"Hermione, don't listen to him." Blaise was lying down on Hermione's bed holding the crying girl.
"It's the true though, all of it. How did you manage to get up here?" Hermione asked knowing full well whenever a boy tried to get up the girls staircase the steps would retract into a slide.
"I used my broom to fly up the stairs." His big grin made Hermione smile. "I and Draco figured it out last year. Don't give me that look; we were only trying to see Ali! Honest!"
She gave him a small smile and looked away, her eyes focusing on the window.
"God this room annoys me, it's like Millicent's Mirror image!"
"I want to show you something." He grabbed his broom along with her wrist and ran down the stairs they flew up the right set of stairs and into what seemed to be Blaise's bedroom.
"Nice room, who are your dorm-mates?"
"Ian Rankin, David Adams, Christian Matthews and Draco." He pulled a large pill of magazines out of his trunk and settled on his bed, she followed and then shut the curtain around the bed at his request. "These are what I wanted to show you."
"You wanted to show me magazines?"
"Not just any magazines, magazines that feature you."
"Here's my favourite." He said handing her an article titled: SNAPE HEIRESS LOST VIRGINITY AGED 11!
"That's bull!"
"I knew I was right in the fact you lost it earlier!"
"Blaise Zabini!"
She reached over the bundle of magazines with both hands to wring his neck, Blaise jumped up quickly and removed the bundle from his bed, whilst he was doing so he felt something hit him hard in the neck, understanding the fact, Hermione had thrown a pillow at he caused him to race to her and fling her down on to the bed.
"I want to suck your blood." He leaned down to her neck but stopped when he heard her yawn. "Or...maybe not. Miya"
"Oh, I'm sorry Blaise, please do…" She yawned. "Carry on."
"Miya, get up." She did. He pulled the covers back and told her to lie down; when she did he covered her body with the duvet. He said sweet dreams and make him way to the door to leave her in peace.
"Zabini! Are you really going to leave a young lady alone in a man's room?" She smirked at him. He smiled back and went to his bed furthermore got under the covers, she nuzzled into his shoulder and he comforted her.
"You're the only person in this place, so far, I can truly say I love."
Hermione felt her eyelids become heavy and became unconscious.
"So Zabini, you're dating the supermodel bookworm, I never thought you had it in you…"
"Look Rankin, we're friends so get your mind out of the gutter."
"Dude, if you're friends how come you were all snuggling together." Said Rankin.
It's really hard not to be awake during times like these, the 'sleeping' girl thought to herself.
"I'm not another Weasley! I do not fancy her and will not become like the Weasel and pretend everything's perfect!"
"Ignorance is bliss, my friend."
"Maybe to the Red and Gold's, for the last time Hermione is my friend and that's all she'll ever be."
"Good to know." Came the sardonic response from the bed.
"Hey, you up?"
"Seems like." She got up from the bed, re-did her tousled hair, straightened out her clothes and beamed at Blaise. "You must be Ian, nice to meet you." She said nodding at the average looking boy.
Half an hour later Hermione found herself in the Gryffindor Tower talking to Ginny.
"So how's Slytherin treating you? I saw that little display at breakfast, trouble in paradise, amigo?" Ginny's ruby and gold streaks fell in front of her right eye which made a nice contrast with her pale skin but clashed with the colours of the common room.
"Just Malfoy."
"Ah, so the Slytherin Prince and Beauty are fighting, too bad you can't put the love and passion into the bedroom."
"Ginerva! Bite that tongue of yours. I may loathe Dra-Malfoy but I would never in this lifetime love him!"
"On the subject of love, my darling brother Ronniekins has a little crush."
"Pray tell the whereabouts that you got this information?"
"Let's just say A-Boy-With-A-Scar."
"Ah. Well I bet it's either Hannah Abbot or Lavender Brown… maybe Parvati."
"First off: a Hufflepuff! Second: They would make a good couple with the same amount of brain cells, but still no. And thirdly: Nah!"
"Well if Ron wanted me to know he'd tell me himself."
"How could he, you've been all over Blaise to hang out with us." Murmured Ginny.
"Ginny, that is the second most selfish thing I've ever heard! Blaise is just friends; yes a very good friend but nothing more! I spent time with you today and at hogsmeade and you're saying I have no time for you, do you even realize how long it takes me to reach the Gryffindor Towers? Come to think of it I don't see you racing down to the Dungeons to see me!"
Draco took the stone steps two at a time running his fingers on the cobbled wall; he pushed his solid oak door open with such force someone could expect the Killing curse had been bestowed upon it.
"Hey Dray, you have like a whole bundle of letters here, a white bred eagle dropped them off." Said Christian, who was frankly used to the constant mood swings.
He picked up the top letter which was addressed to him in sharp letters, which had the Malfoy Family emblem on it.
Draco-
I will need you to hand these invitations out to the stated families, please do not take your time about it either.These are for the Halloween ball on 24th October, promise me you will not throw the Bullstrode family invitation away – again. I've left three spare envelopes for you. The list of guests is on the following sheet of paper.
-Mother
Invitations
Abbot Family - Hufflepuff
Andria Family - Ravenclaw
Blackendale Family - Slytherin
Boot Family – Hufflepuff
Bullstrode Family – Slytherin
Crabbe Family -Slytherin
Francis Family - Slytherin
Goyle Family- Slytherin
MacLean Family- Ravenclaw
Macmillan Family- Hufflepuff
Matthews Family- Slytherin
Nott Family- Slytherin
Parkinson Family- Slytherin
Patel Family- Ravenclaw/Gryffindor
Rankin Family- Slytherin
Ronaldo Family- Slytherin
Snape Family- Slytherin
Zabini Family Slytherin
A total of 12 Slytherins, 3 Hufflepuffs, 3 Ravenclaws and technically one Gryffindor. Oh how Draco just loved Halloween balls! With his mothers endless 'Oh Draco wouldn't (insert name here) make a brilliant wife?' and 'Oh darling, on second thoughts her dancing technique is ALL wrong, I mean which lady starts with moving her left move back first?'
The usual eightteen Hogwarts students would excuse themselves form the party around 10:30 to go have another teen party upside in Draco's den.
"Millicent, please refrain from moving your skirt any higher!" He passed the girl her invite at breakfast on the Monday morning.
"Thank you Drakie!" Never hit a woman… maybe if he made a polyjuice potion and morphed into a girl he could slap her? Nah, that requires time and dedication, for Draco anything that involved Millicent and him lacked in those categories.
"Rankin, Parkinson." He handed each person their letter. "Ronaldo and Zabini."
"Ah the Great Malfoy Christmas Ball, my parents gather this as a sign of good fortune, they were never invited to these until I made it as a Slytherin." Explained Alisha to Hermione.
Hermione's face gave off an esoteric vibe, while her mind swarmed with questions of the whereabouts of her invite. Did he really hate her that much?
"Don't give me that look, Snape, you know that your uncle was always invited to these but never came because of you."
"Well I'm so sorry that I mean more to my Uncle than you."
"Jesus, Hermione! I said one thing to you at breakfast, only one! If you look back you'd see that I wasn't making up! So get your head out of your arse!" he flung the pile of invites on the wooden common room table and walked, still with suave up the steps to his room.
She didn't know what to do. As cliché as it sounds her head told her to forget but her heart told her to follow. She chose her heart.
She found him sitting at his desk sulking, she entered loudly waiting for him to notice her presence but he kept his eyes glued the tiny crystal dragon which he held in his right hand.
"Malfoy?"
"What?"
"Look, I'm sorry, I over-reacted, I shouldn't have-"
"Yeah, you're right. You shouldn't have, Snape. But you always do! Even when we weren't friends or acquaintances you'd be like this."
"Like what?" Draco finally raised his eyes to meet hers and got up out of his chair pushing it back in the process.
"Always needing an explanation for everything! Yes you're even more beautiful but you're still the same ol' Granger." Somewhere in his answer, he had gotten hold of Hermione's shoulders gently.
"Malfoy?" she said softly. He was breathing hard, ragged breaths, caused by his outburst.
"What?"
"Shut up." She grabbed him by the collar and dragged his lips down to hers, his eyes closed at the sensation. He ran his tongue tensely down her soft lips demanding entrance, she pulled away to push him down on the bed behind him and straddled his hips before returning her mouth to his.
"Snape… Hermione…" She ran her tongue down his jaw and bit softly on the skin where his adams apple was then tranced it when he swallowed. She felt his knees buck and his hardness dig into her lower thigh. He was drowning in her, he couldn't take the torture anymore and switched their places. He nuzzled her neck, planting wet kisses down the side and sucking the sensitive skin. She grabbed his blond hair in her fingers, urging him to continue. His hands found the exposed skin at the end of her school shirt and travelled the length upwards.
"Merlin! Malfoy… We. Have. To. Get. To. Class." Hermione said trying to regain her breath.
"You're right, but I definitely think that was 1-1."
"Oh... yeah."
Hermione walked into the Transfiguration room and looked around the tables. There were a few spare seats, one next to Theodore Nott, Ron – who was giving her not-so-nice looks, he must have heard about her and Ginny's 'tiff', and lastly Pansy.
"Hi Pansy." She said as she pulled out the chair next to the brown haired hair.
"Hey Snape, How you keeping?"
"Not bad actually, I mean except our room looks like the inside of Millicent's brain."
"It would have to be empty..."
"…Unlike her lingerie draw."
Pansy pushed her blondish brown hair out of her emerald eyes and laughed.
"Merlin Snape, If somebody had told me a few years back that you'd be a Slytherin and related to Severus Snape, oh and you and I would be finished off each others sentences I would have married the ginger Weasel over there."
The lesson wasn't so bad, Pansy proved to be extremely good at transfiguration. They had decided to spend their evening doing the three foot essay together.
"So how's things at the Parkinson Estate?"
"Shit, Mum's thinking about my betrothal already."
"Betrothal?"
"For the smartest witch since What's-her-face Ravenclaw herself, you are pretty dim."
"What I meant to have said was that you're a bit young for marriage."
"Yeah, but the betrothals are chosen from birth, Alisha and Zabini are one example of a good match. Draco and Millicent are a bad one."
"Who's your… um."
"Fiancée? Ah that would be the delightful Theodore Nott, you'll probably get Crabbe or Goyle."
"No way in Azkaban am I getting married to a mountain of Lard like either of those two!"
"Yeah, I see what you're saying" Pansy dropped her quill into the ink pot and leaned back in her chair. "How many feet did you do?"
"6 ½"
"I did around 5; if we combine ours we've done the extra credit." Hermione nodded and said a simple spell which transferred information from one sheet onto the other, if the information was already on there it would ricochet onto the walls then combust into time little atoms. Useful yet fun.
"I suggest we go downstairs and piss Millicent of so damn much that she'll probably date a Gryffindor just it be kicked out of Slytherin."
Hermione went to grab her sweater when there was a soft tapping at the window.
Dearest Miss Snape,
Sorry to be such a nuisance but the models for the Halloween collection have fallen ill with Flew Flu, they were Floo-ing over but the connection was rather... damaged. Could you and your date the young Malfoy Heir be here for a photo shoot on Saturday 8 a.m. as I have both your measurements. Please send me your response.
Castelli
Today was Tuesday so she'd ask Malfoy about it in the morning. Her and Pansy dashed down the stairs to see familiar faces greet them.
"You both in for a little game of 'I never'?" asked Christian.
"What's that?"
"Oh Merlin! Snape has never played 'I Never'! You obviously don't have a life."
"Um Millie Darling, Have you forgotten that I spent three years in Italy, where we usually speak ITALIAN?"
Christian grinned as the Bull shrunk back under the rock it slithered out from (no pun intended). "Well anyway, we all sit in a circle and then go around each of us saying something we've never done, then the people who have, take a sip form the fire whiskey bottle, in the middle, so you in?"
Hermione looked across to pansy and they both nodded. "We're in."
There was Hermione, Pansy, Blaise, Christian, Millicent, Draco, Ian, another girl called Scarlet Barcalow, Alisha and Goyle. They were all sitting in that order.
"Who wants to go first?" Ian raised his hand in acceptance.
"I've never… played 'I never'" Everyone except Hermione and Scarlet took a sip.
"I've never fancied a professor." Millicent, Alisha and Ian took a sip. Hermione caught Alisha's eye and grinned cheekily.
"I've never… made out with a guy… or girl on a bed before." This time Hermione, Draco, Pansy, Millicent and Blaise all gulped down a fairly large amount.
"I never 'ad diet food." Goyle said dumping crisps into his mouth.
"Why doesn't that surprise me?" Millicent said rolling her eyes in a cruel manner.
"Don't be a bitch, bullstrode." Draco said, actually speaking up for the first time. The truth is, he had been watching Hermione flirtatiously talk with Christian and Blaise during the game. Millicent made one of those not-so-posh-because-she'd-used-it 'Humph' sounds. The other silently thanked Draco for being there, seeing as he's the only one who could actually shut Millicent up. Back in the game all the girls took a sip, the guys just told them that they've always been stick thin.
Now was Hermione's turn. "Hm… I don't think I've ever been on a broom for longer than 5 minutes." Everyone reached into the centre for the bottle.
"Ah, would you look at the time, I think I heard my owl call me." Millicent said obviously bored. She got up from the floor and left to go upstairs (but into the boys dorms).
"Now that she's gone we can actually play. Well I've never had sex." Pansy confessed. Draco, Hermione, Blaise and Christian took it in turns to taste the burning liquid.
"I've never been so in lust with somebody that each time I'm near them I want to drag them up to my room and do… well you know." Everyone stared at… well everyone finally Draco met Hermione's eyes across the circle and took the bottle to his lips slowly, never breaking eye contact with her. Blaise inwardly grinned knowingly.
"I've never met anybody who's perfect in everyway." Draco, Alisha, Blaise, Pansy, Ian and Hermione all took sips.
"Obviously you've never met Miya."
"I've never been in love." Said the voice of Draco Malfoy.
Hermione and Alisha were the only ones to drink from the sour tasting drink in the bottle.
After Hermione had finished her daily morning ritual is set out across the long field to Hagrid's hut for Care for magical Creatures. There was only six Slytherins in this class: Herself, Millicent, Draco, Christian, Scarlet and David (one of the boys who shares Draco and Blaise's dorm). She trudged down the muddy field, drops of acidic rain annoying the hell out of her.
"I think Miya's a bit wet." Christian stated. She gave the other slytherins an exasperated growl and looked around for shelter.
"You know we should really get a classroom for this class! I mean I'm freezing, wet – don't say a word Malfoy, and feel like mess."
Draco smirked at Hermione and rolled his eyes, he then stood up and felt around in his robes, he presented his wand and transfigured a rock into an umbrella.
"Here." He said handing her the transfigured rock.
"Thanks." She said finding it very hard to use her face muscles to give him a smile. David opened his mouth to say something but a large booming voice stopped him.
"'Kay everyone, Gather 'round." They all (by all meaning the six Slytherins, five Gryffindors, four Hufflepuff and another five Ravenclaw) gathered round Hagrid to see what they'd be studying. "this trimester we'll be studying 'Muggle Creatures' can anybody tell me what this is?"
Hermione, Harry and a few halfbloods of muggles put their hands up.
"Yeah 'Mione?"
"Horse, or in it's plural form Horses are a four legged vertebrate animal which is usually nowadays used for leisure, especially for young children, however in medieval muggle times it was used for a main use of transport."
"Thank you 'Mione, five point ta Slytherin." Hagrid trailed off talking about different types of horses and the best type which they're using today. "I need ya to get inta group o' five 'n two at a time ride up ta the entrance 'all 'n back, one of you's will get a second go, dependin' on experience, maybe at the end we could 'ave a race."
As usual all the houses would try and stay together.
Hermione grabbed Scarlet's hand and pulled her towards Christian, Draco and David. "Sorry Millie darling, this group's full."
Millcent stalked off to a group of hufflepuffs.
"Who can actually ride one of those things?" David asked. Both Hermione and Draco raised their hands. "Ok so if Hermione goes with Scarlet and Christian, I'll go with Dray."
"Yeah sure, Scarlet did you watch how Hagrid told you to get on them?" She nodded and got on the horse with little trouble.
After Hermione and Draco had finished helping their group they all settled down on the rocks near Hagrid.
"I want ya in groups ta choose the two best riders to go in the race together on one horse, the two who wins the first race will then both get their own 'orse 'n race against each other, Understand? Good."
"I think Hermione should race." Christian said speaking up, and shooting Hermione a grin.
"Yeah same, and Draco, they're both excellent riders, we should win easily."
The chosen two both nodded and got onto the horse, Draco at the front and Hermione at the back. "You know we're going to win."
She looked to the left and saw who her opponents were.
Ravenclaw – Padma Patil and a brown haired scared looking boy.
Hufflepuff – Hannah Abbott and Justin whatever his surname is.
Gryffindor – Seamus Finnegan and Harry you know who.
"I think you may be right."
He could feel her pressed right up against him and an evil plan sprung to mind.
"What do you say to a wager?" he whispered huskily in her ear
"What are the terms?"
"Well if I win the second round you have to sit next to me during breakfast, lunch, dinner, in lessons and spend time whenever I want you to with me."
"And if I win?"
"I'll embarrass Millicent to hell and back, kiss her however many times you wish, make the weaselette's life hell and fail one of my potions tests." Hermione couldn't resist stealing Malfoy's famous smirk.
"Deal." She stuck her hand out. Neither did know that the other had been riding since they were young.
"Nope, seal with a kiss."
She muttered a 'fine' and he leant down and placed a soft kiss at the corner of her mouth, he licked her bottom lip and when she opened it expectantly he pulled away with all his self control.
"Now, now, we wouldn't want to get carried away in class would we?"
All the horses made their way to an invisible line where the race would take place.
"I want this ta be fair, so no slytherin business."
"Hagrid!"
"Sorry 'Mione, anyway, on the count of three… one, two, three!"
Malfoy hit his legs against the sides of the white horse, increasing the speed, the wind rushed through his now tousled hair giving him a mysterious yet concentrated look. Hermione pressed herself against Malfoy even more, if that were possible, her hands tightened around his waist, she looked to the left and saw no horses in front of them, then looked to the right to see Seamus and Harry.
"Come on Malfoy! Harry and Seamus are gaining!"
The blonde haired boy muttered something along the lines of 'No way am I letting the gryffindorks beat me.'
Before she knew it, the horse was travelling the opposite direction towards the finishing line. Adrenaline pumped through her veins as she got off the horse. Christian through his arms around her and congratulated her like she had become Head Girl.
"You did good Malfoy, May the best Slytherin win." This time she stuck out her hand, he took it this time and raised it to his lips and gave it a butterfly kiss and winked.
"Oh I'm pretty sure I will."
"Well done Mione! Fifty points to Slytherin, and 25 to Gryffindor!"
"Hagrid, they didn't win! If Slytherin had come in second you wouldn't have given us points!"
"What the hell is wrong with you Hermione? What's wrong with Gryffindor getting points?" Ron asked
"The same thing that you find wrong when Slytherins get points! You complain so damn much about how my Uncle was unfair, when in reality all the professors are unfair towards us! By the way Ron, if you haven't notice: I'm not in Gryffindor, so why would I want it to get points!"
"'Mione would you please just get on yer 'orse before I take points away."
When she got to the horse, Draco pushed her up by her hips and let her get on.
"Thanks Malfoy." This action did not go unseen by any of the Gryffindors, in fact each boy was steaming at the fact.
Malfoy mounted the other horse and steered it so it was level with Hermione's.
"Three… Two … One!"
Both horses took off at the speed nobody knew existed; the riders were both hoping to beat the other mainly for proving each other wrong, oh and the bet. Hermione commanded her horse to 'canter' but it had reached its speed limit. Each metre that passed Draco would make his horse ride a tiny bit more to the left where Hermione and the white horse were neck to neck with him and his companion, She understood his game now, he was pushing her into the forbidden forest, into the trees so she'd either have to slow down, or go faster (which she couldn't), there was a broken branch ahead, which meant she'd have to slow down and jump, basically he'd beat her to the entrance hall, but hopefully he wouldn't beat her back to the hut. She'd reached the school probably six seconds after the slimy Slytherin, she could do this, and honest she'd beat him. It seemed to Hermione that De-Nile isn't just a river…
He had won.
He had won the race and the wager.
He had actually beat Hermione Snape.
That should be illegal.
"Good race Snape." He winked.
"That was brilliant Hermione, 15 points each to Slytherin." Seventy points in one lesson? She could live with that.
But losing to Draco Malfoy? Oh Merlin, please help her!
AN: Sorry sorry sorry and Sorry for the impossibly long revolting wait! Grrrr exam are awful! Especially Science modular exams at the start of year 10 (if you're not british and don't understand take no notice). Well this month's updates are going to be a bit sparse mainly because on friday I'm off to italy with my school for a week of scary skiing! Then after that the whole time I shall be in my little ol' study revising and watching Football (grr or "soccer"). For any footie fans I support the bestest Manchester United! Woot! And am in love with Ronaldo. Lol. That's enough from moi!
Over and Out!
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