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This is my first time writing a fan fiction story so help me out by reviewing and what not. Hope you like it.
Five figures; Harry Potter, his girlfriend Parvati Patil, along with Ronald Weasley, his girlfriend Hannah Albott, and Hermione Granger, walked leisurely inside the Great Hall, and made their way toward the Gryffindor table. It had been a long day for everyone, what with the final match that will take place between Slytherin and Gryffindor for the Quiditch Cup being played shortly after this meal, everyone was waiting in high spirits.
Hermione watched Harry and Ron as their girlfriends fed them food while sitting on their laps, and immediately became irritated. They were all four flirting shamelessly, ignoring her completely. And Parvati and Hannah's giggles did nothing to help her mood. She let out a sigh, as she berated herself. They were her friends; it was only natural that they would want to spend time with their girlfriends, having relationships, and all of the advantages that came with it.
After Viktor Krum in fourth year, she had become infatuated with Ron. However, she had thought it best not to pursue these feelings in case it ruined their close-knit friendship and had quickly outgrown the infatuation. Ever since, she had dated on and off with a few boys within her year.
She grabbed a sandwich, eating quickly so she could get away from these four (in the nicest way possible) lovesick fools. However, while she was mid-way into taking a bite of her bagel, she felt the hairs on her neck stand up. She spun around abruptly in her chair, trying to get a glimpse of who was staring at her. Finding no one, she turned around and continued eating, once done, she jumped up, grumbled some excuse to whoever was listening (no one) and walked out of the Great Hall.
Draco Malfoy watched amused, as Granger walk out of the Hall. Oh, how he enjoyed tormenting Potter and his worthless friends. Weasley was the easiest of the three to annoy. All you had to do was mention his family's poorness. Potter.well insult one of his friends and you were set. But Granger.she's something else, she was a challenge. She always had good comebacks, and a hard slap if all else failed. 'Too smart for a filthy Mudblood' he thought gruffly.
"Goyle, Crab!" Draco yelled.
"Yeah?" both of them grunted.
"Come with me."
And with out even looking back to see if they would follow, he strolled over toward the Gryffindor table where Potter and Weasley were sitting.
"Well, well well. If it isn't Potty, the Weasley and their two ditzy girlfriends. What happened to Granger?" he sneered.
Ron's ears began to go red, as he clenched and unclenched his fists.
"What do you want Malfoy?" Harry asked exasperatedly.
"It's a shame you know. The only real asset to your trio, was Granger. She was the only one with the witty remarks. And that's saying something, as she's nothing more than a filthy Mudblood. I knew your little triplet couldn't last long. And how right I was."
"What are you getting at?"
"It's simple Potter. You're ignoring your best friend since year one, for what? Nothing more than two bimbos. That says something about you doesn't it? What happened? Potter isn't so noble now is he!" He snarled as he turned on his heel and stalked out of the Great Hall with Crab and Goyle following loyally behind.
"What's with him?" Parvati asked Harry, confused.
"No idea."
And with that, the four made their way back up to the common room to continue where they left off.
At precisely one pm, the entire school made their way outside to the Quiditch pitch. The final game was about to start!!
"AND THEY'RE OFF!!" Announced Colin Creevry, into the megaphone.
Hermione tuned out Colin's speech as her eye caught sight of a certain silver haired Slytherin gliding around the Gryffindor goal post. She had to admit, (though very grudgingly) that he was a good flyer, almost as good as Harry. He looked so graceful up there. She contemplated their hateful relationship. If you could call it a relationship she muttered. He hated her. She hated him. But only because he had started it. In their first year, she hadn't upon first meeting him, done ANYTHING at all to him. It was because she was muggleborn, that's it. How pathetic. And over the years he hated her more, why? Because, she was one of Harry Potter's best friend. Still pathetic. Or at least.she thought she was still one of Harry Potter's best friends. But as of late, she wasn't quite so sure. Sure they talked, even hung around. But she realized that it was only when Parvati and Hannah weren't around. She let out a frustrated sigh as she thought about all the good times and adventures the three of them had had before they all started dating.
"AND MALFOY CATCHES THE SNITCH, WINNING 320 TO 210!!" There were plenty of "Boo's" and groans emitting from the stands, while the Slytherin's cheered their team on. It was a very sick, sick sight Hermione noted as she made her way to the changing rooms to wait for Harry and Ron.
As she peered inside, she saw with dismay that Parvati and Hannah had already beat her to them. Deciding it was best if she left them alone, she walked silently back up to the common room. However, as she was turning a corner, she bumped into something solid.
She moaned in frustration as she realized that it wasn't a something, but a someone. Hermione opened her eyes, only to peer into two startlingly grey eyes. Only one person she knew had eyes like these; Malfoy. And sure enough, as she took in the boys pale features, and blonde hair, it confirmed her suspicions. He looked so angelic, just lying there on top of her in pure shock. 'Wait a minute Hermione, you SO did not say that', she thought. 'Get him off!!' her mind screamed. Unfortunately for her, her body was enjoying the feel of him on her.
"Um.Malfoy? Would you mind getting off of me?" she asked weakly.
Startled out of his daze, Draco rolled off of her, and then got up, dusting off his robe.
"Watch where you walk next time, Mudblood." He snarled.
This is my first time writing a fan fiction story so help me out by reviewing and what not. Hope you like it.
Five figures; Harry Potter, his girlfriend Parvati Patil, along with Ronald Weasley, his girlfriend Hannah Albott, and Hermione Granger, walked leisurely inside the Great Hall, and made their way toward the Gryffindor table. It had been a long day for everyone, what with the final match that will take place between Slytherin and Gryffindor for the Quiditch Cup being played shortly after this meal, everyone was waiting in high spirits.
Hermione watched Harry and Ron as their girlfriends fed them food while sitting on their laps, and immediately became irritated. They were all four flirting shamelessly, ignoring her completely. And Parvati and Hannah's giggles did nothing to help her mood. She let out a sigh, as she berated herself. They were her friends; it was only natural that they would want to spend time with their girlfriends, having relationships, and all of the advantages that came with it.
After Viktor Krum in fourth year, she had become infatuated with Ron. However, she had thought it best not to pursue these feelings in case it ruined their close-knit friendship and had quickly outgrown the infatuation. Ever since, she had dated on and off with a few boys within her year.
She grabbed a sandwich, eating quickly so she could get away from these four (in the nicest way possible) lovesick fools. However, while she was mid-way into taking a bite of her bagel, she felt the hairs on her neck stand up. She spun around abruptly in her chair, trying to get a glimpse of who was staring at her. Finding no one, she turned around and continued eating, once done, she jumped up, grumbled some excuse to whoever was listening (no one) and walked out of the Great Hall.
Draco Malfoy watched amused, as Granger walk out of the Hall. Oh, how he enjoyed tormenting Potter and his worthless friends. Weasley was the easiest of the three to annoy. All you had to do was mention his family's poorness. Potter.well insult one of his friends and you were set. But Granger.she's something else, she was a challenge. She always had good comebacks, and a hard slap if all else failed. 'Too smart for a filthy Mudblood' he thought gruffly.
"Goyle, Crab!" Draco yelled.
"Yeah?" both of them grunted.
"Come with me."
And with out even looking back to see if they would follow, he strolled over toward the Gryffindor table where Potter and Weasley were sitting.
"Well, well well. If it isn't Potty, the Weasley and their two ditzy girlfriends. What happened to Granger?" he sneered.
Ron's ears began to go red, as he clenched and unclenched his fists.
"What do you want Malfoy?" Harry asked exasperatedly.
"It's a shame you know. The only real asset to your trio, was Granger. She was the only one with the witty remarks. And that's saying something, as she's nothing more than a filthy Mudblood. I knew your little triplet couldn't last long. And how right I was."
"What are you getting at?"
"It's simple Potter. You're ignoring your best friend since year one, for what? Nothing more than two bimbos. That says something about you doesn't it? What happened? Potter isn't so noble now is he!" He snarled as he turned on his heel and stalked out of the Great Hall with Crab and Goyle following loyally behind.
"What's with him?" Parvati asked Harry, confused.
"No idea."
And with that, the four made their way back up to the common room to continue where they left off.
At precisely one pm, the entire school made their way outside to the Quiditch pitch. The final game was about to start!!
"AND THEY'RE OFF!!" Announced Colin Creevry, into the megaphone.
Hermione tuned out Colin's speech as her eye caught sight of a certain silver haired Slytherin gliding around the Gryffindor goal post. She had to admit, (though very grudgingly) that he was a good flyer, almost as good as Harry. He looked so graceful up there. She contemplated their hateful relationship. If you could call it a relationship she muttered. He hated her. She hated him. But only because he had started it. In their first year, she hadn't upon first meeting him, done ANYTHING at all to him. It was because she was muggleborn, that's it. How pathetic. And over the years he hated her more, why? Because, she was one of Harry Potter's best friend. Still pathetic. Or at least.she thought she was still one of Harry Potter's best friends. But as of late, she wasn't quite so sure. Sure they talked, even hung around. But she realized that it was only when Parvati and Hannah weren't around. She let out a frustrated sigh as she thought about all the good times and adventures the three of them had had before they all started dating.
"AND MALFOY CATCHES THE SNITCH, WINNING 320 TO 210!!" There were plenty of "Boo's" and groans emitting from the stands, while the Slytherin's cheered their team on. It was a very sick, sick sight Hermione noted as she made her way to the changing rooms to wait for Harry and Ron.
As she peered inside, she saw with dismay that Parvati and Hannah had already beat her to them. Deciding it was best if she left them alone, she walked silently back up to the common room. However, as she was turning a corner, she bumped into something solid.
She moaned in frustration as she realized that it wasn't a something, but a someone. Hermione opened her eyes, only to peer into two startlingly grey eyes. Only one person she knew had eyes like these; Malfoy. And sure enough, as she took in the boys pale features, and blonde hair, it confirmed her suspicions. He looked so angelic, just lying there on top of her in pure shock. 'Wait a minute Hermione, you SO did not say that', she thought. 'Get him off!!' her mind screamed. Unfortunately for her, her body was enjoying the feel of him on her.
"Um.Malfoy? Would you mind getting off of me?" she asked weakly.
Startled out of his daze, Draco rolled off of her, and then got up, dusting off his robe.
"Watch where you walk next time, Mudblood." He snarled.