Now you know
By Blood-Stained Mirror
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Disclaimer: Nope, don't own them. . . . . . .except for Draco!!!
Muwhahahahahaha, he's mine!!!!!
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Okay, so I kinda revamped the story except not. So, there aren't any
major changes so no worries!
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Chapter 1. A Midsummer's Night's Dream
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She couldn't move.
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She couldn't breathe.
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She couldn't scream.
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She couldn't think.
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And she damn well couldn't run away.
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Those cold gray eyes paralyzed her. He was walking towards her.
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"Can't run now, little mouse."
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Hermione woke up. It was the same dream again and again. The cold gray eyes that made her feel so weak inside. What was the dream trying to tell her? Or was it just foreshadowing what was to come?
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Her head hurt like hell, as she stood up. She ran towards the bathroom and sacrificed to the white porcelain alter. Ah, hangovers, she never could get used to the morning after. It would be her 7th year at Hogwarts this year. And it would be the year Hermione Granger had finally decided to change. It all started with the death of her mother. And it killed the old Hermione as well.
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Life was too short, and Hermione Granger was going to make the best of it.
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Partying night after night, with boys after boys. Dancing until she was dead tired, and drinking until she threw up, then drinking even more until darkness consumed her. Waking up in foreign beds or waking up on her own bed with a stranger next to her. That was her summer life. She doubted if her old Hogwarts friends recognized her if at all.
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Her hair changed from bushy, fizzy hair into soft curls that framed her pale face nicely. She had the curves in the right places and if she were anymore thinner she'd look anorexic. Her body had a soft golden tan that seemed to make her glow. She'd put those swimsuit models on magazines to shame.
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There was a light knock on her door and her father entered.
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"Morning, honey. We'll be leaving in an hour."
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"Where to?"
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"Have you forgotten what day today is? It's September 1st."
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"AN HOUR TO GET READY? I'll need an hour to shower, an hour to do my hair, an hour to put make-up on, an hour to pick out my clothes, an hour to put on my clothes, an hour to pack, an hour to make sure I didn't leave anything behind, and an hour to..."
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"An hour to talk to yourself."
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Hermione let out a soft laugh and closed her room door as her father left. She climbed into the shower. The warm water couldn't have been anymore welcoming. September 1st, the day she'd be going back to school. Back to the confinement of the castle. Back to bookworm Granger????—
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No. One thing she would never do.
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She charmed her hair dry, and applied light mascara and lip-gloss. Then put on a mini-jean skirt and a white halter-top with heels. And placed a silver hoop earring in each of her ears.
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Robes were too confining.
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"Pack." She muttered as she made a sweeping motion over the floor with her wand. She watched as her clothes rolled themselves up and placed themselves in her trunk, neatly.
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Hermione looked around to make sure she didn't leave anything behind. "Locomotor trunk," she said and trailed it behind her to the car. She placed it in the backseat, where her black-owl, Kieryn's, cage already was.
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"Did you pack everything you need, honey?"
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"Yeah I think..."she was stopped by a soft meow. Hermione scooped up her kitten into her arms.
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"Now, I've got everything dad."
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Hermione slowly pushed the trolley towards the train. She could feel the whispers and stares already. But, she was used to it now wasn't it? She got the stares from boys all the time in her club.
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'Her club' she thought wryly. Well it almost was hers. She never had to wait in those long lines, hell the usual crowd of boys came every night to dance with her. With friends. But summer was over all too soon and she would be in the castle with her memories as they would slowly choke her to her death. Until all would be consumed in shadows.
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She shook her head. Such bad thoughts should be kept out until they were needed. Hermione climbed into the head compartment and closed the door. Unfortunate for her it wasn't empty.
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"Get out Malfoy."
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"Nice to see you too, Granger. But Miss Know-it-all, I believe that I also have the privilege to be here."
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Hermione sighed and sat across from him, avoiding his stares. She reached into her hand bag and pulled her tiny white kitten out. Lysander was her name. Hermione could feel her eyes well up with tears as she remembered how he had been named.
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It was three days before her mom was killed that she got Lysander for Hermione. She used to call Hermione Hermia and she loved Shakespeare. She named her kitten Lysander because Hermia and Lysander are meant to be together, even in death. .
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Hermione felt a cold hand wipe off her tears. Hermione looked up only to be greeted with his cool gray eyes. The eyes she could almost sink into. It was as if she was in a trance. . . . . . .
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"See something you like, Granger?"
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It was then she snapped back to reality. It was only Draco Malfoy, the detestable ferret. But she had other ways now to annoy a boy didn't she?
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"Yes." She said allowing herself to smirk at him.
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He stared at her, puzzled for a moment then let it pass. "What's his name?" he asked pointing at her kitten.
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"It's 'her'. And her name is Lysander."
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"That's quite ironical, considering Lysander is a 'him.' So where is Hermia then?"
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"Right here......Didn't know you were into muggle literature, Draco."
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"Now you know, Hermia. Besides, Shakespeare is a wizard, dumbass."
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Hermione looked at him. He was a picture of beauty with his platinum blond hair and his cool gray eyes. . . . . . . . .what was it that made his eyes so mesmerizing? She didn't know what made her do it but she put her arms around his neck and kissed him.
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He was a very good kisser.
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After what had seemed like an eternity, she pulled away. Then, reality came crashing into her once again. His arrogant smirk was the trigger of it.
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"Didn't know you wanted me that bad, Granger."
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She opened her mouth with a clever retort on the tip of her tongues then changed her mind. Two could play Draco's game.
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"Now you know, Draco." Hermione smirked arrogantly back at him then walked out of the compartment.
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She stopped when she recognized the familiar red and black haired heads. She fixed her skirt and walked in.
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"Hello, boys." She purred and sat next to Harry. She smirked. Ron was redder then his hair but Harry, being well. . . Harry, he recognized her immediately.
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"Hello, Hermione."
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"HERMIONE!!!" exclaimed Ron, snapped out of his red state. "What do you think you're doing, dressing like that? You're not suppose to......"
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"Not suppose to what?" she said, feeling a bit pissed. "Not suppose to have a life, not suppose to look pretty, not suppose to wear stuff like this 'cause I'm bookworm Granger? Well, guess what Ronald. I'm not going to be like that anymore, and if you don't accept it I'll-"
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Harry quickly cut in laying on hand on her arm. "I accept it, Hermione. I'll always accept anything you do. Because I'm your friend. Right Ron?"
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Low mumbling was his answer and Hermione sighed.
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"Talk to me whenever you want, Ron."
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As she stood up to leave, she was stopped by two girls in the entrance of the compartment.
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"Ron might not like it, but we notice you, Hermione."
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"Pansy, Parvati. What do you want?" She hissed her eyes narrowing.
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"A conversation if you please." Said Parvati and both girls nearly dragged Hermione into an empty compartment.
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"So," started Hermione, startled by their unexpected behavior.
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"Okay. So, we're part of a group called D.O.B. It's for pretty girls like us over 16. It stands for Destruction of Boys, Death of Boys,"
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"Or Date of Birth." Cut in Parvarti.
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Pansy waved her away. "Whatever. And since D.O.B sounds a lot like Dove, we call ourselves Dove."
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"Okay, so what's Dove has to do with me?" asked Hermione.
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"Well, ever since Icing left last year, you know the ol'Ravenclaw seventh year, there's the two of us. And we're not just asking you cause we need three, but because we noticed your change. And I don't know about Parvarti, but I love your outfit today."
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"I do too!" added Parvarti glaring at Pansy.
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"So, you want me to be in Dove right?" the two girls nodded their heads eagerly. "What is Dove anyways?"
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Pansy gave an evil smile. "Destruction of Boys in Hogwarts. It's simple. We use the guys before the guys use us. But the major rule is, never get desperate, get clingly and annoying like I once was, don't get too close, and never turn into a slut. It was first founded 7 years ago when four girls in separate houses made a pact of revenge after being heartbroken by their boyfriends."
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"So, the bottom line is, we screw them and leave them."
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"Right as always, Mia. You don't mind if I call you Mia do you?"
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"Not at all . . . . . wait why are you being so nice to me though? I thought you hated me."
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There was an unreadable expression on Pansy's face and a flash of grief passed through her face. "Things are different now." She whispered softly. "We're in our last year and well, I suppose I've grown up a bit, you know mind-wise." She said smiling, again. "And well, I mean this is our last year so why not make friends with new people. . . . . . . . So, are you in?"
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It was Hermione's turn to give an evil smile. "Totally." But the shadow of a lost girl that she saw behind Pansy's eyes did not leave her.
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Parvati handed over to her a silver bracelet that spelled DOVE in beautiful cursive letters. In the inside, 'Hermione 13th member' was inscribed.
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"It's pretty." She said slipping it on her left wrist.
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Parvati opened her mouth after a moment. "There is a special exception." Hermione looked up. "Draco Malfoy. You can do whatever you want to him. Cling on, pretend to be desperate, or even go out with him. Because he will never screw a girl here in Hogwarts, at least not yet."
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Hermione smirked. "Malfoy? Why don't we make a bet. We chip in 10 galleons each and the first person to fuck him senseless gets 30 galleons."
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"No one's gonna win that bet, Mia. I know. I tried nearly everything before DOVE. And I'm in his house!"
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"It's last year, Pans. We'll get him." replied Hermione, confident. No one could ever resist her non-existent charms. . . . . At least, so far. . . . .
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"Get who?" said a silky voice. All three of them jump and turned in surprise. It was Draco who was just closing the door behind him. "Hello, ladies."
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"Hey, Draco." Purred Pansy and Parvarti looking seductively at him. Hermione just smirked at him.
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"Why, Draco, I didn't know you wanted me that bad that you'd end up leaving your precious compartment to look for me."
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He walked over to her, his smirk back on. "You wish, Hermia."
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"Oh, I do, my Lysander."
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"Parting is such a sweet sorrow, that I must say good-bye till it be morrow." He whispered in her ear as he held her hand to his lips softly.
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Parvarti and Pansy gazed up to her in awe after Draco had left. "I worship you, goddess Mia." Hermione gave a mock bow. "Thank you, my trusty worshipers"
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She smiled. So, far, Pansy hadn't tried to hex her. Maybe Parvati wasn't a slut after all. And there was more to Pansy that what met her eyes. Ah, appearances. The key point of life.
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Ok, so no major changes. . . . REVIEW NOW!!! :)
By Blood-Stained Mirror
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.
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own them. . . . . . .except for Draco!!!
Muwhahahahahaha, he's mine!!!!!
.
.
.
Okay, so I kinda revamped the story except not. So, there aren't any
major changes so no worries!
.
.
.
.
.
Chapter 1. A Midsummer's Night's Dream
.
.
.
.
.
She couldn't move.
.
.
.
.
She couldn't breathe.
.
.
.
.
.
.
She couldn't scream.
.
.
.
.
.
She couldn't think.
.
.
.
.
.
And she damn well couldn't run away.
.
.
.
.
Those cold gray eyes paralyzed her. He was walking towards her.
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.
.
"Can't run now, little mouse."
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Hermione woke up. It was the same dream again and again. The cold gray eyes that made her feel so weak inside. What was the dream trying to tell her? Or was it just foreshadowing what was to come?
.
.
.
.
Her head hurt like hell, as she stood up. She ran towards the bathroom and sacrificed to the white porcelain alter. Ah, hangovers, she never could get used to the morning after. It would be her 7th year at Hogwarts this year. And it would be the year Hermione Granger had finally decided to change. It all started with the death of her mother. And it killed the old Hermione as well.
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.
.
Life was too short, and Hermione Granger was going to make the best of it.
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.
.
.
Partying night after night, with boys after boys. Dancing until she was dead tired, and drinking until she threw up, then drinking even more until darkness consumed her. Waking up in foreign beds or waking up on her own bed with a stranger next to her. That was her summer life. She doubted if her old Hogwarts friends recognized her if at all.
.
.
.
.
Her hair changed from bushy, fizzy hair into soft curls that framed her pale face nicely. She had the curves in the right places and if she were anymore thinner she'd look anorexic. Her body had a soft golden tan that seemed to make her glow. She'd put those swimsuit models on magazines to shame.
.
.
.
.
There was a light knock on her door and her father entered.
.
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.
"Morning, honey. We'll be leaving in an hour."
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"Where to?"
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.
"Have you forgotten what day today is? It's September 1st."
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.
"AN HOUR TO GET READY? I'll need an hour to shower, an hour to do my hair, an hour to put make-up on, an hour to pick out my clothes, an hour to put on my clothes, an hour to pack, an hour to make sure I didn't leave anything behind, and an hour to..."
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.
"An hour to talk to yourself."
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Hermione let out a soft laugh and closed her room door as her father left. She climbed into the shower. The warm water couldn't have been anymore welcoming. September 1st, the day she'd be going back to school. Back to the confinement of the castle. Back to bookworm Granger????—
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.
.
No. One thing she would never do.
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.
.
.
She charmed her hair dry, and applied light mascara and lip-gloss. Then put on a mini-jean skirt and a white halter-top with heels. And placed a silver hoop earring in each of her ears.
.
.
.
.
Robes were too confining.
.
.
.
.
"Pack." She muttered as she made a sweeping motion over the floor with her wand. She watched as her clothes rolled themselves up and placed themselves in her trunk, neatly.
.
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.
Hermione looked around to make sure she didn't leave anything behind. "Locomotor trunk," she said and trailed it behind her to the car. She placed it in the backseat, where her black-owl, Kieryn's, cage already was.
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"Did you pack everything you need, honey?"
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.
"Yeah I think..."she was stopped by a soft meow. Hermione scooped up her kitten into her arms.
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.
"Now, I've got everything dad."
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.
0000000000000000000000000 000000000000000
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Hermione slowly pushed the trolley towards the train. She could feel the whispers and stares already. But, she was used to it now wasn't it? She got the stares from boys all the time in her club.
.
.
.
.
'Her club' she thought wryly. Well it almost was hers. She never had to wait in those long lines, hell the usual crowd of boys came every night to dance with her. With friends. But summer was over all too soon and she would be in the castle with her memories as they would slowly choke her to her death. Until all would be consumed in shadows.
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.
She shook her head. Such bad thoughts should be kept out until they were needed. Hermione climbed into the head compartment and closed the door. Unfortunate for her it wasn't empty.
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"Get out Malfoy."
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"Nice to see you too, Granger. But Miss Know-it-all, I believe that I also have the privilege to be here."
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Hermione sighed and sat across from him, avoiding his stares. She reached into her hand bag and pulled her tiny white kitten out. Lysander was her name. Hermione could feel her eyes well up with tears as she remembered how he had been named.
.
.
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.
It was three days before her mom was killed that she got Lysander for Hermione. She used to call Hermione Hermia and she loved Shakespeare. She named her kitten Lysander because Hermia and Lysander are meant to be together, even in death. .
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.
.
Hermione felt a cold hand wipe off her tears. Hermione looked up only to be greeted with his cool gray eyes. The eyes she could almost sink into. It was as if she was in a trance. . . . . . .
.
.
.
.
"See something you like, Granger?"
.
.
.
.
It was then she snapped back to reality. It was only Draco Malfoy, the detestable ferret. But she had other ways now to annoy a boy didn't she?
.
.
.
.
"Yes." She said allowing herself to smirk at him.
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.
He stared at her, puzzled for a moment then let it pass. "What's his name?" he asked pointing at her kitten.
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"It's 'her'. And her name is Lysander."
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.
"That's quite ironical, considering Lysander is a 'him.' So where is Hermia then?"
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"Right here......Didn't know you were into muggle literature, Draco."
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"Now you know, Hermia. Besides, Shakespeare is a wizard, dumbass."
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Hermione looked at him. He was a picture of beauty with his platinum blond hair and his cool gray eyes. . . . . . . . .what was it that made his eyes so mesmerizing? She didn't know what made her do it but she put her arms around his neck and kissed him.
.
.
.
.
He was a very good kisser.
.
.
.
.
After what had seemed like an eternity, she pulled away. Then, reality came crashing into her once again. His arrogant smirk was the trigger of it.
.
.
.
.
"Didn't know you wanted me that bad, Granger."
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She opened her mouth with a clever retort on the tip of her tongues then changed her mind. Two could play Draco's game.
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"Now you know, Draco." Hermione smirked arrogantly back at him then walked out of the compartment.
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She stopped when she recognized the familiar red and black haired heads. She fixed her skirt and walked in.
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"Hello, boys." She purred and sat next to Harry. She smirked. Ron was redder then his hair but Harry, being well. . . Harry, he recognized her immediately.
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"Hello, Hermione."
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"HERMIONE!!!" exclaimed Ron, snapped out of his red state. "What do you think you're doing, dressing like that? You're not suppose to......"
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"Not suppose to what?" she said, feeling a bit pissed. "Not suppose to have a life, not suppose to look pretty, not suppose to wear stuff like this 'cause I'm bookworm Granger? Well, guess what Ronald. I'm not going to be like that anymore, and if you don't accept it I'll-"
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Harry quickly cut in laying on hand on her arm. "I accept it, Hermione. I'll always accept anything you do. Because I'm your friend. Right Ron?"
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Low mumbling was his answer and Hermione sighed.
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"Talk to me whenever you want, Ron."
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As she stood up to leave, she was stopped by two girls in the entrance of the compartment.
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"Ron might not like it, but we notice you, Hermione."
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"Pansy, Parvati. What do you want?" She hissed her eyes narrowing.
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"A conversation if you please." Said Parvati and both girls nearly dragged Hermione into an empty compartment.
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"So," started Hermione, startled by their unexpected behavior.
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"Okay. So, we're part of a group called D.O.B. It's for pretty girls like us over 16. It stands for Destruction of Boys, Death of Boys,"
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"Or Date of Birth." Cut in Parvarti.
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Pansy waved her away. "Whatever. And since D.O.B sounds a lot like Dove, we call ourselves Dove."
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"Okay, so what's Dove has to do with me?" asked Hermione.
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.
.
.
"Well, ever since Icing left last year, you know the ol'Ravenclaw seventh year, there's the two of us. And we're not just asking you cause we need three, but because we noticed your change. And I don't know about Parvarti, but I love your outfit today."
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"I do too!" added Parvarti glaring at Pansy.
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"So, you want me to be in Dove right?" the two girls nodded their heads eagerly. "What is Dove anyways?"
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Pansy gave an evil smile. "Destruction of Boys in Hogwarts. It's simple. We use the guys before the guys use us. But the major rule is, never get desperate, get clingly and annoying like I once was, don't get too close, and never turn into a slut. It was first founded 7 years ago when four girls in separate houses made a pact of revenge after being heartbroken by their boyfriends."
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.
.
.
"So, the bottom line is, we screw them and leave them."
.
.
.
.
"Right as always, Mia. You don't mind if I call you Mia do you?"
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"Not at all . . . . . wait why are you being so nice to me though? I thought you hated me."
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There was an unreadable expression on Pansy's face and a flash of grief passed through her face. "Things are different now." She whispered softly. "We're in our last year and well, I suppose I've grown up a bit, you know mind-wise." She said smiling, again. "And well, I mean this is our last year so why not make friends with new people. . . . . . . . So, are you in?"
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It was Hermione's turn to give an evil smile. "Totally." But the shadow of a lost girl that she saw behind Pansy's eyes did not leave her.
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Parvati handed over to her a silver bracelet that spelled DOVE in beautiful cursive letters. In the inside, 'Hermione 13th member' was inscribed.
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.
.
"It's pretty." She said slipping it on her left wrist.
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.
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Parvati opened her mouth after a moment. "There is a special exception." Hermione looked up. "Draco Malfoy. You can do whatever you want to him. Cling on, pretend to be desperate, or even go out with him. Because he will never screw a girl here in Hogwarts, at least not yet."
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Hermione smirked. "Malfoy? Why don't we make a bet. We chip in 10 galleons each and the first person to fuck him senseless gets 30 galleons."
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"No one's gonna win that bet, Mia. I know. I tried nearly everything before DOVE. And I'm in his house!"
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"It's last year, Pans. We'll get him." replied Hermione, confident. No one could ever resist her non-existent charms. . . . . At least, so far. . . . .
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"Get who?" said a silky voice. All three of them jump and turned in surprise. It was Draco who was just closing the door behind him. "Hello, ladies."
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"Hey, Draco." Purred Pansy and Parvarti looking seductively at him. Hermione just smirked at him.
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"Why, Draco, I didn't know you wanted me that bad that you'd end up leaving your precious compartment to look for me."
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He walked over to her, his smirk back on. "You wish, Hermia."
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"Oh, I do, my Lysander."
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"Parting is such a sweet sorrow, that I must say good-bye till it be morrow." He whispered in her ear as he held her hand to his lips softly.
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Parvarti and Pansy gazed up to her in awe after Draco had left. "I worship you, goddess Mia." Hermione gave a mock bow. "Thank you, my trusty worshipers"
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She smiled. So, far, Pansy hadn't tried to hex her. Maybe Parvati wasn't a slut after all. And there was more to Pansy that what met her eyes. Ah, appearances. The key point of life.
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