No, I do not own Harry Potter. I do however own Jake and Melissa, as well as the plot.
Tuesday came quickly and Hermione found herself facing that accursed gargoyle statue that blocked Dumbledore's office once again. She grinned in satisfaction, for this time, she was prepared.
"Ice mice," she boldly proclaimed, causing the statue to spring to life and let her in. "Yeah, you'd better open," she muttered. When she opened the door to the headmaster's office, she saw two people that she didn't recognize as well the old headmaster.
"So, you're air," said the girl to Dumbledore's right.
She was pretty, thought Hermione, and older than her, but not by much. Her hair was short and an inky black. She had emerald eyes that rivaled Harry's, and a piercing look that Hermione imagined could be quite threatening. Hermione quickly decided that she didn't want to make this girl angry with her. Her tight red tank top showed her stomach and perfect curves and he black hip huggers made Hermione feel considerably small.
"Um…yeah, I'm Hermione," she introduced herself uncomfortably.
"Hi, my name's Jake, and she's Melissa. You can call her Mel though," said the guy to Dumbledore's left. "Don't let her scare you; she's not nearly as mean as she lets on."
Hermione quickly decided that she liked Jake. He was certainly more…outgoing than Melissa. His hair was shaggy and a sandy brown colour. His eyes were a deep blue and he wore a blue shirt that matched, as well tan khakis. He was good looking, but Hermione was the slightest bit biased to Draco's looks. Jake grinned as this thought passed her mind.
Great, she though, with my luck, he can probably read minds. Jake's grin grew broader. Yep, he could definitely read minds.
"So," began Hermione awkwardly, "what do we start with?" She hoped that it wasn't much. She was already tired.
"Questions," came Melissa's reply. "How did you discover your powers?"
"Wait a minute, I have some questions. One question really. How much do you know about me?"
"You're the air elemental, you can perform wandless magic, your name is Hermione and…" said Jake, "you think Draco looks better then me." He attempted to look hurt, but failed miserably. Hermione glanced at Dumbledore, who nodded.
"Well, there's something I think you should know about me," said Hermione," I'm going to die."
"Well of course," replied Jake with a laugh. "We're all going to die sometime."
"No, I'm going to die very soon," she clarified. Melissa gaped at her for a moment, probably until she remembered that it was rude to do so, before she spoke again.
"When?"
"At the end of the year. I've already been to the hospital wing twice. The tumor that I have sometimes causes extreme pain. Nothing can be done."
Jake looked as though he pitied her, which she thought was bothersome. She didn't want any pity. He bit his bottom lip and looked away. Melissa opened her mouth, as if she was going to suggest something. "At all. Magic wont work on this either." Mel's mouth closed and she glanced at Jake, who shook his head,
"It wouldn't work," he told her.
"What?"
"Jake has the power to heal things-"
"But it only works on things that wouldn't normally happen in a person's life span. I can only heal something that's happened to your body, like a broken bone, or maybe a curse, but if it's something that developed on its own, I can't do anything."
"Telepathy too, I take it?" guessed Hermione.
"Yup," replied Jake. "Speaking of which, I know how you discovered your powers. Mel however, does not."
"Oh right," said Hermione sheepishly. "I had no clue about the elemental part. It was the wandless magic that I noticed. I levitated things before, called my wand to me. I accidentally caught my cat on fire once, poor Crookshanks." Jake choked on his laughter before Hermione continued. "Now that I think about the elemental part though, it all makes more sense."
"You set your cat on fire?"
"It was an accident!" exclaimed Hermione. "And I really only singed his tail…he still doesn't come too close to me though."
"Okay," said Mel, "that should be enough for now. Actual lessons start next Tuesday."
"Oh yeah! What are your elements?" asked Hermione. "And is there any way to find the last one?"
"We were wondering when you were going to ask," said Mel with the first smile that Hermione had seen from her. "I'm fire and Jake is earth."
"And as far as water goes, there's an order to which we receive our powers. Water is third, so we know water's already gotten their power."
"Water goes here too. I can sense that much, but I'm not sensitive enough to know who it is. Anything else?"
"No, that was all."
"Okay, then you're free to go. Just don't tell anybody, and I do mean that. Nobody can find out about you because an elemental, if discovered, would become a prime target for Voldemort. Okay, that's all. See you next Tuesday at seven."
Hermione thanked them and left for her common room. She spoke the password and entered. Her eyes were abruptly covered from behind.
"Gosh," she said sarcastically, "I wonder who this could possibly be. Perhaps the only other person who knows the password to this room besides Dumbledore, who I seriously doubt is playing 'guess who' with me? I think I'll have to go with Draco."
"No fair," he said with a pout. "You cheated."
"Using common sense is hardly cheating. And what would all the Slytherins say if they say their mighty king pouting? It's hardly becoming."
"No, you wouldn't betray my soft side that secretly loves fluffy bunnies, kittens and beautiful Gryffindors, would you?"
"Well," said Hermione with a coy smile, "when you put it that way, I suppose I'll just have to keep it a secret. And what was this about loving kittens? You hate Crookshanks!"
"Crookshanks hardly counts as a cat, let alone a kitten. But I missed you love, where did you run off to?" said Draco, changing the subject entirely.
"Dumbledore wanted to see me. He was checking up on the terrible Slytherin than I'm living with," she jested. She didn't want to lie to Draco, but she had promised.
"Me? Misbehave?" He mocked hurt. "I would never!"
"Oh yes, because barging into the bathroom and scaring innocent head girls half to death is behaving."
"Coming from the prankster herself," muttered Draco, drawing a smile from Hermione.
"I had fun doing it too," she said. "Don't forget that it was fun."
"Is there any way to keep you from exposing all of my most embarrassing moments?" he said with a sly grin.
"Not for most people." She pondered for a moment. "But then again, you are the amazing flying ferret."
"Then I suppose," he said, leaning closer to her, "that I might be able to think of a way to keep you from revealing all of my darkest secrets." He kissed her softly and pulled away just long enough to speak. "Does this work?"
"Remember the time you-" began Hermione until Draco's lips descended upon hers once again, preventing her from speaking. She smiled into his lips.
"I guess it does work," he murmured, claiming her lips again. A cool breeze caused Draco to shiver and he pulled away. "I did shut the windows, right? Must be drafty in here."
Hermione, realizing that the breeze had come from her powers, had to laugh at Draco's comment.
"What are you laughing at?"
"Certainly not you," replied Hermione a little bit too innocently.
"Oh? And do you know what else is funny?" he asked right before tickling her. "This." He tickled her again, causing her to giggle and beg for mercy
"Okay, okay! I give up, you win!"
"Glad we've established that," said Draco smugly, causing Hermione to roll her eyes.
"I'm going to bed. You should too. After all, you wouldn't want to wind up in the bathroom after me, now would you?" she said…or rather threatened. Draco blanched.
"Would you?
"I might," she replied in a sing-song voice, kissing him once more before skipping of to her room. She went to bed, pondering the thought that the last elemental was still out there.
A/N: So here's the next chapter, I hope you like it! Thank you all so much for the reviews, I loved them! You guys are getting the hang of this thing! In case you forgot, I'll remind you of the process: Read and review! Read and review!