Hey peeps. This is the Third Chapter. Hope you like the story so far! I'm
going to make it fairly long! Hagrid is included in this chapter. Sorry if
I don't get some of his pronunciations right. It was pretty hard. !!! is
now song lyrics.
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Chapter Three: Gentle Giants?
---Draco's POV---
'Draco, the mudblood's looking at you!' Pansy squealed. 'Isn't she a filthy little thing, Looking at you like that.'
'Pansy, just leave her alone. We should really stop fighting with the Gryffindors. It's quite useless,' Draco sighed. * Does she ever shutup?! *
'Draco, your father won't be happy if I tell him you're siding off with Granger. I'm not supposed to be saying this, but my mum told me you're having second thoughts on becoming a deatheater. I hate to blackmail you like this, but unless you pull yourself back in line, I'll tell your father.'
Draco didn't mind the slightest bit. While ever he was at Hogwarts he was safe, and he never got invited home for the holidays. Although Draco told himself he wasn't afraid, at the back of his mind were the words his father had whispered before he boarded the Hogwarts; 'I'm always in power. Don't forget that, Draco.'
'Draco,' whispered a voice. Draco swung around. 'Look, we stole all of this food off those stupid house elves.' Crabbe and Goyle smiled viciously, showing their revolting teeth.
'Crabbe, Goyle, don't involve me in your stupid little plans. I don't know if you've realized, but we're going to be late for our Care of Magical Creatures!' Draco drawled. He turned on his heel and ran towards Hagrid's Hut.
'Today we'll be learnin' abou' Scrases. Now, Scrases are gorgeous little crea'ures,' Hagrid grunted while opening a large cage. Inside were several revolting looking beasts. They were about as tall as bottle and were about 20 centimeters in length. They had long claws and menacing teeth. Instantly everybody took a step back. 'Beu'iful aren' they? Now, Scrases are native to Ireland, but can be found in Britain, Australia an' China. A full grown one, like this, is ten cen'ermeters in height, an' abou' twenny cen'ermeters long. Most wizards think that they're highly dangerous, load o' rubbish if you ask me! Gentle Giant's they are!' Hagrid petted the beast, but instantly jerked his hand back as it tried to take a swipe at him. 'Ahhh, yea, that can happen sometimes.' Hagrid stated. 'Now, at the end of the lesson you'll need some of this crème. The Scrase's scratch is poisonous. It won' have much effect you if you get minor scratches, but if a scrase attacks you, you might faint. So, be careful!'
'Now, today we're goin' to feed em'! Who can tell me wha' they eat?'
Hermione's hand shot up in the air.
''ermione?'
'Scrases feed on worms, and worms only. They have an extremely strict diet. Over feeding them, or feeding them the wrong type of food make them blow up like a giant balloon.'
'Grea' work, 10 points to Gryffindor!'
Hagrid put everyone into groups, and gave each group a Scrase each. Draco was put with Pansy and Goyle. They worked quickly and cautiously. Draco learnt that the Scrases claws were deadly. He had several cuts on his hands by the end the class.
'Bring your Scrases to me, an' I'll see 'ow well you've done. Mind you don' aggravate 'em!'
Draco carefully made his way to Hagrid, holding his Scrase carefully.
'Draco, I wanna do it, can I hold the beast?' Pansy whined.
'Whatever, Parkinson, just do it properly,' Draco replied.
Pansy smiled a smile full of malice. 'Yes Draco, of course.' Pansy tiptoed up to join the line. When she got near Hermione, Pansy purposely pretended to trip over Lavender's long robes, and went falling against Hermione.
Before anyone could do anything, the Scrase Pansy was holding leaped out of her ugly hands, and crashed into Hermione, sending it into a kind of panic attack.
---Hermione's POV---
Hermione swung around as the Scrase hit her. An incredible pain broke out under her left rib. The thing had bit her, and Hermione could feel its menacing teeth sink into her skin. She tried desperately to shake the creature off, but it only seemed to be making things worse.
''Ermione, stand still, it will eventually stop,' Hagrid shouted.
As much as Hermione respected Hagrid, it was times like these when she felt like biting his head off. Hagrid somehow injured someone with every one of his 'Gentle Giants.'
Hermione tensed up as the Scrase scratched and bit her flesh. By this time Harry and Ron were panicking. Draco stood perplexed as Hermione let out a faint scream, and fell to the ground.
'Get 'er to the Hospital Wing! 'Arry an' Ron, hurry!'
With that Harry and Ron grabbed Hermione by the arms and dragged her to the hospital wing.
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A few minutes later Hermione opened her eyes to see the blurred figure of Madame Pomfrey.
'She's awake! Hagrid really needs to choose his classes better. Hippogriffs, and now this! What is he thinking?' Madame Pomfrey bustled around Hermione, examining her various scars. 'Rest, that's what you need!'
Madame Pomfrey brought her a goblet of murky looking medicine. She cast a spell on Hermione, which made her body stop aching. All to soon Hermione had fallen fast asleep.
A day later Hermione stirred.
'Hermione, you're finally awake!' Harry smiled.
Hermione smiled. 'What's the day, have I missed any important lessons?'
'That's our Hermione,' Ron sighed. 'In answer to your questions, it's Wednesday.' Ron grinned. 'I'm sorry to say you've missed a whole lot of homework.'
'Ron! Come on, I want to get out of here,' Hermione staggered up.
'Miss Granger! You've awoken, finally,' Madame Pomfrey tottered over and began fussing over Hermione. She examined her many cuts, and once again put a spell on her, this time covering them up so it looked like nothing had happened. 'Now, you may leave. You may suffer severe headaches and exhaustion. Miss Granger, you will need rest. Go up to your dormitory right away.'
Hermione sighed but made her way to her common room anyway. Her legs were aching, and she felt pretty miserable. By the time she'd reached the portrait hole she was half asleep. She'd carried a full bag of heavy books from the hospital wing all the way to her dorm, which was a long way.
'Serpent and lioness,' Hermione sighed.
'What's wrong dear, had a rough day?' the skinny woman in the portrait asked. Hermione just nodded. The portrait hole swung open, and Hermione stumbled through it.
Her shoulder was aching from the weight of her books, and her cuts were stinging worse then ever. She collapsed on the couch. Hermione really hated doing nothing, so she reached for the packet of hair ties she had left on the table the morning of her attack, and started playing with her now extremely bushy hair. She braided it all around. Hermione had always wanted to do that, but she was never patient enough.
After quite some time, Hermione decided to trudge up to bed. She was extremely hungry, but really couldn't handle walking down to the Great Hall. She dragged her feet up the curling stairs, not realizing a certain platinum blond Slytherin was following her.
Hermione's foot suddenly caught on one of the steps, and she started falling backwards. Luckily Draco caught her, and once again stabilized her.
'Malfoy?'
'You know Granger, you really are quite clumsy,' Draco drawled in reply.
'Thanks,' Hermione squeaked and sped into her own room, putting together every ounce of energy she had left. Finally Hermione collapsed on her bed, and instantly fell fast asleep.
---Draco's POV---
Draco woke early in the morning. This had become a routine for him. He'd wake early, shower, do some homework and finally catch the end of breakfast.
When Draco reached the common room Hermione was already down there, her nose in a book, no surprises there.
'Good morning, Malfoy,' Hermione said.
Draco gave her an odd look. 'You're not usually down here this early.'
'Well, I couldn't sleep properly. I had a really bad headache,' Hermione sniffed. With that she rose from her seat and headed for her room.
Draco rolled his eyes. She could be so complicated at times. Draco busied himself in 'Transfiguration, A Simple Guide.' Time seemed to fly as Draco took notes from the book. Half an hour later Hermione skipped down the stairs. She obviously wasn't suffering too badly from the effects of Scrase bites.
'Back so soon,' Draco sighed.
Hermione threw him a disgusted look and began her normal morning spells.
First she dried her hair, straightened it, gave it a few soft curls, and then smiled to herself.
'What the hell are you doing, Granger?' Draco snapped.
'What does it look like, Malfoy? I'm doing my hair!' Hermione snapped back equally vicious.
She grabbed a magazine from the table called Witchy and flipped to the article on 'Braids.' Her magazine had finally arrived, and it contained the article she had been waiting for. She whispered the spell and her hair immediately stuck out at all directions. Not the desired result.
Draco burst out laughing. 'Granger, you look absolutely fantastic. Best I've seen you in a long time!'
Hermione completely ignored his comment, and tried the spell again. This time her hair formed the braids, although there was a lot of loose hair. Draco stopped laughing. After several more attempts Hermione's hair twisted into perfect braids. Draco found her hairstyle extremely sexy.
Hermione got up, and put her mascara and lipgloss, Draco watching her intently the whole time. She then threw the makeup aside and examined herself in the mirror.
'Still no good,' Hermione whispered to herself, and she turned to leave.
'Granger,' a voice called. It was Draco. 'You look fine.'
She smiled at him, and gave him a little wink. She then turned and left.
* That girl. She's so good looking. I must have her, but she's going to be hard to get. She probably doesn't return my feelings. One thing my father taught me. Never give up. *
---Hermione's POV---
Hermione wandered down to the Great Hall. She smiled as Harry and Ron came in to view.
'Hermione!' Harry cried.
'You'll never believe the news!' Ron added.
'We have a Quidditch match on TOMORROW! Talk about last minute warnings!' Harry said energetically.
'AND we're playing Slytherin, to make it a hundred times worse,' Ron sighed as an after thought.
'I'm sure you'll do fine, you always do,' Hermione said comfortingly. 'Well, I have to get to classes. Catch you two later.'
Hermione got a few comments from fashion gurus Lavender and Parvati, who insisted Hermione show them how to do the braids.
As she made her way to Transfiguration, Peeves decided to play a little trick. As Hermione turned a particularly sharp corner, he pushed her and she went flying forwards. Draco caught her again. He gave her a cheeky smirk.
'Have a nice trip?' He asked her.
'Fantastic,' she answered.
He smiled at her. 'Have a nice day, Hermione.'
!!!My head's full of thought
Thoughts of you
And I'm distracted so easy
Thinking what to do
So unsure, so unfamiliar
Am I wrong to think that something could happen
Will you fall for me
I need to know, the way I'd like you to
Baby, will you fall for me
The way I've fallen for you
I'm not like myself
And I'm playing the role of someone else
And my hearts beating so fast
I can't stop it
And I'm so unsure
So unfamiliar
Am I wrong to think that something could happen
Will you fall for me
The way I'd like you to
Will you fall for me
The way I've fallen for you
The way I've fallen for you
The way I've fallen for you
Fallen for, fallen for you
For you..
So unsure, so unfamiliar
Am I wrong to think,
That something could happen
Was I wrong to think I
Will you fall for me
The way I'd like you to
Will you fall for me
The way I've fallen for you
The way I've fallen for you
The way I've fallen for you!!!
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I hope you liked the third chapter. R&R! The new chapter is being planned as you read! If you review it will come faster. Motivate me peoples!
The lyrics are 'Will You Fall For Me' by 'Delta Goodrem.'
Smokintomfelton
PS: Any ideas are welcome! The more reviews the quicker I update.
MoNkEyPeRsOn456: Thank you! Yeah, I love Evanescence too! Thanks for your idea!
Arallahmenorah: Thanks! :
Oooo: Thanks to you too
sk8erpunkGCpnay: Thanks for your review! I'll try not to rush it. I'm aiming on making this story 30-40 chapters long, so I'm trying not to rush it!
Jlfkjnsdkl: Thanks so much for your review. I like the advice and I'll try to use it. In answer to your questions, at the moment I think I'm going to involve Voldemort, but that might change. As for your other question Lucius isn't in Azkaban.
Disclaimer: Everything you do recognize is J.K Rowling's; everything you don't recognize belongs to me.
Chapter Three: Gentle Giants?
---Draco's POV---
'Draco, the mudblood's looking at you!' Pansy squealed. 'Isn't she a filthy little thing, Looking at you like that.'
'Pansy, just leave her alone. We should really stop fighting with the Gryffindors. It's quite useless,' Draco sighed. * Does she ever shutup?! *
'Draco, your father won't be happy if I tell him you're siding off with Granger. I'm not supposed to be saying this, but my mum told me you're having second thoughts on becoming a deatheater. I hate to blackmail you like this, but unless you pull yourself back in line, I'll tell your father.'
Draco didn't mind the slightest bit. While ever he was at Hogwarts he was safe, and he never got invited home for the holidays. Although Draco told himself he wasn't afraid, at the back of his mind were the words his father had whispered before he boarded the Hogwarts; 'I'm always in power. Don't forget that, Draco.'
'Draco,' whispered a voice. Draco swung around. 'Look, we stole all of this food off those stupid house elves.' Crabbe and Goyle smiled viciously, showing their revolting teeth.
'Crabbe, Goyle, don't involve me in your stupid little plans. I don't know if you've realized, but we're going to be late for our Care of Magical Creatures!' Draco drawled. He turned on his heel and ran towards Hagrid's Hut.
'Today we'll be learnin' abou' Scrases. Now, Scrases are gorgeous little crea'ures,' Hagrid grunted while opening a large cage. Inside were several revolting looking beasts. They were about as tall as bottle and were about 20 centimeters in length. They had long claws and menacing teeth. Instantly everybody took a step back. 'Beu'iful aren' they? Now, Scrases are native to Ireland, but can be found in Britain, Australia an' China. A full grown one, like this, is ten cen'ermeters in height, an' abou' twenny cen'ermeters long. Most wizards think that they're highly dangerous, load o' rubbish if you ask me! Gentle Giant's they are!' Hagrid petted the beast, but instantly jerked his hand back as it tried to take a swipe at him. 'Ahhh, yea, that can happen sometimes.' Hagrid stated. 'Now, at the end of the lesson you'll need some of this crème. The Scrase's scratch is poisonous. It won' have much effect you if you get minor scratches, but if a scrase attacks you, you might faint. So, be careful!'
'Now, today we're goin' to feed em'! Who can tell me wha' they eat?'
Hermione's hand shot up in the air.
''ermione?'
'Scrases feed on worms, and worms only. They have an extremely strict diet. Over feeding them, or feeding them the wrong type of food make them blow up like a giant balloon.'
'Grea' work, 10 points to Gryffindor!'
Hagrid put everyone into groups, and gave each group a Scrase each. Draco was put with Pansy and Goyle. They worked quickly and cautiously. Draco learnt that the Scrases claws were deadly. He had several cuts on his hands by the end the class.
'Bring your Scrases to me, an' I'll see 'ow well you've done. Mind you don' aggravate 'em!'
Draco carefully made his way to Hagrid, holding his Scrase carefully.
'Draco, I wanna do it, can I hold the beast?' Pansy whined.
'Whatever, Parkinson, just do it properly,' Draco replied.
Pansy smiled a smile full of malice. 'Yes Draco, of course.' Pansy tiptoed up to join the line. When she got near Hermione, Pansy purposely pretended to trip over Lavender's long robes, and went falling against Hermione.
Before anyone could do anything, the Scrase Pansy was holding leaped out of her ugly hands, and crashed into Hermione, sending it into a kind of panic attack.
---Hermione's POV---
Hermione swung around as the Scrase hit her. An incredible pain broke out under her left rib. The thing had bit her, and Hermione could feel its menacing teeth sink into her skin. She tried desperately to shake the creature off, but it only seemed to be making things worse.
''Ermione, stand still, it will eventually stop,' Hagrid shouted.
As much as Hermione respected Hagrid, it was times like these when she felt like biting his head off. Hagrid somehow injured someone with every one of his 'Gentle Giants.'
Hermione tensed up as the Scrase scratched and bit her flesh. By this time Harry and Ron were panicking. Draco stood perplexed as Hermione let out a faint scream, and fell to the ground.
'Get 'er to the Hospital Wing! 'Arry an' Ron, hurry!'
With that Harry and Ron grabbed Hermione by the arms and dragged her to the hospital wing.
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A few minutes later Hermione opened her eyes to see the blurred figure of Madame Pomfrey.
'She's awake! Hagrid really needs to choose his classes better. Hippogriffs, and now this! What is he thinking?' Madame Pomfrey bustled around Hermione, examining her various scars. 'Rest, that's what you need!'
Madame Pomfrey brought her a goblet of murky looking medicine. She cast a spell on Hermione, which made her body stop aching. All to soon Hermione had fallen fast asleep.
A day later Hermione stirred.
'Hermione, you're finally awake!' Harry smiled.
Hermione smiled. 'What's the day, have I missed any important lessons?'
'That's our Hermione,' Ron sighed. 'In answer to your questions, it's Wednesday.' Ron grinned. 'I'm sorry to say you've missed a whole lot of homework.'
'Ron! Come on, I want to get out of here,' Hermione staggered up.
'Miss Granger! You've awoken, finally,' Madame Pomfrey tottered over and began fussing over Hermione. She examined her many cuts, and once again put a spell on her, this time covering them up so it looked like nothing had happened. 'Now, you may leave. You may suffer severe headaches and exhaustion. Miss Granger, you will need rest. Go up to your dormitory right away.'
Hermione sighed but made her way to her common room anyway. Her legs were aching, and she felt pretty miserable. By the time she'd reached the portrait hole she was half asleep. She'd carried a full bag of heavy books from the hospital wing all the way to her dorm, which was a long way.
'Serpent and lioness,' Hermione sighed.
'What's wrong dear, had a rough day?' the skinny woman in the portrait asked. Hermione just nodded. The portrait hole swung open, and Hermione stumbled through it.
Her shoulder was aching from the weight of her books, and her cuts were stinging worse then ever. She collapsed on the couch. Hermione really hated doing nothing, so she reached for the packet of hair ties she had left on the table the morning of her attack, and started playing with her now extremely bushy hair. She braided it all around. Hermione had always wanted to do that, but she was never patient enough.
After quite some time, Hermione decided to trudge up to bed. She was extremely hungry, but really couldn't handle walking down to the Great Hall. She dragged her feet up the curling stairs, not realizing a certain platinum blond Slytherin was following her.
Hermione's foot suddenly caught on one of the steps, and she started falling backwards. Luckily Draco caught her, and once again stabilized her.
'Malfoy?'
'You know Granger, you really are quite clumsy,' Draco drawled in reply.
'Thanks,' Hermione squeaked and sped into her own room, putting together every ounce of energy she had left. Finally Hermione collapsed on her bed, and instantly fell fast asleep.
---Draco's POV---
Draco woke early in the morning. This had become a routine for him. He'd wake early, shower, do some homework and finally catch the end of breakfast.
When Draco reached the common room Hermione was already down there, her nose in a book, no surprises there.
'Good morning, Malfoy,' Hermione said.
Draco gave her an odd look. 'You're not usually down here this early.'
'Well, I couldn't sleep properly. I had a really bad headache,' Hermione sniffed. With that she rose from her seat and headed for her room.
Draco rolled his eyes. She could be so complicated at times. Draco busied himself in 'Transfiguration, A Simple Guide.' Time seemed to fly as Draco took notes from the book. Half an hour later Hermione skipped down the stairs. She obviously wasn't suffering too badly from the effects of Scrase bites.
'Back so soon,' Draco sighed.
Hermione threw him a disgusted look and began her normal morning spells.
First she dried her hair, straightened it, gave it a few soft curls, and then smiled to herself.
'What the hell are you doing, Granger?' Draco snapped.
'What does it look like, Malfoy? I'm doing my hair!' Hermione snapped back equally vicious.
She grabbed a magazine from the table called Witchy and flipped to the article on 'Braids.' Her magazine had finally arrived, and it contained the article she had been waiting for. She whispered the spell and her hair immediately stuck out at all directions. Not the desired result.
Draco burst out laughing. 'Granger, you look absolutely fantastic. Best I've seen you in a long time!'
Hermione completely ignored his comment, and tried the spell again. This time her hair formed the braids, although there was a lot of loose hair. Draco stopped laughing. After several more attempts Hermione's hair twisted into perfect braids. Draco found her hairstyle extremely sexy.
Hermione got up, and put her mascara and lipgloss, Draco watching her intently the whole time. She then threw the makeup aside and examined herself in the mirror.
'Still no good,' Hermione whispered to herself, and she turned to leave.
'Granger,' a voice called. It was Draco. 'You look fine.'
She smiled at him, and gave him a little wink. She then turned and left.
* That girl. She's so good looking. I must have her, but she's going to be hard to get. She probably doesn't return my feelings. One thing my father taught me. Never give up. *
---Hermione's POV---
Hermione wandered down to the Great Hall. She smiled as Harry and Ron came in to view.
'Hermione!' Harry cried.
'You'll never believe the news!' Ron added.
'We have a Quidditch match on TOMORROW! Talk about last minute warnings!' Harry said energetically.
'AND we're playing Slytherin, to make it a hundred times worse,' Ron sighed as an after thought.
'I'm sure you'll do fine, you always do,' Hermione said comfortingly. 'Well, I have to get to classes. Catch you two later.'
Hermione got a few comments from fashion gurus Lavender and Parvati, who insisted Hermione show them how to do the braids.
As she made her way to Transfiguration, Peeves decided to play a little trick. As Hermione turned a particularly sharp corner, he pushed her and she went flying forwards. Draco caught her again. He gave her a cheeky smirk.
'Have a nice trip?' He asked her.
'Fantastic,' she answered.
He smiled at her. 'Have a nice day, Hermione.'
!!!My head's full of thought
Thoughts of you
And I'm distracted so easy
Thinking what to do
So unsure, so unfamiliar
Am I wrong to think that something could happen
Will you fall for me
I need to know, the way I'd like you to
Baby, will you fall for me
The way I've fallen for you
I'm not like myself
And I'm playing the role of someone else
And my hearts beating so fast
I can't stop it
And I'm so unsure
So unfamiliar
Am I wrong to think that something could happen
Will you fall for me
The way I'd like you to
Will you fall for me
The way I've fallen for you
The way I've fallen for you
The way I've fallen for you
Fallen for, fallen for you
For you..
So unsure, so unfamiliar
Am I wrong to think,
That something could happen
Was I wrong to think I
Will you fall for me
The way I'd like you to
Will you fall for me
The way I've fallen for you
The way I've fallen for you
The way I've fallen for you!!!
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I hope you liked the third chapter. R&R! The new chapter is being planned as you read! If you review it will come faster. Motivate me peoples!
The lyrics are 'Will You Fall For Me' by 'Delta Goodrem.'
Smokintomfelton
PS: Any ideas are welcome! The more reviews the quicker I update.