Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter (but I will…someday…joke!) although I wish I did.
A/N: I ADORE PINK so I chose that to be 'Cissa's signature color. Who the hackers is 'Cissa? Narcissa Malfoy…dah-ling. We're close ya know…hey, I heard she won't be featured in GOF. PROTEST! PROTEST! PROTEST! RALLY IN THE UNIVERSE! WORLD DOMINATION!! Well, actually I've got nothing to write so I decided to write those. ::sighs and wishes she'd lose twenty pounds:: Anyway…here's chapter FOURTEEN!! Wow, can't believe I went this far!
Chapter Fourteen- Dance? What Dance?
Hermione grumbled and mumbled in some funny language (Pig Latin? Nope…Hermione language) about something while on her way to Transfiguration class.
It has been a month since she was transported in 1944 and she has gotten a bit accustomed in referring to Albus Dumbledore as "Transfiguration Teacher" and not the Headmaster of the school.
When she arrived at the classroom, Prof. Dumbledore was taking attendance.
"Good morning, Miss Granger," he greeted her politely.
Hermione blushed. "Sorry, I was late I did a lot—a lot of homework."
"Have a seat now," Dumbledore said gently.
Hermione went to where the Gryffindors were sitting. Then she felt as if all the kids were staring at her weirdly. Even Dumbledore was giving her a funny look.
"Er…perhaps you should go to the hospital wing," Dumbledore suggested.
"I'M FINE, OKAY!!!" hollered Hermione. But Dumbledore was firm.
"Mr. Riddle, kindly escort Miss Granger to the hospital wing," Dumbledore said.
Tom stood up. "Let's go?"
Hermione looked away. "Okay." (Hermione avoided Tom since the "kiss" incident)
They went outside the classroom, hearing Ditee's protest: "PROFESSOR DUMBLEDORE!! HERMIONE WAS FAKING TO BE SICK SO SHE COULD MAKE OUT WITH TOM!!!"
"Filthy little slut," Hermione muttered under her breath.
When they were almost at the hospital wing, Hermione stopped. "I'm not sick," she said.
"What?" Tom asked.
"I SAID I'M NOT SICK," Hermione said louder. "Let's go back to the classroom."
"Hermione, let's talk first," Tom said.
"NO!!!" Hermione screamed and ran towards the classroom.
"YOU KNOW I CAN TAKE POINTS OF OUR HOUSE FOR RUNNING!!" Tom yelled after her.
"GO AHEAD! SEE IF I CARE!" Hermione yelled bitterly.
Tom just stood there.
"You are the dumbest boy in the entire world, Tom," he said and walked after Hermione.
"Back so soon, Miss Granger?" Dumbledore greeted her.
"Yes…I just needed painkillers," grinned Hermione.
"LIAR!!! THAT PIECE OF HARD-CORE DUNG DIDN'T GO TO THE HOSPITAL WING BECAUSE SHE MET WITH HER BOYFRIEND AND—." Ditee was interrupted by Tom.
"HOLD YOUR TONGUE OR I WILL PERSONALLY TRANSFIGURE YOU INTO DUNG, WHICH IS WHAT YOU REALLY ARE!!!" Tom yelled.
"Saving Hermione aren't you?" Ditee sneered.
Tom glared at her. "What do you care?"
Ditee faked mock hurt. "What about us, Tom? I thought I was your betrothed."
"You must have me confused with someone else," Tom said coolly. Ditee looked ready to throw a huge fit.
Dumbledore sensed danger because he said: "Who wants to know about the upcoming Halloween dance?"
The word "dance" caught everyone's attention. Dumbledore hid a triumphant smile.
"Do explain, Professor Dumbledore," one small girl from Gryffindor said sheepishly.
"Yes I will," Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling. "But after I give you your homework."
The whole class groaned and took out their parchments and quills.
"A report on how one person becomes an Animagus," Dumbledore said as the students hastily wrote it down. "1 foot of parchment. Two if you failed to do it." He rubbed his hands together.
"Well, that's about it," he said. "Class dismissed."
Hermione and Tom were walking into the Great Hall for lunch, where the students were talking about the upcoming Halloween Dance.
"Alright, alright, settle down students, settle down," Prof. Dippet said, but the students weren't listening. Prof. Sewell (A/N: remember her? the strict teacher) decided to take matters into her own hands.
"FOR THE LOVE OF MERLIN STOP YABBERING!!!!!" she screeched. "DIPPET HAS AN ANNOUNCEMENT TO MAKE."
The students froze, their faces white.
"Ah…er, thank you Juliet, for your ability to keep the students quiet," Dippet said breathlessly.
"Just tell the announcement before they go restless," Sewell said in monotone. She faced the students. "After our headmaster here was ever so rudely disrespected, here is what he was supposed to announce earlier." She faced the headmaster. "Headmaster?"
Dippet cleared his throat. "Ah, yes." He faced the students. "As you may all know, there is an upcoming dance here in our actual school grounds. It is themed the Hallows Eve Spirits dance.
"I DON'T LIKE THAT TITLE! CHANGE IT TO GRANGER'S DANCE!" yelled Ludwig Granger.
"Keep your mouth shut, please," Hermione said, annoyed, but secretly, though, she agreed with Ludwig to name the dance Granger's dance.
"As I was saying," Dippet continued. "All students, even the first-years, are to attend with DATES!"
Some unattractive (A/N: Sorry, that's the only tactful synonym of ugly) students hang there heads and some smudged their faces into the treacle putting.
But, needless to say, most students were all of a hither. Aphrodite gave Tom a sexy glance, and her eyes clearly say: "We're going together, right?"
Tom scowled and shook his head. Then, he was all eyes at Hermione, who pretended to be absorbed at the pudding.
"Hermione?" Tom asked.
"What?" Hermione asked.
"May I escort you to the dance?"
"Dance? What dance?" Hermione said.
"You know…" Tom shifted in his seat uncomfortably.
"Ah, the All Hallows Eve Spirits something dance?"
"Yes."
"I decided I won't be going."
Tom's jaw dropped, and Ditee had a trimphant look on her face.
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