Hello! Many Thanks to my one and only reviewer. If it weren't for you,
there probably wouldn't be a second chappie.
Evil chocoholic git- Wuv ya! Thanks for reviewing. Sorry I took kinda long to update. *tosses chocolate bar to you* You're a good kid.
Disclaimer: Yes, I'm just a poor little girl who owns only her OC and pitiful plot.
Well, here goes.....
"Women are meant to be loved, not understood." ~Oscar Wilde
"....There are to be no students allowed in your rooms and every person deserves privacy when wanted. Here we are." Professor Dumbledore had stated a list of rules as long as the trip to the teachers' rooms. Hermione had only been half listening, which was a very un-Hermione like thing to do. She was trying to figure out how on Earth she was supposed to survive this year. Hermione had been looking forward to being in the place she loved, it was like (as Simon Cowell would say, for those of you who watch American Idol) a beautiful designer dress you just bought from the store, but when you took it home you found a rip in the back.
Draco was walking behind Hermione. Why was he following her? Was he planning new ways of tormenting her?
"See here." Said Professor Dumbledore, turning to the group of adults. He tapped the door with his fingernail seven times exactly. All the new teachers gasped with surprise as the wood on the spot where Professor Dumbledore had tapped twisted itself into a gnarled face of a woman.
"Password?" The face said in a scratchy voice.
"Acllusauctor Morbus" Replied Professor Dumbledore. The door swung open, revealing two hallways. "Our Care of Magical Creatures should know what that is."
Just then, Hermione realized Hagrid wasn't there. She wondered why.
"An Acllusauctor Morbus is an odd tiny and fuzzy creature that propels itself through the water using its miniscule webbed feet and the propeller atop its head. Be careful to stay away from the stinger, for if stung, one gets very sick with the chicken pox, flu, and large zits between the toes." Said the matter-of-fact voice of a woman Hermione couldn't see.
"Thank you, Miss Marticio. Now, women's rooms are in the right hall, men in the left. Choose whichever room tickles your fancy. Enjoy the quiet before the children arrive!"
The group swarmed into the hallways. As Hermione turned her head, she could see Draco looking straight at her, and she could see his eyes shining in the shadowed hallway until she could see him no longer.
Well, ya like? Anyone? I know, the quotes don't make sense, but they will soon enough. And I know this chappie was short, I haven't had time to think. Please review if you think this fic should live! I'll give you a cookie!
Evil chocoholic git- Wuv ya! Thanks for reviewing. Sorry I took kinda long to update. *tosses chocolate bar to you* You're a good kid.
Disclaimer: Yes, I'm just a poor little girl who owns only her OC and pitiful plot.
Well, here goes.....
"Women are meant to be loved, not understood." ~Oscar Wilde
"....There are to be no students allowed in your rooms and every person deserves privacy when wanted. Here we are." Professor Dumbledore had stated a list of rules as long as the trip to the teachers' rooms. Hermione had only been half listening, which was a very un-Hermione like thing to do. She was trying to figure out how on Earth she was supposed to survive this year. Hermione had been looking forward to being in the place she loved, it was like (as Simon Cowell would say, for those of you who watch American Idol) a beautiful designer dress you just bought from the store, but when you took it home you found a rip in the back.
Draco was walking behind Hermione. Why was he following her? Was he planning new ways of tormenting her?
"See here." Said Professor Dumbledore, turning to the group of adults. He tapped the door with his fingernail seven times exactly. All the new teachers gasped with surprise as the wood on the spot where Professor Dumbledore had tapped twisted itself into a gnarled face of a woman.
"Password?" The face said in a scratchy voice.
"Acllusauctor Morbus" Replied Professor Dumbledore. The door swung open, revealing two hallways. "Our Care of Magical Creatures should know what that is."
Just then, Hermione realized Hagrid wasn't there. She wondered why.
"An Acllusauctor Morbus is an odd tiny and fuzzy creature that propels itself through the water using its miniscule webbed feet and the propeller atop its head. Be careful to stay away from the stinger, for if stung, one gets very sick with the chicken pox, flu, and large zits between the toes." Said the matter-of-fact voice of a woman Hermione couldn't see.
"Thank you, Miss Marticio. Now, women's rooms are in the right hall, men in the left. Choose whichever room tickles your fancy. Enjoy the quiet before the children arrive!"
The group swarmed into the hallways. As Hermione turned her head, she could see Draco looking straight at her, and she could see his eyes shining in the shadowed hallway until she could see him no longer.
Well, ya like? Anyone? I know, the quotes don't make sense, but they will soon enough. And I know this chappie was short, I haven't had time to think. Please review if you think this fic should live! I'll give you a cookie!