Disclaimer: Like I said before I do not own any of the characters, I repeat, I DO NOT own any of the characters…actually, I don't own any thing but the storyline.
A/N: Ok, the major update of chapter three, and I have a great idea.. honest, I hope you like it! READD and when you're done, REVIEW! )
Oh and before I forget, this chapter was sort of inspired by a story written by: hippychick21, titled: Love and Hatred is in the air. Her story made me realise what I can do with my one… haha, if that makes sense! Well, ok.. HERE YOU GO…Hope you enjoy reading this and much as I enjoyed writing it!
A Romeo and Juliet Story
Date: Thursday, 1st September
Time: ((9:30pm))
Last Time: Hermione had been treated by Madam Pomfrey for the tampered pumpkin juice; and Draco was ordered to take care of her. He, of course, could care less about Hermione Granger's health but had no choice but to take her to the Head Boy/Girl Dorm.
Chapter THREE – The Meeting With McGonagall
Draco's P.O.V.
As I was dragging Granger up to the dorms; half way up the stairs she collapsed! Just sort of hunched on top of me, with not warning at all! Can you believe it? Pomfrey expected me to take her up to the highest tower in just three and a half minutes!
I was amazed that the sleeping potion thing had actually worked and a second amazement that it had worked so soon. I would have just left the mudblood on the moving stairs but seeing as I had portraits were in fact watching my every move, I had no option but to carry her, like a gentleman. Yes if it weren't for the portraits, I WOULD NOT have carried her, alright?
"Damn she was heavier than she looked… not that I look at her or anything…and not that she LOOKS thin...I mean she's not fat! It just…You know-" I was entitled for my thought, alright!
In fact, I blame my hormones for my thoughts alright! I take no responsibility for them what so ever; ok so yes, Hermione Granger, 7th Year Gryffindor, my nemesis is in my arms. She's gained some weight, still pretty though, actually she's damn gorgeous, drop-dead-gorgeous. And her cheeks were rosy pink. She is so innocent, like a rose, soft and delicate.. and-
I THINK THAT'S ENOUGH! I MEAN.. SHE IS NONE OF THAT. SHE IS FAT AND HEAVY, AND LOOKS LIKE THE TWIN OF A GREAT BIG, FAT PIG! HER FACE IS REPULSIVE AND SHE IS… ARRGHHH… WHY is she doing this to me?
I pulled my self together and after a few minutes of realisation I was back to hating the guts of the woman in my arms. She was my arch-rival, and that was as far as our relationship goes.
After climbing up the thousandth stair I looked at the portrait of a man and woman. The man was seated on an armchair, he was wearing black robes and was smoking on a pipe, whilst reading a newspaper article dated "4th June 1806" It was a strange newspaper and showed a moving photograph and students dancing, but some didn't look all that happyThe woman, on the other hand was reading a fiction book…I cut my thoughts short; even I wasn't aware of my observing skills.
"Some time this century, if you please" I groaned at the painting. This was ridiculous, didn't they know who I was!
"Excuse me, young man?" The gruff looking man placed his newspaper on his lap and looked up at me, and boy he didn't look too please.
-Gulp-
Hold on, I was scared of no one! This man was merely a painting, he can't even touch me, but I on the other hand could shred the picture into tiny squares…hmmm…
"This would be MY dorm, alright, now let me in before I go to the headmaster and order the removal of your painting, you do know I have the power, being Head Boy, that is!" I spat, making up my own rules as I went, but I could see that the woman was beginning to quiver slightly.
This can work to my advantage.
"Don' you worry, Martha, this chap don't got nothing of that power, Dumbledore wouldn' get rid of us now would 'e!" The old man stated as he stood up and let the newspaper fall to the ground.
"B-but he's head boy, George! 'ead Boy. You know what happened in our days, that…that…" The woman finally spoke as she trembled even more.
"Martha, look, things 'ave changed since our time, there isn't nothing to worry 'bout"
I would have raised my hand, but I WAS still carrying Granger, and I was being damn mature about the situation, but a man, such as my self does get restless, you know!
"You'll most definitely have something to worry about in a minute, now open up, or I will rip you into pieces!" I ordered the two, I mean I was up to watch them shudder because of me, but I was in no position to enjoy the moment, because if you haven't forgotten the mudblood is still here!
The old man just chuckled. HE chuckled! "ha! Fat chance my boy. Looks like you don' know this school. Dumbledore wouldn't leave us unprotected…"
Grrrr… I looked at the old plump; he was beginning to get on my bloody nerves. "Listen here. I-can-and-will-get-your-worthless-ass-shredded-you-hear-me. Why do you think I'm holding an unconscious girl in my arms? Now open up!" I smirked.
Looks like Granger might just come in handy…
"We're paintings sir. There's no need to stir, we know exactly what happened to your mistress." The woman peeped from behind her book; she had stopped trembling now and looked quite comfortable.
"THIS ISN'T MY BLOODY MISTRESS! And you don't want to see what I CAN do, you worthless piece of crap!" I raised my voice, there was no use trying to be civilised with these…creatures, they had no brain what so ever!
Alrigh', alrigh'. No need to wake the whole place up. I'd 'ave asked for the Password but it ent 10 yet is it? Quite an early entrance, don't you think, Martha? Usually, the heads come way after 10, as I've been advice, no entry till 10pm, sir!" The man was irritating me now.
"What on earth are you ranting on about-" I stopped mid sentence and I suddenly remembered that scroll that the professor had given me.
"Shit!" I said turning on my heel at once and hitting the air in frustration. Everything would have gone smoothly afterwards except for the small problem that Granger had gone flying down one flight of stairs. Funny thing was that she was still out like a broken light bulb.
I sighed in relief, I mean I would have never lived it down if she had woken up knowing that I had thrown her down the stairs – not purposefully of course, but as if she'd care!
"What time is it?" I asked not particularly aiming the question at anyone
"…Half past nine!" The lady from the portrait chipped in
I turned around yet again and smiled at the couple, "I'll spare your lives today, but you dare mess with a Malfoy again" I threatened before making my way down the stairs. I had no choice but to leave Hermi-, I mean Granger on the stairs; no one would come this way, as only the Head's dormitory was up here.
I made my way to Professor McGonagall's office, even though I wished I didn't have to, I had no choice, apparently.
"Mr. Malfoy!" A voice came from behind me and I stopped in my tracks, flung my self around and looked at my converser.
"Professor" I said monotonously. I was far from being delighted at meeting the Head of Gryffindor.
"I supposed Miss. Granger has been admitted into the Hospital Wing, you must be careful now! There are rules that you must follow. And I'm certain one of them prohibits the actions you took in the Great Hall. Now come this way" she said as she walked ahead of me and lead the way into her office.
This old bat most certainly had no taste what so ever. Her office was a maroon colour, the wall paper was disgusting and the furniture…lets not go into that, it was as if I had walked into an antique store.
"Take a seat, Mr. Malfoy" McGonagall spoke softly as she pointed to a crimson coloured chair.
Must I? For Merlin's sake, I really need a bath today, I'll have to scratch my body clean… I mean, not to be childish or anything, but having skin contact with Granger and then having to sit in this germ infested chair. The smell of this office was like rotten cheese: Peee-oooohh!
I did, however, comply and therefore took a seat. "What is this about?" I asked bluntly. I mean I wanted to spend as little time in here as possible.
"Mr. Malfoy!" the professor stamped her fist onto the table, which vibrated and emitted grey dust.
-Cough- -Cough-
"Yes Miss?" I asked, wondering what had got up her panties.
"Look here! You are head boy. You will keep to the expected reputation as head boy and you will LEARN SOME MANNERS! HERE ME?" She screamed like never before. Her face was beginning to take some unknown shade of colour.
"I- I-… it's been a long day…" that was all I could say, I mean come on, there is not way I'm about to apologise to the old hag!
"Listen to me Draco Malfoy! Your cheeky behaviour will not get you any where! Here…" She handed over a thick, something like 600 paged book (that was also ancient looking!) Blimey! This woman needed to come out into the 21st Century!
"This is?" I question whether or not to open the book.
"You and Miss. Granger will read through it, I'm quite certain you will need it more that Miss. Granger, it's a guide to becoming Head Boy and Girl. You will return it to me in a weeks time. Can you manage 587 pages in 7 days?" She paused and as I was about to answer her question she cut in, talk about manners! "Well you better had, because one wrong move, Mr. Malfoy and I'll take this badge away instantly!" He said before extending her hand and showing me two badges. One was Green and silver and read: "Head Boy", the other as you may guess was Red and Gold and read "Head Girl"
I smiled in delight as I took my badge and pinned it into place. However, I was still agitated, that whole thing about me needing the damn guide more that Granger; that favouritism!
"You will take this and give it to Miss. Granger when she is better, without fail! Understand?" She said raising an eyebrow at me
"Yes, Miss" I replied as I took the other badge and stuffed it into my pocket, where I had stashed a few of my unwanted goods – my wand was in my other pocket – very much wanted!
"The rule and regulations are in that book. As I said, it is a guide, so everything you need know will be there, your limits and permits… Now, the password…" She began and then lowered her voice, "…is Dilectio"
"Love?" I said unexpectedly. I AM good at Latin, you know! Boy, you underestimate people!
"That's correct, you will let Miss. Granger know it as well, and you will swear to secrecy, understand? No one but yourselves should know of the password, if for-"
It was my turn to cut her, I wasn't being rude or anything, I just wanted to get one thing straightened, "what about the portrait?"
"What about the portrait, Mr. Malfoy?" McGonagall asked impatiently, she was beginning to get agitated as well and I just couldn't help but smirk.
"Won't the people in the portrait know about the password?" I said, trying very hard not to crack up
"Yes, Mr. Malfoy, they too will know of the password, now please… If anyone DOES know the password, except for you, Miss. Granger AND the portrait, you will come to my office immediately! Understand?" She said starring at me with her beady eyes.
I nodded and stood up from the chair, "I'll be sure to do so." I said before turning around and nearly tripping over the ripped carpet.
"Hold on, for a minute!" I had no choice but to listen. "You forgot something"
"huh?" I said turning around instantly. Next thing I knew I was on the floor with a five hundred and eighty something paged book on top of me. How was I to know that the Professor had no control over her magic.
"Learn to catch Mr. Malfoy!" She said with a dodgy smile on her face, OH THE NERV OF THAT BLOODY WITCH!
"Thanks, I'm quite good at it, I am a seeker, unlik-" I stopped my self, I didn't want a detention and the realisation that I would be insulting a professor wouldn't be the right way to go about that no detention thing.
I took the book and walked out of her office, like a man.
Yes! A MAN!
"Oh! Merlin!" I heard a few books fall onto the floor and the noise of an old bat trying to hurry out of her office, "Mr. Malfoy!" Oh how much I wanted to run, but my feet seemed to think otherwise.
"Bloody Hell!" I muttered before slowly turning around and facing the professor,
"Here!" She said handing me a scented envelope before disappearing behind her office portrait.
The envelope was addressed to:
Mr. Draco Malfoy & Miss. Hermione Granger
(Head Boy & Head Girl)
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
I turned the envelope around and ripped it open, what in the world could this be! As if it wasn't enough being trapped for an hour with McGonagall, in her office, what more did the woman want?
The parchment had a gold border, and in the right-top corner was a green and silver design, as in the left-bottom corner was the repeated design in red and gold. The letter read:
Dear Mr. Draco Malfoy & Miss. Hermione Granger
It is my pleasure, as Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to inform you'll, as the first two students to be aware of a grand inter-house ball that will be established to celebrate Hogwarts' 200th anniversary!
As head boy and head girl, I am delighted to appoint you both as the host of the occasion. You will both be in charge of decorations, foods…etc The inter-house ball will take place in the Great Hall on the 14th of September.
I wish you both the best, and hope that you rise to the challenge and make this a celebration that is not forgotten. Have a wonderful year!
Yours Sincerely,
Professor Albus Dumbledore
P.S. May I also remind you that you must make sure all students are paired. More details about both your roles will be sent in time, however, both of you are free to select any partner that you wish.
I sighed in relief, for a moment there I thought I would HAVE to go with Granger, but looks like Dumbledore may have some sense, considering his old age. I wasn't too sure about being in charge of making this celebration, but I'll sleep on it.
On that note, I better get going, a few people are leaving the Great Hall and mudblood is still on the stairs… not that I care, but well.. I was to make an entrance into MY dormitory…
A/N: What do you think? A BALL! A BALL… now yes, Hermione and Draco don't NEED to go together.. if you get what I'm saying…but you'll see. Any ways, please REVIEW! I need to know what you think. And I've decided to put each P.O.V. as a different chapter. (I'll be changing Chapter one..so that it's in two!) ok well… REVIEW!