I'm not sure if I'm going to get this chapter finished before I can sign on at 10:45, but I'll try. It's 10:09 now. Wish me luck!
Chapter 5
The Three Broomsticks
Hermione's POV
When I walked into the Three Broomsticks, Harry waved me over. He and Ron were sitting at a large table with various members of the Gryffindor house. A few Ravenclaws and a Hufflepuff added some color into the predominantly red corner.
"Hey, Mione." Ron handed me a butterbeer as I sat down, then he and Harry returned to their Quidditch discussion. Hannah Abbot, the Hufflepuff Prefect, was sitting next to me.
"Hey, Hermione. Where have you been? The guys came in half and hour ago, I figured you'd be with them."
"I was getting my you-know-what for the other you-know-what."
"Ooh, cool."
"Yeah. I'll have to show it you later. You'll absolutely love it." She nodded and Madame Rosmerta walked over to the table. Setting a large tray of butterbeers on the table, she smiled at us.
"Enjoy, sweeties." A loud cheer greeted her words and she winked and hurried off to the other tables. Padma Patil, a Ravenclaw threw the topic of the similarities between Algebra and Arithmancy on the table. Most of the muggleborns joined in.
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Draco's POV
When I walked into the pub, the noise startled me, but I didn't show it. I saw Granger next to the redheaded Weasel. Her face was serious and I knew she was discussing some school related topic. I took a seat in the corner near them, but at the next table. Granger was right behind me. The topic switched from something called 'Algebra' to the hardest potion and various theorems. Hannah was arguing that Polyjuice was harder than the Draught of Ill-Will according to Pythagoras' theory. Granger was stubbornly disagreeing. I leaned over.
"Granger, how would you know if the Polyjuice isn't harder unless you've brewed it?" Granger turned to face me, blushing. "And I don't think we've brewed it in class yet." She turned redder.
"It-it doesn't matter, Malfoy. I just know it's not harder, alright?" she glared at me.
"Ok, Granger, but I do want to know how you know." I smirked at her and she turned back to Hannah. I turned back to my own table, sipping my butterbeer; thankful the flu was going around the Slytherin house. Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy were in the hospital wing. I made a mental note to bring up the Polyjuice thing later. An argument with Granger was always amusing. And as much as I hated to admit it, she was hot when she was angry. But for now, I was content to interject random comments in the conversation going on behind me to piss everyone off. It had been a fairly good morning, at least to my standards.
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There! And it's only 10:54. Not bad on timing. I hope you all enjoyed it, now leave me a review and let me know what you think! Sorry it's so short!
~K~