Author's Notes: Wow, ok. I've been really really lazy. Haha, All I do is read fanfics…not write...persay. Ok, then…um. I don't own anything. Except for the perfect grammar (in the story, not my AN's) haha. Ok………………………….
FRANCIS SHADY'S PARTY IS GONNA ROCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOT! Haha. I love the clarinets!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh, btw, I'm going out on a whim on this…sooooo bear with me. I'm having fun w/ it. If you don't bloody like it, then don't bloody read it. Or, you could read it and flame me.
Chapter 10
Shit. What am I going to do?! Hermione thought as she ran down the hall, towards the RoR. I—can't—believe—he—found—out! Of—all people—why HIM?!
"Granger?" a cold voice barked at her. She whipped around to see Draco Malfoy standing in front of the door to the Room of Requirement.
"Ferret," she spat. Bare in mind, she was very pissed off at him for finding out…and no doubt, in the future, for asking wishes of her.
"Inside. Now. We can talk in there."
"Ok," Hermione replied, and then added, "someone has a stick up their arse today!"
"Shut up, Mudblood."
"Hey! That rhymes!" she shrieked in a sing-songy voice. The lack of sleep was harming her brain power. "Mud-blood. Mad-dad. Sinister-Minister. Square-Pear! Funny-Bu—"
"You," Malfoy interrupted, "have the mentallity of a walnut."
"A walnut?!"
"IN!" he interrupted and shoved her into the room of requirement.
They were in, what looked like, a larger (room version) genie bottle.
"Ok, Granger." Malfoy took a seat on the red coach. "Talk."
"About…" Hermione asked, even though she already knew what he meant.
"The whole 'genie' thing, Granger. What else would I want to talk about?"
"Oh…right," she mumbled. "Well, for starters…I'm a genie…and I have been for…2 years."
"Wait," Malfoy interrupted, "you mean you haven't been a genie your whole life? I thought that genies were born genies…"
"I used to think that, too. Until—" she broke off. I'm not going to tell him this! I can't tell him this! It's insane! He'll blackmail me! Oh, wait; he already is…Crap.
"Until what?" prompted Draco.
"Until I was given…a choice."
"What kind of a choice? Who? What? When? Where? Why? How?"
"BREATHE, MALFOY!" Hermione slapped him upside the head—partially to snap him out of it…and partially out of spite. "You need to learn how to relax, honestly."
"Keep going, Granger!" Malfoy growled.
"Ok, ok. Jeez. Somebody's PMSing."
"Granger," Malfoy hissed, warningly.
"Well, as I was saying. A genie found me one day, while I was in my bedroom, right? Oh, wait, I have to give you some background info I guess…"
"That might help," Draco glared.
"I was reading about Genies one day, because I had nothing better to do…and I came across an incantation to summon a genie without a lamp. So…out of curiosity, after all, you know the saying, I decided to try the incantation."
"The saying? Curiosity killed the cat?" Malfoy asked, not even bothering to cover up his high interest in her tale.
"You forgot the end! Curiosity killed the cat…but satisfaction brought it back."
"Wicked."
"I know. Ok, so I summoned the genie…thinking it would be an average genie…but I was wrong."
"Huh?"
"Well, as it turned out, I had been so bad at the spell…that I accidentally summoned the first genie…ever. The creator. The uber-genie—I guess you might say."
"Uber-genie?" Malfoy scoffed. "Honestly, Granger. Where do you come up with these things?"
"Shut up, git." Hermione spat. "So, the creator of all genies—Ramsis—showed up in my room.
"I'm confused," Malfoy whined.
"Oops, I got ahead of myself, again."
"Good job, Hermione."
"Ok, Draco." Hermione stuck her tongue out at him, and continued on with her story. "Ramsis was different than all the other genies. Since he was the first genie, the master, his duty was not to fulfill wishes—well kind of yeah it was but that's not the point—the point is that his duty was to make more genies."
"Got it."
"Good. Now, so, back to the main thing…Ramsis is in my room, right? With me so far?" she asked Draco.
"Yup."
"Good." (Readers—you with me so far? If you're not…review and I'll explain. But…I'm making this up as I go along…I hadn't originally put in so much thought. EEP!)
"Right, so he asked me…if there was anything that I wanted. And, if there were, I would simply have to wish it."
"There's always a catch, Granger. Tell me you weren't stupid enough to fall for it. You are the smartest witch in Hogwarts."
"That—er—brings me to my next point," Hermione replied, shyly, as she avoided all eye contact with Malfoy.
"So, Hermione Granger, what could you possibly want?" Malfoy asked, genuinely intrigued.
Should I stop here? Naw. I'm not that mean. Besides, I promised a really long chapter.
"I wished for…intelligence."
"You what?!"
"I wished…to be smart. I was so stupid before—stop snickering, you nark! I wasn't intelligent. I didn't really have any special talent. That could have been my only opportunity to be someone."
"Tear—tear," Draco sniffed, obnoxiously.
"Shut up!" she slapped him again, and kicked him in the shin. "You said you wanted to know!"
"Sorry, sorry," he mumbled.
"So, I became smart. Well, everything was going great…until 2 years ago."
"The catch?"
"The catch," Hermione said, with finality in her voice.
"That catch…being—that you became a genie?" Malfoy took a wild stab in the dark.
"Basically, yeah."
"So that's it? You are a genie because you wanted to be smart?"
"Yeah, hey, what's that supposed to mean?!"
"I don't know…it's just so…granger-like…for lack of a better term…" Malfoy's voice diminished.
"Well, I do have to keep it a secret and grant stupid gits their bloody wishes—the narks."
"Right. Well, I get 3 wishes? Is that how it goes?" Malfoy smirked.
"Well…"
"Ja oder nein, Granger?"
"Well…er…kind of. Actually, there's no limit to the number of wishes it's just a tale that we encourage because mortals have a tendency to be GREEDY!"
"Sheesh."
"What's your first wish, master."
"MASTER?!" Malfoy laughed, in disbelief. "Did you just call me master?!"
"It's comes with the territory, Malfoy, just try not to rub it in anymore than necessary."
"Hey! You called me 'Malfoy'."
"Very good, next we'll teach you how to count to 4!" Hermione exclaimed, with false happiness.
"Shut up. But why didn't you call me master that time?"
"Because…plot hole. That's why!"
"Right. Well…hmmm…I wish…I wish that I could walk in your shoes for…a week, and you in mine." Malfoy then added, quickly, "Out of curiosity."
"Curiosity killed the cat, Master," Hermione said darkly. F
"Yes, but satisfaction brought it back," he chuckled.
"I hate you."
"I love me, too." Malfoy grinned. "Are you going to grant the wish now?"
"I have a quick question. Why does everyone want to be someone else?"
"Because it's entertaining."
"Right."
"Grant the wish, Granger."
"Fine." A cloud of smoke swept over the room, and then, once again, everything went dark…
Author's Notes: Ok, so it's not long. But I wrote it all in 34 minutes. Claps for me.
Next chapter: the wish.
Future Events: Ship of HG/DM!
