A/N: I feel so popular: 216 hits on my story already :D Thanks for repeatedly making my days, fanfictioners ;-)
Disclaimer: Though I wish I owned Harry Potter, I don't- the series is owned, and written by, J.K. Rowling.
(Interesting fact I learned: J.K. Rowling is actually a natural red-head, it's dyed blonde.)
"Good Evening, again, Miss Granger and Mr. Malfoy; I presume you've learned your way through the castle by now?" Prof. McGonagall asked when the pair had reentered the Great Hall.
"Mhmm, he took me through all of the halls and I've learned a lot; but I'd like to learn more, do you have advice on how to do so?" Hermione asked.
"Well, you could always check out Hogwarts: A History, but that's a very large and detailed book-" Hermione gave her a pout face. McGonagall continued: "-but, I could write you a slip of paper so as to give you permission to check out the book for however long is needed…" She trailed off.
"Could you, please, ma'am? It'd help me a lot."
The Professor looked at Hermione and then flicked her wand, making a piece of parchment and a quill appear at the table next to them. She started scrawling away on the parchment and handed it to Hermione:
I, Professor Minerva McGonagall, give Hermione Granger permission to check out Hogwarts: A History for as long as she finds necessary.
At the bottom was her signature and the date.
Hermione gave the widest smile that she could muster and grabbed Draco by the hand, dragging him up the stairs to the library with her. Hermione dropped his hand at the entrance to the library and ran over to Madam Pince, waving the slip of paper in her face anxiously.
Once the librarian had gotten the book and checked it out for Hermione, she and Draco returned again to the Great Hall, the paintings laughing about her and the book she was carrying along the way (it was, after all, about half her body's weight).
Draco had asked if she needed help at one point, but Hermione had shyed away from his generous request; that had been because she had been "helped" at her old school, only to have been tripped down a flight of stairs or fallen into a mud puddle.
"Excuse me, Professor?" Once they'd entered the room, Draco asked a man with greasy black hair and a smug look on his face, "Can I have the password for the girls' dorm room so that she can settle in?"
The man looked Hermione up and down and replied, "She's on the main hallway in Room 5. Her password is giddlywarp." He snarled at the pair and stalked off toward the staff table.
Hermione went to the double doors where her bags were huddled and started to pick them up,
Draco stopped her, "No way! If you won't let me carry that bloody book, I'm most certainly carrying these bags. Now, lead the way Oh Keeper of Knowledge."
Hermione furled her eyebrows, but turned and exited the doors toward Room 5 with a small blush on her face.
A/N: Sorry about how short this was D: Trust me, they'll get longer. :-)
If "Keeper of Knowledge" is actually used in some book of literature, I'm giving it's author the credit ;-) I made it up, but it could very likely be in some other book…
Anyways...
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