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For those who have seen my hints about writing a new story here it is, it took me a while more to edit and type than I thought. The validation process is also taking a while. Due to copyright reasons I have had to take out a large amount of my first chapter. I have left some in because it is necessary in this story. Lets just hope its not too much.

This story is set in the HBP book Pg 114 of 'Draco's Detour", Pg's 296-298 of "The Unbreakable Vow" and the bottom of Pg 308 and top of Pg 309 of "A Very Frosty Christmas".

For the full version and feel of this story I suggest you read the above mentioned Pg's 296-298. The quotes have been outlined with 2 stars each, to show I do know what is mine and what is J.K Rowling's.....

I do not own Harry Potter and the 6 quotes in my first chapter.

Now finally on with the story! Enjoy!


Lurking Monsters



‘And then,’ droned on McLaggen to a disgruntled Hermione Granger, ‘She swoops up to me –and she’s got this really bad grip, it’s the way she holds it, its more of a – but anyway, I could tell she was about to drop it, so naturally she’d aim for the closest hoop and I –if you don’t mind me bragging-’

‘That’s really interesting Cormac,’ cut in Hermione. ‘But I think I should get drinks.’

McLaggen looked down at the almost full goblet in his hand.

‘But I’ve still-’

‘You need more.’ She cut in again.

‘Ok, but hurry, I still haven’t finished telling you about my save against Demelza. ‘And,’ he pointed to the mistletoe decorating Slughorn’s ceiling. ‘You don’t want to miss out on any treats.’ He winked suggestively and she raised her eyebrows.

‘Er…no… of course not…’

Without another word she slipped off into the crowd at Slughorn’s party.

She breathed a sigh of relief, but next second someone behind her called out.

**‘Hermione! Hermione!’

She tensed ready to spring back into the crowd but then realised the voice didn’t belong to Cormac McLaggen at all.

‘Harry! There you are, thank goodness!’**

She said hello to Luna who was standing next to him wearing a set of silver spangled robes and was obviously his date.

**‘What’s happened to you?’ Asked Harry**, looking at her as though she had Doxy’s in her hair.

**‘Oh I’ve just escaped – I mean I’ve just left Cormac,’ she said ‘Under the mistletoe,’ she added in explanation, as Harry continued to look questioningly at her.

‘Serves you right for coming with him,’ he told her severely.

‘I thought he’d annoy Ron most,’ said Hermione dispassionately ‘I debated for a while about Zacharias Smith, but I thought, on the whole-’

‘You considered Smith?’ said Harry sounding revolted.**

Hermione winced inside at his tone.

**‘Yes, I did, and I’m starting to wish I’d chosen him, McLaggen makes Grawp look like a gentleman. Let’s go this way, we’ll be able to see him coming, he’s so tall…’

The three of them made their way to the other side of the room, realising too late that Professor Trelawney was standing there alone.**

Luna said hello to the mad Professor but Hermione ignored them. At least Trelawney wasn’t raving on about Harry and death.

**Harry gripped Hermione’s arm and drew her closer and said in a slightly accusing tone, ‘Let’s get something straight. Are you planning to tell Ron that you interfered at Keeper tryouts?’

Hermione raised her eyebrows.

‘Do you really think I’d stoop that low?’

Harry looked at her shrewdly.

‘Hermione, if you can ask out McLaggen-’ **

Hermione sighed as she explained to Harry that there was a difference and of course she wouldn’t tell Ron that she interfered with Keeper tryouts.

**‘Good,’ said Harry fervently. ‘Because he’ll just fall apart again and we’ll lose the next match-’

‘Quidditch!’ said Hermione. ‘Is that all boys care about? Cormac hasn’t asked me one single question about myself, no, I’ve just been treated to A Hundred Great Saves Made by Cormac McLaggen non-stop, ever since – oh no, here he comes!’**

Hermione moved as fast as she could, she dashed between two guffawing witches and glanced behind her.

She could just see McLaggen squeezing his way towards Harry.

She didn’t wait around to see wether Harry was mad enough at her to give away her position but dived into the crowd.

She spotted Ginny and walked towards her.

‘Hi, Ginny.’

‘Oh, hi, where’s McLaggen?’

‘Under the mistletoe. Where’s Ron?’

‘With Lavender, I think I heard them mention something about going to the Astronomy Tower. He’s being such a hypocrite.’

‘He didn’t mention anything about McLaggen, did he?’

Ginny’s face fell, ‘Er… no, sorry. I haven’t heard him say anything, sorry.’

‘Oh, no!’ Without any explanation to Ginny, she fled again seeing her dates tall frame nearby.

Hermione glanced around the room for Harry but he seemed to have disappeared. Hermione dodged McLaggen for a whole ten minutes until she found herself on one edge of the room.

To her horror the crowd parted to reveal McLaggen, she was close now to the door of Slughorn’s office and there weren’t many people or anything to hide behind.

She looked around frantically for another escape but saw only the door.

She shot outside fast as a Firebolt.

She ran behind a tapestry and waited for a moment and then withdrew back inside.
Hermione emerged from the tapestry and sighed.

There was no real point going back in, she had only really spent her time running from Cormac and Ron hadn’t even seen them together. He didn’t seem to mind and was still snogging Lavender. She decided she needed someone worse to make Ron jealous. A Slytherin would be best but there was really no chance of that happening.

Next moment while Hermione was still lost in thought, Malfoy walked around a corner looking livid and mumbling to himself.

‘Need help! Do I need help? I’m perfectly capable-’

He fell short when he saw Hermione.

‘What are you doing out this late Malfoy? I don’t remember you getting an invitation to Slughorn’s party.’ She said this last thing with a sneer. ‘Before you even ask I, unlike you, do have an invitation.’

Malfoy’s face became a nasty shade of red.

‘I don’t care if you got an invitation. And as for what I’m doing out this late Granger, it’s none of your business. You see Mudblood; some people take risks once in a while, break a rule or two. You should try it sometime Granger. Without saving the world at the same time.’

‘I’ve broken rules! But breaking them just for the fun of it is wrong Malfoy. Then again you wouldn’t know right from wrong, look where your father ended up.’

Malfoy hissed and took a step towards her, apparently trying to be menacing however Hermione didn’t even flinch.

‘Don’t you mention my father, you filthy, dirty Muggle-born. It’s you, your precious Potter and your blood traitor boyfriend’s fault!’

Hermione glared at him. ‘He got what he deserved… Besides Ron Weasley is not my boyfriend. He’s going out with Lavender Brown.’

Malfoy’s face became blank and Hermione noticed he had uncharacteristic bags under his eyes and a greyish tinge to his already pale skin.

‘Not your boyfriend?’

‘No.’

Hermione stared at him, he looked relieved and he seemed to have forgotten that he was in a towering rage.

‘Malfoy,’ she said in a cold voice. ‘This really is late for a little boy like you. You don’t want to get in trouble. Besides there are monsters, lurking in the dark at midnight.’

Malfoy shot her a look that could wither even Devil’s Snare.

‘As I said Granger, some people break rules every now and then, without having to save the world to make up for it. Some people disobey Filch and Dumbledore, Right under, their noses.’

He lent towards her and whispered in her ear,

‘You should try it sometime Miss Prefect.’

He whipped around and stormed off swearing and cursing, he turned and flew open a tapestry into a shortcut and ripped the tapestry right off the wall.

Hermione winced and muttered, ‘Reparo.’ Pointing her wand and the tapestry re- attached itself.

Malfoy had been gatecrashing and she knew it, he was mad because he didn’t get in.

Hermione half grinned and half let out an exasperated sigh at the thought of how Harry would be able to turn Malfoy’s words and his rage into evidence about his Malfoy-Is-A-Death-Eater theory and she decided that she wouldn’t tell him, there was no need, really.

Hermione shook her head and trudged up to Gryffindor tower, thinking of ways she could make Ron jealous.

She decided that even a Slytherin was going to far and it would further enrage Harry, who hadn’t done anything wrong.

There wasn’t much point trying to attract the attention of a Slytherin anyway because Hermione couldn’t get any of the Slytherin’s even if she tried… even if she was madly in love with one of them… She was muggle-born.

‘Baubles,’ she said sullenly to the Fat Lady who swung open and she climbed inside.

Hermione thanked her lucky stars that Ron and Lavender were still in the Astronomy Tower and not on the common-room couch sharing a moment.

Everyone else was either in bed or at Slughorn’s party. Hermione decided that she would finish her packing for the Christmas Holidays now.

As Hermione was passing the couch there was a crunching sound at her feet and she looked down.

She had trodden on a box. She knelt down and picked it up.

It looked as if someone had tried to stash it under the red cushions of the lounge and as she read the label she knew why.

It was one of Fred and George’s banned products.

On the box was a highly coloured picture of a handsome youth and a swooning girl standing on the ramparts of an old castle.

‘Patented Daydream Charms,’ she read. ‘One simple incantation and you will enter a top quality, highly realistic thirty-minute daydream, easy to fit into the average school lesson and virtually undetectable (side effects include vacant expressions and minor drooling). Not for sale to under sixteens.’

Hermione realised with a shock that Fred had given one of these to her for free, when they had visited Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes (except in the picture they were standing on a pirate ship) and it now lay forgotten in the bottom of her trunk.

Hermione opened the box and a piece of paper fell out. She stared at it for a moment.

It was a page from some sort of textbook. A page from a textbook? Was this some sort of joke?

She turned it over and saw with wonder that the words were switching into each other, melting and swapping until the entire page was filled with the same incantation, over and over again.

Not a joke just undetectable.

She smiled, not only if it worked would it be a very clever bit of magic but also if a teacher told you to turn out your pockets, it would just look like a page from the textbook. Hermione guessed the idea was that you put it over the top of the page you were supposed to be reading and no one would realise.

Hermione scorned for a moment thinking that people were skipping classes this way but then paused and grinned. She wasn’t in a class so she wasn’t missing out on anything or skipping for that matter. She still had her Patented Daydream Charm upstairs so she could swap it back and of course she did ever so much want to see if the Weasley twins magic really worked.

Secretly she wanted to prove Malfoy wrong and she was annoyed at Harry and Ron, she wanted to break a rule without them for once.

It wouldn’t do any harm, if anyone asked she had just confiscated it…. Besides it could actually be fun.

She took a deep breath, looked down at the paper and read the incantation.

‘Diem Delirio Somnium Perfectio Mentis Adduco.’

For a moment nothing happened and Hermione felt like she was floating in fog and then her vision cleared.

She was sitting in a dining room of what looked like a very, old castle.


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