Secrets | By : demainviendra Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 2423 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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It was a sunny early spring morning at Hogwarts and there was nothing quite like it. The grass was unusually green and even the Whomping Willow seemed to exude a friendliness (as much friendliness a tree can exude anyway). Harry, Ron and Hermione were unfortunately confined in the dim library, studying for their upcoming Potions exam. While Hermione’s eyes furiously moved from one side of her textbook to another, Harry’s and Ron’s consistently flicked over to the figure seated at the table beside them.
“That 5th year, what’s her name—,” Harry began.
“Naveah,” Ron said in a mock dreamy tone, quite in the style of Luna Lovegood.
“Yeah, her. She’s quite the looker isn’t she?” Things had changed at Hogwarts since the encounter between Harry and Voldemort in Harry’s 6th year. The evil lord had been vanquished and Harry’s life had taken a turn toward normalcy. He was no longer burdened by sleepless nights and tortured days; he was now occupied by something completely different: women. He felt it was his right to be so concerned, since he missed out on his puberty what with the whole return of Lord Voldemort thing.
Hermione rolled her eyes from behind her book. “When will you two ever stop?”
“What? You don’t think she’s good looking?” Ron asked, grinning.
“I think she’s good looking. What do you say Ron?” Harry said.
“I would say she’s good looking.” Ron stated loudly.
She dropped her book on the table with a loud slam. The entire library stopped to stare as she gathered her belongings. “I’m going to go study in the common room. Come find me when you gits start caring about passing the Potions exam.”
“Alright, alright Hermione, we were just joking. Don’t leave us!” Ron pleaded. “You know you’re better looking than her,” he whispered in reprise. He gave her a quick kiss. The two had become a couple, the term used loosely, several months ago.
“Only if you two actually start studying the Potions book and not that girl over there.” Hermione smirked a little and slowly released her hold on her notebooks and books.
The two boys nodded, making her laugh with their puppy dog faces.
Two days dragged on, each hour mimicking the last with its tedium. Finally, it was the day of their test.
Hermione trudged into class, tired from three days studying. Harry and Ron trudged in, sulky from the realization that they had not gotten past the first chapter in their book.
“Watch it, mudblood or I’ll put the cruciatus on you and your muggle parents,” a familiar voice hissed. Hermione looked up and saw that she had accidentally stepped on the blond haired Slytherin’s feet. The trademark scowl still marked his pale face and his two henchmen, Crabbe and Goyle—who had gotten even more massive in the past two years—still mimicked their leader’s scowl with their own pudgy faces.
“Shove it, Malfoy. It was an accident. You don’t have to get so worked up about it,” she said in an almost perfunctory fashion. She had, by now, gotten used to his insults and empty threats. It didn’t help that she had to see him almost every day in meetings with the headmasters and professors, the two of them being head girl and head boy. She had thought that his father and mother’s arrests and becoming head boy would have matured him a little. He was still the same bitter, angry Draco Malfoy, only much taller.
When Draco was at a safe distance, Ron felt it was the right time to spit out, “that Malfoy—I swear, one of these days, I’m going to shove my foot right up his pale little—”
“I’d like to see you try,” Hermione teased.
“Come on,” Harry said impatiently, “let’s go sit down and do some last minute studying.”
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“Well that wasn’t so bad!”
“Says YOU, Hermione,” Harry said, his hands still clammy and stained with ink from the exam.
Ron, who also looked shaken, sat down on a nearby bench, rubbing his equally clammy hands against the side of his robe. Hermione sat down next to him and took his hand. She pulled his face up to hers, smiled and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.
“Oh get a room, you two,” Harry shouted distractedly, eyeing Naveah, who was walking in their direction. Hermione gave him a swift kick in the shins.
“Let’s go get some dinner before it’s too late,” Ron said, jumping up. His cheeks were flushed red but his hands were no longer clammy. Hermione had that kind of effect on him. He held her hand and they walked to the dining hall, with Harry chatting up Naveah closely behind them.
“Miss Granger!” Professor McGonagall called after her.
Hermione turned around and smiled at the elderly woman who was walking up to her.
“Today you’ll be eating dinner with me,” McGonagall said, straightening her hair and robes.
Her eyes widened, but quickly returned to their normal size—she didn’t want to make Professor McGonagall angry. She let go of Ron and followed McGonagall in the other direction.
Hermione and Professor McGonagall walked for quite some time and ended up in a small room, one she had never seen before. In it, was a table set with a meager dinner, two chairs, two beds, and …Draco Malfoy?
“Professor McGonagall, what’s going—,” Hermione began.
“Well Hermione, it has come to my attention that you and Mr. Malfoy argue all day like a bunch of skryapes in the Forbidden Forest. I will not tolerate this type of incessant bickering between a head boy and head girl. You two will sit in this room, eat, and get to know each other and resolve your problems. I will come back tomorrow night, just before dinnertime. Don’t worry about food—the food on that table will keep regenerating.”
“But Professor McGonagall—,” Draco whined. It was too late. The elderly woman was out of the room with a flourish. He ran up and reached for the doorknob but pulled away quickly, looking at his hands with a slight shock.
“What’ong ong with the doorknob?” Hermione asked.
“I don’t know—she must have put some kind of charm on it. It just burned my hand! Look—,” Draco held up his hand. On it was seared, “I will be a good boy.”
Hermione sighed and pulled up a chair. This was going to be a long night.
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