Author's Note: It has been a while since I last posted anything. You can blame NaNo for that! But I finished my novel and hit the 50k word mark so I am rather pleased with myself. But on with the show! This is written for the Chocolate Frog Card Challenge, the DADA Assignment, Day 4 of the Christmas Challenge and Grade 6 Assignment 3 of the School of Prompts.

Card: (Gold) Ekrizdis - write about Ekrizdis, Azkaban and what he did there

Assignment: Write about the Depulso Banishing Charm

Prompts: (word) festive/ (colour) gold

Song: Every Rose has it's Thorn - Poison

Disclaimer: I don't own anything that you recognise!

Nuisance

Hermione was known school wide for her obsessive studying habits and ability to find enjoyment and interest in every subject but as she flicked through the History of Magic textbook that Professor Binns had given them even she started to grow bored.

Ekrizdis (fl. 15th Century) she read.

Ekrizdis was a Dark Wizard who lived during the 15th Century. He was of unknown nationality but became the founder and original inhabitant of the fortress turned prison Azkaban. Alone on the island, at time time unchartered by either muggle or wizardkind, Ekrizdis practiced dangerous dark magic of the worst kind. He lured, tortured and killed unfortunate muggle sailors who passed by the fortress and is believed to have been insane. After his death the concealment charm shielding the fortress and island faded and the British MoM investigated. Only the information about the Dementors, who infested the building and island, was released to the public and investigators refused to discuss any other evidence found of Ekrizdis's dark activities.

Hermione sighed and squinted against the fading light as she picked up her quill, starting to take notes on this dark wizard to add to her long list. "Founded Azkaban… tortured and killed sailors… protected island… infested with dementors…" she mumbled to herself as she scribbled away enjoying the silence.

"Seriously Granger? It's a Friday night."

Hermione, who usually prided herself on keeping her cool when presented with this particular individual, couldn't hold back the groan of frustration as she looked up and met the pale eyes of Draco Malfoy. He smirked.

"That pleased to see me, eh Granger?"

"Malfoy, I am begging you for once to just leave me alone," she whined. "I know we usually fight and spar but I just can't be bothered to deal with you right now."

"Spar?" he mocked circling the table and peering over her shoulder at the open textbook. He hissed sympathetically, "oh what a lovely, festive activity Granger. No wonder you're so cheerful."

Candles flickered automatically to life around them alerting Hermione to the fact it was now 7pm. Dinner would be served at any minute and she had to collect all her belongings first. Looking up she opened her mouth to tell Malfoy to go away again but couldn't help noticing how the candlelight turned his white hair to gold. She flushed at the inappropriate thoughts that filled her mind but pushed them aside.

"Oh look at that," she said nonchalantly. "Time for dinner! Off you go."

Hermione collected her bag and books stuffing everything in haphazardly in her attempts to rush. When she looked up ready to rush off she noticed that Draco hadn't moved a muscle. "What are you doing?" she asked exasperation slipping through into her tone.

He shrugged. "Nothing much."

Hermione rolled her eyes, slung her bag over her shoulder and left the library. Her steps were swift her rumbling stomach urging her on. Her wand slipped out of her robe pocket and clattered across the stone floor. She bent to pick it up noticing, as she did so, that Draco was only a step behind her.

"For goodness sake Draco," she started to turn, "don't make me Depulso you… Oh!"

As she had turned Hermione had accidently made the correct wand movement as she said the spell and a jet of light flew from her wand connecting with Draco. The air was knocked completely from him as the Banishing spell sent him flying backwards and into a wall.

"Draco!" Hermione screeched rushing down the hall to where he lay in a crumpled heap.

"Merlin Hermione," he groaned pushing himself up. "Was it something I said?"

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