Summary: Hermione had a hard summer. She's back in school and a certain someone promised to do a mission for a friend. Easy he thought. He was wrong. It just turned in to Mission Impossible
Disclaimer: It would be the greatest honour to own these characters but that honour belongs to the Mistress of Stories that is JK Rowling. The only character's which are mine are Stephen and Prof. Londy.
On with the Story…
Return to Hogwarts
Once they had arrived at Hogwarts castle they had to sit through the sorting. Ron, as usual, was complaining about hunger. Hermione just tutted and turned to face the new first years. She could remember her own first year. The bushy haired, goody-two-shoes. She still hated people breaking the rules and she would never but she didn't mind as much now. This came mainly from being friends with two of the biggest rule breakers in the school. She had changed a lot since then. Her mother had insisted on her getting her hair straightened. It could still be bushy when she wanted it to be. Her eyes rested on Dumbledore.
"To our old students Welcome Back and to our new, Welcome. Before we get to our wonderful feast I would like to say that we also have a transfer student with us for a year. A seventh Year Slytherin, Stephen Annesly." Dumbledore said starting to clap
Hermione didn't clap along with the others but instead was staring from Dumbledore to the boy who had just stood up. She stayed that way staring at them each in turn until the boy had sat down.
"Hermione, you ok?" Harry asked concerned
"Fine, Look Dumbledore's talking again" Hermione replied hurriedly
Dumbledore was indeed standing again. "We would also like to welcome Professor Londy, our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher." Dumbledore said once again clapping.
Hermione studied the professor who was now standing up. He had wavy black hair and a naturally tanned complexion. He looked pretty good and obviously she wasn't the only one to notice. Hermione saw a couple of 4th year girls checking their make-up in pocket mirrors and some 1st year girls looking at him and then to their friend and whispering. Idiotic! Honestly, I never acted like that. And 1st Years too! Hermione thought to herself.
Dumbledore had obviously told them to start the feast as magnificent dishes appeared from seemingly no where. All during her meal though Hermione kept glancing up to the Slytherin table and the new boy. At one stage Malfoy, who was sitting beside him, locked eyes with Hermione who immediately dropped her gaze and turned a bit pink.
At the end of the feast Hermione said bye to her friends and walked up to the front of the hall where Professor McGonagall was waiting. Malfoy was still talking to his friends.
"Miss Granger will you fetch him here and tell his friends to be on their way." Professor McGonagall said.
Hermione walked purposefully up to him and tapped him on the shoulder as he had his back to her. He turned around and glared at her.
"What do you want mudblood?" Malfoy asked
"You need to come to Professor McGonagall and you need to go to the Dormitories. You can talk tomorrow." Hermione said in a tone of I'm-in-charge-and-you-can't-do-anything-about-it. She recognised Stephen, He recognised her but she purposefully didn't look at him.
"As far as I know you can't give me orders" Malfoy said
"As far as you know is wrong. I can, especially if they're orders from McGonagall now come" Hermione ordered. Some of Malfoy's friends started to laugh at that order. "And you can move your slimy asses down to your dormitories. Now Go!"
They finally left and Hermione walked back to McGonagall. Malfoy reluctantly followed her. This was going to be murder.
"Now that Mr. Malfoy has decided to join us we may go. Follow me" McGonagall ordered.
Malfoy and Hermione followed Professor McGonagall into a part of the castle they had never been in before. McGonagall stopped abruptly in front of a portrait of a tall skinny lady dressed all in black. There were spider webs all over the portrait and millions of spiders in the painting.
"This is Arachne, the Black Widow" Professor McGonagall said. "Arachne" McGonagall said now addressing the portrait "These are this years Head boy and girl"
"Really" Arachne said drawing out the one word. "I hope you're better than last years. They couldn't stand my spiders. Had to be moved to another set of quarters" She said in a low raspy voice and then erupted in to high pitched giggles.
"That's quite enough Arachne. Mr Malfoy, Ms Granger, you must decide on a password but you must both agree on it." Professor McGonagall said. "When you've decided tell Arachne and go in. Goodnight"
"Well, what do you want the password to be?" Hermione asked
"We could have something like Sex God or something" Malfoy suggested
"You weirdo" Hermione muttered. "I'm sorry, it ain't my style. What about something like Athena?"
"Who or what does that mean?" Malfoy asked
"She's a Greek goddess. Of power or something but…"Hermione said. She went and whispered the rest in his ear. "Arachne challenged Athena to a weaving contest and Athena won and she turned Arachne into a spider"
"Ok then. Athena it is" Malfoy said
"Arachne, we've chosen our password." Hermione said.
"What is it then?" Arachne said with an air of impatience.
"Athena" Hermione said
"Ahh" She cried "Why do people always do this to me. I'd kill that stupid goddess if she wasn't immortal"
"Arachne, you have to let us in now" Malfoy said
Sure enough the door opened to reveal a massive open planned living space. There were sofas and arm chairs by the fire and a small kitchen in the opposite corner. There were two doors on the two opposite corners. One said Hermione Granger and the other Draco Malfoy. Hermione ran into hers. A big king size, four poster bed covered in satin red sheets with gold throws. The pillows were a mixture of both colours. There was a very big bay window which looked out over the grounds. She presumed Malfoy's would be the same only with green and silver. She opened her wardrobe and found all her clothes there and opened the drawers in her vanity table. Another door was in a different, tucked away corner. She presumed it led into the shared bathroom. At the moment she didn't care. Hermione got into the first pyjamas that came to her hand. Black shorts and tank top which said Men should be like chocolate: Rich and Tasty in a hot pink.
Hermione quickly ran down the stairs to fetch herself a mug of cocoa. She had asked Dumbledore specifically for this as she always had it when she was at home. The kettle was boiling and Malfoy came out of his room and saw the kettle.
"What the fuck is that Granger?" Malfoy asked
"What's what?" Hermione asked not turning around.
"The thing that you have in your hand" Malfoy said
"Oh this. It's a kettle. A muggle contraption but you wouldn't know that not wanting to get you precious pureblood hands dirty" Hermione said pouring the water and walking back to her bedroom.
"Granger, why were you staring at me during the feast?" Malfoy asked
"What!" Hermione cried turning around. "I don't stare at nasty little ferrets!"
"Well I never said you were staring at a nasty little ferret, I said you were staring at me" Malfoy said
"I wasn't staring at you so don't flatter yourself and encase you didn't get my meaning last time, you are a nasty little ferret." Hermione said slamming her door and within 2 minutes Malfoy could her singing.
He crept up to the door and listened. Hermione was obviously listening to some sort of music but she was singing along too.
You're a song
Written by the hands of God
Don't get me wrong cause
This might sound to you a bit odd
But you own the place
Where all my thoughts go hiding
And right under your clothes
Is where I find them.
Underneath your clothes
There's an endless story.
There's the man I chose
There's my territory
And all the things I deserve
For being such a good girl honey.
Because of you
I forgot the smart ways to lie
Because of you
I'm running out of reasons to cry
When the friends are gone
And the party's over
We will still belong to each other.
God, she can really sing but what a depressing song. Wonder who she's singing about. Oh Well I better get to bed considering tomorrow is the first day of school. I'll have to show Blaise and Stephen but Definitely not Pansy. Malfoy thought walking over to his room.
Hermione was thinking about Stephen. She had honestly thought that he was a muggle. Oh well. I need to get to bed. I swear if Malfoy bring's Parkinson in here for sex I'll make him put a silencing charm on his room. Harry, Ron and Ginny will love it here and Malfoy can't prevent me from doing so. He'll probably bring Zabini and Stephen which is just great…NOT! I swear I will kill the guy if he says one word about summer because it'll probably be a lie. Hermione was thinking. She turned off her music and went to sleep full of anticipation ready for the first day back
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A/N: Arachne is pronounced Arakny. The story about Athena and Arachne is a real Greek Myth.