'Tis My Heart Which Loves What They Despise
Rating: R for later chapters.
Disclaimer: I have not the talent of Billy Shakespeare or J.K. Rowling, and I don't pretend I do either. Anything you don't recognize (or is badly written) is mine.
Summary: Head Girl Hermione and Head Boy Draco along with all of the other 7th year Hogwarts students have been forced into a year long Shakespeare class. Hermione an expert in logic and reasoning finds the world of 16th century plays and sonnets beyond her reach. Hermione is assigned an unlikely tutor and well you can guess the rest.
Chapter One
------Hermione POV------
"Hermione darling, your little friends will be here any moment. You need to get ready" called Mrs. Granger from the staircase.
Hermione opened her eyes did she really sleep in. Usually she was out the door at least a half hour early. It didn't really matter and she jumped into the shower, washing he now soft and wavy hair with strawberry scented shampoo. Getting out of the shower she pulled on a simple jean skirt and a black shirt that said 'Don't hate me 'cause I'm AWESOME'. Her figure had filled out that summer, she was no Pamela Anderson but no one would mistake her for bookworm Granger anymore Pinning on her shinny new Head Girl Badge and pulling along her trunk Hermione apparated to King's Cross Station to meet her two best friends.
-------Draco's POV------
Draco Malfoy infamous womanizer of Hogwarts woke up in a good mood. He was ready for one last year of being Slytherin Sex God before joining the Death Eater ranks. A new year with new girls and new respect. He was Head boy and Scarface Pothead wasn't and the novelty of that wouldn't wear off for a while. He swept back his silver blond hair and mussed it around till he had the perfect just out of bed look. He wiped off the smile that made him look like an angel and but on his bad boy smirk. He took the stairs two at a time on his way down to a hot breakfast made by his house-elf slaves.
-----Lucious's POV----
Lucious Malfoy glared at his son across the table. True his son had become head boy and Quidditch captain this year yet he couldn't beat the mudblood's grades or the Boy-Who-Lived-To-Be-A-Pain-In-My-Arse at Quidditch. He was second best and would never amount to anything if he didn't pull himself together.
"Draco" he drawled, "That filthy mudblood will be number one no more I want you to be getting the perfect grades. And you are the smack that smile off the Scarheaded imbecile. Do you hear me? The Dark Lord does not want any servants who are second best. You are becoming a disgrace to the Malfoy name. You are to rise above the mudblood and half-blood. Or else." He did not need to raise his voice in order to intimidate his son or anyone else. He eyes burned into the grey eyes before him until the response of.
"Yes sir, whatever is needed" It was intended to be a sarcastic remark, yet the humor did not rub off on the senior Malfoy.
"You are dismissed" Lucious told his son, "Dipsy carry Draco's trunks down to the foyer and don't dawdle" he barked toward a cowering elf wearing nothing but a tea-towel. "Both of you out of my sight, Now!"
----Hermione's POV----
"'Mione where were you? We nearly sent out a search party," said the boy with jet-black hair embracing his friend. As she walked into the compartment reserved for the Golden Trio.
"Harry, where's your badge? You're supposed to wear it to be helpful to the new students." Hermione said eyes scanning her companion's body for a silver badge like hers.
"'Mione, 'Mione. I'm not head boy' said Harry the badgeless wonder.
"Ron, what about you" Her head turning towards the lanky boy on her right what about you. He shook his head unable to speak with the three chocolate frogs in his mouth.
"Actually" said a drawling bored voice from the door behind her. "I'm the Head Boy, no surprise. But the real question is How daft is our headmaster to make the little mudblood the Head girl"
The three friends turned around to see Draco Malfoy 6"1 and as handsome as could be.
"Don't call her that! She's more powerful than you'll ever be!" said Ron spewing chocolate all over.
"Oh, how sweet the little weasel has a crush on the icky mudblood. I suppose the stink of her muggle blood reminds you of the stench of home" spat out Draco.
"I'm gonna hex you little ferret until your insides are out" said Hermione being held back by Harry.
"No, No, No." said Draco "You're Pothead friend has the right idea," pointing to the badge on his muscular chest. "I'm head boy and I can take away points. Now if you'll excuse me I must bid you filthy vermin, Adieu." Slamming the door on the way out.
"I HATE HIM" cried Hermione; "I can't believe I have to share a dormitory with him all year long.
"Look at the bright side, he's quite fit" said Ginny sliding in through the door, "You're lucky you'll get to be near him all year long, just the two of you every night."
"Ginny" the boys yelled. But in the back of her head Hermione knew she was right.
---- Draco POV------
Draco knew as he left the golden trio behind he was fucked. The one girl he could never have had grown into a fine piece of ass. But it didn't matter in his head she would always be a filthy mudblood.
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