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April 24th, 2006 09:08 am
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God, I am DYING here, people! Late last night I came across a story at Fiction Alley. That is FAH-MAZING in my opinion. That was started in 2004 and was recently updated. That has like one review. Like about ONE review! WHAT IS UP WITH THAT? Please read this Work-In-Progress fic! I'm recommending it on the strength of the storytelling and it's reccability as an overall fic, not on the level of shippiness the fic has (though it's classified as a D/Hr and H/Hr story so shippiness is coming). And I really think something as well-executed and suspenseful as this doesn't come along that often, so when they do, we need to embrace them. Don't forget to take the time and leave a review -- even non-members can leave an anon comment on FA, just like here on eljay. Title: A Conspiracy of BooksAuthor: The woefully under-appreciated Nan Solomon Rating: PG-13 Summary: Good Idea: Studying for exams. Bad Idea: Finding a nasty surprise in the library. Hermione seems to be in for an interesting term. Will Harry survive another encounter with Moldy Voldy's cloaks and daggers? Will Hermione? Snippet: They silently waited for the newcomer. Hermione wondered who it was, but under the circumstances didn't dare turn around in her seat. Instead she concentrated very hard on her tea, listening. A leather sole scuffled on the steps. Then Hermione felt the color drain from her face. Draco Malfoy stepped smartly up to the desk and stood rigidly before it, chin up.
She was stunned. She looked at Dumbledore, thinking, Why didn't he warn me? Snape was gauging her. She attempted to appear calm, suppressing the urge to glare at him.
Malfoy seemed equally displeased. Rudely, he directed his question somewhere to the left of Dumbledore's ear. "You wanted to see me?" His voice was like marble--cold and very businesslike. There was a thin vein of anger running through it.
Professor McGonagal gasped, but Dumbledore held up his hand appeasingly. "Please, Mr. Malfoy, take a seat."
Not even startled when one appeared, Malfoy stepped back and lowered himself into the armchair, carefully settling his robes before regarding them with thinly veiled animosity. Hermione hoped he wouldn't be offered any biscuits just yet.
After an interminable pause, Snape irritably stepped forward and conjured another chair to Malfoy's left, sitting down. Dumbledore passed him the biscuits and waved a full teacup toward Malfoy, who looked as if he'd prefer to refuse.
"Now, Mr. Malfoy, Miss Granger has given us an outline of what happened last night in the library. I hope you'll be kind enough to do the same."
Hermione felt her eyebrows lift.
Eyes narrowed vengefully at Snape, Malfoy didn't dally with pretence. "I don't see how anything I have to say concerns her," he stated baldly.
Hermione's Gryffindor blood boiled. She squelched it, repeating to herself, Not helpful.
Then Professor Snape did an unexpected thing. He leaned over and forced the package of biscuits into Malfoy's hand. "Have one," he commanded.
Malfoy shot him a brief, rebellious look. Unable to withstand Snape's hawk-like glare, he smiled and changed tact. It looked painful. Hermione fervently hoped so.
"Fine. Of course." Malfoy made a show of taking a biscuit and biting into it, pretending to get comfortable. "However, I insist that everything I say remains in this room," he said lightly, masking the strain in his voice.
"Miss Granger?" Snape prompted.
Hermione couldn't quite contain her disdain, even if her tone was otherwise cool. "Of course," she said, echoing Malfoy. She returned Draco's icy confidence levelly, taking in his casually arrogant posture. There was melted chocolate on his thumb and index finger. Her smirk barely perceptible, she said sweetly, "Do have another biscuit."  
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