I'm going to torture you and not even let you know who Draco's going to fall for... (If you saw the name before I edited it, Ollivander's response was changed) It'll show up eventually, but if i get 10 signed reviews on this chapter this week, I'll reveal it in the next chapter!
Kayla's laptop broke (I hadn't realized that fact, so haven't updated, waiting for Kayla to help out, Silly Me :-P ). Another friend of mine, Courtney, aka TheExtraordinaryChameleon, is helping me because I love co-writing my stories, I guess :D
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter world belongs to JK Rowling; some quotes used were made by StarKidPotter; Only the storyline, Rory, Jasper, Angela, and Maisy are my creations(with help of Emily/Courtney)
If something's bold that means it's written by JKR herself.
Hermione's POV
On the ride back, via Knight Bus, Draco was spacey and deep in thought. I tried to talk with him, to bring him back down to earth, but it hadn't worked...
Most of the ride I was talking to Professor McGonagall about uses for wands and how they were important to keep around at all times. She kept shooting Draco and me funny looks, but I decidedly ignored them.
I'd looked over at Ernie M. on the ride back to see him with his eyes closed, gripping the bed as hard as he could. During the last minute or so of the ride, Ernie'd keeled over and gotten sick.
We arrived back at Hogwarts shortly before lunch. I was glad to be off it, and everyone else seemed to agree. I even vowed to never ride the Bus again. At the school entrance, Terry took Ernie to the Infirmary to be looked after and the rest of us returned to the Great Hall.
When all seven of us students had finished eating at the large table in the center of the hall, Dumbledore announced that us summer students would be practicing some dueling in the Great Hall. Inviting everyone to stand, he magicked the table against the wall.
Professor Flitwick, a short wizard who taught Charms, climbed atop a stool, ordering us to pair up. The two prefects, who were veterans to the camp, stood on either side of Flitwick. Their job was to watch over all first years, and to help them become used to Hogwarts. Jasper Greengrass, of Slytherin, and Angela Eberhardt, of Ravenclaw, were those prefects. Jasper had a tall, muscular build with pale blue eyes, and dirty blond hair and Angela was tall, also, with straight red hair, light brown eyes, a thin, graceful body, and soft facial expressions.
"Now, dueling is an ancient and traditional wizarding...shall we say, sport. In earlier times, it was often used to settle disputes. For our purposes, we will use the dueling setting to teach you some simple magic. We'll give you some easy spells to try out and split you all up." declared Flitwick, smiling at us students. "Mister Greengrass will be my partner for this activity."
I saw Draco's eyes perk at the last name. It was the first show of emotion I'd seen from him since we left Diagon Alley. Family friend? I hope that's it... I thought to myself. I nudged his arm, giving him a smile, which he returned.
"Alright, we'll show you the proper way to duel first. You bow to your opponent, like so," Professor Flitwick got off the stool and stood across from Jasper, giving a bow at the same time as him, "and walk to your own side of the stretch. You then prepare for casting and receiving spells," he said, both pointing their wands like swords.
The two wizards were a sight to watch. I was captivated, such spells and magic, and soon I would be learning them! The others stood in awe, watching them contort water, air, and block spells with practiced ease. Too soon, it was over.
"Now," Flitwick said, seeing our expressions, "Some of this magic is extremely advanced, you won't be learning it until your later years at Hogwarts. But, I believe you all get the gist of how dueling should go. Now, please, partner up."
We paired up together in the same scavenger hunt teams, except Terry asked Neville to be his partner and Millicent was partnerless. She stood, looking angry, until Jasper offered to be her partner. She accepted, still feeling slightly left out.
"You will be using these three simple spells. Shields are all slightly too advanced for first years, but these spells shouldn't prove a problem." Flitwick proceeded to show us the three spells. Everte Statum, a milder version of the Hurling Hex (A/N: meaning throwing people, not puke like i'd originally thought Courtney meant xD ~Cakey), Jelly-Legs Jinx, and Rictumsempra, the Tickling Charm.
I turned to Draco, grinning as I prepared to cast. Flitwick counted us down, shouting 'Go' to begin our duels.
I hit Draco with the Tickling Charm, causing him to double over, clutching his stomach. Somehow, in between giggles, he hit me with the Jelly-Legs Jinx. It wasn't long before Flitwick stopped us. He came over and stopped our spells' effects. Looking up, I saw that the Slytherin Prefect had been, somehow, turned into a duck. The Ravenclaw girl walked over, having finished helping Flitwick undo our spells. She giggled slightly before turning him back. He looked murderous, and glared over at Draco and I, as if we had cast the curse on him.
I wonder what that was all about...I thought, looking over to Draco. His expression of confusion seemed to mirror my thoughts. I couldn't help it, I started cracking up. Draco quickly joined in, before long, we were both sitting on the floor, laughing still. Jasper looked even more angered then before, and as he glared at us again, he walked over to Flitwick and requested a partner change. The short man agreed, thinking it was because of the duck incident.
Oh, lovely. I thought in disgust. Draco was with the Slytherin prefect, and I was stuck with Millicent Bulstrode. She looked as happy as I felt. Jasper kept glaring over at me, and Draco, standing near me, gave me a soft look. Before I had enough time to gather my thoughts, Flitwick began the duel.
Draco's POV
I glanced over to see Hermione giving me a confused look. Hearing Flitwick's call, I sent out the Hurling Hex, which the prefect dodged with accuracy. He cast back the same hex, causing me to fly halfway across the room. Looking up, I saw him sneer at me. I ran back over, throwing the three spells one after the other. He blocked them all, hitting me with the Jelly-legs Jinx. I fell to the floor, and as I sat there, I heard a scream...
Hermione's teeth were growing, larger and larger, shooting down past her collar. She looked terrified. Struggling to get up, I attempted to run over to her, but only succeeded in falling on my face. The professor ran over on his tiny legs and cast a spell to slow the growth, urging me to take her to the Hospital Wing. I looked pointedly at him, making a sarcastic comment as to how impossible it is to walk with jelly-like legs. He quickly said "Unjellify" and sent us on our way.
Hermione was close to hysterics, but somehow managed not to faint. Half-carrying her up the stairs, I mumbled, "Who knew the counter-curse was just Unjellify?" She started giggling like mad, but I'm not sure if it was to my joke or from her hysteria.
She stared at my face and after 10 long seconds, I finally gave in and asked: "What?"
"...Yo' nofth ish veeding." She finally responded, pulling her sleeve to dab at my nose.
I stared at her incoherent language, watching as she slowly dabbed at my nose, hearing her groan and press harder to it.
"I fing ifs vrofen. Vat vid vue voo?" She whispered, finding it difficult to talk due to her teeth.
"I... fell on my face when I tried to help you after your teeth started enlarging," I explained, thinking she was asking about my nose. Thankfully, I was right.
"Ove, no! Vime vorry!" She replied with sad eyes, but her teeth ruined the effect of her apology.
"It wasn't your fault, Hermione. But..who cursed you?" She looked angry, but her teeth wouldn't let her answer. By then, we had arrived outside the Hospital Wing.
Hermione's POV
I couldn't talk coherently, I looked like a beaver, and I wasn't sure who had hit me with the curse. This was definitely not a good day.
Draco led me in, calling for Madam Pomfrey to come quickly.
She didn't look pleased. "What happened to her? Honestly, term hasn't even started and I have injuries already. Bring her over here."
I was led over to a bed, and was told to sit. Looking around, I found I was next to Ernie, who still looked a bit ill.
"Looks like I'm having a better day then you, Hermione." He joked weakly. I said nothing, not wanting to embarrass myself further.
Draco, sitting next to me, chuckled. I glared at him, but all he did was grin.
"What spell was cast on her?" Madam Pomfrey asked Draco.
He shrugged, "We were all trying out a couple spells and she was dueling Millicent Bulstrode and I was busy with Jasper Greengrass. I looked over at one point and saw her front teeth reaching past her collar. I never saw who cast it."
"Hmm, this could be a problem, then. I can't give you a potion if I'm not positive what the spell was and the same with casting a spell on you... Hmm, I could use the shrinking spell, but your teeth may not be the same size as befo-" Madam Pomfrey was cut off when a transparent floating man soared through the wall, into the Infirmary.
Ernie, Draco, and I stared at the man, mouths agape. "Good Afternoon, first years!" The man said to the three of us. He then caught sight of me and my foot-long teeth. "Good Grief! You remind me of the reason I died! Would you like to hear my song that I wrote about it?" He asked.
I didn't respond, staring at him instead. So... a polite, musical, dead man floating in mid-air... What The Heck?
None of us responded. He took that as a yes and began:
(A/N: This was written by JKR herself for HP2, but the editor wasn't fond of it, so it was cut. I found this when looking around for tooth spells... here it is!)
"It was a mistake any wizard could make
Who was tired and caught on the hop
One piffling error, and then, to my terror,
I found myself facing the chop.
Alas for the eve when I met Lady Grieve
A-strolling the park in the dusk!
She was of the belief I could straighten her teeth
Next moment she'd sprouted a tusk.
I cried through the night that I'd soon put her right
But the process of justice was lax;
They'd brought out the block, though they'd mislaid the rock
Where they usually sharpened the axe.
Next morning at dawn, with a face most forlorn,
The priest said to try not to cry,
"You can come just like that, no, you won't need a hat,"
And I knew that my end must be nigh.
The man in the mask who would have the sad task
Of cleaving my head from my neck,
Said "Nick, if you please, will you get to your knees,"
And I turned to a gibbering wreck.
"This may sting a bit" said the cack-handed twit
As he swung the axe up in the air,
But oh the blunt blade! No difference it made,
My head was still definitely there.
The axeman he hacked and he whacked and he thwacked,
"Won't be too long", he assured me,
But quick it was not, and the bone-headed clot
Took forty-five goes 'til he floored me.
And so I was dead, but my faithful old head
It never saw fit to desert me,
It still lingers on, that's the end of my song,
And now, please applaud, or you'll hurt me."
Madam Pomfrey was the first to applaud, the rest of us following suit. "Kids, this is Sir Nicholas de Mimsy Porpington. He's one of our resident ghosts here at Hogwarts. Nick, since you know about tooth spells, any ideas as to what happened to Hermione, here?" She asked the ghost, gesturing towards me.
"Hmm, well, there are many spells and potions that one can use to cure large teeth." He mused. "The spell cast on Lady Grieve was a shrinking spell."
"Would you like us to try that on you, deary?" Madam Pomfrey asked me.
I shrugged, still not able to speak.
"Alright, I'll have a go at it. Is it alright if I give you a sleeping potion?" She asked again.
I thought about how my parents were dentists and always numbed people's mouths, worrying if the sleeping potion would have the same effect.
I nodded, though.
She pointed her wand at the cupboards and said "Accio Sleeping Draught."
She pulled a measuring spoon from her pocket, pouring a spoonful from the bottle that had soared to her and gave it to me to drink.
It tasted like... before I could even think of a taste, I was knocked out.
Draco's POV
I watched Hermione fall sleep, and looked up to Madam Pomfrey.
"Are you sure the spell will work?" I muttered, turning my gaze back to Hermione.
Sir Nick floated down, pausing next to me. "It will. The spell isn't complicated, but it is best to stop early, rather than late. Her teeth may be slightly buck..."
I stared at him, frustrated slightly at the idea of Hermione with buck teeth... when they have a better cure, I'm going to get Hermione to have them fixed... again.
"It is very simple, but do you wish to leave, anyways, Mr. Malfoy?" The Medi-witch asked me.
I nodded and walked over to sit with Ernie as Hermione's teeth were tended to.
When Pomfrey finished, she looked towards me, seeming to finally notice the blood trickling from my nose.
"Oh, dear, let me heal that and you can go back to lessons." She started. "You must be-"
"Can I stay?" I asked quickly, Hermione was, after all, my closest friend here...
Madam Pomfrey looked like she wanted to refuse, but sighed, and agreed.
"After all, Mister MacMillan needs some company anyways." She quickly cast "Episkey" on my nose and started talking again. "I'll let them know that you won't be returning for a while." She then called out "Maisy!" With a loud rack, a small, wide-eyed house elf appeared.
"Yes, ma'am?" Maisy squeaked, bowing low to the ground. The elf was wearing an old pillowcase that reminded me of my manor's house-elf, Dobby.
"I need you to go to... Who's leading the duels?" Madam Pomfrey turned to me, inquiringly.
"Uhh... Professor Flikwit?" I replied, not positive of the short man's name.
She nodded, "That makes sense since he used to be a champion dueler..." She turned back to the elf, "Tell Professor Flitwick that Mr. Malfoy will be staying in the Hospital Wing with Ms. Granger and Mr. MacMillan." The witch stated.
"Yes, ma'am!" The short elf replied, "Do you need anything else?"
Madam Pomfrey shook her head, and, with a crack, Maisy disappeared.
"The sleeping draught will wear off in about an hour." She explained, beginning to walk toward the Nurse's Office. "If you need anything, knock on the door."
With that, she closed the door, leaving the boys to talk and pass the time until Hermione'd awaken.
A/N: This is an open story! If you have any ideas, let me know :D
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