To my wonderful reviewers:
Sammy Baggins: Thank you!!! Ü At first I thought this fic was crappy, but I decided to type it, just to pass the time... hehe Ü Oh, I have to ask you: are you online everyday??? Cause every time I check my email, I get an alert saying I got a review from you!!! I'm not complaining though ÜÜÜ
I am now a college student... I had my first class a while ago, which is June 14. Actually, we were just oriented in our Bio1 class. I have this feeling that I'm the only Psych student in the school!!! Why, you ask??? Well, for one thing, I got into a section of students who are all taking up Nursing. Oh well, there's nothing like non-conformity, which I absolutely love!!! ÜÜÜ
You know where I got the idea for this??? One evening before bedtime, my younger sister and I were talking. Then she asked me to make up a story to tell her... a story with these characters, and I whipped this out of nowhere!!! ÜÜÜ I woke up really early in the morning, and I kept writing and writing and writing pages and pages. When my sister woke up, I showed her what I wrote, and then I decided to continue it. ÜÜÜ
WARNINGS: my sister thinks this chapter (or at least a part of it) is crap cause of the makeup lesson (see chapter title). I just added that out of the blue to provide humor... I just hope it works... and I don't own those mentioned in this story!!! Oh, and I had to bend a rule here... you'll see later... normally I wouldn't, but I was really desperate!!! What's a girl to do???
Oh, sorry about the typos I had made last chapter; I was really tired then... hehe Ü
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Chapter 7: Conversations and a Makeup Lesson
Hermione woke up early, about six in the morning. (About the time I woke up to start writing this story! lol Ü) She took a bath, changed into her uniform and robes, got her letters and made her way to the Owlery. She tried to tie the letters to an owl, but it refused. 'What the hell, it's like it knows I need them sent in like 20 years,' Hermione thought, pissed off. And then it hit her. She really couldn't send letters through an owl. If the letters would be sent after 20 years, then she would have been stuck in there (the past) for 20 years already. (Right??? Ü) She left the Owlery in a daze, wondering how to contact her friends. As soon as she had exited, she met Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington.
"Hello, Sir Nick!"
"Hermione Granger!" the ghost said, shocked.
"Sir Nick, quiet!!!' Hermione hissed, frantically looked around. Good thing no students besides her were up yet.
"What are you doing here? You're not supposed to be here! What happened?"
"I fell into a time hole," Hermione whispered, still looking around for students. 'If only I had the Marauders' Map...' "Anyway, since ghosts can move through time, could you please give these to the following people?" she asked.
"Miss Granger, even you of all people must know that ghosts cannot hold solid items anymore...'
"Oh yeah... sorry... Solidify!" said Hermione, pointing her wand at Sir Nick's hands. It was a useful spell she had stumbled on by accident while researching on ghosts (why they're still around and stuff). She had accidentally pointed her wand at the Fat Friar while practicing on a puddle of water in the Entrance Hall. A group of girls had pushed her in their hurry to get to the some boy. It was a spell that, which, to her astonishment, worked. She thought it worked only on water and stuff. "Can you hold these now?" she asked, wishing and hoping and pleading and praying (remember the song from My Best Friend's Wedding??? What's the third word? I know wishing, hoping and praying, but what's the third??? lol Ü) She handed them to Sir Nick, who was amazed that he could grasp the letters.
"What in Merlin's name did you do, Miss Granger?"
"Made your hands solid... I think I'm the first one to try that on a ghost before..."
"Well then, tell Professor Dumbledore! That's wonderful! A Hogwarts student, making an amazing discovery!"
"I think I will," Hermione said, grinning, "but maybe when I come back." She heard some students walking. "I think I should go... and keep your newfound skill to yourself!"
"Yes, yes, okay."
"Thank you!" Hermione beamed as Sir Nick disappeared with a 'pop!' (similar to Disapparating ÜÜÜ) She decided to go to the Great Hall for an early breakfast when someone bumped into her. (Guess who.)
"I'm – oh," Hermione stopped when she saw it was Lucius Malfoy. (I think he's got to be a bit older than the Potters, but I'm not sure... Ü)
"That's quite all right. I'm Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy. And... you are? (HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! Sorry, couldn't help myself... that was also the way Draco introduced himself in the 1st movie, right??? heehee ÜÜÜ and I incorporated Hermione's introduction in the 1st movie!!! hahaha ÜÜÜ)
"Emma Felton."
Lucius momentarily frowned at Hermione for the lack of explanation of where she came from and stuff, but hitched a smile back onto his face. "I hope we get to know each other better in the future, Emma." (Oh yeah... I wonder just how much torture Lucius is going through in Azkaban when he remembers this conversation! LOL Ü)
"Me too. Um, I have to go. I'm quite hungry." Hermione said, trying to escape. She didn't like being in the company of Lucius.
"Well, I'll accompany you then," he offered. 'She's not getting away from me that easily,' he thought.
"Oh, but I have to stop by the... loo," she said quickly, using the first excuse that came to her mind. "It's that time of the month, you see." 'Oh bloody hell why did I had to blurt that out?!' she thought angrily. She looked down, afraid he would ridicule her. (hahaha!!! Just something that I had thought of...)
He studied her closely. "That time of the month, huh?" he said. He quirked a smile. (So OOC of him.) 'So that's why she's kind of unfriendly and in a hurry.'
Hermione nodded. "I really have to go, or I might get embarrassed when I enter the Great Hall cause, you know... it's really..." 'Aw man, why can't I think of an appropriate term?!' "Why the hell am I even telling you this?" she said out loud.
Lucius laughed. "I think I understand, even if you couldn't express what you meant." 'Oh well, I can talk to her next time. Wouldn't want her to get ridiculed.' he thought, smiling inwardly. (Hello, Lucius??? Are you really Lucius?!)
"Um, I have to go. Now. Bye!!!" Hermione said, then walked away as quickly as she could. She couldn't run, because then, Lucius would find out her excuse was a lie. She spotted a loo, and walked into it immediately, slamming the door shut. 'Whew,' she thought. She really didn't like Lucius. She waited until she heard the corridors busy with movement, and she went to the Great Hall, eating. Pretty soon, Sir Nick glided over to her. Hermione sighed when no one noticed him bearing a solid looking bag and parchment.
"Miss -" Sir Nick began.
"Miss Felton, Sir Nick," Hermione said, grinning. "Somebody told me all about you, so don't wonder why I know you."
"Miss Felton, how nice to meet you. I trust you like Gryffindor?" Under the table, Sir Nick was passing her a stack of letters, and a medium-sized bag, which had smileys all over it.
"I could say the same here, Sir Nick. It isn't everyday that a witch, let alone a Muggle, would meet an amazing ghost with a colorful history." Hermione grabbed the stuff and flashed the ghost a smile.
"I am quite flattered, to say the least, Miss Felton. Oh, I have to go now," said Sir Nick, looking the part of a disappointed kid whose parents had hidden all the candy from him. "The Grey Lady's waiting for me; I shouldn't be late for the Ghosts Council meeting. See you all later," and the ghost left.
Hermione smiled. 'YES!!! It worked!!!' With renewed vigor, she ate her way through a large stack of pancakes. (If you're an animé fan, you might remember Miaka of Fushigi Yuugi... also known as Curious Play Ü lol Ü I'd been terribly obsessed with it before... pre-Harry Potter times Ü)
"What are you smiling about, Emma? And why are you eating with the finesse of a... a... barbarian?" Lily asked as she sat beside her.
"I DO NOT eat like a barbarian!!! I am a very well-mannered person!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Sorry... I was just wondering why you were eating a lot, which isn't normal for girls..." (You haven't met Miaka yet!!! Or me??? lol ÜÜÜ)
"Oh, I was, and am, just happy. You see," Hermione said, scooting closer to Lily so she could drop her voice to a whisper, "I couldn't get the owls to do it, so I asked for a bit of help from Sir Nick. Ghosts can move through time, right? So I'm expecting I have my answers right now."
Lily stared at her. "But how'd you use Sir Nick? He can't hold our stuff, right?"
"He can now," Hermione said, smirking.
"But how?" asked Lily, astounded.
"Oh, it was something I had discovered by accident... I think I need to tell Professor Dumbledore first. Is that okay with you?"
"Yeah, it is. Ooh, forget breakfast! Let's go back up to the common room and see!" Lily squealed. The Gryffindors stared as the normally quiet Lily Evans jumped up from her seat, pulling Hermione out of her own seat, and breaking into a run out of the hall.
"Must have gone mental," muttered one student.
"All that studying had gone to her head," said another.
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Lily and Hermione ran all the way to the Gryffindor common room, with people staring at them as they passed. They were in the corridor leading to the Fat Lady's painting when they had run smack into the Marauders. They all fell.
"Oof! I know you've secretly liked me for years, Lily, but did you have to knock me over in your eagerness to see me?" James said, amused. They all got up, Hermione collecting her fallen stuff.
"Shut it, Po-" At a look from Hermione (which wasn't nice) Lily quickly said, "Shut it, James! Emma's got letters from her friends!"
"What? But how -"
"Let's go up to your room, Emma!" Lily said, pulling Hermione up the stairs.
"Ow! Lily, let me assure you that I am completely capable of or going somewhere without you pulling me! I think my left arm's longer than my right now," Hermione said, annoyed.
"Sorry, Emma. But I'm so excited!"
"Yeah, well let's go," Hermione said, climbing up the stairs. "See you guys later!"
"No fair!" Sirius yelled. James pulled Sirius away, muttering something. They both grinned.
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Hermione and Lily were about to open the letters when they heard a knock on the door. Hermione opened it and was shocked to see James, Remus and Sirius on broomsticks. The girls sighed, defeated, and Hermione stepped aside as the boys zoomed in. Hermione locked the door, shut the windows, and cast a Silencing Charm and Imperturbable Charm (this charm keeps out any nosy people; no one could spy or overhear anything) on the whole room before saying, "You're really interested in my life, aren't you guys?"
They just grinned. Hermione sat on her bed and picked up a letter at random. Lily, James, Sirius and Remus quickly sat around her. "To 'Emma Felton'... from D.M.", Hermione read aloud.
"You didn't have to read it, it's just a stupid addressee and addresser thingy," Sirius said impatiently. (Hey, this is Hermione's letter, not yours!!!)
Hermione ignored his comment, opening the letter. "Dear Hermia -"
"Ooh, Hermia? As in Hermia and Lysander?" Lily asked. Hermione nodded. "I knew it! I knew you weren't just friends!" Lily squealed.
"You mean Draco?" asked Remus.
"Cut it out! We are just friends! It's just that he's currently reading A Midsummer Night's Dream, and he noticed that Hermia's short for Hermione, so that's what he calls me!"
"But they both have 3 syllables, Hermione," protested James, using her real name for the first time. "Hey," he said, turning to the others, "both the door and window is closed and the whole bloody room's under the Imperturbable Charm. So could you guys just loosen up a bit?!"
"Go on, Hermione," Remus said, peering over her shoulder at the letter in her hands, which said:
bloody hell, it's 6:31 am
Dear Hermia,
Bloody hell! Did you really have to send your letter so early?! Anyway, I'm glad you've found a way to contact us. I would've been surprised if you hadn't smirks McGonagall woke me up to give me your letter; I think she thinks you've put the wrong name on your letter... Guess what. I've actually offered my help to Potty and Weasel so we could find a way to get you back. I think the sun's risen in the west now, I'll go check. goes to check window Yeah, it pretty much has. Anyway, I've included the 'makeup' you've requested. I actually had to enlist Patil's help just to find the stuff. You know what, I was planning to give them to Pansy so she could actually look good. As if she ever would smirks I'm missing you heaps now; I've got no one to have a decent conversation with here. When you come back, I'll Bind you to me so you won't go away again! haha just a thought. Okay, I have to go get ready now... it's time for breakfast now, and then we're going to the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. I'm planning on mentioning your accident smirks let's see what they think they can do about that. Ok, bye
Draco
"That guy's got a good sense of humor (the Dept. thingy)," Remus commented.
"Bloody bloke just smirks a lot," Sirius growled.
"Well, he's been smirking ever since we were eleven," Hermione said.
"What funny last names, Potty and Weasel," James mused. Hermione almost laughed, but she didn't. If she told them that it was actually Potter and Weasley, they would ask about Harry and James' relationship.
"That Draco's really nice," Lily gushed. (Whatever, Lily.)
"I guess," Hermione agreed, but conveniently forgot to mention that before, he was a stuck-up daddy's boy who used his money (and his dad's power and influence) to get what he wanted. "Next letter!" she cried, plucking Harry's letter from the unopened stack.
grumble 6:33 am hmp!
Dear Hermione,
Blast it! Dumbledore at Hogwarts (he went to Hogwarts yesterday evening) sent the letters, asking McGonagall, who asked Parkinson, to give your letters. She bloody woke me up with her nails-on-chalkboard voice, shrieking, "POTTY, GET UP! GET UP! GET UP!" (Sorry about the redundant Potty, you'll find out why later ÜÜÜ) Talk about an alarm clock that won't go on snooze makes a face Hey, guess what. Ma- Draco (sorry, I'm trying to accept the fact that he's your friend now) offered his help to me and Ron. After the tour yesterday, we talked to Dumbledore and he said okay. Oh yeah, yesterday we were at the Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, and I remembered you saying something about getting a house-elf representative for it. lol Ü Hey I have to go now, partly because it's breakfast and partly because I can't stand the smell of Ron's breath cause he's next to me, reading your letter aloud. Ugh, I might throw up. Bye!
Harry
P.S. Oh yeah, please take a lot of pictures there, okay? wink cause Draco told us Dumbledore told him you're in what he call the Marauders' time. Bring back souvenirs, okay? Ü
"We're so infamous, we have a time named after us!" Sirius said happily. Lily rolled her eyes.
"Kind of sarcastic, huh?" Remus asked.
"No, Harry's not sarcastic. He just says it like it is," Hermione explained.
"He'd make a great Marauder," Sirius commented. Hermione smiled. 'I'll have to tell Harry that.'
"Harry, huh? What a name when paired with Potty. Harry Potty. HAHAHA, get it?!" James said, laughing hysterically. (Actually, I don't think it's funny, James. You're lucky Voldemort already murdered you cause if he didn't, I would!!! ÜÜÜ)
'sigh if you only knew, James... Harry's what you're gonna call your kid in the future!' Hermione thought.
"Hey, Harry's a nice name," Lily defended Harry. "I'm actually thinking of naming my kid that when I have a family!"
"Our - family?" James asked hopefully between laughs. (A line the guys used to say in high school. I heard them saying that to some of my friends Ü lol Ü)
Lily ignored his remark. "Yeah, Harry's not so bad," Hermione said. "Next." She opened Ron's letter.
blast it 6:37 am blast
Dear Hermione,
Bastard came shaking me awake. Said, "Ron! We got letters from Hermione!" Whoops, it's Harry... cringes as Harry gets ready to shower curses on him... after a while, sighs in relief cause Harry left to get ready How did you get your letters to us? Anyway, so now your name's Emma Felton. haha reminds me of the Muggle actress, Emma Watson, and Muggle actor, Tom Felton. You know why I know them? Ginny's been screaming about them all last summer, saying that she thinks they're cute together. I honestly don't care, but it's gotten stuck in my brain. I bet Harry's told you about Draco. Whatever. Hey, it's time for breakfast and I'm hungry. Harry's gone out. Boy, he was fast in getting ready; or maybe I'm just a slow writer. Well I'm still sleepy! But he wouldn't normally leave me for breakfast. I wonder why he did? Bye!
Ron
"Too straightforward," Remus said.
"Has a sense of humor of his own," Sirius commented. James still hadn't recovered from the 'Harry Potty' thing, so they just ignored him.
Lily frowned. "Kind of rude."
"I guess; his first word into the letter is actually 'bastard'? What a prat," Hermione said. "This last one is from Dumbledore."
6:02 am
Dear Miss Granger,
Good morning. I am quite glad to know that you have found a way to contact us. Of course; you are one of the smartest witches Hogwarts has seen in a while. If you need anything, we will just send it with Sir Nicholas. I must say, I was quite worried when you told me about your encounter with the giant squid. Amazing – this is the first time a student has faced it. I suppose practicing with Harry in your fourth year has helped you protect yourself? To answer your question, the reason why you fell into the Abyss is because I believe you were holding an artifact of time. I trust you know what it is? After all, you yourself were once in possession of one. Do not worry, you will be back soon. Most of the Ministry, your teachers, myself, and of course, your friends are looking for a way. I was quite surprised when Mr. M – Draco had offered his help, but I accepted, since Harry and Ron were willing to cooperate with him. In the meantime, please enjoy your stay and enclosed is a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. Have a nice day!
Yours sincerely,
Professor Dumbledore
The Beans Box was tiny, so Hermione enlarged it and they started munching on the beans. James had finally recovered and was eating. Hermione bewitched the letters to look like textbook extracts to anyone else except her. While the guys and Lily were telling each other the flavors of their beans, Hermione checked her makeup bag. She grinned cause all her stuff was in there. She was glad she thought of putting her Ralph by Ralph Lauren perfume in the bag the day she fell.
"Lily?"
"Hm? Ew, detergent soap! cough" Lily choked. Remus lightly slapped her back, and James started wrestling him cause he "hurt the fair damsel that happens to be Lily!" "So immature," Lily muttered darkly. "What is it, Hermione?"
"Would you like... a makeover?" Hermione asked with an evil grin.
The boys were curious. "A makeover? What's that?" Sirius asked.
"I didn't know guys could be this stupid about stuff like these," Hermione said, shaking her head. "I'm gonna make Lily look better," she announced.
Lily looked scared. "No, no, no, Hermione," she said, laughing nervously. "You are not using that gunk on me!"
"Fine, have it your way," said Hermione airily, emptying her bag so the contents spread out on the bed. Hermione spread a cream on her face while the boys were curiously checking out the stuff. Lily seemed to be interested in the Beans. After a while...
"Hermione?"
"Yeah?" Hermione asked, brushing on some shimmery powder.
"Um... how do you use this?" Lily asked timidly, holding up what looked like a thick pencil.
Hermione grinned. "Knew you'd be interested sooner or later," she said triumphantly. "Now get out guys, you can see the results later," Hermione commanded.
"We'll be waiting in the common room," James said, reaching for his broom.
Lily opened the door and the 3 boys zoomed out, nearly crashing into a girl who was climbing the stairs. "AAAARRRGGH!!!!!" Lily shut the door and locked it, the two spells Hermione cast still in place.
In the present...
While the 7th years were walking to the lift to go to the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes, Draco fell in step with Harry and Ron.
"Hey, Malfoy, why are you here? Aren't you afraid for your reputation?" Ron asked rudely.
"Ron, can it. The truce, remember." Harry said, which made Ron shut up.
Draco ignored Ron's question. "Did you two receive a letter from Hermione?" he asked.
"Yep, Parkinson was shrieking for me to get up at 6:30 in the morning," Harry muttered. "And someone here is quite ungrateful that I took his letter for him," he added, glaring at Ron. (hehehe Ü)
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to call you that!"
"Call him what, Weasley?" asked Draco, curious.
"We're here," Tonks announced, breaking up their conversation. The three boys took out their notebooks and Dictation Quills and started listening to the lecture. After the lecture, when the Head was entertaining the students' questions...
"Excuse me, Mr. Peasegood, but do you know about Ms. Granger's accident, which occurred just recently?" Draco asked innocently. The others stared at him.
"Yes, I do," Mr. Peasegood, the Head, said in a stuffy, all-knowing voice.
"Then could you please tell us how you think we could bring her back?" Draco continued, ignoring Harry and Ron's nudges to shut up.
"We're doing everything we possibly can, Mr. Malfoy," the Head said quite rudely.
"I know that, sir, but do you have at least an idea? You are the Head of this department, after all," Draco said. The Head was at a loss for words. While he was stuttering on what to say, Draco smirked.
In the past...
An hour later, after applications of Stila's Sheer Color Tinted Moisturizer SPF 15 and Eye Shadow I Jezebel and Urban Decay's Afterglow Powder Blush and Pleather Pencil in O, Hermione was done with Lily. (Forgive me for saying what they used, but just to add a bit of detail. And if you were wondering, no, I don't use any of those, only lip gloss!!! And I have no intention of using makeup!)
"Here, see if you like what I did to you," Hermione said, handing Lily a small mirror. Lily examined her face for a looong time. "Wow," she finally said. She turned to Hermione. "Thanks Hermione! So it's possible after all to use makeup and not look like a clown."
"Of course it is! You just have to use the right stuff."
"I think I've changed my mind about this whole makeup thing," Lily said thoughtfully. Hermione laughed. She, on the other hand, used Stila's Sheer Color Tinted Moisturizer SPF 15, All Over Shimmer Powder, Eye Shadow in Jezebel and Lip Glaze in Grapefruit.
"Hey, we promised the guys a look, let's go down to the common room," Hermione suggested, starting to pack away her stuff.
"What?! No! Um... they might tease me!"
"Nonsense! Why would they? You look nice! Now come on, or the guys might charge in here."
"Okay," Lily sighed, helping Hermione putting away the stuff they used. Hermione put all her stuff in her trunk. They walked down to the common room and were walking to the seats by the fireplace when they were suddenly tackled from behind.
"That's for knocking us over this morning!" Sirius said.
"Ow!" was the only word Hermione could say. She got to her feet as James helped Lily up. "We were going to – Lily?"
"Yes, James?" asked Lily, raising an eyebrow and shrugging his hand off hers from when he helped her.
Remus scooted over to them. "Wow, Emma, we didn't think you could make Lily prettier than she is, but you did!" he said in amazement. Lily turned red.
"Hmm... now that I think of it, Lily before was deathly pale. Your 'makeover' made her look alive," Sirius said thoughtfully. "Oh, and you're pretty too," he added as an afterthought.
"Thanks," Hermione replied. Her stomach grumbled loudly, causing the others to stare at her. "Lily, I'm hungry."
"Hungry?! You ate a whole stack of pancakes for breakfast, and now you're hungry? My stomach should be the one grumbling, cause I didn't eat anything!" Lily said, incredulous.
"Well, we didn't eat breakfast too because you two ran into us," James said. "So it's time we paid the kitchens a little visit." They went out of the common room and were walking downstairs to the kitchens when they passed by a group of girls who waved to the guys, acting remarkably like Pansy Parkinson. Hermione cringed as she remembered Pansy. Once they reached the kitchens (no, the Marauders didn't stop to say hello... they're hungry!!! Ü lol Ü), they ate... and ate... and ate. By the time the food the house-elves were cooking was ready for lunch, the 5 students were full to bursting.
In the present...
"I don't think the Head's pretty fond of you right now," Harry told Draco, who smirked.
"Why? I was just asking if he knew the solution to Hermione's problem!" he said, eyes widening 'innocently', passing by a group of 7th years. The 7th years, needless to say, were pretty freaked cause Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Draco Malfoy were together, and were civil to each other.
"Um, Draco?" Pansy said, marching over to them.
"Yes, Pansy?"
"Could I have a word?"
"Fine," Draco grumbled. Harry and Ron nodded sympathetically and left for the Great Hall.
"Draco, what are you doing with Pothead and Weasel King?" asked Pansy in her nails-on-chalkboard voice.
"Nothing that concerns you and nothing that you would understand," Draco said icily.
"What's wrong with you, Draco? What's happened to you?" Pansy asked pleadingly, moving closer to him and resting her right hand on his left shoulder, looking in his eyes. Draco had this sudden urge to push her away. He was revolted by her looks, which was understandable cause it is fact that no amount of spells, makeup or plastic surgery would make her pretty. He was also revolted by her touch; a simple touch made him feel like he needed a bath, the way his father felt about Muggleborns. He felt that way about Muggleborns before, until 6th year. (Is it coincidence with what I said in the 1st chapter??? Ü lol Ü) He didn't step away, however.
"I told you, it's nothing you would understand."
"Try me," Pansy said stubbornly.
Draco shook his head and sighed. "Okay. What if I suddenly became repulsed by you? You disgust me, Pansy. You used to be what I wanted, but now I can hardly believe I even liked you. I hope you finally understand."
Pansy suddenly stepped back. Realization dawned on her face. "It's the Mudblood, isn't it Draco," she hissed.
"Yeah, I guess," Draco said casually, shrugging. They stared at each other for a while. Then Draco clapped, mocking claps.
"What are you clapping about?" Pansy asked, unnerved by what he had just said.
"I thought you wouldn't understand, but you did. Congratulations." He continued clapping mockingly.
When the claps died down, Pansy said quietly, "Are you giving up everything you worked for?"
"I guess I am," he said, shrugging.
"For that Mudblood?" Pansy shrieked. She didn't care cause everyone except them was in the Great Hall.
Draco suddenly pointed his wand at her threateningly. "Do not call her a Mudblood," he hissed.
"I can't believe this!" Pansy screamed. "You're turning back on your goals, ambitions, dreams, and beliefs?! And all for her?!"
"Well, what if I suddenly figured out what I should believe in, what was right, what was important? What I used to call my goals, ambitions, dreams, and beliefs aren't what I want now." Draco said, maintaining his wand on Pansy. Pansy couldn't do anything stupid cause she was scared of the wand, so she just talked.
"You've got it all wrong, Draco! I can help you. You just need to see the light..."
"I've seen the light already, Pansy." Draco lowered his wand and stepped back from her.
Pansy said quietly, "You can be sure your father will hear about this, Draco."
Draco shrugged again, maintaining his gaze on Pansy to scare her. "I don't care. He's just a loser who worships someone who lost all his power to a baby. He can't even get out of Azkaban right now, especially with Dumbledore's added precautions. And he always boasted he was better than the convicts there, but Black had escaped and isn't found until now. (If he only knew about Sirius... sniff) So why should I be afraid?"
It worked. Pansy shrunk back in fear. Draco pushed past her, making her land hard on the floor. Draco headed to the Great Hall with his superior stride. Pansy watched him go. When he had entered, she started to cry.
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Yay!!! The end of another chapter!!! ÜÜÜ Sorry about the drama between Draco and Pansy, but I had to include that part. hehehe Ü I also loved the conversation between Lucius and Hermione... I only added that part while I was typing. I thought my written version was too short, and Lucius really wouldn't let her go that easily, so I was thinking and I suddenly had to include that!!! lol Ü that time of the month??? LOL ÜÜÜ and oh yeah... I just got my Harry Potter fix yesterday!!! ÜÜÜ Woohoo!!! I'm so happy, my life is perfect again!!! hahahahaha ÜÜÜ I'm on cloud nine!!! I just love the number nine Ü hehe Ü till next chapter!!! Ü
Ü rochena Ü
Sammy Baggins: Thank you!!! Ü At first I thought this fic was crappy, but I decided to type it, just to pass the time... hehe Ü Oh, I have to ask you: are you online everyday??? Cause every time I check my email, I get an alert saying I got a review from you!!! I'm not complaining though ÜÜÜ
I am now a college student... I had my first class a while ago, which is June 14. Actually, we were just oriented in our Bio1 class. I have this feeling that I'm the only Psych student in the school!!! Why, you ask??? Well, for one thing, I got into a section of students who are all taking up Nursing. Oh well, there's nothing like non-conformity, which I absolutely love!!! ÜÜÜ
You know where I got the idea for this??? One evening before bedtime, my younger sister and I were talking. Then she asked me to make up a story to tell her... a story with these characters, and I whipped this out of nowhere!!! ÜÜÜ I woke up really early in the morning, and I kept writing and writing and writing pages and pages. When my sister woke up, I showed her what I wrote, and then I decided to continue it. ÜÜÜ
WARNINGS: my sister thinks this chapter (or at least a part of it) is crap cause of the makeup lesson (see chapter title). I just added that out of the blue to provide humor... I just hope it works... and I don't own those mentioned in this story!!! Oh, and I had to bend a rule here... you'll see later... normally I wouldn't, but I was really desperate!!! What's a girl to do???
Oh, sorry about the typos I had made last chapter; I was really tired then... hehe Ü
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Chapter 7: Conversations and a Makeup Lesson
Hermione woke up early, about six in the morning. (About the time I woke up to start writing this story! lol Ü) She took a bath, changed into her uniform and robes, got her letters and made her way to the Owlery. She tried to tie the letters to an owl, but it refused. 'What the hell, it's like it knows I need them sent in like 20 years,' Hermione thought, pissed off. And then it hit her. She really couldn't send letters through an owl. If the letters would be sent after 20 years, then she would have been stuck in there (the past) for 20 years already. (Right??? Ü) She left the Owlery in a daze, wondering how to contact her friends. As soon as she had exited, she met Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington.
"Hello, Sir Nick!"
"Hermione Granger!" the ghost said, shocked.
"Sir Nick, quiet!!!' Hermione hissed, frantically looked around. Good thing no students besides her were up yet.
"What are you doing here? You're not supposed to be here! What happened?"
"I fell into a time hole," Hermione whispered, still looking around for students. 'If only I had the Marauders' Map...' "Anyway, since ghosts can move through time, could you please give these to the following people?" she asked.
"Miss Granger, even you of all people must know that ghosts cannot hold solid items anymore...'
"Oh yeah... sorry... Solidify!" said Hermione, pointing her wand at Sir Nick's hands. It was a useful spell she had stumbled on by accident while researching on ghosts (why they're still around and stuff). She had accidentally pointed her wand at the Fat Friar while practicing on a puddle of water in the Entrance Hall. A group of girls had pushed her in their hurry to get to the some boy. It was a spell that, which, to her astonishment, worked. She thought it worked only on water and stuff. "Can you hold these now?" she asked, wishing and hoping and pleading and praying (remember the song from My Best Friend's Wedding??? What's the third word? I know wishing, hoping and praying, but what's the third??? lol Ü) She handed them to Sir Nick, who was amazed that he could grasp the letters.
"What in Merlin's name did you do, Miss Granger?"
"Made your hands solid... I think I'm the first one to try that on a ghost before..."
"Well then, tell Professor Dumbledore! That's wonderful! A Hogwarts student, making an amazing discovery!"
"I think I will," Hermione said, grinning, "but maybe when I come back." She heard some students walking. "I think I should go... and keep your newfound skill to yourself!"
"Yes, yes, okay."
"Thank you!" Hermione beamed as Sir Nick disappeared with a 'pop!' (similar to Disapparating ÜÜÜ) She decided to go to the Great Hall for an early breakfast when someone bumped into her. (Guess who.)
"I'm – oh," Hermione stopped when she saw it was Lucius Malfoy. (I think he's got to be a bit older than the Potters, but I'm not sure... Ü)
"That's quite all right. I'm Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy. And... you are? (HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! Sorry, couldn't help myself... that was also the way Draco introduced himself in the 1st movie, right??? heehee ÜÜÜ and I incorporated Hermione's introduction in the 1st movie!!! hahaha ÜÜÜ)
"Emma Felton."
Lucius momentarily frowned at Hermione for the lack of explanation of where she came from and stuff, but hitched a smile back onto his face. "I hope we get to know each other better in the future, Emma." (Oh yeah... I wonder just how much torture Lucius is going through in Azkaban when he remembers this conversation! LOL Ü)
"Me too. Um, I have to go. I'm quite hungry." Hermione said, trying to escape. She didn't like being in the company of Lucius.
"Well, I'll accompany you then," he offered. 'She's not getting away from me that easily,' he thought.
"Oh, but I have to stop by the... loo," she said quickly, using the first excuse that came to her mind. "It's that time of the month, you see." 'Oh bloody hell why did I had to blurt that out?!' she thought angrily. She looked down, afraid he would ridicule her. (hahaha!!! Just something that I had thought of...)
He studied her closely. "That time of the month, huh?" he said. He quirked a smile. (So OOC of him.) 'So that's why she's kind of unfriendly and in a hurry.'
Hermione nodded. "I really have to go, or I might get embarrassed when I enter the Great Hall cause, you know... it's really..." 'Aw man, why can't I think of an appropriate term?!' "Why the hell am I even telling you this?" she said out loud.
Lucius laughed. "I think I understand, even if you couldn't express what you meant." 'Oh well, I can talk to her next time. Wouldn't want her to get ridiculed.' he thought, smiling inwardly. (Hello, Lucius??? Are you really Lucius?!)
"Um, I have to go. Now. Bye!!!" Hermione said, then walked away as quickly as she could. She couldn't run, because then, Lucius would find out her excuse was a lie. She spotted a loo, and walked into it immediately, slamming the door shut. 'Whew,' she thought. She really didn't like Lucius. She waited until she heard the corridors busy with movement, and she went to the Great Hall, eating. Pretty soon, Sir Nick glided over to her. Hermione sighed when no one noticed him bearing a solid looking bag and parchment.
"Miss -" Sir Nick began.
"Miss Felton, Sir Nick," Hermione said, grinning. "Somebody told me all about you, so don't wonder why I know you."
"Miss Felton, how nice to meet you. I trust you like Gryffindor?" Under the table, Sir Nick was passing her a stack of letters, and a medium-sized bag, which had smileys all over it.
"I could say the same here, Sir Nick. It isn't everyday that a witch, let alone a Muggle, would meet an amazing ghost with a colorful history." Hermione grabbed the stuff and flashed the ghost a smile.
"I am quite flattered, to say the least, Miss Felton. Oh, I have to go now," said Sir Nick, looking the part of a disappointed kid whose parents had hidden all the candy from him. "The Grey Lady's waiting for me; I shouldn't be late for the Ghosts Council meeting. See you all later," and the ghost left.
Hermione smiled. 'YES!!! It worked!!!' With renewed vigor, she ate her way through a large stack of pancakes. (If you're an animé fan, you might remember Miaka of Fushigi Yuugi... also known as Curious Play Ü lol Ü I'd been terribly obsessed with it before... pre-Harry Potter times Ü)
"What are you smiling about, Emma? And why are you eating with the finesse of a... a... barbarian?" Lily asked as she sat beside her.
"I DO NOT eat like a barbarian!!! I am a very well-mannered person!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Sorry... I was just wondering why you were eating a lot, which isn't normal for girls..." (You haven't met Miaka yet!!! Or me??? lol ÜÜÜ)
"Oh, I was, and am, just happy. You see," Hermione said, scooting closer to Lily so she could drop her voice to a whisper, "I couldn't get the owls to do it, so I asked for a bit of help from Sir Nick. Ghosts can move through time, right? So I'm expecting I have my answers right now."
Lily stared at her. "But how'd you use Sir Nick? He can't hold our stuff, right?"
"He can now," Hermione said, smirking.
"But how?" asked Lily, astounded.
"Oh, it was something I had discovered by accident... I think I need to tell Professor Dumbledore first. Is that okay with you?"
"Yeah, it is. Ooh, forget breakfast! Let's go back up to the common room and see!" Lily squealed. The Gryffindors stared as the normally quiet Lily Evans jumped up from her seat, pulling Hermione out of her own seat, and breaking into a run out of the hall.
"Must have gone mental," muttered one student.
"All that studying had gone to her head," said another.
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Lily and Hermione ran all the way to the Gryffindor common room, with people staring at them as they passed. They were in the corridor leading to the Fat Lady's painting when they had run smack into the Marauders. They all fell.
"Oof! I know you've secretly liked me for years, Lily, but did you have to knock me over in your eagerness to see me?" James said, amused. They all got up, Hermione collecting her fallen stuff.
"Shut it, Po-" At a look from Hermione (which wasn't nice) Lily quickly said, "Shut it, James! Emma's got letters from her friends!"
"What? But how -"
"Let's go up to your room, Emma!" Lily said, pulling Hermione up the stairs.
"Ow! Lily, let me assure you that I am completely capable of or going somewhere without you pulling me! I think my left arm's longer than my right now," Hermione said, annoyed.
"Sorry, Emma. But I'm so excited!"
"Yeah, well let's go," Hermione said, climbing up the stairs. "See you guys later!"
"No fair!" Sirius yelled. James pulled Sirius away, muttering something. They both grinned.
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Hermione and Lily were about to open the letters when they heard a knock on the door. Hermione opened it and was shocked to see James, Remus and Sirius on broomsticks. The girls sighed, defeated, and Hermione stepped aside as the boys zoomed in. Hermione locked the door, shut the windows, and cast a Silencing Charm and Imperturbable Charm (this charm keeps out any nosy people; no one could spy or overhear anything) on the whole room before saying, "You're really interested in my life, aren't you guys?"
They just grinned. Hermione sat on her bed and picked up a letter at random. Lily, James, Sirius and Remus quickly sat around her. "To 'Emma Felton'... from D.M.", Hermione read aloud.
"You didn't have to read it, it's just a stupid addressee and addresser thingy," Sirius said impatiently. (Hey, this is Hermione's letter, not yours!!!)
Hermione ignored his comment, opening the letter. "Dear Hermia -"
"Ooh, Hermia? As in Hermia and Lysander?" Lily asked. Hermione nodded. "I knew it! I knew you weren't just friends!" Lily squealed.
"You mean Draco?" asked Remus.
"Cut it out! We are just friends! It's just that he's currently reading A Midsummer Night's Dream, and he noticed that Hermia's short for Hermione, so that's what he calls me!"
"But they both have 3 syllables, Hermione," protested James, using her real name for the first time. "Hey," he said, turning to the others, "both the door and window is closed and the whole bloody room's under the Imperturbable Charm. So could you guys just loosen up a bit?!"
"Go on, Hermione," Remus said, peering over her shoulder at the letter in her hands, which said:
bloody hell, it's 6:31 am
Dear Hermia,
Bloody hell! Did you really have to send your letter so early?! Anyway, I'm glad you've found a way to contact us. I would've been surprised if you hadn't smirks McGonagall woke me up to give me your letter; I think she thinks you've put the wrong name on your letter... Guess what. I've actually offered my help to Potty and Weasel so we could find a way to get you back. I think the sun's risen in the west now, I'll go check. goes to check window Yeah, it pretty much has. Anyway, I've included the 'makeup' you've requested. I actually had to enlist Patil's help just to find the stuff. You know what, I was planning to give them to Pansy so she could actually look good. As if she ever would smirks I'm missing you heaps now; I've got no one to have a decent conversation with here. When you come back, I'll Bind you to me so you won't go away again! haha just a thought. Okay, I have to go get ready now... it's time for breakfast now, and then we're going to the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. I'm planning on mentioning your accident smirks let's see what they think they can do about that. Ok, bye
Draco
"That guy's got a good sense of humor (the Dept. thingy)," Remus commented.
"Bloody bloke just smirks a lot," Sirius growled.
"Well, he's been smirking ever since we were eleven," Hermione said.
"What funny last names, Potty and Weasel," James mused. Hermione almost laughed, but she didn't. If she told them that it was actually Potter and Weasley, they would ask about Harry and James' relationship.
"That Draco's really nice," Lily gushed. (Whatever, Lily.)
"I guess," Hermione agreed, but conveniently forgot to mention that before, he was a stuck-up daddy's boy who used his money (and his dad's power and influence) to get what he wanted. "Next letter!" she cried, plucking Harry's letter from the unopened stack.
grumble 6:33 am hmp!
Dear Hermione,
Blast it! Dumbledore at Hogwarts (he went to Hogwarts yesterday evening) sent the letters, asking McGonagall, who asked Parkinson, to give your letters. She bloody woke me up with her nails-on-chalkboard voice, shrieking, "POTTY, GET UP! GET UP! GET UP!" (Sorry about the redundant Potty, you'll find out why later ÜÜÜ) Talk about an alarm clock that won't go on snooze makes a face Hey, guess what. Ma- Draco (sorry, I'm trying to accept the fact that he's your friend now) offered his help to me and Ron. After the tour yesterday, we talked to Dumbledore and he said okay. Oh yeah, yesterday we were at the Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, and I remembered you saying something about getting a house-elf representative for it. lol Ü Hey I have to go now, partly because it's breakfast and partly because I can't stand the smell of Ron's breath cause he's next to me, reading your letter aloud. Ugh, I might throw up. Bye!
Harry
P.S. Oh yeah, please take a lot of pictures there, okay? wink cause Draco told us Dumbledore told him you're in what he call the Marauders' time. Bring back souvenirs, okay? Ü
"We're so infamous, we have a time named after us!" Sirius said happily. Lily rolled her eyes.
"Kind of sarcastic, huh?" Remus asked.
"No, Harry's not sarcastic. He just says it like it is," Hermione explained.
"He'd make a great Marauder," Sirius commented. Hermione smiled. 'I'll have to tell Harry that.'
"Harry, huh? What a name when paired with Potty. Harry Potty. HAHAHA, get it?!" James said, laughing hysterically. (Actually, I don't think it's funny, James. You're lucky Voldemort already murdered you cause if he didn't, I would!!! ÜÜÜ)
'sigh if you only knew, James... Harry's what you're gonna call your kid in the future!' Hermione thought.
"Hey, Harry's a nice name," Lily defended Harry. "I'm actually thinking of naming my kid that when I have a family!"
"Our - family?" James asked hopefully between laughs. (A line the guys used to say in high school. I heard them saying that to some of my friends Ü lol Ü)
Lily ignored his remark. "Yeah, Harry's not so bad," Hermione said. "Next." She opened Ron's letter.
blast it 6:37 am blast
Dear Hermione,
Bastard came shaking me awake. Said, "Ron! We got letters from Hermione!" Whoops, it's Harry... cringes as Harry gets ready to shower curses on him... after a while, sighs in relief cause Harry left to get ready How did you get your letters to us? Anyway, so now your name's Emma Felton. haha reminds me of the Muggle actress, Emma Watson, and Muggle actor, Tom Felton. You know why I know them? Ginny's been screaming about them all last summer, saying that she thinks they're cute together. I honestly don't care, but it's gotten stuck in my brain. I bet Harry's told you about Draco. Whatever. Hey, it's time for breakfast and I'm hungry. Harry's gone out. Boy, he was fast in getting ready; or maybe I'm just a slow writer. Well I'm still sleepy! But he wouldn't normally leave me for breakfast. I wonder why he did? Bye!
Ron
"Too straightforward," Remus said.
"Has a sense of humor of his own," Sirius commented. James still hadn't recovered from the 'Harry Potty' thing, so they just ignored him.
Lily frowned. "Kind of rude."
"I guess; his first word into the letter is actually 'bastard'? What a prat," Hermione said. "This last one is from Dumbledore."
6:02 am
Dear Miss Granger,
Good morning. I am quite glad to know that you have found a way to contact us. Of course; you are one of the smartest witches Hogwarts has seen in a while. If you need anything, we will just send it with Sir Nicholas. I must say, I was quite worried when you told me about your encounter with the giant squid. Amazing – this is the first time a student has faced it. I suppose practicing with Harry in your fourth year has helped you protect yourself? To answer your question, the reason why you fell into the Abyss is because I believe you were holding an artifact of time. I trust you know what it is? After all, you yourself were once in possession of one. Do not worry, you will be back soon. Most of the Ministry, your teachers, myself, and of course, your friends are looking for a way. I was quite surprised when Mr. M – Draco had offered his help, but I accepted, since Harry and Ron were willing to cooperate with him. In the meantime, please enjoy your stay and enclosed is a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. Have a nice day!
Yours sincerely,
Professor Dumbledore
The Beans Box was tiny, so Hermione enlarged it and they started munching on the beans. James had finally recovered and was eating. Hermione bewitched the letters to look like textbook extracts to anyone else except her. While the guys and Lily were telling each other the flavors of their beans, Hermione checked her makeup bag. She grinned cause all her stuff was in there. She was glad she thought of putting her Ralph by Ralph Lauren perfume in the bag the day she fell.
"Lily?"
"Hm? Ew, detergent soap! cough" Lily choked. Remus lightly slapped her back, and James started wrestling him cause he "hurt the fair damsel that happens to be Lily!" "So immature," Lily muttered darkly. "What is it, Hermione?"
"Would you like... a makeover?" Hermione asked with an evil grin.
The boys were curious. "A makeover? What's that?" Sirius asked.
"I didn't know guys could be this stupid about stuff like these," Hermione said, shaking her head. "I'm gonna make Lily look better," she announced.
Lily looked scared. "No, no, no, Hermione," she said, laughing nervously. "You are not using that gunk on me!"
"Fine, have it your way," said Hermione airily, emptying her bag so the contents spread out on the bed. Hermione spread a cream on her face while the boys were curiously checking out the stuff. Lily seemed to be interested in the Beans. After a while...
"Hermione?"
"Yeah?" Hermione asked, brushing on some shimmery powder.
"Um... how do you use this?" Lily asked timidly, holding up what looked like a thick pencil.
Hermione grinned. "Knew you'd be interested sooner or later," she said triumphantly. "Now get out guys, you can see the results later," Hermione commanded.
"We'll be waiting in the common room," James said, reaching for his broom.
Lily opened the door and the 3 boys zoomed out, nearly crashing into a girl who was climbing the stairs. "AAAARRRGGH!!!!!" Lily shut the door and locked it, the two spells Hermione cast still in place.
In the present...
While the 7th years were walking to the lift to go to the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes, Draco fell in step with Harry and Ron.
"Hey, Malfoy, why are you here? Aren't you afraid for your reputation?" Ron asked rudely.
"Ron, can it. The truce, remember." Harry said, which made Ron shut up.
Draco ignored Ron's question. "Did you two receive a letter from Hermione?" he asked.
"Yep, Parkinson was shrieking for me to get up at 6:30 in the morning," Harry muttered. "And someone here is quite ungrateful that I took his letter for him," he added, glaring at Ron. (hehehe Ü)
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to call you that!"
"Call him what, Weasley?" asked Draco, curious.
"We're here," Tonks announced, breaking up their conversation. The three boys took out their notebooks and Dictation Quills and started listening to the lecture. After the lecture, when the Head was entertaining the students' questions...
"Excuse me, Mr. Peasegood, but do you know about Ms. Granger's accident, which occurred just recently?" Draco asked innocently. The others stared at him.
"Yes, I do," Mr. Peasegood, the Head, said in a stuffy, all-knowing voice.
"Then could you please tell us how you think we could bring her back?" Draco continued, ignoring Harry and Ron's nudges to shut up.
"We're doing everything we possibly can, Mr. Malfoy," the Head said quite rudely.
"I know that, sir, but do you have at least an idea? You are the Head of this department, after all," Draco said. The Head was at a loss for words. While he was stuttering on what to say, Draco smirked.
In the past...
An hour later, after applications of Stila's Sheer Color Tinted Moisturizer SPF 15 and Eye Shadow I Jezebel and Urban Decay's Afterglow Powder Blush and Pleather Pencil in O, Hermione was done with Lily. (Forgive me for saying what they used, but just to add a bit of detail. And if you were wondering, no, I don't use any of those, only lip gloss!!! And I have no intention of using makeup!)
"Here, see if you like what I did to you," Hermione said, handing Lily a small mirror. Lily examined her face for a looong time. "Wow," she finally said. She turned to Hermione. "Thanks Hermione! So it's possible after all to use makeup and not look like a clown."
"Of course it is! You just have to use the right stuff."
"I think I've changed my mind about this whole makeup thing," Lily said thoughtfully. Hermione laughed. She, on the other hand, used Stila's Sheer Color Tinted Moisturizer SPF 15, All Over Shimmer Powder, Eye Shadow in Jezebel and Lip Glaze in Grapefruit.
"Hey, we promised the guys a look, let's go down to the common room," Hermione suggested, starting to pack away her stuff.
"What?! No! Um... they might tease me!"
"Nonsense! Why would they? You look nice! Now come on, or the guys might charge in here."
"Okay," Lily sighed, helping Hermione putting away the stuff they used. Hermione put all her stuff in her trunk. They walked down to the common room and were walking to the seats by the fireplace when they were suddenly tackled from behind.
"That's for knocking us over this morning!" Sirius said.
"Ow!" was the only word Hermione could say. She got to her feet as James helped Lily up. "We were going to – Lily?"
"Yes, James?" asked Lily, raising an eyebrow and shrugging his hand off hers from when he helped her.
Remus scooted over to them. "Wow, Emma, we didn't think you could make Lily prettier than she is, but you did!" he said in amazement. Lily turned red.
"Hmm... now that I think of it, Lily before was deathly pale. Your 'makeover' made her look alive," Sirius said thoughtfully. "Oh, and you're pretty too," he added as an afterthought.
"Thanks," Hermione replied. Her stomach grumbled loudly, causing the others to stare at her. "Lily, I'm hungry."
"Hungry?! You ate a whole stack of pancakes for breakfast, and now you're hungry? My stomach should be the one grumbling, cause I didn't eat anything!" Lily said, incredulous.
"Well, we didn't eat breakfast too because you two ran into us," James said. "So it's time we paid the kitchens a little visit." They went out of the common room and were walking downstairs to the kitchens when they passed by a group of girls who waved to the guys, acting remarkably like Pansy Parkinson. Hermione cringed as she remembered Pansy. Once they reached the kitchens (no, the Marauders didn't stop to say hello... they're hungry!!! Ü lol Ü), they ate... and ate... and ate. By the time the food the house-elves were cooking was ready for lunch, the 5 students were full to bursting.
In the present...
"I don't think the Head's pretty fond of you right now," Harry told Draco, who smirked.
"Why? I was just asking if he knew the solution to Hermione's problem!" he said, eyes widening 'innocently', passing by a group of 7th years. The 7th years, needless to say, were pretty freaked cause Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Draco Malfoy were together, and were civil to each other.
"Um, Draco?" Pansy said, marching over to them.
"Yes, Pansy?"
"Could I have a word?"
"Fine," Draco grumbled. Harry and Ron nodded sympathetically and left for the Great Hall.
"Draco, what are you doing with Pothead and Weasel King?" asked Pansy in her nails-on-chalkboard voice.
"Nothing that concerns you and nothing that you would understand," Draco said icily.
"What's wrong with you, Draco? What's happened to you?" Pansy asked pleadingly, moving closer to him and resting her right hand on his left shoulder, looking in his eyes. Draco had this sudden urge to push her away. He was revolted by her looks, which was understandable cause it is fact that no amount of spells, makeup or plastic surgery would make her pretty. He was also revolted by her touch; a simple touch made him feel like he needed a bath, the way his father felt about Muggleborns. He felt that way about Muggleborns before, until 6th year. (Is it coincidence with what I said in the 1st chapter??? Ü lol Ü) He didn't step away, however.
"I told you, it's nothing you would understand."
"Try me," Pansy said stubbornly.
Draco shook his head and sighed. "Okay. What if I suddenly became repulsed by you? You disgust me, Pansy. You used to be what I wanted, but now I can hardly believe I even liked you. I hope you finally understand."
Pansy suddenly stepped back. Realization dawned on her face. "It's the Mudblood, isn't it Draco," she hissed.
"Yeah, I guess," Draco said casually, shrugging. They stared at each other for a while. Then Draco clapped, mocking claps.
"What are you clapping about?" Pansy asked, unnerved by what he had just said.
"I thought you wouldn't understand, but you did. Congratulations." He continued clapping mockingly.
When the claps died down, Pansy said quietly, "Are you giving up everything you worked for?"
"I guess I am," he said, shrugging.
"For that Mudblood?" Pansy shrieked. She didn't care cause everyone except them was in the Great Hall.
Draco suddenly pointed his wand at her threateningly. "Do not call her a Mudblood," he hissed.
"I can't believe this!" Pansy screamed. "You're turning back on your goals, ambitions, dreams, and beliefs?! And all for her?!"
"Well, what if I suddenly figured out what I should believe in, what was right, what was important? What I used to call my goals, ambitions, dreams, and beliefs aren't what I want now." Draco said, maintaining his wand on Pansy. Pansy couldn't do anything stupid cause she was scared of the wand, so she just talked.
"You've got it all wrong, Draco! I can help you. You just need to see the light..."
"I've seen the light already, Pansy." Draco lowered his wand and stepped back from her.
Pansy said quietly, "You can be sure your father will hear about this, Draco."
Draco shrugged again, maintaining his gaze on Pansy to scare her. "I don't care. He's just a loser who worships someone who lost all his power to a baby. He can't even get out of Azkaban right now, especially with Dumbledore's added precautions. And he always boasted he was better than the convicts there, but Black had escaped and isn't found until now. (If he only knew about Sirius... sniff) So why should I be afraid?"
It worked. Pansy shrunk back in fear. Draco pushed past her, making her land hard on the floor. Draco headed to the Great Hall with his superior stride. Pansy watched him go. When he had entered, she started to cry.
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Yay!!! The end of another chapter!!! ÜÜÜ Sorry about the drama between Draco and Pansy, but I had to include that part. hehehe Ü I also loved the conversation between Lucius and Hermione... I only added that part while I was typing. I thought my written version was too short, and Lucius really wouldn't let her go that easily, so I was thinking and I suddenly had to include that!!! lol Ü that time of the month??? LOL ÜÜÜ and oh yeah... I just got my Harry Potter fix yesterday!!! ÜÜÜ Woohoo!!! I'm so happy, my life is perfect again!!! hahahahaha ÜÜÜ I'm on cloud nine!!! I just love the number nine Ü hehe Ü till next chapter!!! Ü
Ü rochena Ü