Draco's (POV)
The party was quiet, that was a good thing because it gave me time to think. I really didnt want to be here but pansy dragged me out of my room. Crabbe and Goyle were were having the time of their life fooling around the table, spiking the punch, and throwing cheesecurls at each other. I pity myself for having to associate with these idiots, even worse I feel for my father who deals with their parents. They are older and even dumber than they look.
"Hey Draco baby, I heard the silky voice of Pansy, she slipped her arms around my waist and tickled my stomache. If it hadnt been for my mission that Voldemort had given me I would have no problem with her, but I threw her away from me and headed up to my room. Pansy crossed her arms and scowled.
On second thought, I dont want to be stuck in my room, I feel like...
I feel like I want to kill someone. "Here Harry Harry Harry Harry" :)
Hermiones (POV)
I threw my book across the room, "I just dont undertand this!"
Ron freaked out.
Ron- Herms whats wrong? I've never seen you react that way to a book.
I gave Ron a cold glare, then my eyes settled on Neville who looked abosoulutely petrefied of me. I sofented up a bit.
Hermione- Ron I'm sorry, it's just I was looking for that potion Snape told me to find and it isnt anywhere. I even went into the restricted section to look up books on the cruciful charm.
Ron- I think there is no such thing and he's sending you on a wild goose chase just so you spend all your time looking for it. Then he'll take off points because you couldnt find it.
I sat back down. Ron was probably right. I eased myself into the chair in front of the fire and closed my eyes. Crookshanks jumped up onto my lap and began to purrr loudly. I (yawn) fell asleep.
Harrys (POV)
It was raining all during Quidditch practice and I just wanted to dry by the fire in the common room. As usual I overworked the team but it all pays off when we hear the crowd stomping their feet and everyone is chanting "Harry Harry Harry"
Draco walked by and sneered at the dreamy look on my face.
I snapped out of my revire and said "Watch it ferret boy!"
Draco shoved me as he walked by, Hes lucky I'm dead tired because if I wasnt he would be on the ground with a bloody nose.
The fat lady and the witch from the third floor were having what looked like an intense game of go-fish(hehe)
"password?"
"Let me in cause I'm dead tired, and I'm Harry Potter?"
"whatever"
The door swung open and the first thing I saw made a huge smile spread across my face. Herm was asleep over a pile of huge books. Ron was on the floor at Herms feet... drooling. I chuckled as I made my way up to my room.
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Ok I need your help: Draco has orders from our fave dark lord to kill the stoopid boy with the glasses. Do I make this into a HP/HG fic or a DM/HG fic, either way it will be interesting and i promise the ending to have a surprise twist!!! ^_^
i will not post a second chapter until i get 20 reviews! why 21? cause 22 is a spiffy number. I always loved the number 23. CHOW
The party was quiet, that was a good thing because it gave me time to think. I really didnt want to be here but pansy dragged me out of my room. Crabbe and Goyle were were having the time of their life fooling around the table, spiking the punch, and throwing cheesecurls at each other. I pity myself for having to associate with these idiots, even worse I feel for my father who deals with their parents. They are older and even dumber than they look.
"Hey Draco baby, I heard the silky voice of Pansy, she slipped her arms around my waist and tickled my stomache. If it hadnt been for my mission that Voldemort had given me I would have no problem with her, but I threw her away from me and headed up to my room. Pansy crossed her arms and scowled.
On second thought, I dont want to be stuck in my room, I feel like...
I feel like I want to kill someone. "Here Harry Harry Harry Harry" :)
Hermiones (POV)
I threw my book across the room, "I just dont undertand this!"
Ron freaked out.
Ron- Herms whats wrong? I've never seen you react that way to a book.
I gave Ron a cold glare, then my eyes settled on Neville who looked abosoulutely petrefied of me. I sofented up a bit.
Hermione- Ron I'm sorry, it's just I was looking for that potion Snape told me to find and it isnt anywhere. I even went into the restricted section to look up books on the cruciful charm.
Ron- I think there is no such thing and he's sending you on a wild goose chase just so you spend all your time looking for it. Then he'll take off points because you couldnt find it.
I sat back down. Ron was probably right. I eased myself into the chair in front of the fire and closed my eyes. Crookshanks jumped up onto my lap and began to purrr loudly. I (yawn) fell asleep.
Harrys (POV)
It was raining all during Quidditch practice and I just wanted to dry by the fire in the common room. As usual I overworked the team but it all pays off when we hear the crowd stomping their feet and everyone is chanting "Harry Harry Harry"
Draco walked by and sneered at the dreamy look on my face.
I snapped out of my revire and said "Watch it ferret boy!"
Draco shoved me as he walked by, Hes lucky I'm dead tired because if I wasnt he would be on the ground with a bloody nose.
The fat lady and the witch from the third floor were having what looked like an intense game of go-fish(hehe)
"password?"
"Let me in cause I'm dead tired, and I'm Harry Potter?"
"whatever"
The door swung open and the first thing I saw made a huge smile spread across my face. Herm was asleep over a pile of huge books. Ron was on the floor at Herms feet... drooling. I chuckled as I made my way up to my room.
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Ok I need your help: Draco has orders from our fave dark lord to kill the stoopid boy with the glasses. Do I make this into a HP/HG fic or a DM/HG fic, either way it will be interesting and i promise the ending to have a surprise twist!!! ^_^
i will not post a second chapter until i get 20 reviews! why 21? cause 22 is a spiffy number. I always loved the number 23. CHOW