Ch.2- Hermione's Secert
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"Looks to me like the Weasley's finally skipped a generation with the whole freakazoid thing...oh wait, I'm wrong. I forgot you got an eye on your head and your sister is just plain ugly like the rest of you," snickered Malfoy laughing to himself. Ron and Harry jumped up to start a fight; Hermione just sat still eating her sandwich in peace. Harry never noticed before how she looked at Malfoy with her large luscious eyes.
"Fuck you Malfoy! Fuck you and your fucking family to the fucking place you came from. Oh my gosh I just said fuck like I don't know SIX times in one sentence, I must really fucking hate you Fuckfoy," shouted Ron with anger in all three of his eyes. Ron hated it when people talked about his family and Harry for some reason jumped at the name of Ginny.
"My boy, I do see you're unclear that I'm asking you chaps why you're sitting near the Forbidden Forest eating lunch when I didn't see you at DADA today, Potter," laughed Malfoy, who knew exactly why the gang was sitting outside and why Ron was growing another eye on his forehead.
Hermione sighed several times, looking into Malfoy's deep blue eyes and thinking of how pureblood wizards looked so magically mystical and acted to dangerous to keep up appearances. Hermione always dreamed of Draco being strong underneath all the green robes and evil facade he had.
"Malfoy, you, of course, of all people know we have been affected by the Creature Creation epidemic going around the school, so what happen to you," corrected Harry.
Draco flicked his hair back and gazed a wicked smile. "Scar Boy, may I say that only the mudbloods and the blood traitors are stuck with the illness. How it happens is just another mystery of life; God just loves the charming," said Malfoy with a laugh, giving a kick into Ron's lunch.
Harry noticed Hermione looking at her food trying not to look at Malfoy's face and she was yearning to release her inner devil to the pureblood beauty. Harry started gulping again and wondered what Ron would say if he told him his crush had a crush on the boy he hated with a passion; a spider passion.
"What's the matter with you, Granger, cat got your tongue? Or did you turn into a cat with this nasty illness because you are the biggest mudblood I know," giggled Malfoy giving Crabbe a high five.
"Draco, I will happily tell you I have the ability to see through walls and to go invisible and for your information …..I would remember to wear undergarments without your name on them," quietly laughed Hermione. Harry and Ron gave each other the sizzle finger and Malfoy ran off with his bodyguards. He was rather angry and yet he was confused.
Suddenly Ron and Harry stopped while looking at Hermione. She was blushing while the two boys waited for an answer. Hermione laughed to herself before making the two very uncomfortable.
"Well you know when I said I could see and walk through walls; I can also see through any type of material, such as layers of clothing," giggled Hermione putting her face down not to look at them. The two boys turned deep red and simultaneously cupped their hands over their bodies.
"You perverted little bookworm," laughed Ron who secretly wished he had that power to look at Hermione in that way. He started to wonder if he had put undergarments on in the first place considering he was frantic not to change in front of girls and that he was turning into a SPIDER.
"What Ron, I can not see through all material just cloth on clothes and robes are made of wool, Malfoy just happen to be wearing a pair of cloth pants," said Hermione, who was really telling one big fib. Harry kept on covering himself considering he read her mind.
Malfoy had become the evil kid on campus considering he tried to kill the last headmaster. During the summer Malfoy was in court and the jury decided it was best for him to finish school; of course Malfoy lied and said he was sleepwalking at the time.
Since he couldn't kill the headmaster, Draco wasn't allowed to be a part of the Death Eaters; which, in his case, was complete torture. His father is still trying to find a way for revenge on what happened to his son… as soon as he got out of jail.
Time had past since lunch and the sky was starting to become darker within the night. The young first year who could shoot fire from her nails created a camp fire while the boy who could think of an object created dozens of bratwursts and marshmallow spiders. Everyone was sitting on blankets listening in on the sounds of the night; Harry had called a Creature Creation meeting to solve the problem once and for all.
"Well, I wonder if this is from the cafeteria cooking or brainwaves from when the ghosts try to sing," joked one of the third years who had grown wings. Everyone tried to ignore that comment considering the ghosts can't sing. Hermione pulled a book out of her tent and began to read. Ron on the other hand was up in a tree because he was forming another eye and that he could shoot sticky material from his hands, feet, mouth, and other openings down below.
"I think the problem is much more serious, like why does this happen to us and not the others within the school and what do we have that the unaffected students don't have?" asked Harry to the rest of the crowd. He was blowing out his bratwurst while reading the minds of what the students had to say. More then half of the children however weren't a big help considering they were laughing and playing games during the meeting.
"Susie Interfiled doesn't have powers and she has good looks," suggest a second year girl who had turned into a monkey overnight.
"Yolanda, I think there is more to it them having pretty looks…but then again Malfoy was telling me about how he wasn't effected because of his charm..but he has no charm so that can't be true," said Harry, hoping the others would speak up so they could stop thinking of the powers for once; he had the chance to read minds and he would rather hear people speak.
Harry looked over at Hermione who was deep into a book but again she thinking of Malfoy, the bastard. For what he could see from the light of the fire, she was reading a romance novel instead of school work and Hermione always chose homework over pleasure, or so he thought. She was dreaming of Malfoy in a young hormone stage, kissing her and her kissing him. Harry tried not to gulp again, but it was if he didn't even know the young woman in front of him; she liked Draco Malfoy after all the creulty he dealt her. And Hermione could have Ron any time, so she couldn't be desperate for attention; but then again Ron isn't the sharpest of the bunch.
"Wait a pansy set minute, Yolanda, is Susie a Slytherin?" asked Harry, almost hopping into the fire as he leapt to his feet. He had figured it out and, again, he had done without help because Harry Potter was the smartest boy alive he and only he could kill the Unnamed Man single handed. He was praising himself and he seemed to do this a lot after having to dump Ginny, he wasn't getting much in his love life; he could always use Hermione but that was Ron's girl, after all.
"As matter a fact Potter, my friend Susie is a Slytherin," said Yolanda, happy to find out they figured out the cause.
But then an orange haired boy jumped up in anger."But I am a Slytherin and I freeze stuff with a touch of a finger, wrong, Potter, wrong. You're way wrong," shouted the boy because he had been told Harry hated the Slytherin but he had never thought it was true.
"Okay, I was wrong, but how is it possible to be stuck like this without everyone stuck like? I will find out the cause of this problem and I will keep on thinking of some sort of conclusion until the fire goes out!" shouted Harry dramatically, standing back up and pointing his finger to the sky. Suddenly, a boy sneezed water out of his nose and the fire went out completely. Harry gave the boy a angry look and someone started the fire again.
Everyone was thinking again and Harry waited for someone else to speak out, watching Hermione tensely. Suddenly, Hermione was moved her hands the way he was. He kicked his foot and she kicked hers; Harry stopped looking at her and she kept on reading.
"That's odd," he thought to himself. "If I read the mind for a long time I can control the person." Harry began to smile a wicked smile of pleasure and mischief. He would test the dummy material on Malfoy in class tomorrow.
The meeting became dull after of hours of not finding a conclusion to the Creature Creation problem. Harry ordered the meeting over and the students rushed into their tents for a good night's rest. He would go to class tomorrow and he would take Ron with him; Ron would just have to wear a hat over his forming eyes. Ron decided to sleep in the tree because after all spiders get stepped on if near humans. Harry put out the fire and crawled into his tent next to Hermione's.
In the middle of the night, Harry heard someone coming up the path to the campsite. He really didn't want to remove himself from the tent considering he wasn't wearing a shirt; he became very modest after breaking up with Ginny. He focused his eyes out the screen side of the tent near the tree Ron was sleeping in. Harry noticed Ron and took a deep look into his mind; suddenly he could see what Ron was seeing. He moved Ron's head to where the path was.
Harry waited for the trespasser and wondered how on earth he was the one to get such an interesting power. Suddenly he saw a blonde head come closer and closer to the campsite.
"Shit, Malfoy…but why on earth his he doing here in the middle of the night? He is probably trying to ruin our tents or bring a teacher up to kick us all out," questioned Harry to himself. Malfoy stopped in the middle of the fire pit; he was waiting for something; probably his attack dogs or something serious he paid for in Knockturn Alley.
Hermione slipped out of her tent, looking rather nervous that someone was to see her in her pajamas. Harry could add Hermione looked damn right hot in her short tank and fleece pants; he hit his head and told himself it was the break-up talking. He was just hoping to keep control of Ron's head to finish seeing this, Hermione either knew he was coming or was going to head for a walk.
"Draco, is that you?" whispered Hermione out to the fire pit. She was looking for him and it made Harry start to gulp again. Malfoy was in his pajamas as well; a silk man night gown with his name imprinted on the fabric. Malfoy turned to see Hermione in the dark; he ran over and kissed her madly.
"Hermione, are you sure that no one will see us, last time in the bathroom was quite a problem because that damn crying ghost," snickered Malfoy holding Hermione in his arms. Harry then had it click in his head; Hermione and Malfoy were a couple! Harry then started gulping extremely and was having trouble breathing.
"Don't say such bad words Malfoy, I am woman after all," giggled Hermione looking at him and smiling. Harry then realized Hermione was using her x-ray vision on Malfoy and he began to feel sick to his stomach.
"Just meet me at the lake in two days at this same time, I will be there, my love," murmured Malfoy giving Hermione a long passionate kiss before leaving. It had been hours of horseplay and kiss face until Hermione started heading to her tent. Harry stared at Malfoy's head through Ron's eyes until he could no longer see the blonde hair up the path.
"Ouch! Oddly I can not read Malfoy's mind…I wonder why?" Harry thought to himself after dropping Ron's mind to sleep and sleeping himself. Malfoy was unreadable to Harry's powers and that was odd because Harry could read the stupidest brains, like Ron's. Harry then wondered if it had to do with why Malfoy was so evil; maybe his mind was to evil to be read or just maybe Malfoy was behind the Creature Creation after all.
Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath before trying to sleep. It was hard for him to sleep with all this commotion going on; Hermione loves Malfoy, Malfoy loves Hermione, he could control people, and yet he could not read Malfoy's mind. Harry settled down and began to snore; little did Harry know another fire was getting lit in the school, forcing the headmistress to create drastic measures.