Oh how to kill Malfoy!
Hermione had entered the common room in quite a huff. The girl in the portrait didn't even ask for the password! She just let her in.
She could not believe the nerve of him! Telling her who she could and couldn't speak with...AHHH! Hermione couldn't wait to leave this place, to get away from all the 'Pureblood High Rollers'...hell, she had a better chance of fitting in with people who were madly in love with God, and totally against witchcraft!
Tom was right, they had better run. And she didn't really need a murder under her belt...well, in this time anyway. How come Tom did not help with what they were doing? Surely he hates me speaking with them as much as they do...
Hermione walked over to the couch and plopped down on it. She needed to cool off. Before she did something that she'd regret. Looking to her right, she saw the humongous book shelves. Thats it, I need to read!
Hermione stood in front of it for about 5 minutes before finally deciding on "Time Is Of the Essence." She still did need to find a way back anyways. After about 10 minutes of reading, Tom walked through the portrait hole, he must of saw her immediately, because he made a B-line for her.
"Mione, Dumbledore said we are to meet in his office now to discuss what happened last night..."
"Alright, Tom. I'm sorry for running out, I know you were just, uhm...trying to prevent death...thank you." Hermione knew she should at least thank him, for holding her back until Malfoy was clearly out of range. "I wasn't quite right in the mind back there..."
"Are you ever?" Tom asked as he started toward the portrait hole.
Hemione followed staring daggers at his back...
As soon as they entered Dumbledore's office, they got down to business. After Tom and Hermione asked all of their questions, they headed back to their dorms in complete silence.
Hermione kept thinking over what Dumbledore had said. Apparently, the man, was working for Grindelwald as a spy in the Ministry. He had given him plenty of information, but he was also giving information to the Ministry. Then, Grindelwald was not one to be fooled, and found out. He had personally killed Marcus Goodrich, and port-keyed him to a spot where he thought no one would ever look.
Hermione figured he had to know about there not being a Headgirl for a couple of years. Then again, she thought Port-keys could only be activated if they were in the spot that they want the person to return to. So wouldn't that mean Grindelwald had access to her bedroom into Hogwarts.
She shuddered, I am DEFINITELY not sleeping in there anymore.
"What?" Tom had stirred her from her thoughts, he must of seen her shudder.
"Oh...it's just that, it's such a nice bedroom, and I'm never going to sleep in there..." Hermione said sadly.
"Why not? Because you're scared of a dead guy that isn't even in your room anymore?" He said in annoyed tone.
Hermione decided to tell him what she knows about portkeys.
"So you're afraid to sleep in there, because if Grindelwald got into your bedroom once, he could obviously do it again..." Tom concluded after what Hermione had told him. "I wouldn't worry about it, Grindelwald most likely used some advanced port-key magic and put him in there from hundreds of miles away."
That made her feel a little bit better, but a full year on the couch, just fantastic! Maybe she could look up how to do wards and put them up around her bedroom. But wards drain your magic, so you'd need to have another person there. Great, now she has to find someone to trust.
"I would offer you my room, Mione, but I'm in there...and, well, I like my room and my privacy."
This caught Hermione in mid-thought. Did Tom just say something remotely nice? Unbelievable! What is the world coming to?
"Thanks, Tom. But I'm sure I will fair just fine on the couch until I can put up wards around my bedroom." Tom raised his eyebrows at this.
"You'd need another," He said as Hermione said the password to their dorm, "it will drain you if you do it alone. I could...possibly help if need be."
Hermione took a glance at him. Now he was offering help! Yeah right! He would probably put up wards to backfire on her wards, and invite Grindelwald to her room!
"I'll think about it Tom..." She said as he headed to his room.
What a long freaking day! Are all my days going to be this long here? Thankfully she didn't have to write her essays, she already had most of them in her trunk from her last year at Hogwarts! She figured this is an immense perk, the past being so behind the future.
She transfigured her cloths into a black tank-top and black silk pajama bottoms and summoned her blanket and pillow from her room. She really needed sleep. Tomorrow was Wednesday and she had Care of Magical Creatures, Charms, a free period, History of Magic...then she was free from lunch and on.
Fantastic. Maybe she could catch up on her sleep.
Wednesday was a good day. Jesse and Alice were in Charms and History of Magic with her, and Tom was only in her Charms class.
Care of Magical creatures went well enough, they are going to start studying Thestrals by next class. It's kind of a frightening thought, the last time she was around Thestrals she couldn't see them, but now...well, she was excited and scared to see what they actually look like.
On her way to Professor Binns room for Charms, Alice and some other girl she didn't know came running up to her.
"Mione! Oi! Hold on there!" Anyone could hear Alice screaming from a mile away.
"You will so not believe what just happened in Divinition!...Oh, this is Amy Boot, she's a Hufflepuff 7th year, she has a twin nuisance running around here somewhere, his name is Arnold..." Oddly enough, Alice said this all in one breath.
Hermione exchanged formalities with the girl. She seemed nice. Standing at only 5 feet, with bright blue eyes and curly blonde hair, she was almost a splitting image of Terry!
"Anyways, Mione, Professor Craft went insane on Tom today with predictions of his death! She kept on saying things like, 'Your plans are going to be tampered young one!' and 'Do not take the long road, it leads you further from your desires...'" She paused to laugh. "Oh gosh, he gave her the rudest looks you could possibly imagine! Then he stood up and said, 'If you're done with this nonsense, I will be leaving...' Then he just walked out!"
Hermione was perplexed. This was so not like Tom. Standing up to a teacher? Letting his guard down and acting like the arrogant boy he really was...odd. Tom was going to be in a foul mood tonight, she thought.
They continued on their way to Charms making idle chat about random things, who Amy and Alice fancied. When Alice refused to admit who she fancied, Hermione decided to take her chances and ask if it were Riddle himself...
That turned out to be a bad idea.
"Excuse me, Hermione, but you do not know what you are talking about! You are just like all the other Slytherins! Arrogant and..and MEAN! You are no better than Abraxis Malfoy! Now, why don't you sit with your own kind today! And give up on mudbloods like me!" Alice then proceeded to stalk off.
"Alice, it-it was just a question! I'm sorry!"
Alice made a rude gesture and beckoned Amy to follow her.
"Bloody great! Fantastic..stupid Hogwarts with its stupid friends and Tom and SLYTHERINS!" She murmured to herself. Hermione couldn't figure out why Alice had made her so upset...she just couldn't refrain from mumbling random things that were irking her lately.
"Ah, I can't be that bad, can I?"
Hermione whirled around...
"That Alice has quite a temper. I'd watch out for her hexes if I were you...or, she IS just a muggle, so you could forget her completely..." Tom drawled on. Why must he always drawl...as if talking is an inconvenience?
"Shove it, Tom...I'm not in the mood. And you are worse than you know..." She really just needed a bath. And maybe to drink away her problems, Remus said that was a bad road to take, for he had once traveled down it.
"Mione, Mione, Mione...don't you know I never give up? Come on, I'll walk you to Charms, and you can sit with your rightful house." He said as he grabbed her hand to link through his arm.
When they entered the Charms room, she could automatically feel someones gaze on her. She turned to look at Alice, who was giving her a death glare, either from being mad at her or from being jealous that she was on Tom's arm. Hermione took a quick glance at Amy to see that she was giving her an apologetic smile.
She smiled back.
Tom let go of her arm and continued down the rows until the last seat. Truly, honestly, not wanting to be alone back there with him, she took a seat with a boy, whose name was...something...Zambini? She was pretty sure it was some weird Italian name...Fedele?
She was a little patchy on her Italian, but it had to mean something like 'kind' or 'nice' or 'loyal'? Right?Oh, nevermind!
"Hi," he said in a sweetly accented voice, "my name is Fedele Zambini, but you can call me by my middle name, Andy. You're new right?"
He stuck out his hand for her to take. Oh, she definitely took it. And he laid a brief kiss on her knuckles.
Zambini was a handsome boy, he had pitch black hair that hung in to his piercing blue eyes. From what she knew, he was Chaser on the Slytherin Quidditch team and he was around 5'10. So that means he has a good body right?
Bad, Hermione! No!
Of course he wasn't anywhere as attractive as Tom, but she wasn't going to let him know that.
"Hello," she said finally, "I'm Hermione DeLance. Yes I'm new, it's nice to meet you.." He gave a charming smile.
Just then Professor Binns decided to float through the wall and announce the beginning of class.The whole while through Hermione and Andy's conversation a pair of dark, dark green eyes was watching them.