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Chapter 2

Piece of Parchment




Hermione wiped her tears away from her face. On the ground, she saw a piece of parchment.
It read:
Granger - hot
Pansy - not
Weaselette - pretty
Brown - not too much
Patils - definitely not…
Don’t feel like writing more.


It must be a way to write his feelings on paper, Hermione thought.

She kept the parchment and walked to the common room and found Harry and Ginny snogging. She was so surprised of how they got to that so quick.

She coughed, getting their attention. They immediately broke apart and looked over at Hermione with surprised looks on their faces.

“Erm…we were just…” Ginny tried to think of an excuse of why her and Harry were snogging.

“Snogging?” Hermione said with a laugh.

“Well..." Ginny began.

"Yeah," Harry finished with an innocent smile.

“Well, okay. Continue. I’ll just be off." She walked into the girls’ dormitory and went to bed.

~*~





Hermione woke up and did the daily things she does in the morning: brush her teeth, take a shower, get ready, and dry and fix her hair. When she was done, she went to the Great Hall and took a seat next to Ginny.

“Hey, Hermione! What’s up?” Ginny greeted.

“Hey, Ginny! Nothing much,” Hermione replied. Ginny spotted a piece of parchment in the pocket of Hermione’s robe.

“Hey, what’s that parchment in your pocket?” Ginny asked.

“Oh, this?” Hermione took it out. “Well I‘m guessing Malfoy wrote this.” She gave it to Ginny.

“What? Are you serious?” Ginny said, gawking at the parchment.

“It’s true,” Harry said while he sat down across from Ginny. “Ron swallowed the whole thing!”

“What?” Hermione and Ginny asked clueless.

“Oh, I thought you were talking about when Ron swallowed the -- never mind,” Harry said. “What’s that piece of parchment Gin is so surprised about?”

“Oh, it’s just this thing Malfoy probably wrote,” Hermione said.

"Well, that's something. He thinks I'm pretty," Ginny commented. Harry was clueless as to what she was talking about. "But he thinks you're hot, which is very odd since he's with Pansy, who he thinks is... not."

Hermione snatched the parchment away from Ginny and gave it to Harry.

He looked at the paper. “Wow, are you serious?” Harry asked.

“Why is it such a big deal?” Hermione asked.

"Well, he could fancy you," Ginny said.

"Why? The only thing it says about me on the piece of parchment is that I'm, so called, 'hot,'" Hermione said.

"Well, Malfoy's that kind of person who fancies girls for how they look, so..." Ginny began.

“So, what? You think Malfoy’s gonna start fancying me because of how I look? Yeah right,” Hermione said. “Ginny, he insults me, calls me names, and makes fun of me. He’s been doing that for six years! This is my last year here, so when I leave I won’t ever have to see him again.”

“Well, it’s the beginning of the year. Something could happen,” Ginny said.

“Nothing is going to happen, Ginny. Don’t worry,” Hermione said.

“I don't know," Ginny said, still carrying on the conversation. "You two would make a good couple..." Hermione hit Ginny's shoulder. "Ouch! What? It's true."

"You're talking about Malfoy," Hermione pointed out.

"Well, it's true," she repeated. "I'm just saying."

Ron then came into the Great Hall and took a seat next to Harry.

“What happened? What’s that parchment next to Harry’s plate?” Ron asked. Hermione quickly took the paper back.

Hermione looked at Ginny. “What do I do? He’s gonna find Malfoy and hunt him down if he figures out that Malfoy wrote this parchment,” Hermione whispered.

“He would really get that jealous?” Ginny whispered back.

“No, not jealous. Overprotective," Hermione corrected.

“Well…tell him…that…I don’t know what you should tell him. You’re the smart one. Figure something out,” Ginny said.

Hermione turned her head towards Ron with an innocent expression on her face. She crumpled the paper and threw it behind her not caring where it would end up.

The paper ended up in a certain Slytherin’s plate. The Slytherin picked the crumpled piece of paper and opened it.

“What’s that, Drakey?” Pansy asked.

“Nothing,” Malfoy said now annoyed with her squeaky, irritating voice.

Hermione looked back wondering where the paper ended up. She saw Malfoy with a piece of paper in his hand. Malfoy looked up and the first pair of eyes he met was Hermione's. Hermione turned back around quickly.

What were the odds of it landing in his plate?

“I’ll see you three later,” Hermione said as she stood up.

“Wait,” Ron stopped her. “What was that piece of parchment?”

“It was just this note from Viktor. Says he misses me or something,” Hermione replied.

"That pumpkin-head?" Ron said, obviously believing the lie. "Who cares about him."

She walked out of the Great Hall. After a few minutes, Malfoy went out of the Great Hall as well. He found Hermione leaning against a wall.

“Finally!” Hermione exclaimed.

“How the hell did you find this parchment?” Malfoy asked.

“I found it on the floor on the way to the common room after you tripped me,” Hermione explained. “Oh and by the way, my right arm now as a bruise thanks to you. Whenever I just lightly touch it, it hurts.”

“What happened when I do this?” Malfoy hit Hermione’s right arm.

“Ow!” Hermione yelled. She rubbed her arm. “That hurt, you know. Do you enjoy seeing me suffer?"

"Of course," he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Sadist," Hermione insulted.

"Mudblood," he fired back.

"So, what was the deal with that parchment?" she asked, quickly changing the subject.

"Huh?" he said, having forgot about the parchment already. "Oh... nothing, really. It's nothing."

"All right, then," Hermione said, obviously not believing him.

Having nothing else to say to him, for she knew he wasn't going to say anything more about the parchment, she started to walk away when she tripped over something. She tried to gain her balance, but couldn’t. Suddenly, Hermione felt strong shoulders pull her up before she hit the ground. When she was up, she looked at Malfoy.

“Thanks,” she mumbled, fixing herself.

“Whatever,” Malfoy replied, not really sure why he even helped her when he could have seen her suffer more and fall on the ground.

“Thanks for being so polite, Malfoy,” Hermione said sarcastically. She walked past him and started to go to the Gryffindor common room.

~*~





Hermione was on her way to Charms. She met up with Harry and Ron.

“Hey, you two!” Hermione greeted.

“Hey, Hermione,” they said together.

“You guys have Charms, right?” Hermione asked.

“Sorry, no. We have to go to stupid Divination,” Ron said grumpily.

“I thought you guys weren’t gonna take it,” Hermione said with a laugh.

“Professor Trelawney made us,” Harry said.

“I thought she said that she’s not gonna be teaching this year,” Hermione said.

“Yeah, us too,” Ron said. “But we don’t know what happened.”

“You‘ll live,” Hermione said. “Well, I better get going. I’m going to be late for Charms!” She started running up the stairs.

“But Charms doesn’t start until twenty-five minutes!” Ron yelled to Hermione.

“I’m going to be late for being early,” Hermione smiled. “See you.”

“See you,” Harry and Ron said.

Hermione headed to Charms and sat down at a desk. She started reading the Charms book(although, she already practically memorized it). After five minutes, everybody started coming in. After everyone was seated, Professor Flitwick entered the classroom and stood up on a pile of books.

Well, I guess no one is gonna sit next to me. At least there’s no one to bug me to help them, Hermione thought.

Professor Flitwick entered the room and stood on his pile of books. “Now class, we will have just a brief review of the Evanesco spell,” Professor Flitwick said. “Can anyone tell me what the Evanesco spell is again?”

Hermione’s hand shot up into the air. “Yes, Miss Grang-” Suddenly, Malfoy entered the room. “Mister Malfoy. If you are late one more time to my class, you will have detention. Please take a seat next to Miss Granger.”

“I’m sorry, Miss Granger. Yes?”

“The Evanesco spell is used to make an object disappear,” Hermione said.

“Very good. Now can you please demonstrate how to do the Evanesco spell to everyone again?”

Hermione took her wand out and pointed it at a vase that was on their table. “Evanesco,” she said. The object disappeared.

“Very good, Miss Granger! Ten points to Gryffindor!” Professor Flitwick yelled happily. “Now, we will be learning the Diffindo spell. Does anyone know what the Diffindo spell does?”

Hermione’s hand, again, shot through the air along with Malfoy’s.

“Mister Malfoy?” Professor Flitwick called.

“The Diffindo spell breaks an object,” Malfoy said.

“I’m sorry, but that is incorrect. Miss Granger?”

“The Diffindo spell splits an object in half,” Hermione said.

“Excellent. Just like this,” Professor Flitwick put his wand on a book. “Diffindo.” The book split in half. “Now please work on the spell with the person next to you. When both of you have mastered it, please come to me. Begin!”

“Do you always have to act so smart?” Malfoy asked annoyed.

“I don’t act smart, Malfoy,” Hermione said.

Hermione put her wand on a piece of paper. “Diffindo.” The paper split in half. “Now, you try.”

Malfoy put his wand on another piece of paper. “Diffindo!” Malfoy said quickly. The paper flew off the desk.

“You pronounced it wrong. It’s Di-ffin-do,” Hermione corrected. “Don’t say it too quickly.” Hermione picked up the piece of paper that fell on the floor and put it in front of Malfoy.

“Can‘t believe that I‘m about to follow the advice of a mudblood, but okay.” He put his wand on the paper. “Diffindo.” The paper split in half. Malfoy gasped that he followed a mudblood’s advice and it actually helped. Hermione just smiled.

“Come on. We have to go to Professor Flitwick.” They walked up to his desk.

“You two are finished?” Professor Flitwick asked surprisingly.

“Yes,” Hermione and Malfoy said together.

“Well, here is the work.” He handed them the work which was three pages long. “You may work together and you may use the Charms book.” They walked back to their seat and started doing the work.

Twenty minutes passed and a few groups still haven’t mastered the spell. Hermione and Malfoy were almost done with the work. Malfoy got stuck on a question and couldn’t figure it out.

“Mudblood,” Malfoy called.

Hermione didn't answer.

I'm not gonna respond to him with that name, Hermione thought.

"Mudblood," Malfoy tried again.

Hermione just continued her work, ignoring Malfoy.

"Granger," Malfoy said, understanding what she wanted.

Hermione finally looked at him.

“I need help with number thirty-three.”

“Oh, yeah. That question is pretty hard to understand. Here, another way to say it is...”

“Thanks,” he muttered.

Hermione became surprised. “What?”

“What, what?” Malfoy asked confused.

“Did you just say ‘thanks’?” Hermione asked surprised.

“Yeah, so?”

“Whatever,” Hermione continued her work.

I must be dreaming, she thought.

They continued their work and finished after ten more minutes. They walked up to Professor Flitwick.

“Thank you. You two may sit down until the bell rings in exactly six minutes.” They sat down.

Did I actually go through a whole entire period sitting next to Malfoy, working with Malfoy, and talking to Malfoy without an argument?’
Hermione asked herself. Whatever. I know that’s never gonna happen again. Better enjoy it now. Suddenly, the bell rang. Hermione was the first to get out of the room.









A/N: I don't know. Just felt like ending it. =) Please remember to leave a review!

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