Forced Secrets
Disclaimer: None of the characters in this story belong to me. Don't sue me; I am just 'borrowing' them…
A/N: Argh. There are times I really hate ff.net. really I do. They deleted this story because I had the 'bright' idea to say that I was going to put up a new chapter in a few days. Figures. So now I have to repost it all. Wahh, I lost my reviews!!!! I am just happy that I keep all of this on my computer. Anyways, all of you who might be reading this for the first time, I hope you enjoy this, and please review!
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Chapter 1 – The Shared class
This day was starting just like every other day typically did at Hogwarts School for witchcraft and wizardry. He would be going to potions with professor Snape, manipulating his 'minions' and his team would have the field for quidditch practice later on. Today would be a good day. That is, if he didn't have to be bothered with a shared class with Griffendor. His face fell into a sneer as he bitterly thought of it. He despised that entire house with an extreme passion. A very deep, DEEP passion. The very thought of those Weasleys made his stomach lurch in disgust. Not to mention that mudblood that hung out with that damned Potter. It was unfair, she was so smart, and probably the most talented witch in the school; just looking at her you would never guess what she really was. A big, filthy, annoying mudblood… Although, in his personal opinion she was more worthy the title of witch than any of those damned Weasley's.
He scowled again, this time at the direction his own thoughts were taking him. He shook his head to clear them. She was a Griffendor, she was a mudblood, filthy, did not deserve the title of witch, she looked nice that one time he had seen her with her hair up… Ok, that wasn't helping any. He sighed, leaning back into the cushioned seat of the common room as he fiddled with the remembrall that he had 'found' just a few days earlier near Longbottom's chair when he goofed up another one of his spells and was wheeled of to the hospital wing. He never even realized that it was missing either… He smirked to himself at the thought. That Longbottom was such a heel, it was far too easy to pick on him. Sometimes it became a bit too boring though. He sighed lightly and pocketed the stupid thing. He went then to his bed and picked up his new broom, snickering that he now had the latest model of the nimbus line – and he would most definitely outshine that blasted Harry Potter. He scowled, he didn't necessarily hate him (which he would never, NEVER let anyone in on that little secret) In fact he sort of admired him. But Harry was most definitely his archrival, and it would be nice to beat him at least once. He grabbed the handle of the broom tightly as he went towards the quidditch field for practice.
Practice went relatively quick that day, and he quickly packed up his broom and grabbed his books for potions, and headed towards class. He smiled lightly as he took his seat in the front row of the class. He was Professor Snape's preferred student, and used him often as an example of how to do things right. He folded his hands in together and waited for the rest of the class to come. He was always early to this class. There were mostly Hufflepuff's and Ravenclaw's in this in particular class, but there were once Griffendor and three from Slytherin, including him, and two guesses as to who the others were. None other than Crabbe and Goyle. Soon the class filled, and just as the class began, Snape swiftly entered the room, and looked at Draco before taking his stand behind the podium which he taught class from. Snape cleared his throat.
"Before I begin this class, I have an announcement to make." He paused, scanning the room with his piercing gaze as if daring any of his students not to pay attention then continued on with what he was about to say. "I regret to inform those who are from my won house, Mr. Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, and those from Griffendor, Ms. Granger, are to be released from class today to go to their Defense Against the Dark Arts class, so as to get a head start." He turned his cold gaze towards Hermione. "You are dismissed." He hissed out before returning his attentions to the rest of the class. Draco stood and nodded his head to the door.
"Crabbe, Goyle, come on, let's go." He waited a moment as they slowly bumbled up out of their seats. "Come on!" He started to head towards the door, and just before he exited the class, he looked behind him to the mudblood confidently holder her huge stack of books and scowled at her, then quickly turned out to head towards his Defense Against the Dark Arts class, followed by his two minions, copying the same scowl as their 'leader'.
Hermione cringed. She hated being the only one from Griffendor in this class, especially since she had to share it with the once person she hated most at the school. Draco Malfoy. But alas, she being who she was, once again had to overload her schedule to its fullest potential, and this was the only time she would have the ability to actually take potions. So this being the only time she could take it, she had to swallow her disgust towards Draco Malfoy and take the class, as she couldn't fathom not completely over-exceeding herself. At times she almost hated the fact that she had to turn in the time turner she had used in her third year. She sighed to herself and exited the classroom, wondering why the tow housed had to gather together today for this class; after all, they hadn't had the classes together like that for so long. At least she would be able to see Ron and Harry during this class. At least Ron would sit to where she wouldn't have to see the scowls and disgusted glared from Draco. The way he looked at her sometimes, so superior and disgusted by her, and sometimes something else she couldn't quite put a finger on, but to say the least, was a bit disturbing. After a moment, she turned into the Dark Arts room, and quickly took her seat next to Ron. She shot him a quick smile.
"Hi Ron." He shot her back a half-grin that he was famous for, and a questioning look.
"Hey Hermione." He paused. "Um, do you know why it is we are here?" Hermione frowned at the question, pursing her brows trying to figure out an answer. When none would come to her, she sighed, shrugging her shoulders.
"I'm not sure exactly why they have the classes like this again…" her face became grimly serious "But whatever it is, I'm sure that it is very important." She tapped her pen impatiently as she looked behind her to the door, and then back to Ron. " By the way, where is Harry?" Ron just shrugged.
"I dunno. He will be here soon, I'm sure of it." She sighed, and then quickly leaned back to be hidden behind Ron as she noticed a most definite glare coming from Draco who, as usual, was being surrounded by his two minions. "Bloody hell, Malfoy can't even be silent, half across the room without trying to make himself look superior to us!" Ron wore a disgusted look on his face as he whispered the last to Hermione. Obviously, he noticed the glare. Once again she sighed, nodding in agreement.
"I know; he is SO full of himself."
Draco watched them silently. Talking, laughing, telling jokes… I just wasn't fair. No one ever came around him for fun. He had no friends, not really. He did have Crabbe and Goyle, but they were blockheads, and they had followed him around since before they even started at Hogwarts. Everyone else never really got very close to him. Thy treated him with pleasantries, but never wanted to be friends. They were always afraid of his father or perhaps thought that he was just like him. He frowned and shifted his gaze to the front of the room. Whatever it was that this class was being held for, he would have to outdo Potter again. He felt the sly smile return to his face. The one enjoyment out of his pathetic life, his continuous attempt to outdo the all-famous Harry Potter, and to tantalize him of course. What fun would it be if he just sat on the side lines all the time while those three got to have all the fun? Of coarse he HAD gotten himself in trouble for it once or twice, but who cared? His rivalry with Potter was probably the closest thing to friendship that he had… He looked back over to them. Perfect Potter then came in, walked to the seat the other side of Hermione, and sat down. He set his jaw and scowled at the happy looking threesome as Harry joined into their conversation.
Harry smiled his usual toothy grin at them and shrugged at them when they gave him questioning glances. "Harry, what took you so long?" Harry smiled again at Hermione's question, and then started to laugh.
"Fan club found me." He shrugged again, and Ron rolled his eyes.
"Ohhh..." Hermione stifled a giggle, thinking of his fan club. The founders of it were none other than Collin Creevey and Ron's own sister, Ginny. They were practically obsessed with him, and had been since their first year. Harry leaned past Hermione, over to Ron.
"Oh, Ron, did you know that your sister seems to be seeing Collin now?" He paused a moment before adding, "Thought you might want to know." Ron rolled his eyes again.
"Yah, she told me. Seems they have something major in common." Ron nearly laughed outright at that, seeing what it was they had in common. Harry just looked at him, bewildered to what that little something actually was.
"Oh, what's that?" This comment sent both Ron and Hermione into an uncontrolled laughing fit, for to them, the answer was all too obvious. Hermione was the first to recover.
"Honestly Harry, you mean to tell me you don't know?" He shook his head no, causing Hermione to sigh. "You Harry, it is YOU that they have in common. They are both completely obsessed."
"Hermione's right, Harry." Ron finally stopped laughing and sighed. "You have no idea how sick we are at home of hearing about all the events and wonders of your life. Sometimes I end up arguing with her about how accurate my memories are of the things we did early on." Harry stuttered, starting to turn crimson.
"Oh..." Just then the door to the room slammed open, as yet another Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher grumpily entered the room, stormed to the front of the room and slammed the book he had in his hand down onto the desk. He glared at the class as if they were all at fault for the murder of someone close to him. Then the look left, and he gave the happiest, award-winning smile ever seen before by any of the students in the room. It even compared to even Gilderoy Lockhart's, god forbid.
"Good morning students!" He nearly sang with pleasantries in his voice, earning him a few odd looks from the students. " I suppose you are wondering why it is that in your sixth year, you once again are having a shared class between houses." He paused, flicking a stray jet-black strand of hair from his lean and handsome face. "But first, I probably should introduce myself. I am Professor Lonsiel, your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, it seems that I was the only one willing to take this position." He sighed waving his hand to the side as if brushing away the subject. "Well anyways, back to the question you are all waiting for. Why are you here for this class? Well, actually it is a pretty simple reason really. I will divide you all into groups of two, and you will need to use teamwork in order for you to accomplish your assignments." He paused again, opening the book he placed in front of him, or rather, slammed. "The first assignment will be relatively simple." He looked up from the book with a sly grin crossing his face. "But do not feel so comfortable with this just yet, my students, for it is I who will be picking your partners, and not yourselves. Just as in real life, once you get out of school, you will be forced to deal with people who you do not necessarily agree with, and so will you find in this class. I have only a list of names, as well as one or two suggestions." He picks up a piece of paper from the book, "Here on this piece of paper. It is done in alphabetical order, and only lists the class, which you have before this. Your house is not listed." A few gasps came from the students as he said the last.
"So for the names, starting with... Ron Weasley. You will be paired with... Neville Longbottom. Harry Potter..." He paused at the name, looking over his thin glasses at him momentarily. "With Seamus Finnigan." And so on, and so on, until he reached Hermione's name. "Miss Hermione Granger, you are the top academic student of the Griffendor class. I have been informed of this by Professor Snape, and with his suggestion, paired you with someone who, according to him, should have the same enthusiasm..." He dragged out the word, "as you. So it will be the top academic student of Slytherin." He paused dramatically. "Draco Malfoy."
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A/N: Well, I hope that you enjoyed chapter one of this, don't worry there will be more to come, I already have about 10 chapters done… so… PLEASE REVIEW!!!!! *Begs*
