An Accpetable Risk - part 29 added 4/30/04

Post by **bistyboo1974** » Sat Aug 10, 2002 10:58 am

<img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> Oooh, this is getting better & better!! Poor Ginny, having to go all vixen-y on Malfoy.  **gag** She'll be taking baths 5 times a day for a month after going to the Yule Ball with him. Yay,  Tracie!! Keep it coming!! <center><img src=http://www.fortunecity.com/victorian/st ...

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Sat Aug 10, 2002 10:47 pm

Oh, I loved the parts between Ron and Harry. That was fantastic. Ron really loves Hermione (of course he does)!

Post by **roswellkitkat** » Sun Aug 11, 2002 8:45 pm

<img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> I want  mmmmooooorrrreeeee <center>*************<center>And I believe<center> <center>That angels breathe<center> <center>And that love will live on and never leave<center><center>*************<center>************* <center>The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return"

Post by **majiklmoon** » Sun Aug 11, 2002 9:43 pm

me too, but i'm out of ideas...think think think <center>Margo is a Super ORB!</center><center><center>It all started with a boy, a girl and a silver handprint.<center>Countess Majiklmoon Mistress and keeper of the tunes</center></color~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ... 2a.gif></a>

Post by **majiklmoon** » Tue Aug 13, 2002 10:19 pm

An Acceptable Risk Part Thirteen Ginny and Hermione crept silently up the staircase that led to Dumbledore’s office. “Good evening ladies,” said a voice behind them. “A bit late for an evening stroll, isn’t it?” Hermione gave a soft scream, and Ginny whipped the cloak off and turned around on the stairs to see who had snuck up behind them. “H-headmaster Dumbledore,” she stuttered. “How? Why?” “Please ladies, let’s go upstairs and continue this conversation,” said the elderly headmaster. The two girls stepped aside and allowed him to pass, and lead the way to his office sanctuary. “I’m assuming you two are out for more than a midnight constitutional. May I offer you a drink and some ginger biscuits?” “Yes, please,” said Ginny. “I’m quite hungry for some reason.” “It’s because you are not eating at meals Ginny. You have to take better care of yourself,” said Hermione. Dumbledore listened to the two girls chattering as he readied their snack. When everything was arranged on the tray to his satisfaction, he floated the tray over to a low table that was situated in front of a roaring fire. “Please, join me over here girls. It will be far more comfortable.” The girls crossed the room and sat on the small, overstuffed sofa and helped themselves to tea and biscuits. Dumbledore allowed Ginny to eat as well as gather her thoughts before he asked why they were there. Ginny set her teacup and saucer down on the table and told Dumbledore about her encounter at the Three Broomsticks with Draco. “He can apperate sir. That’s how they are meeting with Voldemort. Apparently, they are taking a secret tunnel out of Hogwarts that leads to somewhere just off the grounds. Then they apperate to wherever they are being called. Draco told me there is some special stone or crystal they have which can block the fact that they are apperating. So the ministry has no idea it’s even happening.” “Well, Voldemort is nothing if not intelligent,” said Dumbledore. “As to what type of crystal it is, I do have some ideas, but I don’t have to tell you Ginny, any piece of information you can provide us will help us in the defeat of Voldemort. Is there anything else you want to tell me about?” Ginny flushed and looked at the floor. Hermione took pity on her and gave Dumbledore an abbreviated version of the discussion they had overheard in the common room. “Hm, very interesting, I must say. It appears as though your plan is a resounding success so far. You do realize of course that you are putting the possibility of a serious relationship with Mr. Potter in serious jeopardy, don’t you?” Again Ginny flushed and stared at the floor for a moment. She raised her head and stared Dumbledore in the eye and said, “Well, I bloody well won’t have any chance of a relationship with him if he’s dead, now will I?” Hermione’s jaw dropped at the blunt statement from her friend, and she turned to stare at Dumbledore to away the dressing down she was certain would come. Much to her surprise, instead of getting angry, Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled and he gave a small chuckle. “Well said Miss Weasley, well said indeed. Now, I realize that this is your plan Miss Weasley, and while you are doing an excellent job, I would like to offer a suggestion if I may.” Ginny nodded and Dumbledore continued. “You cannot keep having your altercations with Miss Granger in the Great Hall during meals. Miss Granger is correct in saying you are not eating properly, and I am sure that is part of the reason.” Ginny opened her mouth to protest, but Dumbledore raised a hand to forestall her outburst. “Please, hear my proposal out,” said the elderly headmaster. “Miss Granger, this will require some acting ability on your part. Do you feel as though you are up to the task?” “I don’t know sir,” she said honestly. “All I can say is that I will do my best.” “Excellent, one couldn’t ask for anything more. Tomorrow during your potions lesson, I want you to purposely make a mistake and ruin your potion. Professor Snape will take you to task for your error, and you will then argue with him. Professor Snape will use that opportunity to assign a punishment for you. You will become his assistant in sixth year Gryffindor/Slytherin potions class. I believe you have a free hour during that slot.” Hermione looked a bit sick at the thought of staging a fight with Snape, but she nodded. “Excellent. That will provide Miss Weasley with another opportunity to fight with you in front of the Slytherins. For your part Miss Weasley, you will need to botch whatever potion you are working on that day so that Professor Snape can have Miss Granger assist you.” Ginny nodded, trying to hide the fact that she was slightly relieved. It was getting harder and harder to find reasons to fight with Hermione. “Thank you Headmaster,” she said. “But are you sure that Professor Snape will go along with it?” “Leave Professor Snape to me, Miss Weasley. Now, I also have a message from your mother to pass along. She said to tell you to be careful, and she asked me to give you this.” He pressed to gold galleons into her hand. “Where did Mum get these?” she asked. “This is a fortune.” “Not to worry Miss Weasley. She thought you may need extra funds to help you in your subterfuge.” “Thank you sir. I believe I may have a use for them,” she said. “Now, if I may, I have a question for you. Draco wants to teach me how to apperate. What should I do?” “By all means, allow him to teach you. I am certain you have the ability, and will learn quite quickly. But Ginny,” he said in a dark and serious voice. “I want your solemn word that you will not go to a gathering of death eaters without informing me first.” “I can’t do that sir. I can’t make a promise like that. If the opportunity comes, I must take it, but I will do my best to let you know.” Dumbledore was less than satisfied with her answer, but he knew that she, like the rest of the Weasley’s were extremely stubborn. “Then I must urge you to exercise great caution,” was all he said. Ginny nodded and gathered up the invisibility cloak as she and Hermione prepared to leave. “I am glad you found a good use for the cloak,” he said to her. “Yes sir, I did, and I thank you for it. I also have a few ideas for other uses of it.” “Use it with care,” he said. “It only makes you invisible, not invulnerable.” The girls covered themselves with the cloak and made their way back to the portrait of the Fat Lady. Hermione uttered the password, and the portrait swung back to reveal the passageway to the Gryffindor common room. “You go ahead,” Ginny hissed. “I have a few things I need to do.” “Ginny, no, it’s late, and you need to get some rest. Besides, what else can you possibly do tonight?” “I’m going to Draco’s room,” she said as she pulled the cloak off of Hermione and enveloped herself in it.” Once she was hidden from view, she walked down the hall in the direction of the Slytherin tower. <center>Margo is a Super ORB!</center><center><center>It all started with a boy, a girl and a silver handprint.<center>Countess Majiklmoon Mistress and keeper of the tunes</center></color~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ... 2a.gif></a>

Post by **roswellkitkat** » Thu Aug 15, 2002 7:19 pm

Oh my...what's she going to Draco's room for? That Ginny must have something up her sleeve...her invisible sleeve that is...lol <center>*************<center>And I believe<center> <center>That angels breathe<center> <center>And that love will live on and never leave<center><center>*************<center>************* <center>The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return"

Post by **bistyboo1974** » Fri Aug 16, 2002 5:44 pm

<img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... m/eek2.gif ALT=":jawdrop"> Draco's room!! Oy!! Hope she's wearing her cootie-repellant!! **snicker** <center><img src=http://www.fortunecity.com/victorian/st ...

Post by **majiklmoon** » Fri Aug 16, 2002 10:24 pm

An Acceptable Risk Part 14 Ginny crept through the halls of Hogwarts, jumping at every noise she heard. She found the blank castle wall that concealed the entrance to the Slytherin common room with little difficulty.  Of course, I don’t know the password, she thought to herself.  I wonder if Draco and the rest of his goon patrol will be back any time soon. Well, I suppose I can review dates for Professor Binn’s quiz. If they haven’t returned by the time I run out of dates, I’ll leave. She sat on the cold floor and began to mentally review dates; she had gotten as far as the goblin rebellion of 1485 when she heard footsteps coming down the hall. “Now remember,” she heard Malfoy say. “Not a word to anyone, and  try act normal tomorrow.” “What do you mean normal?” asked Goyle in a tired voice. “That’s perfect,” said Draco dryly. “Serpents,” he said and the wall swung back to reveal the passageway to the Slytherin common room. The three boys climbed in, and Ginny, after a moment of indecision followed them. Crabbe and Goyle stumbled sleepily upstairs to their dormitory right away, but Malfoy sat down heavily in one of the chairs and stared pensively into the roaring fire. While he sat, Ginny looked around the Slytherin common room, amazed that, except for the colour scheme, it was almost an exact replica of the Gryffindor common room.  I don’t know what I was expecting, she thought to herself,  Slaves in bondage waving fans and dancing girls catering to their every whim. I keep forgetting that for the most part, they are students, just like me. With a sigh, Malfoy got up from the chair and climbed the stairs towards is room. Again waited, halted by her indecision. Taking a deep breath, she made her way across the common room and followed Draco up the stairs. She paused in the hallway, uncertain which way Draco had gone. Taking a chance, she plunged recklessly down the right hand corridor. Looking around, she spied a plaque on one of the doors. Moving closer, she peered at it in the murky light and saw <center> Draco Malfoy</center> <center> Prefect</center> engraved upon it. Removing her cloak, she folded it, and placed a shrinking spell on it and dropped it in the pocket of her robes. She took a deep breath and knocked boldly on the door and waited. “What do you want?” he asked sleepily as he opened the door. “Ginny!” he cried in a shocked voice. “What are you doing here?  How did you get here?” “We all have our secrets Draco,” she said with a smile. “I wanted to talk to you. It’s important.” Grabbing her by the arm, he pulled her in to the room. “Will you get in here before anyone sees you.” Inside his room, Ginny perched nervously on the chair by his desk. “Draco, I wanted to tell you that I’ll be happy to go to the Yule Ball with you.” “Oh please, you did not risk roaming the halls of the castle after lights out simply to tell me that you wanted to accept my invitation to the ball. Besides, I thought you didn’t have any dress robes,” he added suspiciously. “That is too why I came,” she said hotly. “I got some money, so I can get new dress robes. And,” she added, “I didn’t want that wretch Pansy Parkinson sinking her claws into you again this year.” “There’s no fear of that happening,” he said. “The only girl I’ve got my eye on is you.” “Oh Draco,” she said sweetly. “There is just one other thing.” “What?” he asked with suspicion. “I knew there had to be something else. What do you want?” “Draco, no. It’s nothing like that. I don’t  want anything. I just wanted to tell you that I thought about our conversation at the Three Broomsticks and what you said you could teach me to do.” He nodded and she continued. “I wanted to apologize for being so scared. I do trust you Draco and if you still want to teach me, I still want to learn.” He looked at her doubtfully. “Draco, I do. I want you to teach me how to apperate. I trust you. You won’t let anything happen to me.” When Ginny told Draco that she trusted him, it was like someone had punched him in the stomach. Nobody had ever said that to him before. “Draco, did you hear me?” she said. “I said I trusted you. You’re my friend. I know you’d never do anything to hurt me.” He didn’t know what to think. Ginny his friend? He’d never had a friend before. Crabbe and Goyle didn’t count, they weren’t his friends. They were nothing but dead weight. They didn’t care about him, and he didn’t care about them. Ginny gave Draco a puzzled look. “Draco, can you hear me?” she asked. “Draco?” “What? Oh, sorry Ginny. I was uh, just thinking of where we could practice,” he improvised. “Well, I’ll leave that part to you Draco. You’ll figure something out, I’m sure. Now I really must get back to my room. I’d have a dickens of a time explaining where I’ve been all this time. “Come on,” he said brusquely, grabbing something off his desk. “I’ll walk you downstairs.” They left his room; Draco going first to make sure nobody was about. They crossed the common room and slipped out through the wall. “Here,” he said shoving something in his hand. “You’ll need this later. And be careful going back. Don’t get caught or you’ll ruin everything.” He lowered his head and pressed a quick kiss to her cheek and ducked back into the portrait hole before she could react. Pressing her hand to her cheek Ginny ducked behind a handy suit of armour, pulled out her invisibility cloak, enlarged it and put it on. She made her way swiftly back to the portrait of the Fat Lady, whispered the password and climbed inside. Once inside her own common room, she removed the cloak and relaxed. “Where the bloody hell have you been?” asked Hermione from the depths of one of the chairs. Ginny gave a small scream and swiftly covered her mouth. Shaking her head, she motioned to Hermione to follow her and the two girls crept up the stairs to Hermione’s room. Once inside, Ginny succumbed to a fit of giggles. “Hermione Granger, what has come over you lately? First it was using house elves for your own benefit, and now, vulgar language. Really, I don’t think that boyfriend of yours is such a good influence on you.” Hermione opened her mouth to reply when she realized what Ginny said and instead, exploded with laughter. Ginny quickly followed suit, and the two girls giggled hysterically, their fear making the laughter worse. Hermione, gasping for breath said, “Where did you go Ginny? I was worried sick.” “I told you. I said I was going to Draco’s room,” the younger girl replied. “You didn’t really? Did you?” ”Yes, I did. Really Hermione, it’s not like it’s some den of inequity. It’s just like the rooms here. “Den of inequity,” said Hermione bursting into laughter again. “Oh Ginny,” she said trying to calm down. “I was so worried about you.” “And you are certainly doing a good job of showing it,” said Ginny, still laughing. “Well, I can’t help it. I was so afraid while you were gone, and so relived when you came back in. And then we started laughing, and now I just can’t seem to stop.” “Maybe this will help,” said Ginny drawing a deep breath and holding out the stone that Draco had given her.” “What is that?” “I was hoping that you would know,” said Ginny. “Draco gave it to me after I told him I wanted him to teach me how to apperate.” “You’re really going to do it then?” “How could I not, Hermione? It’s for Harry,” the younger girl said simply. ”Well we both better get some sleep,” said Hermione. “We only have a few hours before classes start, and my performance in potions class,” she added with a frown. Ginny crept out of Hermione’s room and back to her own room and swiftly crawled into bed. It seemed as though barely a minute had passed before someone was shaking her. “Ginny, come on. Wake up. We’re late already.” Ginny sat up in her bed groggily. “Hermione, are you crazy. You can’t be here. We’re supposed to hate each other, remember?” “Wrong, you’re supposed to hate me.  I’m still trying to be your friend. Besides, this will give us another chance to fight. I can hear Parvati and Lavender in the hall. Come on, have at it.” “I’ll sleep in if I bloody well want to Hermione Granger. You had no right to wake me up!” Ginny shouted. “But Ginny, it was late and I didn’t think you’d want to miss breakfast.” “You didn’t think!” yelled Ginny. “That’s rubbish. All you do is think. You are always busy trying to find ways to make yourself look better. That’s what you do. Well it won’t change what you really are. You’re nothing but a mudblood, and you know that’s something you can never change no matter what you do!” She shot Hermione a quick grin before she flung the door to her room open. Hermione rushed out, her hands covering her face. “Hermione, are you all right?” asked Lavender. “I just didn’t want her to oversleep, that’s all,” she cried into her hands. “It’s not your fault Hermione,” said Parvati as she rubbed Hermione’s back. “Really, I don’t know what has gotten into that girl. She’s getting to be as bas as the Slytherins.” “Worse,” said Lavender. “She, of all people, should know better,” said Lavender darkly. Ginny heard the door slam as the two girls escorted Hermione back to her own room. Ginny turned, closed the door to her room and sat down on her bed. She’d had no idea that success could hurt so much. <center>Margo is a Super ORB!</center><center><center>It all started with a boy, a girl and a silver handprint.<center>Countess Majiklmoon Mistress and keeper of the tunes</center></color~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ... 2a.gif></a> Edited by: <A HREF=http://pub84.ezboard.com/umajiklmoon.sh ... iklmoon</A> <IMG HEIGHT=10 WIDTH=10 SRC="http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/images/moon18.gif" BORDER=0> at: 8/17/02 7:26:06 pm

Post by **majiklmoon** » Sat Aug 17, 2002 10:23 am

Thanks to Bisty for pointing out a major boo boo. Apparently the slytherins don't have a portrait covering up the opening to their common room. can you say OOPSIE <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... /cwm27.gif ALT=":lol"> <center>Margo is a Super ORB!</center><center><center>It all started with a boy, a girl and a silver handprint.<center>Countess Majiklmoon Mistress and keeper of the tunes</center></color~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ... 2a.gif></a>

Post by **roswellkitkat** » Sat Aug 17, 2002 4:50 pm

That's ok Tracie, it was still an awesome update!! <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> <center>*************<center>And I believe<center> <center>That angels breathe<center> <center>And that love will live on and never leave<center><center>*************<center>************* <center>The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return"

Post by **bistyboo1974** » Sat Aug 17, 2002 5:39 pm

They didn't in year 2,  Tracie, but maybe Pansy Parkinson & Millicent Bulstrode got together & decided to redecorate and hung up the Bloody Baron's portrait since then. <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... s/wink.gif ALT=";)"> It was still a great part!! <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... n_anim.gif ALT=":grin"> <center><img src=http://www.fortunecity.com/victorian/st ...

Post by **majiklmoon** » Sat Aug 17, 2002 8:23 pm

yeah, I found it this afternoon, it's just a stinkinb blank wall <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /frown.gif ALT=":("> <center>Margo is a Super ORB!</center><center><center>It all started with a boy, a girl and a silver handprint.<center>Countess Majiklmoon Mistress and keeper of the tunes</center></color~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ... 2a.gif></a>

Post by **bistyboo1974** » Sun Aug 18, 2002 6:59 pm

Those stinking Slytherins are so uncreative -- pooh-pooh on them for not being interesting enough to hang some artwork! <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... /cwm27.gif ALT=":lol"> It's OK, though,  Tracie -- I still enjoyed that part just the same! <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /smile.gif ALT=":)"> Never trust anything that can think for itself, if you can't see where it keeps its brain.

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Mon Aug 19, 2002 12:43 pm

Oh Majiklmoon - I love this story. Poor Ginny and Hermione. They are both working so hard...I love it

Post by **majiklmoon** » Mon Aug 19, 2002 9:33 pm

An Acceptable Risk Part 15 Hermione walked into the potions room and sat down, and tried to prepare herself for her upcoming outburst. “Hermione, what’s wrong with you?” asked Ron, running into the potions room. “I looked for you at breakfast, and just now, I must have called you four times. Are you alright?” “She had another run in with your sister, the Slytherin in Gryffindor robes,” said Lavender. “She practically attacked Hermione this morning, just because Hermione tried to keep her from oversleeping.” “It doesn’t matter Lavender, just leave it alone, will you?” said Hermione softly. “Looks like one of the Weasley’s has some sense,” said Draco loudly. “She’s the only one who sees things the way they are. And I must say Weasley; she’s grown up quite nicely too. I can’t wait to attend the Yule Ball with her,” he added smirking. Harry didn’t say anything, but out of the corner of her eye, Hermione saw him stiffen, and draw his hand into a fist. She turned to look at him, and what she saw shocked her. Rage filled his face, and his eyes shot green sparks. Harry was angry, angrier than Hermione had seen him in a long time. Professor Snape entered the dank potions classroom, his robes billowing behind him like the wings of an overly large bat. He stood at the front of the classroom and fixed the students with his steely gaze. Hermione didn’t know if it was her imagination or not, but his gaze seemed to linger on her longer than the others. This was so different than the last time she Harry and Ron had caused a disturbance in class. That time, Ron and Harry had been disruptive. This time it was up to her. “Miss Granger, are you so advanced in the art of potions making that you no longer feel the need to pay attention in class?” asked Professor Snape. The Slytherins roared with laughter while color suffused Hermione’s face. “No, sir,” she mumbled. “Good, then perhaps you and your partner Mr. Longbottom wouldn’t mind demonstrating the proper method for creating a restorative potion. And ten points from Gryffindor for your woolgathering.” “But what are we restoring Professor. It’s impossible for us to create the potion unless we are to know what it is for.” “Ten more points for being impertinent Miss Granger. Did you wish to try for more?”  He’s goading me on purpose, she thought to herself.  I guess this is it. “Professor Snape, I simply asked a logical question, and I am waiting for an answer. Perhaps the problem is, you haven’t prepared for class, and you are trying to cover it up by taking  YOUR inadequacies out on the rest of us,” said Hermione in a shaky voice. “And further more, I resent the fact that you are continually taking your bad humor out on the Gryffindor’s.” “Hermione, will you shut up,” whispered Neville. “You’re just making him angry.” “No Neville, I will not shut up,” said Hermione. “It’s about time somebody took him to task for the dreadful way that he treats us. He’s simply afraid that any one of us will surpass his clearly limited potions skills, and that’s why he berates us so.” Ron jumped up out of his chair and ran to Hermione. “Professor Snape, let me take her to the hospital wing. Something’s obviously wrong with her.” “Yes, get her out of my site, but Miss Granger, I believe you have sixth hour free. You will serve your detention then. Perhaps if you spend several of your free periods assisting me in instructing your feeble minded house mates, you will understand that I have no reason to worry about any of you surpassing me.” Snape called the class to attention. “Potter, move up here and work with Longbottom. Perhaps between the two of you, you can endevour not to blow up the classroom. Weasley, I expect you back here as soon as you have escorted Miss Granger to the hospital wing.” Ron nodded as he grabbed Hermione’s belongings and led her out of the dungeon that housed the potions classroom and pushed her towards the stairs. “Hermione, what is wrong with you. You’ve never spoken to a teacher that way, not even Trelawney.” “I’m fine Ron,” she said. “Just get me out of here.” The two walked up the stairs towards the hospital wing. Ron pushed opened the door and waited for Hermione to walk through. When she hesitated, he gave her a small shove and followed her into the room. “Weasley, Granger,” said Madame Pomfrey. “What seems to be the problem? You were in potions, were you not? I suppose one of those confounded concoctions backfired.” “N-no Ma’am,” stuttered Ron. “It’s Hermione here. She, well, she’s gone insane or something.” “Really?” said Madam Pomfrey. “She doesn’t appear to be acting insane. Would you care to elaborate just a bit for me?” “She  yelled at Professor Snape. She said he was an incompetent teacher and was afraid that he would be surpassed by his students.” Madam Pomfrey’s mouth twitched a bit as she said, “Really? Well Mr. Weasley, I think it would be best if you went back to class now. I’ll take care of Miss Granger.” “Are you sure I can’t stay? I mean Hermione’s my, well, she’s my,” Ron began. “I know full well what Miss Granger is Mr. Weasley, and no, you may not stay. Please return to class. You will see Miss Granger later.” Ron walked over to where Hermione stood, and took her hand. “I’ve got to get back to class now Hermione, but I promise you’ll that I’ll come visit later. Don’t worry, Harry and I will take extra good notes for you.” He gave her hand one last squeeze and left the hospital wing and went back to the potions dungeon for the remainder of class. Madam Pomfrey bustled around, settling Hermione on a cot and giving her some chocolate to munch. “I daresay you are working too hard again Miss Granger. Just like the year you had the time turner. You couldn’t remember if you were coming or going.” Hermione didn’t say anything, just nodded and continued to eat her chocolate. “Now I want you to rest here for the rest of this hour and the next.” “Yes Madam Pomfrey,” said Hermione agreeably, some color returning to her face. Never in her life had she spoken to any adult, let alone a teacher like that. She closed her eyes and lay back on the cot, and tried to calm her rapid breathing. Hermione was just nodding off when she heard a voice whisper, “Pssst, Hermione. Wake up.” She opened her eyes and turned her head toward the sound. She heard a rustle of movement and caught a glimpse of Harry’s face as he lifted the invisibility cloak for a moment. ”Harry,” she hissed, looking around for Madam Pomfrey. “What are you doing here?” “I wanted to make sure you were alright. I’ve never seen you act that way before, and I was worried,” he whispered. “I’m fine, but how mad was Snape?” “He was furious,” said Harry. “Hermione, that was great, the way you went off on him like that. He deserved it, he’s had it coming to him for years.” Hermione couldn’t see his face, but in his voice, she heard something that reminded her of the boy he used to be.” “Harry, you have got to get out of here before Madam Pomfrey gets back. I don’t want to get into anymore trouble.” “Ok Hermione,” Harry whispered. “I just wanted to make sure for myself, and for Ron, that you were alright.” “Well, I am, now will you get out of here! I’ll see you and Ron in the Library later, I promise.” “Watch it, here comes Madam Pomfrey. Bye Hermione,” Harry whispered. Hermione heard a faint rustling, and then nothing. “Perhaps Mr. Weasley was correct Miss Granger,” said Madam Pomfrey from beside the bed. Hermione gave a small scream and turned to face the nurse. “Right about what Madam Pomfrey?” “I thought I heard you talking Miss Granger, but I don’t see anybody here but you. Are you certain you are alright.” “Oh, um, yes Ma’am. I’m fine, I was just um, trying to remember everything I needed to get finished tonight.” “MmmmmHmmm,” she said in a doubtful voice. “It’s time for sixth hour Miss Granger. I suggest that you return to class, and the next time you are feeling this way, come and see me  before you share your feelings with your professor. “Yes Madam Pomfrey, I will, and thank you,” she said. She gathered up her books and left the hospital wing and began the long journey back to the potions dungeon. <center>Margo is a Super ORB!</center><center><center>It all started with a boy, a girl and a silver handprint.<center>Countess Majiklmoon Mistress and keeper of the tunes</center></color~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ... 2a.gif></a> Edited by: <A HREF=http://pub84.ezboard.com/umajiklmoon.sh ... iklmoon</A> <IMG HEIGHT=10 WIDTH=10 SRC="http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/images/moon18.gif" BORDER=0> at: 8/19/02 8:39:39 pm

Post by **roswellkitkat** » Tue Aug 20, 2002 9:44 am

Excellent, just excellent!! <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> <center>*************<center>And I believe<center> <center>That angels breathe<center> <center>And that love will live on and never leave<center><center>*************<center>************* <center>The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return"

Post by **bistyboo1974** » Tue Aug 20, 2002 8:55 pm

Yay! <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> Great part, but now you know I have a tainted view of a couple of those characters,  Tracie, don't you?! <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... s/wink.gif ALT=";)"> <center><img src=http://www.i2k.com/~svderark/lexicon/sh ... R>Never trust anything that can think for itself, if you can't see where it keeps its brain.</center>

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Sat Aug 24, 2002 11:24 am

wow...poor Hermione, that was so hard for her, I am sure!

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Wed Sep 04, 2002 12:09 pm

I am so hooked!!! Great story Tracie!!!! <center> <a href=http://www.fortunecity.com="_blank"> <img src="http://www.fortunecity.com/victorian/st ... mara01.gif" border="0"></a> </center>

Post by **majiklmoon** » Sat Sep 14, 2002 10:57 pm

An Acceptable Risk Part 16 Ginny sat in the potions classroom staring blankly at the front of the room. She became aware of the sound of laughter filling the room, and when she looked up she saw that Professor Snape was staring down at her. “Miss Weasley, perhaps if you put even half the effort into your potions work as you do your wool gathering, then perhaps you could do something that the last three Weasley’s to grace this classroom with their presence has not managed to do.” He paused for a moment and then continued. “Learn something.” The Gryffindor’s seated around her erupted into laughter. Ginny’s face flushed the same vibrant red as her hair, and she took a deep breath to quell the tears that flooded her eyes. “Ah, Miss Granger, how delightful of you to finally join us,” snapped Professor Snape, looking at the back of the room. “Twenty-five points from Gryffindor for being tardy. Now go take a seat next to Miss Weasley. She appears to need assistance with her potions work today, though I am doubtful as to how much assistance you will actually provide.” Hermione moved across the classroom and sat down in the vacant seat next to Ginny under the sympathetic glances of the Gryffindor’s and the looks of loathing from the Slytherins. “Today, we shall be working on the  Vox Modificus potion. Miss Weasley, will you please call upon your vast stores of knowledge and translate the name of the potion for your classmates?” Ginny stared at the table in front of her and said nothing. “Miss Weasley, I asked you to translate the name of the potion for your classmates,” said Snape with a gleam in his eye. “Miss Weasley, do you, or do you not know the answer to the question?” “No, I don’t,” Ginny ground out between clenched teeth. “Little wonder,” said Snape. “Now, is there anyone else, besides Miss Granger who would care to enlighten us?” He looked around the room but the only hand raised was Hermione whose face was a sickly gray color. “No, I thought as much. Fine Miss Granger, will you please translate  Vox Modificus for us?” Hermione took a deep breath and tried to steady her nerves. “ Vox Modificus means voice modification. This type of potion is used when a person wishes only to disguise their voice, and not their person. If they wanted to change their appearance, they would use a polyjuice potion…” “Will you  SHUT UP!” shouted Ginny. “He asked you to translate the name of the potion, not conduct the blooming lecture. Can’t you, just one time, keep your big mouth shut?” “Your just jealous Ginny Weasley, and you are acting like an insufferable baby,” snapped Hermione, her face suffused with color. “Jealous!” shrieked Ginny. As if I would ever be jealous of a useless mudblood like you!” She picked up the cauldron in front of her and dumped the contents over Hermione’s head. Shocked gasps from the Gryffindor’s echoed throughout the dank dungeon. “This just proved my point,” said Hermione wiping her eyes. “If you knew what you were doing, this potion would have caused my skin to turn purple.” “Enough,” roared Professor Snape. “Miss Granger, you are excused. I will speak to you during your free period to discuss your detention. Miss Weasley, you will sit down please.” Ginny sat down, avoiding the puddle of the potion she had purposely made incorrectly. Looking around the room, she could see the looks of shock and rage on her housemate’s faces, while those from Slytherin were eying her with a bit more interest. For Ginny, the rest of potions class dragged on interminably. When the class finally ended, she gathered her belongings and headed for the door, only to be stopped by three Slytherin girls who were blocking the doorway. “Quite a performance you put on in class today Weasley,” said Gretchen Codrice. “Thanks,” said Ginny shifting her satchel to her other shoulder. “But it wasn’t a performance. I only said what everybody feels.” “Not everybody,” said Colin Creevey as he pushed past Ginny. “I can’t believe I ever called you my friend Ginny Weasley. You’ve been acting positively beastly these past few weeks, and I’m ashamed to admit that you’re even a Gryffindor.” “Shut up Colin,” spat Ginny. “Don’t go sticking your big fat nose in where it doesn’t belong, or you may find that you regret being unpetrified.” She turned her back on the boy who used to be one of her friends and continued talking with the three Slytherin girls. “As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, her kind is such a waste, and something really needs to be done about it.” “We couldn’t agree more,” said Gretchen. “We have a free period now, did you want to come to the library with us?” “Oh, I’d love to,” said Ginny forcing a smile. “But I’m supposed to meet with Professor McGonagall. Something about my  attitude. “Well, if you get done early enough, we’ll be there for a couple of hours,” said one of the other girls.” “Thanks, I’ll do that,” said Ginny as she bade the three girls goodbye. Ginny walked through the halls of Hogwarts feeling the stares of everyone she passed boring holes in her back. She stood outside the Great Hall trying to decide what to do when she heard Draco, talking with Goyle coming down the hall. She glanced into the Great Hall and saw that Harry was watching her intently. She looked up as Draco approached and flashed him a giant smile. “Hi Draco,” she said. “Ginny, I heard you had another run in with Granger today,” said Malfoy. “I don’t even want to talk about it right now, but maybe later we could,” she paused expectantly, baiting her trap. Draco bit with alarming alacrity. “Tonight,” he said. “I’ll meet you in the History of Magic classroom. We can talk and work on that project we were discussing the other night.” “That sounds wonderful Draco,” she cooed, laying a hand on his arm. “What project is that?” asked Goyle in his slow thick voice. “Never you mind,” said Malfoy. “And mind you, not a word to anybody either, is that clear Goyle?” “Alright,” said the dimwitted boy. “I’m going to get something to eat. Are you coming?” Draco scowled at the other boy. “I’ll be there later,” he snapped. “Will you get lost?” Goyle turned and ambled off towards the Great Hall. Draco waited until he was out of sight before turning back to Ginny. “Seriously Ginny, are you alright?” “Well, it was rather dreadful, I just exploded in front of Professor Snape.” “He didn’t punish you, did he? If he did, just tell me, and I can get him to change it.” “No, he didn’t,” admitted Ginny. “He didn’t even take any points from me.” “An oversight on my part, Miss Weasley,” said the Professor as he walked by. “Rest assured, fifteen points will be deducted from Gryffindor for your childish outburst. Really, there are other ways to handle your displeasure.” He looked at the two students for a moment before he walked away. “What do you think he meant by that?” Ginny asked as they watched him stalk down the deserted hallway. “I’ll tell you tonight,” said Draco. “Now get moving. Gretchen Codrice told me you have an appointment with McGonagall. Don’t be late; I don’t want the old bat giving you a detention. I’m looking forward to seeing you tonight.” “Don’t worry Draco, I’ll be there,” she promised. “Don’t forget the stone,” he said as she hurried up the staircase. Halfway up the stairs, she stopped and turned around. Draco had disappeared into the Great Hall, but from where she stood, she could still see Harry, his face a mask of anger and confusion. <center>Margo is a Super ORB!</center><center><center>It all started with a boy, a girl and a silver handprint.<center>Countess Majiklmoon Mistress and keeper of the tunes</center></color~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ... 2a.gif></a> Edited by: <A HREF=http://pub129.ezboard.com/umajiklmoon.s ... iklmoon</A> <IMG HEIGHT=10 WIDTH=10 SRC="http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/images/moon18.gif" BORDER=0> at: 9/14/02 9:59:05 pm

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