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Chapter 6 : The Room of Requirements
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Chapter Six: Room of Requirements
A few hours later
Hermione was standing in front of the mirror, wearing the outfit Malfoy had picked out. Her stomach was fluttering with nerves. She felt like she was facing her O.W.Ls all over again, only ten times worse.
It was ten minutes to dinner. She had better start walking.
Hermione took a deep breath, and left the room. Malfoy was sitting on the sofa, reading. He looked up when she entered.
‘I see you decided to trust me,’ he said snidely.
She glared at him. ‘I’m not talking to you, Malfoy. You’ll ruin my good mood.’
‘Back to last names, are we?’ He asked, sounding almost disappointed.
‘We are if you’re going to be a complete arse.’ She said, crossing her arms.
He sighed. ‘Fine, then.’ He said. ‘I’m going to dinner. Good luck with your “date”.’
Then he got up and left. Hermione waited for a minute, and then followed him out.
‘Ah, Ms. Granger,’ said Snape. ‘What’s the occasion?’
She turned and smiled at him. ‘Erm… I have a date.’ She said, blushing.
‘Oh?’ Snape raised one eyebrow. ‘With whom, if I may I ask?’
‘I don’t actually know,’ she said. ‘See, this person didn’t leave a name. He just asked me to meet him… somewhere.’
‘Well, then, Ms. Granger. Have a nice evening.’ He said.
‘Thanks,’ she said, smiling.
And then she walked away, well prepared for her meeting in the Room of Requirements.
‘Man, have you noticed who’s missing?’ Blaise asked during dinner.
‘Since when do I care?’ Draco asked, raising his eyebrows.
Blaise sighed. ‘I dunno. I just thought you might, since one of these people is Granger.’
‘Yeah,’ he said, ‘because, like I told you earlier, she’s in the library. As usual.’
Blaise didn’t look convinced.
‘What’s with you today? You’ve been acting weird since lunch.’ Blaise said.
‘Nothing,’ Draco glowered. ‘I’m just tired, is all.’
Blaise rolled his eyes. ‘Fine. You sure you’re not sick or something?’ He asked.
‘Shut up, Zabini. I’m really not in the mood.’ Draco said.
Blaise shut up, and Draco continued eating.
Hermione was standing in front of the Room of Requirements, staring at the note that she held in her hand. It had been sitting on the floor, addressed to her.
Hermione, it read, ask the Room to reveal your admirer, and it shall open.
So she closed her eyes, and asked the Room of Requirements to reveal her secret admirer. The door opened, and she stepped inside.
The Room of Requirements was more beautiful than Hermione remembered. She was standing in the entrance of a room that looked so romantic, Hermione wondered if she was dreaming. The walls were painted a beautiful burgundy red, and there was a small round table in the center of the room, set for two. Candles floated around her, and she could hear a romantic piano song playing somewhere. Sitting on the table was a single red rosebud.
But there’s no one else here, she thought, it’s just me.
She turned around, ready to walk back out of the door in disappointment, when the music stopped suddenly. She turned.
Theodore Nott was standing in front of her, wearing a simple white dress shirt and a pair of pants with a green tie.
“Nott? What are you doing here?” Hermione asked, surprised.
Theodore’s lips turned into a half-smile. “Who did you think your admirer would be?” He asked.
“Uh…” Hermione faltered. “I actually have no idea. But… I didn’t expect… I mean, you’re a Slytherin!”
A look of hurt passed his face. She immediately felt guilty. ‘Oh, no,’ she said. ‘I didn’t mean it like that.’
Theodore sighed. ‘It’s alright, I actually expected that.’
‘Wait a second,’ she said. ‘This isn’t a trick, is it? Because if it is, I’ll hex you into oblivion.’
He laughed. ‘I have no doubt you will. But no, it’s not a trick.’
She took a deep breath. ‘Alright, I believe you. Can we sit down?’ She asked, nodding to the table.
‘Of course.’ He walked up to her, and held out his arm. ‘Dinner awaits, milady.’ He said, and she blushed a shade brighter than the Weasley’s hair, which, of course, made him laugh.
‘This is beautiful,’ she said, after a minute of awkward silence.
He grinned. ‘Thanks, I spent a whole day trying to figure out what would be perfect for you. I didn’t want to make it look like I was trying too hard.’
She smiled. ‘It’s perfect. So, um, how are we getting dinner?’ She asked, looking down at the empty plate in front of her.
‘Oh, right! So, it’s like with the Yule Ball. Just simply tap your wand on the plate, and say whatever food you want. Here, I’ll try.’ He said, and took out his wand. He tapped it on the side of his plate, and said “Spaghetti!”, and the famous dish appeared. ‘And, you do the same thing with the drinks.’
Hermione grinned at him, and followed his actions, ordering her own plate of pasta and sauce, and a glass of rich red wine to go with it.
‘That was really clever, figuring that spell out.’
Theodore, much to Hermione’s surprise, blushed. ‘Actually, I had help from a house elf. Free help, of course.’
She laughed. ‘Well, it’s still lovely.’ She took a bite of her pasta, and nearly moaned. It was so good. In all her years at Hogwarts, they’d never been served pasta, so she half-forgotten what it tasted like. But it was good, and so was the wine.
‘So, what’s your favorite color?’ Theodore asked as they ate.
‘Blue,’ she said. ‘Like the sky. What’s yours?’
He thought about it for a moment. ‘Chocolate brown. Like your eyes.’ And of course, she blushed furiously at this.
‘What’s your favorite thing to do?’ She asked.
‘Fly,’ he answered instantly. ‘I love the feeling of the wind in my hair, being on a broomstick.’
‘Really?’ She asked, surprised. ‘And yet, you don’t play Quidditch.’
‘Neither do you.’ He pointed out.
‘Alright,’ she laughed. ‘You got me there.’
‘So, what does the famous Hermione Granger do in her spare time?’ He asked in a half-teasing way.
She blushed again. He seemed to like making her blush. ‘Well, you obviously know I read a lot. But…’ she bit her lip. ‘I fly. In secret.’
Theodore stared at her. ‘Really? Why in secret?’ He asked.
‘Because…’ she hesitated. ‘Because, well, I’m embarrassed. When I fly, I like to be alone. Isolated. If I fly with others, I feel like they’re watching me. I don’t like it. Mind you, you can’t tell anyone. If anyone found out that I secretly fly, Ron would never stop pestering me.’
‘What sort of broom do you have?’ He asked, still in awe that she actually flew in secret.
She blushed, yet again. ‘Nothing flashy. Just Ron’s old Cleansweep 11, which he gave to me after her got his Firebolt as a present from Harry last year. Mind, he still hasn’t figured out why I wanted the broom in the first place.’
Theodore laughed. ‘A Cleansweep 11 isn’t that bad. All I’ve got is an old Nimbus 2000.’ He said.
‘Hey,’ she protested. ‘Harry had that broom up until Third year. Don’t insult it.’
‘Sorry,’ he said sheepishly. ‘Anyway, enough about brooms. Um… if you had to be in a house other than your own, which one would you be in?’ He asked.
‘Ravenclaw,’ she said automatically. ‘The Sorting Hat wanted to put me in Ravenclaw, but decided I was better fit for Gryffindor.’
‘Really?’ He asked, surprised.
‘Yes. What about you?’ She asked.
‘Um…,’ he blushed. ‘Ravenclaw as well. I’m quite smart, you know. But I wanted to be in Slytherin.’
‘Why?’ She asked, confused. ‘I mean, you don’t have to tell me. I’m just curious.’
‘It’s okay. I wanted to be in Slytherin because I already had friends there. I didn’t want to be an outcast.’ He said.
‘Malfoy and Zabini?’ She guessed, raising her eyebrows.
‘Yes, Draco and Blaise.’
Hermione was aware that the two had not touched much of their food in a while, and so she took a sip of her wine.
‘So, what’s your favorite class?’ She asked.
‘I don’t suppose flying is a class, is it?’ He asked, and she shook her head, laughing. ‘Well, I’m going to have to say Charms.’
Hermione gaped at him, wondering if he might have read her mind or something.
‘That’s my favorite, too! Weird.’ She said.
He looked away, smiling suspiciously. ‘Really? I had no idea.’
She laughed. ‘So, um, what’s your favorite season?’ She asked.
‘Winter.’ He said. ‘Yours?’
‘Mine is actually Fall. I love the colors.’ She said.
‘Alright. My turn. Favorite flower?’ He asked.
‘Well, before I came to Hogwarts, my favorite flower was actually a pansy, and then I met Pansy, and decided I didn’t like the flower anymore. Now my favorite flower is a lily.’ She said.
Theodore smiled. ‘Like Lily Potter?’
‘Yeah,’ she said. ‘Exactly. Don’t tell Harry, though.’ She added.
He laughed. There was a lot of laugher tonight. ‘I won’t. Hey, would you like to dance with me?’ He asked, rather suddenly.
‘Sure.’ She said.
He stood, and pulled out her chair. Then he led her over to the spot a couple feet away from the table, and pulled her close.
‘You look really beautiful tonight. I’m sorry I didn’t say so earlier.’ He said.
‘Thanks,’ she said. For a moment, she wondered how he would react if she told him Draco had picked out her outfit, and decided it was best not to say anything.
Theodore started asking questions again, and Hermione forgot about everything else.
Draco scowled at the clock. If Hermione didn’t come back soon, he was going to have to look for her. There was no way he was doing patrol alone tonight.
He had tried all evening not to imagine what Hermione was doing with Theodore. But of course, he couldn’t help but do just that. He kept envisioning the two of them snogging, and every time he did, he felt sick.
Stop it, he told himself, this is Granger you’re talking about. You can’t think about her like that.
But he couldn’t help it. And the longer the evening went, the more he kept picturing. He’d even pictured Hermione having children with Theo. It was disgusting to think about, to be honest.
‘Ugh!’ He growled, punching the pillow on the sofa.
He felt like ripping his hair out. He had even tried reading a book, but no use. It had happened to be a stupid “romance” novel. And every time the couple kissed in the story, he imagined Hermione and Theodore.
It’s just because she’s on a date with one of your best friends, he told himself silently, that’s all. You are not attracted to Granger. End of story.
He took a deep breath. Yes. That had to be it. Because the idea of Draco Malfoy being attracted to Hermione Granger was as preposterous as the idea of Voldemort coming back.
And those were both things that were never going to happen.
Hermione had no idea how long she had stayed in the Room of Requirements with Theo, and she would have stayed longer, if she hadn’t yawned.
‘I guess I should probably take you back to your dorm.’ Theo said sheepishly. ‘It’s almost curfew.’
‘Ohmigoodness!’ She gasped. ‘I forgot about Patrol!’
Theo laughed. ‘It’s fine. I’m sure Draco will wait for you. But we should be going.’
He waved his wand, and instantly the mess they had made was gone- not that there had been one to begin with. Then he picked up the rosebud, and they left the Room of Requirements.
‘Thank goodness no one’s going to be up. I can’t imagine the look on Harry’s face if he saw me with a Slytherin- not that I care.’ She added, seeing a look of hurt pass across Theodore’s handsome features.
‘Good,’ he said. ‘But you’re right. It would be a bad thing if they saw us together. Especially because we just got back.’
‘I know our houses would never accept us being friends. And I know Ron would hate me forever.’
‘What about Potter, though? And She-Weasel?’ He asked.
‘Ginny would be accepting, no matter what. Ginny’s my best friend.’ Hermione said, adding an extra force on Ginny’s name. ‘And Harry? I’m not sure. He might not like it, but if it makes me happy, he won’t fight against it. The rest of my friends would follow suit, probably.’
Theodore grinned, and they walked in silence until they reached Snape’s portrait. Fortunately, Snape wasn’t there. Probably off visiting another portrait or something.
‘I would like to see you again, Hermione,’ Theodore said, staring at her intensely as he handed her the rosebud.
‘Me, too.’ She said. He was suddenly close. So close that Hermione could make out specks of green in his blue eyes.
‘I’ll send you another note when we can meet up again,’ he said. When he spoke, his lips brushed over hers, sending shivers down her spine.
‘OK,’ she breathed.
Then, just as Theodore was about to lean down and snog her senseless, there was a devastatingly familiar voice.
I'm so sorry my birdies, but I had to do it! It was just neccesary! I apologise for the rather short chapter. I hope you enjoyed. And aggain, please review! It only takes a second.
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