Who Do You Think You Are?!
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Alright, I know that the review system can be a little glitchy (I've had problems reviewing as well), and I really appreciate that you guys (especially Miss Roxton) are taking the time to review. So, to sweeten the pot, if you review and include in the review not only your message but whether or not you have stories (and what name they are under), I will hop on over and check out your stories and review you too!
Back to business . . .
So, for Ch. 5, I want. . . 7 reviews before I post. Let's get those numbers up there, okay? Post on any chapter, because I'll be able to see that 7 more reviews have come up (I have 21 total on the story right now). Thanks, and I'll see you on the review page.
Brenna of the separatesisters
Chapter 4: In the Beautiful Old Room. . .
"Oh, for Merlin's sake, get out of that bloody bed, Granger," Draco Malfoy's voice woke Hermione abruptly and she groaned at the thought of him seeing her in such a state: asleep, in dress robes made for a evening that led to a sleepless night, in a room that must have been designed for love-making, and sleep-tousled.
"And to what do I owe your presence, Malfoy?" Hermione said, sitting up and scraping her hair back into a ponytail. She reached into her pocket for a hair tie but remembered that she wasn't wearing her own robes.
A heavy silk ribbon matching the robes appeared in her empty hand as she was cursing about lack of a hair-tie and she looked up at Draco.
"Was that you, Malfoy?"
"When have I ever done anything to make you think that I would ever do something for you?"
"Right. House-elf?"
"A rather large one, I'd guess," Draco said, and Severus stepped into the room.
"I heard the beautiful cacophony of a Slytherin and a Gryffindor going at it, so I decided to check on you, Hermione. Put your hair back, child, or it will knot and become the bush it used to be," Snape said tiredly. His face was still smarting from the smack, Hermione could tell.
"So now I'm back to being a child, am I?" Hermione said, rising from the bed and glaring at the much taller man, her wand hand beginning its slow ascension.
"Oh, bloody hell this is like a bad fan-written story," Draco muttered before he left the room. "You'd be interested to know that the weather casters were wrong. It looks as if the flood is going to be resurging soon. In fact, I think that you tow are pretty much stuck here."
From the hallway, Hermione and Severus could hear the POP of Draco apparating.
"I didn't know he could apparate," Hermione said, forgetting about casting a hex on Severus. Hands on hips, she turned her attention back to Severus. "Did you? What were we discussing?"
"You were about to pull that mop of yours out of your face so you could look like a reputable witch," Severus hissed, wanting to get her dander up and not knowing why.
"Reputable witch? What the bloody hell is that supposed to mean, anyway? You're a traitor who killed the greatest headmaster Hogwart's has ever seen, and you're saying that I don't measure up?" Hermione screeched, her wand rising to casting height.
"You know you're the bloody brightest witch of the age, but you refuse to look like it! You spend your time with Potter and Weasley, conveniently forgetting all that being their acquaintance has subjected you to all these years: being petrified, getting changed into a cat, racing through time and punching other students, being used as bait in the bloody Tri-Wizard Tournament " Snape was at full voice, but Hermione cut in.
"That had nothing at all to do with Ron or Harry! That was all due to my 'relationship' with Viktor Krum! You can't blame them for that!" Hermione shouted, but Snape continued his tirade.
"Battling wizards two three four times your age, and on the topic of Weasley, that farce of a relationship you think you have with him!" Snape finished and Hermione went white with anger.
"You shut your mouth now, Severus Snape. You know nothing of what I have with Ron!" Hermione said swinging her arm in what would have been an utterly spectacular slap, had it connected.
Snape caught her wrist in mid-air.
"D'you honestly think you could slap me again, and not pay the price?"
Okeydokey, chapter 4 for all you fans out there. As I told ya before, a measly 7 reviews will get chapter 5 on your computer screens.
By the by, how did everyone like Draco's 'fan-written story' line?
Thanks for the reviews I've gotten so far (and I'll be mentioning them more in my notes from now on), and I'll see YOU in the reviews page.
Brenna, of the separate-sisters