A/N: Hello beautiful readers, I'm back with another Dramione story. Yay! I wrote a Dramione one-shot a few months back (my first attempt with this pairing) and it went really well, so I thought I'd have another go. I'm not sure how long it's going to be but it's not a one-shot. I'm not going to be following original works with this story, so this will be completely AU - please don't let this put you off! It's going to be a fun ride, I promise you! :D
WARNINGS: As with all my stories, this story will contain bad language, drinking, possible drug use (I haven't decided yet), possible violence (I haven't decided yet) and it will most definitely contain EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT!
FACT: I came up with the idea for this story after watching 'Cruel Intentions (1999)' and listening to 'Every You, Every Me by Placebo' - this is also where I got the name for this story - (please listen to this song before and perhaps during reading as it's the theme for the whole story). You will definitely get a 'Cruel Intentions' vibe whilst reading but I intend to make it my own.
SIDE NOTE: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic is an all girls school in this story - I'm going with the movies instead of the books in this instance.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except the plot of this story. Special thanks to; J.K Rowling for letting me borrow her characters and world, everyone involved in the making of 'Cruel Intentions' for giving me some wicked idea's and Placebo for the most perfect song everrrrr! Beaucoup d'amour!
Sucker love means using people for sex until you get bored with them. It's the complete opposite of relationships and love. "Sucker love I always find, someone to bruise and leave behind". Sucker's dream means that the person was tricked/sucked into believing that they were in love.
~ Every You, Every Me by DMHP2014 ~
Chapter 1 - A New Beginning
Hermione stared out of the window taking in the stunning view of the majestic gardens and it's fountains before leveling her gaze on the vast mountains beyond. It looked so serene and so peaceful. She was really going to miss this place.
She focused on her muted reflection in the window pane, running her hands over the invisible creases in her light blue silk uniform before bringing her hands up to fuss over the position of her hat. She had her hair pulled to one side in a loose ponytail, her curls cascading down her left side, all the way to her waist.
"'Ermione?"
Hermione turned to look up at her Headmistress, Madame Maxime.
"Are you ready to go?" Madame Maxime asked in her thick accent.
Hermione took a deep steadying breath as she took hold of the handle on her giant chest, that was filled to the brim with all her belongings.
"Yes, I'm ready," she answered, with a sad sigh.
"Don't look so sad, you will be fine," Madame Maxime soothed. "And don't worry I'm sure your friends will be writing to you every chance they get."
Hermione nodded, swallowing thickly, as she felt her nerves begin to knot and jumble together in her stomach.
"Now take this," Madame Maxine handed her a silver spoon. "The Portkey will activate any second now."
Hermione took it, gripping it tightly in her hand. "Thank you Madame Maxine... for everything."
The Head Mistress smiled. "You're welcome, enjoy your new school, I know you will do great things there."
Suddenly, Hermione felt the peculiar sensation of being hooked somewhere behind the naval and she quickly turned her head to take one last longing look out of the window at the bright sunshine and magnificent views before she was being pulled away from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.
Draco strolled out of the Slytherin common room, feeling wonderfully fresh and clean after his hot shower. He was intent on making it to breakfast on time this morning as he had been woken up at an ungodly hour for Quidditch practice and was now absolutely famished after his vigorous workout.
He had just cleared the top of the dungeon staircase when someone stepped out in front of him, blocking his path.
"Draco," was growled through gritted teeth.
The blond sighed internally before smiling and looking down into the irate face of Lavender Brown.
"Lavender, to what do I owe the pleasure?"
Lavender narrowed her eyes at his cheerful tone. "Where were you last night?" she demanded, crossing her arms across her chest. "You were supposed to meet me outside the Prefects bathroom."
"Ah yes," Draco muttered regretfully. "I had an assignment that's due today and it took longer to finish than I expected -"
"That's bullshit! -" she exploded, causing several students nearby to turn and stare at them.
Draco pursed his lips as he tucked his hands inside his trouser pockets.
"- I checked the Library and you weren't there and I know for a fact that you weren't in the Slytherin common room or your dorm room, so don't even think about lying to me!" she ranted.
He raised an eyebrow at her - How on earth could she possibly know that?
Draco opened his mouth to speak but abruptly closed it as Lavender suddenly burst into tears.
"You're cheating on me, aren't you?" she wailed.
"What?" he scoffed, glancing around at all the eyes that were currently staring at him. "No, of course not," he pulled her into his chest and rubbed her back soothingly as he looked up towards the heavens.
She wrapped her arms around his waist and sobbed into his school jumper loudly. "There's rumors going around that you were with Helen Dawlish last night."
"That's... Ridiculous," Draco brushed it off as if he thought the whole thing was... well, ridiculous.
He narrowed his eyes at his mate Theo who walked past humping the air whilst guffawing loudly.
"Draco, tell me it isn't true?" she pleaded desperately. "Because if it is, I'll just... die!"
"It isn't true," he told her.
"Do you promise?" she asked, looking up at him through red rimmed eyes.
He gazed down at her, his silver eyes bright with sincerity. "Cross my heart and hope to die."
She let out a shaky breath before giving him a watery smile. "Oh, thank god," she sighed dramatically. "So, where were you last night then?" she asked without missing a beat.
"I was in one of the empty classrooms on the 7th floor, finishing my assignment, I couldn't get any peace and quiet in the dungeons so I went up there instead. I did plan to meet you outside the Prefects bathroom but time ran away with me."
"Oh," she muttered and then giggled as she wiped away a few stray tears. "I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions. It's just when Parvati told me that Padma overheard Helen bragging about spending the night with you, I didn't know what to do or think. I was just so upset."
"Don't worry baby, you're the only girl for me," he stated and cupped her face in his hands, rubbing small circles on her cheek with his right thumb. "Let's just forget about it now, okay?" he breathed as he brought his lips down to hers, capturing them in a heat filled kiss.
She moaned softy when he tilted her head back and brushed his tongue against hers, swirling it expertly. After a few moments he broke away and she gazed up at him dazedly. "Will you meet me tonight?" she asked breathlessly.
"Absolutely."
She smiled dreamily.
"Lavender! Come on, we've got to go!" Parvati yelled from down the corridor.
"Coming!" she called out.
"I've got to go," she sighed regretfully, then leaned up and pecked him on the lips. "Same place, same time?" she asked as she backed away from him.
In answer he nodded, giving her a winning smile, which was all perfect pearly white teeth and dimples.
At the sight, Lavender literally melted on the spot.
She sighed happily, biting her bottom lip as she turned to jog towards Parvati.
The minute the two girls disappeared around the corner, Draco's smile disappeared, taking on a bored expression.
"Well that was close," came an amused voice.
Draco turned to see Pansy stepping out of an alcove, where she had clearly just been spying on the couple.
"You're lucky she's a dumb bitch, otherwise that would have ended badly for you... and your wallet. Finishing an assignment? Really?" she snorted like the concept was ludicrous.
Draco shrugged indifferently. "It worked, didn't it?"
"Just... But you should be more careful in future," she warned.
He let out an unconcerned puff of air, before looking her up and down.
She narrowed her eyes. "Don't get too cocky now."
Draco sneered. "I've got this," he assured her before taking on a thoughtful expression. "However, I do wonder who started the rumor about me spending the night with Dawlish?" he mused aloud. "Because it definitely wasn't Padma. She would have at least got her facts straight before opening her mouth - anyone who's anyone knows Helen Dawlish is a rug-muncher and seeing as I don't have a cunt she'd hardly be cavorting with me... although, if given some time, I'm sure I'd be able to coax her back on the cock."
Pansy rolled her eyes, seemingly uninterested in what he was saying as she brushed passed him towards the great hall but as she did so Draco whipped his hand out, grabbing her arm and pulling her back towards him as he spun her around and pushed her flush against the wall.
He pressed his body firmly into hers as he trailed a finger down the side of her face and across her parted lips.
"Do you have any idea who might have started the rumor?" he asked curiously, his minty breath tickling her face.
She sneered and he chuckled darkly.
"Because I think you do."
"You tricked me," she accused.
"I didn't trick you, I just fed you false information. It's not my fault you decided to spread it around the school. You should really get your facts straight in future," he smirked.
"Whatever, I know you were fucking someone last night. Who was it?"
"That's for me to know and for you to - well, you can do what you want, I don't much care," he trailed his finger down her neck now, running it over her fitted school shirt and between her full breast. "I didn't realize we were playing dirty this time round," he commented lightly, fully concentrated on his task at hand as he wiggled his finger into one of the gaps in between the buttons on her shirt.
"If you thought we weren't playing dirty then why did you tell me you were fucking Helen Dawlish last night, when clearly you weren't?" Pansy gritted out as she smacked his roaming finger away.
"Oh that wasn't playing dirty, I was simply testing you and you failed. Miserably, I might add."
She shrugged. "Well, what can I say, there's a lot at stake."
"Oh come on, it's not that bad. I have more to lose than you."
"No you don't. If I win, I get your broom but you can easily go out and buy another one. Yet if you win, you get something that I can never get back, something I will never be able to use against you again. My loss is far greater than yours."
"But I've broken this broom in, if I have to buy a new one it will take weeks to get it flying the way I want it to... I must admit though, you're right. Your loss is far greater," Draco smirked wickedly, bringing his finger up to her lips and inserting it in her mouth. "Suck it," he ordered huskily. "Go on," he encouraged. "Give me a little taster of what to expect if I win and I'll forget all about the rumor you started."
Pansy looked up into his grey eyes, staring at him long and hard, before she finally sucked his finger all the way into her mouth, her lips wrapping around his knuckle as she swirled her tongue around and around before dragging her teeth up the entire length and kissing the tip.
Draco gazed down at her, mouth slightly agape as the bell tower began to signal the end of breakfast.
The blond snapped his head in the direction of the great hall as hordes of students began to exit through the large doors.
"Fuck," he growled. "I missed breakfast."
Pansy smirked and pushed him away from her with a hard shove.
He scowled down at her. "Remember, you have three days to bed Longbottom and then fuck him off."
"Yes, and you have three days to get Brown to confess her love for you before you break her heart," she replied in a sad mocking tone.
Draco let out an amused puff of air. "It's pretty much a done deal. Your going to lose this one and it's going to be to my great pleasure," Draco practically purred. Then, in a crude gesture, he began to pump his first in front on his mouth whilst simultaneously pushing his tongue into his cheek.
Pansy narrowed her eyes and gritted her teeth. "We'll see about that."
Draco laughed loudly as his strolled off in the direction of the kitchen.
Hermione landed gracefully in what was clearly an office.
"Miss Granger, welcome. You're right on time," came a stern voice.
Hermione turned towards the sound, bowing her head graciously.
"I'm Professor McGonagall, unfortunately Professor Dumbledore had some urgent business to attend to so he asked me to step in. Now if you would please follow me, we don't have much time, your first class is about to start."
"My first class?" Hermione asked taken aback. "But I'm not starting classes right away, am I?"
"Yes, why is there a problem, Miss Granger?" Professor McGonagall asked her brow puckered.
"It's just I don't have my new uniform yet," she looked down at her light blue Beauxbatons uniform, feeling horrified.
She couldn't walk around like this, she would stick out like a sore thumb! Surly everyone would stare.
"You won't get your uniform until you have been sorted into a house and seeing as Professor Dumbledore will be away from the castle all day, you will have to wear your Beauxbatons uniform today," she informed Hermione in a no-nonsense manner. "You will be expected to go to Professor Dumbledore's office straight after dinner tonight, there you will be sorted and given your Hogwarts uniform. Your school tie will reflect your house."
Hermione gawked at the Professor for a brief moment before nodding her head quickly. After all, who was she to argue with a teacher?
"Good. Follow me," Professor McGonagall walked to the door of her office, holding it open as she waited for Hermione to catch up. "Leave your chest there, the house-elves will take it to your new dorm room later."
Hermione nodded and took a deep steadying breath as she ran her hands over the front of her uniform, then she exited the office, entering the corridors of Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry.
As she walked through the corridors, Hermione greedily took in as much of Hogwarts castle as she could.
It was huge, bigger than the Chateau in France - even though the studentship was a lot smaller here at Hogwarts. She had to admit that the castle had quite a dark, eerie, feel about it but was certainly grand nonetheless. She supposed it was just because she was used to the light furnishings and brightness of the Chateau. Where as here everything was dark - the furniture, the stone walls, even the stain glassed windows and it didn't help that it was a dull and rainy day outside.
For the past week, Hermione had been reading 'Hogwarts: A History' in hopes of preparing herself for her new school. She had actually learnt quite a lot. However, she didn't think it was going to help her fit in anymore than if she hadn't read it but at least now she was eager to explore the castle and it's grounds, where as before she had just been completely dreading attending Hogwarts.
In all honesty she thought it was kind of pointless. She only had one year left of education, so why she couldn't just finish it off in France at Beauxbatons was beyond her. Her mother and father had opened up a new dental practice in Edinburgh and had decided to sell their home in France and move closer to the new business. Hermione had thought that the whole thing was great... that was until her parents had interfered and requested a transfer to Hogwarts for her last school year - apparently they liked the idea of her not being too far away, which was ridiculous because with Magic you were never too far away - from anywhere - but they were muggles and, rather unfortunately, were stuck in their ways. They had told her to look at it as an adventure and a way to meet new and different people but all Hermione could see was a whole lot of bother and stress, as now, not only did she have to make new friends and try to fit in, in this alien place, but she also had her N.E.W.T.s. coming up at the end of the year. She simply didn't have time for all this, she needed all her concentration focused solely on her exams.
But alas, she was here now and there was no point in whinging about it anymore, after all she had done enough if that in the last few weeks.
"Your first class today will be Ancient Runes with Professor Babbling," Professor McGonagall suddenly spoke, pulling Hermione from her thoughts. "Here is your class schedule -" she handed Hermione a piece of parchment. "- I received your request to take up Alchemy but unfortunately there wasn't sufficient demand for the subject but your request for Arithmancy has been accepted.
Hermione was bummed about Alchemy but happy that she was able to secure Ancient Runes and Arithmancy as her electives. "Thank you, Professor McGonagall."
"Ah, just the person I wanted to see," Professor McGonagall said as a beautiful dark haired girl approached them, smiling sweetly.
Hermione glanced around at the handful of students that loitered in the corridor, openly staring at her like she was some foreign creature they'd never seen before.
"Off to class you lot," the dark haired girl ordered firmly. "You're going to be late."
The students mumbled as they disappeared into various classrooms. Professor McGonagall had a slight look of approval on her face.
"Good morning Professor McGonagall, I was told you wanted to see me?" the girl stopped in front of them, not paying Hermione one iota of attention.
"Yes, this here is Hermione Granger, she has just transferred here from Beauxbatons. Hermione, this is Hogwarts' Head Girl, Pansy Parkinson."
Pansy flicked her blue eyes to the curly haired girl in front of her, slowly taking in her light blue uniform and hat. "Hello Hermione, welcome to Hogwarts," she greeted charmingly enough before smiling brightly, but despite her cheery disposition, Hermione got a funny feeling about her, like something was off.
"Hello, it's nice to meet you Pansy," she responded courteously but in her mind she was already beginning to not like the other girl - although she couldn't at that moment tell you why.
Hermione was like that, she mostly decided whether she liked someone based on first impressions, that way she didn't have anything clouding her judgement.
"Pansy, I would like you to help Hermione out this week - give her a tour of the castle, help her get to classes and the like, just until she finds her bearings."
"Certainly," Pansy smiled, like she'd enjoy nothing more. "Have you been sorted into a house yet?" she asked Hermione.
"No, I'm meeting with Headmaster Dumbledore after dinner tonight to be sorted and retrieve my new uniform."
"Excellent. Do you have a particular house in mind?"
"Um, no, not really," she admitted, although she was positive that she didn't want to be in Slytherin but obviously didn't say it out loud. She glanced down at Pansy green and silver tie, before quickly looking back up to her face.
The Slytherin girls mouth twitched knowingly.
"Right, you girls best be off, class has just started," McGonagall informed them. "Good luck Miss Granger, if you need anything at all, Pansy is more than capable to help."
Hermione nodded and smiled. "Thank you."
Then Professor McGonagall disappeared, leaving the two girls alone on the third floor corridor.
"So which class do you have first?" Pansy asked as they approached the grand staircase.
"Ancient Runes," Hermione answered distractedly as she watched in fascination as the staircase in front of them detached itself and began to move.
"Well that's easy enough because so do I."
Once the staircase settled again, the girls ascended the stairs to the sixth floor as Pansy went over Hermione's class schedule, filing her in on all the Professors and what they were learning in each subject.
As it turned out they were in a few classes together.
"Your uniform is nice. I wish we had uniforms like that here at Hogwarts, ours are so dull and unoriginal," Pansy complained.
"This uniform is a bit of a pain though," Hermione admitted. "The silk creases easily so you're forever casting de-wrinkle charms and the hats don't stay put," as if proving a point Hermione's hat slid to the side, causing her to sigh. "See."
Pansy giggled. "Here, let me help."
The Slytherin girl pulled some bobby pins out of her pocket and raised her wand to spell them into Hermione's hair, effectively pinning the hat securely to her head.
"There, how does that feel?"
Hermione wiggled her head from side to side. "Perfect," she raised her brows in surprised when it didn't budge. "Thank you."
Suddenly she felt a small stab of sadness as she remember that her best friend Jasmine, at Beauxbatons, always used to be the one to fix her hat for her.
"Are you okay?" Pansy asked, sensing Hermione's down turned mood.
"Yes, sorry, I was just thinking about..." she trailed off.
"This must be hard for you," Pansy began softly, placing a comforting hand on Hermione's arm. "Leaving your friends behind, moving to a new school and not knowing anyone... It's tough... But trust me when I say this, you will be fine. In a week or so you'll be all settled in and wondering why you were ever worried in the first place."
"Yes, I'm sure you're right," Hermione smiled but it didn't quite reach her eyes.
"Look, I'm sure you have heard some horrible rumors about house rivalry here at Hogwarts and probably some ghastly stories about my house, Slytherin. I can assure you that all that stuff is in the past, all those silly prejudices died when Harry Potter unwittingly killed he-who-must-not-be-named when he was only a baby. I mean, we do have a bit of house rivalry but it's healthy and at the end of the day it's just fun and games, we all love each other really."
Hermione was surprised to hear this - she had actually been a little concerned when reading about how house rivalry had been positively dire in the past but was very glad to now learn that that wasn't the case anymore.
This time when Hermione smiled, it lit up her entire face.
Pansy actually didn't seem bad at all, she was actually really nice, and Hermione felt terrible about her initial misgivings.
"Tell me about Slytherin," Hermione asked her, intrigued.
Pansy smirked playfully. "Well, we have won the house cup four years in a row. Both head girl -" she indicated herself. "- and head boy are in Slytherin. Our Quidditch team is by far the best..."
The Slytherin girl continued to tell Hermione all about her house and their accomplishments over the years and by the time they reached the Ancient Runes classroom, Hermione was wishing fervently that she would be placed in Slytherin.
After an embarrassing introduction from Professor Babbling, which had Hermione flushing red, she was finally able to take a seat and she did so quickly by choosing the empty one next to Pansy at the back of the classroom.
She glanced around nervously as she noticed several students staring at her, most of them boys... Boys.
Beauxbatons was an all girls school, so it was beyond weird to be schooling with the opposite sex. She could literally smell them - weird though that was - but she could. It was a deep earthy scent, that was practically invading her senses.
"Now if you could please copy down the Runes on the board," Professor Babbling began. "I'll give you fifteen minutes to try and decipher them before we go over them together."
As Hermione set to work copying down the Runes, she heard the classroom door open behind her as a small gust of cold air blew through the room, making her shiver before it closed quietly again with a click.
At first she didn't bother to look up, too engrossed in her task, but when her scalp began to prickle with a peculiar sensation like someone was watching her, she turned around.
The first thing Hermione noticed was a pair of silver/grey eyes, that were so light they literally looked as if they were glowing. She stared into them for what felt like long moments before her brain finally began to register a few other things; short platinum blond hair, pale alabaster skin, strong chiseled jawline, sharp cheekbones and a smirking mouth.
"Mr Malfoy, nice of you to join us. Where, may I ask, have you been?" Professor Babbling asked crossing her arms and raising her brow.
Without taking his striking silver eyes off her, the blond began to speak in a low deep voice that sent tingles down her spine. "I had Quidditch practice this morning and missed breakfast, so I went to get some food," he informed the Professor whilst slowly looking Hermione up and down.
Hermione shifted in her seat awkwardly, feeling rather uncomfortable under his penetratingly intense gaze.
"So, you thought sneaking into the Kitchens - which is forbidden, I might add - was more important than getting to class on time?" she asked, disappointment heavy in her tone.
The blond turned his head towards the Professor and shrugged. "I was hungry," he stated simply.
Professor Babbling sighed explosively. "Just sit down Draco and copy the Runes off the bored."
Hermione gaped at the Professor - was she just going to let him get away with that? That would have never been allowed at Beauxbatons.
She heard a throat being cleared and turned towards the sound.
"You're in my seat," the blond told her as she looked up at him through her eyelashes.
"Oh!" she said a little too loudly, drawing a lot of unwanted attention. "I'm sorry." She began to gather her things but stopped and looked up at him when she heard a deep chuckle escape his mouth.
She was momentarily stunned. He was absolutely gorgeous. There was no doubt about it.
"Don't worry," he grinned, flashing perfect white teeth. "I'll let you off this time," and he gave her a wink.
"Draco," Pansy rolled her eyes at the tall blond. "Just sit down will you."
His eyes flicked to Pansy as he bit his bottom lip, then he reached over Hermione and snagged the Slytherin girl's quill out of her hand. "Thank you," he said graciously, before straightening up.
Draco just managed to jump out of the way before Pansy clocked him one. "Git," she hissed as he laughed and took the seat across the way from Hermione.
Hermione could smell, the woody, musky scent of his aftershave as he leaned across her - it was heady and rousing and made her inhale deeply to get more of it into her nostrils.
Hermione surreptitiously watched out of the corner of her eye as he pulled a piece of parchment toward him and began to copy the Runes off the board with his ill-gotten quill.
His blond locks fell messily into his eyes as he leaned over the table to dip his quill into another students ink pot. The brown haired girl didn't seem to mind though as she shook her head at him in amusement.
Hermione continued to watch as his lips turned pouty, a little line forming between his brow, and she realized it was because he was concentrating. Every so often he would run his free hand through is hair, clearly trying to get it out of his eyes, but it just kept falling back down.
Hermione let out a small breathy laugh as an annoyed expression clouded his features but quickly looked away from him when he glanced up at her with suspicious eyes.
She kept her eyes on her work for a good few seconds before she thought it was safe to look up again - how wrong she was, because he was staring right at her with a raised questioning brow.
She sucked in a sharp breath and flushed crimson at being caught, causing him to smirk in amusement. She looked away feeling mortified.
After giving herself a good talking to, Hermione averted her attention from the insanely attractive blond and back to her school work but not before noticing that, Draco - that's what she heard Professor Babbling and Pansy call him - was wearing a green and silver tie.
Draco sneakily followed Pansy into the Prefects bathroom before quietly closing and locking the door behind him.
"What are you doing?" he spoke lowly in her ear as he came up behind her.
Pansy jumped about a meter in the air before turning around furiously. "Draco! What the fuck? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" she yelled angrily.
Draco raised an eyebrow. "You're a bit jumpy," he commented mildly.
"Well yeah, that tends to happen when someone sneaks up on you like a creepy weirdo!"
Draco smirked wickedly as he slowly began to circle her before stopping to pull her back, flush against his chest.
He carefully pulled her long dark hair to one side before burying his face in the crook of her neck, slowly dragging his nose and lips up to her ear as his right hand came up to palm her left breast.
"Your heart is positively thundering in your chest," he breathed hotly against the shell of her ear.
An involuntary shiver rippled down her spine as her lips parted and eyes fell shut.
"You should probably get it seen too," he suggested before pushing her away roughly.
She growled in annoyance. "What do you want Draco?" she asked crossing her arms.
"What, can't a guy see how his favorite girl's doing?" he retorted.
She pursed her lips. "I'm fine. Now goodbye," she said shooing him away with her hands.
"Now, hold on a minute," he tutted and she sighed explosively. "What's the rush?" he grinned, pausing a moment as he tucked his hands into his trouser pockets and leaned casually against the wall. "How was lunch? What did you have to eat?" he asked pleasantly. To anyone else it would seem like he was genuinely interested but she knew better.
"It was great. I had a tofu salad," she deadpanned.
"Sounds... delicious," he commented, nose wrinkling slightly.
She gazed at him, waiting.
"Oh," he said as if suddenly remembering something. "I couldn't help but notice that you've made a new friend today -"
"I knew it!" she exploded.
"Excuse me?"
"The only reason you've followed me in here is to ask me about Hermione!" Pansy accused.
Draco scoffed at her assumption but couldn't help but ask. "Her name's Hermione, ey?" he let out an amused puff of air. "So, what's her story then?"
Pansy shrugged. "Apart from the obvious - that she transferred here from Beauxbatons - I have no idea. She seems a bit soft though, you know, like a bit of push over."
Draco hummed in thought. "She hasn't been sorted into a house yet?" he asked.
"No, she get's sorted tonight after dinner."
"What are your thoughts?"
"Probably Hufflepuff," she answered snidely.
Draco frowned. "That would be rather unfortunate."
"Aww, why? Have you already got her lined up as your next conquest?" Pansy teased.
"Not if she's in Hufflepuff," Draco screwed up his face in disgust.
"What's funny is I've been talking up Slytherin all morning, telling her about all our accomplishments and I swear, at first, it seemed like just the thought of being placed in Slytherin scared the shit out of her... but now," she laughed. "I'm certain she doesn't want to be placed anywhere else."
Draco laughed. "Really?"
"Yeah, but there's no way she'll be sorted into Slytherin. I mean, come on."
"Well that doesn't matter, just as long as she's not sorted into Hufflepuff."
Pansy rolled her eyes. "Don't get your hopes up."
Draco left shortly after that, lots of thoughts running through his mind. One being, that he needed to get Lavender to confess her love and quick, so he could get rid of her and claim his prize. Second being, would the girl from Beauxbatons - Hermione - be his next conquest? - he wasn't sure yet. She had definitely managed to piqued his interests but regretfully she seemed a bit too easy. Ideally, he wanted more of a challenge, he was sick and tired of girls falling at his feet, it was simply no fun anymore.
Draco ginned wickedly as he spied Lavender standing outside the Charms classroom with her friends.
"Hey baby," he greeted smoothly as he neared her. "Want to skip class with me?"
The rest of the day went okay, all things considered, the staring and the questions was a bit bothersome but that was to be expected.
Hermione enjoyed the classes she had attended that day and all the Professor she had met so far seemed really nice. However, she had't met the Potions Professor yet, apparently he could be a nasty piece of work and it just so happened he was the head of Slytherin house and openly favored them above all.
Pansy had introduced Hermione to Daphne Greenhouse, Tracey Davis and Millicent Bulstrode, who were good friends of hers - and they, of course, were all Slytherins. They seemed nice enough, although Millicent was rather quiet and if Hermione was being honest kind of scary.
In fact, most of the Slytherin's she had come across, were a little... not necessarily scary but they made her feel wary and cautious. It was strange.
Hermione, had found her eyes constantly straying to one Slytherin in particular whenever he was in her vicinity and that Slytherin was the handsome blond she had met that morning in Ancient Runes. She just found him so fascinating - which was ridiculous yet true nonetheless - but for the life of her she couldn't figure out why, which in turn just made him even more fascinating.
Yes, he was other-worldly gorgeous, with his unusual striking features and pale skin but that wasn't the only thing that was drawing her in. He had this highly mysterious air and confidence about him that she'd never seen in a person before - it was everything, his facial expressions, the way he moved and spoke... he was utterly captivating and she quickly learned that she wasn't the only one who thought so.
It was interesting to discover that one of Draco's best friends was Harry Potter... as in the Harry Potter - who vanquished the dark lord and saved them all from a hellish, terror filled, future when he was not even one year old. Of course, she already knew a lot of things about Harry Potter, after all who didn't? He was famous and a modern day hero.
She noticed that Harry pretty much kept to himself and his small group of friends, it was widely known that he didn't like his celebrity status and always kept a low profile. He too was in Slytherin, which was something she hadn't know about him before today and found quite intriguing.
At dinner, Hermione sat with Pansy and the other girls, listening as Daphne and Tracey gushed about how Harry and Draco were the star players on the Slytherin Quidditch team and the sole reason that Slytherin won almost every match. Draco was a chaser and Harry was their Seeker and Quidditch Captain. They pair of them sounded like they were forces to be reckoned with.
Hermione had gazed up and down the table looking for Draco and Harry but they were no where to be found.
"Are you almost finished," Pansy asked. "We should probably get going, it's a bit of a walk to the Headmasters office."
Hermione nodded eagerly, she was desperate to find out which house she was going to be sorted into.
Both girls made it to the Headmasters office within fifteen minutes, there was a sofa outside the door at the top of the moving spiral staircase and Pansy told Hermione she would wait for her there and escort her to the entrance of her house common room once she was finished.
"Ah, Miss Granger, welcome," Professor Dumbledore greeted pleasantly.
"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore," Hermione bowed her head graciously.
She couldn't quite believe she was standing in front of Albus Dumbledore - he was legendary and rightfully so.
"How was your first day?" he asked, blue eyes twinkling behind his half-moon spectacles.
"Oh it was wonderful," she smiled. "My Professors are lovely and Pansy has been most welcoming and helpful."
"Very good," he smiled warmly.
"Now I'm sure you're eager to settle down for the night after this new and exciting day, please, take a seat and I shall fetch the sorting hat."
Hermione did as she was told as she clenched her hands tightly together in anticipation. She had read all about the sorting hat and the sorting ceremony that was conducted at the beginning of every school year for the first years. Although she wouldn't get to experience the full spectacle that was the sorting ceremony, she was still excited nonetheless.
"Are you ready Miss Granger?" Professor Dumbledore asked as he walked back towards her with an old weathered looking hat carefully clutched in his hand.
She nodded taking a deep breath.
Once the hat was placed on her head, it immediately began to talk.
"Well, what do we have here?" it spoke in a low intrigued voice. "Hmmmm. Intelligent, very intelligent. Ambitious too - I can see that you know what you want and you aren't afraid to get it."
"Please put me in Slytherin, please, please," she muttered under her breath.
"Slytherin ey?" the hat asked. "Are you sure?... Yes, I can see it, you would be great. But Gryffindor is also a perfect match. Hmmmmm, difficult, very difficult. Where to put you?"
"Slytherin, Slytherin, Slytherin," she chanted in a whisper.
The hat laughed low and dark. "Okay, if you're sure... but remember... to show cunning can be awfully unbecoming, yet sometimes it's the only thing keeping you from running, stay strong and resolute and you will fear for nothing, but show them that you're bluffing and nothing will stop them coming."
Hermione felt a chill run down her spine at the hats riddled words, even though she didn't quite understand what they meant, she knew it wasn't good.
"I suppose it better be... SLYTHERIN!" the hat yelled out and Hermione could hear a distinct clap as Dumbledore congratulated her.
A/N: Sooooo, what do you think of the first chapter? Should I continue or not? The fate of this story lies in your hands :) please review and let me know your thoughts!