Chapter XII
Hey guys I'm so so so sorry for not writing more. It's just a lot of things have happened at once. New job, new pet and it turns out I'm getting a new school next year. Wish me luck! xox HermioneM2012
Let's get on with the story:
Fifteen minutes later lay a discarded sheet of paper with crossed out words, one quill and two tired teenagers who were sitting down on the ground bored shitless.
"…chocolate clusters, cockroach clusters, Armageddon, boring shit, rum, alcohol, ice, spell, charms, I love Flitwick…" Malfoy's voice started droning on.
"cockroach clusters and erm..Malfoy what else it there? I don't know any other sweets; my parents are dentists. Oh right tooth healers…"
"INCENDIO! ALABASTER BROW! HARRY FREAKING POTTY!" Draco was at his wit's end. Then suddenly the gargoyle shifted. Not much just enough to see a small crack of light filtering through the dust. "Hermione LOOK!"
The gargoyle's left side had shifted a little bit.
Freaking?" Draco tried. Nothing. "Potter? Harry Potter?" Draco said cautiously. With much grinding and scraping the stone gargoyle moved aside allowing passage for the duo. Malfoy was all ears as they bounded up the winding staircase to the Headmistress' office.
"You know it's so typical of her. Even using HIS bloody name as passwords. Really how daft!"
"It's not daft, it's actually pretty clever. You see it's so obvious most people wouldn't try it. We only got it after we gave up and muttered random strings of words." Hermione stated smartly.
"Whatever still, whatever."
"Why do you hate him? He's never actually done anything to you. You don't really know him.."
"He was an annoying little git. In oversized spectacles BEFORE they were cool."
"And now?"
"Well he's definitely still an annoying little git. Well, actually a BIG git, now."
They stood in silence and checked their surroundings. There was the old sorting hat sitting in its place on top of some books and McGonagall's owl hooted quietly as they stared at its beautiful soft feathers. The sunlight streamed out of a window who's stained glass drawing were kicking their legs up and enjoying the sunlight. Suddenly a portrait to their left flew open and someone climbed out. This person was holding an arm full of rolled parchment and while knocking over a few stacks of books on the ground closed the portrait, which was sniffing her nose in disdain at the rough conduct. The person suddenly realised she was not alone and looked up straight into the eyes of her two witnesses, her radish earring rocking to and fro with the movement.