Dark Angel
Chapter 2: Living an Ordinary Life
Hermione walks into the Great Hall and sits between Harry and Ron at the Gryffindor table. Harry and Ron were discussing the plans that would make sure that Gryffindor "kicked Slytherin's arse", according to Ron.
"Hermione, you have to come and watch us train."
"Of course I'll be there, Harry. I need to help Ginny take on Ron's old job of shouting, "Go, Go Gryffindor!"
They all laughed. Hermione felt as if someone was watching her. She looked towards the Head Table and saw Severus Snape staring at her.
Severus POV:
'She is good at playing the game and acting her role,' he thought.
Severus watched her, analyzed her actions. He saw how Harry and Ron worshiped and relied on her.
'It's disgusting how they trust her so easily.'
Then he saw Draco Malfoy leave the Slytherin table and head towards the Gryffindor table.
'What is Mr. Malfoy doing at the Gryffindor table?'
Normal POV:
"What do you want, Malfoy?" Ron said his voice filled with contempt.
"I'm not here to talk to you, Weasel," he says this with scorn, "I'm here to talk to Hermione." He says this in a sugary sweet voice.
"You have no right to call her that, Malfoy!" Malfoy smirks.
"What would you rather I call her. You're right; I shouldn't call her Hermione. It's too long anyway, but you can choose. Should I call her Mya or," he pauses to relish in the drama, "Mudblood? No, I think I'll call her Mya, it sounds better."
Ron looked like he was about to jump at him, but Hermione cut him off.
"What makes you think I want to talk to you, Ferret Boy?"
I just happen to have some information about your new job, unless you want to quit..."
Hermione grabs his arm and leads him out of the hall.
Five minutes later, Snape swiftly exits the hall. Hermione drags Draco around a corner and casts a silencing charm.
"What is it? What information would the Dark Lord give you? You are not a Deatheater, Malfoy."
Snape breaks the silencing charm and recasts it so he can listen in.
"I am going to be a deatheater during Christmas Vacation."
"Awww, do you want a doggy biscuit? Tell me what the Dark Lord wants."
Hermione backs away from him. Malfoy finally gets a good look at Hermione. She dyed her hair black and straightened it. Her robes were always open and she wore clothes that complimented her curves. She tended to only wear black clothes and silver jewelry, except during Gryffindor Quidditch games, when she wore her house colors. Draco smirks, he likes what he sees.
"The Dark Lord wants a detailed report-"
"I know that, Ferret Boy."
"I'm not finished, Mya..." He says this with annoyance and a little venom.
"Anyway, he wants a detailed report for the next meeting. The report must include information about Potter, information on the Order, watch out for people who try to betray the Dark Side and those who want to join us."
Hermione looks impatient.
"Are you done?"
"Actually..."
Draco pushes her against a wall. He presses his lips against hers. Hermione turns them around so she is pressing him against the wall. She presses her lips to his and her hips tongue is at his mouth begging for entrance. Draco opens his mouth and their tongues wage war. Hermione grinds her hips against Draco's and then pushes away.
"You're not my type, boy. You're not man enough for me. Tell the Dark Lord that I'm grateful for his message."
She starts to walk away and stops.
"Finite Incantem."
Then she walks off to the Great Hall, leaving Draco Malfoy against a wall looking stupid.
"I'll show her."
He walks back to the Great Hall. Snape rushes to the dungeons before his sixth year Gryffindor/Slytherin class begins.
To the Readers: Please forgive this chapter. I have a lot of things going on in my life right now and I am using this chapter as a fill-in. Please forgive me. The next chapter will be better. Also if you also read my other story You've Become A Part of Me, can you tell me if I should let Hermione tell Tom that she's a Muggleborn or keep it a secret. Thank you. Cassandra Evel.
