AN: If only I ever finish what I start.. But I never really do learn my
lesson do I? Anyways, this new one is probably the most pathetic I've done.
I'm trying my very hardest to make at least enticing enough for everyone!!
But be warned, I was struck by some unwanted idea and had to put it on
paper. Let's just say it was caused by the fact that I love Draco/Hermione
smut and just haven't seen as much as I would like. God, I'm a perverted
bitch. Hmm, anyways, this story isn't exactly all that sweet and fluffy.
Well maybe just a tiny bit fluffy but a lot smuttier if I can help it!
Disclaimer: I only wished I did own something. But I do own the new chick, who I am very proud of if you ask me! But then again, I haven't got a lot to be proud of in recent times.. hmm, on with the story.
~*~Pleasure Kitten~*~
Chapter One: New school, new friends, new enemies.
Paige hummed a simple tune softly to herself as she pushed her trolley along looking for her platform. In her hand she clutched a letter with instructions on how to get to Kings Cross and how to get onto Platform Nine and Three quarters. The brick barrier between platforms ten and nine came into view and Paige looked quickly around just to make sure no one was paying her and special attention. With an excited grin Paige began to walk very quickly towards the barrier. In an instant, she fell through the brick wall and onto the busy platform on the other side. The Hogwarts Express steam train was bustling ready for its passengers. Students of all grades moved around talking and hugging their families' goodbye.
She looked around with a small twinkle in her eye at the magic surrounding her. She was finally with the ones she could call her own. With a secretive past Paige was ready to start fresh. Not that she didn't enjoy some particular parts of her past, it was just that she wasn't too proud to tell people straight off the bat. As these thoughts floated around she giggled. Maybe, if there was anyone worth her skills she would have a little 'play' with Hogwarts' seniors.
Paige shook her head, her mind had stayed with its occasional dirty thoughts even if she had tried her best to change. She tried not to look much of a slut as she used to, nor did she try and talk like one. Her appearance now was a simple one. Her nature kinder and gentle. But she could not deny it when her 'sultrier' side peaked through when she was aroused. No, she would never deny the way she acted when someone heated her.
The business of pulling her trunk onto the train was a simple one. It was the business of finding an empty compartment to reside in that troubled Paige. Nearly all of them were taken up by excited students, all of whom seemed to know each other like old friends. Paige couldn't help but feel a little but lonely. She was the new kid, and even though she was only doing her seventh year, she was as much as a stranger as the shy first years. But Paige wasn't shy, she was just going to have to ask if she could sit with some of the other students. Hopefully she could befriend them for a year and get on with her new life.
~*~*~*~
Further down the train the famous golden trio sat in their usual compartment talking happily about their summer holidays. Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter had all grown and changed over the past years. All in their own ways. Ron now sported a muscular look after joining the Quidditch team some years ago. Though he never lost his red freckles or his flaming red hair, it didn't jaunt his appearance as a young handsome man. Hermione had grown out her bushy hair and it fell past her shoulders in a sleek and golden manner. She was tall but shorter than her two best friends, and more or less, filled out her appearance. Harry never lost his wild jet black hair or his glasses but did go from skinny and lanky to muscular like Ron. As seeker and Quidditch captain he was the object of all the Gryffindor girls' hearts. (Except Hermione, it still sickened her to even look at Harry or Ron in that way)
So with warm hearts the Gryffindor three were glad to back for their final year at Hogwarts. It only meant that soon, they were all going to be adults with their own lives to lead.
"So Harry, what do you reckon of England's new beater? He's a bit sure of himself isn't he?" Ron asked turning the subject to Quidditch.
Hermione rolled her eyes and pulled out her Standard Book of spells, Grade Seven and began to flick through the easy ones.
"You're right about the fact he is a bit sure of himself, but he's mighty fast on the field!" Harry answered.
"Suppose you're right on that one, but a player who thinks more of himself than the game is heading straight for the benches," Ron pointed out.
"What? Like you Weasley?" snarled a cool voice.
The three looked up and to their dismay a drawling silver blonde haired seventeen year old leaned lazily against the compartment door frame. As always, Malfoy was ready to insult the three with his crude comments. He too had changed over the years. Loosing his scrawny look and donning on an athletic build. His hair was slicked back as usual though but his trade mark smirk had been modified to be a seductive one as many of the Slytherin girls fell at his feet like he was a sex God, or at least he acted like one. None of the three Gryffindors doubted he had nailed every one of the girls in his house.
"I don't think anyone asked for your opinion Malfoy," Ron growled through gritted teeth.
Harry shifted in his seat ready to grab Ron if he decided to pounce.
"But Weasley, it's the truth is it not?" Malfoy said merely looking bored.
"Go away Malfoy, I don't think any of us here scheduled for a ferret meeting toady," Hermione said calmly from behind her enormous book.
Draco Malfoy's cheek flushed a tiny bit with red. Even though it had been at least two years ago since the incident with Moody, he was still a bit touchy about it.
"If you know what's good for you Mudblood, you'll keep your mouth shut," Malfoy spat.
There was simultaneous movement in the compartment. Ron leapt forward taking Harry with him who had unfortunately grabbed his collar only to be dragged with him. Hermione had slammed her book shut and held her wand to Malfoy, as did Ron and Harry though Harry was still clambering up from the floor.
"Get lost Malfoy, you're not wanted here," Harry said trying to hold back his anger.
Malfoy kept his cool, "Don't want to play like children today then?"
"Look who's talking," Ron spat.
Malfoy sent them all a Slytherin Prince glare before hissing his last words, "Have it your way,"
He turned on his heel and his black cloak billowed out behind him. Just as the three turned to sit back down they heard a crash and quite a few yell from the hallway outside the apartment. Curiously the three stuck their heads out of the compartment door and peered into the hallway, as did many of the other students from their own compartments. Sprawled on the floor were two tangled bodies. One belonging to Malfoy whose cheeks were flushed red again and the other belonged to someone none of the students had seen before.
"Look where you're going next time!" Malfoy snarled angrily picking himself up and practically stepping over the girl on the floor.
"I'm not the one who pranced out the compartment like a blind idiot!" the girl shot back just as angry.
Malfoy stalked off down the train while the girl rubbed her sore arms. The students were going back to their compartments, Harry, Ron and Hermione moved to help the new girl.
"Here let me help you," Harry offered an arm and helped pull her to her feet.
The girl stood up and the three took in her appearance. She was taller than Hermione but shorter than the two boys. Her longish auburn hair was pulled back in a high messy pony tail and she donned a simple knee high white pleated skirt and a long sleeved shirt and denim jacket. Her skin was light like Harry's but shimmered like Hermione's. But her eyes were what caught their attention most, a dazzling blackish blue that seem to dance like flames.
"Hi, I'm Hermione Granger, that's Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. Are you new? We certainly haven't seen you before," Hermione said guiding the new girl into their compartment in a friendly way.
The girl smiled and nodded, "Yeah, it's sort of a special deal. I'm only doing my seventh year here. By the way my name's Paige, Paige O'Donnell,"
They all shook hands and smiled at each other.
"You've got really cool eyes!" Harry said grinning. Paige blushed slightly, "They're contacts actually, without them I'm practically blind as a bat,"
"I don't think transferring students has ever happened at Hogwarts before," Hermione said thoughtfully.
"Looks like for once you didn't read about it Herms," Ron joked.
Paige gave them a weak smile, "Like I said, it's sort of a special deal,"
~*~*~*~
After arriving at Hogwarts and gorging themselves on a spectacular feast the students of Hogwarts moved to their elected rooms. Paige surprised many of the Gryffindors but saying she would be joining their house.
"But how do you know what house you're in?" Ron asked blankly.
"Use your head Ron, maybe Paige got sorted over the holidays," Hermione said diplomatically.
Ron and Harry looked at Paige expectantly, Paige merely nodded. She hoped that her little secret wouldn't affect the new friendship she was making.
That night as Paige finally fell into a sleep she thought about the new things that were happening. She had been welcomed into her new house with warm arms and friendly smiles. Even if she had made on enemy already it was the least of her worries. The silver blonde haired boy she had crashed into on the train was probably just a snotty little brat. Or that was what Paige tried keep telling herself for the next couple of weeks.
AN: Ladies and gentlemen, shippers and non-shippers. I finish my first chapter in my new series. Even if I haven't finished the others. I swear, I'll get around to it. They suck anyway.
Disclaimer: I only wished I did own something. But I do own the new chick, who I am very proud of if you ask me! But then again, I haven't got a lot to be proud of in recent times.. hmm, on with the story.
~*~Pleasure Kitten~*~
Chapter One: New school, new friends, new enemies.
Paige hummed a simple tune softly to herself as she pushed her trolley along looking for her platform. In her hand she clutched a letter with instructions on how to get to Kings Cross and how to get onto Platform Nine and Three quarters. The brick barrier between platforms ten and nine came into view and Paige looked quickly around just to make sure no one was paying her and special attention. With an excited grin Paige began to walk very quickly towards the barrier. In an instant, she fell through the brick wall and onto the busy platform on the other side. The Hogwarts Express steam train was bustling ready for its passengers. Students of all grades moved around talking and hugging their families' goodbye.
She looked around with a small twinkle in her eye at the magic surrounding her. She was finally with the ones she could call her own. With a secretive past Paige was ready to start fresh. Not that she didn't enjoy some particular parts of her past, it was just that she wasn't too proud to tell people straight off the bat. As these thoughts floated around she giggled. Maybe, if there was anyone worth her skills she would have a little 'play' with Hogwarts' seniors.
Paige shook her head, her mind had stayed with its occasional dirty thoughts even if she had tried her best to change. She tried not to look much of a slut as she used to, nor did she try and talk like one. Her appearance now was a simple one. Her nature kinder and gentle. But she could not deny it when her 'sultrier' side peaked through when she was aroused. No, she would never deny the way she acted when someone heated her.
The business of pulling her trunk onto the train was a simple one. It was the business of finding an empty compartment to reside in that troubled Paige. Nearly all of them were taken up by excited students, all of whom seemed to know each other like old friends. Paige couldn't help but feel a little but lonely. She was the new kid, and even though she was only doing her seventh year, she was as much as a stranger as the shy first years. But Paige wasn't shy, she was just going to have to ask if she could sit with some of the other students. Hopefully she could befriend them for a year and get on with her new life.
~*~*~*~
Further down the train the famous golden trio sat in their usual compartment talking happily about their summer holidays. Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter had all grown and changed over the past years. All in their own ways. Ron now sported a muscular look after joining the Quidditch team some years ago. Though he never lost his red freckles or his flaming red hair, it didn't jaunt his appearance as a young handsome man. Hermione had grown out her bushy hair and it fell past her shoulders in a sleek and golden manner. She was tall but shorter than her two best friends, and more or less, filled out her appearance. Harry never lost his wild jet black hair or his glasses but did go from skinny and lanky to muscular like Ron. As seeker and Quidditch captain he was the object of all the Gryffindor girls' hearts. (Except Hermione, it still sickened her to even look at Harry or Ron in that way)
So with warm hearts the Gryffindor three were glad to back for their final year at Hogwarts. It only meant that soon, they were all going to be adults with their own lives to lead.
"So Harry, what do you reckon of England's new beater? He's a bit sure of himself isn't he?" Ron asked turning the subject to Quidditch.
Hermione rolled her eyes and pulled out her Standard Book of spells, Grade Seven and began to flick through the easy ones.
"You're right about the fact he is a bit sure of himself, but he's mighty fast on the field!" Harry answered.
"Suppose you're right on that one, but a player who thinks more of himself than the game is heading straight for the benches," Ron pointed out.
"What? Like you Weasley?" snarled a cool voice.
The three looked up and to their dismay a drawling silver blonde haired seventeen year old leaned lazily against the compartment door frame. As always, Malfoy was ready to insult the three with his crude comments. He too had changed over the years. Loosing his scrawny look and donning on an athletic build. His hair was slicked back as usual though but his trade mark smirk had been modified to be a seductive one as many of the Slytherin girls fell at his feet like he was a sex God, or at least he acted like one. None of the three Gryffindors doubted he had nailed every one of the girls in his house.
"I don't think anyone asked for your opinion Malfoy," Ron growled through gritted teeth.
Harry shifted in his seat ready to grab Ron if he decided to pounce.
"But Weasley, it's the truth is it not?" Malfoy said merely looking bored.
"Go away Malfoy, I don't think any of us here scheduled for a ferret meeting toady," Hermione said calmly from behind her enormous book.
Draco Malfoy's cheek flushed a tiny bit with red. Even though it had been at least two years ago since the incident with Moody, he was still a bit touchy about it.
"If you know what's good for you Mudblood, you'll keep your mouth shut," Malfoy spat.
There was simultaneous movement in the compartment. Ron leapt forward taking Harry with him who had unfortunately grabbed his collar only to be dragged with him. Hermione had slammed her book shut and held her wand to Malfoy, as did Ron and Harry though Harry was still clambering up from the floor.
"Get lost Malfoy, you're not wanted here," Harry said trying to hold back his anger.
Malfoy kept his cool, "Don't want to play like children today then?"
"Look who's talking," Ron spat.
Malfoy sent them all a Slytherin Prince glare before hissing his last words, "Have it your way,"
He turned on his heel and his black cloak billowed out behind him. Just as the three turned to sit back down they heard a crash and quite a few yell from the hallway outside the apartment. Curiously the three stuck their heads out of the compartment door and peered into the hallway, as did many of the other students from their own compartments. Sprawled on the floor were two tangled bodies. One belonging to Malfoy whose cheeks were flushed red again and the other belonged to someone none of the students had seen before.
"Look where you're going next time!" Malfoy snarled angrily picking himself up and practically stepping over the girl on the floor.
"I'm not the one who pranced out the compartment like a blind idiot!" the girl shot back just as angry.
Malfoy stalked off down the train while the girl rubbed her sore arms. The students were going back to their compartments, Harry, Ron and Hermione moved to help the new girl.
"Here let me help you," Harry offered an arm and helped pull her to her feet.
The girl stood up and the three took in her appearance. She was taller than Hermione but shorter than the two boys. Her longish auburn hair was pulled back in a high messy pony tail and she donned a simple knee high white pleated skirt and a long sleeved shirt and denim jacket. Her skin was light like Harry's but shimmered like Hermione's. But her eyes were what caught their attention most, a dazzling blackish blue that seem to dance like flames.
"Hi, I'm Hermione Granger, that's Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. Are you new? We certainly haven't seen you before," Hermione said guiding the new girl into their compartment in a friendly way.
The girl smiled and nodded, "Yeah, it's sort of a special deal. I'm only doing my seventh year here. By the way my name's Paige, Paige O'Donnell,"
They all shook hands and smiled at each other.
"You've got really cool eyes!" Harry said grinning. Paige blushed slightly, "They're contacts actually, without them I'm practically blind as a bat,"
"I don't think transferring students has ever happened at Hogwarts before," Hermione said thoughtfully.
"Looks like for once you didn't read about it Herms," Ron joked.
Paige gave them a weak smile, "Like I said, it's sort of a special deal,"
~*~*~*~
After arriving at Hogwarts and gorging themselves on a spectacular feast the students of Hogwarts moved to their elected rooms. Paige surprised many of the Gryffindors but saying she would be joining their house.
"But how do you know what house you're in?" Ron asked blankly.
"Use your head Ron, maybe Paige got sorted over the holidays," Hermione said diplomatically.
Ron and Harry looked at Paige expectantly, Paige merely nodded. She hoped that her little secret wouldn't affect the new friendship she was making.
That night as Paige finally fell into a sleep she thought about the new things that were happening. She had been welcomed into her new house with warm arms and friendly smiles. Even if she had made on enemy already it was the least of her worries. The silver blonde haired boy she had crashed into on the train was probably just a snotty little brat. Or that was what Paige tried keep telling herself for the next couple of weeks.
AN: Ladies and gentlemen, shippers and non-shippers. I finish my first chapter in my new series. Even if I haven't finished the others. I swear, I'll get around to it. They suck anyway.