Title: Firefly
Chapter One: Meetings at Valmont Mansion
Author: Kitty Malfoy
A/N: I own everything Harry Potter. Well.I did. Unfortunately, JK now owns it......damn card game..hehehe. You weren't supposed to know about that. Me and my big mouth. Anyhoo, I hope you enjoy my latest challenge - to make an awesome Draco and Hermione fan fic - because, apparently JK has this stupid idea of making Hermione with Ron or Harry; I think not. This fanfic is loosely based on Cruel Intentions. If you haven't seen this movie and are allowed to watch R movies you NEED to watch this movie! It is a really good movie. On with the story.
********* 7th Year ********* August 12, 2004
Another dismal school year is drawing near, though, thankfully it is the last I shall be put through. Seven years, five of which were spent screwing every girl in the castle, was too long and too boring of a time to spend in one place. I have fucked almost everyone in the school except for the dirt and it seems that no one is out of my grasp. Home is quite a change of pace from Hogwarts - more trophies to add to my large and experienced collection. Father has indeed outdone himself with the new servant girls recently employed in the Manor, but I had conquered them in the first several months of my vacation home. Yes, my final year at school is going to be completely dull unless I find something that will present me with a challenge worthy of my expertise. Highly unlikely.
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Tires squealed and the black, 1958 Jaguar Roadster fishtailed on the gravel road, as it sped into the countryside of northern England. One pale hand rested loosely on top of the steering wheel, and the other drummed the outside of the car door in steady rhythm with Beethoven's Ninth Symphony that blasted from his thousand dollar sound system. Bleached blonde hair, slightly tousled from the wind, glistened gold in the afternoon sunlight that also reflected off of daring Armani shades that rested on the bridge of his nose. He wore black slacks, and a royal blue, dress shirt. The cuffs were rolled up to his forearm, and the collar was unbuttoned along with the bottom two buttons.
He frowned in disgust as his aunt's large summer home began to appear over the rolling horizon. Switching his hand on the wheel he reached over and tucked his journal deeply into the side glove compartment. In a matter of minutes he was pulling up to the front of the Valmont Mansion. With one hand in his pocket he sauntered up the wide marble steps, throwing his car- keys at the valet that hurried up to park his car. With a half-amused smirk, he adjusted his sunglasses and walked around to the gardens.
Cracking his jaw, he ran a tongue over his immaculate white teeth and plastered on a fake smile. He turned the corner and spotted his aunt mingling with the various other guests. "Aunt Lyla! It's so good to see you!" he exclaimed. His aunt beamed at him and hugged him. "Draco!" she said, "I'm so glad you could make it."
Looking over his aunt's shoulder he scanned the assembled guests. One in particular caught his eye, but just as she turned around, his aunt stepped back, blocking his view. Pulling off his sunglasses he tucked them securely in his breast pocket, and blinked slightly, letting his eyes adjust to the brightness. "Draco, dear. I'd like you to meet our new neighbors. They moved into the Hannigans' old place." Draco nodded, only half-listening, and allowed his fussy aunt to usher him to a table. "These are the Grangers."
The name struck a cord inside him and he snapped to attention, just as the youngest of the aforementioned party looked up as well. Draco was beyond shocked to see the Mudblood he had tortured for six long years standing before him, in the company of the rich and pureblood no less. He managed to mask his surprise easily through his years of hiding his emotions and not allowing them to show on his features.
Hermione had no such training. Her hazel eyes were as wide as tennis balls and her mouth hung open, slightly. To say that she had changed a lot since last year would be a drastic understatement. Her small frame had grown to where she was inch for inch of Draco's own 5'9". Her body had filled out quite well, and Draco allowed himself a moment to let his eyes roam down her body. The mint green summer dress looked brand new, and fell to just above her knees. Her honey brown hair that had once looked like a rat's nest now fell in silky waves to her waist.
"Granger." he mused out loud. "Fancy seeing you here. I didn't see you as the social party type."
He had to give her credit. She rebounded fast. "Well, Mrs. Valmont was kind enough to hold this Welcoming Party for us." She responded, politely.
Draco quirked an eyebrow and was about to say something in response when Lyla interrupted. "Draco you remember that Miss Hermione's parents were killed by Voldemort."
He smirked spitefully as Hermione winced. He turned back to his aunt. "Yes, I do, Aunt Lyla."
"Well!" She continued on, ever the gossip. "It turns out that Miss Hermione here was adopted. Her biological parents had also been killed you see and so she was recently sent to live with her aunt and uncle..."
"Auntie, does this have any point?" he cut in. He massaged his temple, as he always seemed to be doing in his chattering Aunt's presence.
"Well, it seems that Miss Hermione's biological parents were wizards. She's a pureblood! All this time living a life as a muggleborn!" she turned to Hermione and placed a hand on her small shoulder. "It must have been awful!"
Hermione gave the woman a small smile. "It wasn't entirely bad..." She insisted weakly. It seemed as if Lyla hadn't heard her or had chosen to ignore her response. In any effect she smiled at Hermione and patted Draco on the cheek before moving off to mingle with her other guests.
Draco stepped closer to Hermione. "Surprised to see me here?" he asked, his silver eyes flashing dangerously. His long fingers toyed with the straps of her dress. Hermione stepped out of his reach. "I'm surprised to see you at all. With all of your "wild endeavors" I'm surprised you haven't been kicked out of school or that your mother hasn't locked you up with a therapist for the rest of your life."
"You slash me with your cruel words." He retorted, mockingly.
"Sod off, Malfoy!" She hissed and stalked away.
He smirked at her turned back, and watched as she strode angrily into the gardens and disappeared behind the orchard gates. Replacing his sunglasses he grabbed an icy Butterbeer off a passing house-elf's tray and began to mingle with the remaining guests.
********* Hermione danced through the luscious gardens listening to the gorgeous, flowing music that only she could hear. She danced joyous waltzes with no one as her audience but the trees. She had long ago discarded her white Gucci sandals, and her bare feet moved lightly across the plush grass. And as her inner song reached its climax, she spun around and around, going faster and faster. As the last note hit she fell to her knees, spraying an assorted color of flower petals into the air.
She laughed and fell backwards, and just lay there, nestled in among the wildflowers, breathing in her last bit of freedom before school started again. She stretched her arms sinuously over her head and yawned. She thought only to close her eyes for a moment's time, but the warmth of the sun and the intoxicating smell of flowers must have lulled her to sleep. For when she awoke the sun was past its midday vantage point and was just beginning to touch the horizon in the west.
Reluctantly, she rose from her bed in the sweet-smelling flowers and made her way, slowly, back to the Mansion.
"Hermione! There you are!" A man said, turning away from Lyla Valmont.
"Hello Uncle." Hermione replied, falling into place beside him.
"And where were you this whole time?" he asked curiously.
"I'm truly sorry for disappearing like that. It's just that I had heard so much about your magnificent gardens Mrs. Valmont that I had to see them for myself. I've been walking through them this whole time." Hermione explained. "They ARE breathtaking." She added.
"Auntie," Draco cut in. He was holding a new Butterbeer, and he sauntered slowly up to the chatting group. "Have the trees started dropping their flowers, yet?"
Hermione shot him a confused look, but looked away again when he met her hazel eyes with his own silver ones. "What an odd question..." Lyla said bluntly. Draco gave her a pointed look, and she continued. "Well no, they haven't started falling yet. They don't start until late September. You know..." She continued chattering on, dragging Hermione's Aunt and Uncle with her, about the different plants in her gardens, and so on. Hermione's Aunt shot her a horrified look as Lyla dragged her off. Hermione sent her a sympathetic smile, but turned in surprise, as Draco let out a low chuckle.
Hermione was too surprised to react when he reached up and casually plucked a petal out of her silky hair. "Interesting..." he mused, turning the pale pink petal around in his fingers. Hermione chewed on her lower lip out of nervousness, and waited for the inevitable snide remark.
"You were walking?" he repeated.
"Yes, I was." Hermione replied though she thought he wasn't really expecting an answer.
"Hmph!" The petal drifted to the ground, and he captured it beneath his boot, and ground it into the dirt. "Save your "walking" for Potter and the Weasel." He suggested smoothly, before brushing past her and heading towards his Jaguar.
"What the bloody hell is your problem?" She yelled after him. He waved the question away with a superior wave of his hand and kept walking. She ran after him.
"Answer me, Malfoy!" She ordered grabbing the side of his Jaguar. He looked at her, cockily, over his sunglasses, and smirked. Hermione's blood boiled at the sight of his trademark sneer and wanted to slap him until she wiped it off.
"Let go of my car, Granger." He said quietly. It was phrased as a statement, but she knew it was implied as a command. This only made her more determined to find out what was up with him. She glared at him, her hazel eyes swirling and changing to a dark chocolate color, and tightened her grip on the car.
"Do I get under your skin that much?" A finely arched eyebrow raised above his sunglasses. Yes, she was fast, she floundered only a moment, before lashing back out at him. "Do you get into people's pants that much?" She retorted hotly, leaning harder on the car.
Draco chuckled and revved his car, and smirked at her again. The tires squealed as he shot the car forward. Dust and gravel rained down on Hermione, as she screamed at Malfoy's retreating form. "Damn you, Malfoy!"
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R & R
This is my new ficcy, hope you like. And be nice!
Kitty Malfoy
A/N: I own everything Harry Potter. Well.I did. Unfortunately, JK now owns it......damn card game..hehehe. You weren't supposed to know about that. Me and my big mouth. Anyhoo, I hope you enjoy my latest challenge - to make an awesome Draco and Hermione fan fic - because, apparently JK has this stupid idea of making Hermione with Ron or Harry; I think not. This fanfic is loosely based on Cruel Intentions. If you haven't seen this movie and are allowed to watch R movies you NEED to watch this movie! It is a really good movie. On with the story.
********* 7th Year ********* August 12, 2004
Another dismal school year is drawing near, though, thankfully it is the last I shall be put through. Seven years, five of which were spent screwing every girl in the castle, was too long and too boring of a time to spend in one place. I have fucked almost everyone in the school except for the dirt and it seems that no one is out of my grasp. Home is quite a change of pace from Hogwarts - more trophies to add to my large and experienced collection. Father has indeed outdone himself with the new servant girls recently employed in the Manor, but I had conquered them in the first several months of my vacation home. Yes, my final year at school is going to be completely dull unless I find something that will present me with a challenge worthy of my expertise. Highly unlikely.
*********
Tires squealed and the black, 1958 Jaguar Roadster fishtailed on the gravel road, as it sped into the countryside of northern England. One pale hand rested loosely on top of the steering wheel, and the other drummed the outside of the car door in steady rhythm with Beethoven's Ninth Symphony that blasted from his thousand dollar sound system. Bleached blonde hair, slightly tousled from the wind, glistened gold in the afternoon sunlight that also reflected off of daring Armani shades that rested on the bridge of his nose. He wore black slacks, and a royal blue, dress shirt. The cuffs were rolled up to his forearm, and the collar was unbuttoned along with the bottom two buttons.
He frowned in disgust as his aunt's large summer home began to appear over the rolling horizon. Switching his hand on the wheel he reached over and tucked his journal deeply into the side glove compartment. In a matter of minutes he was pulling up to the front of the Valmont Mansion. With one hand in his pocket he sauntered up the wide marble steps, throwing his car- keys at the valet that hurried up to park his car. With a half-amused smirk, he adjusted his sunglasses and walked around to the gardens.
Cracking his jaw, he ran a tongue over his immaculate white teeth and plastered on a fake smile. He turned the corner and spotted his aunt mingling with the various other guests. "Aunt Lyla! It's so good to see you!" he exclaimed. His aunt beamed at him and hugged him. "Draco!" she said, "I'm so glad you could make it."
Looking over his aunt's shoulder he scanned the assembled guests. One in particular caught his eye, but just as she turned around, his aunt stepped back, blocking his view. Pulling off his sunglasses he tucked them securely in his breast pocket, and blinked slightly, letting his eyes adjust to the brightness. "Draco, dear. I'd like you to meet our new neighbors. They moved into the Hannigans' old place." Draco nodded, only half-listening, and allowed his fussy aunt to usher him to a table. "These are the Grangers."
The name struck a cord inside him and he snapped to attention, just as the youngest of the aforementioned party looked up as well. Draco was beyond shocked to see the Mudblood he had tortured for six long years standing before him, in the company of the rich and pureblood no less. He managed to mask his surprise easily through his years of hiding his emotions and not allowing them to show on his features.
Hermione had no such training. Her hazel eyes were as wide as tennis balls and her mouth hung open, slightly. To say that she had changed a lot since last year would be a drastic understatement. Her small frame had grown to where she was inch for inch of Draco's own 5'9". Her body had filled out quite well, and Draco allowed himself a moment to let his eyes roam down her body. The mint green summer dress looked brand new, and fell to just above her knees. Her honey brown hair that had once looked like a rat's nest now fell in silky waves to her waist.
"Granger." he mused out loud. "Fancy seeing you here. I didn't see you as the social party type."
He had to give her credit. She rebounded fast. "Well, Mrs. Valmont was kind enough to hold this Welcoming Party for us." She responded, politely.
Draco quirked an eyebrow and was about to say something in response when Lyla interrupted. "Draco you remember that Miss Hermione's parents were killed by Voldemort."
He smirked spitefully as Hermione winced. He turned back to his aunt. "Yes, I do, Aunt Lyla."
"Well!" She continued on, ever the gossip. "It turns out that Miss Hermione here was adopted. Her biological parents had also been killed you see and so she was recently sent to live with her aunt and uncle..."
"Auntie, does this have any point?" he cut in. He massaged his temple, as he always seemed to be doing in his chattering Aunt's presence.
"Well, it seems that Miss Hermione's biological parents were wizards. She's a pureblood! All this time living a life as a muggleborn!" she turned to Hermione and placed a hand on her small shoulder. "It must have been awful!"
Hermione gave the woman a small smile. "It wasn't entirely bad..." She insisted weakly. It seemed as if Lyla hadn't heard her or had chosen to ignore her response. In any effect she smiled at Hermione and patted Draco on the cheek before moving off to mingle with her other guests.
Draco stepped closer to Hermione. "Surprised to see me here?" he asked, his silver eyes flashing dangerously. His long fingers toyed with the straps of her dress. Hermione stepped out of his reach. "I'm surprised to see you at all. With all of your "wild endeavors" I'm surprised you haven't been kicked out of school or that your mother hasn't locked you up with a therapist for the rest of your life."
"You slash me with your cruel words." He retorted, mockingly.
"Sod off, Malfoy!" She hissed and stalked away.
He smirked at her turned back, and watched as she strode angrily into the gardens and disappeared behind the orchard gates. Replacing his sunglasses he grabbed an icy Butterbeer off a passing house-elf's tray and began to mingle with the remaining guests.
********* Hermione danced through the luscious gardens listening to the gorgeous, flowing music that only she could hear. She danced joyous waltzes with no one as her audience but the trees. She had long ago discarded her white Gucci sandals, and her bare feet moved lightly across the plush grass. And as her inner song reached its climax, she spun around and around, going faster and faster. As the last note hit she fell to her knees, spraying an assorted color of flower petals into the air.
She laughed and fell backwards, and just lay there, nestled in among the wildflowers, breathing in her last bit of freedom before school started again. She stretched her arms sinuously over her head and yawned. She thought only to close her eyes for a moment's time, but the warmth of the sun and the intoxicating smell of flowers must have lulled her to sleep. For when she awoke the sun was past its midday vantage point and was just beginning to touch the horizon in the west.
Reluctantly, she rose from her bed in the sweet-smelling flowers and made her way, slowly, back to the Mansion.
"Hermione! There you are!" A man said, turning away from Lyla Valmont.
"Hello Uncle." Hermione replied, falling into place beside him.
"And where were you this whole time?" he asked curiously.
"I'm truly sorry for disappearing like that. It's just that I had heard so much about your magnificent gardens Mrs. Valmont that I had to see them for myself. I've been walking through them this whole time." Hermione explained. "They ARE breathtaking." She added.
"Auntie," Draco cut in. He was holding a new Butterbeer, and he sauntered slowly up to the chatting group. "Have the trees started dropping their flowers, yet?"
Hermione shot him a confused look, but looked away again when he met her hazel eyes with his own silver ones. "What an odd question..." Lyla said bluntly. Draco gave her a pointed look, and she continued. "Well no, they haven't started falling yet. They don't start until late September. You know..." She continued chattering on, dragging Hermione's Aunt and Uncle with her, about the different plants in her gardens, and so on. Hermione's Aunt shot her a horrified look as Lyla dragged her off. Hermione sent her a sympathetic smile, but turned in surprise, as Draco let out a low chuckle.
Hermione was too surprised to react when he reached up and casually plucked a petal out of her silky hair. "Interesting..." he mused, turning the pale pink petal around in his fingers. Hermione chewed on her lower lip out of nervousness, and waited for the inevitable snide remark.
"You were walking?" he repeated.
"Yes, I was." Hermione replied though she thought he wasn't really expecting an answer.
"Hmph!" The petal drifted to the ground, and he captured it beneath his boot, and ground it into the dirt. "Save your "walking" for Potter and the Weasel." He suggested smoothly, before brushing past her and heading towards his Jaguar.
"What the bloody hell is your problem?" She yelled after him. He waved the question away with a superior wave of his hand and kept walking. She ran after him.
"Answer me, Malfoy!" She ordered grabbing the side of his Jaguar. He looked at her, cockily, over his sunglasses, and smirked. Hermione's blood boiled at the sight of his trademark sneer and wanted to slap him until she wiped it off.
"Let go of my car, Granger." He said quietly. It was phrased as a statement, but she knew it was implied as a command. This only made her more determined to find out what was up with him. She glared at him, her hazel eyes swirling and changing to a dark chocolate color, and tightened her grip on the car.
"Do I get under your skin that much?" A finely arched eyebrow raised above his sunglasses. Yes, she was fast, she floundered only a moment, before lashing back out at him. "Do you get into people's pants that much?" She retorted hotly, leaning harder on the car.
Draco chuckled and revved his car, and smirked at her again. The tires squealed as he shot the car forward. Dust and gravel rained down on Hermione, as she screamed at Malfoy's retreating form. "Damn you, Malfoy!"
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R & R
This is my new ficcy, hope you like. And be nice!
Kitty Malfoy