Duty and Dull Classes
A/V: Well, the first thing I have to say is sorry to all my readers1 I know I usually update every three-four days but I was rereading Harry Potter so I did not have much time!
Dumbledore's plan will be revealed in a few chapters, but for now I am going to have to leave you guys in suspense! I hope you don't mind, but the story has to be long, OK! Oh, and I have finally decided how this story will end! It took me long enough, but the final idea came to me during Home Ec! But don't worry; it has nothing to do with Home Ec.
I have also realized a mistake I made while writing. There is supposed to be only one Head Girl and one Head Boy, so I will quickly change that mistake. The Head Boy is still Tom Riddle, and the Head Girl will be Hermione. I am so sorry for the stupid mistake! R&R I love to hear from you guys!
Write soon!
S.W.M.S. As said before, Hogwarts contains many hidden rooms. Some can lure you in, and not allow you to escape. You would be trapped in the room for eternity, until you breathe your last breath…
Hermione placed down Hogwarts, A History, wondering where such a room could be hidden. She quickly allowed her eyes to retune to the book she had read over and over, every time revealing new secrets.
Only one such room has ever been found, and is known as The Room of Concealment. Only once has ever been known to enter the room, Aberforth Dumbledore, brother of Albus Dumbledore. He never returned, although few noticed, he only ever acquainted with those of The Order of the Phoenix.
Hermione lay down the book, surprised at the information. She had known of Dumbledore's brother Aberforth from one of Mad-Eye Moody's photographs of the old Order of the Phoenix. Yet she had never knew that the man had been forced into such a horrible death.
Hermione laid the large book inside her bag and glanced at the time. 10:01 PM. She had been reading for an hour, after Hall Duty with Tom Riddle, which had been uneventful. Tom had refused to speak to her, and had spent most of the time wondering away into halls that Hermione knew did not need to be supervised. Anything to get away from her, she thought.
Since the incident where Tom had been friendly the night before Hermione had felt as if Tom had been purposely avoiding her, and when you thought about it now it was quite obvious he had. Did he think that she like- Well, of course not!
Hermione pulled out her History of Magic, Seventh Year book and tried to become interested in the outrageously long war between Purple Headed Pimpins and Tree Beards.
On the first night of October, in 1654 the Tree Beards charged into the Purple Headed Pimpins Territory, knocking the Purple Headed Pimpins off their feet. Unfortunately for the Tree Guards, the Purple Headed-
Reluctantly, Hermione placed the book down. She could not read about this war right now, her mind was racing. For the first time, she was really wondering what Dumbledore's plan was, and if maybe she liked Tom more then-
An enemy. Yes, an enemy. Maybe friends. Maybe. Hermione quickly changed the way her thoughts were heading once again…
Albus Dumbledore wrote the last 78 on one of his pupil's worksheets and hid it into his drawer containing all his other marks. He gave a small sigh, yet he was not sighing over the tremendous amount of marking he was doing, but about something else. After all, he was Albus Dumbledore, future Headmaster of Hogwarts.
But would he still be Headmaster after what he was planning to do?
Of course, the elderly wizard told himself. This plan was not exactly evil; he was mixing the two together. And anyways, the turnout was going to be better than what Ms. Granger had told him.
Dumbledore brought an old hand to his forehead. Yes, everything seemed to be working so far. Hermione was reading Hogwarts, A History again, revealing secrets that would not be shown until the reader had fully read the book five times. Yes, the information Ms. Granger was thrusting into her brain would help him deeply.
Even Tom was pleasing him. The young man was acing his Transfiguration quiz, although Tom had different questions than the other students. Tom's questions were spell, charms, and jinxes that he would need for the final plan. And Dumbledore knew that Tom would not be telling a soul about his strange work, he probably figured the rest of the class was being questioned about the same things and Tom was not the one to talk to anyone. No, the plan was going just fine. And Dumbledore felt even happier when he witnessed the strange encounter between Hermione and Tom. If only it would continue-
Yet it was still middle October. He had all the time in the world.
Hermione turned over in bed and stared at the clock. The time read 8:30 AM. "Oh no!" gasped Hermione, realizing that she had Double Charms starting at nine. She would not have time for breakfast. Quickly, Hermione tugged on a pair of jeans and a sweater, pulling her Hogwarts robe over top of herself. With a quick brush of her frizzy hair, Hermione grabbed her books and rushed out of the Dormitory.
Hermione jumped into her Charms seat just as Professor Flitwick (wow, he must be as old as Dumbledore) entered the room, still as short as a dwarf.
"Welcome class! Today, we are going to learn the Alohormora charm, and although you all know the charm we are going to learn it Non-Verbally. The majority of the class gasped, leaving Hermione sitting in her chair flushing like a tomato. She had learnt this last year, in sixth year! Whoa, sixty years ago the seventh year students sure got around easily!
Hermione spent the class using the enchantment on a door that had magically, and was glad when Flitwick rewarded her with a 100 for her 'stunning ability to use Non-Verbal magic!'
The rest of the day flew by quickly. After Double Charms, Hermione had a Free Period, followed by Double Defense Against the Dark Arts with Professor Ararat, which was just a Boggart Review class, leaving Hermione once again bored. She had first learnt about boggarts in Third Year with Lupin and had dealt with them countless times since. Times were really less demanding, before Voldemort!
Time flew by, and Hermione found herself realizing that she had Hall Duty again with Tom today. Quickly, Hermione washed the worries from her head. Nothing was going t happen, except that Tom was going to ignore her completely. But then again, is not that what she wanted?
Hermione left the chamber into the Dormitory at the same time as Riddle. At first, she was full of uncertainty but decided to run up to him and walk with him. After all, what could happen?
Hermione reached Tom straight away, and allowed the word hello to escape her mouth.
"Hello." Grunted Tom, looking embarrassed.
"Hey, so – how was class today?" Hermione tried desperately to make conversation.
"Fine – just Arthmarthy, Ancient Runes, and Double Defense.
"I see –" replied Hermione. The only classes she had with Tom were Potions and Transfiguration.
"So, what do you think of Professor-" Hermione was cut off as Tom hollered at some fourth year girls to stop spraying Magically Disgusting Perfume in the halls.
"So stupid that stuff, eh?" questioned Tom to Hermione.
"Yeah, I know, and it's a ridiculously high price." Answered Hermione. None of the pranks back in the forties were nearly as good as Fred and George's pranks. She remembered fondly of the Automatic Swamp that they had pulled on Umbridge during fifth year.
"So –" said Hermione, deciding to keep the conversation up. "What have you been up to lately?"
It was a lame question but she wanted to talk to Tom and how else would she?
Tom seemed to think the question was also lame "Well, that's a tough one," he replied smirking " School, Hall Duty, staying away from you-" quickly Tom cut himself off.
"Now why would you be avoiding me?" questioned Hermione earnestly.
"Well – so what did you thin of Ararat's class questioned Tom, changing the subject drastically.
"It was okay, but I have had better. In my third year-" Hermione paused.
"In your third year –"
"Umm, my teacher taught us about Boggarts so it was a little boring."
"Boggarts, in third year!"
"Yeah, so anyways."
The two talked for the rest of the night, and nine o'clock quickly came upon them. Tom looked strangely at Hermione.
"Well, good night then!"
"Yes – good night Tom! See you in Potions tomorrow!" replied Hermione earnestly as she trotted to her chamber, not noticing Tom staring after her!
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S.W.M.S.