interesting. The students were practicing jinxes and counter curses, much like what Hermione had done in her previous year in DA, but more difficult. It proved a slight challenge for the group, but they all quickly mastered the spells. However, Hermione wasn't ready for Dumbledore's next assignment.
"Ok class," he began one morning in mid-October, "we will now be moving on to a project that I think you all will enjoy. The work is to be done in and out of class, but mostly to be done in your spare time.. There is quit a bit of work and research, but I think you can handle it," the class groaned, "Oh nothing too terrible. You will be doing this with a partner, so don't fret. We will do that now, in fact; class choose your partners."
Hermione looked around the classroom. Everyone else was pairing up. The other two Ravenclaw sixth years had gone together and all the seventh years were taken, so that left her with,
"Malfoy," she whispered under her breath.
He was sitting in his usual seat in the back looking at her, having obviously realized his fate as well. They stared at each other for an eternity, both with hatred pouring out of their eyes. Finally, Hermione got up, and slowly walked to sit next to him.
"Through this project, you will learn the importance of teamwork, and how you need not always be independent. Your grade will reflect how well you will survive in the real world, so try your best. Please come forward and retrieve your packet for your group when I call you. Miss Snow,"
A tall girl went forward and Dumbledore handed her a thick brown envelope.
"Now, Mr. Selphoner, and Mr. GilFillin, Miss Narcler," he continued called one person of each partnership until he came to the last and most severe-looking envelope when Hermione went up to claim it, "Class you have the res of the class to look over your assignments. I trust that I have provided for you all necessary instructions. Good luck."
Draco grabbed the envelope from her as soon as she sat down and opened it. He had only scanned the first page when Hermione grabbed it back from him.
"If we have to work together we might as well be civil," she hissed, "I'm not going to have some mindless git ruining my grade."
"Is that all you ever thing about, wench? Your grades. Have you no social life? Well, I can understand that. Why Potter and Weasley enjoy your company astounds me. But maybe they just feel sorry for you."
"Shut up, Malfoy, and let's get this over with. The sooner we start, the sooner we finish, and the sooner I can get away from your ugly face."
"You should look in a mirror sometime mudblood before you call me ugly, but I agree, we should get started." He grabbed the paper back from her and began reading.
"Ok," he began after finishing, "it looks like we have to open a shop. What the heck is this crap! There is no way I'm doing this. I'm never going to become a-a shopkeeper!"
"Let me see it!" Hermione again grabbed the paper and read:
Miss Granger and Mr. Malfoy,
You two will be opening a store/business in Hogsmeade. You will need to decide the location, product and name of the store. Act as if this is a real business. Check on finances and loans, and anything else you can think of. I have enclosed for you a number of people that you can talk to to receive information on running a business, and a few samples to show what I want done.
This is to be turned in and presented to the class before the Christmas holidays. Run the shop for a year and record your findings. In a final statement, together write an essay on what you learned during this project. Enjoy!
"Wow!" Hermione exclaimed as she finished, "this is going to be so
much fun! Oh, what's wrong now. Why do you always have to take the
fun out of everything?"
"Granger, do you know how long this is going to take us, and how much free time I am going to loose? Months!"
"But if we start now and work a little on it everyday then we should be done by the beginning of December."
"But how are we going to work
on it?"
"I haven't thought of that."
"Wow, the mystical Granger doesn't know something. Well, I don't want it to be in public or at anytime we could be seen together."
"Oh thanks, Malfoy. Like I want to be seen with your ferret-face either."
"Take that back Mudblood!" he said a little too loudly causing the whole class to look in their direction, "you should be honored to be seen with me," he continued quietly, "so unless you want to do this project alone, I suggest you watch your tone."
The bell rang, and the class emptied, but the Hermione and Draco continued their bickering until Dumbledore urged them out.
That evening at dinner, Draco received an owl.
Meet me in the empty classroom on the second floor by the washrooms at 9. I want to get this over with.
He crumbled the parchment and threw it in his bag. Who did she think she was telling him what to do? But regardless, at 8:45 he found himself in that classroom waiting for Granger to show up, which she did a few short minutes later.
Hermione sat and took several books out of her bag. She opened them to the marked pages and laid them on the table in front of her and Malfoy.
"What are these?" he asked stupidly.
"Books. I found them in the library. They are all about small businesses, loans, and marketing. I thought they would help," she added after seeing his disgusted face.
"Shouldn't we decide on what kind of shop we are going to create first, before we do any of this crap?" he asked.
"Oh my goodness, you're actually thinking."
"Lay off the comments Granger, I'm not in the mood."
"I agree, let's make a truce."
"What kind of truce," he asked eyeing her suspiciously.
"That we are decent to each other just inside these walls. And we don't call each other names or make fun of each other."
Draco thought about this for a moment, contemplating the pros and cons and finally agreed.
"But only in this room," he said, "now let's start working. I think we should run a Quidditch shop."
"No, no, no," Hermione interrupted, "how about a newsstand?"
"Potions supplies."
"Dress robes."
"A pub."
"A tea shop."
"This isn't getting us anywhere."
"It isn't my fault you won't agree on anything."
"Me?"
"What's something we both like?" Hermione inquired.
"We could run a bookshop."
"Yes that's perfect!" she exclaimed happily almost forgetting who she was with.
"Good, can I leave now? I'm tired and don't feel like spending anymore time here."
"Fine leave, but the day after tomorrow, same time, same place."
"Whatever, night," he said and left without hesitation.
Weird, she thought as she made her way back to the Gryffindor common room, that he could be horrible one minute and decent the next.
AN/ Hope you like it, please review. I can't wait to get the next chappie up, I think you'll like it.