Saturday, March 08, 2008
Continue Story (I copy and paste from internet) - Chapter 4 (Post 1) - 'YOUR SOUL SLEEPS'
CHAPTER 4 (PART 1)
Threats.
{Post One}
'Do you want me to carry that for you?' Harry offered, suddenly noticing how Hermione was struggling with the weight of her possessions. She turned to him, still smiling.
'No it's fine, thanks.' She replied, but the smile faded from her face as Ron appeared beside Harry, looking uncomfortable. Harry, knowing nothing of what had happened, grinned at his best friend.
'Alright mate? Should we go in for the feast?' Harry offered, beginning to pull his trunk over to the mass pile of other things, which would be sorted and taken to the different hourses by Filch - and the Houselves of course. Ron followed, Hermione behind him. They stopped, and Harry pulled Hermione's luggage from her grasp and pushed it into place next to his, turning with a relaxed expression to the doors leading to the Great Hall, through which many students were now pouring, all excited and chattering gleefully.
'Listen, Harry, about on the train; about what Hermione told you-' Ron had already presumed Hermione had divulged all details of their... crossed words on the train, but of course; she hadn't. She snapped her eyes to Ron, glaring at him.
'About what? I've said nothing about the train.' Hermione said, as coldly but casually as she could manage. Ron stared at her for a moment, blinking stupidly, before clearing his throat.
'Oh... right... right then!' Ron seemed to instantly relax, and Hermione held herself back from mustering the filthiest look she was capable of, and instead turned to Harry.
'You ready?' She asked, her tone normal. Before Harry could answer though, Hermione was pushed sideways, stumbling and having to grab Harry's arm to keep her balance.
'Watch where you're going Granger.' Draco's snarling voice seemed to burn at Hermione's ears as she turned to glower at him threateningly; he had deliberately pushed her, and not just a nudge, he had almost grabbed her to throw her. Harry was in front of Hermione in a second.
'Keep your hands to yourself, Malfoy.' He spat, his hand reaching for his wand pointedly. Draco glanced to Hermione, a twisted smile lighting his lips, and he seemed to muse over saying something a lot more startling than an insult... but he didn't. He instead let the smile fall from his face and turned his eyes back to Harry. Hermione tried to calm her heart which had errupted into panic at his warning glance.
'It's fine; it was my fault.' Hermione said instantly, taking Harry's arm and trying to move him from the scene as quickly as possible.
'Your fault? How?' Harry laughed, but it was a cold laugh; he wasn't really listening to her.
'Harry; please, let's go - now!' Hermione pleaded, scared Draco was about to reveal what had happened on the train; to a packed Entrance Hall.
'Go on Potter; listen to the Mudblood.' Draco grinned welcomingly, and Harry went to start forwards, but both Hermione and Ron grabbed either arm, pulling him back as a few people began whispered and pointing conversations.
'Harry.' Hermione made Harry turn to look at her. 'Please, come on; he's not worth it. Please let's just go for dinner.' Hermione held his eye contact for as long as it took, before Harry nodded coolly and began walking by Hermione's side, shrugging his arms free of their grasp and leaving Draco without a backwards glance.
# posted by Sek Koon @ 8:21 AM 
