The Project
By Jijokii
A.k.a. Mango Girl
A.k.a. Tabitha
A.k.a. Many different names
Summary
Well, you probably should have read it. But oh well. This one is longer.
Draco and Hermione are forced unwillingly to do an assigned project ever 5th year must do. Although unknown to all the lower years, this project is usually kept a 'surprise'. It goes like this. You have to stay in one of your partner's houses for however many days/months it takes you to be friendly to each other. Also, you must complete tasks to show that you have really become friends. Can Hermione live to tell the tale? Can Draco? Or will their comradeship become. something more?
Rated PG. Because. It is okay! ~ Fluff. Mwa mwa mwa. ~ Okay I'll leave now. ~ Bye!
~Fades into darkness~
"This will make your last years at Hogwarts a lot more pleasant!" Dumbledoor tried to convince the whining 5th years.
"I can't believe I'm with-Ew-PANSY!" Ron shuddered.
"Better than being with someone you don't even know." Harry unfolded his strip of paper revealing the name Tabitha Watts.
Hermione slowly unfolded hers. 'Please oh please! Don't be-No!' Hermione thought to herself as she opened her paper. Draco Malfoy. In big, bold letters screaming out at her through the paper.
"Why did this happen to me?" Hermione wailed to Harry and Ron, "Why? Why? WHY???"
"Hey, Mudblood, don't even dream of going to your house. I don't want to live in a rat hole." Draco sniggered.
"Grow up, Malfoy." Ron stuck up for his friend. Although he felt quite intimidated by him only being 5'4" and he almost 6'2.
"Like you haven't?" Draco replied.
"If you harm Hermione in any way whatsoever, I'll just." Harry couldn't think of what to say.
"Just lay off you guys! What is with guys and feuds anyway?" Hermione couldn't believe she was standing up for-of all people-Malfoy.
"Oh, I feel so protected from Hermione, guardian of the weak!" Draco mocked her.
"Just grow up, Draco! I do something nice for you and you treat me like an old sock or something!" Hermione sneered. Draco enjoyed her attempt at being wicked, but she was just not the person for it.
"Try and make me." Draco stuck up his nose like a 2-year-old. Then Dumbledoor interrupted, his voice flooding the Great Hall full of 5th years.
"The first pairs to leave are. Granger and Malfoy, Parkinson and Weasely, Moore and Abercrombie, Potter and Watts, and Macmillan and Lowes."
"Great." Hermione sighed, "This is just my luck."
"Yeah, extremely lucky." Harry told her.
"Shut it, Harry." Hermione was feeling irritated.
"Following in her ol' Drakkie's footsteps?" Draco chortled.
Then, Hermione exited the Great Hall, and past the lake to the Hogwarts Express landing.
"Granger! A slug could beat you in a race." Draco grabbed her by the hand, a little too hard.
"Draco, that hurts." Hermione winced. Draco looked at her, her brown eyes looked up at him in pain.
"I'm-erm-sorry." Draco quickly explained and loosened his grip on her. Her hand was so warm compared to his. So small, so weak.
"It's okay." Hermione said as they picked a booth on the train.
After that odd experience, they began to discuss whose house they would go to.
"Obviously, we're going to my house." Draco said while biting the leg off a chocolate frog.
"I know. We can't go to my house anyway." Hermione stated.
"Why not?"
"We don't have any guest bedrooms." Hermione blushed sheepishly, "Unless you prefer wet, soggy ground."
Draco smiled, something he did only if he was teasing someone.
"I made you smile." Hermione said smirking, "Step one to a better acquaintance."
"In your dreams Granger!" Although now Draco was almost laughing. He mustn't get close to her. No. Not to a Mudblood. He was getting too friendly. Had to stop.
Then, someone knocked on the door.
Summary
Well, you probably should have read it. But oh well. This one is longer.
Draco and Hermione are forced unwillingly to do an assigned project ever 5th year must do. Although unknown to all the lower years, this project is usually kept a 'surprise'. It goes like this. You have to stay in one of your partner's houses for however many days/months it takes you to be friendly to each other. Also, you must complete tasks to show that you have really become friends. Can Hermione live to tell the tale? Can Draco? Or will their comradeship become. something more?
Rated PG. Because. It is okay! ~ Fluff. Mwa mwa mwa. ~ Okay I'll leave now. ~ Bye!
~Fades into darkness~
"This will make your last years at Hogwarts a lot more pleasant!" Dumbledoor tried to convince the whining 5th years.
"I can't believe I'm with-Ew-PANSY!" Ron shuddered.
"Better than being with someone you don't even know." Harry unfolded his strip of paper revealing the name Tabitha Watts.
Hermione slowly unfolded hers. 'Please oh please! Don't be-No!' Hermione thought to herself as she opened her paper. Draco Malfoy. In big, bold letters screaming out at her through the paper.
"Why did this happen to me?" Hermione wailed to Harry and Ron, "Why? Why? WHY???"
"Hey, Mudblood, don't even dream of going to your house. I don't want to live in a rat hole." Draco sniggered.
"Grow up, Malfoy." Ron stuck up for his friend. Although he felt quite intimidated by him only being 5'4" and he almost 6'2.
"Like you haven't?" Draco replied.
"If you harm Hermione in any way whatsoever, I'll just." Harry couldn't think of what to say.
"Just lay off you guys! What is with guys and feuds anyway?" Hermione couldn't believe she was standing up for-of all people-Malfoy.
"Oh, I feel so protected from Hermione, guardian of the weak!" Draco mocked her.
"Just grow up, Draco! I do something nice for you and you treat me like an old sock or something!" Hermione sneered. Draco enjoyed her attempt at being wicked, but she was just not the person for it.
"Try and make me." Draco stuck up his nose like a 2-year-old. Then Dumbledoor interrupted, his voice flooding the Great Hall full of 5th years.
"The first pairs to leave are. Granger and Malfoy, Parkinson and Weasely, Moore and Abercrombie, Potter and Watts, and Macmillan and Lowes."
"Great." Hermione sighed, "This is just my luck."
"Yeah, extremely lucky." Harry told her.
"Shut it, Harry." Hermione was feeling irritated.
"Following in her ol' Drakkie's footsteps?" Draco chortled.
Then, Hermione exited the Great Hall, and past the lake to the Hogwarts Express landing.
"Granger! A slug could beat you in a race." Draco grabbed her by the hand, a little too hard.
"Draco, that hurts." Hermione winced. Draco looked at her, her brown eyes looked up at him in pain.
"I'm-erm-sorry." Draco quickly explained and loosened his grip on her. Her hand was so warm compared to his. So small, so weak.
"It's okay." Hermione said as they picked a booth on the train.
After that odd experience, they began to discuss whose house they would go to.
"Obviously, we're going to my house." Draco said while biting the leg off a chocolate frog.
"I know. We can't go to my house anyway." Hermione stated.
"Why not?"
"We don't have any guest bedrooms." Hermione blushed sheepishly, "Unless you prefer wet, soggy ground."
Draco smiled, something he did only if he was teasing someone.
"I made you smile." Hermione said smirking, "Step one to a better acquaintance."
"In your dreams Granger!" Although now Draco was almost laughing. He mustn't get close to her. No. Not to a Mudblood. He was getting too friendly. Had to stop.
Then, someone knocked on the door.