Short Change Hero

Chapter 6: Set You, An Angel, Straight

Chapter Six

Set You, an Angel, Straight

"This is how I show my love,

I made it in my mind,

This is how an angel dies,

I blame it on my own supply,

Maybe I should cry for help,

Maybe I should kill myself,

Maybe I'm a different breed,

Maybe I'm not listening,

Sail with me into the dark..."

Sail by AWOLNATION

September 20th, 1996

'I have tried reversing any sort of concealment charm that I know of. All of the ones that I think he could have used and still... Nothing...' Hermione thought bitterly as she eyed the blank paper that lie upon the table before her. Aside from the obvious sounds of hushed whispers and distinctive flickering pages, the library was rather quiet, just the way Hermione liked it.

With an inward huff, she glared at the paper yet again, and began to nibble upon her lip in thought. Sitting in her usual spot in the far back, near the restricted section, she sighed loudly. After a long good study for her Advanced Charms quiz next week, Hermione had decided to give another go at the blank paper Malfoy had slipped to her. Scrunching her brow, Hermione looked back at the rather blank parchment inside her petite hand for a second, for what felt like the hundredth time.

The message Malfoy was trying to send to her, or lack thereof, was confusing to her. It was obvious that the ink was invisible from her, but her question was why and what did he hide. Pushing her books away from her, she looked around to make sure she was respectively alone. No one was near that she could see so she then reached for her wand that sat upon the table in front of her.

'Alright... Trying one more time couldn't hurt?' She thought staring down at it, pointing her wand down at it.

"Finite Incantatem." She mumbled under her breath as the tip of her wand briefly glowed, and nothing happened. Hermione huffed, resting her elbow upon the table, leaning her forehead into the palm of her hand in frustration. If there had been any spells upon the parchment, they should have stopped, unless there was some sort of anti- Finite charm, which was probably the answer to why nothing changed. Tilting her head to her right just a little, she sucked in some air pointing her wand yet again. "Aparecium..." She said in a somewhat strong voice, as her wand began to glow, and yet again, nothing happened. Starting to get frustrated, Hermione set down her wand somewhat forcefully causing it to thud against the wooden table.

'I give up... It's probably some sort of joke from Malfoy. Something like, make the mudblood mess around with a bare bit of parchment. It will be quite laughable...' She huffed pocketing the paper, and looked over towards to library clock with a gasp.

"Dang it..." She hissed under her breath as she reached for all her books and her bag. Not only had she missed dinner, but also had only four minutes to get to her prefect meeting. Quickly pushing past the many lined bookshelves, she almost ran out of the library and into a rather empty hallway.

Hermione then decided as she briskly sauntered down the corridor, that the only reasonable explanation to loosing track of time was because of Malfoy. Had the git not given her a stupid slip of paper, she would not have wasted her bloody time on what was most likely nothing.