A/N: Review replies for all!
Sometime Tings Happen:
Yami Kiku and Hikari Kaiumi: Hello! Well even if I'm being haunted, I'm glad you're back! Oooh, your own story? What's it called? I'm writing my own Quintet also, its pretty fun!
crazywendy: Russia? Well I'm glad that you had time to read my story when you came back! I'll consider the attack vulture, lol.
Smurphy: Hello! Thanks, I was quite proud of that line (I have my favorite too lol!) You'll see Ron's expression soon :-)
That's just the way things work:
Yami Kiku and Hikari Kaiumi: A color changing spell would have been lovely, but lol, I promised the reviewer, so eh. Oh fluffy black kitten! Those are really cute names, Willard and Mr. Fluffumpulis (p.s-does any one really know who to spell that?)
Gylfie: Hello! And after all those reviews! Well, anyway, yours were fun to read and I'm so glad you liked the story. Hope you come back!
ilovefireyredheads: Aw thank you! I can't wait for you to read this on!
Smurphy: Yes, the puke-green lost! I really can't say much for some reason now, but I'll see you the 11th!
Nora1: I'm glad when you liked Herbert singing, that was a favorite scene of mine! Yeah, I have a feeling that if it really came down to it, Ron and Harry would change their robe colors.
The Devil: How on earth did you find this…lol. Was that a death threat?
A/N: Here we go the second chapter, I really have nothing to say, so enjoy!
Disclaimer: I am not J.K.Rowling, and everything in here that you recognize is NOT mine.
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Ron's eyes opened wide and his jaw dropped clear to the floor it seemed; after he composed himself he glared at Hermione, "What?" he asked.
Sighing, Hermione closed her eyes and tried to explain, "I said," taking a step forward, "We need to go find Draco." She put a hand on Ron's shoulder, who quickly shrugged it off.
"I can't believe you," she snapped, "After all this time you still hate him don't you? Why, if it weren't for him, I'd probably be dead right now, how do you feel about that? Still hate him?"
Ron uncomfortably moved the dirt around his shoe, "I didn't say I hated him Hermione. I just don't…"
"Don't what?" asked Hermione, "Want me hanging around my friend?" She hugged the book closer to her body and stormed off, "Come on Seamus!" she growled.
Seamus tore past Harry and Ginny, and hurried after a tornado-like Hermione and caught up with her by the castle, out of breath he huffed as they quickly walked, "You don't have to do this Hermione. I don't want you getting in a row with Ron over it…"
"No," said Hermione, "this isn't the reason we're fighting. Sooner or later he's got to understand that Draco's my friend. If this is the only way, so be it." They reached the dungeons and Hermione stopped suddenly.
"You know the password to the dungeon?" Seamus asked incredulously, his eyes bug-eyed. "That's impressive."
Laughing, Hermione shook her head, "Do you know what time it is Seamus?" She rested on the wall and wiped her brow, which was starting to get misty after their short little jog.
"Oh I reckon around 5 o'clock or so. Why do you ask?" He cocked his eyebrow in her direction.
Sighing Hermione started off in the opposite direction again, "Well, because we're in the wrong spot anyway. Draco usually isn't here around this time." She looked at the expression on Seamus's face, "Oh not you too," she said irritably, "We hang out at night since he's my friend."
"I still think it's weird." Seamus said keeping up with Hermione once more.
"You would…..oomph!" Hermione ran into someone when they turned the corner because of her eagerness to get to Draco. She fell to the ground on her bottom and dropped the book. "Ouch…." She moaned rubbing her wrist, which seemed to have hit the ground hard.
"Hey watch it…..Hermione?" Draco had snapped before he realized who it was. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you there." He looked at Seamus, "What's Finnegan doing with you?" Helping her up, she dusted off her bottom as he bent over and picked up the book. "You dropped something."
Hermione grabbed the book back from him and motioned for him and Seamus to follow her. They reached a secluded corner of the castle and Hermione made Draco make sure no one was around before she began talking.
"Seamus and I were on our way to see you Draco. And before you ask, yes I left Ron behind. Anyway," she continued to Draco's expression, "We wanted to ask you if you might have seen the writing on this before."
She told Draco the whole story, about Dean and the rock, and how the book was in the sand. When she was finished, Draco had a hand to his chin and had a serious, look to him. "So the rock was with the book when Thomas landed on it? Hmm…is that everything then?"
"Yeah," said Seamus, "That's pretty much everything. I don't know if it will do you any good, but Dean seemed to go crazy in the hospital wing. Actually," Seamus looked around, "I better get going, and you know…homework and all." And with that, he took off, leaving Draco and Hermione together.
"I'm sure he had homework," said Draco icily, "What was wrong with him anyway?" He looked at Hermione and they started walking to their favorite fountain. She got a slight glare tint in her eye and Draco could tell she was very annoyed when she answered him.
"Oh you know, just probably afraid of the "Wrath-of-Ron" nothing major I'm sure."
"Explain."
They reached heaven and she sat down on the rim of the peacock water fountain. Sighing, she threw a pebble into the water. "Well, it seems Ron gets very jealous…"
"Well that's a given," interrupted Draco.
"…and I get so mad at him whenever I mention going to see you. Seamus probably didn't want to be a part of the next row we have. Can't say I blame him, my poor pillows…"
Draco smirked and folded his arms, "Well at least you're using something on the soft side to hit him with."
"But only because I don't want to hurt my precious books."
"I figured as much." Draco sighed and looked at the dark purple book once more. "I didn't want to say anything in front of Finnegan because I personally don't care for him but," he said, "I have seen writing like this before. In my father's "lair", but everything got moved out when Mother and I moved from the mansion."
"I didn't know you moved," Hermione said in a hurt voice.
"I didn't tell anyone, and I didn't want anyone to know. Anyway," he continued, "I don't think he understood the language, but all I know is that evil wizards long ago, before the time of….."
"You mean Voldemort?" Hermione offered.
"Thanks, yeah, before that time. The bad wizards used to speak in that language; it had no connection to any other language in the world. Not French, not German, and not Latin. It's really hard to learn it, and I'm honestly not sure if I would ever want to." Draco shivered a little at the thought and looked at Hermione.
"You mean to say," Hermione said, "that just by learning the language, would make you a little bit more evil?" She looked scared at the prospect and folded her arms together for warmth, seeing as it had gone slightly cold.
"Well it's very possibly, but not a for sure thing. Still…I wonder why the book and rock were here in the first place, in a Quidditch field of all places. More importantly, what was the rock doing with the book?" Draco looked at the rock that Hermione had given him in the hallways and studied it.
"I have an idea," Hermione said, "It might not be very good but it's worth a shot since neither of us knows. I think that the rock is the key to the book. There have been loads of times when the key is right there with the lock, and nobody would know because it doesn't look like a key. Or it doesn't look like it would fit," she added seeing Draco's confused expression.
"It's a possibility, and since I have nothing to add, I think it sounds like a pretty damn good possibility. Are you okay?" Draco looked at Hermione and found her rubbing her temple in a pained expression.
Looking at him, Hermione smiled and noted, "I have a headache. I've had one all day." She proceeded to explain about the picnic she and Ron went on the day before, when she fell on the rocks. When he heard this, Draco just laughed, much to Hermione's annoyance. "And what, pray tell, is so funny about that?"
Draco wiped a laugh-tear from his eye and grinned, "I just think its funny Hermione. It's funny that when you're in battle, your swift and on top of everything, but lord watch out when you just take a stroll around the lake. You end up in the hospital wing fast than you could say Quidditch." Draco laughed again.
"I don't say Quidditch, so I really don't think that applies to me."
"I'm just saying you're clumsy, and it's very amusing for me." Draco smiled.
Hermione scowled, "Thank you Mr. Insensitive."
"Hey!" Draco said with a fake pout like look, "I'm a Malfoy, it comes with the territory. I was raised to be an insensitive prat…and I'm going to do my best to keep my Mother proud."
"Oh great," said Hermione, "now I've got to put up with this all year." Even though she was irritated, she couldn't help but smile at Draco, who now stood up and put his right hand over his heart.
"I Draco Malfoy," he said with mock seriousness, "promise to thy friend Hermione Granger that I will never be an insensitive prat to her. I may be insensitive, most likely. I may be a prat, which is most certain. But I swear upon the Bloody Baron that I will never, ever be both at the same time."
"And I thought Ron was bad," said Hermione rubbing her head, "Come on Mr. Patriotic, let's go look up this secret book language before you hurt yourself."
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A/N: Yes another chapter! Sorry this one seemed pointless, but you can't have action, more action and then the end…or else it would only be three chapters long! Lol. Review please! With a cherry?