Books and potions
Books and robes flew through the Gryffindor common room, landing in Hermione's trunk. The Christmas holidays had started and she would go home for a few weeks. She was happy that she could leave the castle. She thought she was going to explode otherwise.
"Really sure you want to leave me alone here?" Harry asked with a smile. The Weasleys were going home too for the holidays.
"Oh, I'm sorry Harry, but you're a big boy now." Hermione said, like if she was talking to a todler.
"This is going to be boring." Harry sighed.
"I'll send you an owl every day." Hermione said, hugging her friend.
"Thanks Mione." Harry laughed.
"Can I leave you alone for five minutes? Cause I need to get some clothes from my bedroom."
"Come back soon!" Harry said, doing a good todler imitation with his armes outstretched.
Hermione laughed and went up the stairs. She took some clothes out of her closet, when a small book fell on the ground. She kneeled down to pick it up. Hermione stopped breathing for a second when she saw that it was Draco's diary. She put it in her pocket and left the room again.
"Ready with packing?" Ron asked her.
"Yes." she replied.
"The train is leaving in 40 minutes," Ron said, "We better get going."
The trio left the common room and went to the hallway. It was filled with students who had to pass Filch. Hermione and Ron went to the formed line.
"Oh yes, Harry, before I forget, can you give this back to Malfoy?" Hermione asked and she gave Harry the diary.
Ron smiled when he heard the name Malfoy again. He thought that Hermione finally hated Malfoy again. Hermione saw his expression, but she didn't say anything. She hadn't told them about that night in Hagrid's hut.
"And don't try to open it, 'cause there's a Locking Charm on it." she added when she saw Harry's curious face.
Harry sighed, he had almost forgotten that Malfoy would stay at Hogwarts too this year.
"I'll give it to him." Harry muttered.
Hermione hugged Harry once more time and she and Ron said goodbye to him, then they left the castle. They were followed by Crabbe and Goyle.
'Aha' Hary thought, 'So Ferret Boy is all alone and without protection.'
Harry waved goodbye to Hermione and Ron and went to the Great Hall with a grim satisfaction. He went to the Gryffindor table and filled his plate. After breakfast and a annoying conversation with Collin Creevey, he went back to the hallway.He went up the stairs when he heard someone crossing the hallway. Harry looked around and saw that it was his arch enemy.
"Hey Ferret!" he yelled. He would never be nice to that boy again, after he just lost ten years to his enemy and he hadn't even received a 'thank you'.
"What is it, Scarhead?" Draco yelled back.
Harry's blood was boiling. Trying to keep himself under control, his hand let go of his wand and he took the diary. He threw it to Draco, nearly hitting Draco's head.
'Damn, missed.' Harry muttered and he went back to the stairs.
"Oh yeah," he yelled over his shoulder, "With the greetings from Hermione!"
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Hermione sat in the living room, together with her parents, enjoying the sight of the Christmas tree and opening presents. Strangely, she fellt quite empty, and not just because of a boy at Hogwarts. No, it was like something was missing. She thought about it for a moment, then her eyes grew wide open. She dropped her present and ran out of the living room.
"Hermione, what's wrong?" she heard her mother say.
But she kept running until she was in her room. 'It's been two months since Draco and I were locked up in the waiting room of Dumbledore,' Hermione thought to herself, 'I haven't had my periods since then, but that doesn't mean anything, does it?'
Slightly panicking, she quickly grabbed her potion ingredients and her cauldron. She opened her potionsbook so hard that it got ripped in half.
"Where is it? Where?" she muttered to herself while she flipped through the pages. Ah, here it was! Hermione picked some ingredients and threw them in the cauldron. After a few minutes, the potion got the right colour, bright blue. She took a needle and pricked in her finger. A tiny drop of blood fell in the cauldron.
"Please, don't become red, please!" Hermione whispered.
The potion bubbled happily until the bubbles suddenly disappeared and the potion became...blue again.
Hermione sighed in relief and she let herself fall on the bed. She wasn't pregnant. She waited until her heartbeat slowed down again and she went to the other site of the room to clean up the ingredients. She had forgotten the little cauldron and she fell over it. The liquid splashed all over the floor, leaving a red stain behind.
Author's note: What was that all about?!? Ok, it was a short chappie, but I have the next one ready. You know the rest: keep reading, R&R...blabla aaaaand...... Merry Christmas and a very very happy new year!!!
Fire&Ice : thank you! you make me blush :-)
Butterscotchwarrior : thank you for your review! It was lovely in Italy (leaving the fact that I fell 200m of a mountain away!)
Perfect butterfly blade: I think 'soap opera' is a good description of this story :-) They keep getting in trouble, don't they? But wait, it's not over yet!
Books and robes flew through the Gryffindor common room, landing in Hermione's trunk. The Christmas holidays had started and she would go home for a few weeks. She was happy that she could leave the castle. She thought she was going to explode otherwise.
"Really sure you want to leave me alone here?" Harry asked with a smile. The Weasleys were going home too for the holidays.
"Oh, I'm sorry Harry, but you're a big boy now." Hermione said, like if she was talking to a todler.
"This is going to be boring." Harry sighed.
"I'll send you an owl every day." Hermione said, hugging her friend.
"Thanks Mione." Harry laughed.
"Can I leave you alone for five minutes? Cause I need to get some clothes from my bedroom."
"Come back soon!" Harry said, doing a good todler imitation with his armes outstretched.
Hermione laughed and went up the stairs. She took some clothes out of her closet, when a small book fell on the ground. She kneeled down to pick it up. Hermione stopped breathing for a second when she saw that it was Draco's diary. She put it in her pocket and left the room again.
"Ready with packing?" Ron asked her.
"Yes." she replied.
"The train is leaving in 40 minutes," Ron said, "We better get going."
The trio left the common room and went to the hallway. It was filled with students who had to pass Filch. Hermione and Ron went to the formed line.
"Oh yes, Harry, before I forget, can you give this back to Malfoy?" Hermione asked and she gave Harry the diary.
Ron smiled when he heard the name Malfoy again. He thought that Hermione finally hated Malfoy again. Hermione saw his expression, but she didn't say anything. She hadn't told them about that night in Hagrid's hut.
"And don't try to open it, 'cause there's a Locking Charm on it." she added when she saw Harry's curious face.
Harry sighed, he had almost forgotten that Malfoy would stay at Hogwarts too this year.
"I'll give it to him." Harry muttered.
Hermione hugged Harry once more time and she and Ron said goodbye to him, then they left the castle. They were followed by Crabbe and Goyle.
'Aha' Hary thought, 'So Ferret Boy is all alone and without protection.'
Harry waved goodbye to Hermione and Ron and went to the Great Hall with a grim satisfaction. He went to the Gryffindor table and filled his plate. After breakfast and a annoying conversation with Collin Creevey, he went back to the hallway.He went up the stairs when he heard someone crossing the hallway. Harry looked around and saw that it was his arch enemy.
"Hey Ferret!" he yelled. He would never be nice to that boy again, after he just lost ten years to his enemy and he hadn't even received a 'thank you'.
"What is it, Scarhead?" Draco yelled back.
Harry's blood was boiling. Trying to keep himself under control, his hand let go of his wand and he took the diary. He threw it to Draco, nearly hitting Draco's head.
'Damn, missed.' Harry muttered and he went back to the stairs.
"Oh yeah," he yelled over his shoulder, "With the greetings from Hermione!"
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Hermione sat in the living room, together with her parents, enjoying the sight of the Christmas tree and opening presents. Strangely, she fellt quite empty, and not just because of a boy at Hogwarts. No, it was like something was missing. She thought about it for a moment, then her eyes grew wide open. She dropped her present and ran out of the living room.
"Hermione, what's wrong?" she heard her mother say.
But she kept running until she was in her room. 'It's been two months since Draco and I were locked up in the waiting room of Dumbledore,' Hermione thought to herself, 'I haven't had my periods since then, but that doesn't mean anything, does it?'
Slightly panicking, she quickly grabbed her potion ingredients and her cauldron. She opened her potionsbook so hard that it got ripped in half.
"Where is it? Where?" she muttered to herself while she flipped through the pages. Ah, here it was! Hermione picked some ingredients and threw them in the cauldron. After a few minutes, the potion got the right colour, bright blue. She took a needle and pricked in her finger. A tiny drop of blood fell in the cauldron.
"Please, don't become red, please!" Hermione whispered.
The potion bubbled happily until the bubbles suddenly disappeared and the potion became...blue again.
Hermione sighed in relief and she let herself fall on the bed. She wasn't pregnant. She waited until her heartbeat slowed down again and she went to the other site of the room to clean up the ingredients. She had forgotten the little cauldron and she fell over it. The liquid splashed all over the floor, leaving a red stain behind.
Author's note: What was that all about?!? Ok, it was a short chappie, but I have the next one ready. You know the rest: keep reading, R&R...blabla aaaaand...... Merry Christmas and a very very happy new year!!!
Fire&Ice : thank you! you make me blush :-)
Butterscotchwarrior : thank you for your review! It was lovely in Italy (leaving the fact that I fell 200m of a mountain away!)
Perfect butterfly blade: I think 'soap opera' is a good description of this story :-) They keep getting in trouble, don't they? But wait, it's not over yet!