A/N: Hello Misters and Misses!! I'm back!! Since this is my second story, I
guess you now have the privilege to be as criticizing and picky as you want
about my story! Well get ready for my BRILLIANT AND TOTALLY ORIGINAL (I
hope) fanfic... (Drum roll) "The Passion of Chaos" (Sheeshes, that sounds
like some sappy love story... wait, am I writing one?)
********************************************************* Hermione's POV
Walking through the Great Hall while the students parted for you like Moses and the Red Sea was really quite nice. Too bad they didn't part for ME, but the person BEHIND me. Which, happened to be, Mr. Draco Malfoy himself. I found this to be quite annoying. Did they REALLY like to proclaim themselves as social misfits that were under his so-called, "superiority"?
Idiots.
I, unlike every other occupant in the Hall, continued walking at my leisurely pace, ignoring the fact that Malfoy was probably drawing out a dagger right now and about to stab me with it out of pure annoyance. "Granger, pick up the pace, will you?" He barked.
I rolled my eyes and stopped right then and there. Hopefully he was a few feet behind me so he didn't have to bump into me. But, it's not luck was with me today. Or any day, for that matter, so I happened to feel a large amount of mass collide with me. Not enough to make me fall, but it knocked my balance off some.
"Malfoy! If you're in such a damn hurry, why don't you walk AROUND me? Do you NOT see as all the walking room you were provided." I snapped as I whirled around and answered sharply.
I really tried to ignore the way his light blonde hair fell casually yet gracefully over one of his steel gray eyes. Something that my hair had yet to achieve. Also, the fact that his Levi's really did their job.
Hey, despite popular belief, I am still a girl, all right?
"I DON'T follow other people's orders!" He snapped right back at me.
Stupid bastard.
I turned back around and pretended he wasn't in my presence at the least.
"Hermione!!" Ron suddenly called shoving past a group of students that were still standing on the side of the hall. He looked at them strangely and then turned back to me. There was a frantic gleam in his eye that worried me.
It was one of those, "OH MY GOD, HAVE YOU HEARD?", looks that I got frequently. Which, was exactly what he said.
Funny.
"Dumbledore is retiring!!" He gasped.
I looked at him. "Right, Ron. Have you been taking your medication for that bump on your head you got from last week's quidditch game?" I reached up and lightly touched his bruise on his forehead as he winced. "I mean I WARNED you not to fly in front of that Marshall person." I muttered.
Our conversation was cut short when a black haired boy came tumbling towards us through the hoards of students still packed on both sides of the walls. Yes, Malfoy was still behind us unfortunately.
"HAVE YOU HEARD ABOUT DUMBLEDORE?" Harry skidded to a stop just barely missing knocking me over.
"Are you telling me this boy's ridiculous tale isn't caused by a bump on his head??" I asked him in a shocked voice while at the same time raising my eyebrows. I gestured towards Ron.
"Whaa..? You know what, never mind." Harry said shaking his head at us. "But, I'm guessing you already know the news seeing as Ron already got to you first."
I nodded. "But I need details, for god sakes!! WHY in the bloody hell is he retiring?? And WHO is going to be replacing him?? And HOW can he do this to us when Voldemort can come back to power any time?? IS HE INSANE??" I bellowed.
Someone tapped me lightly on my right shoulder. I spun around to face my sworn rival and nearly jumped in surprise. I had forgotten he was still there. He acknowledged me calmly. "Actually Granger, Voldemort, unless you aren't up to date with the news, was banished to hell by Dumbledore. Are you really THAT IGNORANT?"
I refrained myself from smacking him. I settled for calling him something the spawn of Satan himself would be shocked at.
"I know that! I'm just ranting! And by the way, WHY are you eavesdropping on our conversation??" I added.
"I just happened to hear since you talk quite loudly." He said regarding me calmly, I think ignoring the vulgar insult. Too bad. Sometimes, arguing with Malfoy was quite fun. Especially when I won.
Well the part about me speaking loudly was true. I knew I was partially yelling, but still I sighed and turned back to Harry and Ron. Surprisingly, they hadn't tried to cause him physical harm yet. Thank god. Let me tell you, another trip to detention would not do a THING for my reputation OR progress report.
"He's announcing it over dinner tonight. Nobody is really supposed to know. He only told me under special circumstances." Harry said.
"ANOTHER reason to show why he favors the all famous Potter." Malfoy scowled mockingly behind us. I whipped out my wand a spun around to point my nine inch cherry wood wand at the center of his chest, where I guessed his heart would be.
If he even HAD one, that is. NO ONE, by any means NO ONE, insulted my friends or family.
"Touché Granger, aren't we?" Malfoy smirked not the least ruffled by the fact that I was able to cast a physically harming spell. Either that or plunge my wand into his chest at any time I wanted if the first wasn't the case.
Oh gods, now I KNEW I was going to be late for lunch.
The hall was watching us. I could feel many eyes boring into us, expecting a huge fight. "Granger, I don't see why you have such a short temper. I think your thirty years too young to be going through menopause, so you really don't have a reason." I was about to retort back about HIM being my reason, but just then he did something astonishing. He smirked and smoothed my hair. With that, he strode away at a leisurely pace not even letting me get a word in.
Not that I even could if I wanted to. Talk about being shocked to death.
We stood in our absurd frozen poses. Including the ENTIRE hall. INCLUDING Professor Snape who had just entered the limits. He turned around sharply and went the opposite way back from where he just came from.
Snape's POV
As what would Ms. Patil would say: um... okay... ew.
Draco's POV
"Don't look at me like that!" I growled at a near witness of my previous action, as I strode down the hall. Yes, I KNOW what I did. I WASN'T insane like all those students were probably thinking when I brushed Granger's hair with my fingers. I was messing with her mind, that's all. Blame me for having fun.
Plus, it was somewhat of an enjoyment on my part. Granger was quite pretty in her own short-as-hell and prim way. I wasn't the Slytherin Sex God with his own title for nothing. There were REQUIREMENTS for this position. A pair of washboard abs and a sexy smile was all part of the rules. I fulfilled these requirements quite well, if I say so myself. And I'm sure at least seventy-five percent of the female population of Hogwarts agreed too.
I sighed in relaxation and retreat as I approached the Slytherin dining table and flopped down in my seat. I had quidditch practice since six this morning, so I was tired down to my last nerve. Aside from that, the confrontation with Granger took a toll on me also. And what was this nonsense about Dumbledore retiring? I mean, it was downright ridiculous gossip at the least. "Draco..." I turned my head to see a willowy blonde figure call my name. It was Pansy Parkinson. She was really attractive if you ignored her malicious personality.
But you really couldn't, so she was just a huge pain in the lower region despite her looks.
"Pansy." I acknowledged.
She swiftly tossed her hair back. "Just wanted to eat lunch with you." She gave me a conniving smile. Most guys fell for it. I didn't. Most likely because it was applied to me more than multiple times over the past years. I had experience with these kinds of things. I shrugged nonchalantly. When she started to bug me, THEN I would kick her out.
"How was practice?" She asked. From the way she said it, I could tell she couldn't care less.
"Not bad." I answered simply. I could see her scowl out of the corner of my eye from my lack of socializing. Hey, I didn't feel like talking to a whiny spoiled brat right now.
Yes, I knew I was one ALSO. But at least I didn't whine and complain about little meaningless things that didn't go my way. Well, I think I stopped that during the middle of the second year.
"Well..." She breathed gustily. "You know, the Annual Winter Ball is coming up..." She hinted oh-so obviously. Give her points for trying subtle but achieving to be most BLUNT in return. "A-huh." I said. Couldn't the girl take a hint and GO AWAY?
"And I have the most GEORGOUS dress!! It's a pale pink with..." And then she went into a full description of her new gown. Even about how the seams were made and sewed to "perfection" to fit her form, in Italy. Fighting the urge to roll my eyes was very exhausting. Which is probably the reason why I suddenly pushed my plate away, interrupting her in mid-sentence about some bloody roses of some sort that were sewed at the collar or whatever hell she was rambling about.
"Where are you going?? I haven't finished telling you about my dress!!!" She cried as I pushed my chair out and stood up.
"Out." I mumbled. I swept myself out of the Great Hall and outside into the fall afternoon without waiting for her response. Suddenly, I heard my name being called. "Malfoy!!" I turned around, glaring at whoever had interrupted my walk. My seemingly death glare was returned by Granger herself as she came running up to meet my stride.
"What do you want?? I'm busy!" I barked.
"Your busy??" She scoffed. "What, talking to yourself??"
I ignored her and continued walking. This time, at a much hurried pace almost jogging. I knew it would be rough for her to catch up since her strides her so much shorter than mine.
The girl better not freeze me with her wand or else there would be hell to pay.
"MALFOY DAMMIT STOP AND TURN AROUND FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!" Something in her voice made me stop and do exactly what she said. She had that power, a controlling and dominant aura. She had her hands on her hips and was stomping at the ground quite childishly. I folded my arms and looked at her through a piece of my blonde hair. "Mudblood, I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS." I yelled at her.
She stomped up to me. "WILL YOU SHUT IT FOR A SECOND?? ALL I wanted to tell you was that SNAPE told me to relay a message to you that said you don't have to buy that BOOK anymore and that he's got it for you to borrow!!!" She huffed. But she wasn't done yelling at me right there. I knew I crossed the line with the mudblood remark.
Christ, I kind of regretted it now.
"What is your PROBLEM?? ALL YOU EVER DO IS ACT LIKE AN IMMATURE TEN YEAR OLD PRAT! YOUR GOING ON EIGHTEEN IN A FEW MONTHS AND YOU STILL CAN'T ACT LIKE AN ADULT HUMAN BEING, CAN YOU???" She cried. I was partially aware of all the students that were lounging around us starting to stare. "ALL YOU DO IS CALL ME NIEVE INSULTS THAT LAND US BACK IN DETENTION!!"
I was getting REALLY mad right now at her accusations. I was NOT one to be yelled at. I suddenly became oblivious to the witnesses. I pushed her roughly back against the tree and leaned down so we were nose to nose. "Granger," I growled loudly. "Is it ALL MY FAULT??" I yelled quite loudly. "I WAS NOT THE ONE TO RESORT TO VIOLENCE." I still remembered her smacking me in the second year. Also, kicking and punching in the stomach was one of her few favorites. I told her all this. "AND HOW ABOUT WHEN YOU RETURNED ALL OF MY 'NIEVE INSULTS'?? ARE YOU SURE YOU DIDN'T START SOME OF YOUR OWN?? HOW ABOUT FERRET BOY??" By now, we were both breathing heavily from screaming so loudly.
It would actually be a bit romantic with me pressing up against her and a tree and our faces so close, almost touching. That is, if it weren't for the fact that just a few seconds ago we were screaming our heads off at each other in furious anger.
"Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger DETENTION for interrupting the students with your screaming match and TOUCHING another student!!" Professor McGonagall suddenly barked out of nowhere. I scrambled off of her and we jumped practically a foot apart as we turned to face her.
"Come with me." She ordered with a serious expression on her face.
"It's all your fault." Granger remarked from beside me, as we followed her in.
"No it's all YOURS." I hissed low enough so the professor couldn't hear.
And that was how the conversation went until we reached the exterior of Snape's office that was conveniently located right next to McGonagall's.
"BLOODY HELL IT'S BOTH OF YOUR FAULTS, NOW SHUT UP ALREADY!" A roar came from inside the doorway.
Now THAT shut us up.
************************************************* AN: Whatcha think?? Huh, huh, huh?? Eh... (I'm hinting to review) Well, also something I wanted to point out. Shouldn't JOHNNY DEPP have played SIRIUS BLACK?? Have you seen pictures of the actor playing Sirius??? HE LOOKS LIKE MY GRANDFATHER FOR GOD SAKES. And then we would've got a movie with TWO perks!! (Tom Felton... Johnny Depp, you get the picture) Well, that's just MY opinion. And I want YOUR *points at you* opinion on my story!!! Well ciao for now! *Twirls away*
********************************************************* Hermione's POV
Walking through the Great Hall while the students parted for you like Moses and the Red Sea was really quite nice. Too bad they didn't part for ME, but the person BEHIND me. Which, happened to be, Mr. Draco Malfoy himself. I found this to be quite annoying. Did they REALLY like to proclaim themselves as social misfits that were under his so-called, "superiority"?
Idiots.
I, unlike every other occupant in the Hall, continued walking at my leisurely pace, ignoring the fact that Malfoy was probably drawing out a dagger right now and about to stab me with it out of pure annoyance. "Granger, pick up the pace, will you?" He barked.
I rolled my eyes and stopped right then and there. Hopefully he was a few feet behind me so he didn't have to bump into me. But, it's not luck was with me today. Or any day, for that matter, so I happened to feel a large amount of mass collide with me. Not enough to make me fall, but it knocked my balance off some.
"Malfoy! If you're in such a damn hurry, why don't you walk AROUND me? Do you NOT see as all the walking room you were provided." I snapped as I whirled around and answered sharply.
I really tried to ignore the way his light blonde hair fell casually yet gracefully over one of his steel gray eyes. Something that my hair had yet to achieve. Also, the fact that his Levi's really did their job.
Hey, despite popular belief, I am still a girl, all right?
"I DON'T follow other people's orders!" He snapped right back at me.
Stupid bastard.
I turned back around and pretended he wasn't in my presence at the least.
"Hermione!!" Ron suddenly called shoving past a group of students that were still standing on the side of the hall. He looked at them strangely and then turned back to me. There was a frantic gleam in his eye that worried me.
It was one of those, "OH MY GOD, HAVE YOU HEARD?", looks that I got frequently. Which, was exactly what he said.
Funny.
"Dumbledore is retiring!!" He gasped.
I looked at him. "Right, Ron. Have you been taking your medication for that bump on your head you got from last week's quidditch game?" I reached up and lightly touched his bruise on his forehead as he winced. "I mean I WARNED you not to fly in front of that Marshall person." I muttered.
Our conversation was cut short when a black haired boy came tumbling towards us through the hoards of students still packed on both sides of the walls. Yes, Malfoy was still behind us unfortunately.
"HAVE YOU HEARD ABOUT DUMBLEDORE?" Harry skidded to a stop just barely missing knocking me over.
"Are you telling me this boy's ridiculous tale isn't caused by a bump on his head??" I asked him in a shocked voice while at the same time raising my eyebrows. I gestured towards Ron.
"Whaa..? You know what, never mind." Harry said shaking his head at us. "But, I'm guessing you already know the news seeing as Ron already got to you first."
I nodded. "But I need details, for god sakes!! WHY in the bloody hell is he retiring?? And WHO is going to be replacing him?? And HOW can he do this to us when Voldemort can come back to power any time?? IS HE INSANE??" I bellowed.
Someone tapped me lightly on my right shoulder. I spun around to face my sworn rival and nearly jumped in surprise. I had forgotten he was still there. He acknowledged me calmly. "Actually Granger, Voldemort, unless you aren't up to date with the news, was banished to hell by Dumbledore. Are you really THAT IGNORANT?"
I refrained myself from smacking him. I settled for calling him something the spawn of Satan himself would be shocked at.
"I know that! I'm just ranting! And by the way, WHY are you eavesdropping on our conversation??" I added.
"I just happened to hear since you talk quite loudly." He said regarding me calmly, I think ignoring the vulgar insult. Too bad. Sometimes, arguing with Malfoy was quite fun. Especially when I won.
Well the part about me speaking loudly was true. I knew I was partially yelling, but still I sighed and turned back to Harry and Ron. Surprisingly, they hadn't tried to cause him physical harm yet. Thank god. Let me tell you, another trip to detention would not do a THING for my reputation OR progress report.
"He's announcing it over dinner tonight. Nobody is really supposed to know. He only told me under special circumstances." Harry said.
"ANOTHER reason to show why he favors the all famous Potter." Malfoy scowled mockingly behind us. I whipped out my wand a spun around to point my nine inch cherry wood wand at the center of his chest, where I guessed his heart would be.
If he even HAD one, that is. NO ONE, by any means NO ONE, insulted my friends or family.
"Touché Granger, aren't we?" Malfoy smirked not the least ruffled by the fact that I was able to cast a physically harming spell. Either that or plunge my wand into his chest at any time I wanted if the first wasn't the case.
Oh gods, now I KNEW I was going to be late for lunch.
The hall was watching us. I could feel many eyes boring into us, expecting a huge fight. "Granger, I don't see why you have such a short temper. I think your thirty years too young to be going through menopause, so you really don't have a reason." I was about to retort back about HIM being my reason, but just then he did something astonishing. He smirked and smoothed my hair. With that, he strode away at a leisurely pace not even letting me get a word in.
Not that I even could if I wanted to. Talk about being shocked to death.
We stood in our absurd frozen poses. Including the ENTIRE hall. INCLUDING Professor Snape who had just entered the limits. He turned around sharply and went the opposite way back from where he just came from.
Snape's POV
As what would Ms. Patil would say: um... okay... ew.
Draco's POV
"Don't look at me like that!" I growled at a near witness of my previous action, as I strode down the hall. Yes, I KNOW what I did. I WASN'T insane like all those students were probably thinking when I brushed Granger's hair with my fingers. I was messing with her mind, that's all. Blame me for having fun.
Plus, it was somewhat of an enjoyment on my part. Granger was quite pretty in her own short-as-hell and prim way. I wasn't the Slytherin Sex God with his own title for nothing. There were REQUIREMENTS for this position. A pair of washboard abs and a sexy smile was all part of the rules. I fulfilled these requirements quite well, if I say so myself. And I'm sure at least seventy-five percent of the female population of Hogwarts agreed too.
I sighed in relaxation and retreat as I approached the Slytherin dining table and flopped down in my seat. I had quidditch practice since six this morning, so I was tired down to my last nerve. Aside from that, the confrontation with Granger took a toll on me also. And what was this nonsense about Dumbledore retiring? I mean, it was downright ridiculous gossip at the least. "Draco..." I turned my head to see a willowy blonde figure call my name. It was Pansy Parkinson. She was really attractive if you ignored her malicious personality.
But you really couldn't, so she was just a huge pain in the lower region despite her looks.
"Pansy." I acknowledged.
She swiftly tossed her hair back. "Just wanted to eat lunch with you." She gave me a conniving smile. Most guys fell for it. I didn't. Most likely because it was applied to me more than multiple times over the past years. I had experience with these kinds of things. I shrugged nonchalantly. When she started to bug me, THEN I would kick her out.
"How was practice?" She asked. From the way she said it, I could tell she couldn't care less.
"Not bad." I answered simply. I could see her scowl out of the corner of my eye from my lack of socializing. Hey, I didn't feel like talking to a whiny spoiled brat right now.
Yes, I knew I was one ALSO. But at least I didn't whine and complain about little meaningless things that didn't go my way. Well, I think I stopped that during the middle of the second year.
"Well..." She breathed gustily. "You know, the Annual Winter Ball is coming up..." She hinted oh-so obviously. Give her points for trying subtle but achieving to be most BLUNT in return. "A-huh." I said. Couldn't the girl take a hint and GO AWAY?
"And I have the most GEORGOUS dress!! It's a pale pink with..." And then she went into a full description of her new gown. Even about how the seams were made and sewed to "perfection" to fit her form, in Italy. Fighting the urge to roll my eyes was very exhausting. Which is probably the reason why I suddenly pushed my plate away, interrupting her in mid-sentence about some bloody roses of some sort that were sewed at the collar or whatever hell she was rambling about.
"Where are you going?? I haven't finished telling you about my dress!!!" She cried as I pushed my chair out and stood up.
"Out." I mumbled. I swept myself out of the Great Hall and outside into the fall afternoon without waiting for her response. Suddenly, I heard my name being called. "Malfoy!!" I turned around, glaring at whoever had interrupted my walk. My seemingly death glare was returned by Granger herself as she came running up to meet my stride.
"What do you want?? I'm busy!" I barked.
"Your busy??" She scoffed. "What, talking to yourself??"
I ignored her and continued walking. This time, at a much hurried pace almost jogging. I knew it would be rough for her to catch up since her strides her so much shorter than mine.
The girl better not freeze me with her wand or else there would be hell to pay.
"MALFOY DAMMIT STOP AND TURN AROUND FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!" Something in her voice made me stop and do exactly what she said. She had that power, a controlling and dominant aura. She had her hands on her hips and was stomping at the ground quite childishly. I folded my arms and looked at her through a piece of my blonde hair. "Mudblood, I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS." I yelled at her.
She stomped up to me. "WILL YOU SHUT IT FOR A SECOND?? ALL I wanted to tell you was that SNAPE told me to relay a message to you that said you don't have to buy that BOOK anymore and that he's got it for you to borrow!!!" She huffed. But she wasn't done yelling at me right there. I knew I crossed the line with the mudblood remark.
Christ, I kind of regretted it now.
"What is your PROBLEM?? ALL YOU EVER DO IS ACT LIKE AN IMMATURE TEN YEAR OLD PRAT! YOUR GOING ON EIGHTEEN IN A FEW MONTHS AND YOU STILL CAN'T ACT LIKE AN ADULT HUMAN BEING, CAN YOU???" She cried. I was partially aware of all the students that were lounging around us starting to stare. "ALL YOU DO IS CALL ME NIEVE INSULTS THAT LAND US BACK IN DETENTION!!"
I was getting REALLY mad right now at her accusations. I was NOT one to be yelled at. I suddenly became oblivious to the witnesses. I pushed her roughly back against the tree and leaned down so we were nose to nose. "Granger," I growled loudly. "Is it ALL MY FAULT??" I yelled quite loudly. "I WAS NOT THE ONE TO RESORT TO VIOLENCE." I still remembered her smacking me in the second year. Also, kicking and punching in the stomach was one of her few favorites. I told her all this. "AND HOW ABOUT WHEN YOU RETURNED ALL OF MY 'NIEVE INSULTS'?? ARE YOU SURE YOU DIDN'T START SOME OF YOUR OWN?? HOW ABOUT FERRET BOY??" By now, we were both breathing heavily from screaming so loudly.
It would actually be a bit romantic with me pressing up against her and a tree and our faces so close, almost touching. That is, if it weren't for the fact that just a few seconds ago we were screaming our heads off at each other in furious anger.
"Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger DETENTION for interrupting the students with your screaming match and TOUCHING another student!!" Professor McGonagall suddenly barked out of nowhere. I scrambled off of her and we jumped practically a foot apart as we turned to face her.
"Come with me." She ordered with a serious expression on her face.
"It's all your fault." Granger remarked from beside me, as we followed her in.
"No it's all YOURS." I hissed low enough so the professor couldn't hear.
And that was how the conversation went until we reached the exterior of Snape's office that was conveniently located right next to McGonagall's.
"BLOODY HELL IT'S BOTH OF YOUR FAULTS, NOW SHUT UP ALREADY!" A roar came from inside the doorway.
Now THAT shut us up.
************************************************* AN: Whatcha think?? Huh, huh, huh?? Eh... (I'm hinting to review) Well, also something I wanted to point out. Shouldn't JOHNNY DEPP have played SIRIUS BLACK?? Have you seen pictures of the actor playing Sirius??? HE LOOKS LIKE MY GRANDFATHER FOR GOD SAKES. And then we would've got a movie with TWO perks!! (Tom Felton... Johnny Depp, you get the picture) Well, that's just MY opinion. And I want YOUR *points at you* opinion on my story!!! Well ciao for now! *Twirls away*
