hey there everyone! This is my first fan fiction ever. Please tell me what you think. Be tough yet gentle please!
ps
this is sort of the "starter chapter"...its really short and not exciting. Just to let you know...Don't stop here!
disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot and i bow before JK Rowling.
Hermione
" …. ….. Fish fins and set them on top of the cauldron and let them sink. Finish by stirring ninety- three times. Any Questions? Good. You have twenty- five minutes." Snape concluded his instructions to his less than eager class.
"Okay, I can do this," I, Hermione, told myself.
Concentrate…
"Thirty- five goat hairs and four bulswang claws…"
plop
"Stir five times…"
One, two thr—
"PSSTT, Hermione!"
I had officially lost my train of thought.
"Harry not now. Remember lost week when Snape caught you talking?"
Uggg that was gross….
Harry shuttered involuntarily and decided to ask me later. Good choice.
"Now where was I?" Continuing my stirring.
Three, four---
"PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTTT !! HEY BUCKEY!"
Instinctively my body turned toward the far left corner of the classroom. That's where Malfoy always sat, after all. He had a smug grin on his face.
"Miss Granger and Mr. Malfoy," Isn't it great how Snape assumes I'm Buckey. Real self esteem boost. Oh well. I'll be dead in a few moments anyway and it won't matter, "Are my assignment so fantastic that you must converse about them while performing them?"
Dead silence. Everyone was watching.
"I See. Please let yourselves outside until I have time to deal with you. Congratulations on your failing marks on today's project. I believe this is a first for you Miss Granger."
Thanks for reminding me.
We trudged off, fallen soldiers, into the corridor.
As soon as we had the door behind us I sarcastically replied, "Thanks for that Malfoy. Very mature of you."
My perpetrator turned to face me. He looked furious.
"Why waste insults? We're both screwed. "
Did something flash across his when he said "screwed," or was that my imagination?
"I take pleasure in that small victory, thanks. It's kinda nice to see people get their own medicine for once," I copied his angered look twice fold.
Draco knew when he was beaten. Neither of us said anything until Snape emerged. He looked more conniving than ever.
"I have the best assignment for you two to accomplish over your Hogsmeade weekend! I'm sure you'll love to talk about it unhindered by class rules, TOGETHER. That's right, both of you shall turn in only one project as a group. You will be expected to create a vial of poison of the most difficult variety: Leadsdeth. I'm sure you've heard of it? I will see you both on Monday," With this he left.
After a moment I managed to collect my tongue off of the floor, "Perfect! After I spend a weekend with you making the potion I can drink it and put myself out of my misery!"
Insults are never wasted when Malfoy's around….
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Draco
"Be sure to save some for me!"
I was so out of there. My bed was practically calling my name. I was only around the nearest corner when I spotted Crabb and Goyle. Let's just say I wasn't exactly in the mood for their idiotic dribble…they might have been able to get to the hospital wing…
Sooner or later I was in the common room. Sweet Slytherin bliss. An armchair right by the fire was my victim. (My thoughts were still a little uneasy. It was better to stay awake here by the fire than in my four poster bed.) I was contemplating how to slip a really good hex on Buckey Beaver when I was rudely interrupted by (what she thought of herself as) my girlfriend.
"Heyyy Draco, I heard about your little mishap with Snape…what did you do? Get Granger pregnant?"Pansy Parkinson half flirted half mocked.
A chorus of snickers irrupted around the room
Apparently she doesn't want to be my girlfriend anymore…One good thing came out of today. Might as well have some fun…
"Sorry you couldn't get to her first."
"You're stupider than I thought it you don't know simple muggle biology."She fell right into my trap.
"Wait… You're a girl?! OH MY GOD!," I turned to the nearest onlooker, "Did you know about this? No one told me it wasn't a man!"
Annndd she's off! Off crying to her dormitory, that is. I definitely still have it.
I think I might follow her example (all of this thinking got me tired)… minus the crying… I'll save that for studies tomorrow with the Mudblood…
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