Author's Notes : i was just in a writing mood... so heres chap 3!
sorry if you thought that i didnt put too much effort into this chap... cuz i wrote it in an hour LOL and it usually takes me about five hours to write it and make corrections
Harry stood up as Draco left after Hermione.
Something fishy is going on here… I just wish that I knew what it is.
Harry was about to follow after Draco, until he heard Professor McGonagall call him.
"Mr. Potter, Professor Dumbledore wants to see you in his office… now." McGonagall said strictly.
Harry walked up to Dumbledore's office, wondering why he needs him. It was the start of the school year, but he hasn't done anything…yet. And Voldemort is gone, so what does he need?
Harry defeated Voldemort that summer; he used Ginny again, and he threatened to kill her. If it had not been for Hermione, both he and Ginny would have both been dead. When Voldemort was about to Avada Ginny, Hermione got a mirror, and the curse bounced back onto Voldemort, killing him. He was very thankful for having Hermione in his life; she's like a sister to him; and seeing her acting… well, you know, with Draco was extremely disturbing.
When Harry reached the statue, he just noticed that he didn't know the password.
"Uhm… candy corn! No, jelly beans! No… I don't know! Chocolate flavored lizard legs!" Harry shouted. Fortunately, the gargoyle moved. Surprised, Harry went into Dumbledore's office. Harry loved Dumbledore's office: portraits of old Headmasters and Headmistresses hung upon the walls, old books scattered on the bookshelves, etc. Dumbledore's office is like a kid in a Quidditch store: it is filled with lots of cool things.
While Harry was taking in Dumbledore's office, Harry just noticed that he was staring right at him. Harry flushed.
"Sorry, Professor. I didn't see you there." Harry apologized, stroking Fawke's feathers absentmindedly.
"It's quite alright, Harry. I believe that you were just looking at my office; nothing to be ashamed off." Dumbledore smiled at him.
"Uhm… you wanted to see me, Professor?" Harry asked awkwardly. So much for stating the obvious.
"Yes, yes, Harry. Please, sit down, this might be a while." Dumbledore motioned his hand towards the chair as Harry sat down.
"Chocolate?" Dumbledore offered, handing him a plate of chocolate. This deeply reminded Harry of Professor Lupin.
"Yes, thank you." Harry took a piece of chocolate and bit a piece of it. Dumbledore looked at Harry, studying him.
"Harry, do you know why you're here?" Dumbledore asked him.
"No, sir." Harry shrugged.
"Harry, what did you think of the new students? From seventh year, of course." Dumbledore asked him. Harry looked up to him confusion. Why was he asking him this? Aren't the Heads, Hermione and Draco, supposed to be asked this?
"Uhm… They're okay, I guess. That Kingston guy seems nice, and that Evans girl seems pretty okay too. Not be rude or anything, Professor, but why are you asking me this?"
"Tell me, Harry. Do you like Ms. Evans?" Dumbledore asked seriously, dismissing Harry's question.
"Sure… but in a friendly way."
"You see Harry; I need you to do me a favor."
"Okay…?"
"I need you to keep an eye on Ms. Evans."
"Again, not to be rude or anything, but why?" Harry asked. Dumbledore looked at Harry in a sad way; he was not getting it.
"Harry, remember that one day, in your fifth year I believe, during Occlumency, you looked into Professor Snape's Pensieve?" Dumbledore asked.
Harry blushed, looking down, "Yes." He wondered how Dumbledore knew about him looking into Snape's Pensieve.
"Did you see your parents in his memory?" Harry looked up.
"Yes."
"Tell me, Harry, can you please tell me what your father and mother looked like."
"Well… Dad has black hair like mine. He also had hazel eyes. Uhm…" Harry said awkwardly; he has never told anyone about this before, and he felt like he was going to crack. "Mum had dark red hair and green eyes. She was really beautiful… Uhm…" Harry said calmly, trying not to break down in frustration and depression that he was talking about his parents.
"Yes she was, Harry." Dumbledore said, mostly to himself. Harry did not dare continue, for it was too hard for him to talk about his parents. There has been a long silence, both immersed into their thoughts.
"Harry, do you see any similarities between your parents and Ms. Evans?" Harry just looked at Dumbledore, who had a twinkle in his eyes. Why would he compare his parents to Maggie?
"Uhm… well Mum has red hair, and Maggie has red hair. Dad had hazel eyes and she has hazel eyes. She has…" Harry's eyes widened. Oh my Godric Gyffindor. Why hadn't he thought of it before?
"Professor…" Harry cracked.
"Is Maggie my…?" Harry didn't continue, but he just looked at Dumbledore in shock. Dumbledore nodded his head and smiled; Harry paled.
"Yes, Harry. Ms. Evans is your sister."
Draco left the Great Hall to look for Hermione. He didn't know why, but he just had to. When Draco was walking towards the dungeons, a hand grabbed out from behind him and quickly pulled him towards the dark empty corridor. When the hand let him go, Draco rubbed his shoulder in pain.
"Damn it, Granger. You have a strong grip." Draco complained. Hermione blushed.
"Anyway, why'd you bring me here? I know that your real intentions are to snog me senseless, but I'll pass." Draco said. Hermione just glared at him.
"Whatever, Malfoy. Anyway, I just wanted to congratulate you about what happened in the Hall." Hermione said calmly, although she blushed a tiny bit. Hermione couldn't believe what she just said. She was congratulating him? But, luckily, Draco didn't notice.
"Me? Granger, you should have seen what you did. You'd get an O for doing things like that here at Hogwarts… not that anyone would notice." Draco said smirking; he knew that Hermione was blushing, even when it was dark. Hermione shrugged; that was the nearest thing to a compliment that he could actually give.
"I never knew that you could do things like that, Granger. I just have to hand it to you. That was some damn good…" Draco stopped; he heard voices. Apparently, so did Hermione.
"Do you hear that?" Hermione asked him, leaning on the wall to take a closer look around the corner.
"…the way he was licking that strawberry…"
"Hmmm… I want some now…"
"…she winked at him!"
"…no, they couldn't possibly…"
"…it's just absurd…"
"…you saw it, didn't you?"
"…they were flirting!"
Draco smirked, while Hermione smiled. They knew that they were talking about them.
When the voices faded, Hermione straightened up a little. But as she straightened up, she blushed as she saw the position they were in. Draco's, who was still trying to still to what they were saying, head was right on top of hers. His arm was right behind her right shoulder, while his other arm was hanging limply to Hermione's left. Draco's body was close to Hermione's. All of a sudden, she felt really warm. Draco was still unaware of their position.
Draco strained to hear the voices, but he found out that they were gone. Draco sighed. Draco looked at Hermione, and saw her staring at him. She was blushing. Why was she blushing? Draco looked at their position and backed away. Draco coughed loudly. Hermione stood up.
"So…uhm… goodnight, Malfoy." Hermione stuttered. Hermione turned around as walked towards the staircase.
"'Night, Granger." Draco said quietly, as soon as she was out of sight.
Author's Notes : sorry that this chapter isnt much... i just wanted to get the "maggie" part done andi wanted draco and hermione to talk about what happened in the great hall and stuff...ForgottenNightmares, futuremoviemaker, and FlairVerona --- you guys were all correct! -gives huggles-
this isnt one of my best chaps/works, so i promise more excitement in the next chap!
in the upcoming chapter : what happens inside the slytherin common room? what does hermione think about nikko? what does harry do when he just found out that maggie was his long-lost sister that no one knew about?
please review for you like it, review if you dont like it, review if you love it, review if youre just bored, or just simply review because you're in the mood LOL
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