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Chapter List
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- 2-Hell
- 3-Hallway
- 4-Pond
- 5-Steam
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Disclaimer: They all belong to JK Rowling. A/N: This chapter hasn't been read by my beta yet. So what is it doing posted? Well, today is my birthday "yehey!" along with Sigmund Freud (if he was still alive) and Pierce Brosnan. Today, by the way, is May 6, 2002.
I just wanted to post something to mark this event. ^_^ I am now nineteen and old. =P
But, as always, I thank April my beta who keeps encouraging me with all the stuff I do. I also thank Pao and Veens, Maria who was one of the people who first introduced me to D/H, and the people at home who are wondering what I type at odd hours of the day. I love my parents.
OK, really long A/N. thank you to all who are reading this now. Thanks! Please Review! =D
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by Selena Snape
Chapter 3
Hermione was surprised to see that it was not only Professor McGonagall that she found in the transfigurations classroom. Dumbledore, the school's headmaster, was also there along with Professor Lupin. She immediately got the feeling that their presence was deliberate. She had not interrupted a meeting or some kind of friendly faculty chat; they had been waiting for her.
"Ah, Ms. Granger, so good of you to join us. Please take a seat, " Albus Dumbledore said in greeting. Though the three teachers had been deep in conversation around the teacher's table at the central anterior part of the room, the seat they offered her was one behind a desk at the far corner of the room.
She sat. She smoothed her skirt. She crossed her ankles then smoothed her skirt again. Still, none of the teachers had spoken a word. It's as if they were waiting for her to do something. And so she did.
"Why was I called, Professor McGonagall?"
It was, however, Professor Lupin who smiled and, in a relaxed manner, said, "We just wanted to see how you were doing. Ask you about your studies and your health. That sort of thing."
"And how ARE your studies?" the headmaster inquired.
"I'm doing very well, thank you." Hermione even forced herself to curve her lips upward in a wan kind of smile.
She thought, "I'd be damned if I let one stupid mistake make me break down in front of teachers. It was only one test in one subject.I am NOT going to cry.It was just one test, Hermione. You'rill ill on top. You're still number one."
Her smile began to show some teeth.
"That's always nice to hear from a student, Hermione."
"And how are your parents?"
The questions just kept coming. In which part of Britain do you live? Is that near Wigberta's House of Wands or where Muggles buy fish? Do you enjoy what they call "football"?
Hermione's smile nearly faltered when McGonagall asked if she had a boyfriend. It was a remarkable question coming from such a strict teacher who was very vocal about how students should always maintain proper decorum. Hermione was pretty sure it wasn't a rumor that Minerva McGonagall had once put a couple publicly making out in a weeklong detention - in separate rooms, of course.
All throughout, Albus Dumbledore was kind and fatherly. Remus Lupin poured out the charm and kept asking her all sorts of questions about the most mundane things including, of all questions, "How did you find the lunch served today?"
"I haven't had lunch yet, Professor."
"Oh. Then it's best you go and catch the chocolate and peanut butter pie that's for dessert. Positively delightful." At that point, it wasn't hard for Hermione to imagine Professor Dumbledore as a young boy smacking his lips in anticipation before he devoured chocolate frogs and every flavor beans.
"Go ahead, Ms. Granger. You have less than twenty minutes before classes start."
Standing up and looking at each of the teachers in turn, Hermione said "thank you" before she turned to leave the room.
She was certain that it had been an interview or some kind of test but she wasn't sure if she had given them what they wanted.
Her cheeks hurt from smiling.
"Oh, and Ms. Granger, kindly close the door after you."
"Of course, Professor McGonagall."
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They waited for the sound of her footsteps to fade.
Professor McGonagall opened her mouth to speak but was stopped by Professor Lupin who quickly soundproofed the room.
"She doesn't remember!"
"That is possible. Although it is also equally possible that she was just too embarrassed to say she remembered. Maybe."
"Remus, we made her sit behind the desk where she and Mr. Malfoy were fraternizing and she didn't react at all."
The younger wizard was unconvinced. "Maybe she's good at lying, at keeping a straight face. Perhaps she and Malfoy are completely in the thrall of You-Know-Who."
"I think I'd have to agree with Minerva on this one, Remus. I did not sense any deceit in Ms. Granger. Perhaps just anxiety, sadness and stress but definitely nothing to suggest that she has any active participation in Voldemort's plans. She is unaware of what has happened in this room."
They were all thinking of the same thing - of the unasked question. Why exactly was Voldemort interested in Hermione Granger and in Draco Malfoy? What could he gain by allowing them to have sex?
"Perhaps he could give answers." However, Remus Lupin rather doubted they could get anything from the one they would next talk to.
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Hermione had nearly reached the end of the hallway when he came through the bend.
His eyes were on the floor. He walked neither slowly nor quickly but at a very steady pace. He seemed lost in his own thoughts and had not reacted to her presence.
Draco was in fact preoccupied with thoughts of the scratches on his back and of the one responsible for them.
Meanwhile, without even thinking about it, Hermione began to pick up speed. She bowed her head and stooped her shoulders in an effort to be less noticeable. She didn't want to talk, look, or even be seen by Malfoy at the moment.
It turned out to be a wrong move.
"Afraid you messed up again, Granger?" She stopped dead in her tracks.
"Hiding? Ashamed that you ruined your chances of becoming head Girl? Well, you should have known that such a position's too good for a Mudblood like you."
"Everything went well, Malfoy. Couldn't have been better." Why didn't she figure that out earlier? The interview was for Head Girl candidates. She was glad she had smiled.
Draco walked briskly towards the direction Hermione had come from. "Where are you going?" she called after him.
"To the transfigurations room to meet McGonagall."
"Why?"
Her voice had definitely taken on a bossy undertone. As if her of all people had a DUTY to tell her. He normally wouldn't comply. Heck, he normally wouldn't do anything if he knew it pleased the witch in even the slightest way, but, this time, it might be more fun to just rub the truth in her face. He was actually excited - dying to tell her.
"The faculty has been meeting with students who could be Head Boy as well."
He wasn't disappointed by the quiet little "oh" she managed to murmur in response to him.
They had reached the outside of the classroom of the Gryffindor head of house. "Now, if you'll excuse me."
"Professors McGonagall, Lupin and Dumbledore are having a meeting. The doors are probably locked. To Draco, she seemed glad to be back in command - to know something he didn't.
"Is that so?" Pausing only to sneer at her, Draco stepped up to the door and pushed. The doors had been shut through some sort of spell.
"I told you." Now, she seemed very, very glad.
"I think my actions were understandable given the circumstances. Pardon my saying so, Granger, but recent events have shown that you're not always right."
Her hand was itching to slap him.
The slimy, little bastard! So far, Hermione had kept her reactions in check, being as polite as she could be to a little prick like Malfoy always was, but now she exploded.
"How much exactly did you pay, Malfoy? What did that perfect score cost you and your horrid family? Or was Snape happy to do it for free as soon as you asked him? Or - ohmygod, you didn't sleep with him did you?"
"Don't flatter yourself, you filthy Mudblood." He wasn't speaking the words as much as he was spitting them out. "I didn't need to bribe anyone to beat someone like you. With you still pining after the fun old ménage à trois you used to have with the wonder twins, it wasn't hard at all. I could top the Potions exam without even missing a single Quidditch practice session!"
Hermione was so angry she couldn't even think! All she could say was "Ah, yes, Quidditch! May a bludger hit you and end the whole world's misery!" in a voice that was shrill and hoarse at the same time.
Their heated bickering ended abruptly when they heard someone opening the wooden door next to them.
"Mr. Malfoy! We heard shouting. What is going on?" But the witch had already seen Hermione from out of the corner of her eye and understood the situation.
"Ms. Granger, weren't you about to eat lunch? Leave us now." It wasn't a suggestion.
"Mr. Malfoy, wait here." Her head disappeared behind the door again.
"Remember, Gryffindor, that being head Girl is not just abut academic performance. I'd do something about my lack of extracurricular activities if I were you." She didn't see the sarcastic smirk that followed the remark but he was sure that the retreating girl had gotten the point.
He smiled with contentment. There was nothing easier than winding up Hermione Granger when he wanted to.
Alone in the corridor, he began to think about his back again. With a sigh, he flexed the muscles there and was haunted by the phantom ache. Even if the scratch marks had been healed - albeit accidentally along with the bruises he'd gotten from Quidditch - he still felt the pain of something tearing his skin and flesh, sensations that survived the physical manifestations on his body.
He could hardly believe it when Crabbe, of all people, had gotten a cat as a pet. It came from his little sister's cat's litter, the boy had explained, and she couldn't find anyone else to adopt it. Her older brother didn't have a pet so she gave the kitten to him.
Marla the cat loved Draco. Maybe it's because he smelled better than her real owner or because he had more space left in his four-poster when he lies there that Marla keeps sleeping curled up beside the blond Slytherin prefect.
He just couldn't understand why she would scratch him in the back like that. Or how such small claws could dig in so deep.
He should find a way to keep her out of his four-poster for good.
Of course, he could also just remember to keep some clothes on when he sleeps.
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A/N: I first read about chocolate and peanut butter pies from "The Joy Luck Club". One of the characters, I forgot which one, bakes it for her husband. It sounded good.
Mmrr, Danae's cat, likes the way Danae's mother smells so she always sneaks into the bed. ^_^ It's from "Domes of Fire", Book One of The Tamuli, by David Eddings, one of my all-time favorite authors. His books are so cool!
The last line wasn't supposed to be written at all but I couldn't help myself. ^_^
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