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3 Roads of Fate

CHAPTER TWO

Common Room?

Hermione awoke face-up with a startled 'oomph' from underneath her. As she looked down, she noticed she was lying on top of Malfoy. Hermione screamed and ran to the nearest couch, hiding behind a pillow. She began to take into the surroundings, and soon realized Malfoy and her were back in the Head's Common Room.

Common Room!

"What the hell is going on?" Malfoy slowly said, while rubbing his temples, "And why are we back here? You shouldn't have pushed that stupid button, Granger. We might have gone to the past or future or something. Luckily we ended back here."

Hermione turned to look at Malfoy.

"If I knew what was going on, I wouldn't tell you. If I didn't know what was going on, I still wouldn't tell you." She snorted.

Malfoy sat up and faced the crackling fireplace, almost gazing at the glowing embers. He was mumbling something to himself.

"What did you say Malfoy? I didn't catch that."

"I said you were an annoying Mudblood with no common sense," Malfoy said while turning to face Hermione.

"Why thank you Malfoy, I'm happy that I have no common sense. Unlike you on the other hand, you're as smart as a rock. No brains at all." Hermione smirked. Malfoy was a little surprised at this, as he has never seen the Mudblood smirk. So there was a first to everything.

"You should check if you still have your brain, Granger. Who knows, maybe that brown bush you call hair ate it up," smirked Malfoy.

That big, ugly, SMIRK, thought Hermione. Oh how she wished to wipe it off his arrogant pureblooded face...

"Anyways," Hermione said loudly, and annoyed, "Why did that happen?"

"Don't know," Malfoy replied simply, showing absolutely no emotion at all. It was a wonder how he can be so emotionless.

"Maybe the lib-," Hermione started but got cut off by, guess who?

"No, we are not going to waste our sodding time in your beloved library looking for answers. Who cares? That thing probably does nothing at all," Malfoy answered certain that he was right. Of course he was right; he was a Malfoy after all. And Malfoys are never wrong.

"Well, then, we might as well be getting back to class," Hermione said as she started towards the portrait with Malfoy at her heels. Of course, not literally...

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Hermione was heading down towards dinner. She walked along the dark corridors she knew as a shortcut to the Great Hall. Hermione looked about the corridors and out the windows until she then heard something, something just around the corner. Furrowing her brow in curiosity and heading slowly towards the corner.

Upon arrival, she saw her best friend, and her other best friend's little sister, snogging happily without noticing her. Disgusted at the scene, she quietly turned around, and took the long way to dinner.

Upon arriving at the Great Hall –finally- in time for dinner, she plopped down beside Ron.

"Hab you seen Hawwy?" Ron asked through his mouthful of mashed potatoes.

"As a matter of fact, yes, you see, he was having a snogging session with Ginny," replied Hermione, and the look on the red-head's face was priceless! Ron swallowed down all his mashed potato, which would have seemed impossible knowing how big a normal person's throat would normally be. And the normal sized throat would have not fitted that many potatoes.

"What!" Ron asked, baffled.

"Ronald, honestly, do I have to say it again? Harry, is, having, a, snogging, session, with, Ginny," Hermione replied, saying it very slowly and pronouncing each syllable clearly.

"I know what you said, Hermione. But Harry and Ginny? I know Ginny fancied Harry since our first year but-."

"-But what?" asked Harry as he seated himself beside Ron and Ginny seated herself in front of Hermione.

"Nothing," Ron said as he continued to stuff himself with food.

"So Hermione, what happened to you in Transfiguration? You and Malfoy," saying his name in disgust, "disappeared into thin air. Are you alright?" Harry asked, as he began to fill his plate up.

Picking at some cooked carrots, Hermione replied, "Nothing, we ended up in our common rooms." No, you ended up ON Malfoy, in the common room, her mind said. Who knew minds could talk?

"Okay, at least you're alright," said Ginny.

Then the four of them carried on with daily conversation. You know, like you would with your friends.

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Hermione was lying on her deep scarlet adorned bed reading a Muggle novel, something called 'Little Women', whatever that was. She was about halfway through the book before she stole a glance at her clock sitting on desk. She shot up straight as she realized what time it was.

She had patrol of the second floor corridors.

With Malfoy.

Oh what fun that would be.

In the sarcastic way, mind you.

So, she reluctantly got up, threw on a purple colored sweater before grabbing her wand and opening her door to the common room. She was met by a smirk. Guess who it was?

"You're late," a certain blond headed Slytherin prick drawled.

"I was reading."

"What, 'Hogwarts: A History'? Or no, maybe it's 'Hogwarts: a History, Advanced'?" smirked Malfoy. Boy, was he smirking a lot these days.

Hermione chose to ignore his accusation of reading Hogwarts: A History, even though it was her favorite book of all times. She headed towards the portrait ready to start her hour long patrolling. With Malfoy.

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Hermione was walking about the second floor corridors, unfortunately with Malfoy. It was pretty useless, patrolling. What could anyone possibly do at night? Except Peeves, he was an exception. Messing up the corridors, with his water balloons...

Hermione yawned. She was tired, and had studied the past week. So overall, she was lacking her nine hours of sleep a teenager needed, which made her yawn, a lot.

Malfoy, on the other hand, was not tired. He was bored out of his knickers. They had been patrolling for the past two months, and they haven't come across anything. Pretty useless if you ask Malfoy. It was dead silent. Just some owls outside, clicking sounds his expensive leather shoes gave off and occasionally a loud yawn coming from Granger, which was getting on his nerves.

Malfoy felt something in his robe pocket. Curiosity overcame him and he jabbed both his hands into both his pockets. Only to find that he accidentally pushed something. Something that felt a whole lot like a...

Button?

Then, Draco remembered, he saw something fly into his pocket when Granger and himself was in the common room. But before he could analyze anything more, the corridors around him, Hermione, the fire lit torches and the walls became a-blur. Then he went unconscious.

And Draco had thought that the pocket watch did nothing. Boy was he wrong.

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