"Great...No that is just great!" Hermione sighed, flapping her timetable onto the table at the great hall, "Not only do we have potions with slytherin this year, but defence against the dark arts and ancient runes." she whined.
Harry shook his head miserabely, whilst sipping his pumpkin juice.
"Whoever designed this timetable can shove it up their arse." Ron cursed, whilst wolfing down his bacon.
"For goodness sake Ronald, can you please refrain from using those expletives at the dinner table." Hermione retorted, frowning at the ginger-locked boy.
She finished eating her breakfast, bid her farewells to her friends and left the table walking briskly to the Gryffindor common room. This was the start of a new year and she didn't want to be late to her first class. She walked to ancient runes, wishing that Harry and Ron, her two best friends didn't drop it last year. The teacher was writing the topic on the blackboard, as she settled down into the front row of the class pulling her textbook out.
"Ah Hermione, trust you to be here ten minutes early for the lesson on the first day back!" the proffesor exclaimed.
Hermione smiled weakly, not knowing what to say from the mild insult and the awkward tension in the room. She opened her textbook and pretended to be reading the next chapter which she had learnt off by heart in the summer, when the class started to slowly fill up.
"So class, as you know your NEWTS are coming up this year and although you may have got an outstanding for your OWLs, that does not mean you will automatically get the same in a NEWT. They are harder and you will have to do more wider reading and work independantly." The proffesor smiled enthusiastically.
The class groaned with the lecture they were receiving and reluctantly started to do the exercise they were set. Hermione checked her answers at the back of her book and did a mental punch in the air when she got them all right.
She turned over to the next page when the door of the classroom opened. Malfoy swaggered in with a smirk on his face.
"Ah Mr Malfoy, I am glad you finally joined us please take a seat." the professor joked, his sapphire eyes twinkling.
Draco walked down the isle bathing in the attention his classmates were giving him, especially the girls he noticed. He smirked smugly when he heard Parvarti Patil let out a small sigh, as he sat down in his chair. She wasn't the first girl that he made sigh like that and she definitely wouldn't be the last. You see, Malfoy, was what you would call, a ladies man, his catchphrase being chase, shag, dump repeat. But lets face it he never really had to chase did he, the girls virtually threw themselves at him. And the girls that played 'hard-to-get', eventually lost their will and came to him for a night of passion they would never forget.
So it was a bit of an understatement to say the slytherin prince had quite of a reputation. He was literally a walking orgasm. It took Professor Vector a whole 5 minutes to settle the class back down into doing the exercise, after the little parade of Malfoy strutting down the isle of the classroom. The girls were busy fanning themselves, even though the September day was cold and harsh. Hermione rolled her eyes at the shallowness of the girls and plunged back into the enthralling exercise and scribbled away.
Draco was disgusted. His father had insisted that he returned to Hogwarts this year, even though it was a complete waste of time. In Draco's eyes, Ancinet runes was a pathetic excuse of a subject. He started doing the exercise and groaned after he got to the second question. He believed that people that were as superior as he was, should not be forced to undergo such labours.
"Pssst. Blaise what did you get for question 2?" Draco asked
"The answers are in the back of the book you utter idiot." Blaise retorted at the stereotypical blonde.
Draco sent a crooked smile at Blasie, his best friend and copied the answers onto his page. The lesson dragged on for what seemed like forever, until finally, the professor dismissed them.
Hermione got up from her chair, knocked into her desk and all her papers went fluttering down to the floor. She sighed and bent down to retrieve her work. The slytherin boys wolf whistled at her ass and started cat-calling her. She flushed with embarrassment.
"Since when did Granger get such a nice ass?" Blaise commented to Draco.
Draco smirked as he examined her closely. She had changed over the summer. Her once disproportionated body had become curvy and voluptuous. She wasn't one of these girls that had a flat stomach and no tits, she had a figure. She was sexy.
Draco shook his head at the absurd thoughts he was thinking. She was Granger. She was an insufferable know-it-all and that would never change.
"Shame she is still a mudblood." he said back to Blaise, as he swaggered out the room.
Hermione quickly got all her belongings and marched out the room, her face as red as Ron's hair. She walked down the corridor heading to the Gryffindor common room, unaware that a pair of ice grey eyes were watching her with a mild fascination.