Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter series. geez, now I'm all
depressed.
A/N: Rated PG-13. There is some vulgar language and such. I will warn if any "controversial" is written.
***```Sweet Seductions```***
,.;: Chapter One: Unwelcome Surprises. :;.,
Hermione Granger gasped as she slid through the barrier for Platform 9¾. It had been a long, lonely summer for her. With Voldemort on the loose, Hermione and her family were advised to lay low, because everyone knew that Voldemort hated Muggles and Muggle-borns. Thus, she couldn't go to the Burrow, which disappointed her greatly. The only highlight of the summer had been her shiny, new Head Girl badge, which she currently wore proudly.
Her letter had advised her to show up at 10:15 in order to receive the instructions for the Prefect meeting, which would take place once the train left the station. Hermione quickly entered the Prefects' compartment and gasped as she saw who was seated at the front of the compartment.
Draco Malfoy.
Her blood instantly started boiling when she saw him seated at the front compartment, looking smug and far too sure of himself. He looked up at her entrance, and started smirking. He stood up slowly, and Hermione noticed that he had grown to a full 6 foot something. She drew herself up a little. She was tall for a female, but, even at 5 foot 7 inches, she was still a good head shorter than him.
Malfoy started walking towards Hermione, stopping about three feet away. "Ahh, I should've figured that Little Miss Perfect would become Head Girl. What an excellent way to spend seventh year- trapped in a special wing with just the Mudblood," he spat. Hermione could almost feel the hatred in his words. Hell, she could sense it.
"Piss off, Malfoy. Like I want to spend the year with a ferret like you... Wait, did you say with just me?"
"Damn, for someone so smart you're completely moronic. Let me spell this out for you, Granger. The Head Girl and the Head Boy- that's you and me- get a special, isolated wing for only you and me. Hear that? Isolated. I-S-O-L-A-T-E-D." he snickered at his little joke. "What, didn't you finish reading your letter?"
Hermione blushed angrily at Malfoy. 'The little bastard.' she thought as took in his words. She hadn't read the rest of the letter. She saw the first few sentences and freaked. She didn't realize there was more. "Oh, Malfoy, I'm oh-so sorry for not reading the entire letter. God, you're a bloody wanker."
"You say that as if you're the bloody queen of England, Granger. Need I remind you that you are most certainly not the queen, nor will you ever be the queen of England." Malfoy and Hermione glared at each other as Professor McGonagall walked into the compartment.
"Mr. Malfoy and Miss Granger, please sit down. As Head Boy and Head Girl, you must at least stop the bickering in public. When you are in your chamber, feel free to bite each others heads off, as long as it is within school policy. I shall hopefully only remind you once that you will be the two people who get the most attention this school year. You must be a role model to the other students. Now, about the prefects' meeting. They must, as always, perform hall duty. This is the schedule," Professor McGonagall said as she handed them each a stack of parchment, "and you will explain to the prefects the rules of these hall duties. I hopefully do not have to refresh either of your memories about these rules." She paused here to see if they had any problems with the rule remembering. "Well then, I do have to ask you to explain other do's and don'ts about privileges and duties. You should know these as well. The last thing is that we will have to select pairs of students for a worldwide convention this year. Naturally, you two will be representing the seventh year, and we will need 4 prefects, 2 from each year besides seventh. Choose carefully. These students need to be very well behaved, with top scores in as many classes as possible. They should also get along fairly decently- the accommodations for this convention are horrific. Should they have any questions, please ask them to see me after the feast. Oh, one last thing. Miss Granger, the passwords are here, in these envelopes. Please pass them out, and once they have memorized them, please throw them in the wastebasket. Please use the Incineration charm on these once they are all thrown away. Sadly, I must hurry back to the school, the preparations have taken a little longer this year. Good day." With that, Professor McGonagall apparated, leaving the Slytherin Sex God and the Gryffindor Perfectionist alone again.
"Granger, I'm gonna leave this all to you. I'll just sit in my seat and look lush," Malfoy stated, as Hermione snickered. "What's so funny?"
"You? Lush? Yeah right. But, anyway, I am NOT doing all the work by myself, Malfoy."
"You're a bitch, Granger. Did you know that?"
"Only for you, Malfoy. Only for you."
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Once the prefect meeting ended (without much hostility), Hermione found her friends and told them all about her meeting with Malfoy.
"Poor 'Mione, I can't believe they stuck you with that asshole. I swear, if he says one more thing to you, I will kick his ass," Harry ranted, Ron agreeing wholeheartedly.
"I swear, he is such a slimy git," Ron said.
"Hell yeah he is. Ron, we should just go kick his ass now and give him forewarning."
"Guys.." Hermione said. Ginny laughed.
"Just don't mess with his face. It's gorgeous," Ginny gushed. When Harry and Ron quickly wheeled around on her, she quickly added, "until you realize who you're looking at, of course!" She laughed nervously and gave Hermione a look that clearly said, 'I just slipped away from a beating.'
"Seriously, though, 'Mione, don't let him give you hell this year. Tell us if he does," Harry said.
"Yeah, Fred and George have concocted some pretty dangerous stuff for their shop that could be very useful when it comes to making that slimy little git quit being such an asshole," Ron added.
"Trust me, if he does anything else, I will personally de-ball before he can finish his statement," Hermione said firmly, with shocked looks from her male friends.
Ron whimpered. "Hermione, as much as the slimy git deserves it, that's not right. You can't mess with a man's. package like that. That's not right!"
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Well, there's the first chapter! Please review!!! I need some motivation to write, ya know *hint hint*
~*~ Love and kisses, ~*~
~*~ The Band Nerd ~*~
~*~ Liz ~*~
A/N: Rated PG-13. There is some vulgar language and such. I will warn if any "controversial" is written.
***```Sweet Seductions```***
,.;: Chapter One: Unwelcome Surprises. :;.,
Hermione Granger gasped as she slid through the barrier for Platform 9¾. It had been a long, lonely summer for her. With Voldemort on the loose, Hermione and her family were advised to lay low, because everyone knew that Voldemort hated Muggles and Muggle-borns. Thus, she couldn't go to the Burrow, which disappointed her greatly. The only highlight of the summer had been her shiny, new Head Girl badge, which she currently wore proudly.
Her letter had advised her to show up at 10:15 in order to receive the instructions for the Prefect meeting, which would take place once the train left the station. Hermione quickly entered the Prefects' compartment and gasped as she saw who was seated at the front of the compartment.
Draco Malfoy.
Her blood instantly started boiling when she saw him seated at the front compartment, looking smug and far too sure of himself. He looked up at her entrance, and started smirking. He stood up slowly, and Hermione noticed that he had grown to a full 6 foot something. She drew herself up a little. She was tall for a female, but, even at 5 foot 7 inches, she was still a good head shorter than him.
Malfoy started walking towards Hermione, stopping about three feet away. "Ahh, I should've figured that Little Miss Perfect would become Head Girl. What an excellent way to spend seventh year- trapped in a special wing with just the Mudblood," he spat. Hermione could almost feel the hatred in his words. Hell, she could sense it.
"Piss off, Malfoy. Like I want to spend the year with a ferret like you... Wait, did you say with just me?"
"Damn, for someone so smart you're completely moronic. Let me spell this out for you, Granger. The Head Girl and the Head Boy- that's you and me- get a special, isolated wing for only you and me. Hear that? Isolated. I-S-O-L-A-T-E-D." he snickered at his little joke. "What, didn't you finish reading your letter?"
Hermione blushed angrily at Malfoy. 'The little bastard.' she thought as took in his words. She hadn't read the rest of the letter. She saw the first few sentences and freaked. She didn't realize there was more. "Oh, Malfoy, I'm oh-so sorry for not reading the entire letter. God, you're a bloody wanker."
"You say that as if you're the bloody queen of England, Granger. Need I remind you that you are most certainly not the queen, nor will you ever be the queen of England." Malfoy and Hermione glared at each other as Professor McGonagall walked into the compartment.
"Mr. Malfoy and Miss Granger, please sit down. As Head Boy and Head Girl, you must at least stop the bickering in public. When you are in your chamber, feel free to bite each others heads off, as long as it is within school policy. I shall hopefully only remind you once that you will be the two people who get the most attention this school year. You must be a role model to the other students. Now, about the prefects' meeting. They must, as always, perform hall duty. This is the schedule," Professor McGonagall said as she handed them each a stack of parchment, "and you will explain to the prefects the rules of these hall duties. I hopefully do not have to refresh either of your memories about these rules." She paused here to see if they had any problems with the rule remembering. "Well then, I do have to ask you to explain other do's and don'ts about privileges and duties. You should know these as well. The last thing is that we will have to select pairs of students for a worldwide convention this year. Naturally, you two will be representing the seventh year, and we will need 4 prefects, 2 from each year besides seventh. Choose carefully. These students need to be very well behaved, with top scores in as many classes as possible. They should also get along fairly decently- the accommodations for this convention are horrific. Should they have any questions, please ask them to see me after the feast. Oh, one last thing. Miss Granger, the passwords are here, in these envelopes. Please pass them out, and once they have memorized them, please throw them in the wastebasket. Please use the Incineration charm on these once they are all thrown away. Sadly, I must hurry back to the school, the preparations have taken a little longer this year. Good day." With that, Professor McGonagall apparated, leaving the Slytherin Sex God and the Gryffindor Perfectionist alone again.
"Granger, I'm gonna leave this all to you. I'll just sit in my seat and look lush," Malfoy stated, as Hermione snickered. "What's so funny?"
"You? Lush? Yeah right. But, anyway, I am NOT doing all the work by myself, Malfoy."
"You're a bitch, Granger. Did you know that?"
"Only for you, Malfoy. Only for you."
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Once the prefect meeting ended (without much hostility), Hermione found her friends and told them all about her meeting with Malfoy.
"Poor 'Mione, I can't believe they stuck you with that asshole. I swear, if he says one more thing to you, I will kick his ass," Harry ranted, Ron agreeing wholeheartedly.
"I swear, he is such a slimy git," Ron said.
"Hell yeah he is. Ron, we should just go kick his ass now and give him forewarning."
"Guys.." Hermione said. Ginny laughed.
"Just don't mess with his face. It's gorgeous," Ginny gushed. When Harry and Ron quickly wheeled around on her, she quickly added, "until you realize who you're looking at, of course!" She laughed nervously and gave Hermione a look that clearly said, 'I just slipped away from a beating.'
"Seriously, though, 'Mione, don't let him give you hell this year. Tell us if he does," Harry said.
"Yeah, Fred and George have concocted some pretty dangerous stuff for their shop that could be very useful when it comes to making that slimy little git quit being such an asshole," Ron added.
"Trust me, if he does anything else, I will personally de-ball before he can finish his statement," Hermione said firmly, with shocked looks from her male friends.
Ron whimpered. "Hermione, as much as the slimy git deserves it, that's not right. You can't mess with a man's. package like that. That's not right!"
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Well, there's the first chapter! Please review!!! I need some motivation to write, ya know *hint hint*
~*~ Love and kisses, ~*~
~*~ The Band Nerd ~*~
~*~ Liz ~*~