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CHAPTER TWO: A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL
Chapter two is here and three will be here soon as well. Again, any betas who would teach me some formatting FEEL FREE TO EMAIL ME!!!! OR COMMENT.
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CHAPTER TWO: A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL
The sound of the crowd was finally dying from his mind as Draco walked further into the library. 7th Potions, 7th year Defense Against the Dark Arts, 7th year Transfiguration books leadened his knapsack all of which were waited for him to read and study their pages. Draco wouldn’t have claimed to be lazy. On the contrary he was self-sufficient. After all, why should one study if others could study for you?
But with the absence of a house elf since second year, and friends who thought Slitherin was the inventor of Drubles Best Blowing Gum, he found himself here more often then he’d like. Who liked to go here anyway? And that’s when he saw her: parchment scrolls sprawled across the mahogany table top, her seventh year Arithmancy book propped up for reading as if it were a copy of Witches Weekly. What was with her! How could she content thumbing through that thing? Provoked by mere exasperation, Draco strode forward.
“How far along are you?” Not even bothering to look up Hermione continued to write. “Almost complete. But then I have Transfiguration, Herbology, and Defense against the Dark Arts Essay. Damn, I know I’m forgetting something.”-“Potions we have to write a 6 page essay on the Mandrake root.” “Why did I forget that?" More than a little frustrated, she set down her quill to massage her temples. “I really must be losing my touch.” “If this is losing your touch Granger, I hate to see you on a good day,” only then did Hermione glance up at the speaker. Her face drained of color only to be quickly replaced by a mortified flush. I was talking to him the entire time! I could have said anything. Damn it! Malfoy had never seen Hermione blush and certainly not because of something he said. His eyes glittered with curiosity as he took a step closer to her book-laden table.
“Preoccupied Hermione,” her brown eyes widened at the use of her name. Why was he using her name? “Since you finished with your Arithmancy why don’t you let me copy that?” Her eyes flashed with dislike. “I don’t even let my friends “copy” my homework and you are anything but a friend, Draco.” Her seething reply only made his smile more amiable. “Besides,” she continued, “I only help those who will ask for help nicely, not insult me like you did just this afternoon. Don’t you have someone to bother Malfoy, because unless this visit has a purpose, I have a mountain of assignments all of which are due tomorrow?" Her voice quavered on the word tomorrow. Draco felt a pang of unwanted sympathy. “Here,” he shoved them towards her, a neatly label scroll of parchment, in an attempt to be friendly. “My notes. Not as good as perfect-Granger work but better than anything my friends have come up with.” Hermione shook her head. “Why are you giving these to me?” Draco threw her a withering glance to disguise his amusement. “Not giving, borrowing. Besides, you said you only help those who ask you nicely and I’m assuming, who are your friends.” “And you’re saying you want to be friends?” “In the confines of this building, yes.” “So a truce. I help you with your classes and you”-“will give you full use of my notes.” Draco outstretched his hand. Warily Hermione shook it. “Deal.”
Ron and Harry were horrified and heavily confused when Hermione told them primly in the Gryffindor common room the next day that she’d be studying with Malfoy at lunch.
“You know that saying “making a deal with the devil”? I hate to break it to you but this is the closest you’re gonna get to it without going down to Hades and having another run in with Fluffy!” Ron’s ears began to redden in frustration by her lack of response as he gestured at Hermione, hers still primly glued to Hogwarts: a History. “Tell me you’re not looking forward to this.” Her eyes remained glued to the page, her response a mere shrug of the shoulder. “What are you planning on getting out of this Hermione?” Harry’s inquiry was more questioning than horrified. “I don’t know,” she told them smoothly. “Some notes, some work done. Why are you complaining? It’s not like you two enjoy studying with me in the library.” Ron snorted. “Like Malfoy’s academic.” “Maybe he is. We barely know him. Besides unlike you two, he seems to want to study.” There was a shocked bit of silence for a good minute before Ron exploded. “Did you just defend Malfoy? What’s wrong with you lately! He’s the enemy! He’s been trying to get us expelled since the moment we were assigned houses and been calling you mud-blood just as long.” Hermione growled as she set her book down with a snap. “Pardon me Ron, but it seems like a lot people I’m around are “the enemy.” Victor Krum, Gilderoy Lockheart. Hell anyone I spend time with besides you and Harry! Is Professor Victor is enemy too Ron because I’ve been spending most of my time in Arthrimancy him this term. Quit asking if there is something wrong Ron. THERE’S NOTHING WRONG! YOU’RE JUST PARANOID!” Only after she’d stormed out did Harry choose to comment, “Is it just me or did she just compare Draco to Victor Krum and Gilderoy Lockheart?”
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CHAPTER TWO: A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL
The sound of the crowd was finally dying from his mind as Draco walked further into the library. 7th Potions, 7th year Defense Against the Dark Arts, 7th year Transfiguration books leadened his knapsack all of which were waited for him to read and study their pages. Draco wouldn’t have claimed to be lazy. On the contrary he was self-sufficient. After all, why should one study if others could study for you?
But with the absence of a house elf since second year, and friends who thought Slitherin was the inventor of Drubles Best Blowing Gum, he found himself here more often then he’d like. Who liked to go here anyway? And that’s when he saw her: parchment scrolls sprawled across the mahogany table top, her seventh year Arithmancy book propped up for reading as if it were a copy of Witches Weekly. What was with her! How could she content thumbing through that thing? Provoked by mere exasperation, Draco strode forward.
“How far along are you?” Not even bothering to look up Hermione continued to write. “Almost complete. But then I have Transfiguration, Herbology, and Defense against the Dark Arts Essay. Damn, I know I’m forgetting something.”-“Potions we have to write a 6 page essay on the Mandrake root.” “Why did I forget that?" More than a little frustrated, she set down her quill to massage her temples. “I really must be losing my touch.” “If this is losing your touch Granger, I hate to see you on a good day,” only then did Hermione glance up at the speaker. Her face drained of color only to be quickly replaced by a mortified flush. I was talking to him the entire time! I could have said anything. Damn it! Malfoy had never seen Hermione blush and certainly not because of something he said. His eyes glittered with curiosity as he took a step closer to her book-laden table.
“Preoccupied Hermione,” her brown eyes widened at the use of her name. Why was he using her name? “Since you finished with your Arithmancy why don’t you let me copy that?” Her eyes flashed with dislike. “I don’t even let my friends “copy” my homework and you are anything but a friend, Draco.” Her seething reply only made his smile more amiable. “Besides,” she continued, “I only help those who will ask for help nicely, not insult me like you did just this afternoon. Don’t you have someone to bother Malfoy, because unless this visit has a purpose, I have a mountain of assignments all of which are due tomorrow?" Her voice quavered on the word tomorrow. Draco felt a pang of unwanted sympathy. “Here,” he shoved them towards her, a neatly label scroll of parchment, in an attempt to be friendly. “My notes. Not as good as perfect-Granger work but better than anything my friends have come up with.” Hermione shook her head. “Why are you giving these to me?” Draco threw her a withering glance to disguise his amusement. “Not giving, borrowing. Besides, you said you only help those who ask you nicely and I’m assuming, who are your friends.” “And you’re saying you want to be friends?” “In the confines of this building, yes.” “So a truce. I help you with your classes and you”-“will give you full use of my notes.” Draco outstretched his hand. Warily Hermione shook it. “Deal.”
Ron and Harry were horrified and heavily confused when Hermione told them primly in the Gryffindor common room the next day that she’d be studying with Malfoy at lunch.
“You know that saying “making a deal with the devil”? I hate to break it to you but this is the closest you’re gonna get to it without going down to Hades and having another run in with Fluffy!” Ron’s ears began to redden in frustration by her lack of response as he gestured at Hermione, hers still primly glued to Hogwarts: a History. “Tell me you’re not looking forward to this.” Her eyes remained glued to the page, her response a mere shrug of the shoulder. “What are you planning on getting out of this Hermione?” Harry’s inquiry was more questioning than horrified. “I don’t know,” she told them smoothly. “Some notes, some work done. Why are you complaining? It’s not like you two enjoy studying with me in the library.” Ron snorted. “Like Malfoy’s academic.” “Maybe he is. We barely know him. Besides unlike you two, he seems to want to study.” There was a shocked bit of silence for a good minute before Ron exploded. “Did you just defend Malfoy? What’s wrong with you lately! He’s the enemy! He’s been trying to get us expelled since the moment we were assigned houses and been calling you mud-blood just as long.” Hermione growled as she set her book down with a snap. “Pardon me Ron, but it seems like a lot people I’m around are “the enemy.” Victor Krum, Gilderoy Lockheart. Hell anyone I spend time with besides you and Harry! Is Professor Victor is enemy too Ron because I’ve been spending most of my time in Arthrimancy him this term. Quit asking if there is something wrong Ron. THERE’S NOTHING WRONG! YOU’RE JUST PARANOID!” Only after she’d stormed out did Harry choose to comment, “Is it just me or did she just compare Draco to Victor Krum and Gilderoy Lockheart?”