Pandemonium Chapter 12: Solving the Riddle and A New Class, a harry potter fanfic

Chapter Twelve

Solving The Riddle

A/n:
Kristun999: Thanks! Wow 20 min. That makes me feel special :) I must be doing something right. Good luck with your story too! It really stinks that you keep having to start over, three times especially! I think I would of gotten frustrated and broke something by then. Most likely the computer or my brother. Though breaking my brother would cause a lot of problems…it would solve more. Hehe :-p

0odr8co's'girl0o: Thanks! I thought it was funny too. Someone in my Bio class was talking about a rabid squirrel, which is where I got the idea, but then I thought, Draco was always making fun of her for her teeth, calling her a beaver or something. But I liked rabbit better because it rhymed sort of. Ooh. I wonder if the beaver teeth have anything to do with her Patronus (sp?) form. Hmmm.

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He chuckled softly to himself, not even looking at her. Hermione growled and picked up the nearest thing - a book - and chucked it at him.

It hit him square in the stomach and an oomph sounded along with some coughing then laughing.

Make that a rabid rabbit.

That boy infuriated her so much! She sat down at the Gryffindor house table and scooped some porridge into a bowl angrily. Harry and Ron gave her an odd look then decided it was probably something they should just let go, unless Hermione brought it up, that is.

They almost forgot she got stuck with Malfoy in a dormitory. Poor Hermione, they both thought. She had to deal with him everyday all year long, this anger routine would probably be almost daily.

Can you believe him!

She shouted, slamming down her spoon. The people surrounding them at their table and a few Ranvenclaws stopped and stared for a moment, before realizing it was only Hermione Granger on another rampage.

After all these years, after becoming head boy, he still had the ego the size of Britain! Can you believe he still had the nerve to make fun of me, to call me a rabid rabbit!

Harry and Ron tried their best not to laugh, despite how much they hated Malfoy; a rabid rabbit was kind of funny.

Do you want us to pound him for you 'Mione?

Ron piped up, happy because this might just be a reason to get into a fight. The girl turned and glowered at him, boys, always thinking of fighting!

No Ron, there will be no need too, I will think of my own revenge. And in the meantime, I have to go to the library for some quiet time to think over that blasted riddle.

Hermione stood up quickly and exited the hall, not looking back at the two boys, looking blankly in her direction.

Maybe they should follow her, Dumbledore did say she was very vulnerable right now; apparently she played some big role in the whole Voldemort thing, you know other then just being his friend.

But their stomachs rumbled, and it was daylight, they thought. No one would attack her during the daylight surely and right under Dumbledore's nose really. The library was just down the corridor.

Hermione reached the library without interruption and made her way to the back, towards a quiet table. Her fingers ran along the edge of the paper which held the riddle.

Today would be the day she would figure out who this fourth person was and get this all straightened out. No way over her dead body would she fall in love like this.

There was no way. Just no way.

Sitting down she pulled it out.

"On a starless night he shall follow,
In the dark one will wallow,

His savoir art thy be to thou,
In thy time 'o need,
Sadist once thought to be,
Will now be thy source of humble glee,
For thy savoir has an Angel's face,
And one of thy trio shall be in thy savior's love"

To her it looked like he would follow one of them, while the other was in the dark. But it didn't say what he would do then.

Then later he would be a savor to one or all of them, it didn't say. He was apparently thought to be a sadist but then make her or them happy. He has an Angels face and she would fall in love with him. This made no sense at all!

Well, well, well…what do we have here? The ugly duckling studying once more…or wait what's this - He grabbed the poem from Hermione's grasp - is this a love poem? Aw Granger how sweet.

On a starless night he shall follow,
In the dark one will wallow,

Draco chorus, one arm extended out as he chanted it. Hermione's anger grew and she grabbed it back from him.

Aw, you in a grouchy mood, rabbit?

Hermione glared at him, thinking of the many ways she'd just love to torture him.

Oh, sod off Malfoy. I don't need to hear your ridicule all hours of the day. Didn't I tell you that I wanted to avoid you as much as possible. The only time I will put up with you and your gigantic ego is for Head duties, and head duties only! Got it!

With her final words the girl grabbed her back, the poem and turned to leave. Oddly something was restraining her from walking any further. She turned to see a smirking Malfoy holding on to the end of her backpack.

Unfortunately for you then, Hermione, you'll have to put up with it. This is head duties.

He pulled a chair out for Hermione and pulled her into it before sitting down across from her. The angry expression on her face mellowed some, but only in curiosity to what he was talking about.

You stormed out this morning before I had a chance to give you the letter that came for you this morning from the old coot aka Dumbledore.

Malfoy shoved a piece of parchment at her as she glared. He is not an old coot! Her mind screamed. Damn Malfoy, damn him to hell.

Dear Miss Granger,
I am pleased to know you are doing well. I hope Misters Potter and Weasely are keeping a close eye on you but alas that is not the point of this letter. Do you remember on the train, you were told about promoting house unity and a dance? Well, Madam Pince and I agreed to give you and Mister Malfoy a room all to yourself in a library where you will spend one class period a day discussing ways to promote house unity, dances, and activities that you will be planning for Hogwarts students. I will be expecting a report of your progress from both of you at the end of each month. You can find a portrait of Madam Forlorn along the western wall. The password is 'Destined love' . You class schedule is also included in this letter. Have a good day and please do stay safe Miss Granger.

Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
Hogwart's Head Master.

Hermione groaned. Now she had to share a class period alone with Malfoy in some room and on top of it actually talk to him! This would be the death of her.

Thank you, Malfoy. I will be seeing you after Herbology then. Good day.

It was hard for her to keep her voice level. All she wanted to do right now was scream. Scream at Dumbledore for forcing her into this, scream at Malfoy for being a twit, and scream at Harry and Ron for…for just not caring enough, or something, anything.

Pulling out her class schedule once more she double checked it and saw she had Advanced Potions first, then Advanced Transfiguration, Ancient Runes and lastly the Heads Duties 'Class'. This would be one hell of a day.

Pushing open the door Hermione sat down in front, Harry and Ron just behind her. For once they were on time but knowing them they were probably just trying to be good on their first day back…somewhat good at least. For some odd reason Hermione had the feeling Potions class would start out with a bang.

And oh was she right.