A/N: Allright, I'm having a bit of writer's block here. Help me out, now,
wont you? I'll be waiting for suggestion and comments. Thanks. Ü Oh by the
way, I edited the previous chapters and added a few things... check them out
if you'd like, but its pretty much the same flow of events.
Thank you guys soo much for your reviews. They really cheer me up. Ü happy, happy happyyy! Love y'all.â¼
Allright, good. I'll take it slow.Ü That's true, I don't want them sounding like sluts.
Hmm, by the way, the reason why Draco could do that to Hermione in the presence of Harry and Ron is because they couldn't directly see him. How could they? With Crabbe and Goyle's fat beings holding them down? I don't think so. Heehee. Ü
Oh, I LOOOVE Draco in PoA too!!! I love his voice, except when Buckbeak attacked him. Haha! ...His hair's a little too blonde though, I would've thought that he'd have wispy silvery-blonde hair. Oh well. MY Draco does. And he's HOTTER. Haha! Ü
Great job to Tom Felton, who had depicted Malfoy's character excellently. That smirk was exactly how I pictured it. ...Ooooh, I'm blabbing too much. better get on with the story...
CHAPTER 4
"Hermione!" Ron and Harry quickly rushed to her side. She was on the floor, still rubbing her wrist where Malfoy had roughly gripped her.
"I'm okay..." She muttered weakly. Her heart was pounding fast at what just happened. Malfoy's face was barely an inch away from her, and she could've sworn that his lips had brushed slightly against hers as his hot breath steamed down on her face. She felt a prickling at the nape of her neck as she recalled how his fingers were tracing and stroking down her waist and hips.
"What did he do to you!? What did he say!?" Harry demanded.
"N-nothing... just threatening, as usual. Throwing a few insults here and there. Don't worry I told him off." She lied. There was no way she could bring herself to tell Harry and Ron that she had just been somewhat sexually harassed by Malfoy.
"Stupid fucking prick..." Ron muttered. "don't worry Hermione, I'll get him back...Head boy or not..."
"Just.... Just forget it Ron. Don't bother. It's a waste of time, dealing with Malfoy." Hermione had suddenly realized that Malfoy indeed had power being head boy. And he seemed more... dangerous. He wasn't the whimpering Malfoy that he used to be. And Hermione knew that he had his connection with dark arts. She wasn't about to let her two best friends get into danger. And it was, Malfoy; it would indeed be a waste of time. He wasn't worth it.
"I cant believe he's head boy..."
"I know, Harry." Hermione replied. "I thought for sure that you'd be head boy..."
Harry shook his head. "I didn't expect to be."
"...and that there wouldn't be any problem sharing a room with you..." Hermione added quietly, half hoping that they wouldn't hear.
"WHAT!?!" Ron yelled.
Hermione sighed sadly. That was how the way things worked in Hogwarts. Head Boy and Head Girl share a common room and bathroom with each other, but of course, they had separate bedrooms.
But her heart started to beat furiously against her ribcage as the thought of sharing a room with him ran through her mind.
'And we could have more moment like these, without those two lugging behind you...' his words raced through her mind. So this is what he meant by that...
"Hermione..."
"Huh?"
"I asked if you were all right..."
"Oh... yes, Harry. Thank you."
"Hermione..." He bent down and came face to face with her, and held her hand. "If anything happens to you, if he does anything to you, you tell us, all right?" Harry said sternly.
"Harry," she said, forcing a smile, "I can take care of myself..."
"Malfoy's been known to do a lot of shit, Hermione. So... if something happens... if anything happens... Promise that you'll tell us." He was not smiling.
For a moment, Hermione was slightly annoyed at how overprotective Harry was being. But then again, that's why she had always loved Harry so much, because he always seemed like a big brother to her. And she felt that his concern was for the best anyway, especially with Malfoy's new aggressive behaviour.
"All right."
"Yeah, tell us, and we'll beat the stuffing out of him." Ron added.
Hermione forced a weak smile.
She was glad that she had her two guy friends to always be there for her. Sure, there were some down sides to having two boys as your best friends, but there were good things, too. This, for instance was one of them. Instant bodyguards.
She felt a pang of guilt, knowing that she had just promised to tell Ron and Harry about any funny business Malfoy would be doing. And just there she couldn't even bring herself into telling them what had just happened.
'Well I haven't promised them at that time yet,' she thought carefully, and bit her lip. Her heart was racing. Deep down she knew that there was fear growing inside of her. Fear of embarrassment in telling Ron and Harry, but mostly, fear of Malfoy.
She furrowed her eyebrows at the thought that she was afraid of Malfoy. She didn't know why or what she feared about him, and she never felt that way until the earlier incident. She felt stupid to be afraid of a co-student, especially since it was an arrogant, useless, good for nothing ferret.
"You won't be afraid to tell us, would you?" Harry asked, as if reading her mind. "Because you shouldn't, you know".
"I won't," she smiled. Her honey brown hazel eyes looked up and caught Harry's stern gaze, which instantly softened as their eyes met.
His eyes, Hermione noticed, were the most spectacular shade of green. They seemed to be emeralds that shone brightly at anyone who stared.
'I never noticed how marvelous his eyes actually were...' she thought to herself in amazement, and somehow feeling stupid that she'd never seen it before.
That was another thing with Hermione. Almost all girls she knew swooned at the sight of the great Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. Yet she never did. She always thought that they had looked good, yes, especially since they started caring about their looks. They were handsome. And I guess they both carried charming boyish looks, but she never got butterflies in her stomach when she saw them. They were just plain old Harry and Ron.
At that point Ron had bent down to them, one knee resting on the floor and the other folded across his front where his arm was holding up his chin. "Good girl" he smiled.
Hermione smiled back.
Harry kissed her on the forehead gently and gave her a hug. Hermione hugged him back, and pulled in Ron.
"Thanks, you guys," she kissed them both on the cheek [a/n: finally I got her to thank them!] and smiled sincerely. She meant that with all her heart. She wouldn't know what to do without them. Sometimes she was secretly thankful that Quirrel's ogre attacked her back in first year. If not, she might've never had this bond of friendship with Harry and Ron.
They all got up, cracked a few more lines about Malfoy being a git, and started to get their things ready. They would be arriving in Hogwarts in a few minutes.
a/n: all right, so it was a boring chapter. Sorry! I'm running out of ideas! Help meee! Review please.Ü
Thank you guys soo much for your reviews. They really cheer me up. Ü happy, happy happyyy! Love y'all.â¼
Allright, good. I'll take it slow.Ü That's true, I don't want them sounding like sluts.
Hmm, by the way, the reason why Draco could do that to Hermione in the presence of Harry and Ron is because they couldn't directly see him. How could they? With Crabbe and Goyle's fat beings holding them down? I don't think so. Heehee. Ü
Oh, I LOOOVE Draco in PoA too!!! I love his voice, except when Buckbeak attacked him. Haha! ...His hair's a little too blonde though, I would've thought that he'd have wispy silvery-blonde hair. Oh well. MY Draco does. And he's HOTTER. Haha! Ü
Great job to Tom Felton, who had depicted Malfoy's character excellently. That smirk was exactly how I pictured it. ...Ooooh, I'm blabbing too much. better get on with the story...
CHAPTER 4
"Hermione!" Ron and Harry quickly rushed to her side. She was on the floor, still rubbing her wrist where Malfoy had roughly gripped her.
"I'm okay..." She muttered weakly. Her heart was pounding fast at what just happened. Malfoy's face was barely an inch away from her, and she could've sworn that his lips had brushed slightly against hers as his hot breath steamed down on her face. She felt a prickling at the nape of her neck as she recalled how his fingers were tracing and stroking down her waist and hips.
"What did he do to you!? What did he say!?" Harry demanded.
"N-nothing... just threatening, as usual. Throwing a few insults here and there. Don't worry I told him off." She lied. There was no way she could bring herself to tell Harry and Ron that she had just been somewhat sexually harassed by Malfoy.
"Stupid fucking prick..." Ron muttered. "don't worry Hermione, I'll get him back...Head boy or not..."
"Just.... Just forget it Ron. Don't bother. It's a waste of time, dealing with Malfoy." Hermione had suddenly realized that Malfoy indeed had power being head boy. And he seemed more... dangerous. He wasn't the whimpering Malfoy that he used to be. And Hermione knew that he had his connection with dark arts. She wasn't about to let her two best friends get into danger. And it was, Malfoy; it would indeed be a waste of time. He wasn't worth it.
"I cant believe he's head boy..."
"I know, Harry." Hermione replied. "I thought for sure that you'd be head boy..."
Harry shook his head. "I didn't expect to be."
"...and that there wouldn't be any problem sharing a room with you..." Hermione added quietly, half hoping that they wouldn't hear.
"WHAT!?!" Ron yelled.
Hermione sighed sadly. That was how the way things worked in Hogwarts. Head Boy and Head Girl share a common room and bathroom with each other, but of course, they had separate bedrooms.
But her heart started to beat furiously against her ribcage as the thought of sharing a room with him ran through her mind.
'And we could have more moment like these, without those two lugging behind you...' his words raced through her mind. So this is what he meant by that...
"Hermione..."
"Huh?"
"I asked if you were all right..."
"Oh... yes, Harry. Thank you."
"Hermione..." He bent down and came face to face with her, and held her hand. "If anything happens to you, if he does anything to you, you tell us, all right?" Harry said sternly.
"Harry," she said, forcing a smile, "I can take care of myself..."
"Malfoy's been known to do a lot of shit, Hermione. So... if something happens... if anything happens... Promise that you'll tell us." He was not smiling.
For a moment, Hermione was slightly annoyed at how overprotective Harry was being. But then again, that's why she had always loved Harry so much, because he always seemed like a big brother to her. And she felt that his concern was for the best anyway, especially with Malfoy's new aggressive behaviour.
"All right."
"Yeah, tell us, and we'll beat the stuffing out of him." Ron added.
Hermione forced a weak smile.
She was glad that she had her two guy friends to always be there for her. Sure, there were some down sides to having two boys as your best friends, but there were good things, too. This, for instance was one of them. Instant bodyguards.
She felt a pang of guilt, knowing that she had just promised to tell Ron and Harry about any funny business Malfoy would be doing. And just there she couldn't even bring herself into telling them what had just happened.
'Well I haven't promised them at that time yet,' she thought carefully, and bit her lip. Her heart was racing. Deep down she knew that there was fear growing inside of her. Fear of embarrassment in telling Ron and Harry, but mostly, fear of Malfoy.
She furrowed her eyebrows at the thought that she was afraid of Malfoy. She didn't know why or what she feared about him, and she never felt that way until the earlier incident. She felt stupid to be afraid of a co-student, especially since it was an arrogant, useless, good for nothing ferret.
"You won't be afraid to tell us, would you?" Harry asked, as if reading her mind. "Because you shouldn't, you know".
"I won't," she smiled. Her honey brown hazel eyes looked up and caught Harry's stern gaze, which instantly softened as their eyes met.
His eyes, Hermione noticed, were the most spectacular shade of green. They seemed to be emeralds that shone brightly at anyone who stared.
'I never noticed how marvelous his eyes actually were...' she thought to herself in amazement, and somehow feeling stupid that she'd never seen it before.
That was another thing with Hermione. Almost all girls she knew swooned at the sight of the great Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. Yet she never did. She always thought that they had looked good, yes, especially since they started caring about their looks. They were handsome. And I guess they both carried charming boyish looks, but she never got butterflies in her stomach when she saw them. They were just plain old Harry and Ron.
At that point Ron had bent down to them, one knee resting on the floor and the other folded across his front where his arm was holding up his chin. "Good girl" he smiled.
Hermione smiled back.
Harry kissed her on the forehead gently and gave her a hug. Hermione hugged him back, and pulled in Ron.
"Thanks, you guys," she kissed them both on the cheek [a/n: finally I got her to thank them!] and smiled sincerely. She meant that with all her heart. She wouldn't know what to do without them. Sometimes she was secretly thankful that Quirrel's ogre attacked her back in first year. If not, she might've never had this bond of friendship with Harry and Ron.
They all got up, cracked a few more lines about Malfoy being a git, and started to get their things ready. They would be arriving in Hogwarts in a few minutes.
a/n: all right, so it was a boring chapter. Sorry! I'm running out of ideas! Help meee! Review please.Ü