Alright! Another chappie! I hope you like it! Thank you to everyone who reviewed. I love comments and criticism on what I write.
Isis3110: Why thank you. I like your work too.
Hermoine-Granger17: I hope this chapter will explain what happened to Ron.
Brilover: Hmm... I actually don't know what'll happen in the future. I just write 'em, lol. You would think that would mean I would know what will happen, but truly, it doesn't.
King Harold: I don't know if the pairing will stick or not. Still working that out.
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After a few minutes of wandering the halls blindly, hoping to stumble across the Gryffindor dormitories, Draco Malfoy realised the folly of his actions. None of the gryffindors would be caught dead out in the halls this late at night. In fact, he shouldn't be out here, especially holding Granger.
He knocked on the door of Myrtle's bathroom, hoping she wasn't there. He was lucky, and as he deposited Granger in a stall and took his cloak from her, he felt some what bad for just leaving her there. Shaking himself, he left and returned to his own room.
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Hermoine Granger was awoken with a shrill screech from Myrtle. She shot up and banged her head on the toilet paper holder. Looking around, she realized where she was, but could not remember how on earth she had gotten there. Sighing, she straightened her clothes and left the bathroom and Myrtle's impertinent questions as to how she had gotten there and what she thought she was doing.
By the time that Hermoine reached the common room, people were starting to get up and get ready for class. She grabbed a shower before changing into her uniform and gathering her school supplies.
"Oi! 'Moine!" Someone called as she crossed the common room. She turned to see Ron and Harry.
"Hello boys." She replied.
"Heading down to the Great Hall for breakfast?" Harry asked. Hermoine nodded and Ron grinned.
"Great. We were just heading down there too." He said as they started on their way down.
In the Great Hall, Hermoine nibbled on toast, wondering what had happened last night. She couldn't remember anything after her nightmare. She scanned the tables absentmindedly and was surprised to find Draco looking at her in a peculiar fashion. What was he about? She wondered.
Suddenly, the scenes from the night before in the library flashed before her eyes and she turned beet red. Dra-Malfoy grinned and Hermoine quickly turned back to the toast on her plate. Harry and Ron were talking about Quidditch and Potions, so they paid no heed to Hermoine's quick turning or her sudden blush. By the time that they even looked at her, she had calmed down and was managing to not think of Draco and last night. Or, at least, that's what she kept telling herself.
They all had potions first. Double potions, at that, and then DADA. After lunch, Hermoine had Muggle Studies while Ron and Harry had Divination with that fake fortune-teller.
Making their way to the dungeons of Hogwarts with her friends, Hermoine reflected yet again on Malfoy's niceness to her. She remembered half-waking and what he had done. She also remembered him giving her his cloak, and he must have been the one who put her in the washroom rather than leave her in the library to be caught and given a detention. All in all, the night before, he had acted very un-Malfoy.
They had reached the potions classroom and seated themselves at the back, as was their habit. Professor Snape whisked in and began immediately by tarting a note, without the use of the blackboard, forcing students to pay complete attention to get the full information. He seemed to be in a sour mood and caught two Gryffindors passing notes within the first ten minutes. He took ten points from them and made them read the note out loud. It had been a note to arrange a date... needless to say, the two students were mortified by the time they sat back down. After that, they had a very intense potion to make that involved quite a few steps and precise measurements. By the time that was done, most students were very stressed and Hermoine's hair had become even more frizzy than normal. Another note and an essay assignment later, they were done class and on their way to Defence Against the Dark Arts.
This year it was being taught by a very muggle-like teacher name Professor Eros. She seemed to know what she was doing, even though she did suffer from blonde moments every now and again. She also seemed to harbour an extreme dislike for the Slytherins, which was most excellent in the books of the other students. Professor Eros was a rather short woman, with meticulous dirty blond hair and grey-ish blue eyes. She was of average size and one got the impression that she was a bouncy person. Entering the classroom, Hermoine, Harry, and Ron sat in the front, to the right. They were the first ones there, but other Gryffindors and Slytherins started pouring in soon enough, along with a few Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws. They all shared classes now, since the whole year did not take the same things.
Today, however, Professor Eros did not appear. Instead, another woman entered. She had shoulder-length brown hair that was held in two braids and hazel eyes. Freckles dotted her face, and she stood tall and proud. She was of average height, but rather slim and considerably well endowed for her slimness. The shirt she wore was a black tank top with spaghetti straps and tan trousers. The robe she wore was green, and left open. She looked very young, around seventeen, sixteen, and when she spoke, she had an odd accent.
"Hello students. Your regular teacher, Miss Eros, could not be here today for health reasons. I shall be filing in for her. You may call me Miss Komadori." She smiled to reveal even white teeth.
"Actually, we refer to our teachers as Professors, but I wouldn't expect and American to understand." Someone said from the back. The students whirled in their seats to find that it was Draco Malfoy who had spoken, surprise surprise. The teacher seemed to have a very odd reaction. She smiled evilly and approached the back of the class.
"I am not American, I am Canadian. If you ever call me that again, or even insinuate it, you shall heartily wish that you had not. Might I also remind you, Mister Malfoy, that speaking out of turn is not permitted. Twenty points from Slytherin." She said and returned to the front of the class. "If you wish to call me Professor Komadori, I shall accept that. Now, the first thing we shall do it review boggarts." With a flick of her wand, the textbooks opened to the correct page. "Misters Potter and Weasley, please do not pass notes. Ten points each from Gryffindor. Misters Zambini, Crabbe and Goyle, stop snickering, I can hear you from here. Seven points each from Slytherin. Miss Abbot, please read from the second paragraph, page seventy-one."
How did she do it? Hermoine wondered as she followed along in her textbook. She knew every student's name without looking at a seating plan or anything. She also caught people right as they began to do things.
"Miss Granger, please continue where Miss Abbot has left off." Professor Komadori said and Hermoine read as requested. Halfway through a long word, the teacher stopped her.
"That is enough. Some of my students are falling asleep from the boring trash they stick in this textbook." The teacher said. Half of the students gaped at her and her language. "I am under the impression that you have preciously faced a Bogart. Therefor, I am assuming that you all know the counter spell. If you do not, I suggest asking your resident bookworm, Miss Granger. You have five minutes to prepare before I shall release the Bogart."
There was a mad rush as students made their way to Hermoine. Over the noise, the professor made it known to Draco that he was to come and speak with her. He did as was asked, though he walk slowly.
"Mister Malfoy, you are not a camel. Perhaps you should stop walking like one." Professor Komadori said to him. A few people that overheard laughed and Draco walked slightly faster.
"What?" He snarled when he reached her.
"Try saying that again in a nicer tone, Mister Malfoy, and I might acknowledge it." She replied.
"What?" He said again, this time a little less snarly.
"I must warn you that if you continue this behaviour, I shall reward it with a detention. Also, I would have you go first to face the Bogart. Is that alright with you?" She asked.
A flicker of something like fear flickered across Draco's face before it became a smirk once again. "Certainly."
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A/N: Yes, my sad little attempt at a cliff hanger. Go me! Anyways, Read and Review, PLEASE review! I like to know what people think, even if it's different from what I think. I promise to update soon! First, though, I have to figure out what Draco's greatest fear is.. Hmm....
Isis3110: Why thank you. I like your work too.
Hermoine-Granger17: I hope this chapter will explain what happened to Ron.
Brilover: Hmm... I actually don't know what'll happen in the future. I just write 'em, lol. You would think that would mean I would know what will happen, but truly, it doesn't.
King Harold: I don't know if the pairing will stick or not. Still working that out.
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After a few minutes of wandering the halls blindly, hoping to stumble across the Gryffindor dormitories, Draco Malfoy realised the folly of his actions. None of the gryffindors would be caught dead out in the halls this late at night. In fact, he shouldn't be out here, especially holding Granger.
He knocked on the door of Myrtle's bathroom, hoping she wasn't there. He was lucky, and as he deposited Granger in a stall and took his cloak from her, he felt some what bad for just leaving her there. Shaking himself, he left and returned to his own room.
- - -
Hermoine Granger was awoken with a shrill screech from Myrtle. She shot up and banged her head on the toilet paper holder. Looking around, she realized where she was, but could not remember how on earth she had gotten there. Sighing, she straightened her clothes and left the bathroom and Myrtle's impertinent questions as to how she had gotten there and what she thought she was doing.
By the time that Hermoine reached the common room, people were starting to get up and get ready for class. She grabbed a shower before changing into her uniform and gathering her school supplies.
"Oi! 'Moine!" Someone called as she crossed the common room. She turned to see Ron and Harry.
"Hello boys." She replied.
"Heading down to the Great Hall for breakfast?" Harry asked. Hermoine nodded and Ron grinned.
"Great. We were just heading down there too." He said as they started on their way down.
In the Great Hall, Hermoine nibbled on toast, wondering what had happened last night. She couldn't remember anything after her nightmare. She scanned the tables absentmindedly and was surprised to find Draco looking at her in a peculiar fashion. What was he about? She wondered.
Suddenly, the scenes from the night before in the library flashed before her eyes and she turned beet red. Dra-Malfoy grinned and Hermoine quickly turned back to the toast on her plate. Harry and Ron were talking about Quidditch and Potions, so they paid no heed to Hermoine's quick turning or her sudden blush. By the time that they even looked at her, she had calmed down and was managing to not think of Draco and last night. Or, at least, that's what she kept telling herself.
They all had potions first. Double potions, at that, and then DADA. After lunch, Hermoine had Muggle Studies while Ron and Harry had Divination with that fake fortune-teller.
Making their way to the dungeons of Hogwarts with her friends, Hermoine reflected yet again on Malfoy's niceness to her. She remembered half-waking and what he had done. She also remembered him giving her his cloak, and he must have been the one who put her in the washroom rather than leave her in the library to be caught and given a detention. All in all, the night before, he had acted very un-Malfoy.
They had reached the potions classroom and seated themselves at the back, as was their habit. Professor Snape whisked in and began immediately by tarting a note, without the use of the blackboard, forcing students to pay complete attention to get the full information. He seemed to be in a sour mood and caught two Gryffindors passing notes within the first ten minutes. He took ten points from them and made them read the note out loud. It had been a note to arrange a date... needless to say, the two students were mortified by the time they sat back down. After that, they had a very intense potion to make that involved quite a few steps and precise measurements. By the time that was done, most students were very stressed and Hermoine's hair had become even more frizzy than normal. Another note and an essay assignment later, they were done class and on their way to Defence Against the Dark Arts.
This year it was being taught by a very muggle-like teacher name Professor Eros. She seemed to know what she was doing, even though she did suffer from blonde moments every now and again. She also seemed to harbour an extreme dislike for the Slytherins, which was most excellent in the books of the other students. Professor Eros was a rather short woman, with meticulous dirty blond hair and grey-ish blue eyes. She was of average size and one got the impression that she was a bouncy person. Entering the classroom, Hermoine, Harry, and Ron sat in the front, to the right. They were the first ones there, but other Gryffindors and Slytherins started pouring in soon enough, along with a few Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws. They all shared classes now, since the whole year did not take the same things.
Today, however, Professor Eros did not appear. Instead, another woman entered. She had shoulder-length brown hair that was held in two braids and hazel eyes. Freckles dotted her face, and she stood tall and proud. She was of average height, but rather slim and considerably well endowed for her slimness. The shirt she wore was a black tank top with spaghetti straps and tan trousers. The robe she wore was green, and left open. She looked very young, around seventeen, sixteen, and when she spoke, she had an odd accent.
"Hello students. Your regular teacher, Miss Eros, could not be here today for health reasons. I shall be filing in for her. You may call me Miss Komadori." She smiled to reveal even white teeth.
"Actually, we refer to our teachers as Professors, but I wouldn't expect and American to understand." Someone said from the back. The students whirled in their seats to find that it was Draco Malfoy who had spoken, surprise surprise. The teacher seemed to have a very odd reaction. She smiled evilly and approached the back of the class.
"I am not American, I am Canadian. If you ever call me that again, or even insinuate it, you shall heartily wish that you had not. Might I also remind you, Mister Malfoy, that speaking out of turn is not permitted. Twenty points from Slytherin." She said and returned to the front of the class. "If you wish to call me Professor Komadori, I shall accept that. Now, the first thing we shall do it review boggarts." With a flick of her wand, the textbooks opened to the correct page. "Misters Potter and Weasley, please do not pass notes. Ten points each from Gryffindor. Misters Zambini, Crabbe and Goyle, stop snickering, I can hear you from here. Seven points each from Slytherin. Miss Abbot, please read from the second paragraph, page seventy-one."
How did she do it? Hermoine wondered as she followed along in her textbook. She knew every student's name without looking at a seating plan or anything. She also caught people right as they began to do things.
"Miss Granger, please continue where Miss Abbot has left off." Professor Komadori said and Hermoine read as requested. Halfway through a long word, the teacher stopped her.
"That is enough. Some of my students are falling asleep from the boring trash they stick in this textbook." The teacher said. Half of the students gaped at her and her language. "I am under the impression that you have preciously faced a Bogart. Therefor, I am assuming that you all know the counter spell. If you do not, I suggest asking your resident bookworm, Miss Granger. You have five minutes to prepare before I shall release the Bogart."
There was a mad rush as students made their way to Hermoine. Over the noise, the professor made it known to Draco that he was to come and speak with her. He did as was asked, though he walk slowly.
"Mister Malfoy, you are not a camel. Perhaps you should stop walking like one." Professor Komadori said to him. A few people that overheard laughed and Draco walked slightly faster.
"What?" He snarled when he reached her.
"Try saying that again in a nicer tone, Mister Malfoy, and I might acknowledge it." She replied.
"What?" He said again, this time a little less snarly.
"I must warn you that if you continue this behaviour, I shall reward it with a detention. Also, I would have you go first to face the Bogart. Is that alright with you?" She asked.
A flicker of something like fear flickered across Draco's face before it became a smirk once again. "Certainly."
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A/N: Yes, my sad little attempt at a cliff hanger. Go me! Anyways, Read and Review, PLEASE review! I like to know what people think, even if it's different from what I think. I promise to update soon! First, though, I have to figure out what Draco's greatest fear is.. Hmm....