O.K. Now I just realized when I reread my chappies that they are WAY to short. sorry about that. I am gonna start putting more details in the story. By the way. This won't happen untill later on in the story, but when I write HOOCH Anyone 14 and younger should not read untill the next chapter. I am 15 and writing the story, so anybody my age and older can read it. I know I can't stop wondering eyes...but just so parentals know that I did warn their child about it. I left you with sort of a cliffie in the last chapter. They are gonna get better though. mwa ha ha. Like I said. I am just a beginner.
dracosbabi05- hey gurl, I can call Harry a ditz any time I want. Is this YOUR story. NO. I don't think so. lol. just kidding. I cried when I found out she was leaving us. Then I found out she was going to be at your school. So its all good.
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Now on with the story.
Three Big Surprises
What happened? She must have dozed off on the train. But why didn't she hear the old wheels of the Hogwarts Express on the rusty tracks that it's been transporting witches and wizards to school on every year. She couldn't open her eyes either. What was going on? She was starting to get scared. And who's voice was that? It's recognizable. And it was getting clearer and clearer. Then she heard two. It was Draco and Snape. Now a third. It was Professor McGonagall. Now there was a few more. It was Dumbledore, Harry and Ron. Why couldn't she open her eyes? And why were they all with her while she was sleeping?
"She passed out, Albus," it was good to hear Professor McGonnagall's voice. It was good to hear any professors voice really.
"It was because of her low blood sugar. She must have skipped out on her last few meals. It could be something else, but, since she DOES come from a muggle family, we can never be to sure," Professor Snape sounded worried, but when has he ever sounded worried. And who were they talking about? Then she realized it. They were talking about HER! Hermione's eyes opened on the spot. But she had to rush back to a squint because even the dungeons dim lights were burning her eyes.
"HERMIONE!" Five loud voices woke her up and brought her back to reality. She sat up to see Draco, Harry, Ron, Snape, and McGonnagall standing there staring at her with a look of surprise and happiness all at once. But she was kind of surprised by Snape and Draco looking so worried. Professor McGonnagall stepped forward to examine her.
"You're awake. Thank God! How are you feeling? You don't look pale. Eat some chocolate anyway."
"Professor, I am fine. But can someone explain to me what happened? I want to go to the start of term feast. Please tell me it isn't over!"
"Hermione, calm down. The feast is almost over. But since you seem ok, I will escort you toyour new dormitory. You and your friends can have a feast of your own in there. I trust that you two will be in your own beds by, lets say, eleven," she said turning on Harry and Ron.
"Yes Professor," they replied in unison.
"Well then, lets get going. From what Professor Snape tells us, we need to get some food in Ms. Granger here."
"I agree Professor. Oh, and thank you Professor Dumbledore," Hermione had turned on him, "your advice over the summer was of great help." Finally, they walked out heading for what was to be her and Draco Malfoy's new home for their last year at Hogwarts. They went through a hallway that none of theirseventh year friends recognized. The walls were filled with beautiful bright paintings which had hundreds of bright, beautiful diamonds, rubies, and jems. They stopped at a door that looked like a regular brown wooden door.
"Professor, you never told us the password."
"That is because there isn't one Draco," and with that Proffesor McGonnagall handed both Hermione and Draco a bright gold key. Draco Put his in and turned the knob. The door opened silently and they were brought to a marble stairway. They went up only aboutseven steps and found themselves in the living quarters. They walked in and were immidiatly greeted by a well taken care of house elf. He wasn't like the other house elves. He was wearing real clothes. Very nice clothes at that. The only thing that was different about him was that he was wearing two totally different socks. Thats when they all realized it. This was no ordinary house elf. It was none other than...
"Dobby!" Harry had never sounded so happy to see the house-elf. Perhaps it was because he was wearing a real outift consisting of black dress pants, a dark silky red shirt with a green tie. His socks were orange and silver.
"Welcome Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger. I am Dobby, your house elf for the year. I am here to make sure all chores are done and that you are comfortable," Dobby said. Everyone looked at Hermione and Draco. They both had their jaws dropped. Draco finally broke the silence.
"Dobbs is that you! I can't believe it! Father told me you were killed by the Basilisk in my second year."
"Your father must've been mistaken Mr. Malfoy. My friend Harry here set me free."
"What? And stop calling me Mr. Malfoy! You know that you can call me Draco. How did you get to work at Hogwarts? This is awesome! We are gonna have so much fun! It will be just like old times!" he said while slapping Dobby on the arm. He then noticed the silence and looked behind him at everyone. Every lastone of them were looking at him like we was completely crazy.
"How can you be happy about having a house-elf Draco? Personally, I would rather not be the reason for a living thing hurting himself. It's crude and wrong and I will not stand for it. Now, if you don't mind, I am going to stay in the Gryffindor tower until something is done about this!" She then turned on her heel and headed for the stairs.
"Oh no you don't!" Professor McGonnagall muttered a spell and sent it flying towards the door.
Hermione tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. "Would you let me out... please?" Hermione said through clenched teeth. Her eyes were beginning to turn red, and they looked like little flames.
"Hermione, calm down! Dobby asked for this job, and he's being payed for his services. Not to mention he only works Monday through Friday, 4 a.m. to 11 p.m."
"Oh great, now we're going to be causing his sleep deprivation too!"
Later on that night at dinner, everything started out pretty civilized. But some things were still weird at the beginning. For one, when Hermione was taking a long time to get ready, Draco of all people came to check on her. Then, when she went to sit down, Draco pulled her chair out for her. Harry and Ron were getting suspicious, but they just let it go for now.
After drinks and they were done talking, Dobby came out to get orders. He got Harry's first, then Ron's. After that he got Draco's order, then walked over to Hermione.
"What would you like to eat Ms. Granger?" Dobby asked with a concern look on his face. She looked up and noticed that everyone was looking at her with a look of concern on their face. Even Malfoy!
"Nothing for me Dobby, thank you." She then sat back with a straight face, and stared at the wall. They all sighed. Draco then told Dobby, "Forget the orders, just bring out a WHOLE bunch of food, but make sure there is a little bit of everything, ok? I will make sure Hermione eats."
"Yes, Mist... I mean Draco," Dobby said. He then snapped his fingers, and everybody's chair got pushed back, and the table grew bigger. All of a sudden, more food than all of the Gryffindor's together could consume appeared on the table. Ron's eyes grew wider than pool balls and he grabbed everything possible in one helping.
When Draco saw Ron do that, he muttered something under his breath that only Hermione heard since she was sitting next to him. How she ended up there she doesn't know, but she burst out laughing at what he said. Harry and Ron were looking at her as if she were insane. He looking down trying not to show anyone that he was smiling, but Hermione noticed anyway. When he noticed she was looking at him, he smiled even bigger.
Ron couldn't handle it anymore. He stood up and slammed his fist on the table making mashed potatoes go flying across the room. He then started yelling at Hermione. "What in the bloody hell is going on! Did you two get together on the train or something! What did we miss!" Hermione was crying. "You can't be with him! He's a freaking Slytherin! He's made our life a living hell for six years! You can't tell me that your going to just forgive him for that then become his hoe of the week! I swear Herm-" But Ron never got to finish his sentence, because Draco had jumped across the table and punched Ron straight in the face.
Draco pinned Ron on the floor and started punching him. "Don't ever talk about her like that again! She is a great woman and not a hoe! We're not together! I don't even like her!" Then he froze, and thought what he just said. "At least, I don't think so." Then he stood up and got off of Ron. Harry rushed over to Ron from Hermione.
"Hermione, I'm going to take him to the Hospital Wing, he doesn't look too good." She nodded, still trying to stop crying. Then Harry grabbed Ron and helped him through the door. Draco noticed Hermione was still crying. He ran over to her and pulled her to him. "Shh. It's ok. He will never say anything about you like that again if I have anything to do about it, ok?" She didn't say anything, she just continued crying.
After she calmed down, she noticed she was still in his arms. She looked at him, and noticed his eyes didn't look as cold as they used to. She was thinking about everything Draco had just yelled at Ron for.
"Mal- Draco? Why did you say those things to Ron?" Hermione asked him.
"What things?" He decided to play dumb on her. He was going to keep everything from her as long as possible. No Malfoy's told the truth right away, plus it's not normal for purebloods to be with mudbloods.
Hermione looked at him with a 'don't be stupid' look on her face. "I know you know what I'm talking about. Why did you say it?"
"I don't know. He was saying all of that stuff about you and me, and I saw you crying and I just snapped."
Hermione was still curious about some things. "What about the whole 'Wonderful woman' thing? Why'd you say that?" She was still laying in his arms on the couch. But she turned over to face him while he spoke to her.
It took him a few minutes to figure out what he was going to say to her. He then spoke. "I've been watching you. You've changed. You seem nicer, you're already smart, you're prettier than I've ever seen you, and that's just right now. I realized blood doesn't matter over the summer. I still talk to my father like it does, because if I don't, I'll probably get killed. It doesn't matter how you were raised or who by, if you're good you're good, if you're bad, you're bad. You are really one of the nicest people I've known, but I was brought up to hate people like you. That's why everything has been so bad between us since first year. I hope that we can be friends now. I want us to be, but it won't surprise me if you don't want to be, I'll understand." He then looked at her.
She was completely speechless. She then processed everything, and then said, "How do I know you're not lying to me?"
He simply said, "You don't."
A/N: This is Style, also known as dracosbabi05. I have been helping Amy (the actual author) with this story. In this chapter, everything from the beginning of the dinner on is mine, with some suggestions from it. We are working together on this story and would really appreciate it if you guys r&r for us. Anything is welcome, good, bad, and inbetween. Plz n' thnx.
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