Dada practice
The week passed without any special circumstances, except for Harry almost losing his head when Ron hit a bludger in the wrong direction during Quidditch practice.
Before Hermione knew it, it was Wednesday evening. Trying to finish the big pile of housework she received, Hermione hadn't got a chance to go to Hogsmeade to buy a new wand. Luckely they didn't have to use their wands much this week, it was more theory than practice.
She snapped a huge book of Arithmacy shut and left for dinner. She waved to Harry and Ron, but they didn't see her coming, apparently discussing something.
Hermione could hear Ron whispering: "So when he's busy, you put the." He stopped when Harry gave him a kick under the table. "Oh, hello Hermione!" they both said innocently.
"Ok, what's going on?" she asked.
"Nothing, just discussing some.euhm.Quidditch strategy," Harry quickly said.
".Because we want to be ready for the match against Slytherin next week." Ron finished the sentence and he turned back to Harry. "I want to see his face when we're showing our 'strategy'."
Hermione thought it would be the best to leave it with that, and annoyed, she started to play with her food.
After a half hour of completely being ignored by Harry and Ron, she headed for McGonagall's office. It was time anyway. She knocked on the door and went in. "Ah, Miss Granger." McGonagall said. "Please, sit down."
Before Hermione went to her seat she swiftly looked behind the door, in case a certain Slytherin was standing there to scare her. "No, Mr Malfoy isn't here yet." McGonagall said, wondering to herself whether Hermione had gone insane.
A second knock was heard and Malfoy came in. "Good evening, Mr Malfoy, please sit down." McGonagall said again. "I have good news for the both of you: the Headmaster was pleased that you behaved yourself like young adults should. You don't have to go to the room anymore."
The air in the office suddenly started to move when they both sighed in relief. "Yes, well, it's not over yet." McGonagall said dryly. "I hope you behave to same tonight, and practice every spell you know, because the ministries are coming Friday. Now then, please follow me to the Dada class."
Malfoy went first outside and McGonall said to Hermione. "I'm afraid it will be pure theoretical for you, because I've gathered from what Mr Potter said, that you still haven't bought a wand?"
"No, professor."
"You'll have time until Saturday morning, 'cause Saturday at noon you have to demonstrate your skills to the ministry." McGonagall said and she left the office too.
Hermione looked up from her 'Standard Book of Spells' when Professor Caerulea sqeaked in delightment. "Very good, Mr Malfoy, very good!" he said proudly.
Hermione thought Caerulea was right. It was hard to admit, but Malfoy was the best when it came to Dada, even better than her. She watched how he warmed up with some simplistic spells like 'wingardium leviosa' and then recited some difficult spells that she couldn't even find in her spellbook.
She looked at him and saw that he put his whole body in a state of pure concentration. And he was right too, because the spell he was practicing took a lot of energy. If his attention lacked for just one second, he could be carried away to the infirmary 'in a matchbox' as Snape once stated.
"Oh, this is fantastic, Mr Malfoy!" professor Caerulea sqealed, " Ten points to Slytherin."
Malfoy looked smug. He dropped his wand next to Hermione and bend over to her. "Is there anything I can't do?" he whispered in her ear. "Yes," she whispered back, " Catch the snitch."
Authors note : Ok, this was a very short chapter. Why? Because I couldn't wait to write the next one! There will be feasting, dancing and...more.
The week passed without any special circumstances, except for Harry almost losing his head when Ron hit a bludger in the wrong direction during Quidditch practice.
Before Hermione knew it, it was Wednesday evening. Trying to finish the big pile of housework she received, Hermione hadn't got a chance to go to Hogsmeade to buy a new wand. Luckely they didn't have to use their wands much this week, it was more theory than practice.
She snapped a huge book of Arithmacy shut and left for dinner. She waved to Harry and Ron, but they didn't see her coming, apparently discussing something.
Hermione could hear Ron whispering: "So when he's busy, you put the." He stopped when Harry gave him a kick under the table. "Oh, hello Hermione!" they both said innocently.
"Ok, what's going on?" she asked.
"Nothing, just discussing some.euhm.Quidditch strategy," Harry quickly said.
".Because we want to be ready for the match against Slytherin next week." Ron finished the sentence and he turned back to Harry. "I want to see his face when we're showing our 'strategy'."
Hermione thought it would be the best to leave it with that, and annoyed, she started to play with her food.
After a half hour of completely being ignored by Harry and Ron, she headed for McGonagall's office. It was time anyway. She knocked on the door and went in. "Ah, Miss Granger." McGonagall said. "Please, sit down."
Before Hermione went to her seat she swiftly looked behind the door, in case a certain Slytherin was standing there to scare her. "No, Mr Malfoy isn't here yet." McGonagall said, wondering to herself whether Hermione had gone insane.
A second knock was heard and Malfoy came in. "Good evening, Mr Malfoy, please sit down." McGonagall said again. "I have good news for the both of you: the Headmaster was pleased that you behaved yourself like young adults should. You don't have to go to the room anymore."
The air in the office suddenly started to move when they both sighed in relief. "Yes, well, it's not over yet." McGonagall said dryly. "I hope you behave to same tonight, and practice every spell you know, because the ministries are coming Friday. Now then, please follow me to the Dada class."
Malfoy went first outside and McGonall said to Hermione. "I'm afraid it will be pure theoretical for you, because I've gathered from what Mr Potter said, that you still haven't bought a wand?"
"No, professor."
"You'll have time until Saturday morning, 'cause Saturday at noon you have to demonstrate your skills to the ministry." McGonagall said and she left the office too.
Hermione looked up from her 'Standard Book of Spells' when Professor Caerulea sqeaked in delightment. "Very good, Mr Malfoy, very good!" he said proudly.
Hermione thought Caerulea was right. It was hard to admit, but Malfoy was the best when it came to Dada, even better than her. She watched how he warmed up with some simplistic spells like 'wingardium leviosa' and then recited some difficult spells that she couldn't even find in her spellbook.
She looked at him and saw that he put his whole body in a state of pure concentration. And he was right too, because the spell he was practicing took a lot of energy. If his attention lacked for just one second, he could be carried away to the infirmary 'in a matchbox' as Snape once stated.
"Oh, this is fantastic, Mr Malfoy!" professor Caerulea sqealed, " Ten points to Slytherin."
Malfoy looked smug. He dropped his wand next to Hermione and bend over to her. "Is there anything I can't do?" he whispered in her ear. "Yes," she whispered back, " Catch the snitch."
Authors note : Ok, this was a very short chapter. Why? Because I couldn't wait to write the next one! There will be feasting, dancing and...more.