*Hermione's POV*
Hermione barged into the Gryffindor common room in a huff. She hadn't been able to see her friends for the whole day because of her new duties.
"Guess who they made Head Boy?!?" she said crossing her arms and flopping down in an armchair. Harry and Ron looked at each other with an exasperated expression.
"Malfoy," they said in unison.
"Yep," she said, "And the worst part is that I have to share a room with him! Of all the people why did they have to pick Malfoy?" she added in a whiny tone. Harry shrugged and moved his pawn to another place on the chess board. Ron moved his next piece and looked up.
"Well Hermione," he said, "He does get rather good grades."
"Yeah, but that's because he's in Slytherin, and everybody knows that Snape favors them," she replied in that know-it -all way of hers.
"Snape is only his teacher for potions though, what about the others, you know McGonagall doesn't do that," said Harry.
Hermione sighed and got up, "Listen guys, I've got work to do, see you at dinner." She slung her bag over her shoulder and walked out of the portrait hole.
"Hi Hermione!" shouted a Hufflepuff boy around her age as she bounded her way down the hall. It was strange that he would call out to her; she didn't even know him at all. Actually, that had been happening a lot lately. She had grown a lot this past summer, not so much that she had gotten taller; she was a bit, um, developed. She had curves (finally), and in all the right places. Of course she thought nothing of this, it was her grades that really mattered. 'What a stupid, shallow, git,' she thought, 'he would have never noticed me if it weren't for my boobs!'
"Um, hi," she said, trying to sound uncertain.
"I was wondering if you wanted to go to Hogsmeade with me next weekend? We can stop at the Three Broom Sticks and get a couple butterbeers."
She didn't believe it, was he asking her out? On a date? He must have been out of his mind.
"Oh, I'm really sorry," she said thinking of a way to get out of it, "But I am doing some. volunteer work for McGonagall. I can't get out of it."
She rushed off before he could say anything else.
*Draco's POV*
Draco stood in (slight) shock. He had just run smack into another student. He backed away to look at his victim. And who was it, of course, but the filthy, little, mudblood. 'Well, not so little anymore,' he thought to himself glancing down at her breasts.
Wait. Had he just checked out possibly one of his worst enemies (he wasn't sure if he hated her more or less than Pansy after he had broken up with her). Gross! Absolutely disgusting!
"Watch where you're going, Granger!" he spat. She looked shocked.
"Excuse me? You ran into me! Why don't you watch it?" she hissed right back at him.
She turned and continued walking, obviously not wanting to get in too big of a fight. He followed.
"I believe it was just the opposite, mudblood. And where the hell do you think you're going?" She had whispered the password to portrait hole of the Head's new quarters. Of course he had known exactly where she was going, he just liked to piss her off.
"I'm going to our new Dormitory, Ferret Face." She retorted. He just laughed and went in. She glared behind him.
The room was absolutely hideous. It was a mixture of both the Gryffinfor and Slytherin house colors. It looked rather Christmas-y. But it was livable. He plopped down in a big leather chair and sneered at Hermione.
"Do you practice that?" she said looking appalled.
"Why yes, and I've been told it's one of those things that the girls find irresistible. Don't you think it's sexy, Granger?"
"You wish, Malfoy," she said, "I'm going to my room." And with that she waddled off. Actually, she walked with a nice little sway. Or so he thought (subconsciously).
He pulled out his wand and swished it around. He wasn't planning on doing anything. It was just one of those things he did unconsciously when he had nothing to do. The light of the fire reflected off the dark, chocolate colored brown of the wood. He then put it away and went to his room. He was planning out a letter in his head for his mother. She always liked to hear about his first day back to school. He also had something else to write, an owl to a certain red-headed weasel from Granger.
Dearest Ronald,
I just couldn't help but notice that you're not so much of a boy anymore. You have grown into a strong, handsome man. Don't think I haven't noticed that you have been showing hints of affection towards me over the last few years. I have just been afraid to show my feelings to you and I'm afraid I just can't hide my feelings anymore. I guess what I'm trying to say is: I think I have fallen in love with you. If you still feel the same way meet me in the astronomy tower at eight tonight.
Love,
Hermione
*Hermione's POV*
Hermione watched as the owls swooped in through the window at supper. She watched as a rather large owl plopped down in her soup.
"Bloody bird," she muttered as he held out his leg proudly. She untied it and pushed him away. The letter had no return address.
Herrmyonie,
Yuor hot. Realy. I luve yu. And yu have nice boobs.
Vincent Crabbe
"What an idiot." she said and looked again at the letter. "He spelled my name right the first time." She felt her face go red and looked over at the Slytherin table. There was Crabbe, stupid as ever, leaning back in his chair with his robes open and his shirt unbuttoned. He was making kissing gestures to her. Apparently, he thought he looked sexy.
"I'm gonna be sick." she muttered feeling her stomach lurched. She looked over again at Draco. He was whispering to Crabbe and shaking his head. Crabbe looked depressed and buttoned his shirt back up.
Harry and Ron were grinning ear to ear when she turned back to her table. A single piece of parchment was lying in front of them. Ron's ears suddenly turned red and he raised his eyebrows at her. She grabbed the parchment and skimmed the paragraph. It was signed Hermione, but it wasn't from her. It was a familiar script.
She let out a shriek. A loud one. And everyone in the great hall stopped what they were doing and stared at her. Ron's ears turned a more brilliant shade of red and he stopped grinning, as did Harry. They looked down and pretended to be occupied with their dinner. She got up from her seat and bound her way to the Slytherin table.
Crabbe looked at her, frightened, and sunk down in his seat. Draco pointed his finger at him and started laughing. And Goyle just looked stupid, as always. When she got to the table Draco's face was red and his eyes were filled with tears.
"You idiot!" Draco said between his peels of laughter. She stopped right in front of him. He stopped laughing and looked up at her. Suddenly his face lost all its color. She slapped him. Hard.
After everyone got over the shock, Crabbe lifted up his finger and pointed at Draco. He started snickering, and soon everyone around him was roaring with laughter.
The teachers stared at her. Suddenly, Snape got up and started walking over. He grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the Great Hall and into his classroom.
"I think that will be fifty points form Gryffindor and detention for a week, Miss Granger. Now, what on earth could have possessed you to demonstrate such atrocious behavior?" He snarled at her. And she pulled the letter out from the pockets of her robes. She shoved the letter in his face and he took it from her. He read it with a sneer on his face
"I fail to see how your love notes to Mr. Weasley have anything to do with Mr. Malfoy," he said.
"But I didn't write them, he did!"
"He wrote them to himself?" he asked, trying to act like he didn't have a clue what this was about.
"No, Malfoy wrote them to Ron impersonating me! That's invasion of privacy! You can't let him get off with that!"
"Fine," he said through pursed lips, "He will be serving detention with you for the rest of the week. You may go now, Granger."
Hermione barged into the Gryffindor common room in a huff. She hadn't been able to see her friends for the whole day because of her new duties.
"Guess who they made Head Boy?!?" she said crossing her arms and flopping down in an armchair. Harry and Ron looked at each other with an exasperated expression.
"Malfoy," they said in unison.
"Yep," she said, "And the worst part is that I have to share a room with him! Of all the people why did they have to pick Malfoy?" she added in a whiny tone. Harry shrugged and moved his pawn to another place on the chess board. Ron moved his next piece and looked up.
"Well Hermione," he said, "He does get rather good grades."
"Yeah, but that's because he's in Slytherin, and everybody knows that Snape favors them," she replied in that know-it -all way of hers.
"Snape is only his teacher for potions though, what about the others, you know McGonagall doesn't do that," said Harry.
Hermione sighed and got up, "Listen guys, I've got work to do, see you at dinner." She slung her bag over her shoulder and walked out of the portrait hole.
"Hi Hermione!" shouted a Hufflepuff boy around her age as she bounded her way down the hall. It was strange that he would call out to her; she didn't even know him at all. Actually, that had been happening a lot lately. She had grown a lot this past summer, not so much that she had gotten taller; she was a bit, um, developed. She had curves (finally), and in all the right places. Of course she thought nothing of this, it was her grades that really mattered. 'What a stupid, shallow, git,' she thought, 'he would have never noticed me if it weren't for my boobs!'
"Um, hi," she said, trying to sound uncertain.
"I was wondering if you wanted to go to Hogsmeade with me next weekend? We can stop at the Three Broom Sticks and get a couple butterbeers."
She didn't believe it, was he asking her out? On a date? He must have been out of his mind.
"Oh, I'm really sorry," she said thinking of a way to get out of it, "But I am doing some. volunteer work for McGonagall. I can't get out of it."
She rushed off before he could say anything else.
*Draco's POV*
Draco stood in (slight) shock. He had just run smack into another student. He backed away to look at his victim. And who was it, of course, but the filthy, little, mudblood. 'Well, not so little anymore,' he thought to himself glancing down at her breasts.
Wait. Had he just checked out possibly one of his worst enemies (he wasn't sure if he hated her more or less than Pansy after he had broken up with her). Gross! Absolutely disgusting!
"Watch where you're going, Granger!" he spat. She looked shocked.
"Excuse me? You ran into me! Why don't you watch it?" she hissed right back at him.
She turned and continued walking, obviously not wanting to get in too big of a fight. He followed.
"I believe it was just the opposite, mudblood. And where the hell do you think you're going?" She had whispered the password to portrait hole of the Head's new quarters. Of course he had known exactly where she was going, he just liked to piss her off.
"I'm going to our new Dormitory, Ferret Face." She retorted. He just laughed and went in. She glared behind him.
The room was absolutely hideous. It was a mixture of both the Gryffinfor and Slytherin house colors. It looked rather Christmas-y. But it was livable. He plopped down in a big leather chair and sneered at Hermione.
"Do you practice that?" she said looking appalled.
"Why yes, and I've been told it's one of those things that the girls find irresistible. Don't you think it's sexy, Granger?"
"You wish, Malfoy," she said, "I'm going to my room." And with that she waddled off. Actually, she walked with a nice little sway. Or so he thought (subconsciously).
He pulled out his wand and swished it around. He wasn't planning on doing anything. It was just one of those things he did unconsciously when he had nothing to do. The light of the fire reflected off the dark, chocolate colored brown of the wood. He then put it away and went to his room. He was planning out a letter in his head for his mother. She always liked to hear about his first day back to school. He also had something else to write, an owl to a certain red-headed weasel from Granger.
Dearest Ronald,
I just couldn't help but notice that you're not so much of a boy anymore. You have grown into a strong, handsome man. Don't think I haven't noticed that you have been showing hints of affection towards me over the last few years. I have just been afraid to show my feelings to you and I'm afraid I just can't hide my feelings anymore. I guess what I'm trying to say is: I think I have fallen in love with you. If you still feel the same way meet me in the astronomy tower at eight tonight.
Love,
Hermione
*Hermione's POV*
Hermione watched as the owls swooped in through the window at supper. She watched as a rather large owl plopped down in her soup.
"Bloody bird," she muttered as he held out his leg proudly. She untied it and pushed him away. The letter had no return address.
Herrmyonie,
Yuor hot. Realy. I luve yu. And yu have nice boobs.
Vincent Crabbe
"What an idiot." she said and looked again at the letter. "He spelled my name right the first time." She felt her face go red and looked over at the Slytherin table. There was Crabbe, stupid as ever, leaning back in his chair with his robes open and his shirt unbuttoned. He was making kissing gestures to her. Apparently, he thought he looked sexy.
"I'm gonna be sick." she muttered feeling her stomach lurched. She looked over again at Draco. He was whispering to Crabbe and shaking his head. Crabbe looked depressed and buttoned his shirt back up.
Harry and Ron were grinning ear to ear when she turned back to her table. A single piece of parchment was lying in front of them. Ron's ears suddenly turned red and he raised his eyebrows at her. She grabbed the parchment and skimmed the paragraph. It was signed Hermione, but it wasn't from her. It was a familiar script.
She let out a shriek. A loud one. And everyone in the great hall stopped what they were doing and stared at her. Ron's ears turned a more brilliant shade of red and he stopped grinning, as did Harry. They looked down and pretended to be occupied with their dinner. She got up from her seat and bound her way to the Slytherin table.
Crabbe looked at her, frightened, and sunk down in his seat. Draco pointed his finger at him and started laughing. And Goyle just looked stupid, as always. When she got to the table Draco's face was red and his eyes were filled with tears.
"You idiot!" Draco said between his peels of laughter. She stopped right in front of him. He stopped laughing and looked up at her. Suddenly his face lost all its color. She slapped him. Hard.
After everyone got over the shock, Crabbe lifted up his finger and pointed at Draco. He started snickering, and soon everyone around him was roaring with laughter.
The teachers stared at her. Suddenly, Snape got up and started walking over. He grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the Great Hall and into his classroom.
"I think that will be fifty points form Gryffindor and detention for a week, Miss Granger. Now, what on earth could have possessed you to demonstrate such atrocious behavior?" He snarled at her. And she pulled the letter out from the pockets of her robes. She shoved the letter in his face and he took it from her. He read it with a sneer on his face
"I fail to see how your love notes to Mr. Weasley have anything to do with Mr. Malfoy," he said.
"But I didn't write them, he did!"
"He wrote them to himself?" he asked, trying to act like he didn't have a clue what this was about.
"No, Malfoy wrote them to Ron impersonating me! That's invasion of privacy! You can't let him get off with that!"
"Fine," he said through pursed lips, "He will be serving detention with you for the rest of the week. You may go now, Granger."