Hello everyone! This is a Harry Potter story of mine, and although I've
only posted a few chapters, there are LOTS more awaiting you. I've been
writing while fanfcition.net has been out of action you see. So if I get
some reviews I'll continue to post. I guarantee plot twists and
cliffhangers. ;o)
Enjoy….
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"This is going to be a brilliant year! Think of all the new things we'll learn for our N.E.W.Ts!" Hermione Granger led her two best friends in from the cold rain and into the Entrance Hall of their school; Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"Do you ever stop thinking about work?" Asked her friend, Ron Weasley as he took off his wet cloak and draped it over his shoulder.
Hermione looked at him with a raised eyebrow as she removed her own overcoat. "It just so happens, Ron, that I am very determined to get as many N.E.W.Ts as possibly with the highest marks I possibly can."
"No change there then." Harry Potter was Hermione's other best friend, the infamous young wizard who had defeated Voldemort as just a child.
The boys stood in the Entrance Hall, waiting for Hermione who was trying to dry herself off, "Why does it always have to rain so much?" She muttered to herself.
"Hurry up!" Ron moaned, "I'm starving!"
"Yeah and we'll miss the Sorting if we don't get a move on!" Harry nodded.
It was the first day of their last year at Hogwarts and at the start of every new school year, new students would be sorted into their appropriate houses. This was a ceremony Harry and Ron had only managed to watch twice throughout their time at the school due to them getting into trouble every time.
But things had changed throughout the six years they had been at Hogwarts. For a start they were all around the age of seventeen and this brought on height and weight differences to when they were merely eleven.
Harry was now a young man of average height, his hair still as untidy as ever and his eyes still their brilliant green. But, like Ron, his thoughts no longer consisted of just Quidditch, homework and ways to defeat the Dark Lord. Both of the guys now enjoyed thinking about girls and sex. Both had also had numerous girlfriends, but as for now, they were once again single.
Ron still had his mop of flaming red hair and freckly face. But his old, lanky stature seemed to have doubled since their first year and he was a tall, thin and slightly burly seventeen-year-old with a long, friendly face and icy colored eyes.
Hermione was the member of the trio who had gone through more changes than both her friends put together. She was no longer small, swotty Hermione with the bushy hair and buckteeth. She had reached puberty and so her body had gone through many changes. The main ones, like her male best friends, being height and weight. She was now considerably taller than Harry was, even though she was no way near Ron's magnificent stature. Her legs were the reason for this sudden outburst in height, for they had almost doubled their length and were long and slender. And, unlike in her early years at Hogwarts, Hermione had decided to start hitching up her skirt in an attempt to show these off.
All her old puppy fat had been drained from her stomach and thighs and instead settled in a new home around her chest, which she also liked to display by unbuttoning a few extra holes in her school shirt.
Hermione brushed back her hair in an attempt to stop in clinging to her wet face. Her hair had also seemed to experienced a change and was no longer bushy and out of control. Hermione had found an excellent product in her fourth year called Sleekeazy's, a gel she used to slack back her untamed hair for the Yule Ball. Since then she had used it regularly to make her hair shiny and wavy, as opposed to a tangled wave of brown knots clinging to the back of her neck. And, after the end of fifth year she discovered that her hair had naturally started to fall normally across her back, and that she hardly needed the gel anymore. She had decided to keep a few of her curls in front of her ears and they resembled beautiful ringlets instead of her old fuzzy coils.
"Come on Hermione! I'm starving!" Ron moaned for the second time.
She finished brushing the hair out of her face and picked up her cloak, "Okay, okay! Jesus, you're so impatient!"
"I wouldn't let Weasel eat any more if I were you," Hissed a drawling voice behind them, "He's already too big. If you're careful he'll end up like that half giant you call a friend. He's no better than the filthy grounds he tends."
Hermione saw Draco Malfoy approach from behind Harry, his insanely blond hair glinting silver in the flame of the Great Hall's torches and his milk pale skin curve into a malevolent smile. They all turned to face him.
"Oh fuck off Malfoy." Ron mumbled lazily, "We all know Hagrid could beat the living shit out of you without breaking a sweat."
Malfoy smirked, "And cost Dumbledore's trust? I think not. He's got his head further up that Mudblood lovers ass than you three put together, if that's possible."
Hermione felt herself getting hot. But she wasn't sure if was only anger. In the last few months, whenever she'd laid eyes on Draco she always felt her face heating up.
"Just buzz off Malfoy, we're tired, hungry and wet. Leave us alone."
She'd never been very good at insulting people. Hermione didn't believe in swearing or cursing and liked her world to be peaceful. So, as you can imagine, she wasn't really a match for Malfoy, who had been brought up around injustice and cruelties.
"Wet…" Malfoy lingered and looked Hermione up and down, his eyes resting on the curves of her figure and watched small drops of rain trickle down her long legs, "Yes, I can see that."
His sinister grin spread further across his face but it soon vanished when a fist came into contact with the collar of his robes.
Ron grabbed for him and pushed him against the wall, Draco's feet were dangling helplessly a few inches from the floor.
"Ron don't!" Hermione called, but he wasn't listening.
"Don't you look at her like that you piece of shit." Ron spat, "Don't you ever look at her again otherwise I'll hunt you down and kill you like the vermin you are."
Malfoy's endless self-confidence wavered for second but he looked at Ron with nothing short of hatred, "Listen Weasley, I'll look at whoever I want however the fuck I want. She's not yours, you don't own her." He looked past Ron's shoulders to Hermione, who was standing with her hands clasped together in worry.
He turned back to Ron and whispered so that only he could hear, "She's not yours, no matter how much you want her to be."
Ron looked at him in fury, "Shut the fuck up Malfoy. Stop talking shit or I'll beat the crap out of you."
Malfoy grinned, knowing he had touched a nerve, "On the first day back? Deary me…" And without warning his wrenched himself free of Ron's grip. "Now, if you three will excuse me, I'd like to go watch the sorting ceremony."
Malfoy walked out of the Entrance Hall and into the Great Hall, where the ceremony and feast were already taking place.
"I was kind of hoping Draco had forgotten about us over the holidays… you know, it being the last year and all. I would have liked it if he'd decided to leave us alone." Harry watched the back of Draco vanish through the large doors.
"You just have to ignore him." Said Hermione as she headed for the same door; "They always get bored if you ignore them."
Ron shook his red face and followed her, "No they don't. They've been pestering us for sixth years, what makes you think they'd stop now." He kicked the leg of a table and added, "Stupid fucking Slytherins."
Hermione looked at him, "Ron…"
He shook his head violently and held his hand up to her face, "Leave it Hermione, I'm not in the mood for a lecture on swearing."
Hermione looked hurt and was just about to argue back when Harry opened the doors of the Great Hall and revealed the sight their hungry stomachs had been waiting for. The four house tables were laden with delicious looking plates of chicken, potatoes, beef, fish and other vegetables and dishes dotted around in-between large ladling jugs of gravy.
"We've missed the sorting hat!" Said Harry in a disappointed tone as he watched Professor McGonagall carry a ragged, patched hat through a small door at the back of the Hall.
"Who gives a shit!" Yelped Ron, his eyes eagerly surveying the food on the Gryffindor table, "Let's eat!"
The three of them took their places at the very end of the table and began to scoff their faces with everything they could reach, seeming to forget Malfoy and his infuriating smirk.
Enjoy….
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"This is going to be a brilliant year! Think of all the new things we'll learn for our N.E.W.Ts!" Hermione Granger led her two best friends in from the cold rain and into the Entrance Hall of their school; Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"Do you ever stop thinking about work?" Asked her friend, Ron Weasley as he took off his wet cloak and draped it over his shoulder.
Hermione looked at him with a raised eyebrow as she removed her own overcoat. "It just so happens, Ron, that I am very determined to get as many N.E.W.Ts as possibly with the highest marks I possibly can."
"No change there then." Harry Potter was Hermione's other best friend, the infamous young wizard who had defeated Voldemort as just a child.
The boys stood in the Entrance Hall, waiting for Hermione who was trying to dry herself off, "Why does it always have to rain so much?" She muttered to herself.
"Hurry up!" Ron moaned, "I'm starving!"
"Yeah and we'll miss the Sorting if we don't get a move on!" Harry nodded.
It was the first day of their last year at Hogwarts and at the start of every new school year, new students would be sorted into their appropriate houses. This was a ceremony Harry and Ron had only managed to watch twice throughout their time at the school due to them getting into trouble every time.
But things had changed throughout the six years they had been at Hogwarts. For a start they were all around the age of seventeen and this brought on height and weight differences to when they were merely eleven.
Harry was now a young man of average height, his hair still as untidy as ever and his eyes still their brilliant green. But, like Ron, his thoughts no longer consisted of just Quidditch, homework and ways to defeat the Dark Lord. Both of the guys now enjoyed thinking about girls and sex. Both had also had numerous girlfriends, but as for now, they were once again single.
Ron still had his mop of flaming red hair and freckly face. But his old, lanky stature seemed to have doubled since their first year and he was a tall, thin and slightly burly seventeen-year-old with a long, friendly face and icy colored eyes.
Hermione was the member of the trio who had gone through more changes than both her friends put together. She was no longer small, swotty Hermione with the bushy hair and buckteeth. She had reached puberty and so her body had gone through many changes. The main ones, like her male best friends, being height and weight. She was now considerably taller than Harry was, even though she was no way near Ron's magnificent stature. Her legs were the reason for this sudden outburst in height, for they had almost doubled their length and were long and slender. And, unlike in her early years at Hogwarts, Hermione had decided to start hitching up her skirt in an attempt to show these off.
All her old puppy fat had been drained from her stomach and thighs and instead settled in a new home around her chest, which she also liked to display by unbuttoning a few extra holes in her school shirt.
Hermione brushed back her hair in an attempt to stop in clinging to her wet face. Her hair had also seemed to experienced a change and was no longer bushy and out of control. Hermione had found an excellent product in her fourth year called Sleekeazy's, a gel she used to slack back her untamed hair for the Yule Ball. Since then she had used it regularly to make her hair shiny and wavy, as opposed to a tangled wave of brown knots clinging to the back of her neck. And, after the end of fifth year she discovered that her hair had naturally started to fall normally across her back, and that she hardly needed the gel anymore. She had decided to keep a few of her curls in front of her ears and they resembled beautiful ringlets instead of her old fuzzy coils.
"Come on Hermione! I'm starving!" Ron moaned for the second time.
She finished brushing the hair out of her face and picked up her cloak, "Okay, okay! Jesus, you're so impatient!"
"I wouldn't let Weasel eat any more if I were you," Hissed a drawling voice behind them, "He's already too big. If you're careful he'll end up like that half giant you call a friend. He's no better than the filthy grounds he tends."
Hermione saw Draco Malfoy approach from behind Harry, his insanely blond hair glinting silver in the flame of the Great Hall's torches and his milk pale skin curve into a malevolent smile. They all turned to face him.
"Oh fuck off Malfoy." Ron mumbled lazily, "We all know Hagrid could beat the living shit out of you without breaking a sweat."
Malfoy smirked, "And cost Dumbledore's trust? I think not. He's got his head further up that Mudblood lovers ass than you three put together, if that's possible."
Hermione felt herself getting hot. But she wasn't sure if was only anger. In the last few months, whenever she'd laid eyes on Draco she always felt her face heating up.
"Just buzz off Malfoy, we're tired, hungry and wet. Leave us alone."
She'd never been very good at insulting people. Hermione didn't believe in swearing or cursing and liked her world to be peaceful. So, as you can imagine, she wasn't really a match for Malfoy, who had been brought up around injustice and cruelties.
"Wet…" Malfoy lingered and looked Hermione up and down, his eyes resting on the curves of her figure and watched small drops of rain trickle down her long legs, "Yes, I can see that."
His sinister grin spread further across his face but it soon vanished when a fist came into contact with the collar of his robes.
Ron grabbed for him and pushed him against the wall, Draco's feet were dangling helplessly a few inches from the floor.
"Ron don't!" Hermione called, but he wasn't listening.
"Don't you look at her like that you piece of shit." Ron spat, "Don't you ever look at her again otherwise I'll hunt you down and kill you like the vermin you are."
Malfoy's endless self-confidence wavered for second but he looked at Ron with nothing short of hatred, "Listen Weasley, I'll look at whoever I want however the fuck I want. She's not yours, you don't own her." He looked past Ron's shoulders to Hermione, who was standing with her hands clasped together in worry.
He turned back to Ron and whispered so that only he could hear, "She's not yours, no matter how much you want her to be."
Ron looked at him in fury, "Shut the fuck up Malfoy. Stop talking shit or I'll beat the crap out of you."
Malfoy grinned, knowing he had touched a nerve, "On the first day back? Deary me…" And without warning his wrenched himself free of Ron's grip. "Now, if you three will excuse me, I'd like to go watch the sorting ceremony."
Malfoy walked out of the Entrance Hall and into the Great Hall, where the ceremony and feast were already taking place.
"I was kind of hoping Draco had forgotten about us over the holidays… you know, it being the last year and all. I would have liked it if he'd decided to leave us alone." Harry watched the back of Draco vanish through the large doors.
"You just have to ignore him." Said Hermione as she headed for the same door; "They always get bored if you ignore them."
Ron shook his red face and followed her, "No they don't. They've been pestering us for sixth years, what makes you think they'd stop now." He kicked the leg of a table and added, "Stupid fucking Slytherins."
Hermione looked at him, "Ron…"
He shook his head violently and held his hand up to her face, "Leave it Hermione, I'm not in the mood for a lecture on swearing."
Hermione looked hurt and was just about to argue back when Harry opened the doors of the Great Hall and revealed the sight their hungry stomachs had been waiting for. The four house tables were laden with delicious looking plates of chicken, potatoes, beef, fish and other vegetables and dishes dotted around in-between large ladling jugs of gravy.
"We've missed the sorting hat!" Said Harry in a disappointed tone as he watched Professor McGonagall carry a ragged, patched hat through a small door at the back of the Hall.
"Who gives a shit!" Yelped Ron, his eyes eagerly surveying the food on the Gryffindor table, "Let's eat!"
The three of them took their places at the very end of the table and began to scoff their faces with everything they could reach, seeming to forget Malfoy and his infuriating smirk.
