Ch 1_The Meeting
A/N: Not sure where this is going. but it wouldn't hurt to just glance at a chapter? Ship is going to change a lot. and there will be many. R/R if you'd like me to continue. Btw its 6th year.
Flipping through the pages of her memory book, a whimpering Hermione sat sniffing upon her bed, reminiscing. Conjuring up all the good times she and Ron had shared over the last year. Their breakup was for the best. They had grown apart over the summer, and they hadn't had much of a relationship when they WERE going out. But now that it was over.. Hermione just couldn't explain how she felt. She'd liked him ever since they'd first met. She loved how he could just make her laugh by accident; his cute face; how he'd always defended her from Malfoy. She loved his adorable red hair, and mottled nose, and even his horrible temper. All she could think about was Ron.
Trying to cheer herself up, she began to contemplate all the things that Ron was lousy at, as a boyfriend. He wasn't romantic, or that intellectual, and rather hotheaded. He was also quite sweet.. But that's not a bad thing! 'Stop getting off topic!' Hermione thought to herself. Hermione sniffed, and hearing a sort of swishing noise outside her window, she straightened from her sprawled state, and lightly pushed back the curtain, which impeded her vision.
Peering out the now clear window, she could see an owl, rather tiny in her opinion, but very familiar. "Pig," she said, sighing, recognizing Ron's owl. She opened the window for the little bird and it dropped the letter from his claws onto her desk and flew to perch on her delicate finger. After petting Pigwidgeon, Hermione lowered him daintily to the desk and picked up the crumpled note from the table.
Hermione,
It's Harry. I'm sorry about you and Ron. It's okay, don't worry about it. You weren't that compatible in the first place. I hope things don't get weird between you two, cause no matter what happens, we'll always be best friends, okay 'Mione? All right, well, I can't talk now, sorry. By the way, I'm using Ron's owl because Hedwig is sleeping. But Hermione I really do hope you're feeling better, after the breakup and all.. You're a strong, smart, beautiful girl, and I know that you'll find someone new in no time at all. I'll see you tomorrow? I'm really sorry I can't go over there and help you, but Ron's raving again.. Goodbye, Hermione. Feel better.
Harry
Hermione sniffed again, irritated that Harry had stayed with Ron through all of this. He'd always take his side on things like this. It'd always been like this. Through all of her and Ron's fights, he'd always endorse Ron. It was already September, and by now, after reading the letter, she'd calmed down enough to go for a nice refreshing bath in the Prefect Bathroom. Of course, it wasn't like her to bathe nude, at the thought of other people joining her at any time, despite how late it had been, so she donned her bathing suit, a rather modest bikini. Hermione Granger wandered through the halls of Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Pinning her robe closed with one hand, she used the other to tuck a crimped wisp of brown hair from her face behind her ear. As abruptly as she'd left, she'd reached her destination. As Hermione was about to open the door, she heard a voice coming from the bathroom. It was none other than Draco Malfoy, so she couldn't resist eavesdropping.
"Ahhh.. Peace and quiet," sighed Malfoy, feeling refreshed and tranquil. Meanwhile, Hermione was thinking to herself something along the lines of him talking to himself. Deciding that he had been, she just moseyed on in. Draco was so startled that he dropped the book he had been reading. "What are YOU doing here?" Malfoy wanted to know. "I'm training a flea circus.. What does it look like I'm doing?" Hermione sarcastically and sadistically retorted.
"Cute. Well I'm not sharing a tub with a Mudblood," he emphasized the foul word as if it were a dreaded disease.
"No one's stopping you from leaving."
"Ice Queen."
"Ferret."
"Know-It-All."
"Better than not knowing anything! Pencil Dick."
"Oh really? That's not what anyone else thinks.. and unlike you, they'd know from experience. I'd be more than happy to prove it to you."
"No thanks, I'll pass."
"What? Gryffindor lost her courage?"
"Malfoy lost his loathing?"
Draco sneered at her snide remark and added, "Oh how would you know anyway? Weasel probably dropped you for your abstinence."
"WHY YOU LITTLE FERRET!!!!" screamed Hermione, whipping out her wand.
"Not so fast," said Draco who'd already grabbed his along with a towel and gotten out of the water. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."
"WHY NOT? WHAT CAN A GAY LITTLE BOUNCING FERRET LIKE you DO?" she screeched.
"A lot," he said menacingly, not losing his cool.
"FINE, I'M STAYING! I came here for a bath and if you have a problem with it, you can just leave yourself."
"I'm way ahead of you there," said Draco, on his way out the door.
"Hey wait! You forgot your.." said Hermione, noticing the book he left behind. 'They Cage the Animals at Night,' she read. 'A muggle book?' she thought. 'This looks interesting.. Prologue. "Kelly!"' Enthralled by the touching story of Jennings Michael Burch, Hermione just stood there, reading the first few pages and back page praise. 'Wow. How heartfelt! Why would someone like Malfoy be reading that?' she mentally questioned. "Oh well, I suppose now I'll just have to wait for him to come back," she said aloud. Sighing she sagged down into the water, and read the book. She even finished in record time. By the time she got out, and hour and half had passed and it was already 3:30 in the morning. It was this time that Malfoy chose to remember that he had left his book and proceeded in retrieving it.
"You're still here?"
"Obviously." Malfoy rolled his eyes.
"Right, whatever.."
"You forgot your book."
"No shit, Sherlock."
"Keep pissing Watson. Wait.. How do you know that phrase? It's strictly muggle," she finished matter-of-factly, taking a double-take.
"I have my sources."
"Anyway, the book is amazing! Why are you reading it? Here," she extended her hand, the book in it.
"No, you can keep it now that you've gone and touched it.. And as for your question, that's none of your Goddamn business."
"Whatever, Malfoy."
"Ok, so now I have.." Draco muttered to himself.
"What?"
"Don't interrupt me when I'm talking to myself, Mudblood."
"Ugh," Hermione cringed.
"Anyway, was it a good book? I never finished it."
"Well, what part did you get up to?"
"When that kid Jennings meets his friend again at the hospital."
"Oh my God! That part's so sad! You have to read it yourself!"
"Oh okay, well give me the book then." Hermione handed it over and for just a second, if not longer, they both forgot their differences and shared a certain vibe, a share of interest in a book. For that one second, that book was no muggle book, nor wizard book. For that one second that their hands brushed against one another's gently, Hermione was not a Mudblood, and Malfoy was no longer a Pureblood. They were even. They were even.
"I'll, umm, see you later in class, Malfoy," said Hermione, a little confused at Draco's lack of hostility.
"Yeah, yeah.." he trailed off, engrossed in the book. Hermione looked over at Draco for a second, and thought his eyes looked rather moist.
"Right, and then after I'm done watching Ron jack off to a porno mag., and Ginny and Harry get it on, I'll just go and put my dirty Mudblood hands all over your things."
"Mhhhm.." mumbled Draco, oblivious to the mockery Hermione had just made of her friends and herself.
Hermione didn't like being ignored. Incensed, she stormed out of the bathroom, ready to sleep all day, when she remembered she had a 6th year prefect meeting, consisting of the former 5th year Prefects. Fatigued, the feeling of replenishment provided by the bath completely drained, Hermione made her way to her dorm room, entwined in her robe. She pondered what exactly the prefect meeting would be on. Dumbledore had foreshadowed it to them when announcing the meeting at dinner last night, saying that it was a new project everyone would be participating in, and that it would be an inter-house-relations splash.
Changing into her Hogwarts Gryffindor robes, she trudged down to the Common Room, pleasantly greeting her housemates. "Hi, Lavender, Parvati. Neville." Lethargically Hermione continued on her way to the portal on the Wall just outside the portrait of the Fat Lady, leading straight through to the Prefect Common Room. You don't be best friends with Harry Potter and not reap the benefits, or pick up on these sorts of secret things.
Arriving in the room, she noticed a slight change in décor. Instead of the ornate red, gold, green, silver, yellow, black, white, and blue colorings, red, green, yellow, and blue were absent, and the remaining colors were blended in a sort of marbleized pattern. She gazed up at banner that said something that looked suspiciously like "Wedding Day," or "Webbing Hay," but her eyes were unfocused at the moment, and she didn't know what she was reading. Before long the other prefects began piling into the room. Among them were unusually Ron instead of Harry, and the one and only Draco Malfoy. Soon enough, Snape, McGonagall, and Dumbledore joined them, preparing to explain the bizarre banners-which turned out to say "Wedding Day," by the way.
"Well now that you're all here, I suppose there's no point delaying things. Professor McGonagall?" began Dumbledore.
"Well, I'm sure you've all read the banners. Each of you have been 'randomly' paired up with a member of the opposite sex from a house that is not your own. These pairings have been determined by the Sorting Hat, despite some obvious absurdities, which will dare I say soon be apparent.. Professor Snape?"
"You, as a pair, will then be 'married,' and will 'have' a child, that will look like it would as if your genes had really in fact.. er, combined to form a child, so to speak. Roughly, you will experience married life, before it happens, so as to sway you from this real life experience, at such an early age. This is the first year we've done this, and will most likely continue, if this year turns out a success. Good Luck."
"Good Luck."
"Good Luck. As prefects, it's your job to pioneer this project. You will try this for three weeks prior to the rest of the 6th years. Any questions?"
Draco raised his hand. "Does this mean that we'll only be partnered with other prefects?"
"No," answered Dumbledore. "Actually, you and whomever you're paired with will be the first to initiate the mock marriage. But oddly enough, it just happened to turn out that way.. Any other questions?" The room fell silent. "Then I shall announce the pairings, beginning with Gryffindor House. Ronald Weasley, you are with.."
A/N: Not sure where this is going. but it wouldn't hurt to just glance at a chapter? Ship is going to change a lot. and there will be many. R/R if you'd like me to continue. Btw its 6th year.
Flipping through the pages of her memory book, a whimpering Hermione sat sniffing upon her bed, reminiscing. Conjuring up all the good times she and Ron had shared over the last year. Their breakup was for the best. They had grown apart over the summer, and they hadn't had much of a relationship when they WERE going out. But now that it was over.. Hermione just couldn't explain how she felt. She'd liked him ever since they'd first met. She loved how he could just make her laugh by accident; his cute face; how he'd always defended her from Malfoy. She loved his adorable red hair, and mottled nose, and even his horrible temper. All she could think about was Ron.
Trying to cheer herself up, she began to contemplate all the things that Ron was lousy at, as a boyfriend. He wasn't romantic, or that intellectual, and rather hotheaded. He was also quite sweet.. But that's not a bad thing! 'Stop getting off topic!' Hermione thought to herself. Hermione sniffed, and hearing a sort of swishing noise outside her window, she straightened from her sprawled state, and lightly pushed back the curtain, which impeded her vision.
Peering out the now clear window, she could see an owl, rather tiny in her opinion, but very familiar. "Pig," she said, sighing, recognizing Ron's owl. She opened the window for the little bird and it dropped the letter from his claws onto her desk and flew to perch on her delicate finger. After petting Pigwidgeon, Hermione lowered him daintily to the desk and picked up the crumpled note from the table.
Hermione,
It's Harry. I'm sorry about you and Ron. It's okay, don't worry about it. You weren't that compatible in the first place. I hope things don't get weird between you two, cause no matter what happens, we'll always be best friends, okay 'Mione? All right, well, I can't talk now, sorry. By the way, I'm using Ron's owl because Hedwig is sleeping. But Hermione I really do hope you're feeling better, after the breakup and all.. You're a strong, smart, beautiful girl, and I know that you'll find someone new in no time at all. I'll see you tomorrow? I'm really sorry I can't go over there and help you, but Ron's raving again.. Goodbye, Hermione. Feel better.
Harry
Hermione sniffed again, irritated that Harry had stayed with Ron through all of this. He'd always take his side on things like this. It'd always been like this. Through all of her and Ron's fights, he'd always endorse Ron. It was already September, and by now, after reading the letter, she'd calmed down enough to go for a nice refreshing bath in the Prefect Bathroom. Of course, it wasn't like her to bathe nude, at the thought of other people joining her at any time, despite how late it had been, so she donned her bathing suit, a rather modest bikini. Hermione Granger wandered through the halls of Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Pinning her robe closed with one hand, she used the other to tuck a crimped wisp of brown hair from her face behind her ear. As abruptly as she'd left, she'd reached her destination. As Hermione was about to open the door, she heard a voice coming from the bathroom. It was none other than Draco Malfoy, so she couldn't resist eavesdropping.
"Ahhh.. Peace and quiet," sighed Malfoy, feeling refreshed and tranquil. Meanwhile, Hermione was thinking to herself something along the lines of him talking to himself. Deciding that he had been, she just moseyed on in. Draco was so startled that he dropped the book he had been reading. "What are YOU doing here?" Malfoy wanted to know. "I'm training a flea circus.. What does it look like I'm doing?" Hermione sarcastically and sadistically retorted.
"Cute. Well I'm not sharing a tub with a Mudblood," he emphasized the foul word as if it were a dreaded disease.
"No one's stopping you from leaving."
"Ice Queen."
"Ferret."
"Know-It-All."
"Better than not knowing anything! Pencil Dick."
"Oh really? That's not what anyone else thinks.. and unlike you, they'd know from experience. I'd be more than happy to prove it to you."
"No thanks, I'll pass."
"What? Gryffindor lost her courage?"
"Malfoy lost his loathing?"
Draco sneered at her snide remark and added, "Oh how would you know anyway? Weasel probably dropped you for your abstinence."
"WHY YOU LITTLE FERRET!!!!" screamed Hermione, whipping out her wand.
"Not so fast," said Draco who'd already grabbed his along with a towel and gotten out of the water. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."
"WHY NOT? WHAT CAN A GAY LITTLE BOUNCING FERRET LIKE you DO?" she screeched.
"A lot," he said menacingly, not losing his cool.
"FINE, I'M STAYING! I came here for a bath and if you have a problem with it, you can just leave yourself."
"I'm way ahead of you there," said Draco, on his way out the door.
"Hey wait! You forgot your.." said Hermione, noticing the book he left behind. 'They Cage the Animals at Night,' she read. 'A muggle book?' she thought. 'This looks interesting.. Prologue. "Kelly!"' Enthralled by the touching story of Jennings Michael Burch, Hermione just stood there, reading the first few pages and back page praise. 'Wow. How heartfelt! Why would someone like Malfoy be reading that?' she mentally questioned. "Oh well, I suppose now I'll just have to wait for him to come back," she said aloud. Sighing she sagged down into the water, and read the book. She even finished in record time. By the time she got out, and hour and half had passed and it was already 3:30 in the morning. It was this time that Malfoy chose to remember that he had left his book and proceeded in retrieving it.
"You're still here?"
"Obviously." Malfoy rolled his eyes.
"Right, whatever.."
"You forgot your book."
"No shit, Sherlock."
"Keep pissing Watson. Wait.. How do you know that phrase? It's strictly muggle," she finished matter-of-factly, taking a double-take.
"I have my sources."
"Anyway, the book is amazing! Why are you reading it? Here," she extended her hand, the book in it.
"No, you can keep it now that you've gone and touched it.. And as for your question, that's none of your Goddamn business."
"Whatever, Malfoy."
"Ok, so now I have.." Draco muttered to himself.
"What?"
"Don't interrupt me when I'm talking to myself, Mudblood."
"Ugh," Hermione cringed.
"Anyway, was it a good book? I never finished it."
"Well, what part did you get up to?"
"When that kid Jennings meets his friend again at the hospital."
"Oh my God! That part's so sad! You have to read it yourself!"
"Oh okay, well give me the book then." Hermione handed it over and for just a second, if not longer, they both forgot their differences and shared a certain vibe, a share of interest in a book. For that one second, that book was no muggle book, nor wizard book. For that one second that their hands brushed against one another's gently, Hermione was not a Mudblood, and Malfoy was no longer a Pureblood. They were even. They were even.
"I'll, umm, see you later in class, Malfoy," said Hermione, a little confused at Draco's lack of hostility.
"Yeah, yeah.." he trailed off, engrossed in the book. Hermione looked over at Draco for a second, and thought his eyes looked rather moist.
"Right, and then after I'm done watching Ron jack off to a porno mag., and Ginny and Harry get it on, I'll just go and put my dirty Mudblood hands all over your things."
"Mhhhm.." mumbled Draco, oblivious to the mockery Hermione had just made of her friends and herself.
Hermione didn't like being ignored. Incensed, she stormed out of the bathroom, ready to sleep all day, when she remembered she had a 6th year prefect meeting, consisting of the former 5th year Prefects. Fatigued, the feeling of replenishment provided by the bath completely drained, Hermione made her way to her dorm room, entwined in her robe. She pondered what exactly the prefect meeting would be on. Dumbledore had foreshadowed it to them when announcing the meeting at dinner last night, saying that it was a new project everyone would be participating in, and that it would be an inter-house-relations splash.
Changing into her Hogwarts Gryffindor robes, she trudged down to the Common Room, pleasantly greeting her housemates. "Hi, Lavender, Parvati. Neville." Lethargically Hermione continued on her way to the portal on the Wall just outside the portrait of the Fat Lady, leading straight through to the Prefect Common Room. You don't be best friends with Harry Potter and not reap the benefits, or pick up on these sorts of secret things.
Arriving in the room, she noticed a slight change in décor. Instead of the ornate red, gold, green, silver, yellow, black, white, and blue colorings, red, green, yellow, and blue were absent, and the remaining colors were blended in a sort of marbleized pattern. She gazed up at banner that said something that looked suspiciously like "Wedding Day," or "Webbing Hay," but her eyes were unfocused at the moment, and she didn't know what she was reading. Before long the other prefects began piling into the room. Among them were unusually Ron instead of Harry, and the one and only Draco Malfoy. Soon enough, Snape, McGonagall, and Dumbledore joined them, preparing to explain the bizarre banners-which turned out to say "Wedding Day," by the way.
"Well now that you're all here, I suppose there's no point delaying things. Professor McGonagall?" began Dumbledore.
"Well, I'm sure you've all read the banners. Each of you have been 'randomly' paired up with a member of the opposite sex from a house that is not your own. These pairings have been determined by the Sorting Hat, despite some obvious absurdities, which will dare I say soon be apparent.. Professor Snape?"
"You, as a pair, will then be 'married,' and will 'have' a child, that will look like it would as if your genes had really in fact.. er, combined to form a child, so to speak. Roughly, you will experience married life, before it happens, so as to sway you from this real life experience, at such an early age. This is the first year we've done this, and will most likely continue, if this year turns out a success. Good Luck."
"Good Luck."
"Good Luck. As prefects, it's your job to pioneer this project. You will try this for three weeks prior to the rest of the 6th years. Any questions?"
Draco raised his hand. "Does this mean that we'll only be partnered with other prefects?"
"No," answered Dumbledore. "Actually, you and whomever you're paired with will be the first to initiate the mock marriage. But oddly enough, it just happened to turn out that way.. Any other questions?" The room fell silent. "Then I shall announce the pairings, beginning with Gryffindor House. Ronald Weasley, you are with.."