Note: This story takes place in the seventh year for the Golden Trio.
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Disclaimer: Ok, I'll make this sweet and simple and to the point.I do not own any of these familiar characters that we all love (if you don't love 'em or at least love to hate 'em, what are you doing reading this??) although I'd love to own at least one of these characters.**suggestive grin** Once again; I do not own any of these characters, they belong to JKR. Please don't sue me.
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Hermione glanced around the Great Hall looking for Ron and Harry. Since she was Head Girl this year she had spent the entire train ride in a compartment with Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape. And unfortunately, stuck with Draco Malfoy, as he was the Head Boy. Feeling better to be in the fresh air, Hermione began to make her way over to the Gryffindor table. Half way there some one caught her elbow and spun her around. Gasping she glanced into the familiar dark green eyes for a fleeting moment before Harry pulled her into a big bear hug. A moment later she heard Ron's memorable laughter and was transferred from Harry's arms to Ron's.
Laughing and blushing, Hermione pulled away. "What's gotten into you guys?" She looked back and forth between them. "I've never gotten this kind of greeting from you before!" Finally they reached the Gryffindor table, and after saying a few quick "Hellos" they say down, Hermione still looking at them questionably.
Harry smiled at her, his green eyes dancing merrily. "Guess who's the New Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor?" Ron bounced in his chair gleefully. "Ohh, you are ganna love this, Mione!"
Hermione giggled at the two boys who had just turned 18 this past summer and who was now acting like two year olds. "Professor Snape?" She ventured innocently. And it was worth it judging by her friends' faces. Laughing joyfully, she studied their expressions. Ron has changed a lot this summer, Hermione thought to herself, still chuckling. His hair was longer, darker. He had gotten taller and had filled out quite nicely. So has Harry. Although he was more on the slim and tone side. She noticed that both of them were gathering quite a lot of admiring looks.
Harry, no longer able to contain himself, burst out, "It's Mooney, Mione!! Lupin! He came back!"
Just then Professor Lupin walked in himself. The whole of the Gryffiondor table went up in cheers. As Hermione stood and cheered along with her friends, she smiled contently. Glad to be home.
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Hermione yawned and kept walking up to her new rooms. After saying her goodbyes to Harry and Ron, she walked alone and let her mind wander. Head Girl and Head Boy were given the own private rooms and the two shared a common room. Hermione hadn't really thought of it yet, but how was she and Malfoy supposed to get along well enough to be able to take care their responsibilities as the Head Boy and Girl? She came to stop at a statue of a young man and a young women standing back to back with their arms crossed. Muttering the password (Odium Ardor) Hermione walked into the common room absentmindedly, not noticing her surrounding, or that some one stepped into the room behind her.
She did, however, notice when she was roughly pulled around by her wrists. Chocking on her scream she came face to face with Draco Malfoy, who now had her pined to the wall, squeezing her wrists painfully.
Hermione struggled to breath. "What the hell are you doing, Malfoy!!?" Malfoy didn't bother with answering. . .just pressed down harder on her wrists. Hermione winced and bit her lib against the pain.
His breath came in short bursts on her cheek. "What do you have to do with my mother, Mudblood?" He asked her in a cold and calculating tone, his voice was barely over a whisper. "What do you know about her? Tell me!" He demanded sharply, twisting her wrists harshly, eliciting a quiet whimper from Hermione.
Hermione stared at him in shock and confusion. Why would she have anything to do with Malfoys mother?! Her confusion quickly turned to rage. "Go to hell, Malfoy!" Hermione said through clenched teeth. He turned her swiftly and twisted her arms behind her back. Pushing her into the wall face first, he pressed his body up against her. She could feel the cool rough stone against her cheek. His lips brushed her ear and his breath was tickling. Malfoy whispered harshly, "If your lying to me, Mudblood, I'll make you regret the day you were born into that filthy Mudblood family." Just as suddenly as he grabbed her Malfoy released her. Tears blurred her sight, but she refused to cry. Hermione stood there with her face to the wall until she heard his door slam. Then she ran up the steps to her personal rooms. Hermione slumped in a heap leaning on the door, finally allowing the sobs to overtake her.
Disclaimer: Ok, I'll make this sweet and simple and to the point.I do not own any of these familiar characters that we all love (if you don't love 'em or at least love to hate 'em, what are you doing reading this??) although I'd love to own at least one of these characters.**suggestive grin** Once again; I do not own any of these characters, they belong to JKR. Please don't sue me.
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Hermione glanced around the Great Hall looking for Ron and Harry. Since she was Head Girl this year she had spent the entire train ride in a compartment with Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape. And unfortunately, stuck with Draco Malfoy, as he was the Head Boy. Feeling better to be in the fresh air, Hermione began to make her way over to the Gryffindor table. Half way there some one caught her elbow and spun her around. Gasping she glanced into the familiar dark green eyes for a fleeting moment before Harry pulled her into a big bear hug. A moment later she heard Ron's memorable laughter and was transferred from Harry's arms to Ron's.
Laughing and blushing, Hermione pulled away. "What's gotten into you guys?" She looked back and forth between them. "I've never gotten this kind of greeting from you before!" Finally they reached the Gryffindor table, and after saying a few quick "Hellos" they say down, Hermione still looking at them questionably.
Harry smiled at her, his green eyes dancing merrily. "Guess who's the New Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor?" Ron bounced in his chair gleefully. "Ohh, you are ganna love this, Mione!"
Hermione giggled at the two boys who had just turned 18 this past summer and who was now acting like two year olds. "Professor Snape?" She ventured innocently. And it was worth it judging by her friends' faces. Laughing joyfully, she studied their expressions. Ron has changed a lot this summer, Hermione thought to herself, still chuckling. His hair was longer, darker. He had gotten taller and had filled out quite nicely. So has Harry. Although he was more on the slim and tone side. She noticed that both of them were gathering quite a lot of admiring looks.
Harry, no longer able to contain himself, burst out, "It's Mooney, Mione!! Lupin! He came back!"
Just then Professor Lupin walked in himself. The whole of the Gryffiondor table went up in cheers. As Hermione stood and cheered along with her friends, she smiled contently. Glad to be home.
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Hermione yawned and kept walking up to her new rooms. After saying her goodbyes to Harry and Ron, she walked alone and let her mind wander. Head Girl and Head Boy were given the own private rooms and the two shared a common room. Hermione hadn't really thought of it yet, but how was she and Malfoy supposed to get along well enough to be able to take care their responsibilities as the Head Boy and Girl? She came to stop at a statue of a young man and a young women standing back to back with their arms crossed. Muttering the password (Odium Ardor) Hermione walked into the common room absentmindedly, not noticing her surrounding, or that some one stepped into the room behind her.
She did, however, notice when she was roughly pulled around by her wrists. Chocking on her scream she came face to face with Draco Malfoy, who now had her pined to the wall, squeezing her wrists painfully.
Hermione struggled to breath. "What the hell are you doing, Malfoy!!?" Malfoy didn't bother with answering. . .just pressed down harder on her wrists. Hermione winced and bit her lib against the pain.
His breath came in short bursts on her cheek. "What do you have to do with my mother, Mudblood?" He asked her in a cold and calculating tone, his voice was barely over a whisper. "What do you know about her? Tell me!" He demanded sharply, twisting her wrists harshly, eliciting a quiet whimper from Hermione.
Hermione stared at him in shock and confusion. Why would she have anything to do with Malfoys mother?! Her confusion quickly turned to rage. "Go to hell, Malfoy!" Hermione said through clenched teeth. He turned her swiftly and twisted her arms behind her back. Pushing her into the wall face first, he pressed his body up against her. She could feel the cool rough stone against her cheek. His lips brushed her ear and his breath was tickling. Malfoy whispered harshly, "If your lying to me, Mudblood, I'll make you regret the day you were born into that filthy Mudblood family." Just as suddenly as he grabbed her Malfoy released her. Tears blurred her sight, but she refused to cry. Hermione stood there with her face to the wall until she heard his door slam. Then she ran up the steps to her personal rooms. Hermione slumped in a heap leaning on the door, finally allowing the sobs to overtake her.
