Last time on Days of our lives… Damnit, I meant, Last Time on TDQ:
Ron and Lavender were arguing, Harry and Neville were laughing, Blaise and Pansy were cuddling, Hagrid was eating rock cakes and playing fetch with Fluffy and Dumbledore was being mischievous with his twinkly blue eyes. Draco and Hermione were playing with Elizabeta and Stephen, laughing and talking like they had no long, horrible, hurtful, horrific history to deal with. Hey, they could deal with it next chapter.
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AN uh-oh! It's next chapter!
Care of Magical Creatures ended, and Draco and Hermione put nametags on Elizabeta and Stephen, then put them back in their crates. They walked up towards the castle, having a friendly conversation about Hogwarts professors and how strange they were.
"What about Professor McGonagall. You CAN'T find anything wrong with her, Draco!" Said Hermione.
"You mean Professor Mc-GoneWithTheWind-agal?" Said Draco. Hermione laughed.
"Have you ever even seen that movie? What do you mean?"
"She's just like Scarlett O'Hara, except for not as good looking. You know, she's so bossy, thinks she can do anything, screws around with other people's lives like she's some sort of god…? Not to mention how she thought she was in love with Professor Lupin for years but now he's back and she can have him, she's started to become mighty interested in Professor Snape." Hermione really laughed then.
"P-P-Pro-Professor S-Snape?" She gasped between giggling fits. "y-your t- totally lying, D-Draco Malfoy!" Draco threw his hands up in the air.
"I'm not! That's the sad part!"
"B-But how? Wh-why?"
"I don't know! Honestly. One day I was walking by her classroom and I heard her talking to that cat of hers and saying something about Snape and unrequited love and don't worry, I'll get him. Just like Scarlett!"
"Oh d-dear God!" Said Hermione, now doubled over. They had almost reached the castle doors when Harry and Ron jogged up to them.
"What's so funny Herm?" Said Ron.
"N-nothing!" Hermione said hastily. Ron and Harry rolled their eyes at each other and were about to say something when we reached the castle entrance. The 4 students stood there, uncertain, for a few minutes. It was as if they had come back to reality, they realized who they were talking and laughing with. Harry and Ron looked at Draco suspiciously, and Hermione and Draco looked supremely nervous. Draco began fidgeting with his ears again and Hermione was picking at her robe and shifting her weight from foot to foot. All were wary of the others. Harry broke the silence by saying roughly,
"Come on guys, we have Charms." And tugging at Ron and Hermione's robes. Before they could even respond, Draco stormed off angrily, robes flying out behind him.
"What's up his arse?" Ron said wonderingly, red eyebrows raised. Harry looked equally dumbfounded, but he covered the fact quickly by saying,
"Did I say something? The Amazing Bouncing Ferret has got some major problems! Let's hope his Daddy can pay his way out of St. Mungo's!" and laughing loudly. Ron joined him, albeit a little uncertainly, seeing the look on Hermione's face.
"You can't… it's not… oh Harry!" Hermione said frustratedly before shaking her head angrily and walking off towards the Charms classroom. Harry shrugged and walked after her and Ron watched her back for a moment, a perceptive look on his face, before following.
Back to Draco.
Draco was really angry. Really angry. And he had no idea why. He just wanted to kick something, or someone. Like Harry, or Ron, or Voldemort, or Lucious. He settled for the wall.
"Stupid… rules…expectations…Hermione…bunny…Pansy…Death Eater…don't wanna…hate that Voldemort…Harry…Ron…overprotective…houses…Slytherin… Gryffindor…gossip…Snape…what will father think…unheard of… disgrace… Malfoy…Mudblood… never forgive…like her…stupid…stupid…stupid!"
Were the only coherent words Draco Malfoy said over the next five minutes as he gave that wall a beating it wouldn't soon forget (or remember, for that matter). When he realized he was going to be late for Transfiguration, which was taught by Professor Mc-GoneWithTheWind-agal. He turned and strode off, head down and fists clenched. He did not even see the person walking towards him until he slammed into them hard, successfully sending him towards the floor. He braced himself for the fall, but was caught and righted by a pair of pale, old arms, which contained more strength than anyone could've guessed. Albus Dumbledore smiled at Draco Malfoy congenially.
"Young Mister Malfoy! What a pleasant surprise! You seem to be troubled, young man. Well, come with me." He said, still smiling, and before Draco was able to utter a word, he was spirited off to a lavishly furnished sitting room that he hadn't known existed. Dumbledore pushed him into a cushy blue chair, conjured up some drink, and waved it in his face.
"Would you like some hot spiced tea? Homemade!" He said before plopping into a chair. Draco took the mug, still too surprised too respond properly. "Now that you're here, tell me your problems." Said Dumbledore brightly. "No wait, let me tell you!" He said just as Draco opened his mouth to tell him off. "You don't want to support Voldemort, but it's expected of you. You've fallen in love with someone forbidden, and don't know what to do about it. Allover confused, eh Malfoy?" Dumbledore said, chuckling.
"Actually, you happen to be partially correct. I do not wish to join the ranks of the Death Eaters, and it is expected of me. I have not, however, fallen in love with anyone, certainly not someone forbidden." Draco said coolly. Dumbledore just continued twinkling.
"Try that tea. It's quite good. Good luck with the Death Eater problem, don't kid you about the love thing. Hermione… I mean, the lucky girl, is worthy of your attentions, no matter what you think initially. I'm sure you will do the right thing in both situations, and don't hesitate to come to me for anything, Draco, anything at all." Dumbledore said before flashing him a brilliant smile, pulling him back to the hallway, and disappearing as fast as a wink.
"The old quack has decided to become an Agony Aunt then." Said Draco before downing the delicious tea, giving the wall one last good kick, and hurrying off to class with Professor Mc-GoneWithTheWind-agal.
Back to Hermione.
Hermione sat twiddling her thumbs in charm class. She had already finished all the assigned home and class work. Flitwick, her favorite teacher, was busy squeaking at Neville for having done something terribly wrong. Hermione had one thought running through her head and it was… Draco Malfoy.
Nothing about him in particular, just Draco Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. He wouldn't go away. Hermione sighed and scrawled 'Draco Malfoy' across her parchment idly before putting her head down on her desk and sighing deeply.
Unbeknownst to her, Ronald Weasley looked on with a mixture of concern and amusement.
AN Happy Easter everybodeee! Hope you get lots of chocolate! I think I'm doing really well with this story lately, meaning I'm updating a LOT. Usually I find it hard to get myself into a story this much, so I'm supremely proud.
Thanks to Reviewers:
Lady Nicolia- *takes deep breath* I wouldn't say Draco has a crush on Hermione exactly, he's just a pretty nice guy in general, but hasn't been able to show it for fear of Uncle Lecial (will explain more in later chapters). Nobody can see Draco's outfit because he has his robes over it, but they can still see the bunny ears. It's not love because that's too strong a word for the feelings they are having towards each other. More like a strong attraction. But I've said, and will say again; it will turn into love later (hopefully)! That answers all of your questions? Thanks for being a consistent and loyal reviewer.
Escritora- Yes, I know you didn't review last chapter, but I just noticed that I didn't answer your question about Aaron (pray to God he's not reading this). Even though I love Ari to pieces and he's my best friend, he has something very large up his arse. He thinks writing fanfic is 'disrespectful' towards authors. And he always goes 'how would you feel if someone took your original characters and wrote stories about them doing things you didn't want them to do? How would you feel if someone took Kylara and Brett and had them fall in love (I'd feel gagged with a spoon, by the way)?' I really can relate to what he's saying, because I'd hate for anyone to screw around with my own characters (Kylara and Brett are from my original story, Buttercup Cradle. Go check it out). But, on the other hand, writing fanfic is addictive, and it's not really hurting anyone… so, bugger off Ari! (Forget God, pray to any passing deity that he's not reading this!)
Ron and Lavender were arguing, Harry and Neville were laughing, Blaise and Pansy were cuddling, Hagrid was eating rock cakes and playing fetch with Fluffy and Dumbledore was being mischievous with his twinkly blue eyes. Draco and Hermione were playing with Elizabeta and Stephen, laughing and talking like they had no long, horrible, hurtful, horrific history to deal with. Hey, they could deal with it next chapter.
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AN uh-oh! It's next chapter!
Care of Magical Creatures ended, and Draco and Hermione put nametags on Elizabeta and Stephen, then put them back in their crates. They walked up towards the castle, having a friendly conversation about Hogwarts professors and how strange they were.
"What about Professor McGonagall. You CAN'T find anything wrong with her, Draco!" Said Hermione.
"You mean Professor Mc-GoneWithTheWind-agal?" Said Draco. Hermione laughed.
"Have you ever even seen that movie? What do you mean?"
"She's just like Scarlett O'Hara, except for not as good looking. You know, she's so bossy, thinks she can do anything, screws around with other people's lives like she's some sort of god…? Not to mention how she thought she was in love with Professor Lupin for years but now he's back and she can have him, she's started to become mighty interested in Professor Snape." Hermione really laughed then.
"P-P-Pro-Professor S-Snape?" She gasped between giggling fits. "y-your t- totally lying, D-Draco Malfoy!" Draco threw his hands up in the air.
"I'm not! That's the sad part!"
"B-But how? Wh-why?"
"I don't know! Honestly. One day I was walking by her classroom and I heard her talking to that cat of hers and saying something about Snape and unrequited love and don't worry, I'll get him. Just like Scarlett!"
"Oh d-dear God!" Said Hermione, now doubled over. They had almost reached the castle doors when Harry and Ron jogged up to them.
"What's so funny Herm?" Said Ron.
"N-nothing!" Hermione said hastily. Ron and Harry rolled their eyes at each other and were about to say something when we reached the castle entrance. The 4 students stood there, uncertain, for a few minutes. It was as if they had come back to reality, they realized who they were talking and laughing with. Harry and Ron looked at Draco suspiciously, and Hermione and Draco looked supremely nervous. Draco began fidgeting with his ears again and Hermione was picking at her robe and shifting her weight from foot to foot. All were wary of the others. Harry broke the silence by saying roughly,
"Come on guys, we have Charms." And tugging at Ron and Hermione's robes. Before they could even respond, Draco stormed off angrily, robes flying out behind him.
"What's up his arse?" Ron said wonderingly, red eyebrows raised. Harry looked equally dumbfounded, but he covered the fact quickly by saying,
"Did I say something? The Amazing Bouncing Ferret has got some major problems! Let's hope his Daddy can pay his way out of St. Mungo's!" and laughing loudly. Ron joined him, albeit a little uncertainly, seeing the look on Hermione's face.
"You can't… it's not… oh Harry!" Hermione said frustratedly before shaking her head angrily and walking off towards the Charms classroom. Harry shrugged and walked after her and Ron watched her back for a moment, a perceptive look on his face, before following.
Back to Draco.
Draco was really angry. Really angry. And he had no idea why. He just wanted to kick something, or someone. Like Harry, or Ron, or Voldemort, or Lucious. He settled for the wall.
"Stupid… rules…expectations…Hermione…bunny…Pansy…Death Eater…don't wanna…hate that Voldemort…Harry…Ron…overprotective…houses…Slytherin… Gryffindor…gossip…Snape…what will father think…unheard of… disgrace… Malfoy…Mudblood… never forgive…like her…stupid…stupid…stupid!"
Were the only coherent words Draco Malfoy said over the next five minutes as he gave that wall a beating it wouldn't soon forget (or remember, for that matter). When he realized he was going to be late for Transfiguration, which was taught by Professor Mc-GoneWithTheWind-agal. He turned and strode off, head down and fists clenched. He did not even see the person walking towards him until he slammed into them hard, successfully sending him towards the floor. He braced himself for the fall, but was caught and righted by a pair of pale, old arms, which contained more strength than anyone could've guessed. Albus Dumbledore smiled at Draco Malfoy congenially.
"Young Mister Malfoy! What a pleasant surprise! You seem to be troubled, young man. Well, come with me." He said, still smiling, and before Draco was able to utter a word, he was spirited off to a lavishly furnished sitting room that he hadn't known existed. Dumbledore pushed him into a cushy blue chair, conjured up some drink, and waved it in his face.
"Would you like some hot spiced tea? Homemade!" He said before plopping into a chair. Draco took the mug, still too surprised too respond properly. "Now that you're here, tell me your problems." Said Dumbledore brightly. "No wait, let me tell you!" He said just as Draco opened his mouth to tell him off. "You don't want to support Voldemort, but it's expected of you. You've fallen in love with someone forbidden, and don't know what to do about it. Allover confused, eh Malfoy?" Dumbledore said, chuckling.
"Actually, you happen to be partially correct. I do not wish to join the ranks of the Death Eaters, and it is expected of me. I have not, however, fallen in love with anyone, certainly not someone forbidden." Draco said coolly. Dumbledore just continued twinkling.
"Try that tea. It's quite good. Good luck with the Death Eater problem, don't kid you about the love thing. Hermione… I mean, the lucky girl, is worthy of your attentions, no matter what you think initially. I'm sure you will do the right thing in both situations, and don't hesitate to come to me for anything, Draco, anything at all." Dumbledore said before flashing him a brilliant smile, pulling him back to the hallway, and disappearing as fast as a wink.
"The old quack has decided to become an Agony Aunt then." Said Draco before downing the delicious tea, giving the wall one last good kick, and hurrying off to class with Professor Mc-GoneWithTheWind-agal.
Back to Hermione.
Hermione sat twiddling her thumbs in charm class. She had already finished all the assigned home and class work. Flitwick, her favorite teacher, was busy squeaking at Neville for having done something terribly wrong. Hermione had one thought running through her head and it was… Draco Malfoy.
Nothing about him in particular, just Draco Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. He wouldn't go away. Hermione sighed and scrawled 'Draco Malfoy' across her parchment idly before putting her head down on her desk and sighing deeply.
Unbeknownst to her, Ronald Weasley looked on with a mixture of concern and amusement.
AN Happy Easter everybodeee! Hope you get lots of chocolate! I think I'm doing really well with this story lately, meaning I'm updating a LOT. Usually I find it hard to get myself into a story this much, so I'm supremely proud.
Thanks to Reviewers:
Lady Nicolia- *takes deep breath* I wouldn't say Draco has a crush on Hermione exactly, he's just a pretty nice guy in general, but hasn't been able to show it for fear of Uncle Lecial (will explain more in later chapters). Nobody can see Draco's outfit because he has his robes over it, but they can still see the bunny ears. It's not love because that's too strong a word for the feelings they are having towards each other. More like a strong attraction. But I've said, and will say again; it will turn into love later (hopefully)! That answers all of your questions? Thanks for being a consistent and loyal reviewer.
Escritora- Yes, I know you didn't review last chapter, but I just noticed that I didn't answer your question about Aaron (pray to God he's not reading this). Even though I love Ari to pieces and he's my best friend, he has something very large up his arse. He thinks writing fanfic is 'disrespectful' towards authors. And he always goes 'how would you feel if someone took your original characters and wrote stories about them doing things you didn't want them to do? How would you feel if someone took Kylara and Brett and had them fall in love (I'd feel gagged with a spoon, by the way)?' I really can relate to what he's saying, because I'd hate for anyone to screw around with my own characters (Kylara and Brett are from my original story, Buttercup Cradle. Go check it out). But, on the other hand, writing fanfic is addictive, and it's not really hurting anyone… so, bugger off Ari! (Forget God, pray to any passing deity that he's not reading this!)
