Draco Malfoy ran his fingers through his hair to check all the roots.
He had just got his weekly bleach done and wanted to make sure the stylist
hadn't missed any spots.
"Why don't you just do it magically, son?" Lucius Malfoy looked on his vain son with pride.
"Because, then, father, it could be detected and it isn't the same color." Draco was pleased, for now.
"Same color as what, son?" Lucius drawled smoothly.
"Yours." Draco said almost inaudibly. Lucius smiled and left his son's room satisfied. The younger Malfoy finally looked away from the full- length mirror and made sure he was fully packed for Hogwarts. When he decided that everything was in his trunk neatly, he slept fitfully and dreamt of a muggle by the name of Marilyn Monroe.
When Draco woke up the next morning, he shook the sexy dream from his head. 'Time for a cold shower.' He thought to himself, only half-ashamed that he dreamt of a muggle beauty almost every night. 'If only father knew. Good thing he can't read my thoughts.' Draco smiled as he admired himself, wet and fresh from the shower.
"Young Master Malfoy, sir, its time for breakfast." A small female house elf informed him as he walked out of his bathroom with a pair of black Dickies on. The small house elf looked at the floor after gasping at the sight of her half naked master.
"Thank you, Weetzie." He smirked as she ran from the room. He walked over to his closet and scanned through all of his shirts. A gray sweater caught his eye and he slipped it over his toned figure before putting on black robes.
His mother and father greeted him coldly at the table in the dining room. He took his usual seat across from his mother and began to pour syrup on his French toast.
"Draco, darling, are you all pack for school? The limo will be ready in an hour for you." Narcissa asked politely, not looking at her son.
"Oh, yes, mother. I packed yesterday just to be prepared." Draco smiled fakely. She nodded and her father seemed oblivious to the conversation. He was reading The Daily Prophet and shaking his head occasionally.
"Anything interesting, father?" Draco broke the silence.
"No, just the usual about how wonderful Harry Potter is." Lucius growled maliciously.
"Saint fucking Potter." Draco said low enough that his parents didn't hear him. He finished breakfast in a foul mood and stomped up to his room where a few of the larger house elves were carrying his luggage to the limo that would take him to the train. His father waited for him at the foot of the stairs and walked him to the limo.
"I'm sorry I cant accompany you this year, son." Lucius faked sympathy.
"I know, father. It's all right I know my way around well enough, it has been seven years after all." They both chuckled emptily at Draco's small joke.
"Goodbye, have a good year darling." His mother waved from the balcony on the second floor of the manor.
"We are going to have to leave you at school for the holidays, son." Draco started to protest but Lucius held up a hand. "No questions son, you know that." His father shut the door and the driver nodded and hit the gas petal.
When they arrived, the driver put Draco's things on a trolley and bowed to him before leaving. The blonde snarled at all the muggles, and then remembered Marilyn. 'Such beauty.' He thought wistfully to himself. The way between the Muggle and Wizard world posed no problem and he gracefully paced through the barrier to Platform 9 ¾. Without a look around he began to move forward and ran right into someone. A girl.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, you have to excuse me." Who was she? She was absolutely ravishing and he hadn't even seen her face.
"It's quite all right, I wasn't paying attention." She said to him. Draco smirked until she looked up at him.
"Granger!" He almost yelled in surprise.
"Malfoy!" Hermione gaped at him. "You were polite! Where the hell did that come from?" She smiled gleefully.
"You're hot! Where did THAT come from?" He asked quickly, before thinking.
"I'm what?" She laughed at his comment. "You think I'm hot?" She asked the beautiful blonde in front of her.
"Nothing, Granger. Move out of my way." He began to move past her after pushing his trolley toward a nearby second year that gladly accepted it and loaded it onto the train.
"The name's Hermione." She said before he went out of earshot. He felt a small tug at his stomach but ignored it.
Hermione smiled as she entered the compartment that contained her two best friends. This was the first time she had seen them all summer. She had always found Harry slightly attractive because of the way his hair fell messily into his face and his glasses magnified his green eyes. His shirts barely hugged his body that was fit from Quidditch and his arse protruded only slightly from his slim back.
With Ron, however, this was not always the case. He used to be gangly with limbs he needed to grow into and hair too big for his head. The summer treated him nicely it seemed. He grew a good four inches and his limbs no longer seemed too long for him. His hair now lay flat, falling to just under his eyebrows and to the base of his neck.
"Hermione!" Ron and Harry both stood up to greet her. She wrapped her arms around them each in turn and they rubbed her back lovingly. "You look amazing!" Ron said, smiling.
"You're not looking too bad yourself, Weasley." She teased him and shuffled his hair with her hand before sitting next to him. "How was summer for you guys?"
This conversation got very heated from discussion of Quidditch played in The Burrow's backyard and muggle girls they had noticed in town. The sweets cart came and went twice, both times stopping at the compartment to unload multitudes of chocolate frogs and various candies. Hermione smiled to herself at how Harry and Ron argued over Quidditch tactics but still had time to cast a few glances at Hermione's figure, which had developed quite nicely over the summer. 'Thank God for yoga.' She thought, inwardly pleased that her friends found her attractive.
They were rudely interrupted and jolted out of their thoughts but an all too familiar drawl.
"If it isn't Wonderboy, the Weasel, and Miss Hermione Granger herself." She took note of the fact that he had used her first name.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" Ron asked, rudely.
"Now, now Weasley, don't get your panties in a bunch. I have good reason to be here. Dumbledore's just sent owls to the Head Boy and Girl, he decided late this year because he was on vacation in Hawaii. I was instructed to give Hermione this." He handed her a thick envelope and their hands briefly touched, sending jolts through both their bodies. He smirked at Hermione and shut the compartment door as he left.
"Oh, good. I was worried I wouldn't be Head Girl, but I am." She held up her badge. "Oh, it says I have to report to the Head Compartment. I'll try not to be long." She stood up and waved goodbye before shutting the door.
The train was shaky, but Hermione was used to the feeling after having ridden it for seven years running. She arrived at the designated compartment after about five minutes of walking to find Draco sitting in it.
"Oh, shit." Hermione realized something. "We have to share a common room don't we?"
"Oh, yes. Please sit Hermione, we need to discuss the listed issues." Draco motioned for her to sit across from him. When she became comfortable, she removed a sheet of parchment from the envelope and followed along as Draco read them. "The Heads will plan the Halloween Ball open to fifth year and above along with the Valentine Ball open to sixth year and above."
"Oh, good. I was hoping I could do this." Hermione smiled at Draco, whose lips curved ever so slightly before returning to their usual flat state. "So what do you think?" She asked.
"Well, for Halloween how about doing something like 'Famous Couples' or 'Movie Stars'?" Draco suggested. Hermione was surprised at the fact that he was being so pleasant.
"I'd go with 'Movie Stars' because 'Famous Couples' would be pressure to find a date." Draco nodded his consent as she continued. "And for Valentines what about just doing a color theme like red, pink, and," She paused. "Well, what's a good Valentine color for a boy?"
"Black. Boys won't really wear much else and not much goes with red and pink. I wonder why that ball is only sixth year and up?"
"I bet it's because it's more romantic than Halloween and the faculty is afraid anyone below sixth year isn't quite mature enough for that." She said absentmindedly. "Although some sixth year and seventh year boys still aren't mature enough." She giggled.
"Like Potter and the Weasel?" He asked, curiously. She looked at him seriously.
"Could you at least call Ron by his proper last name?" She ordered him.
"I can try." One corner of his mouth lifted in amusement.
"Thank you." Hermione nodded her head slowly. "Well, I had best be off." She began to stand up. Draco caught her wrist before she could pull herself all the way up.
"You don't have to go.if you don't want to, that is." He removed his hand quickly, after realizing what he had done.
"Why are you being nice?" She asked as she sat back down. "This change is way too sudden not to be suspicious."
"I don't know, I got tired of pretending, I guess." He shrugged his shoulders unimportantly.
"Pretending?" She asked, pushing him on.
"I'm not going to tell you anything, Hermione. We aren't friends after all, we're just being civil." He said as he pulled a book from his robes.
"For now." Hermione said. She smiled at him and left the compartment to go back to Harry and Ron.
"Why don't you just do it magically, son?" Lucius Malfoy looked on his vain son with pride.
"Because, then, father, it could be detected and it isn't the same color." Draco was pleased, for now.
"Same color as what, son?" Lucius drawled smoothly.
"Yours." Draco said almost inaudibly. Lucius smiled and left his son's room satisfied. The younger Malfoy finally looked away from the full- length mirror and made sure he was fully packed for Hogwarts. When he decided that everything was in his trunk neatly, he slept fitfully and dreamt of a muggle by the name of Marilyn Monroe.
When Draco woke up the next morning, he shook the sexy dream from his head. 'Time for a cold shower.' He thought to himself, only half-ashamed that he dreamt of a muggle beauty almost every night. 'If only father knew. Good thing he can't read my thoughts.' Draco smiled as he admired himself, wet and fresh from the shower.
"Young Master Malfoy, sir, its time for breakfast." A small female house elf informed him as he walked out of his bathroom with a pair of black Dickies on. The small house elf looked at the floor after gasping at the sight of her half naked master.
"Thank you, Weetzie." He smirked as she ran from the room. He walked over to his closet and scanned through all of his shirts. A gray sweater caught his eye and he slipped it over his toned figure before putting on black robes.
His mother and father greeted him coldly at the table in the dining room. He took his usual seat across from his mother and began to pour syrup on his French toast.
"Draco, darling, are you all pack for school? The limo will be ready in an hour for you." Narcissa asked politely, not looking at her son.
"Oh, yes, mother. I packed yesterday just to be prepared." Draco smiled fakely. She nodded and her father seemed oblivious to the conversation. He was reading The Daily Prophet and shaking his head occasionally.
"Anything interesting, father?" Draco broke the silence.
"No, just the usual about how wonderful Harry Potter is." Lucius growled maliciously.
"Saint fucking Potter." Draco said low enough that his parents didn't hear him. He finished breakfast in a foul mood and stomped up to his room where a few of the larger house elves were carrying his luggage to the limo that would take him to the train. His father waited for him at the foot of the stairs and walked him to the limo.
"I'm sorry I cant accompany you this year, son." Lucius faked sympathy.
"I know, father. It's all right I know my way around well enough, it has been seven years after all." They both chuckled emptily at Draco's small joke.
"Goodbye, have a good year darling." His mother waved from the balcony on the second floor of the manor.
"We are going to have to leave you at school for the holidays, son." Draco started to protest but Lucius held up a hand. "No questions son, you know that." His father shut the door and the driver nodded and hit the gas petal.
When they arrived, the driver put Draco's things on a trolley and bowed to him before leaving. The blonde snarled at all the muggles, and then remembered Marilyn. 'Such beauty.' He thought wistfully to himself. The way between the Muggle and Wizard world posed no problem and he gracefully paced through the barrier to Platform 9 ¾. Without a look around he began to move forward and ran right into someone. A girl.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, you have to excuse me." Who was she? She was absolutely ravishing and he hadn't even seen her face.
"It's quite all right, I wasn't paying attention." She said to him. Draco smirked until she looked up at him.
"Granger!" He almost yelled in surprise.
"Malfoy!" Hermione gaped at him. "You were polite! Where the hell did that come from?" She smiled gleefully.
"You're hot! Where did THAT come from?" He asked quickly, before thinking.
"I'm what?" She laughed at his comment. "You think I'm hot?" She asked the beautiful blonde in front of her.
"Nothing, Granger. Move out of my way." He began to move past her after pushing his trolley toward a nearby second year that gladly accepted it and loaded it onto the train.
"The name's Hermione." She said before he went out of earshot. He felt a small tug at his stomach but ignored it.
Hermione smiled as she entered the compartment that contained her two best friends. This was the first time she had seen them all summer. She had always found Harry slightly attractive because of the way his hair fell messily into his face and his glasses magnified his green eyes. His shirts barely hugged his body that was fit from Quidditch and his arse protruded only slightly from his slim back.
With Ron, however, this was not always the case. He used to be gangly with limbs he needed to grow into and hair too big for his head. The summer treated him nicely it seemed. He grew a good four inches and his limbs no longer seemed too long for him. His hair now lay flat, falling to just under his eyebrows and to the base of his neck.
"Hermione!" Ron and Harry both stood up to greet her. She wrapped her arms around them each in turn and they rubbed her back lovingly. "You look amazing!" Ron said, smiling.
"You're not looking too bad yourself, Weasley." She teased him and shuffled his hair with her hand before sitting next to him. "How was summer for you guys?"
This conversation got very heated from discussion of Quidditch played in The Burrow's backyard and muggle girls they had noticed in town. The sweets cart came and went twice, both times stopping at the compartment to unload multitudes of chocolate frogs and various candies. Hermione smiled to herself at how Harry and Ron argued over Quidditch tactics but still had time to cast a few glances at Hermione's figure, which had developed quite nicely over the summer. 'Thank God for yoga.' She thought, inwardly pleased that her friends found her attractive.
They were rudely interrupted and jolted out of their thoughts but an all too familiar drawl.
"If it isn't Wonderboy, the Weasel, and Miss Hermione Granger herself." She took note of the fact that he had used her first name.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" Ron asked, rudely.
"Now, now Weasley, don't get your panties in a bunch. I have good reason to be here. Dumbledore's just sent owls to the Head Boy and Girl, he decided late this year because he was on vacation in Hawaii. I was instructed to give Hermione this." He handed her a thick envelope and their hands briefly touched, sending jolts through both their bodies. He smirked at Hermione and shut the compartment door as he left.
"Oh, good. I was worried I wouldn't be Head Girl, but I am." She held up her badge. "Oh, it says I have to report to the Head Compartment. I'll try not to be long." She stood up and waved goodbye before shutting the door.
The train was shaky, but Hermione was used to the feeling after having ridden it for seven years running. She arrived at the designated compartment after about five minutes of walking to find Draco sitting in it.
"Oh, shit." Hermione realized something. "We have to share a common room don't we?"
"Oh, yes. Please sit Hermione, we need to discuss the listed issues." Draco motioned for her to sit across from him. When she became comfortable, she removed a sheet of parchment from the envelope and followed along as Draco read them. "The Heads will plan the Halloween Ball open to fifth year and above along with the Valentine Ball open to sixth year and above."
"Oh, good. I was hoping I could do this." Hermione smiled at Draco, whose lips curved ever so slightly before returning to their usual flat state. "So what do you think?" She asked.
"Well, for Halloween how about doing something like 'Famous Couples' or 'Movie Stars'?" Draco suggested. Hermione was surprised at the fact that he was being so pleasant.
"I'd go with 'Movie Stars' because 'Famous Couples' would be pressure to find a date." Draco nodded his consent as she continued. "And for Valentines what about just doing a color theme like red, pink, and," She paused. "Well, what's a good Valentine color for a boy?"
"Black. Boys won't really wear much else and not much goes with red and pink. I wonder why that ball is only sixth year and up?"
"I bet it's because it's more romantic than Halloween and the faculty is afraid anyone below sixth year isn't quite mature enough for that." She said absentmindedly. "Although some sixth year and seventh year boys still aren't mature enough." She giggled.
"Like Potter and the Weasel?" He asked, curiously. She looked at him seriously.
"Could you at least call Ron by his proper last name?" She ordered him.
"I can try." One corner of his mouth lifted in amusement.
"Thank you." Hermione nodded her head slowly. "Well, I had best be off." She began to stand up. Draco caught her wrist before she could pull herself all the way up.
"You don't have to go.if you don't want to, that is." He removed his hand quickly, after realizing what he had done.
"Why are you being nice?" She asked as she sat back down. "This change is way too sudden not to be suspicious."
"I don't know, I got tired of pretending, I guess." He shrugged his shoulders unimportantly.
"Pretending?" She asked, pushing him on.
"I'm not going to tell you anything, Hermione. We aren't friends after all, we're just being civil." He said as he pulled a book from his robes.
"For now." Hermione said. She smiled at him and left the compartment to go back to Harry and Ron.