Chapter 2 - DRACO MALFOY
The door to the trophy room flew open in a split second and Hermione paced in, but she froze to the spot when she learned of her surroundings. A pale-faced boy with cherry-brown hair was sprawled on the ground and sharp-pointed needles were circling his body and pricking him one after another. Another figure was standing dominantly over him and had his back to Hermione. It was Draco Malfoy, watching the event maliciously as if it were the circus, with his wand pointing at the tortured boy.
"Reverte Inito!" Bellowed Hermione, and the kid stopped moving and stared at the ceiling with outright relief. Malfoy turned suddenly, his cloak flying around his body, to find Hermione at the door and looking like Christmas had been canceled. Younger students that appeared to be first or second years were sitting fearfully in the desks and watching the drama that was occurring.
Hermione reached the boy and helped him rise, "What-are-you-doing?"
"Taking advantage of my Head Boy position." He replied fruitfully, "Did you have to come now? It was just getting fun."
"For heaven's sake, we don't attack the kids!" She said.
Malfoy ran his fingers through his sleek blond hair, "They deserve it, the wrongdoers. They are in detention, you know."
"Malfoy, do I have to remind you of a certain white ferret bouncing around every time you decide to attack innocent students?" Hermione sputtered. A few students in the class laughed out loud and started to distribute whispers to the confused kids.
Malfoy's expression told that he was an inch away from hexing Hermione with his wand aiming at her, because his eyes narrowed dangerously and one of his eyebrows rose up.
"Don't even think about it." Said Hermione casually and pointed her wand at him. When will he learn? She was getting quite tired of dealing with Malfoy almost every single day and telling him not to abuse anyone, but it never worked. How a whole year would pass like this, Hermione didn't know.
He rested his wand down and said, "I wasn't going to, you little twit."
"What's going on?" A firm voice alluded in the air. It was Ron.
"Nothing." She said, giving Malfoy a dirty look.
"Aaah." The thirsty expression was back on Malfoy's face as he surveyed Ron, "It's the weasel back from another hopeless quidditch practice.
"Shut it Malfoy." Spat Ron and then turned to Hermione, "Did you start counting the Hogsmeade slips?"
Hermione walked over to the massive desk toppled with numerous rolls of parchment, and began to sort them out. "No, I just got here."
Malfoy took a seat in the back of the trophy room and glared malevolently at Ron and Hermione as if he were planning something in his head.
As Ron told the Hogwarts students the instructions for their detention, Hermione approached Malfoy.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Sitting. It doesn't take a genius to figure that out." He said slyly.
"You're kidding yourself if you think we'll do all of the work," She signaled her figures to the wall frames around the room, "Since you love using your wand so much, you can clean all of the trophies in here."
"With pleasure." Replied Malfoy with a smile and got up shortly. Hermione's eyes widened as he uttered Cleaning spells at all the dusty trophies, because she had to admit that she was expecting him to refuse the order. Maybe I am good…
"Hermione!" Ron called out, and she walked to the desk again and took a seat beside him.
"What's up? What was Malfoy up to again?" Said Ron in a low voice.
"Just agonizing one of the kids, and then I stepped in the room and stopped it, and he was really disappointed." Said Hermione.
Ron laughed wildly, "Thank god you're Head Girl, what would happen to Hogwarts if you weren't?"
She grinned slightly, "And thank God that I don't have to deal with him alone. Bless Dumbledore for having 7th year prefects," she passed a checked off parchment to Ron, "So how was quidditch practice?"
"It was alright, even though Ginny got about 20 goals past me. I reckon we'll win the match against Ravenclaw next week, though."
Detention was over after a long amount of time, and Hermione escorted them back to their common rooms and see that they wouldn't wander off somewhere else. Then she returned to the trophy room and helped Ron with the slips.
It seemed like hours when the slips were done, and when they were, Malfoy still had a few trophies to go.
Hermione gave Ron a dignified look and said, "Let's help him."
"Do we have to? I was planning to unclean all of them." Said Ron, and snorted.
"Clerify!" She articulated with her wand producing green sparks against the trophies.
After a few minutes, they were finally done.
Malfoy was the first one to speak out, "No one asked for your help, Mudblood."
Hermione was used to this so much that she didn't even flinch, even though a vein in her head popped out, and ignored Malfoy as if he were the wall. With her back against them, she cleaned the last piece.
"Shut your mouth!" Said Ron, his eyes flashing.
Out of the blue, Malfoy yelled out a word and something tickling shot Hermione's back and she fainted.
The brilliant sunlight streaked through Hermione's eyes as she opened them. Her body was resting on a fluffy white bed in a vast room of other similar beds where other people were sleeping deeply. How did I get in the Hospital Wing?
"Finally! You're awake!" Exclaimed Ron, who was sitting on the velvet chair next to her bed. He had a mixed impression of worry and relief on his face and ate a Chocolate Frog lying on the mini desk on the other side of him.
"What happened?" Hermione declared while she pulled a bunch of her hair back.
"Malfoy got you. That little bastard." He uttered nastily.
"And…?"
"Then I hit him with the Freezing Curse and of course, he couldn't do anything after that. I tried to wake you up, but you wouldn't, so I got worried and took you here to Madam Pomfrey."
"What happened to Malfoy?" Hermione said curiously.
"Oh, he's probably in Dumbledore's office getting about a month's worth of detentions," Ron smirked, "I wonder what kind of spell that was, I've never seen it used before."
She rose up and sat on the bed, "I dunno, maybe a Fainting Hex?"
Ron got up as well, "Maybe. I have to go now, a pile of homework's waiting for me, unless you want to do it."
"Ok, and no." She stared at Ron disapprovingly.
"And thanks for waiting." Hermione added as an after thought.
Ron's ears turned bright pink, and then he left the room with one look behind.
Despite her tired nature, she smiled at Ron's sympathy.
The door to the trophy room flew open in a split second and Hermione paced in, but she froze to the spot when she learned of her surroundings. A pale-faced boy with cherry-brown hair was sprawled on the ground and sharp-pointed needles were circling his body and pricking him one after another. Another figure was standing dominantly over him and had his back to Hermione. It was Draco Malfoy, watching the event maliciously as if it were the circus, with his wand pointing at the tortured boy.
"Reverte Inito!" Bellowed Hermione, and the kid stopped moving and stared at the ceiling with outright relief. Malfoy turned suddenly, his cloak flying around his body, to find Hermione at the door and looking like Christmas had been canceled. Younger students that appeared to be first or second years were sitting fearfully in the desks and watching the drama that was occurring.
Hermione reached the boy and helped him rise, "What-are-you-doing?"
"Taking advantage of my Head Boy position." He replied fruitfully, "Did you have to come now? It was just getting fun."
"For heaven's sake, we don't attack the kids!" She said.
Malfoy ran his fingers through his sleek blond hair, "They deserve it, the wrongdoers. They are in detention, you know."
"Malfoy, do I have to remind you of a certain white ferret bouncing around every time you decide to attack innocent students?" Hermione sputtered. A few students in the class laughed out loud and started to distribute whispers to the confused kids.
Malfoy's expression told that he was an inch away from hexing Hermione with his wand aiming at her, because his eyes narrowed dangerously and one of his eyebrows rose up.
"Don't even think about it." Said Hermione casually and pointed her wand at him. When will he learn? She was getting quite tired of dealing with Malfoy almost every single day and telling him not to abuse anyone, but it never worked. How a whole year would pass like this, Hermione didn't know.
He rested his wand down and said, "I wasn't going to, you little twit."
"What's going on?" A firm voice alluded in the air. It was Ron.
"Nothing." She said, giving Malfoy a dirty look.
"Aaah." The thirsty expression was back on Malfoy's face as he surveyed Ron, "It's the weasel back from another hopeless quidditch practice.
"Shut it Malfoy." Spat Ron and then turned to Hermione, "Did you start counting the Hogsmeade slips?"
Hermione walked over to the massive desk toppled with numerous rolls of parchment, and began to sort them out. "No, I just got here."
Malfoy took a seat in the back of the trophy room and glared malevolently at Ron and Hermione as if he were planning something in his head.
As Ron told the Hogwarts students the instructions for their detention, Hermione approached Malfoy.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Sitting. It doesn't take a genius to figure that out." He said slyly.
"You're kidding yourself if you think we'll do all of the work," She signaled her figures to the wall frames around the room, "Since you love using your wand so much, you can clean all of the trophies in here."
"With pleasure." Replied Malfoy with a smile and got up shortly. Hermione's eyes widened as he uttered Cleaning spells at all the dusty trophies, because she had to admit that she was expecting him to refuse the order. Maybe I am good…
"Hermione!" Ron called out, and she walked to the desk again and took a seat beside him.
"What's up? What was Malfoy up to again?" Said Ron in a low voice.
"Just agonizing one of the kids, and then I stepped in the room and stopped it, and he was really disappointed." Said Hermione.
Ron laughed wildly, "Thank god you're Head Girl, what would happen to Hogwarts if you weren't?"
She grinned slightly, "And thank God that I don't have to deal with him alone. Bless Dumbledore for having 7th year prefects," she passed a checked off parchment to Ron, "So how was quidditch practice?"
"It was alright, even though Ginny got about 20 goals past me. I reckon we'll win the match against Ravenclaw next week, though."
Detention was over after a long amount of time, and Hermione escorted them back to their common rooms and see that they wouldn't wander off somewhere else. Then she returned to the trophy room and helped Ron with the slips.
It seemed like hours when the slips were done, and when they were, Malfoy still had a few trophies to go.
Hermione gave Ron a dignified look and said, "Let's help him."
"Do we have to? I was planning to unclean all of them." Said Ron, and snorted.
"Clerify!" She articulated with her wand producing green sparks against the trophies.
After a few minutes, they were finally done.
Malfoy was the first one to speak out, "No one asked for your help, Mudblood."
Hermione was used to this so much that she didn't even flinch, even though a vein in her head popped out, and ignored Malfoy as if he were the wall. With her back against them, she cleaned the last piece.
"Shut your mouth!" Said Ron, his eyes flashing.
Out of the blue, Malfoy yelled out a word and something tickling shot Hermione's back and she fainted.
The brilliant sunlight streaked through Hermione's eyes as she opened them. Her body was resting on a fluffy white bed in a vast room of other similar beds where other people were sleeping deeply. How did I get in the Hospital Wing?
"Finally! You're awake!" Exclaimed Ron, who was sitting on the velvet chair next to her bed. He had a mixed impression of worry and relief on his face and ate a Chocolate Frog lying on the mini desk on the other side of him.
"What happened?" Hermione declared while she pulled a bunch of her hair back.
"Malfoy got you. That little bastard." He uttered nastily.
"And…?"
"Then I hit him with the Freezing Curse and of course, he couldn't do anything after that. I tried to wake you up, but you wouldn't, so I got worried and took you here to Madam Pomfrey."
"What happened to Malfoy?" Hermione said curiously.
"Oh, he's probably in Dumbledore's office getting about a month's worth of detentions," Ron smirked, "I wonder what kind of spell that was, I've never seen it used before."
She rose up and sat on the bed, "I dunno, maybe a Fainting Hex?"
Ron got up as well, "Maybe. I have to go now, a pile of homework's waiting for me, unless you want to do it."
"Ok, and no." She stared at Ron disapprovingly.
"And thanks for waiting." Hermione added as an after thought.
Ron's ears turned bright pink, and then he left the room with one look behind.
Despite her tired nature, she smiled at Ron's sympathy.