(A/N) Ugh finally a real chapter!! Sorry for the major time skip, I had a writers block, and didn't know how to fill it in. I know, I don't include any real how things (mainly cuz Hermione seems like she likes Ron in the chess scene when she screams, so...no.) but eh. We need to keep it Dramione. Also, I've recently read How To Wattpad by TahliePurvis , she has provided a great idea for brainstorming works, and I have to say, it has sped up my writing a lot!! Go check the book out for yourself, it is amazing. Yes, I know, you've all been waiting patiently throughout all the A/N, so here's the chapter! I'm trying to make chapters longer, so you guys can have more at a time. Enjoy. ❤️
~Iresine

Hermione
   I started to get anxious. Malfoy hadn't returned the book yet, and it was almost the holidays, which means I would have to wait two whole months. Not even counting if he even returns it afterward.

   It was a month until summer break. I usually don't like summer break (why, "play," if you can spend all your time learning???), but under these circumstances....

   I was truly dreading it.

   There wouldn't be anyone around to see if the, whatever, attacked again. What if they came and did it again, and picked out an important memory this time? Or what if they were hiding something important by taking away that memory? What if...they erased my whole memory, and I didn't remember anything, not my friends, my parents, or even my own name.

   I shuddered at the thought.

   A week went by, and I started to get desperate. Only three more weeks until my doom. I tried asking Malfoy over and over to give it to me, but he keeps saying he wasn't done. I even tried "Accio book", but he seemed to have put some type of charm on it to keep it from reacting to Accios. I sighed, leaning against the pillow propped up against my bed, and stared at the book of quotes in front of me.

   "Shoot for the moon, if you miss, you still land among the stars."

   I groaned, flipping to the more less cheesy ones, to the ones made by people who weren't in the sixteenth century.

   "Desperate times call for desperate measures."

   Desperate measures....

   An idea suddenly popped into my head. I slammed the book shut, then patted it, saying sorry as I put it in my stack to read again later. I straightened my tie and pulled my hair into a presentable-ish bun, so it wouldn't be caught in my face when I was carrying out my.... erm.... operation.

   I snuck into the halls on silent feet, wearing only fluffy socks, because my shoes were too loud. I feel kind of guilty, breaking the school dress code. I creep along the halls silently, trying to make as little noise as humanly possible. I sneak down the stairs, with only green lighted torches to light the way.

   The area near the dungeons sure was cold.

   I silently walk on the freezing Stone floor. I guess, because it's underground, next to the Black Lake, it's so cold and slightly damp. I can already kind of feel the water seep into my socks. They were my favourite socks, with light blue and white stripes and an 'H' near the heel. Curse you Mione. Wearing your favourite pair, and underground too, where it's known to be moist and dirty!

   I jogged, trying to avoid contact with the ground as much as possible without falling or making myself look like an idiot. I kept looking and looking, but I couldn't find the darn thing. (R/A/N well, correct me if I'm wrong, but I googled it and it said the entrance was behind a wall, so ya. Tell me if I'm wrong plz, I would like to improve my story!) I slapped my forehead. I couldn't remember what it said in Hogwarts: A History!! I knew I should've re-read it before coming here. All I see it torches, walls, torches, walls, and more torches. Where's the painting?

   Suddenly, I heard footsteps, and panicked. Where do I hide?! I looked around and saw the entrance to the stairs. I ducked inside, trying to blend in with the darkness, and hoped the student/teacher doesn't go in.

   They walked past me, and I saw the glint of green on their robes.

   Slytherin.

   Hey, maybe if they go into their common room, I can see where it is and hear what the password is! I thought excitedly. I peered out behind the walls just enough so I can see without being seen. The Slytherin student walked up to a wall. "Serpent." The stones slid aside, revealing a hole large enough for the student to walk into.

   Alright.

   That's how it goes.

   I cast a disillusionment charm on my robes and tie to make myself look like a Slytherin, and spray my hair with Sleekeazy's Hair Potion, making it straight and smooth. There. Now no one will recognize me. I go up a few stairs quietly and go back down them slightly loudly, making it look like I had just come down from the stairs. I then went to the wall the previous Slytherin went to and said the passcode. Like before, the stones parted and I went in the opening.

   And almost gasped.

  It was so much prettier than the Gryffindor common room! (R/A/N I know, this is slightly biased, but we can all agree the Slytherin Common room is better than the Gryffindor's, right?) Leather couches, green fire, silver fireplace, giant window into the black lake, rug so plush it was like a pillow on the floor, the Slytherin Common Room was no less than swanky. Maybe more, even. But, in Gryffindor's defence, ours is more cozy, while theirs is magnificent, but cold.

   I gazed around the room for a bit longer, then remembered my mission. In case you haven't figured it out already, it was to stea- borrow the potions book from Malfoy. I was going to give it back after I was done. But I've never done anything like this before, never broken any rules, nothing. This was a new experience for me, and it was going well so far, but I wasn't completely sure it was going to work out.

   The Slytherin Common rooms have about the same layout as the Gryffindor's, just with different colours, so I knew which way to go.

   I went to the Boys' dormitories. So good so far. I looked around until I saw a room with pictures of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy in frames. I knew Lucius Malfoy because he tried to stop me from going to Hogwarts, saying that muggle-borns don't deserve to have the same as purebloods do. Well, exCUSE me, but we have the same blood as you. We just happen to have non-magical parents.

   Idiots.

   Well, anyway, I saw the bedroom and went inside. The book was laying on the pillow. I grinned, grabbed it, and ran outside.

   To be blocked by a familiar blonde person with a green Slytherin tie and flashing grey eyes.

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