Hehehehe, I -love- Draco/Hermione pairings, almost as much as Draco/Ginny, but D/G wins. Also, it's Harry/Cho and Ron/Parvati. On to the story, aight? Oh. And this story has a narrator in it. ME! And.....Disclaimer is where it belongs: At the end of the story! *Pfft!* :P! ~Charity~
-An Ordinary (?) Year at Hogwarts-
-Chapter 1-
- Yuletide -
Draco Malfoy, Slytherin's finest. What everyone used to call him, anyway. He now felt as if he had tainted Slytherin, as well as his title as its finest, though. He had betrayed everything, it seemed, this school year: His father, by not following his father's footsteps into the Dark Side; his title; and most of all, his reputation. His new title? You guess by this next statement.
Draco Malfoy was caught snogging Hermione Granger, and they currently are seeing each other.
But did he care? No, because he was blinded by love. Love for Hermione. His new title? If you guessed 'Mudblood-lover' or 'traitor', you were right. No one except Hermione would talk to him now. And perhaps all the professors, besides Snape, anyways. Also a few Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs ( like he iwanted/i to talk to them...). But no Slytherins, and only one Gryffindor, as he had remained faithful to his and Hermione's friendship. You guessed it. Harry Potter. Weasley wouldn't talk to him, not even to insult him. Which is a bad sign.
Hermione Granger, Gryffindor's brain. They still called her that, even though most of them hated her with a passion now. As you read before, only one Gryffindor would talk to her. Harry. Even though he despised Draco, he would be cordial to him, and didn't fight with him ( On Hermione's request). He accepted who Hermione had chosen for her..love interest...and wouldn't betray their friendship. They simply had been through too much for him to. Mostly, everyone called her a 'traitor' and a 'Death Eater-lover'. But she just brushed the last one off, for Draco had betrayed his father to not become a Death Eater. But the traitor part was oh-so-real.
And now our story begins, in December of their fifth year, where the Yule ball was up and coming (It had been such a hit last year they decided to hold it again). On the morning our story begins, December 16, 5 days before the ball, you could find Hermione and Draco huddled together outside during Care of Magical Creatures class.
"Oooh, what is it, Hagrid?" Parvati questioned, looking at a thing that looked like a mix between a lion and a wolf. It also posessed a snake's forked tongue. Weird anatomy, if you ask me.
"It's a Western Mongolian Spearhead. See how the head is in the shape of a spear? Now this 'un is a lioness, so yeh'd be'er be careful 'round 'er, she's got a nasty temper." Hagrid replied, patting Parvati with an enormous hand on the shoulder. Her knees buckled under the weight. "Alright. Let's split inter groups o' three. Harry, Hermione, and Draco, yeh'll be a group. Ron, Parvati, and Seamus, you three. Crabbe, Goyle, and Miss Bullstrode, yeh'll be one." And he continued to call off groups.
Draco looked at Hermione, then to Harry. He scowled at Harry, who glared back.
"Draco, Harry, stop, please," Hermione pleaded, "Can you try and get along, just for right now? For me?"
Harry sighed and looked at Draco. "Fine. But only if Malfoy agrees to."
"Alright, Potter." Draco said, with barely contained anger.
And now, our story jumps to the night of the Yule Ball and a Hogsmeade trip. You'll find Hermione and Draco in The Three Broomsticks, drinking butterbeer and taking quick glances to their bags, making sure no one has stolen or is stealing them.
"Draco?" said Hermione absentmindedly, looking into his wonderful royal blue-hued eyes.
"Yes, love?" He replied, staring back into her mocha-coloured eyes. Today was their three-month anniversary, as they had begun seeing each other on September 21st.
"Happy three-month annicersary, Drac." She said, smiling softly.
"Same to you, love." said Draco, rubbing the back of her hand.
"Alright, enough of the lovey-dovey stuff," Harry said, his arm draped around Cho's waist. They had begun seeing each other about two weeks ago.
"Look who's talking! All arms-around-waist king of thing! You two need to cut it out, also." said Draco, grinning. He and Harry had started to call each other on a first-name basis.
Hermione looked around, eying the crowd warily. "Where's....where's the redhead?" She asked Harry, not being able to say Ron's name, as it still caused her much pain.
"Somewhere. Last time I saw him, we were at Honeydukes. About an hour ago," Harry shrugged. "Probably off snogging Parvati or something."
"Oh." Hermione stood, picking her bags up. "We need to get back to school to start getting ready for the Ball. I wonder who will start the first dance."
"Don't know," Cho said, grinning, "Come on, 'Mione, let's go get ready." She pointed at the badge emblazoned with an italic iP/i on each of their chests, pinned to their robes. "We can use the Prefect's bathroom." And so Cho and Hermione ran out of the pub, their bags bouncing up and down with each step, leaving Harry and Draco standing there.
"I think they planned that, running off and leaving us here, don't you, Draco?" said Harry awkwardly.
"Yes, I do. Well, we'd better run off after them, don't you think?" Draco said, picking up his bags.
"Yeah, I think we should. Let's go, then." Harry said, leading the way out of the pub.
I, the lovely narrator, Charity, now take you to the Prefect's Bathroom, where Cho and Hermione are swimming in their bathing suits, washing up, all that sort of stuff.
"Stop splashing me, Cho!" Hermione shrieked, splashing back in self-defense. She was clad in her scarlet bikini, as she didn't want to be called a lesbian as well as a traitor. Cho was in her own dark blue bikini. She didn't want to be called a lesbian, either.
"Never!" Cho replied, splashing. She stopped as the lock clicked on the door. "Oooh, shit....not good, not good, really not good!"
"Shit..." Hermione said, surprising Cho. Her breath and heart started again when she saw that it was only Draco and Harry. "God, Harry, Draco, you had us scared to death!" Hermione said, climbing out of the swimming pool-sized bathtub.
Draco's breath caught in his throat. Hermione was normally beautiful, but she looked like a Goddess in that sparkly scarlet bikini. He would have stripped for her if it wasn't for Cho and Harry being in there. Her wet brown tresses fell slightly past her upper chest area, and she looked like the mermaid that was scowling out at them from the painting on the wall.
"Draco?" Hermione said, looking at him.
"What? Oh, sorry." He knew (vaguely) that she had spoken.
"I said, do you have a swimsuit on you? For you?" She repeated.
"No, but I've got my boxers on, though." He replied, lowering his voice an octave. He didn't want those two over there (Harry and Cho) hearing him.
"Well? Harry's getting in with his boxers on, why don't you?" She said, touching his cheek lightly.
"Alright, then. But only if it would please you." Draco said. Hmph. Close enough to stripping, though. He undressed down to his boxers (black, how classy), and got into the tub. He held out a hand for Hermione, a grin spreading across his face. "Come on, love, I'll help you in."
She took his hand, smiling back. Big mistake.
"Take a breath!" He shouted, and pulled her in.
"AH-" She took a breath right before she hit the water. She surfaced, mock-glaring at Draco. "I'm going to get you, you.....you...."
"Sexy Slytherin? Handsome guy? What?" He said, throwing on a fake smug look.
"I'm going to wipe that smug expression off your face, Draco!" Hermione said, treading water.
"Oh, really? How so, love?" He replied, grinning.
"Like this!" She leaned back and kicked, splashing him. She giggled and swam off.
"Ooooh, if I didn't love you, I'd have to kill you." Draco said, chasing her.
The narrator thinks we should skip to the getting-ready part. And so we shall, and we shall have no exceptions! I mean it, stop whining!
"How are we going to do this? Get dressed, I mean?" Hermione wondered aloud, twirling a strand of wet hair around her index finger.
"Like this." Harry said, and muttered a simple spell which made four dressing areas pop out of the floor.
iOh...why didn't I think of that?/i She thought, stepping into a dressing area with her bags from Gladrags Wizardwear in Hogsmeade. She stepped out of her bikini and slipped on her bra and underwear. From the bag she pulled an elegant white gown, with iridescent glitter embedded in the fabric. It was a strapless dress, so she said a simple enchantment which made her bra straps disappear. She pulled out a pair of three-and-a-half-inch stilletos, scarlet and shimmery to match her robes which would go over her gown. She then pulled out the robes, a silky scarlet material that was enchanted to shimmer, which she buttoned from the third one down to the sixth one down, so it showed the top of her dress (It had pearls embroidered along the hem) and the bottom of her dress. She pulled some white satin elbow-length gloves out of the bag and slipped them on. She then got out her wand and held it over her head, and her hair dried, tied at her crown, and curled into spiraled ringlets cascading to her shoulder blades. Her hair also shimmered, and basically, she looked like a goddess or faerie, and perhaps a princess. Her make-up consisted of: Black mascara, black eyeliner, white eyeshadow, light pink blush, and scarlet lipstick. Dangling from her ears were silver hoops.
"I'm ready," Hermione said, inspecting herself in the mirror that was hanging from the wall of her dressing area.
"So am I." She heard Draco, Harry, and Cho reply.
She stepped out of the dressing area, and it disappeared back into the floor, leaving her bag sitting on the floor. She flicked her wand and it disappeared off to her dormitory.
"Wow......'Mione, you look great." Cho said. She had on a black gown, similar to Hermione's under her dark blue shimmer-robes. On her arms were elbow-length black satin gloves. Her make-up consisted of light blue eyeshadow, black mascara and eyeliner, and also scarlet lipstick. Her black hair was pleated into a french braid that dangled to the middle of her back. In her hair was little gold sparkles, and dangling from her ears were gold hoops.
Draco was gaping at Hermione. He was clad in a white button-down shirt, black slacks, a gray sweater-vest, dress shoes, and a dark gray tie. Draped over this were bottle-green dress robes. His normally slicked-back hair was left unslicked, so he looked rugged and sexy. His bangs hung halfway down his forehead. "You look......beautiful, Hermione." He finally forced out.
Harry, on the other hand, was gaping at Cho. He was dressed in a white button-down shirt, khaki slacks, a gray sweater-vest, boots, and a dark scarlet tie. Dangling from his shoulders were dark gold dress robes. His hair, normally messy, looked as if he had actually ran a comb through it for once. "You look nice, Cho." He choked out.
"Thanks." Hermione and Cho said at the same time, grinning. "Let's go knock them down with our Goddess-like beauty, 'Mione." Cho continued.
"Yes, let's. Come on, Drac, Harry." She gace Draco a seductive 'come-hither' look. He gulped and held his arm out, through which she linked her gloved arm. Harry and Cho did the same thing.
They left the Prefect's Bathroom, and in a few minutes, stood in the Entrance Hall, waiting to go into the Great Hall when they heard footsteps pounding towards them.
"Harry! Hey, Harry, wait up!" Colin Creevey's voice floated to them in the near-empty corridor.
"Oh, God. Kill me." Harry groaned.
"Harry, I've been looking for you all everywhere! Professor Dumbledore told me to find you and tell you that you four and four others would start the first dance, you four, Ron and Parvati, and Lisa Turpin and Blaise Zabini." Colin said, huffing as he reached them.
"Blaise and Lisa?" Cho said blandly. "I never would've thought! You'd think that Lisa and Terry wou--wait, they broke up two weeks ago. Oh well."
Hermione looked at Draco, eyes wide. "Heh. Heh. I didn't think I'd do it two years in a row."
"I didn't think I would do it at all." Draco said, gulping.
"Well, you are. So get over it." Colin said, and walked off.
"Fiesty little bugger." Draco said, grinning. Hermione giggled, Cho smiled, and Harry also grinned.
"Well. Off we go, then." Hermione said, feeling nervous.
"Here goes nothing." said Harry.
A/N: D'you like it? Chapter two will be up soon! ^.^ ~Charity~
-An Ordinary (?) Year at Hogwarts-
-Chapter 1-
- Yuletide -
Draco Malfoy, Slytherin's finest. What everyone used to call him, anyway. He now felt as if he had tainted Slytherin, as well as his title as its finest, though. He had betrayed everything, it seemed, this school year: His father, by not following his father's footsteps into the Dark Side; his title; and most of all, his reputation. His new title? You guess by this next statement.
Draco Malfoy was caught snogging Hermione Granger, and they currently are seeing each other.
But did he care? No, because he was blinded by love. Love for Hermione. His new title? If you guessed 'Mudblood-lover' or 'traitor', you were right. No one except Hermione would talk to him now. And perhaps all the professors, besides Snape, anyways. Also a few Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs ( like he iwanted/i to talk to them...). But no Slytherins, and only one Gryffindor, as he had remained faithful to his and Hermione's friendship. You guessed it. Harry Potter. Weasley wouldn't talk to him, not even to insult him. Which is a bad sign.
Hermione Granger, Gryffindor's brain. They still called her that, even though most of them hated her with a passion now. As you read before, only one Gryffindor would talk to her. Harry. Even though he despised Draco, he would be cordial to him, and didn't fight with him ( On Hermione's request). He accepted who Hermione had chosen for her..love interest...and wouldn't betray their friendship. They simply had been through too much for him to. Mostly, everyone called her a 'traitor' and a 'Death Eater-lover'. But she just brushed the last one off, for Draco had betrayed his father to not become a Death Eater. But the traitor part was oh-so-real.
And now our story begins, in December of their fifth year, where the Yule ball was up and coming (It had been such a hit last year they decided to hold it again). On the morning our story begins, December 16, 5 days before the ball, you could find Hermione and Draco huddled together outside during Care of Magical Creatures class.
"Oooh, what is it, Hagrid?" Parvati questioned, looking at a thing that looked like a mix between a lion and a wolf. It also posessed a snake's forked tongue. Weird anatomy, if you ask me.
"It's a Western Mongolian Spearhead. See how the head is in the shape of a spear? Now this 'un is a lioness, so yeh'd be'er be careful 'round 'er, she's got a nasty temper." Hagrid replied, patting Parvati with an enormous hand on the shoulder. Her knees buckled under the weight. "Alright. Let's split inter groups o' three. Harry, Hermione, and Draco, yeh'll be a group. Ron, Parvati, and Seamus, you three. Crabbe, Goyle, and Miss Bullstrode, yeh'll be one." And he continued to call off groups.
Draco looked at Hermione, then to Harry. He scowled at Harry, who glared back.
"Draco, Harry, stop, please," Hermione pleaded, "Can you try and get along, just for right now? For me?"
Harry sighed and looked at Draco. "Fine. But only if Malfoy agrees to."
"Alright, Potter." Draco said, with barely contained anger.
And now, our story jumps to the night of the Yule Ball and a Hogsmeade trip. You'll find Hermione and Draco in The Three Broomsticks, drinking butterbeer and taking quick glances to their bags, making sure no one has stolen or is stealing them.
"Draco?" said Hermione absentmindedly, looking into his wonderful royal blue-hued eyes.
"Yes, love?" He replied, staring back into her mocha-coloured eyes. Today was their three-month anniversary, as they had begun seeing each other on September 21st.
"Happy three-month annicersary, Drac." She said, smiling softly.
"Same to you, love." said Draco, rubbing the back of her hand.
"Alright, enough of the lovey-dovey stuff," Harry said, his arm draped around Cho's waist. They had begun seeing each other about two weeks ago.
"Look who's talking! All arms-around-waist king of thing! You two need to cut it out, also." said Draco, grinning. He and Harry had started to call each other on a first-name basis.
Hermione looked around, eying the crowd warily. "Where's....where's the redhead?" She asked Harry, not being able to say Ron's name, as it still caused her much pain.
"Somewhere. Last time I saw him, we were at Honeydukes. About an hour ago," Harry shrugged. "Probably off snogging Parvati or something."
"Oh." Hermione stood, picking her bags up. "We need to get back to school to start getting ready for the Ball. I wonder who will start the first dance."
"Don't know," Cho said, grinning, "Come on, 'Mione, let's go get ready." She pointed at the badge emblazoned with an italic iP/i on each of their chests, pinned to their robes. "We can use the Prefect's bathroom." And so Cho and Hermione ran out of the pub, their bags bouncing up and down with each step, leaving Harry and Draco standing there.
"I think they planned that, running off and leaving us here, don't you, Draco?" said Harry awkwardly.
"Yes, I do. Well, we'd better run off after them, don't you think?" Draco said, picking up his bags.
"Yeah, I think we should. Let's go, then." Harry said, leading the way out of the pub.
I, the lovely narrator, Charity, now take you to the Prefect's Bathroom, where Cho and Hermione are swimming in their bathing suits, washing up, all that sort of stuff.
"Stop splashing me, Cho!" Hermione shrieked, splashing back in self-defense. She was clad in her scarlet bikini, as she didn't want to be called a lesbian as well as a traitor. Cho was in her own dark blue bikini. She didn't want to be called a lesbian, either.
"Never!" Cho replied, splashing. She stopped as the lock clicked on the door. "Oooh, shit....not good, not good, really not good!"
"Shit..." Hermione said, surprising Cho. Her breath and heart started again when she saw that it was only Draco and Harry. "God, Harry, Draco, you had us scared to death!" Hermione said, climbing out of the swimming pool-sized bathtub.
Draco's breath caught in his throat. Hermione was normally beautiful, but she looked like a Goddess in that sparkly scarlet bikini. He would have stripped for her if it wasn't for Cho and Harry being in there. Her wet brown tresses fell slightly past her upper chest area, and she looked like the mermaid that was scowling out at them from the painting on the wall.
"Draco?" Hermione said, looking at him.
"What? Oh, sorry." He knew (vaguely) that she had spoken.
"I said, do you have a swimsuit on you? For you?" She repeated.
"No, but I've got my boxers on, though." He replied, lowering his voice an octave. He didn't want those two over there (Harry and Cho) hearing him.
"Well? Harry's getting in with his boxers on, why don't you?" She said, touching his cheek lightly.
"Alright, then. But only if it would please you." Draco said. Hmph. Close enough to stripping, though. He undressed down to his boxers (black, how classy), and got into the tub. He held out a hand for Hermione, a grin spreading across his face. "Come on, love, I'll help you in."
She took his hand, smiling back. Big mistake.
"Take a breath!" He shouted, and pulled her in.
"AH-" She took a breath right before she hit the water. She surfaced, mock-glaring at Draco. "I'm going to get you, you.....you...."
"Sexy Slytherin? Handsome guy? What?" He said, throwing on a fake smug look.
"I'm going to wipe that smug expression off your face, Draco!" Hermione said, treading water.
"Oh, really? How so, love?" He replied, grinning.
"Like this!" She leaned back and kicked, splashing him. She giggled and swam off.
"Ooooh, if I didn't love you, I'd have to kill you." Draco said, chasing her.
The narrator thinks we should skip to the getting-ready part. And so we shall, and we shall have no exceptions! I mean it, stop whining!
"How are we going to do this? Get dressed, I mean?" Hermione wondered aloud, twirling a strand of wet hair around her index finger.
"Like this." Harry said, and muttered a simple spell which made four dressing areas pop out of the floor.
iOh...why didn't I think of that?/i She thought, stepping into a dressing area with her bags from Gladrags Wizardwear in Hogsmeade. She stepped out of her bikini and slipped on her bra and underwear. From the bag she pulled an elegant white gown, with iridescent glitter embedded in the fabric. It was a strapless dress, so she said a simple enchantment which made her bra straps disappear. She pulled out a pair of three-and-a-half-inch stilletos, scarlet and shimmery to match her robes which would go over her gown. She then pulled out the robes, a silky scarlet material that was enchanted to shimmer, which she buttoned from the third one down to the sixth one down, so it showed the top of her dress (It had pearls embroidered along the hem) and the bottom of her dress. She pulled some white satin elbow-length gloves out of the bag and slipped them on. She then got out her wand and held it over her head, and her hair dried, tied at her crown, and curled into spiraled ringlets cascading to her shoulder blades. Her hair also shimmered, and basically, she looked like a goddess or faerie, and perhaps a princess. Her make-up consisted of: Black mascara, black eyeliner, white eyeshadow, light pink blush, and scarlet lipstick. Dangling from her ears were silver hoops.
"I'm ready," Hermione said, inspecting herself in the mirror that was hanging from the wall of her dressing area.
"So am I." She heard Draco, Harry, and Cho reply.
She stepped out of the dressing area, and it disappeared back into the floor, leaving her bag sitting on the floor. She flicked her wand and it disappeared off to her dormitory.
"Wow......'Mione, you look great." Cho said. She had on a black gown, similar to Hermione's under her dark blue shimmer-robes. On her arms were elbow-length black satin gloves. Her make-up consisted of light blue eyeshadow, black mascara and eyeliner, and also scarlet lipstick. Her black hair was pleated into a french braid that dangled to the middle of her back. In her hair was little gold sparkles, and dangling from her ears were gold hoops.
Draco was gaping at Hermione. He was clad in a white button-down shirt, black slacks, a gray sweater-vest, dress shoes, and a dark gray tie. Draped over this were bottle-green dress robes. His normally slicked-back hair was left unslicked, so he looked rugged and sexy. His bangs hung halfway down his forehead. "You look......beautiful, Hermione." He finally forced out.
Harry, on the other hand, was gaping at Cho. He was dressed in a white button-down shirt, khaki slacks, a gray sweater-vest, boots, and a dark scarlet tie. Dangling from his shoulders were dark gold dress robes. His hair, normally messy, looked as if he had actually ran a comb through it for once. "You look nice, Cho." He choked out.
"Thanks." Hermione and Cho said at the same time, grinning. "Let's go knock them down with our Goddess-like beauty, 'Mione." Cho continued.
"Yes, let's. Come on, Drac, Harry." She gace Draco a seductive 'come-hither' look. He gulped and held his arm out, through which she linked her gloved arm. Harry and Cho did the same thing.
They left the Prefect's Bathroom, and in a few minutes, stood in the Entrance Hall, waiting to go into the Great Hall when they heard footsteps pounding towards them.
"Harry! Hey, Harry, wait up!" Colin Creevey's voice floated to them in the near-empty corridor.
"Oh, God. Kill me." Harry groaned.
"Harry, I've been looking for you all everywhere! Professor Dumbledore told me to find you and tell you that you four and four others would start the first dance, you four, Ron and Parvati, and Lisa Turpin and Blaise Zabini." Colin said, huffing as he reached them.
"Blaise and Lisa?" Cho said blandly. "I never would've thought! You'd think that Lisa and Terry wou--wait, they broke up two weeks ago. Oh well."
Hermione looked at Draco, eyes wide. "Heh. Heh. I didn't think I'd do it two years in a row."
"I didn't think I would do it at all." Draco said, gulping.
"Well, you are. So get over it." Colin said, and walked off.
"Fiesty little bugger." Draco said, grinning. Hermione giggled, Cho smiled, and Harry also grinned.
"Well. Off we go, then." Hermione said, feeling nervous.
"Here goes nothing." said Harry.
A/N: D'you like it? Chapter two will be up soon! ^.^ ~Charity~