Title: Helping Her

Genre: Humor/ Romance

Category: Full Story

Summary: No one ever thought Draco Malfoy would show compassion. But being he cause of a major turn up at Hogwarts, he must show at least a spark of it for what he has to deal with.

Krysta's Notes: Wouldn't you be Out of your normal Character if you had to take care of you five year old enemy?

Chapter 3: Professor Jump-Up-A-Tree, Hi-Hi Professor Scrape, and Burning


Sitting Hermione between Blaise and himself, Draco glared holes at the old bat in front of the room. Giving a scowl to a happy Hufflepuff, he dropped his head, listening to the teacher rattle on about crystal balls.

"Well, partner up, and look through your inner eye..." She said, holding the last syllable out as she widened her eye and pointed at it. One of the Slytherins threw something which hit the desk, and caused the teacher to poke her eye.


Draco turned to Blaise after controlling his laughter. Looking at his crystal ball, he could see that Blaise had a lot of problems.


Hermione stood in front of Trelawny's table. "Professer Tree, I don't have a partner." She said, making the divination teacher squirm.

"Oh, you shall be my partner, you possess a strong inner eye relation." Hermione sat in front of the Professor.

Draco and Blaise stopped joking about their deaths when they heard screaming. They looked around noticing that Hermione was gone.


"You, Professor Jump-Up-A-Tree, have the most screwed up, bloody job in the world!" She cried out, looking at the lady. Many students stared and some laughed at the five year old use of words.

"I'm gonna die in seven days? You sound like that retard from the Ring and look like a White African cow!" Hermione stormed from the classroom.

"Crazy bloody bitch!" She yelled, making the class snicker as the bell rang, and Draco ran after Hermione.


"Hermione." He said, the girl whipped around, a fire lit in her eyes.

"What? What could you possibly want, now, you bloody wanker?" Her eyes died down. "Sorry, hey Draco." He could hear Blaise sniggering behind him.

"And what, may I ask, is so bloody funny, you have to laugh!" She thundered at Blaise, making him cringe.

"Nothing." He said softly.

"That's what I thought." She said, but Draco's watched her eyes light up. He looked around and smiled; Hermione had just seen Professor Snape.


"Hi-Hi, Professor Scrape!" The child chirruped, launching herself onto the older man. He turned around, glaring at the Gryffindor, but gave a smile when he recognize her face. Who could ignore a cute child like that?


She followed Professor 'Scrape' into the Great Hall, and up to the staff table, who smiled at her.

"Hi-Hi Professor Minnie, Professor Bushy-Head, Professor Box, Professor Grampie."

"Hi Hermione!" They all chorused.


Professor Minnie was Professor McGonagall, who had informed Hermione of her real name, and since she couldn't pronounce it, she called her Professor Minnie.

Professor Bushy-Head was Hagrid. The child had taken an immediate liking to Hagrid's bushy mane of hair.

Professor Box was Professor Binns. Hermione hadn't known what he meant when he told her his name, and assumed by 'Binns' he had meant 'Box'

Last, but not least, Professor Grampie, or Dumbledore. She had also taken a liking to him and his white fluffy beard and called him 'Grampie' or 'StoryTeller'.


Sitting next to Professor 'Scrape' she began eating her food, silently, still managing to get food on her face. Professor McGonagall kindly wiped it off.


Hermione's corn, which lay at the end of her spoon in a big lump, had been launched in the air when she dropped her goblet, spilling pumpkin juice. The corn hit the chandelier in the ceiling and it fell, forcing the Slytherins from their table, which had been lit in fire. Hagrid had jumped up from the pumpkin juice in his lap, and his empty goblet rolled down the table. Hermione jumped on the table, chasing the goblet, and failing, flying off the end of the table, and climbing underneath it to look for the goblet. It knocked a candle over, forcing the candle to the floor. The wetness of the table didn't help the fire. Everyone evacuated the Great Hall, as the staff table collapsed in ashes and fire.


Draco, being the last person, left the Great Hall in ruins, though swearing up and down he heard someone in a small coughing fit, but saw no one and left. Although, he forgot, that Hermione never escaped from underneath the burning table.


Krysta's Notes: XD Laughed at the Divination, cried at the ending.>. ,Poor Hermione, I yell at Draco for not searching for her. Oh well, we'll see what happens to her.