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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
29
Views:
3,068
Reviews:
12
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0
Currently Reading:
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Chapter 4
Chapter 4
Hermione felt her breath sucked out of her. A library. But nothing like the general Hogwarts library. It was a magnificent library. Two story with stain glass along one side and enormous tapestries on the other. And the books. More books than she could ever dream of reading. The first floor general knowledge, the second the restricted section and three librarians guarding everything.
A crotchety old woman pointed her wand at them, “First years are not allowed in here! Neither are...other houses.”
Draco bowed respectfully, “I am a third year, newly sorted Ravenclaw. These are my friends-...”
“Well indeed but rules are rules lad. You’re allowed. Not the others.”
Scowling, “Then we’ll leave.”
“I did say you’re allowed, boy.”
Something flickering in his eyes, “I go no where my friends cannot tread.”
The old hag started to chuckle, softly at first but soon she was cackling like a wicked witch on muggle television. Draco stumbled back into the others, taken aback by her. She seemed to soften and nodded, “You have spirit, new Potions Master. They are welcome.” Then it was like the light switch was flicked off and she sagged back into her chair, snoring softly.
They all glanced at one another before shrugging and exploring. School hadn’t even started but already there were Ravenclaws checking out books or brushing up for the classes to come. Both Draco and Hermione wanted desperately to go upstairs while Cassie and the twins explored the first floor. But the two staircases were locked.
A rail thin woman with her hair pulled back in a bun passed, “Excuse me-...”
“Quiet. Voices are to be a minimum. This is a library after all.”
Hermione looked at Draco in outrage but he just nodded, “Yes madam, sorry, but who is allowed on the second floor?”
She looked down her nose at him, “Third year?”
He nodded slowly and she rolled her eyes to herself, shaking her head, “That is for advanced research,
NEWT level material. You won’t be needing that for several years.”
She turned to go on her way, “We’re in NEWT level classes and-...”
She gave him a measured look, his words just trailing off under her stare, “Dumbledore?” He nodded mutely and she looked to Hermione, “Granger?” A similar nod and she sighed to herself, “I swear that Headmaster gets the strangest thoughts into his head...” She took two sets of keys and handed one to each of them, “You’ve been given unlimited access by the Headmaster- but the restricted books are not to leave without his approval. Under-stood?”
Both felt like snapping to attention, sarcastic or not. They settled for nodding solemnly and with a tutting noise the librarian was on her way. The two grinned at one another before hurrying to investigate the upper level. There was actually two parts to the upper level. On the surface, there were restricted books and texts. But in the very back there was a secluded room with rare and valuable books that were on the verge of falling apart. Which happened to be what one of the keys were for.
Wandering back down to the first floor, they spread out and grabbed a few books, bringing them as a group to the table, “ Dumbledore.” As a group they turned to eye the Ravenclaw addressing Draco. Cassie and the twins came up to Draco’s back while Hermione placed herself more firmly next to Draco. She didn’t know what was going on but she silently lent her support. Roger grinned, “I see you found some new followers.” His eyes moved to the Gryffindor lioness, “And a Gryffindor too, how interesting...”
Draco narrowed his eyes, his expression neutral, “What did you want?”
Shaking the sable hair from his eyes, “As you may not know, I’m the Quidich captain for the Ravenclaws.
I saw you fly...nice. Very nice. Quidich tryouts are in three days...I’d like to see you and your mates there.”
Jutting out his chin, “I thought you had a seeker.”
Nodding, “I do. But you and the blue-haired first year would make a couple of first rate chasers.”
Sneering to himself, “Why would I want to be a chaser? The entire game rests in the seeker’s hands...what would be the point?”
Roger shook his head slowly, “Then you’ve missed the whole point of Quidich until now. Yes, the seeker scores one hundred and fifty points but, it doesn’t mean a thing if the opposing team is more than 150 ahead.”
Hermione stared at him, “But the teams are so closely matched, they’ve never been that far ahead of one another.”
“Yes, but I’ve seen those two flying. I’ve never seen flying like that and I’ll bet the other teams wouldn’t know what to do with two chasers that feed off one another like that.” Glancing back at Draco and grinning, “You’d be our secret weapon. Assuming Granger here can keep quiet about it, we’d give them all heart attacks at the opening game.”
Frowning, “Who’s playing?”
“Slytherin.”
Draco felt a grin tug at his lips, glancing at Cassie who looked equally as excited, “We’ll be there.”
***
“Draco!”
Draco turned around to see Harry, Ron, and a bunch (half) of Gryffindor following. Harry jumped up on the balls of his feet, hands clasped in front like a beseeching puppy. Hermione chuckled, “Harry, you look ridiculous.”
Harry ignored her, concentrating on his friend, “You have to help.”
Draco sighed and grabbed the bridge of his nose. For just a moment they were all eerily reminded of Snape but the impression was gone when he dropped his hand and grinned. Well, that and the purring dragon about his neck, “Okay, Harry, what do I have to help with?”
Gesturing behind him, “We’re all in Remedial Potions, you have to tutor us.”
Snorting, “The point of Remedial is so I can tutor you.”
Shaking his head, “No, I mean outside of class. In class you’re our Professor, but out of it you could-
...”
Holding up his hand, “Harry, wait. I’m not separating personalities, Professor here, not Professor there. In class you’re just going to have to gather your nerve and ask me questions. That’s why it’s Remedial. I slow down to your pace, answering questions and helping you to understand why an ingredient is used.”
Harry rolled his eyes and slouched, “Snape already does that.”
There were murmurs of agreement and Draco smirked, “No, he demands you memorize it and terrorizes you in class for it. Look, just trust me, Harry. If you need help, that’s what the class is all about. I’ll even set up study sessions before exams so you’ll know what to cover.”
Ron scuffed his shoe, “Can’t you just give us the answers?”
Draco narrowed his eyes, “No. And even if I could, it wouldn’t help you in the advanced courses because here’s the way it’s going to work. At the end of each year, along with your finals our Professors will re-administer your placement exam, different questions of course. If you’ve improved you could be promoted to the standard class instead of remedial. Except Snape teaches the higher levels and I guarantee he wouldn’t give you the answers. Besides, you’d still be in remedial the next year because your scores from the placement test wouldn’t improve. Oh, and one other small detail...” The Gryffindors were all leaning in, “Professor Snape will not accept remedial students in NEWT level potions and when you take your OWLs, you’d better get an O or you can forget it.”
Ron slapped his forehead, “But you need potions to become an Auror!”
Nodding, “Yep.”
Harry pouted, “Well, that just...stinks...”
Hermione felt her breath sucked out of her. A library. But nothing like the general Hogwarts library. It was a magnificent library. Two story with stain glass along one side and enormous tapestries on the other. And the books. More books than she could ever dream of reading. The first floor general knowledge, the second the restricted section and three librarians guarding everything.
A crotchety old woman pointed her wand at them, “First years are not allowed in here! Neither are...other houses.”
Draco bowed respectfully, “I am a third year, newly sorted Ravenclaw. These are my friends-...”
“Well indeed but rules are rules lad. You’re allowed. Not the others.”
Scowling, “Then we’ll leave.”
“I did say you’re allowed, boy.”
Something flickering in his eyes, “I go no where my friends cannot tread.”
The old hag started to chuckle, softly at first but soon she was cackling like a wicked witch on muggle television. Draco stumbled back into the others, taken aback by her. She seemed to soften and nodded, “You have spirit, new Potions Master. They are welcome.” Then it was like the light switch was flicked off and she sagged back into her chair, snoring softly.
They all glanced at one another before shrugging and exploring. School hadn’t even started but already there were Ravenclaws checking out books or brushing up for the classes to come. Both Draco and Hermione wanted desperately to go upstairs while Cassie and the twins explored the first floor. But the two staircases were locked.
A rail thin woman with her hair pulled back in a bun passed, “Excuse me-...”
“Quiet. Voices are to be a minimum. This is a library after all.”
Hermione looked at Draco in outrage but he just nodded, “Yes madam, sorry, but who is allowed on the second floor?”
She looked down her nose at him, “Third year?”
He nodded slowly and she rolled her eyes to herself, shaking her head, “That is for advanced research,
NEWT level material. You won’t be needing that for several years.”
She turned to go on her way, “We’re in NEWT level classes and-...”
She gave him a measured look, his words just trailing off under her stare, “Dumbledore?” He nodded mutely and she looked to Hermione, “Granger?” A similar nod and she sighed to herself, “I swear that Headmaster gets the strangest thoughts into his head...” She took two sets of keys and handed one to each of them, “You’ve been given unlimited access by the Headmaster- but the restricted books are not to leave without his approval. Under-stood?”
Both felt like snapping to attention, sarcastic or not. They settled for nodding solemnly and with a tutting noise the librarian was on her way. The two grinned at one another before hurrying to investigate the upper level. There was actually two parts to the upper level. On the surface, there were restricted books and texts. But in the very back there was a secluded room with rare and valuable books that were on the verge of falling apart. Which happened to be what one of the keys were for.
Wandering back down to the first floor, they spread out and grabbed a few books, bringing them as a group to the table, “ Dumbledore.” As a group they turned to eye the Ravenclaw addressing Draco. Cassie and the twins came up to Draco’s back while Hermione placed herself more firmly next to Draco. She didn’t know what was going on but she silently lent her support. Roger grinned, “I see you found some new followers.” His eyes moved to the Gryffindor lioness, “And a Gryffindor too, how interesting...”
Draco narrowed his eyes, his expression neutral, “What did you want?”
Shaking the sable hair from his eyes, “As you may not know, I’m the Quidich captain for the Ravenclaws.
I saw you fly...nice. Very nice. Quidich tryouts are in three days...I’d like to see you and your mates there.”
Jutting out his chin, “I thought you had a seeker.”
Nodding, “I do. But you and the blue-haired first year would make a couple of first rate chasers.”
Sneering to himself, “Why would I want to be a chaser? The entire game rests in the seeker’s hands...what would be the point?”
Roger shook his head slowly, “Then you’ve missed the whole point of Quidich until now. Yes, the seeker scores one hundred and fifty points but, it doesn’t mean a thing if the opposing team is more than 150 ahead.”
Hermione stared at him, “But the teams are so closely matched, they’ve never been that far ahead of one another.”
“Yes, but I’ve seen those two flying. I’ve never seen flying like that and I’ll bet the other teams wouldn’t know what to do with two chasers that feed off one another like that.” Glancing back at Draco and grinning, “You’d be our secret weapon. Assuming Granger here can keep quiet about it, we’d give them all heart attacks at the opening game.”
Frowning, “Who’s playing?”
“Slytherin.”
Draco felt a grin tug at his lips, glancing at Cassie who looked equally as excited, “We’ll be there.”
***
“Draco!”
Draco turned around to see Harry, Ron, and a bunch (half) of Gryffindor following. Harry jumped up on the balls of his feet, hands clasped in front like a beseeching puppy. Hermione chuckled, “Harry, you look ridiculous.”
Harry ignored her, concentrating on his friend, “You have to help.”
Draco sighed and grabbed the bridge of his nose. For just a moment they were all eerily reminded of Snape but the impression was gone when he dropped his hand and grinned. Well, that and the purring dragon about his neck, “Okay, Harry, what do I have to help with?”
Gesturing behind him, “We’re all in Remedial Potions, you have to tutor us.”
Snorting, “The point of Remedial is so I can tutor you.”
Shaking his head, “No, I mean outside of class. In class you’re our Professor, but out of it you could-
...”
Holding up his hand, “Harry, wait. I’m not separating personalities, Professor here, not Professor there. In class you’re just going to have to gather your nerve and ask me questions. That’s why it’s Remedial. I slow down to your pace, answering questions and helping you to understand why an ingredient is used.”
Harry rolled his eyes and slouched, “Snape already does that.”
There were murmurs of agreement and Draco smirked, “No, he demands you memorize it and terrorizes you in class for it. Look, just trust me, Harry. If you need help, that’s what the class is all about. I’ll even set up study sessions before exams so you’ll know what to cover.”
Ron scuffed his shoe, “Can’t you just give us the answers?”
Draco narrowed his eyes, “No. And even if I could, it wouldn’t help you in the advanced courses because here’s the way it’s going to work. At the end of each year, along with your finals our Professors will re-administer your placement exam, different questions of course. If you’ve improved you could be promoted to the standard class instead of remedial. Except Snape teaches the higher levels and I guarantee he wouldn’t give you the answers. Besides, you’d still be in remedial the next year because your scores from the placement test wouldn’t improve. Oh, and one other small detail...” The Gryffindors were all leaning in, “Professor Snape will not accept remedial students in NEWT level potions and when you take your OWLs, you’d better get an O or you can forget it.”
Ron slapped his forehead, “But you need potions to become an Auror!”
Nodding, “Yep.”
Harry pouted, “Well, that just...stinks...”