A play about Hermione Granger

Scene 6 Lipstick on Draco's nose(the first clue)

Draco half-run, half-walks into the entrance hall. He stops, looking around for Hermione. Suddenly, an unseen force pulls him to a broom closet where Hermione is waiting. He enters and closes the door behind him

HG: I thought you'd never get here. I had to use Accio to get you here. And trust me, I've never used the spell Accio Draco before.

DM: Well, study up on it, because I hope you'll use it a lot!

HG: What did you send me the owl for?

DM: Well, the sign out sheets for the Christmas holidays go around this afternoon, and I wondered where you were planning on going.

HG: Well, I was going to stay here with Harry and Ron, and you?

DM: I was wondering, ummm, would you like to come to Malfoy Manor with me? My parents would love you if they knew you like I did. Plus, with my mom's charity work and my father always popping in and out of the ministry, we'd have plenty of time alone together. (devil grin)

HG: Draco, I just don't know. Your parents hate muggle-borns like me, and Harry and Ron would get suspicious.

DM: My parents hate muggle-borns, but once I explain that you and I are dating, they won't regard you as a muggle anymore. And as for Harry and Ron, just tell them you're going back to the muggle world for Christmas. No one needs to ever find out.

HG: Alright, I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll think about it, and when the sheets go around in last class, I'll decide. I'll owl you at dinner with what I decided.

DM: Ok, that seems right. But please Hermione (takes her hand) think of all the fun we'll have. My mum is gone almost all morning and afternoon, and when my father leaves before 10 in the morning, he's always gone until supper. We'll have the entire manor to ourselves for almost the whole vacation!

HG: Draco?

DM: Yes Mione?

HG: (confused) Mione? DM: Yes, that's my special name for you, provided you like it.

HG: I love it, anyway, what about when we are out of the Manor, what if someone sees us and tells?

DM: When we do leave the Manor, which won't be often, we'll travel in a dark coach. Anything we go to will be parties held by close friends of my father. Anyone there will keep the secret well. Anyway, we won't be going to more than a few things outside of the house anyway. Mostly it will be evening functions hosted by my mum and dad. Besides, we'll be alone all day, we won't be thinking about other people, right? (devil grin) We'll be, shall we say, preoccupied?

HG: I know exactly what is going through your mind, Draco, and I think I'd better go now. A broom closet isn't exactly the best place to show our affection. I'll send you an owl at dinner to tell you what I signed for.

DM: Alright. Goodbye sweet Mione! (kisses her on the cheek, and then the other cheek, and then on the mouth)

HG: (breaks away) I really have to go now Draco! You'd better wait a few minutes though, it would cause a commotion if we came out of a closet together. Besides, you have lipstick on your nose. You'd better wipe it off before your next class! (slips out of closet) Ron and Harry are waiting for her

RW: what were you doing in a broom closet?

HG: (lightly) I got lost. Wrong door. I thought I was headed to McGonagalls office. Goodbye! (breezes away)

RW: She certainly is crazy. She's been to McGonagalls office thousands of times! How could she get lost? Right Harry? Harry?

HP: (distracted) Hey Ron? Please tell me that isn't Draco Malfoy coming out of that same closet with lipstick on his nose.

RW: (whirls around) Hey! It is! DRACO MALFOY!

DM: (looks around for who called his name as Ron rushes over to him)

RW: what were you doing in that closet with Hermione?

DM: I wasn't in that closet with Hermione, I was looking for some Magical Mess remover to take this lipstick off my nose. Someone thought it was a good joke to curse it on there so I couldn't remove it. You must be hallucinating, I went in there after she came out. The last thing I want is to be trapped in a cupboard with a mudblood.

RW: Bull! We know everything!

DM: (slightly unnerved) You do?

RW: Yes! You forced her in there to rage at her because she's muggle born, and she fought back and cursed that stupid lipstick on your nose. Then you modified her memory and sent her out! Now we can't even question her because she doesn't remember it! YOU STINKING FILTH!

DM: Whatever, sure that was what happened. (stalks away leaving Ron seething and red in the face, with Harry laughing)

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