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A/N: Okay you guys. I've decided to start a new fanfiction. I wanted to have a fanfiction where everyone was in character. This is, of course, a Draco and Hermione fiction. It will probably be a while before they actually become a couple. Worst enemies aren't suddenly compatible in a course of days. Well, I hope you like this. I'll try to update a lot!
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A New Arrival
"Insufferable prat!"
"Bushy haired freak!"
"Egotistical git!"
"Disgusting mudblood!"
A resounding smack echoed through the vast, no longer deserted hall. A curious crowd was gathered around the two hot-tempered students.
"Bitch!"
Draco Malfoy, basically a very lucky jarvey that was transfigured into a human, glared at the overachiever standing before him. How dare she even touch him with her filthy hands? She was everything he hated, and it infuriated him that she had the nerve to think that he was beneath her. And the fact that she had defied his beliefs and had a better IQ than him disgusted him.
She was the most intelligent student in the school. She was his fellow classmate in their seventh year. How he hated her.
It was safe to say that the feeling was mutual.
Hermione Granger, to say the least, was a bookworm beauty. Actually, that was an exaggeration. Hermione was not a beauty. She was considered a plain witch by most witches and wizards in the United Kingdom. But, if she had lived before Plato's time, she would have been considered a woman from Atlantis. A Mediterranean beauty. A great mind, hidden beneath her mass of earthen brown hair. Alas, she was not an Atlantian. If she were, she certainly would not be glaring at the Malfoy heir, finding satisfaction over the red hand print on his pale cheek.
"You vulgar wanker! You are a pathetic excuse for a man, no matter what your reputation is! Call me a bloody mudblood again and see what happens!" she yelled.
"Mudblood," he hissed.
Hermione lunged towards him, her fist aiming for his upturned nose. He grabbed her wrist and spun he around so that she was trapped with her back against him. He held both of her arms behind her back. He brought his face close to her's, allowing his breath to tickle her ear.
"What? Did you really think I'd be threatened by your pitiful threat?" he asked in a deadly whisper, letting his lips occasionally brush against her ear.
Hermione gave an involuntary shiver. Her head spun as a torrent of thoughts rushed through her mind's eye. Where were Harry and Ron?
"Mr. Malfoy! Let go of Miss Granger this instant!" yelled Professor McGonagall.
Draco sneered and slowly let go of the said person. Mudblood rubbed the muscles on her arms as if she was trying to rub away the pain.
"Oh my, I'm getting too old for this," muttered the deputy headmistress.
Draco smirked and crossed his arms over his chest. Thank God he would be saved from this God-forsaken school. One of his relatives would be a professor here at Hogwarts. A substitute was currently assigned to the class, because the man would be late. Draco liked to call the man his uncle, but the man was actually one of his greatest grandfathers. Too bad he didn't bare the Malfoy name.
Draco was given a detention and Granger was forgotten. As always. Draco rolled his eyes and left, clutching the detention slip in his left hand. Mudblood would pay, because now he had to deal with his father.
Hermione walked into her private quarters to see a large Great Horned owl perched on her windowsill. Instantly recognizing the magnificent bird, she ran over to her desk and pulled out some owl treats. The owl's name was Luna Morena. It meant dark moon. The owl was cleverly dubbed. The moon belonged to Luna, the Greek goddess. Luna's counterpart, Artemis, loved animals and children. Luna Morena was a dark colored creature thus the name Morena. Plus, the name actually sounded like a name given to a modern girl.
Hermione beckoned to the owl, and it came without protests. It proudly stuck out its leg revealing the roll of parchment. Hermione smiled and took the closed parchment from the bird's leg. She gave the creature some owl treats, and soon after, the bird left. Hermione laughed softly and took the charmed ribbon off of the parchment. She unrolled the letter and began to read.
Dear Mya,
you MUST stop calling me Winifred. You know that only my parents call me that. I have great news! Professor Dumbledore asked a certain someone both you and I know and me to be professors at Hogwarts. We'll be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts (how ironic), and we start tomorrow. Talk to you later!
Love always from your favorite cousin,
Fred (A/N: No, not Weasley.)
Hermione shook her head in amused disbelief. Fred (female) was an American version of Hermione. The fact was that Fred starred in a muggle TV show made a huge difference. The woman was around twenty-six in age and was a bookworm. Fred really did have to tame many beasts anyway when it came to defense for her classes. (A/N: Fred is Hermione's cousin. Fred's a muggleborn, also.)
Hermione smiled and folded the letter before putting it into one of the pigeonholes in her desk. She stood and picked up her schoolbag.
It seemed only a matter of seconds between the time she left her quarters and the time when she sat down in her seat, at her favorite table, in the quietest corner of the library. After opening her knapsack, she quickly pulled out a fourteen-inch long piece of parchment, a quill, and an ink well. Her Potions book soon followed.
The Uses of Mandrake Leaves in Potions by Hermione Granger
When liquidized, mandrake leaves have a low pH level, which means it is a base, in muggle terms. A mandrake leaf's incense is used in Sleeping Draughts to relax the body before one becomes drowsy. Medical patients can chew crushed mandrake leaves when they need to be unconscious during a muggle-related operation.
Hermione continued on, writing in her small, neat script for another hour until she had finished with and extra six inches of the many potions the leaves were used in including the description of the potion.
"You spelled separately wrong," someone said from behind her.
Hermione started and whipped around to see Harry standing behind her. He smiled and took a seat next to her.
"Did you finish your homework before you went out to practice?" she asked, eyeing his muddy quidditch robes after fixing her error.
Harry chuckled and grinned. "No, I'm going to work on it later," he replied, laying his Firebolt across his lap.
Hermione snorted in an unlady-like fashion at his reply.
Typical.
"Hermione, are you done your homework?" he asked in return.
Hermione scratched the side of her nose and smiled. "Yes, why?" she countered.
Harry's grin became more pronounced. "Ron and I thought that the three of us should go to the kitchens, get a ton of food, take it back to our common room, and celebrate the fact that Malfoy got two weeks worth detention with McGonagall," he explained.
Hermione laughed softly. "Fine, but if it lasts all night then the younger students have to leave early," she replied, quickly putting her things way.
Harry rolled his eyes at her predictable behavior of responsibility and moved so that he was sitting on the table as he waited for her to finish putting her things away. Madam Pince "Hem hemmed", a good impression of Umbridge and glared at Harry. Harry replied with a sheepish smile and got off of the table.
"Come on, let's go," Hermione stood and slung her bag over her shoulder.
The two set off at a comfortable pace, discussing what kind of food they should bring to the small celebration.
Draco sauntered into the Slytherin Common Room and sighed as if her were bored.
"Hey Malcolm. Remember that favor you owe me? You have to serve my detentions for me. There's a bottle of Polyjuice Potion in my cabinet. It already has some of my hair in it," Draco drawled to the over-confident boy who was lying on the couch.
Malcolm nodded and opened his eyes to look at Draco.
"What time?" he asked in his lazy, squeaky voice.
"Six to whenever you finish your task. Now move it. You've only got ten minutes until detention," Draco replied in a bored tone.
Malcolm nodded and ran up to Draco's private room to fetch the required potion. A Draco double soon rushed back down into the common room.
"Stop!" Draco ordered.
The boy obeyed, halting in his tracks and turned wide eyes towards Draco.
"Abuse this privilege and you'll face the Malfoy family. Just ask Donovan Greckley what will happen," Draco hissed.
Terror became evident on his double's face and the younger quickly fled.
Draco gracefully sat down on his favorite couch and sighed. For the past few years (Since the Forbidden Forest incident, to be exact.) he had been making his housemates serve his detentions for him. A sneer curled his pale lips as he remembered Greckley. The fool had jumped some Ravenclaw girl after detention, using Draco's image to get the girl close to him. When Draco had found out, he had sent Crabbe, Goyle, and even Bulstrode to injure the idiot, leaving the said idiot in a right state. Of course, Draco could fight his own battles. he just didn't want to touch the scum who manipulated his image. Stupid fool. Never did consider the consequences.
Draco closed his eyes and fell into slumber with half of his conscience awake in case something happened. His dreams soon drifted from nonsense thoughts to erotic scenes. He opened one eye to see a mass of pin straight, auburn hair. The girl who was trying to seduce him in his sleep was producing these dreams. Waiting after three seconds, he pushed the girl backwards so that he was on top of her in a compromising position.
"Having fun Zabini?" he asked coolly, looking into her vibrant golden eyes.
A sly grin broke across the courtesan's cranberry colored lips as a mischievous glint sprung to her eyes.
"Of course, I love to give you such pleasing dreams," she replied in a casual voice.
Draco let his gaze wander over the girl's body, admiring the curves of her figure. He shook his head as if she wasn't what he wanted and returned his gaze to her lust rusted eyes.
"Don't waste your time, Zabini. You're not going to get a second arousal out of me," he drawled.
Blaise suddenly grabbed his manhood, a devilish smirk playing across her luscious lips.
"Who said I wanted one? I just want a play toy," she purred letting go of his family jewels.
"Grab Malcolm. He's willing," he replied coolly and stood.
Blaise pouted and sat up.
"Later Blaise," he called before he escaped to his private rooms, which were attached to the Slytherin Common Room. Being Head Boy had its advantages.
Draco reached into his pocket and pulled out a small piece of parchment. He looked at the familiar handwriting and reread it.
Dragon,
see you at twilight.
My wishes,
William
Draco smirked at the fact that the writer had signed his name in blood. Typical. It was amazing how such a short letter could be so coded. By called Draco 'Dragon', it meant that the news was pleasing and that not many people new about this news. 'Twilight' meant it involved someone else. Signing 'my wishes' meant endless possibilities. Draco threw the parchment into his lit fireplace. He watched the note curl and turn black before turning to ashes.
Draco sat down in his chair and waited for the arrival of his 'pen pal.' It wasn't long before he felt the presence of another lurking behind him.
"Good evening Draco," drawled a sarcastic, secretly amused voice from behind him.
Oh, this aught to be interesting.
****************************** So. Did you guess who our new arrivals were? You probably already know if you read the summary of this story, which you probably did. Did you like it? I have already planned out the big bad for near the end of their last year at Hogwarts. Were they in character? God I hope so. I worked really hard to make sure that Hermione wasn't too independent and strong. I didn't want her to cry, which is how JKR writes about Hermione when she and Draco are having a row. This story is in point of views but they will not be in first person. It's third person. I hope you liked it and please review. If I get a lot of reviews then I will definitely continue to write this.
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A/N: Okay you guys. I've decided to start a new fanfiction. I wanted to have a fanfiction where everyone was in character. This is, of course, a Draco and Hermione fiction. It will probably be a while before they actually become a couple. Worst enemies aren't suddenly compatible in a course of days. Well, I hope you like this. I'll try to update a lot!
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A New Arrival
"Insufferable prat!"
"Bushy haired freak!"
"Egotistical git!"
"Disgusting mudblood!"
A resounding smack echoed through the vast, no longer deserted hall. A curious crowd was gathered around the two hot-tempered students.
"Bitch!"
Draco Malfoy, basically a very lucky jarvey that was transfigured into a human, glared at the overachiever standing before him. How dare she even touch him with her filthy hands? She was everything he hated, and it infuriated him that she had the nerve to think that he was beneath her. And the fact that she had defied his beliefs and had a better IQ than him disgusted him.
She was the most intelligent student in the school. She was his fellow classmate in their seventh year. How he hated her.
It was safe to say that the feeling was mutual.
Hermione Granger, to say the least, was a bookworm beauty. Actually, that was an exaggeration. Hermione was not a beauty. She was considered a plain witch by most witches and wizards in the United Kingdom. But, if she had lived before Plato's time, she would have been considered a woman from Atlantis. A Mediterranean beauty. A great mind, hidden beneath her mass of earthen brown hair. Alas, she was not an Atlantian. If she were, she certainly would not be glaring at the Malfoy heir, finding satisfaction over the red hand print on his pale cheek.
"You vulgar wanker! You are a pathetic excuse for a man, no matter what your reputation is! Call me a bloody mudblood again and see what happens!" she yelled.
"Mudblood," he hissed.
Hermione lunged towards him, her fist aiming for his upturned nose. He grabbed her wrist and spun he around so that she was trapped with her back against him. He held both of her arms behind her back. He brought his face close to her's, allowing his breath to tickle her ear.
"What? Did you really think I'd be threatened by your pitiful threat?" he asked in a deadly whisper, letting his lips occasionally brush against her ear.
Hermione gave an involuntary shiver. Her head spun as a torrent of thoughts rushed through her mind's eye. Where were Harry and Ron?
"Mr. Malfoy! Let go of Miss Granger this instant!" yelled Professor McGonagall.
Draco sneered and slowly let go of the said person. Mudblood rubbed the muscles on her arms as if she was trying to rub away the pain.
"Oh my, I'm getting too old for this," muttered the deputy headmistress.
Draco smirked and crossed his arms over his chest. Thank God he would be saved from this God-forsaken school. One of his relatives would be a professor here at Hogwarts. A substitute was currently assigned to the class, because the man would be late. Draco liked to call the man his uncle, but the man was actually one of his greatest grandfathers. Too bad he didn't bare the Malfoy name.
Draco was given a detention and Granger was forgotten. As always. Draco rolled his eyes and left, clutching the detention slip in his left hand. Mudblood would pay, because now he had to deal with his father.
Hermione walked into her private quarters to see a large Great Horned owl perched on her windowsill. Instantly recognizing the magnificent bird, she ran over to her desk and pulled out some owl treats. The owl's name was Luna Morena. It meant dark moon. The owl was cleverly dubbed. The moon belonged to Luna, the Greek goddess. Luna's counterpart, Artemis, loved animals and children. Luna Morena was a dark colored creature thus the name Morena. Plus, the name actually sounded like a name given to a modern girl.
Hermione beckoned to the owl, and it came without protests. It proudly stuck out its leg revealing the roll of parchment. Hermione smiled and took the closed parchment from the bird's leg. She gave the creature some owl treats, and soon after, the bird left. Hermione laughed softly and took the charmed ribbon off of the parchment. She unrolled the letter and began to read.
Dear Mya,
you MUST stop calling me Winifred. You know that only my parents call me that. I have great news! Professor Dumbledore asked a certain someone both you and I know and me to be professors at Hogwarts. We'll be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts (how ironic), and we start tomorrow. Talk to you later!
Love always from your favorite cousin,
Fred (A/N: No, not Weasley.)
Hermione shook her head in amused disbelief. Fred (female) was an American version of Hermione. The fact was that Fred starred in a muggle TV show made a huge difference. The woman was around twenty-six in age and was a bookworm. Fred really did have to tame many beasts anyway when it came to defense for her classes. (A/N: Fred is Hermione's cousin. Fred's a muggleborn, also.)
Hermione smiled and folded the letter before putting it into one of the pigeonholes in her desk. She stood and picked up her schoolbag.
It seemed only a matter of seconds between the time she left her quarters and the time when she sat down in her seat, at her favorite table, in the quietest corner of the library. After opening her knapsack, she quickly pulled out a fourteen-inch long piece of parchment, a quill, and an ink well. Her Potions book soon followed.
The Uses of Mandrake Leaves in Potions by Hermione Granger
When liquidized, mandrake leaves have a low pH level, which means it is a base, in muggle terms. A mandrake leaf's incense is used in Sleeping Draughts to relax the body before one becomes drowsy. Medical patients can chew crushed mandrake leaves when they need to be unconscious during a muggle-related operation.
Hermione continued on, writing in her small, neat script for another hour until she had finished with and extra six inches of the many potions the leaves were used in including the description of the potion.
"You spelled separately wrong," someone said from behind her.
Hermione started and whipped around to see Harry standing behind her. He smiled and took a seat next to her.
"Did you finish your homework before you went out to practice?" she asked, eyeing his muddy quidditch robes after fixing her error.
Harry chuckled and grinned. "No, I'm going to work on it later," he replied, laying his Firebolt across his lap.
Hermione snorted in an unlady-like fashion at his reply.
Typical.
"Hermione, are you done your homework?" he asked in return.
Hermione scratched the side of her nose and smiled. "Yes, why?" she countered.
Harry's grin became more pronounced. "Ron and I thought that the three of us should go to the kitchens, get a ton of food, take it back to our common room, and celebrate the fact that Malfoy got two weeks worth detention with McGonagall," he explained.
Hermione laughed softly. "Fine, but if it lasts all night then the younger students have to leave early," she replied, quickly putting her things way.
Harry rolled his eyes at her predictable behavior of responsibility and moved so that he was sitting on the table as he waited for her to finish putting her things away. Madam Pince "Hem hemmed", a good impression of Umbridge and glared at Harry. Harry replied with a sheepish smile and got off of the table.
"Come on, let's go," Hermione stood and slung her bag over her shoulder.
The two set off at a comfortable pace, discussing what kind of food they should bring to the small celebration.
Draco sauntered into the Slytherin Common Room and sighed as if her were bored.
"Hey Malcolm. Remember that favor you owe me? You have to serve my detentions for me. There's a bottle of Polyjuice Potion in my cabinet. It already has some of my hair in it," Draco drawled to the over-confident boy who was lying on the couch.
Malcolm nodded and opened his eyes to look at Draco.
"What time?" he asked in his lazy, squeaky voice.
"Six to whenever you finish your task. Now move it. You've only got ten minutes until detention," Draco replied in a bored tone.
Malcolm nodded and ran up to Draco's private room to fetch the required potion. A Draco double soon rushed back down into the common room.
"Stop!" Draco ordered.
The boy obeyed, halting in his tracks and turned wide eyes towards Draco.
"Abuse this privilege and you'll face the Malfoy family. Just ask Donovan Greckley what will happen," Draco hissed.
Terror became evident on his double's face and the younger quickly fled.
Draco gracefully sat down on his favorite couch and sighed. For the past few years (Since the Forbidden Forest incident, to be exact.) he had been making his housemates serve his detentions for him. A sneer curled his pale lips as he remembered Greckley. The fool had jumped some Ravenclaw girl after detention, using Draco's image to get the girl close to him. When Draco had found out, he had sent Crabbe, Goyle, and even Bulstrode to injure the idiot, leaving the said idiot in a right state. Of course, Draco could fight his own battles. he just didn't want to touch the scum who manipulated his image. Stupid fool. Never did consider the consequences.
Draco closed his eyes and fell into slumber with half of his conscience awake in case something happened. His dreams soon drifted from nonsense thoughts to erotic scenes. He opened one eye to see a mass of pin straight, auburn hair. The girl who was trying to seduce him in his sleep was producing these dreams. Waiting after three seconds, he pushed the girl backwards so that he was on top of her in a compromising position.
"Having fun Zabini?" he asked coolly, looking into her vibrant golden eyes.
A sly grin broke across the courtesan's cranberry colored lips as a mischievous glint sprung to her eyes.
"Of course, I love to give you such pleasing dreams," she replied in a casual voice.
Draco let his gaze wander over the girl's body, admiring the curves of her figure. He shook his head as if she wasn't what he wanted and returned his gaze to her lust rusted eyes.
"Don't waste your time, Zabini. You're not going to get a second arousal out of me," he drawled.
Blaise suddenly grabbed his manhood, a devilish smirk playing across her luscious lips.
"Who said I wanted one? I just want a play toy," she purred letting go of his family jewels.
"Grab Malcolm. He's willing," he replied coolly and stood.
Blaise pouted and sat up.
"Later Blaise," he called before he escaped to his private rooms, which were attached to the Slytherin Common Room. Being Head Boy had its advantages.
Draco reached into his pocket and pulled out a small piece of parchment. He looked at the familiar handwriting and reread it.
Dragon,
see you at twilight.
My wishes,
William
Draco smirked at the fact that the writer had signed his name in blood. Typical. It was amazing how such a short letter could be so coded. By called Draco 'Dragon', it meant that the news was pleasing and that not many people new about this news. 'Twilight' meant it involved someone else. Signing 'my wishes' meant endless possibilities. Draco threw the parchment into his lit fireplace. He watched the note curl and turn black before turning to ashes.
Draco sat down in his chair and waited for the arrival of his 'pen pal.' It wasn't long before he felt the presence of another lurking behind him.
"Good evening Draco," drawled a sarcastic, secretly amused voice from behind him.
Oh, this aught to be interesting.
****************************** So. Did you guess who our new arrivals were? You probably already know if you read the summary of this story, which you probably did. Did you like it? I have already planned out the big bad for near the end of their last year at Hogwarts. Were they in character? God I hope so. I worked really hard to make sure that Hermione wasn't too independent and strong. I didn't want her to cry, which is how JKR writes about Hermione when she and Draco are having a row. This story is in point of views but they will not be in first person. It's third person. I hope you liked it and please review. If I get a lot of reviews then I will definitely continue to write this.
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