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Draceo and Hermionette:
The Slytherins and the Griffindors
"I hate Valentine's Day!" Goyle announced abruptly to Crabbe as they sat in Great Hall, mulling over their fifth bowl of porridge and staring disparagingly at the pink tablecloths which Dumbledore has placed on each of the house table.
A bunch of roses, courteous of the house elves, popped up next to him and he began to sneeze violently. He was allergic. Finally, after what was probably the twelfth sneeze, Goyle roared at the innocent flowers and swept them off the table with a crash.
"Hey, did you see this?" a ratty fourth year slid down the seat till he was next to Crabbe. He was holding a copy of the Daily Prophet, which, now that they looked around, seemed to be crouched over by students at many of the tables.
"What is it?" asked Goyle, attempting to read the article upside-down, a difficult task for most, but especially for one not very good at reading right-side up.
"The Prophet says...." The boy began n a conspiratory whisper.
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"...our very reliable sources say there is a great chance that He-Who-Must- Not-Be-Named will strike again tonight in an attack bigger than any which has been seen in centuries...." Hermione read aloud.
"D'you think he's really going to attack?" Ron asked, a little nervously.
"I don't know, not with Dumbledore around...."
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"...that his forces will be greater than they ever were before..." the weedy boy continued"
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"The ministry has opened several shelters and advises all wizarding families to stay away from home, there's safety in numbers..." Hermione's voice was growing more and more disbelieving...
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The fourth year leaned close, his eyes widening for effect, "when asked for comment, Albus Dumbledore, the slightly insane headmaster of Hogwarts said that Hogwarts would not be stopping any of its regulaur activities, and would go through with their Valentine's..."
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"Day ball as though this information had never come to light," Hermione finished, looking around at the Griffindors who had leaned close to listen to the article, "you see, there's nothing to worry about, the Prophet is just spreading rumours, hoping to get everybody riled up. If something was going to happen, Dumbledore would have told us himself and he certainly wouldn't be going on with the ball." The Griffindors drifted back to their breakfast and talked about what they were giving their sweethearts for Valentine's Day.
"Look over there," Ron jerked his chin at the Slytherin table, "they're all huddling around the papers like hobos at a fire, I guess You-Know-Who didn't tell them about any attack."
"Not all Slytherins are Death Eaters, Ron," Hermione said, looking at him, her light brown eyes chastising. Ron snorted.
"Name one you can tell me definitely is not."
"I..." she glanced at the Slytherin table, scanning for someone who was innocent, "Well, John Ta..."
"No first years," Ron cut her off.
"Well, I'm sure they're not all Death Eaters," she informed him in a snipped voice, "What's wrong Harry?" she asked suddenly.
"Oh, nothing, it's just that some hot-shot divinator has predicted my death," he said listlessly, staring off into space.
"Oh Harry," Hermione's voice was full of sympathy and exacerbated at the same time, "really, divination is hardly a precise magic and you should be used to having your death foretold by now!"
"Thanks Hermione, you're a real friend in need," he growled through clenched teeth. She harrumphed and left the table, probably for the library.
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Alicia (A/N: as in the Griffindor quidditch player) was surround by a group of friends walking down the hallway, she was only half listening to their chatter about the Prophet's article.
"Do you really think he'll attack?" Marie Suzanne whispered in a frightened voice
"It's best to be prepared," Kyle answered, tightening his grip on his wand, as though expecting You-Know-Who to appear at any moment.
"He's supposed to have a lot more Death Eaters than before..."
"D'you think he'll attack today?" at that Alicia snapped out of her reverie.
"Not on Valentine's Day! I bet You-Know-Who is allergic to Valentine's Day! The Griffindors burst out laughing, Alicia laughing with them. Her cackles stifled quickly, though, when she overheard one Slytherin talking to a few others.
"...father's answer. He said there is an attack." Alicia dropped back from her group and edged toward the Slytherins, trying not to be noticed.
"So, where is it gonna be?" asked a burly fifth year girl.
"He wouldn't say," the boy answered, "something about owls being intercepted." The whole group nodded sagely.
"So, are we supposed to do anything?"
"I hope not, I left my mask at home..." The burly girl looked up quickly, her eyes locked on Alicia and her face darkened. Alicia didn't wait to find out what happened, she sprinted for Great Hall and the security of Griffindor table. Once she reached the doors she reeled back at the lurid sight before her. Pink. This was going to be a bad day for everyone.
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"Ai, but Parvati is a bit to thin for me, no, it's Lavender's curves that I'd like to push to the wall..." Goyle was saying in a rough, hungry voice.
"You call those curves," Crabbe scoffed horribly, "It's more like fat!" both of them laughed uproariously, making the hall echo with their vulgar words.
Dean and Seamus, walking behind the great lumbering oafs of Slytherin stopped short. Parvati and Lavender were their girlfriends. Not to mention Griffindors.
"Say that again!" Seamus yelled, his voice filling the entrance hall with anger. Crabbe and Goyle stopped simultaneously, Goyle with one foot still in the air.
"I said," Crabbe spat, mustering all the Slytherin malice for Griffindors that had been bred into him, "that she's fat."
"YAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAHHHGGGGGGG!" Seamus called by way of battle cry, whipping out his wand and screaming curse after curse. Crabbe yanked out his wand in response and proved to the whole school that the reason he couldn't master any other spells was that there was no room in his head so filled with hundreds of curses. Dean quickly joined in, throwing a jelly-legs at Crabbe which Crabbe miraculously knew the counter curse for. Than Goyle was hurling spells and soon Neville Longbottom had jumped into the fray, determined to help his friends, he waved his wand, yelling, and a nearby door exploded. Seeing the Slytherins outnumbered, Blaise Zambini took up his wand and started lazy tossing very accurate, very painful curses at the Griffindors until Dean lost his wand. Looking at his hand like he couldn't believe it was empty, Dean jumped onto Crabbe's back and started hurling punches at the Slytherin's head. Ernie Macmillan, hearing what he thought to be the word "Avada..." leapt into the minor battle and raised his wand, too.
"STOP IT! STOP IT!!!" roared the new DADA teacher, rushing in between the warring houses and pushing the enemies apart. They stood, separated, panting and glaring at each other with nothing but a bit of floor between them.
"Three times in this past week your houses have broken the peace of our fair school, three times you have fought in the public corridors and now innocent others are being drawn to fight! If your warring households break the peace of fair Hogwarts once more they will both be banished from her grounds," he paused for a breath, "YOU ARE CREATING TOO MUCH TENSION IN THE SCHOOL" he bellowed, anger and sadness exploding in his tone. "Do you understand"
Members of both houses nodded. "Good." The teacher swept away.
"Be careful," said Blaise, "next time he won't be there to stop us and our curses won't be so weak." The Slytherins pushed past the Griffindors and headed for their dungeons.
A/N: So, did you like? Any problems? Any Betas? Review! And next chapter: Draco, Draco, and more Draco, and maybe a bit of Hermione at the end...hmm...we shall see.
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Draceo and Hermionette:
The Slytherins and the Griffindors
"I hate Valentine's Day!" Goyle announced abruptly to Crabbe as they sat in Great Hall, mulling over their fifth bowl of porridge and staring disparagingly at the pink tablecloths which Dumbledore has placed on each of the house table.
A bunch of roses, courteous of the house elves, popped up next to him and he began to sneeze violently. He was allergic. Finally, after what was probably the twelfth sneeze, Goyle roared at the innocent flowers and swept them off the table with a crash.
"Hey, did you see this?" a ratty fourth year slid down the seat till he was next to Crabbe. He was holding a copy of the Daily Prophet, which, now that they looked around, seemed to be crouched over by students at many of the tables.
"What is it?" asked Goyle, attempting to read the article upside-down, a difficult task for most, but especially for one not very good at reading right-side up.
"The Prophet says...." The boy began n a conspiratory whisper.
!
"...our very reliable sources say there is a great chance that He-Who-Must- Not-Be-Named will strike again tonight in an attack bigger than any which has been seen in centuries...." Hermione read aloud.
"D'you think he's really going to attack?" Ron asked, a little nervously.
"I don't know, not with Dumbledore around...."
!
"...that his forces will be greater than they ever were before..." the weedy boy continued"
!
"The ministry has opened several shelters and advises all wizarding families to stay away from home, there's safety in numbers..." Hermione's voice was growing more and more disbelieving...
!
The fourth year leaned close, his eyes widening for effect, "when asked for comment, Albus Dumbledore, the slightly insane headmaster of Hogwarts said that Hogwarts would not be stopping any of its regulaur activities, and would go through with their Valentine's..."
!
"Day ball as though this information had never come to light," Hermione finished, looking around at the Griffindors who had leaned close to listen to the article, "you see, there's nothing to worry about, the Prophet is just spreading rumours, hoping to get everybody riled up. If something was going to happen, Dumbledore would have told us himself and he certainly wouldn't be going on with the ball." The Griffindors drifted back to their breakfast and talked about what they were giving their sweethearts for Valentine's Day.
"Look over there," Ron jerked his chin at the Slytherin table, "they're all huddling around the papers like hobos at a fire, I guess You-Know-Who didn't tell them about any attack."
"Not all Slytherins are Death Eaters, Ron," Hermione said, looking at him, her light brown eyes chastising. Ron snorted.
"Name one you can tell me definitely is not."
"I..." she glanced at the Slytherin table, scanning for someone who was innocent, "Well, John Ta..."
"No first years," Ron cut her off.
"Well, I'm sure they're not all Death Eaters," she informed him in a snipped voice, "What's wrong Harry?" she asked suddenly.
"Oh, nothing, it's just that some hot-shot divinator has predicted my death," he said listlessly, staring off into space.
"Oh Harry," Hermione's voice was full of sympathy and exacerbated at the same time, "really, divination is hardly a precise magic and you should be used to having your death foretold by now!"
"Thanks Hermione, you're a real friend in need," he growled through clenched teeth. She harrumphed and left the table, probably for the library.
!
Alicia (A/N: as in the Griffindor quidditch player) was surround by a group of friends walking down the hallway, she was only half listening to their chatter about the Prophet's article.
"Do you really think he'll attack?" Marie Suzanne whispered in a frightened voice
"It's best to be prepared," Kyle answered, tightening his grip on his wand, as though expecting You-Know-Who to appear at any moment.
"He's supposed to have a lot more Death Eaters than before..."
"D'you think he'll attack today?" at that Alicia snapped out of her reverie.
"Not on Valentine's Day! I bet You-Know-Who is allergic to Valentine's Day! The Griffindors burst out laughing, Alicia laughing with them. Her cackles stifled quickly, though, when she overheard one Slytherin talking to a few others.
"...father's answer. He said there is an attack." Alicia dropped back from her group and edged toward the Slytherins, trying not to be noticed.
"So, where is it gonna be?" asked a burly fifth year girl.
"He wouldn't say," the boy answered, "something about owls being intercepted." The whole group nodded sagely.
"So, are we supposed to do anything?"
"I hope not, I left my mask at home..." The burly girl looked up quickly, her eyes locked on Alicia and her face darkened. Alicia didn't wait to find out what happened, she sprinted for Great Hall and the security of Griffindor table. Once she reached the doors she reeled back at the lurid sight before her. Pink. This was going to be a bad day for everyone.
!
"Ai, but Parvati is a bit to thin for me, no, it's Lavender's curves that I'd like to push to the wall..." Goyle was saying in a rough, hungry voice.
"You call those curves," Crabbe scoffed horribly, "It's more like fat!" both of them laughed uproariously, making the hall echo with their vulgar words.
Dean and Seamus, walking behind the great lumbering oafs of Slytherin stopped short. Parvati and Lavender were their girlfriends. Not to mention Griffindors.
"Say that again!" Seamus yelled, his voice filling the entrance hall with anger. Crabbe and Goyle stopped simultaneously, Goyle with one foot still in the air.
"I said," Crabbe spat, mustering all the Slytherin malice for Griffindors that had been bred into him, "that she's fat."
"YAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAHHHGGGGGGG!" Seamus called by way of battle cry, whipping out his wand and screaming curse after curse. Crabbe yanked out his wand in response and proved to the whole school that the reason he couldn't master any other spells was that there was no room in his head so filled with hundreds of curses. Dean quickly joined in, throwing a jelly-legs at Crabbe which Crabbe miraculously knew the counter curse for. Than Goyle was hurling spells and soon Neville Longbottom had jumped into the fray, determined to help his friends, he waved his wand, yelling, and a nearby door exploded. Seeing the Slytherins outnumbered, Blaise Zambini took up his wand and started lazy tossing very accurate, very painful curses at the Griffindors until Dean lost his wand. Looking at his hand like he couldn't believe it was empty, Dean jumped onto Crabbe's back and started hurling punches at the Slytherin's head. Ernie Macmillan, hearing what he thought to be the word "Avada..." leapt into the minor battle and raised his wand, too.
"STOP IT! STOP IT!!!" roared the new DADA teacher, rushing in between the warring houses and pushing the enemies apart. They stood, separated, panting and glaring at each other with nothing but a bit of floor between them.
"Three times in this past week your houses have broken the peace of our fair school, three times you have fought in the public corridors and now innocent others are being drawn to fight! If your warring households break the peace of fair Hogwarts once more they will both be banished from her grounds," he paused for a breath, "YOU ARE CREATING TOO MUCH TENSION IN THE SCHOOL" he bellowed, anger and sadness exploding in his tone. "Do you understand"
Members of both houses nodded. "Good." The teacher swept away.
"Be careful," said Blaise, "next time he won't be there to stop us and our curses won't be so weak." The Slytherins pushed past the Griffindors and headed for their dungeons.
A/N: So, did you like? Any problems? Any Betas? Review! And next chapter: Draco, Draco, and more Draco, and maybe a bit of Hermione at the end...hmm...we shall see.
Review!