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Chapter 2: Disarray:
Hermione:
Bloody brilliant, Hermione thought to herself as she collected the remainder of her dispersed belongings; there was only fifteen minutes left until Transfiguration Class started, and she was left with an expanse of books and parchment to take care of, and the person that had caused her this misfortune sauntered off once he realized that he was in fact helping one of his supposed enemies. Once collected enough Hermione noticed that her transfiguration book was missing, so she had no choice but to head back up to her dorm and locate it. Casting a quick levitation spell on her books Hermione broke into a quick trot down a remaining corridor, she skidded to a stop in front of the fat lady mumbled, "Snitch" and ran up the stairs to her dormitory; after much relentless searching and the failed Accio, Hermione gave up only to realize that she had a Potions book that wasn't hers. Then it dawned on her; Malfoy, she thought, that complete utter git, first that insufferable twat knocks me over and then pretends to help only so he could steal my Transfiguration textbook; and now the immature little bastard's made me over twenty minutes late for Transfiguration she could only hope that Professor McGonagall would understand; and it was with that thought that she spend down the stairs, through the portrait, down seven flights of stairs, and lastly three very long corridors before she caught her breath and knocked on McGonagall's door.
"Miss. Granger, how nice of you to join us", said McGonagall her voice pricked needles into Hermione's conscious, never had she ever been late to a class let alone to a class taught by a woman that she respected so much.
"I'm sorry Professor", Hermione spoke her head bowed, and "I had a bit of a predicament with my books."
With a once over at Hermione's disarray McGonagall nodded slightly and said "No matter the predicament Miss. Granger tardiness is not permitted in my classroom, and it makes no difference as to what the stature or record of the student may be, so you may see yourself out into the courtyard until class is dismissed, and I shall have a word with you then."
"Yes, Professor", Hermione responded to the command, and saw herself out to the courtyard; at least it wasn't overtly sunny or dreary, she thought, but the wait was sure to torture her.
Draco:
He heard a light thunk, rising from the red velvet chair and brushing the dust off of his uniform. He strode over and opened the door to see a bright green apple, a large bite taken out of the side. A jolt shocked his stomach as he glanced around. Seeing no one he walked out of the Room and went towards his next class, knowing he was late, but not caring. "Draco Malfoy, I don't know why you even showed up. There's only ten minutes left of class..." Professor McGonagall said, glaring up at him from her lecture. He noticed that Granger's seat was also absent. "You may sit in the courtyard until I come and get you."
With a heavy sigh, he pushed open the door, suddenly realizing he was still clutching the Mudblood's books. He noticed her immediately; her usually frizzy hair was pulled back tightly. The light seemed to illuminate her silhouette, the curve of her shoulder gliding down her slender right arm; he followed it all the way down... He snapped at his thoughts, shoving the books on the bench next to her and walked over the bench furthest away from her.