Hey everyone! Yes, I am a total witch (no pun intended) for not updating any of my other stories. But I just get bored of them, plus I never seem to have a storyline. Which I know is totally stupid, I should stick to one-chapter stories, but I don't want to. This is adapted form a Fic I wrote when I was sick with the flu, so If you accidentally see a "Jenna" anywhere, please mentally change it to Hermione. My computer is unreliable and so it often repeats mistakes that I have fixed, so I never know what to fix. (Fixing a mistake too many times make my poor computer wig out and shut down, needless to say it is not a great computer. But I'll be damned if it doesn't have fast Internet! ) Anyway, you know what? I might actually finish this story. I have a bit of a plot, its simply a matter of potter-izing it to fit. So if I get nice review, especially ones that give me help, like what to correct and so forth, I will force myself to write.
Fic-related info!
Hermione is the chief character in the story; yes there will be some romance between her and either Fred or Draco. Draco would be easier to work into the story, but I do so like Fred. It takes place in seventh year; Hermione is Head Girl with her own room. Draco is Head Boy, and both Ron and Harry are on the Quiddich team. This is a Fic not having to do with OotP, so pretend you've never read the book. Just kidding there, but don't flame saying its not right.The soft pitter-pattering of rain was the first sound that Hermione awoke to. Blinking and rubbing her eyes against her dim light in her darkened room, she squinted and groped around, feeling for her glasses. Picking them up and placing them on the bridge of her nose she sat up, stretched her arms and swung her legs over the edge of the bed.
She hopped in the cold, quickly throwing on her school shirt and vest. She dug around for her skirt and tie, freshly washed from the day before. After spotting them under a pile of books, she quickly rushed to put them on and grab her bookbag. Stuffed to the limit, she wondered how much more she would be able to carry it around before it burst like a balloon.
I hope that it's a while, I'm already late!
She hurried down the stairs, glancing down at her watch. She looked back up and saw-
"Malfoy!- Agh!" She ran straight into him as he came down from the opposite staircase. She fell down, landing unceremoniously on her back, while Malfoy himself was propelled into the banister. Her book bag went flying, hit a stair and started to roll down. Hermione gasped, the staircases hadn't shifted yet, and it was about to roll off the edge and down below. She reached for her wand, but found it had slipped out of her pocket during her fall.
"No! My bag!" She scrambled up to try to rescue it from falling, and just as she was about to make a dive towards the edge, she felt Malfoy grab her arm.
"Don't. Do you want to fall over too?" He asked her seriously. His steel-blue eyes bored into her softer hazel ones. He held up his other hand, showing her his wand. Slowly raising his hand, Hermione saw her bag float up and hover in mid-air. He released her arm and she walked over to it, about to grab it when he flicked his wand, and dumped it onto the ground. She glared and knelt down to pick it up. It had split at the seams a bit, but otherwise it was just fine. She stood up and held onto the banister as the staircase swung out to meet the hall. She walked off, thought better of it, and turned around to face Malfoy.
"Thank you.. . for grabbing my bag up there. I would have been late for my classes and I'm sure it would have all been broken if you hadn't-" He cut her off.
"I know. You're grateful, but stop wasting time now, or we'll both be late." He gave her a cold stare, and she felt stupid for even thanking him.
As if he could be human enough to say you're welcome. At least he didn't call me Mudblood again. And he
did save the bag. Even if he acted like a git afterwards, you're the one who owes him.Trying to make up for the hostility she could feel, she tried to make small talk.
He
is, after-all, the Head-Boy, and, I will have to work with him for things whether I want to or not.. . might as well try to be friendly. Then at least one of will be saying something."Did you finish the Transfiguration homework McGonagall gave us? The essay on the alchemists?" He gave her a steely glare as if daring her to talk again, but to her surprise, he answered.
"The muggles who tried to find a way to turn things into gold? Yes, I finished two days ago. Simple really. Stupid wizard who let a muggle see him in the beginning though, he could have saved lots of time and work to cover it all up." She smiled at him, and she thought she saw the corners of his mouth twitch slightly.
"Yeah, I finished a while ago too. You are right about the wizard, but think of all the things that were discovered as a result! So many compounds and elements and medicines! Humans as a race advanced so much during then, and so much was because of them fiddling with things!" She always was passionate about her ideas, she loved a good argument. She glanced over at Malfoy and thought he was sneering, but he turned her way and she saw he had a contemplative look on his face.
"Maybe, but for the wizarding world it was a very minor change, we already had medi-witches and wizards, we knew many of the elements and compounds already."
Suddenly he blinked, as if realizing whom he was talking to. He put on a sneer, but Hermione couldn't help but notice the slight wavering. But that didn't stop his next words from biting.
"But then, I guess to you're ancestors it would have been new.. . Mine were already a prominent family, with all the knowledge, while yours were just sniveling peasants." He sped up to get on front of her for when he walked into the great hall.
Crestfallen, Hermione walked towards the Gryffindor table and sat down beside Ron, who instantly began telling her about his brothers Fred and George's, near escape from the muggle police.
She pretended to listen, nodding her head and laughing at the appropriate times, but her mind was elsewhere. More than once she glanced over at the Slytherin table and saw a blond-haired boy sitting. He was in the middle of a loud conversation, which seemed to be about the stupidity of Hufflepuffs. As though he could feel her eyes, he slowly turned around and caught her eye. She changed her gaze, blushing, then she looked back to Malfoy. His eyes quickly flicked away, and she saw a faint pink colour rise over his face.
She remembered his comment earlier, and allowed herself to listen to her two friends to avid getting angry.
Why does it matter so much anyway? It was too good to be true to think that he could go a day without making some remark about my family.
But it did matter, for a reason she couldn't decide on.
I suppose I'm just worried about having to deal with him for the rest of the year. . . if he acts like this, my life will be a nightmare!
Well?? Was it okay? I've actually got a bit of a plot!!! Maybe nothing great, but still. Better than not having a clue what you're doing, I suppose. Well, reviews would be great, I really need critiquing or praise. A nice little incentive to keep me writing. But even a flame will do.
