Kiss me Granger

Chapter 4 - Another shock

Hermione took another blood-red apple, and rose from her seat.

She wasn't really hungry, but given the impression of the last time she went to bed without food, she nicked a piece of bread and sent McGonagall a look, indicating her to meet her outside the Hall or maybe her office to talk.

She wanted to be done with whatever duty she had as Head Girl next. Tired would be wrong to describe how she felt right now, but exhausted would probably cut it.

She just wanted to curl up under her red Gryffindor sheets and sleep for whole year.

McGonagall came, hurredly, out of the hall, looking worried.

"Is there something the matter Ms Granger?" she asked knitting her brows together.

She didn't want to tell her she was was feeling like she was about to vomit. Because she was really tempted to. But that would give a bad impression on her first day as Head prefect, so she held shut about it.

"Oh no Professer! I'm well, thankyou. I was only wondering if maybe you could tell me what Malfoy was supposed to tell me..?" she said, really hoping that her face wasnt turning green yet.

"Mr Malfoy is still eating like everyone else is supposed to do now. Surely you could wait a little longer?"

It wasnt a question.

She sighed and told her though, seeing that Hermione was very inpatient to know.

"The Head Boy and Head Girl is, as a tradition through the years at Hogwarts, to share a dorm on the third floor. I didnt want to tell you myself, hoping that you and Mr Malfoy would sort this out on your own, trying to be, for once, civil with each other." she said stiffly, not leaving her stare from her. "Are you sure you are feeling alright Ms Granger? You look slightly pale-green from where I am standing." she asked.

But Hermione didn't answer her. She had indeed expected her face to turn pale from fright and green from sickness of the news.

She couldn't utter a word without gasping for air instead, trying to regain her posture.

What an earth had Dumbledore done?!

What sort of headmaster would put two people, who were sworn enemies, in a dorm together, but still knowing them to be enemy's?

Surely he had lost his marbles by now.

She was beeing stupid for racking her brain, thinking of anything she had done to him for making her go through this misery, but finding nothing.

Well, she thought of that time in sixth year when Ron, Harry and her where at Molly's old house, that had burned down a while ago, talking about Dumbledore being old, and guessing his age was 150 pluss/minus. But how could he have known? Dumbledore was miles away when they were having that conversation.

"Ms Granger? This is slightly ridicoulus, don't you think? Shall i call Madem Pomfrey?" McGonagall asked snapping her fingers in her face.

"Oh no Professer!" she repeated again, and plastering a fake smile on her lips. "I'm fine. Just adjusting to the possibility is all. I'm just wondering...." she trailed off.

McGonagall waited.

"Why an earth did Malfoy become Head Boy?! Of all people, I would have thought someone like Harry would be in his place! Why did Dumbledore do this, knowing full well that Malfoy and I can't stay in a room alone together for more than five seconds without trying to kill each other?!" she blurted out.

When she realized that she had been talking rudely about the Head Boy to a teacher, she slapped a hand over her mouth, but it was a bit to late to take it all back. "I'm sorry."

"I understand you full well Ms Granger, but that question is more something you should ask the headmaster himself. We did infact ask Mr. Potter if he wanted to be Head Boy, but he said he didn't want to have too much on his plate this year, referring to everything that ...happened." She said quietly. "I suggest you go to your Head dorm now Ms Granger. I think you have had enough stress for today. As for Mr Malfoy..." she stopped. "You'll have to find a way, like i said earlier, to be civil towards eachother. As Head prefects you need to behave. You have earned your badge because you have been a good role model for the other students, and I expect both of you to last this year." She said. Hermione slightly confused cocked her head. "I don't want to deal with a dead person in this school, being either you or Mr Malfoy!" she joked.

"Goodnight now" she said and turned to leave.

But she turned around quickly, having forgotten to mention something.

"Oh, and could you water the 'Mimbus Mimbeltomia' before you go for the night?" she said, emphasizing the word and returned to the Great Hall, not waiting for an answer.

It took a minute for Hermione to understand that McGonagall had given her the password to the head dorms.

She stormed up the flight of stairs and rounded the corner to the dorm, determined to get some rest and forget every event of the day.

"Mimbus Mimbeltomia" she muttered tiredly to the half sleeping portrait.

It glided open, but the second she had stepped inside, with the portrait closing behind her, she was swept off her feet and wrapped in strong arms.

The person made her sit on their lap, facing the fire.

"Well, well Granger. Didn't think you could slip away that easily, did you?" a soft voice whispered in her ear.
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Authour's note :

Short.
Again, tell me if my grammar is incorrect. I don't mind if you find loads, just tell me :)

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