Love Notes
By: Dark Rogue
Chapter One: Introductions
A/N: The notes referred to in the title are that of music, not the ones that are written in school, just to clear confusion, if there is any. I hope that this makes since, Thanx!
Disclaimer: HARRPY POTTER, characters, names, and related indicia are trademarks of Warner Bros., and J.K. Rowling. So, no suing me!
NOW, on with the story!!!
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"Eeeeeeek! Hermione Granger! Can I have your autograph?!"
17 year old Hermione Granger, turned around to one of her many adoring fans that were chasing her up and down the Hogwarts Express. Her boyfriend, Blaise Zabini, (don't say it! I already know. This is a H/D fic. I'm just building. Trust me!), had chased most of them away, but there are still those few who don't give up.ever.
"Shh! Yes, you can, but only under two conditions. One you can't tell anyone that I gave it to you, and two, could you please keep your voice down?" Hermione asked with pleading eyes.
The girl, most likely a first year, Hermione thought to herself, looked a little taken aback, but that soon passed as Hermione handed her back her autograph book. After that, Hermione took off the rest of the way down the train. Finally, she thought as she slid the Head Boy and Girl compartment door open.
There, dazily looking out the window was, surprise, surprise, Daily Prophet reporter, and Head Boy, Draco Malfoy. He glanced up at her, and then went back to staring out the window.
"Geez, Draco. What, no snide (sp?) remarks or comments?" She asked, while giving him one of her famous, (hehe, no, these looks didn't make her famous), unreadable looks. He looked up at her with slight confusion on his face, while she slid into the seat across from him. "What?!" She screeched, wanting to know why he was confused.
"Did you notice that you called me Draco, instead of Malfoy?" He asked, still staring out the window.
"Yeah, I know. I just figured that we should be the ones setting examples for the other students, so we might as well be nice to each other, is that okay?" Hermione asked, skeptically searching his face for an answer. He gave her a slight nod, but at least turned away from the window. He looked like he was getting ready to say something, but the compartment door slid open, again. this time it was Blaise.
"Hermione, we're almost there, are you ready?" He asked, still standing in the doorway, and eyeing Draco, oddly. She nodded, following Blaise's gaze. The train came to a sudden halt. Over the intercom, the condutor's voice was annoucing their arrival and where everyone should be.
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After the feast, Blaise made his way over to Hermione, to grab a quick kiss goodnight. By the time he found her, she and Draco were talking to Professor Dumbledore. He decided that it would just be best to wait 'til morning, that way he could make it to his 'meeting' on time. (Don't worry, future chapters will explain.)
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"Well, what do you two want your new password to be?" Professor Dumbledore asked, eyes twinkling at his two new head students.
"How about. 'notes'?" Hermione asked, waiting for a response, most likely an irritating remark, but none came. After a moment of thinking, he decided that it would do well, they turned to their portait, of a gold unicorn, (don't argue, I have a very good source for this information.), opened up to them. The Headmaster did not follow them, but instead, bid them goodbye, and turned down the hall.
Their common room looked very similar to that of the Gryfindor (?sp?) common room, except it was decorated with both green and red, not just one color. Off to the side, there was a door that lead to the bathroom. Then, there were the two staircases that lead to their bedrooms. They bid their goodnights to each other, and ascended to their rooms, both falling into a wonderful, dreamless sleep.
A/N2: Hello, again. Well, hope you liked this chapter, and I hope your review. No flaming, tho. I hate it when people do that, because they get mean about it. Well, I gotta go. BTW, check out my other story, and I know it isn't finished, but so far I think it is good. But same rules apply, NO FLAMING! Absolutely none! Well, now I really have to go, or I'll never get any sleep, so Lata! (a.k.a. Later)
Chapter One: Introductions
A/N: The notes referred to in the title are that of music, not the ones that are written in school, just to clear confusion, if there is any. I hope that this makes since, Thanx!
Disclaimer: HARRPY POTTER, characters, names, and related indicia are trademarks of Warner Bros., and J.K. Rowling. So, no suing me!
NOW, on with the story!!!
~~~~~.~~~~~.~~~~~.~~~~~.~~~~~.~~~~~.~~~~~~.~~~~~~.~~~~~.~~~~~
"Eeeeeeek! Hermione Granger! Can I have your autograph?!"
17 year old Hermione Granger, turned around to one of her many adoring fans that were chasing her up and down the Hogwarts Express. Her boyfriend, Blaise Zabini, (don't say it! I already know. This is a H/D fic. I'm just building. Trust me!), had chased most of them away, but there are still those few who don't give up.ever.
"Shh! Yes, you can, but only under two conditions. One you can't tell anyone that I gave it to you, and two, could you please keep your voice down?" Hermione asked with pleading eyes.
The girl, most likely a first year, Hermione thought to herself, looked a little taken aback, but that soon passed as Hermione handed her back her autograph book. After that, Hermione took off the rest of the way down the train. Finally, she thought as she slid the Head Boy and Girl compartment door open.
There, dazily looking out the window was, surprise, surprise, Daily Prophet reporter, and Head Boy, Draco Malfoy. He glanced up at her, and then went back to staring out the window.
"Geez, Draco. What, no snide (sp?) remarks or comments?" She asked, while giving him one of her famous, (hehe, no, these looks didn't make her famous), unreadable looks. He looked up at her with slight confusion on his face, while she slid into the seat across from him. "What?!" She screeched, wanting to know why he was confused.
"Did you notice that you called me Draco, instead of Malfoy?" He asked, still staring out the window.
"Yeah, I know. I just figured that we should be the ones setting examples for the other students, so we might as well be nice to each other, is that okay?" Hermione asked, skeptically searching his face for an answer. He gave her a slight nod, but at least turned away from the window. He looked like he was getting ready to say something, but the compartment door slid open, again. this time it was Blaise.
"Hermione, we're almost there, are you ready?" He asked, still standing in the doorway, and eyeing Draco, oddly. She nodded, following Blaise's gaze. The train came to a sudden halt. Over the intercom, the condutor's voice was annoucing their arrival and where everyone should be.
~~~~~.~~~~~.~~~~~.~~~~~.~~~~~.~~~~~.~~~~~~.~~~~~~.~~~~~.~~~~~
After the feast, Blaise made his way over to Hermione, to grab a quick kiss goodnight. By the time he found her, she and Draco were talking to Professor Dumbledore. He decided that it would just be best to wait 'til morning, that way he could make it to his 'meeting' on time. (Don't worry, future chapters will explain.)
~~~~~.~~~~~.~~~~~.~~~~~.~~~~~.~~~~~.~~~~~~.~~~~~~.~~~~~.~~~~~
"Well, what do you two want your new password to be?" Professor Dumbledore asked, eyes twinkling at his two new head students.
"How about. 'notes'?" Hermione asked, waiting for a response, most likely an irritating remark, but none came. After a moment of thinking, he decided that it would do well, they turned to their portait, of a gold unicorn, (don't argue, I have a very good source for this information.), opened up to them. The Headmaster did not follow them, but instead, bid them goodbye, and turned down the hall.
Their common room looked very similar to that of the Gryfindor (?sp?) common room, except it was decorated with both green and red, not just one color. Off to the side, there was a door that lead to the bathroom. Then, there were the two staircases that lead to their bedrooms. They bid their goodnights to each other, and ascended to their rooms, both falling into a wonderful, dreamless sleep.
A/N2: Hello, again. Well, hope you liked this chapter, and I hope your review. No flaming, tho. I hate it when people do that, because they get mean about it. Well, I gotta go. BTW, check out my other story, and I know it isn't finished, but so far I think it is good. But same rules apply, NO FLAMING! Absolutely none! Well, now I really have to go, or I'll never get any sleep, so Lata! (a.k.a. Later)
