How It's Supposed To Be
WHOO!! This is the REVISED edition of A New Definition, even tho I only have 6 chapters and this one could grow far beyond that. Ok, so I'm gonna have longer, more action/romance/drama/heartbreak filled chapters from now on, or ill smack myself.. or even shave my eyebrows (lol chris) ok, so read on!!
Disclaimer: Ok, seriously, if I owned Harry Potter or was J.K. Rowling, why on gods good earth would I put the 5th book on the internet? No, this is just my idea of a good romance fic lol and I forget these things so if I forget to put it up don't sue me I just forgot to
Chapter One- Back To School
In the quiet upper class sector of Liverpool England, all was at peace. Birds chirped, children played quietly in their gigantic, richly furnished homes, and-
"OH MY GOD!!!! MAMI!!!! PAPI!!! I DID IT OH DEAR LORD I DID IT!!!" Hermione Granger raced through her room and jumped down the staircase three steps at a time, stumbled at the bottom, ran into the wall, and continued her shrieking rampage into the sitting room, where her father was reading the paper and her mother was reading the works of Charles Dickens. Her mother jumped when the 16-year-old entered, and her father lowered his paper and peered at her over his spectacles.
"Hermione, Darling, what have you done?" her mother asked calmly, raising an eyebrow at her daughter who sported disheveled hair, was breathing heavily, and clutched a paper in her hand like she would never let go.
"I did it, they accepted me!! Mami I'm a prefect! I'm the best! They chose me over everyone else. I can't believe they chose me. I need to go to London." She turned to her father excitedly. "Papi I need to go to London, not muggle London, wizard London. I need new school robes, and school supplies, and I need to get to Hogwarts."
"But Dearest, Hermione, darling child," her mother said, putting a bookmark in her book and setting it down. "You still have a month before school starts. Are you sure you want to leave so soon?"
Hermione fixed her hair and took a deep breath. "Mother, Father, I am not sure you quite understand the responsibility and privileges bestowed upon a prefect, especially one of Gryffindor. We are required to look after hundreds of younger and some older children, and plan events for the whole school. We are required to be brave in the face of all danger and challenges. It is a necessity that I leave for school earlier than normal, not only to settle into the prefect quarters, but to plan for the arrival of hundreds of returning students and many new ones. So I'm asking, no, I'm begging you, can we please leave for London as soon as we possibly can? Please?"
Hermione's mother glanced at her husband, a smile flickering across her lips. "Of course dear. I remember being Head of my class. It was quite exhilarating. Pack your things. We shall leave in two days.
Hermione's bottom lip trembled and she threw her arms around her parents. "Oh thank you thank you thank you I love you all so much!" With that she fled upstairs with a shriek of joy. However, another was not having the same reaction.
The young man scanned the letter a second time, his forehead furrowed and a frown beginning to overcome his handsome features. "I don't believe this. I mean, I know I'm the only candidate, but that old coot had the nerve to actually do it.... Ridiculous." He ran a hand through his platinum blonde hair, his icy clue eyes clouding in thought. "Of course bushhead know it all Granger will be the Gryffindor prefect.. But I don't really know the others.. Perhaps that Patil girl, she seemed smart enough even if she had a twit of a sister like Parvati.. Although they do have looks.. Oh who cares. I'll set off for London tomorrow." He looked up at the nervous house elf bowing before him. "Inform my father and prepare my things. I'll be on the train to Hogwarts tomorrow or my name isn't Draco Malfoy. Now move!" he snapped angrily at the trembling elf who fled the room like there was no tomorrow. He stood and stretched, tossing the letter that informed him he was the Slytherin prefect into the fire. He sauntered out of the room and climbed one of the long winding staircases that were common in Malfoy manor.
He looked around at the muggles wandering aimlessly, wrinkling his nose as he leaned on the border between platforms 9 and 10. He slipped through with his trolley full of luggage and his gray eagle owl. He passed the trolley to one of the attendants who brought his things through the compartments of the crimson Hogwarts train. They came to one of the last compartments, which Draco thought would be empty like the rest of the train. He thought wrong. He looked over the girl who sat there, who glanced up from the book she was reading. 'Emily Dickinson?' he thought. She had dark brown wavy hair, and bright, intelligent amber eyes, a strong jaw and a delicate neck. He let his eyes wander up and down her figure, taking in her tight jeans and blue tank top, which read 'stop staring at me'. He smiled and indicated to the seat across from her. "May I sit?" he asked politely. She raised and eyebrow at him and a look of amusement flashed in her eyes as she nodded.
"Go ahead." Her voice was sweet like sugar, and she spoke with the accent of someone who spent their life in the upper class part of town. 'He doesn't recognize me!!' she thought with glee.
He held his hand out. "Draco Malfoy," he said. She took it, and he brushed his lips across the back of her hand, making her blush lightly.
"Hello Draco Malfoy."
"Are you new?" he asked. "I don't remember seeing you last year." 'Who is she? This is getting interesting.'
"Oh no, you know me well Draco. You saw me almost every day in school for the past four years. You talked to me at least once a week."
"Are you a Slytherin? I'm sorry but I'm drawing a blank.
Her eyes widened and her eyes brightened. "No, I am not a Slytherin. I'm in Gryffindor. In fact I'm the prefect this year."
"Oh really? I'm the prefect for Slytherin. I would have thought the Gryffindor prefect would be someone- someone else."
Now she was grinning from ear to ear and looked like she would burst out laughing at any second. "Like who?"
"Oh nobody special, just this know it all girl Hermione Granger. Do you know her?"
"Do I know her? Hmm.. Yes, Draco Malfoy, I know her very well. For you see, Draco Malfoy, I am she."
His jaw dropped and he did nothing to hide his shock at her proclamation. 'This gorgeous, intelligent woman is that bushy haired, nose stuck in a book snotty girl from last year? The Hermione he remembered.. Well he had never really noticed her, except for the few times he insulted her to get at Potty and Weasel. He remembered a mane of hair, not much of a figure, and a grating, unpleasant voice. This girl had beautiful hair, a drop dead gorgeous figure, and a voice like honey. "Impossible." he finally said.
"Oh? How is it impossible? Let me make it clearer. My best friends are Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. Almost every chance you got, you put us down, or tried to get us in trouble. You made my life a living hell and I don't expect it to continue. Understand? And close your mouth you look like a fish. Please exit my compartment." He was still standing there looking puzzled, trying to make things click into place. She laughed at his confused look and asked him again to leave, and surprisingly enough he did. 'Ok so she's the Gryffindor prefect. She isn't such an eyesore anymore. And she seems to have a sense of humor now.. This might not be so bad after all.'
'Ok so he's the Slytherin prefect. He isn't such a self-absorbed jerk anymore. And he seems to have gotten some manners.. This might not be so bad after all.'
The train arrived at Hogwarts and they collected their luggage, gazing at the cloudless night sky. As Draco passed Hermione on the way to the coach, she gazed upwards and he thought he heard her murmur, "How beautiful.." He chuckled softly, bringing her back down to earth. She turned to get her last piece of luggage, but found she couldn't lift it. "Oh for gods sakes." She said exasperatedly, giving the uncooperative suitcase a giant tug and then- it weighed nothing.
"Honestly Granger." A voice quite close to her said. She gasped in surprise and dropped her grip on the suitcase, which stayed where it was because Draco had taken a hold on it. "What have you got in here?" He carried it effortlessly to the lone carriage that would take them up to the school. He placed it into the luggage compartment and it vanished instantly, up to the prefect dorms most likely Hermione realized. Draco opened the door, and with an elegant, dramatically deep bow said, "Ladies first." He helped her step up to the carriage, with her murmur of 'Thank you' and stepped in himself, the door slamming behind him on his own. The wheels creaked, and the horseless, driverless carriage slowly made its' way up to the looming castle of Hogwarts.
Hermione stepped out of the carriage, sighing as she walked up the steps to the entrance. The door slammed behind her, and in a few quick steps Draco 'Malfoy' her mind corrected had caught in stride with her. She snuck a glance at him from under her long lashes. He was a head taller than her and had abandoned his slicked back hair for a shorter, messier style. As she was checking him out he glanced at her sideways, and smiled to see her looking at him. She averted her eyes, a blush creeping over her cheeks. They reached the main doors, and they swung open silently. Hermione sighed and visibly relaxed once inside the doorway. "It's so nice to be back home." She whispered softly, so softly, in fact, that Draco almost didn't hear it. He grinned inwardly that she considered Hogwarts her home.
"Back home?" he questioned aloud.
"Better than what's back there." She mumbled, not realizing that this was Malfoy she was talking to.
"How so?"
She snapped back to reality (she seems to be doing a lot of that) and mumbled harshly "None of your damn business Malfoy." He chuckled softly, and strode ahead of her down the hall, up 2 sets of stairs, took a right, and stopped in font of a portrait that surprised him to no measure.
WHOO!! This is the REVISED edition of A New Definition, even tho I only have 6 chapters and this one could grow far beyond that. Ok, so I'm gonna have longer, more action/romance/drama/heartbreak filled chapters from now on, or ill smack myself.. or even shave my eyebrows (lol chris) ok, so read on!!
Disclaimer: Ok, seriously, if I owned Harry Potter or was J.K. Rowling, why on gods good earth would I put the 5th book on the internet? No, this is just my idea of a good romance fic lol and I forget these things so if I forget to put it up don't sue me I just forgot to
Chapter One- Back To School
In the quiet upper class sector of Liverpool England, all was at peace. Birds chirped, children played quietly in their gigantic, richly furnished homes, and-
"OH MY GOD!!!! MAMI!!!! PAPI!!! I DID IT OH DEAR LORD I DID IT!!!" Hermione Granger raced through her room and jumped down the staircase three steps at a time, stumbled at the bottom, ran into the wall, and continued her shrieking rampage into the sitting room, where her father was reading the paper and her mother was reading the works of Charles Dickens. Her mother jumped when the 16-year-old entered, and her father lowered his paper and peered at her over his spectacles.
"Hermione, Darling, what have you done?" her mother asked calmly, raising an eyebrow at her daughter who sported disheveled hair, was breathing heavily, and clutched a paper in her hand like she would never let go.
"I did it, they accepted me!! Mami I'm a prefect! I'm the best! They chose me over everyone else. I can't believe they chose me. I need to go to London." She turned to her father excitedly. "Papi I need to go to London, not muggle London, wizard London. I need new school robes, and school supplies, and I need to get to Hogwarts."
"But Dearest, Hermione, darling child," her mother said, putting a bookmark in her book and setting it down. "You still have a month before school starts. Are you sure you want to leave so soon?"
Hermione fixed her hair and took a deep breath. "Mother, Father, I am not sure you quite understand the responsibility and privileges bestowed upon a prefect, especially one of Gryffindor. We are required to look after hundreds of younger and some older children, and plan events for the whole school. We are required to be brave in the face of all danger and challenges. It is a necessity that I leave for school earlier than normal, not only to settle into the prefect quarters, but to plan for the arrival of hundreds of returning students and many new ones. So I'm asking, no, I'm begging you, can we please leave for London as soon as we possibly can? Please?"
Hermione's mother glanced at her husband, a smile flickering across her lips. "Of course dear. I remember being Head of my class. It was quite exhilarating. Pack your things. We shall leave in two days.
Hermione's bottom lip trembled and she threw her arms around her parents. "Oh thank you thank you thank you I love you all so much!" With that she fled upstairs with a shriek of joy. However, another was not having the same reaction.
The young man scanned the letter a second time, his forehead furrowed and a frown beginning to overcome his handsome features. "I don't believe this. I mean, I know I'm the only candidate, but that old coot had the nerve to actually do it.... Ridiculous." He ran a hand through his platinum blonde hair, his icy clue eyes clouding in thought. "Of course bushhead know it all Granger will be the Gryffindor prefect.. But I don't really know the others.. Perhaps that Patil girl, she seemed smart enough even if she had a twit of a sister like Parvati.. Although they do have looks.. Oh who cares. I'll set off for London tomorrow." He looked up at the nervous house elf bowing before him. "Inform my father and prepare my things. I'll be on the train to Hogwarts tomorrow or my name isn't Draco Malfoy. Now move!" he snapped angrily at the trembling elf who fled the room like there was no tomorrow. He stood and stretched, tossing the letter that informed him he was the Slytherin prefect into the fire. He sauntered out of the room and climbed one of the long winding staircases that were common in Malfoy manor.
He looked around at the muggles wandering aimlessly, wrinkling his nose as he leaned on the border between platforms 9 and 10. He slipped through with his trolley full of luggage and his gray eagle owl. He passed the trolley to one of the attendants who brought his things through the compartments of the crimson Hogwarts train. They came to one of the last compartments, which Draco thought would be empty like the rest of the train. He thought wrong. He looked over the girl who sat there, who glanced up from the book she was reading. 'Emily Dickinson?' he thought. She had dark brown wavy hair, and bright, intelligent amber eyes, a strong jaw and a delicate neck. He let his eyes wander up and down her figure, taking in her tight jeans and blue tank top, which read 'stop staring at me'. He smiled and indicated to the seat across from her. "May I sit?" he asked politely. She raised and eyebrow at him and a look of amusement flashed in her eyes as she nodded.
"Go ahead." Her voice was sweet like sugar, and she spoke with the accent of someone who spent their life in the upper class part of town. 'He doesn't recognize me!!' she thought with glee.
He held his hand out. "Draco Malfoy," he said. She took it, and he brushed his lips across the back of her hand, making her blush lightly.
"Hello Draco Malfoy."
"Are you new?" he asked. "I don't remember seeing you last year." 'Who is she? This is getting interesting.'
"Oh no, you know me well Draco. You saw me almost every day in school for the past four years. You talked to me at least once a week."
"Are you a Slytherin? I'm sorry but I'm drawing a blank.
Her eyes widened and her eyes brightened. "No, I am not a Slytherin. I'm in Gryffindor. In fact I'm the prefect this year."
"Oh really? I'm the prefect for Slytherin. I would have thought the Gryffindor prefect would be someone- someone else."
Now she was grinning from ear to ear and looked like she would burst out laughing at any second. "Like who?"
"Oh nobody special, just this know it all girl Hermione Granger. Do you know her?"
"Do I know her? Hmm.. Yes, Draco Malfoy, I know her very well. For you see, Draco Malfoy, I am she."
His jaw dropped and he did nothing to hide his shock at her proclamation. 'This gorgeous, intelligent woman is that bushy haired, nose stuck in a book snotty girl from last year? The Hermione he remembered.. Well he had never really noticed her, except for the few times he insulted her to get at Potty and Weasel. He remembered a mane of hair, not much of a figure, and a grating, unpleasant voice. This girl had beautiful hair, a drop dead gorgeous figure, and a voice like honey. "Impossible." he finally said.
"Oh? How is it impossible? Let me make it clearer. My best friends are Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. Almost every chance you got, you put us down, or tried to get us in trouble. You made my life a living hell and I don't expect it to continue. Understand? And close your mouth you look like a fish. Please exit my compartment." He was still standing there looking puzzled, trying to make things click into place. She laughed at his confused look and asked him again to leave, and surprisingly enough he did. 'Ok so she's the Gryffindor prefect. She isn't such an eyesore anymore. And she seems to have a sense of humor now.. This might not be so bad after all.'
'Ok so he's the Slytherin prefect. He isn't such a self-absorbed jerk anymore. And he seems to have gotten some manners.. This might not be so bad after all.'
The train arrived at Hogwarts and they collected their luggage, gazing at the cloudless night sky. As Draco passed Hermione on the way to the coach, she gazed upwards and he thought he heard her murmur, "How beautiful.." He chuckled softly, bringing her back down to earth. She turned to get her last piece of luggage, but found she couldn't lift it. "Oh for gods sakes." She said exasperatedly, giving the uncooperative suitcase a giant tug and then- it weighed nothing.
"Honestly Granger." A voice quite close to her said. She gasped in surprise and dropped her grip on the suitcase, which stayed where it was because Draco had taken a hold on it. "What have you got in here?" He carried it effortlessly to the lone carriage that would take them up to the school. He placed it into the luggage compartment and it vanished instantly, up to the prefect dorms most likely Hermione realized. Draco opened the door, and with an elegant, dramatically deep bow said, "Ladies first." He helped her step up to the carriage, with her murmur of 'Thank you' and stepped in himself, the door slamming behind him on his own. The wheels creaked, and the horseless, driverless carriage slowly made its' way up to the looming castle of Hogwarts.
Hermione stepped out of the carriage, sighing as she walked up the steps to the entrance. The door slammed behind her, and in a few quick steps Draco 'Malfoy' her mind corrected had caught in stride with her. She snuck a glance at him from under her long lashes. He was a head taller than her and had abandoned his slicked back hair for a shorter, messier style. As she was checking him out he glanced at her sideways, and smiled to see her looking at him. She averted her eyes, a blush creeping over her cheeks. They reached the main doors, and they swung open silently. Hermione sighed and visibly relaxed once inside the doorway. "It's so nice to be back home." She whispered softly, so softly, in fact, that Draco almost didn't hear it. He grinned inwardly that she considered Hogwarts her home.
"Back home?" he questioned aloud.
"Better than what's back there." She mumbled, not realizing that this was Malfoy she was talking to.
"How so?"
She snapped back to reality (she seems to be doing a lot of that) and mumbled harshly "None of your damn business Malfoy." He chuckled softly, and strode ahead of her down the hall, up 2 sets of stairs, took a right, and stopped in font of a portrait that surprised him to no measure.