Wow sorry guys for the long wait! I've been hetic over my six assignments all due mid-june and they range from fils, to paintings, to analitacal (sp?) essays. Ugh. (My word of the week!) Anyway I hope you enjoy this...You find something out very interesting about Hermione this chapter too! Now please, read, review and enjoy!
xx ShadowSilverWolf xx
Chapter Four: Detention
"Now for your…detention Miss Granger and Mr. Malfoy, re-cover these leather books and seal them with this," Madame Pince held up several tubes labelled 'Clean-hearts glue for YOU! The tubes filled with strengthening liquid to make sure those books are in tip top shape!' "And," she added, "NO Magic, actually, hand over your wands now!"
"What!" I quietly protested, clutching my wand for dear life with both of my hands, "You can't take away our wands… what if some one like Voldemort tries to get us, or if some Slytherins try and get me? I mean Madame Pince this is totally unethical, it's insane! If I don't have my wand then I feel like I've been stripped of all my defences and left all alone and vulnerable, I couldn't take that Madame Pince, do I have to hand over my wand, I won't use it to do my detention or anything of the sort…" I trailed off, realising that I sounded completely stupid, not to mention like a little kid being deprived of her favourite toy.
"Shut up Granger and hand it over already, I want to get this over and done with before Christmas comes…" Malfoy rudely cut in, he had already handed over his wand and now was collecting leather, a tube and several books to begin repairing.
"Yes Miss Granger, please don't make me give you another detention." Madame Pince pointedly ordered, holding out her hand as I unwillingly handed over my last defence against Draco Malfoy.
"I will come back at one in the morning, if you haven't completed this task by then you'll both come back again tomorrow night and continue until you do finish!" and with that last remark, Madame Pince exited with a flail of her long billowing cloak.
Sighing, I turned back to the rather vast pile of tubes, books and mounds of leather. Collecting a few of the three items I settled myself into a corner table, preparing myself for the night I was about to endure.
"Repairo!" a voice rang out and echoed throughout the library. A swish of paper and material soon followed suit.
"Applicaté!" the voice cried out again, squirting sounds now replaced the swishing noises.
"What the name of Merlin is that?" I muttered, immediately standing up and racing over to where I last heard the noises coming from.
I immediately regretted coming out of my corner, because as soon as I appeared from behind a tall, lengthily book shelf I was suddenly a living target. Books and leather flew fiercely at me from all angles, tubes and ink bottles of all sorts chased me as the released sprays of the sticky liquid. I had a feeling someone was watching me; a tingling sensation entered my body just before I was finally squirted with strengthening liquid.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed loudly, my arms jumped up to reach the mess the lay on top of my head. However as my hands felt my hair I realized that not only did my hair not get squirted with any strengthening liquid but also my hair was incredibly soft and sleek.
"What on Merlin's hairy back is going on?" I wondered out loud, still unsure about what happened with my hair.
"Well firstly, I think that you're meant to say 'what in Merlin's name is going on here?' and secondly, I just saved you from utter humiliation, not that you don't suffer any around Hogwarts already." A voice came from behind me, it seemed arrogantly and the person's tone seemed to presently wash over me.
Who the hell?
…Malfoy…
I snorted ungracefully, "You? Save me? As if you would! Why in, how you say, 'in Merlin's name' would you want to do that?" sighing, I swivelled rapidly around to face nothing more than the shadows, "how did you do that magic any way? I mean… she took our wands!"
"Granger, do me one favour and shut up. I saved you because I want my Transfiguration homework done, I'm sick of that prune like," Malfoy smirked, "ugly," he held up his wand impiously, "old bat telling me what to do! Batius!" and with that, millions of tiny little bats flew out the tip of his wand and directed a full blow attack on me.
"Malfoy! Stop them! Stop it! Ah! Get away! Get them away!" I shrieked, my voice echoed to an ear splitting scream.
"Granger, if you don't be quiet you'll be asking for danger, from Snape, Madame Pince or even Filch…" The blonde sixth year muttered, flicking his wand and all of a sudden, the bats evaporated with little puffs of creamy white smoky clouds.
"Ugh, now how is it really possible to hand over your wand to Madame Pince and then half an hour later you're skipping the physical labour and flicking your wand here and there?" I queried, rubbing my hand on my forehead frustrated.
"Well, well, well, the smartest witch in school doesn't know the answer to the simplest question… Can't you bake cookies either?" Malfoy jeered monotonously, his face twisted ever so slightly into a malevolent, sinister expression.
"Just answer me Ferret before I tell Madame Pince that you stole back your wand to take the easy way in detention."
"Who said she didn't have my wand?"
"But-"
"Duplication mud blood… cloning… hoodwinking the Librarian… does that make any sense to you?"
"How did you-"
"How may you ask?" Malfoy laughed "Magic, my pathetic puny piglet, just a tap of my wand, a mutter of several words and ta-da! A duplication of my actual wand."
"So you gave the copy of your wand to Madame Pince then?"
"Obviously Granger, you see, it's the first rule of the Slytherin Code, never give your wand away."
"I would have thought it was 'bully muggle borns and act like you have a horn up your arse'…" I muttered bitterly as I blushed at my foolishness.
"Now, I'm almost done over here, what about you Bookworm?" Malfoy called, I hadn't noticed that he had disappeared only to have continued his detention voluntarily.
I glanced over at the only one I had started, and not yet finished before changing the subject back to some pointless matter.
"What about my hair? How come it's well…so…soft and silk like?" I inquired wildly, again touching the gentle mass of wavy sleek hair that was so unlike the hair I had entered the Library with before.
"I'm guessing it was a back fire with the spell I preformed; however I just cast powerfully removed the spell and then, that happened. Which really means, someone had put that bushy haired spell onto you and you never really noticed it?" Malfoy concluded plainly, arching one of his eyebrows strangely.
"What!"
Malfoy sighed plainly, "In simple words Granger, someone placed a strong entwining spell onto your hair and it was never reversed- until now of course." He concluded ever so blandly, flicking back several wispy blond hairs out of his thin pale face.
"But who would do that? I mean why?" I inquired incredulously, as my eyes lingered on those very few loose strands that had escaped his elegant hands. If he wasn't a Malfoy Slytherin git, one could almost call him handsome.
What the hell are you playing at Hermione! For all you know he could've been the one that cast that dreaded 'entwining spell' on you! Divert your eyes! Divert your eyes!
With that, my eyes and my head quickly swung around and unfortunately, not being the most co-ordinated of people at Hogwarts, I crashed right into a heavy oak chair that was located over a foot away from me beforehand. I squealed gracelessly as I tumbled onto the bare marble floor, the pain seeped through my muscles, predominately my leg and behind ones.
"Ugh, that was a fall I could've down without…" I groaned maladroitly, rolling over facing a very unimpressed snobby sixth year.
"I'm starting to believe this transformation is going to be impossible, even for the wondrous and intelligent I." the ferret sighed impatiently, "Well, what are you waiting for? Get up - and try to do it somewhat gracefully and try not to show what you're feeling." Upon seeing the confusion on my face he continued, "I need to see how hard this is going to be worthless bookworm."
I guess Malfoy is really serious about this whole 'teach me how to be emotionless' thing… I hope he can do it…
Why isn't he more concerned about his 'I hate Gryffindor Mudbloods' reputation that he is at the present moment?
I don't know, I think he should be more concerned about the large broomstick that's stuck up his arse if you'd ask me…
"Fine…" I grunted despite Malfoy's annoyed hiss of resentment for my grunted communicational habits.
Struggling ungracefully, I lifted myself gradually off the ground. It was harder than I thought really, this is so stupid, I don't need to prove that I'm graceful!
I readjusted my slightly askew uniform until it settled perfectly - just as usual. My eyes immediately met those of the arrogant Draco Malfoy, looking almost bemused at my unsuccessful attempt to look graceful and emotionless.
"Well, you are a disaster, throughout getting off the ground, you thought this was stupid and harder to do than you thought- didn't you?"
"Ugh, I did better than I thought then… now come on I want to have this over and done with tonight Malfoy." I burbled loudly, picking up a half empty tube of strengthening liquid and some leather as I walked away from the platinum blonde haired sixth year.
Did you like it? I love writing this story... I've kind of gave up on You Never Know you see haha. Now REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!
xx ShadowSilverWolf xx
