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Lights out, punching your lights out, punching your:
Hello, they call me, I am on the prowl (he's on the prowl)
Hello, they call me, I am hailing a cab (he puts his hand to the air)
What kinds of vermin are creeping on the streets tonight
It's 4a.m. and I am, is creeping on the streets tonight
-"Blackout" (Lovedrug)
With that Hermione turned on her heel and fled down the train, reaching the head's compartment she flew open the door stumbling in an attempt to catch her breath. "Sorry I'm late." She gasped out, straightening up, her cleavage heaving from her loss of breath.
"Blimey Granger, when did you grow a pair of tits?" Drawled a voice from the back of the car.
Hermione glanced at the voice, her eyes finding the source of the voice. She groaned, her day kept getting worse and worse.
"Malfoy."
"Granger." He acknowledged, tilting his head to the side in a mockingly polite way, but the cruel gleam in his eyes did not go away. "Unfortunately, saying my name, no matter how much you love it, does not answer my question."
"Oh I'm sorry ferret," she snapped, "I didn't realize you were actually asking such an idiotic question. Obviously since I did not get a boob job, these boobs happen to be all natural and mine. Also, since everyone seems to be so fixated on my boobs, I'm beginning to wish I would just go back to covering up."
Malfoy nodded thoughtfully, "true Granger, you don't want to go around parading yourself like you're as good as all the pureblood women. Showing your tits won't get you a boyfriend if you're just a dirty mudblood."
Hermione growled and jumped forward deciding to forgo her wand for a much more satisfying punch to the face or groin, but before she could make impact the door to the car slid open. Professor McGonagall strode in stopping short at the sight of Hermione pressing Malfoy to the wall of the car.
"Well, I was planning on introducing you two, but it seems as though you're already well acquainted." She sniffed as she looked down at the pair.
Hermione grinned sheepishly at her favorite professor as she let go of Malfoy; he shoved her away in response for good measure. Both of the teens settled themselves in a seat, shooting glares at each other and attempting to kick the other in the shins when their Professor wasn't looking.
"Now, if we could all behave like adults, I have various rules and updates to go over with you two before I allow you to patrol the train." Said McGonagall, shooting a glare at the teens. "First, we have some changes to the staff, Professor Horace Slughorn will be replacing Professor Snape as potions master and head of Slytherin house. Professor Snape will be taking over the defense against dark arts position…" She paused, noticing that Malfoy's mouth had fallen open. "Do you have a question Mr. Malfoy?"
"Yes Professor, I do. Why is Slughorn replacing Snape?" demanded Malfoy, shooting another glare at Hermione as if this was all her fault.
"PROFESSOR Snape will be teaching additional Occlumency classes, to students who have the proper grades and would like an additional challenge. We think classes like this are imperative under the given circumstances. A war is fast approaching Mr. Malfoy and the mind is a powerful tool, we think that you should be allowed the chance to defend it."
"Um, Professor?" asked Hermione, raising her hand hesitantly, "Isn't Occlumency a little advanced for most students?"
"Yes Ms. Granger, however we are only making these classes available to the seventh year students who have suitable grades for such an undertaking. As Heads, it will be part of your job to participate in and assist Professor Snape in teaching these classes, do I make myself clear?" Both heads nodded. "Good, the rest of your duties are rather self explanatory. You will need to create a schedule for the prefect's patrol duties. Additionally, you will need to have meetings with these prefects in order to plan certain events, the first of which is a Halloween ball. Dumbledore seems to believe that in order to promote house unity and encourage good feeling during these troubled times entertainment is necessary. He will be updating you on any upcoming events that need to be arranged. Remember that you need to set an example for all the other students, people will look up to you, you should not abuse that power," she shot a glance at Malfoy. "Do you have any other questions for me?"
"I don't think so Professor," said Hermione smiling, "I'm sure Malfoy and I will come to you if we have any difficulties."
Malfoy snorted, "fat chance," he mumbled under his breath.
McGonagall didn't seem to hear him as she smiled down at her favorite student turning towards the door. "Well in that case I'll leave you to patrol the train, don't forget you are free to give detentions, but no taking away house points until classes begin." She gave them a look that clearly said, behave, then turned back to the door and left.
"Well Mudblood, a dance and I'll get the chance to invade your mind, looks like my year is getting better already," said Malfoy with an evil smirk on his face.
"Shut up ferret face, I was about to pummel you to death and I'm not afraid to do it again and actually succeed this time. Now I suggest you leave me alone before we have a repeat of third year." She looked at Malfoy, now that she was studying him she was surprised that she had managed to get him against the wall in the first place. He was at least six inches taller than her and the years of quiddich were definitely showing. He had stopped gelling his hair back in fifth year and now if hung in those stormy grey eyes of his. He looked like a fallen angel, beautiful yet dangerous.
"Done staring yet Granger?" asked Malfoy in a bored tone, "normally, I wouldn't mind you admiring what you can't have, but we do have a patrol to begin."
Hermione blushed at being caught staring, but managed to snap out, "Stop being an arse Malfoy, you take the front cars and I'll take the back half. We can meet back here to change before we get to Hogwarts."
Malfoy smirked, "Granger, I know you want to see me naked, but unless you can morph yourself into a pureblood, that's just not going to happen."
Hermione gave a cry of frustration and throwing her hands up in the air turned and stormed out of the car. "Stupid slimy ferret, as if I would ever be interested in your arrogant ass."
About an hour later she had finished her patrol with some time to spare. She decided to swing by her friends car, after all she needed to pick up her robes and it would give her some time to catch them up on everything she had learned after she had left. She slipped into the car amidst the sound of laughter.
"Hermione!" yelled Ginny, "we missed you, you've been gone for ages and you missed the chocolate frog falling down Ron's pants."
Hermione giggled then turned to look at Ron who was flushed red and was currently glaring at his sister, "shut it Ginny," he growled out then turned to Hermione, "so how was your meeting?" he asked stiffly in an effort to change the subject.
"Oh my god it was so interesting," she exclaimed as she began to retell her friends everything that McGonagall had said only an hour before.
"Wow a ball!" shrieked Ginny; the girl only had two volumes, loud and louder.
Harry however looked more preoccupied at the thought of Occlumency, "I wonder why Dumbledore would do that?" he asked, thinking out loud, "he must be fairly worried something will happen this year if he's already preparing the students."
Hermione nodded, "maybe there will be changes to our classes as well, at least Dumbledore is taking some sort of approach to preparing the seventh years, it's better than when they tried to hide it from us in fifth year. That bitch Umbridge set us back a whole year by refusing to teach us anything useful."
"Yeah, but Harry managed to teach us quite a bit, didn't you Harry?" said Luna in her airy voice, looking at Harry admiringly.
Harry blushed, "I didn't do much Luna, and I definitely couldn't teach you anything about Occlumency, it's not exactly one of my strengths." A shadow passed over his eyes and Hermione knew that he was remembering Sirius. She reached out and patted his hand.
"It's fine Harry, once I figure out the basics, you and I can practice together, I don't mind if you see my memories," said Hermione, smiling.
Harry smiled, then glanced at Ron who had been sitting in silent contemplation during this whole conversation. "What's wrong Ron, you haven't said anything for the past twenty minutes, I think that's a new record for you."
Ron looked up startled, "it's nothing I was just wondering, 'Mione, who is the new head boy?"
Hermione blushed; she had been attempting to avoid this conversation for as long as possible because she knew her friends weren't going to like it. "Umm… Well… It's Malfoy."
"MALFOY?" spat Ron looking at Hermione with fury in his eyes. "Hermione you can't live with him, he's evil, he might do something in your sleep, he's…"
"Ron, there's nothing she can do about it," sighed Harry, "'Mione's obviously not going to give up being Head Girl and we can't really get Malfoy kicked out of the position, although…"
"Harry," Hermione giggled, "It's fine, I can handle Malfoy and I've always got you guys to run to if things get really bad."
Ron puffed up at the idea of protecting her, "that's right Hermione, I'm always here for you, and I can defend you from that ferret."
Hermione rolled her eyes, "Thanks Ron," she glanced at her watch, "I better go change, we're going to be at school in ten minutes."
She grabbed her uniform out of her trunk and left heading back in the direction of the head's car, missing Ginny's slightly shifty expression. Making her way to the door, she was relieved to see that Malfoy wasn't back yet. "Slimy git, probably off torturing some first years," she muttered to herself as she began to strip down to change. However, it wasn't until throwing on all her clothes that she realized something felt different. Upon closer inspection she realized that her skirt was about three inches shorter than usual.
"Ginny!" Hermione squealed frantically trying to charm her skirt back to its normal length, but it seemed as though Ginny had cursed her skirt to stay short. Hermione sighed, vowing to get a book on beauty spells as soon as humanly possible to change her skirt back to a decent length. Though her skirt fit the dress code (barely), she didn't fancy walking around in such a small garment. She sighed and moved her hand to adjust her head's badge. It wasn't there.
Growling in frustration, Hermione sank down to her hands and knees to search for the badge and it was then Draco Malfoy decided to return. He was greeted by the image of Granger on her hands and knees, ass sticking up in the air. Smirking he paused to admire her, between her large boobs and nice round bottom, she was fairly attractive, for a mudblood, however he couldn't resist saying the first thing that came to mind.
"You know Granger, I could get used to you in this position."
Hermione grabbed the badge she had just discovered and jumped up turning around to face him, contemplating the pros and cons of stabbing him in the eye with the pin of her badge. However, before she could open her mouth to retort a loud train whistle echoed down the cars. They had arrived at Hogwarts.
In case you couldn't tell I like to leave you guessing. Also just for the record, it is useless to ask me what's going to happen in my stories, I write them as they come to mind. So I usually don't have any idea of where a chapter is going until it ends. Hey, it works for me!
Special thanks to:
ellenloveforever: Ron is so much fun to write. Thanks for the praise!
Arianna Grace: That's awesome! I was trying to get them as close to their real personalities, I'm glad it worked.
': Of course, typical teenage boys, that's all they ever notice.
wickedsoulx: I love Draco's character, so much to do with him and his reactions are great.
mydirt09: They're pretty cute too. Haha. And you'll have to wait and see.
sushiluvver: Your wish is my command.
Eye of The Tigress: Fred and George work so well as a team, that's why I can't kill Fred off. They'll be making a reappearance.
Icelynne: Awesome! I'm glad you liked it, it just came to me and I thought it was perfect.
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Lingo10: Haha, well good thing that I gave you more!
PropertyOfMe95: They're so great at stirring up trouble, you can't help but love them.
