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Chapter 6

The next few weeks of Hermione's life were extremely uneventful. the steady stream of home-work never failed to come, and it didn't help that Harry and Ron were always late on getting to start. Many times Hermione was tempted to simply do it for them, but she had resisted with the thought that they would never do it themselves if she always did it for them.

Meanwhile, the thought of Malfoy was ever looming in her mind, she was sure that she had taught him a lesson when she had left him in the forest. But then, Hermione wondered, how long had he been in there?

She had hoped that he would have been in there for a few hours at the very least, to give him a good scare.

Ah well, she would see to that later.

She found out later, (Ten minutes later.) that Malfoy had postponed his Hermione-hunt for only a matter of days, and was now directing all his energy on trying to kill Harry, or, cause him as much pain as possible.

Judging by the fangs, horns, and tye-dyed hair, that her friend had given him, Malfoy had not succeeded.

"Pile of dung, that one." Ginny said, eyeing Malfoy with distaste.

"Tried to kill Harry this morning, he did."

Just then Harry and Ron came walking into the Great Hall, looking tired.

"Didn't really succeed though." Ginny added, chuckling.

"'Morning." Said Ron groggily, as he filled his plate with sausages. "Did you see Malfoy? Gave him the business, we did, little git's probably for the Hospital Wing already, though." "No," said Ginny. "He's right over - Oh, he has left. Well,"

She said, this time addressing Harry, as he sat down. "Besides almost getting murdered, how's your day been so far?"

Harry replied with a quick grunt, and proceeded to dumping seven fried eggs onto his plate. "Hungry?" Ginny asked, her eyebrows raised.

"What're you two so angry about?" Hermione asked casually.

"Hermione, almost getting obliviated at five in the morning is not exactly a treat."

"And what, may I ask, were you doing at five in the morning?"

"And What," said Ginny, with an evil smile. "Was Cho Chang doing at five in the morning?" "Nothing, I bumped into her that's all, you know I don't even like her anymore."

"And what were you doing Ron?" "I had to go to the lavatory, and I came in time to give Malfoy an extra hex."

"Mind Writing is extremely complex, and requires much skill, in fact, I do not expect many of you to have accomplished it by the end of class.

"Now, the enchantment is: 'Hodie, Scribo Novus.' I Want you to do a swish and flick, followed by a slightly diagonal line from upper right to lower left.

"Concentrate on what you wish to write, and start with simple things; don't try writing a novel on your first try."

Hermione looked down at the quill and parchment before her,

A sudden feeling of extreme determination crossed through her.

She swished and flicked her wand. "Hodie, Scribo," she raised her wand, and brought it down. "Novus!"

Her quill raised itself an inch above the parchment, and Hermione prepared herself for the next part; she shut her eyes tight, and concentrated with all her might.

In her mind she thought: 'Write: Hermione Granger.'

She opened her eyes, and gasped; there, on the parchment, in her own neat handwriting, were the words:

Write: Hermione Granger.

"Harry, do you mind if I borrow your invisibility cloak for a while?"

"What do you need it for?" "Oh, there's a book in the library I need to get, I need it for homework and back-round reading, and as you know, students aren't supposed to b out."

"Alright, just a minute."

A few minutes later Harry returned with the cloak.

"Just return it in the morning."

"Thanks!"

Once she was in the library she slipped the cloak off.

Now, to find the book. . . .

After half an hour of solid searching, Hermione began to get disappointed; it seemed as if she would never find the book.

"Hermione?"

Hermione nearly jumped out of her skin. "Who's there?"

From behind the bookshelf, a dark figure emerged. "Who's there?" Hermione asked again, attempting to keep her voice calm.

The person took a step closer; Hermione took a step back, bumping in to the bookshelf behind her. The person took another step towards her."Who are you?" Hermione asked in a small voice.

The person burst out laughing."What's so funny?" Hermione asked, confused."You, Hermione, darkness or not, I still thought you'd recognize my voice at the very least . . ."

Hermione looked closer, and as she did so, her fear fled."Malfoy!"

"Knew you'd recognize me some day." "What in the world are you doing here, Malfoy?"

"Everyone reads when they must, Hermione."

"And stop calling me 'Hermione', you know I'm not going to get all gooey."

Hermione tuned around and began to look over the books one by one.

"Hermione, or Granger, if you prefer it, what are you doing tomorrow?"

"I'm doing a lot of things, Malfoy, and none of them concern you." "Why 're you so touchy Granger?" "I'm not touchy, I only despise you greatly."

"Granger, would you come with me to Hogsmeade tomorrow?""Malfoy, you already know the answer."

"Oh, and by the way, is this the book you're looking for?"

Hermione turned around, and there, in Malfoy's hand was the

very book she had spent the last half of an hour hunting for.

"Want it, Granger? I do believe from looking for it that that's the only copy they've got here." He held it out to her.

Right as Hermione was reaching out for it, he whisked it away.

"But then, why should I give it to the girl who won't to come to Hogsmeade with me?"

"And what, exactly, are your plans at Hogsmeade?" Hermione asked, through gritted teeth.

Going anywhere in Hogsmeade's my basic plan, but why are you asking Granger? I thought you didn't want to come."

"Why can't you just give me the book?"

"Granger, I spent an hour looking for this book, I'm not going to give it to you without something in return."

Malfoy began to dramatically walk it he direction of the entrance.

"Wait!" Hermione called quickly. Malfoy turned around and came striding back. "Yes or No?"

Hermione felt like murdering him here and now. "Fine!"

"Hermione, I really don't think it would be a very good idea if you woke up the teachers." he gave her a knowing glance.

There was an awkward pause; Hermione noticed how close their faces were. And Hermione, in order divert Malfoy's attention, attempted to grab he book, but without success, it only brought their faces closer together.

All of a sudden, weird feeling began to come over her; not a feeling of pure hatred, but lovely jittery feeling, that Hermione thought had nothing to do with hatred.

The gap closed an inch, leaving only one more, and that gap to, was quickly closing.

Authors note/

hoped you liked it, everything went kind of fast though, (that's what happens when you write a chapter in two day. lol.)