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I did not make us Harry Potter. I wish I had, but no, I didn't. I might
just copy and past this so I don't have to type this everytime I add a
chapter. Well, we'll see.
A/N: I'm an updating maniac! Yes! Four chapters in three days! Woot woot! Party! Please read and review
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"You want to WHAT Mrs. Granger?"
Professors McGonagall's books slipped from her hands onto the hall floor will a dull echo. Hermione sighed and picked them up for her but the professor seemed too shocked to move her fingers when Hermione placed them in her hands. They simply slipped off again. Hermione let them lie and gave her full attention to McGonagall.
"You must have misunderstood the Daily Prophet dear. The ministry is looking for a muggle. And I'm sure you wouldn't want to give up your holiday and spend it with the Malfoys." She spit the word out like it was poison. She was not one to play favorites, but she would like to meet a muggle, let alone a wizard, who could survive a week at the Malfoy's.
Hermione's insides squirmed. She half wanted to agree with her, to pretend it was a joke, to have a good laugh and just forget about the whole thing. The last thing she wanted was to spend a weeks at the Malfoy manor. Hell, the reason she was looking forward to break was because it was a break from Malfoy.
"No, Professor. I'm muggle born. I'm sure I would qualify." Hermione set her jaw and pushed the forbidding feelings in the pit of her stomach down. McGonagall stared at her disbelievingly for a few seconds, and then sighed as she bent down to pick up her books.
"Well, I'll send an inquiry to the Ministry, but might I ask why you would want to spend your break at the Malfoy's?"
"Move, Granger. Your hair is blocking the walkway." Draco came up from behind her and pushed her shoulder.
"That'll be five points, Mr. Malfoy!" McGonagall yelled at his retreating back. He simply winked at Hermione from behind his shoulder. McGonagall turned back to Hermione, cheeks pink and brows furrowed. Hermione had to use all of her will power not to shrink down a bit under McGonagall's glare. "I repeat, why in the name of magic would you want to spend any time with Draco?"
Hermione smiled meekly. "I don't know."
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"You owe me big!"
Hermione was sitting on Ron's bed while he did some last minute packing. His quilt was on the floor and Pig was flying in circles around the room, screeching.
"Get over here Pig!" Ron yelled at Pig, but the owl just hooted happily. "I mean it, you get over here or-"
His words were cut off by the haphazard owl hitting the wall and sliding to the floor. "PIG!" Ron rushed over and cradled Pig in his hands. "Are you ok?!" Pig just hooted happily and zoomed off into the dormitory hallway, followed by a few crashes and the screams of "Manic owl! Run!" Ron sighed and turned towards Hermione, who was watching the spectacle with a pitied look.
"You know, as much as I'm tired of this now, I'm sure going to miss it this summer." Hermione said. Ron gave an exasperated sigh and took Hermione by the shoulders.
"Take one for the team, Hermione!" She rolled her eyes and tried to move out of his grasp, but his grip was strong. She was forced to look at him and when she did, she was surprised to find him laughing.
"Stop it, Ron!" Ron only shook his head, laughing harder. Hermione pulled herself out of his hands and faced him, hands on hips. This only amused Ron more and he was forced to support himself on his bed post. "What is it? Does my position amuse you? That I have to spend Christmas with The Adams Family!"
"The Who?" gasped Ron, wiping tears from his eyes. Hermione lay down on the bed and covered her face with the pillow. She wanted to hit Ron. Hard. In the face. With a bat. Ron, who still hadn't quite gotten a hold on himself, sat down next to her on the bed.
"I didn't mean.mfff..to makemmmffff..FUN..mmfffffffha ha ha ha..mfff.of you Hermione. I just...mfffffff-" Hermione tackled Ron with the pillow, muffling the sound of his laughter. She pulled herself off the bed, dodging the flying pillow Ron launched at her. "Where are you.mffff..going?"
Hermione turned around, and something in her eyes made Ron's cut his laughter short.
"I have to go pack for my "holiday." I'll see you a couple of weeks." Hermione turned and walked down the stairs the common room. But she felt suddenly like she didn't want to be in a room full of people. People talking excitedly about their winter holidays.
Instead, Hermione walked right past where Harry was sitting and headed towards the exit. she opened the portrait hole and ran smack into-Draco.
"What are you doing?" Hermione asked, a look of disgust filling her face. Draco, who was knocked down, fought back a wave of anger. It's not like he wanted to be here with a Mudblood. She had messed up his hair and he had bit his lip going down. He was not in a good mood. He jumped up and approached Hermione, who was pushing the portrait back. When she turned around, his face was inches from hers. She sucked in a breath.
Draco grinned. "Let's see how long I can draw this out," he thought.
Hermione frowned and pushed him out of the way. Malfoy, pushing his silver hair back out of his face, ran to catch up with her quick strides.
"Where're you going?" Hermione turned a corner sharply, throwing Draco temporarily off balance. He spurred up and cut in front of her, once again blocking her way.
Hermione raised her eyes to the ceiling. The last thing she needed right now was Draco, Especially a Draco dead intent on making this confrontation as painful as he could.
"I got a message from the Ministry that you're going to be our foster Mudblood. How quaint." This was Draco's only joy. He enjoyed lording over people and he could feel his power over her at that moment. It was only curiosity that kept him from going further.
"Are you done being a prick? Can I go now?" Hermione attempted to get by but was blocked by Draco's arm. She pulled back with an exasperated sigh as Draco regarded her coolly.
"Why did you offer to come to my house?" Hermione stiffened. She hadn't thought about this part. What was her excuse? Draco was obviously going nowhere, so she couldn't stall.
"Uh."
"Oh, I can't wait to hear this." He decided to make it hard for her, to drag it on. "Is it my good looks? My charm? Doing some undercover work for Potter?"
Hermione swallowed, breathing hard. Lying was never her strong suit. "I..thought it might be a good chance for us to work things out." Draco's eye brows rose. He's not buying it, she thought. "I mean to better understand each other."
She must be kidding, he thought. Not only is she lying, but she's doing is badly.
"And you propose to start by calling me a prick?" Draco snorted. "You're a terrible liar. Even Longbottom would see though it." Hermione stayed silent. Draco sighed and moved aside. "Mother's picking us up from King's Cross. Meet me at the barrier right after the train leaves and don't be late." Hermione looked up.
"I heard your father was coming home? Are you eager to see him back or something?"
A shadow passed in front of Draco's face, but he only straightened his chin and leaned against the gray stone nonchalantly.
"He gets home later that night. I just don't want to be kept waiting by a Mudblood." He started to inspect his nails. "It lowers me."
"Well, I understand the instructions, your highness," Hermione said, dripping with sarcasm. "Can I do anything for you before I leave? Peel some grapes, perhaps?" Hermione snorted and pushed past Draco's bulk.
Draco watched her as she rushed away. In the moonlight, she looked almost pretty. But then again, Goyle could look decent in the right lighting. Well, almost. Even with the looming thought of his father coming home, he would at least have some amusement over vacation.
A/N: I'm an updating maniac! Yes! Four chapters in three days! Woot woot! Party! Please read and review
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"You want to WHAT Mrs. Granger?"
Professors McGonagall's books slipped from her hands onto the hall floor will a dull echo. Hermione sighed and picked them up for her but the professor seemed too shocked to move her fingers when Hermione placed them in her hands. They simply slipped off again. Hermione let them lie and gave her full attention to McGonagall.
"You must have misunderstood the Daily Prophet dear. The ministry is looking for a muggle. And I'm sure you wouldn't want to give up your holiday and spend it with the Malfoys." She spit the word out like it was poison. She was not one to play favorites, but she would like to meet a muggle, let alone a wizard, who could survive a week at the Malfoy's.
Hermione's insides squirmed. She half wanted to agree with her, to pretend it was a joke, to have a good laugh and just forget about the whole thing. The last thing she wanted was to spend a weeks at the Malfoy manor. Hell, the reason she was looking forward to break was because it was a break from Malfoy.
"No, Professor. I'm muggle born. I'm sure I would qualify." Hermione set her jaw and pushed the forbidding feelings in the pit of her stomach down. McGonagall stared at her disbelievingly for a few seconds, and then sighed as she bent down to pick up her books.
"Well, I'll send an inquiry to the Ministry, but might I ask why you would want to spend your break at the Malfoy's?"
"Move, Granger. Your hair is blocking the walkway." Draco came up from behind her and pushed her shoulder.
"That'll be five points, Mr. Malfoy!" McGonagall yelled at his retreating back. He simply winked at Hermione from behind his shoulder. McGonagall turned back to Hermione, cheeks pink and brows furrowed. Hermione had to use all of her will power not to shrink down a bit under McGonagall's glare. "I repeat, why in the name of magic would you want to spend any time with Draco?"
Hermione smiled meekly. "I don't know."
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"You owe me big!"
Hermione was sitting on Ron's bed while he did some last minute packing. His quilt was on the floor and Pig was flying in circles around the room, screeching.
"Get over here Pig!" Ron yelled at Pig, but the owl just hooted happily. "I mean it, you get over here or-"
His words were cut off by the haphazard owl hitting the wall and sliding to the floor. "PIG!" Ron rushed over and cradled Pig in his hands. "Are you ok?!" Pig just hooted happily and zoomed off into the dormitory hallway, followed by a few crashes and the screams of "Manic owl! Run!" Ron sighed and turned towards Hermione, who was watching the spectacle with a pitied look.
"You know, as much as I'm tired of this now, I'm sure going to miss it this summer." Hermione said. Ron gave an exasperated sigh and took Hermione by the shoulders.
"Take one for the team, Hermione!" She rolled her eyes and tried to move out of his grasp, but his grip was strong. She was forced to look at him and when she did, she was surprised to find him laughing.
"Stop it, Ron!" Ron only shook his head, laughing harder. Hermione pulled herself out of his hands and faced him, hands on hips. This only amused Ron more and he was forced to support himself on his bed post. "What is it? Does my position amuse you? That I have to spend Christmas with The Adams Family!"
"The Who?" gasped Ron, wiping tears from his eyes. Hermione lay down on the bed and covered her face with the pillow. She wanted to hit Ron. Hard. In the face. With a bat. Ron, who still hadn't quite gotten a hold on himself, sat down next to her on the bed.
"I didn't mean.mfff..to makemmmffff..FUN..mmfffffffha ha ha ha..mfff.of you Hermione. I just...mfffffff-" Hermione tackled Ron with the pillow, muffling the sound of his laughter. She pulled herself off the bed, dodging the flying pillow Ron launched at her. "Where are you.mffff..going?"
Hermione turned around, and something in her eyes made Ron's cut his laughter short.
"I have to go pack for my "holiday." I'll see you a couple of weeks." Hermione turned and walked down the stairs the common room. But she felt suddenly like she didn't want to be in a room full of people. People talking excitedly about their winter holidays.
Instead, Hermione walked right past where Harry was sitting and headed towards the exit. she opened the portrait hole and ran smack into-Draco.
"What are you doing?" Hermione asked, a look of disgust filling her face. Draco, who was knocked down, fought back a wave of anger. It's not like he wanted to be here with a Mudblood. She had messed up his hair and he had bit his lip going down. He was not in a good mood. He jumped up and approached Hermione, who was pushing the portrait back. When she turned around, his face was inches from hers. She sucked in a breath.
Draco grinned. "Let's see how long I can draw this out," he thought.
Hermione frowned and pushed him out of the way. Malfoy, pushing his silver hair back out of his face, ran to catch up with her quick strides.
"Where're you going?" Hermione turned a corner sharply, throwing Draco temporarily off balance. He spurred up and cut in front of her, once again blocking her way.
Hermione raised her eyes to the ceiling. The last thing she needed right now was Draco, Especially a Draco dead intent on making this confrontation as painful as he could.
"I got a message from the Ministry that you're going to be our foster Mudblood. How quaint." This was Draco's only joy. He enjoyed lording over people and he could feel his power over her at that moment. It was only curiosity that kept him from going further.
"Are you done being a prick? Can I go now?" Hermione attempted to get by but was blocked by Draco's arm. She pulled back with an exasperated sigh as Draco regarded her coolly.
"Why did you offer to come to my house?" Hermione stiffened. She hadn't thought about this part. What was her excuse? Draco was obviously going nowhere, so she couldn't stall.
"Uh."
"Oh, I can't wait to hear this." He decided to make it hard for her, to drag it on. "Is it my good looks? My charm? Doing some undercover work for Potter?"
Hermione swallowed, breathing hard. Lying was never her strong suit. "I..thought it might be a good chance for us to work things out." Draco's eye brows rose. He's not buying it, she thought. "I mean to better understand each other."
She must be kidding, he thought. Not only is she lying, but she's doing is badly.
"And you propose to start by calling me a prick?" Draco snorted. "You're a terrible liar. Even Longbottom would see though it." Hermione stayed silent. Draco sighed and moved aside. "Mother's picking us up from King's Cross. Meet me at the barrier right after the train leaves and don't be late." Hermione looked up.
"I heard your father was coming home? Are you eager to see him back or something?"
A shadow passed in front of Draco's face, but he only straightened his chin and leaned against the gray stone nonchalantly.
"He gets home later that night. I just don't want to be kept waiting by a Mudblood." He started to inspect his nails. "It lowers me."
"Well, I understand the instructions, your highness," Hermione said, dripping with sarcasm. "Can I do anything for you before I leave? Peel some grapes, perhaps?" Hermione snorted and pushed past Draco's bulk.
Draco watched her as she rushed away. In the moonlight, she looked almost pretty. But then again, Goyle could look decent in the right lighting. Well, almost. Even with the looming thought of his father coming home, he would at least have some amusement over vacation.
