I'm not JK Rowling. I think you'll have geussed that by the time you read this, but Oh Well.
Just read it.
CHAPTER 3
Hermione was sitting in an armchair trying to do her Astronomy homework. Her head hurt. Lavender and Paravati had been talking about the Yule Ball all day. Snatches of their conversation drifted over from their huddle in the far corner. "Oh, he's.... really?..... I can't wait!"
She rolled her eyes. Lavender was going with Seamus, but Paravati wasn't telling who she was going with. She expected everyone to be hanging on her every word trying to find out who the mystery person was. She was sick of Paravati. And Lavender, too, for that matter. Closing her astronomy book with a snap, she got up and walked over to the portrait hole, not really sure where she wanted to go.
She was still thinking about it as she left, almost running into Draco Malfoy.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, surprised, and rather crabby.
"Very hospitable the mudb- Granger- is today," Draco sneered. He wasn't going to call her Hermione, curse or not.
Hermione glared at him a second, then tried again. "What do you want?"
Draco grinned lazily, and then finally told her. "A curse."
"Try the library," Hermione sneered.
"I did. Have you ever tried to look for something with Madame Pince breathing down you neck? I was hoping... I decided I might as well talk to you at least once before Christmas. Do you have any curses I can use?"
Hermione raised her eyebrows at him. "A curse? Who for?"
"Pansy."
"Curses aren't exactly my specialty, you know." Hermione told him. "And what makes you think I'd help you, even if I could?"
Hermione really was curious about this. Why in the world was Malfoy being nice all of the sudden? It wasn't exactly like him. But she really had nothing better to do.
"All right," she told him. "Wait."
She ran back into the common room, whispering the password so Draco wouldn't hear. Harry and Ron looked up.
"Back a bit early?" Ron asked.
"Forgot a book," Hermione answered. She wasn't about to tell either of them that she was helping Draco Malfoy.
"Took you a while to figure that out," Ron yelled at her back as she disappeared up the stairs to the girls' dorms.
Hermione looked around the room as she entered the 6th year dorm. Curses.... She walked over to the bookshelf by her four poster bed, which was packed with rather dusty leather bound books. She pulled out Easy Curses, Olde Curses, A Wizard's Guide to Pranks and More Serious Curses, and her Defense against the Dark Arts books, since they sometimes told how to do the curses you were defending yourself against.
She walked back through the common room, a bit bent under her load of books.
"Forgot more than one book, I see," Ron said as she climbed back out of the portrait hole.
Draco raised his eyebrows as she dumped the pile of books at his feet. "Went a bit overboard, do you think?"
Hermione glared at him. "Do you want me to help you or not?"
"No, no, sorry," Draco said quickly. "Is there someplace we can go to look at these?"
"Er..." Hermione said, trying to think of somewhere.
"I know," said Draco suddenly. "Come on."
Hermione followed him as he went down hallways, and turned around corner after corner until her head started spinning. Finally they stopped at a door that led to a long winding staircase.
"You might want to take a breather," Draco told her. "It's a long way up."
"Where are you taking me, anyway?" Hermione asked.
Draco shrugged. "Just come with me."
You are the most idiotic person, Hermione Granger, Hermione was telling herself as she followed him up the stairs. Why are you helping one of your worst enemies, anyway? And why is he being nice? Where in the world is he taking me, anyway?
Her questions were answered as they emerged into a dusty tower room.
They left footprints in the inch of dust, and cobwebs brushed her face. Draco whispered the Lumos spell, changing the previously dark room into a round stone chamber. It looked as though it hadn't been used in years- there weren't any footprints other than their own in the dust, and the three gothic windows where practically covered in cobwebs.
Draco looked slightly embarrassed. "It... Hasn't been used in a while," he told her
"What is it?" Hermione asked.
"The old astronomy tower. It hasn't been used since the Ministry built the new one, with the money they should have used on making A Dark Arts class." You could hear the sneer in his voice.
Hermione winced. He had been being so nice! "Oh." She said. She stood there for a second and then opened one of her books.
OK. So its not that exciting.. Review any way. Maybe I'll think of an actual plot. More amazing things have happened.
Just read it.
CHAPTER 3
Hermione was sitting in an armchair trying to do her Astronomy homework. Her head hurt. Lavender and Paravati had been talking about the Yule Ball all day. Snatches of their conversation drifted over from their huddle in the far corner. "Oh, he's.... really?..... I can't wait!"
She rolled her eyes. Lavender was going with Seamus, but Paravati wasn't telling who she was going with. She expected everyone to be hanging on her every word trying to find out who the mystery person was. She was sick of Paravati. And Lavender, too, for that matter. Closing her astronomy book with a snap, she got up and walked over to the portrait hole, not really sure where she wanted to go.
She was still thinking about it as she left, almost running into Draco Malfoy.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, surprised, and rather crabby.
"Very hospitable the mudb- Granger- is today," Draco sneered. He wasn't going to call her Hermione, curse or not.
Hermione glared at him a second, then tried again. "What do you want?"
Draco grinned lazily, and then finally told her. "A curse."
"Try the library," Hermione sneered.
"I did. Have you ever tried to look for something with Madame Pince breathing down you neck? I was hoping... I decided I might as well talk to you at least once before Christmas. Do you have any curses I can use?"
Hermione raised her eyebrows at him. "A curse? Who for?"
"Pansy."
"Curses aren't exactly my specialty, you know." Hermione told him. "And what makes you think I'd help you, even if I could?"
Hermione really was curious about this. Why in the world was Malfoy being nice all of the sudden? It wasn't exactly like him. But she really had nothing better to do.
"All right," she told him. "Wait."
She ran back into the common room, whispering the password so Draco wouldn't hear. Harry and Ron looked up.
"Back a bit early?" Ron asked.
"Forgot a book," Hermione answered. She wasn't about to tell either of them that she was helping Draco Malfoy.
"Took you a while to figure that out," Ron yelled at her back as she disappeared up the stairs to the girls' dorms.
Hermione looked around the room as she entered the 6th year dorm. Curses.... She walked over to the bookshelf by her four poster bed, which was packed with rather dusty leather bound books. She pulled out Easy Curses, Olde Curses, A Wizard's Guide to Pranks and More Serious Curses, and her Defense against the Dark Arts books, since they sometimes told how to do the curses you were defending yourself against.
She walked back through the common room, a bit bent under her load of books.
"Forgot more than one book, I see," Ron said as she climbed back out of the portrait hole.
Draco raised his eyebrows as she dumped the pile of books at his feet. "Went a bit overboard, do you think?"
Hermione glared at him. "Do you want me to help you or not?"
"No, no, sorry," Draco said quickly. "Is there someplace we can go to look at these?"
"Er..." Hermione said, trying to think of somewhere.
"I know," said Draco suddenly. "Come on."
Hermione followed him as he went down hallways, and turned around corner after corner until her head started spinning. Finally they stopped at a door that led to a long winding staircase.
"You might want to take a breather," Draco told her. "It's a long way up."
"Where are you taking me, anyway?" Hermione asked.
Draco shrugged. "Just come with me."
You are the most idiotic person, Hermione Granger, Hermione was telling herself as she followed him up the stairs. Why are you helping one of your worst enemies, anyway? And why is he being nice? Where in the world is he taking me, anyway?
Her questions were answered as they emerged into a dusty tower room.
They left footprints in the inch of dust, and cobwebs brushed her face. Draco whispered the Lumos spell, changing the previously dark room into a round stone chamber. It looked as though it hadn't been used in years- there weren't any footprints other than their own in the dust, and the three gothic windows where practically covered in cobwebs.
Draco looked slightly embarrassed. "It... Hasn't been used in a while," he told her
"What is it?" Hermione asked.
"The old astronomy tower. It hasn't been used since the Ministry built the new one, with the money they should have used on making A Dark Arts class." You could hear the sneer in his voice.
Hermione winced. He had been being so nice! "Oh." She said. She stood there for a second and then opened one of her books.
OK. So its not that exciting.. Review any way. Maybe I'll think of an actual plot. More amazing things have happened.