Hermione Granger walked down the length of the train slowly, because
she couldn't think of a reason to rush, really. She twirled her hair
between her fingers as she walked and spoke occasionally when someone
addressed her.
"Hello, Hermione." she turned to see who the speaker was, it was Seamus Finnegan. "How was your summer?" his Irish lilt always pleased her.
"It was all right, Seamus, and yours?" she asked to be polite. He smiled and told her shortly about his summer, which he spent mostly playing Quidditch with his brothers in an all-wizard community in Scotland. "That sounds amazing. I'd love to hear more sometime, but I've got to get back to Ron and Harry." She smiled at him and waved goodbye before entering the compartment with Ron and Harry.
"Hey, it took you long enough." Ron teased her. "Malfoy didn't bother you too much, did he?"
"No, we were actually civil. We had to plan a few things together and well be working together a lot, so I guess we decided to bury the hatchet." Hermione shrugged and bit into a chocolate frog.
"Well, that rule doesn't extend to us does it?" Ron looked anxious.
"I was hoping it would. You two are my best friends, and I thought maybe the three of you could be a bit nicer to each other? For me?" She gave them the best puppy dog look she could.
"Not the eyes!" They exclaimed together. Hermione laughed at her friends and shook her head.
The trains ride continued without further incident and Hermione found herself sandwiched between Ron and Seamus. Harry was across from her making faces in her general direction. She kept saying things along the lines of 'Oh, stop it' or 'Harry, do you look at yourself when you make that face?'
"May I have your attention, please?" the smooth voice of Professor Dumbledore could be heard from the faculty table. The room got quiet rather quickly. "Thank you. I have a few announcements to make. We will be having a Halloween Ball and a Valentine Ball. They will be themed, which our Head Boy and Girl will pick. Our new Heads are Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy." There was no great surprise here, as everyone knew from the train, and expected it anyway. Everyone clapped anyway because they were both well liked, even if it was by different crowds. "Also, we have a new Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher, Miss Adrienne Fry." Dumbledore motioned to a young woman sitting next to Professor Snape. She smiled sheepishly and a blush crept up her face. Everyone applauded for her, especially the boys. "That is all, please, enjoy your meal." Dumbledore smiled kindly and took his seat.
Hermione watched the golden platters around her empty and felt extremely full. All she had had to eat that day was chocolate frogs and once she looked at the food at the start of the meal, she realized how hungry she was and ate like there was no tomorrow. Harry and Ron walked her to her new, half-private common room and dormitory.
"Well be here tomorrow before classes, to escort you." Ron smiled at her and bowed fancily. Harry laughed and pushed Ron down the corridor. Hermione shook her head and told the portrait the password and stepped inside.
"Good evening, Hermione." Draco was sitting at a table with a book in front of him. Hermione smiled at him.
"What are you reading?" She asked as she sat across from him.
"A biography." He held it up to her, hoping she didn't recognize the muggle on the front. Hermione looked at the blonde on the front cover and smiled.
"That's Marilyn Monroe. She's a muggle." Hermione stated.
"Yes, I realize that. My parents were away this summer, and I traveled a bit, in the muggle world. I guess it wasn't as bad as I thought it was." Draco shut his book and looked up at her. Hermione's mouth dropped open in surprise.
"Well, what did you do in the muggle world?" She asked him.
"What did I tell you on the bus, Granger? We aren't friends."
"We'll how are we to become friends if you don't talk to me?" Hermione slapped her hand on the table. "And my name is Hermione, damnit!"
"Who said I want to be your friend in the first place?" Draco asked her forcefully.
"Well, you should!" Hermione stood up and looked down at him.
"Should I?" Draco laughed. "Why is that?" Hermione exhaled loudly.
"I'm going to bed. By the way it's because I'm pretty." She stormed off leaving a smiling young man in her wake.
Draco woke up in his lavishly decorated room due to the sunlight crashing through the window.
"Gorgeous." He whispered, almost afraid to disturb the room. The walls were the perfect shade of green, and all the furnishings were dark wood. His four-poster bed was dressed with green, silver, and black, it was all goose down, so it was indescribably comfortable. He slipped out of this heaven and went into his adjoining bathroom, which he shared with the angel next door.
It just so happened that on this seemingly peaceful morning, the previously mentioned heavenly body was already awake and showering.
"Hello?" Hermione said nervously after Draco ran into the door.
"It's just me. Sorry to bother you but would you mind if I brushed my teeth while you were in there? I can't see anything." Draco asked. The nearly see-through walls of the shower were foggy with the steam from her hot shower.
"All right, as long as you promise you'll turn around when I get out." Hermione replied.
"Of course." Draco said. He examined the bathroom. It was decorated with black tile, and white walls. In fact, everything was black and white. The sink was white and the sink towels were black. The bath was black and the bath towels were white, it was all perfectly coordinated. He brushed his teeth and made himself presentable in the mirror before he drew himself a bath.
"I'm going to take a bath. No peeking as you get out of the shower." He teased.
"Oh, make yourself right at home, conceited." Hermione jabbed. A few minutes passed with back and forth banter before Draco heard the shower cut off. "Close your eyes. I'm coming out." He did as she instructed and heard her wet feet hit the ground. A few sloppy steps later, "Okay, I'm decent now."
"Is this what you call decent?" He opened his eyes to see her in a very small black silk robe that clung to her wet form in a few very convenient places. Her wet hair formed a sheet in front of her face as she dried off her long legs.
"I'd say it's more than decent, Mr. Bubble Bath." She giggled.
"Oh, you love them too. Don't lie." He smiled as she exited through the opposite door of his room. He could hear her softly singing a few muggle songs he had heard over vacation.
Hermione dressed herself in her plaid skirt, white oxford shirt, tie, white hose, and Mary Jane's to prepare for the day. She pulled half of her unruly hair back in a clip and let the rest stay down. After a few glops of hair gel, it fell in soft waves with some fly away strays that just wouldn't cooperate.
"Hermione!" She heard Draco calling her from their common room. "You have visitors!"
"Coming." She yelled back as she grabbed her overly large bag with books and various items. She bounded down the short hall and into the room where all the boys were standing uncomfortably waiting for her.
"Are you ready?" Harry's tie wasn't quite tied right, and Ron's shirt wasn't tucked in.
"Messypegs." She smiled and fixed her friends before saying goodbye to Draco and leaving for breakfast. "Mmm, smells like waffles. Oh, Belgian waffles!" Her pace quickened a bit until they found seats at the almost empty table.
They ate with small talk here and there until the mail came. A beautiful rust colored owl dropped a tulip in front of her, with a note attached.
It was addressed: 'To the beautiful Hermione Granger'
"Oh, it's from Remus!" She said excitedly. She opened it and pulled out the letter which smelled of vanilla, her favorite scent.
'dearest Hermione,
I know you don't like roses, so I chose something more unique. I hope it survived the journey. Sorry it seems so formal, some might even say, romantic, but I need to ask a favor. You are the only female close to me, so I call upon you. Would you be my date to a ball I must attend? I'm not sure what it's for, really. Some club or organization I'm involved with I assume. Hah! Well send you reply back with the enclosed envelope and paper.
With all my love,
Remus J.'
'Dearest Remus,
Of course I will attend with you! What is the dress? When? Send all information back ASAP! Sorry it's so short, but we'll see each other soon enough!
Most Gratefully yours,
Hermione'
"What was that?" Harry asked.
"Oh, Remus asked me to a ball he has to attend." Ron looked confused.
"But, he's so much older than you!"
"It's not like it's romantic. Oh, no." Hermione giggled a bit as she looked at the schedules just handed out to them.
"What do you have first Herms?" Harry asked.
"Arithmancy, you?"
"Divination." He sighed.
"Ah, I see. Well, since you two will sneak out early anyway, how about you come to the Arithmancy room and we can walk to potions together?" They nodded eagerly at her and went off in separate directions.
"Hello, Hermione." she turned to see who the speaker was, it was Seamus Finnegan. "How was your summer?" his Irish lilt always pleased her.
"It was all right, Seamus, and yours?" she asked to be polite. He smiled and told her shortly about his summer, which he spent mostly playing Quidditch with his brothers in an all-wizard community in Scotland. "That sounds amazing. I'd love to hear more sometime, but I've got to get back to Ron and Harry." She smiled at him and waved goodbye before entering the compartment with Ron and Harry.
"Hey, it took you long enough." Ron teased her. "Malfoy didn't bother you too much, did he?"
"No, we were actually civil. We had to plan a few things together and well be working together a lot, so I guess we decided to bury the hatchet." Hermione shrugged and bit into a chocolate frog.
"Well, that rule doesn't extend to us does it?" Ron looked anxious.
"I was hoping it would. You two are my best friends, and I thought maybe the three of you could be a bit nicer to each other? For me?" She gave them the best puppy dog look she could.
"Not the eyes!" They exclaimed together. Hermione laughed at her friends and shook her head.
The trains ride continued without further incident and Hermione found herself sandwiched between Ron and Seamus. Harry was across from her making faces in her general direction. She kept saying things along the lines of 'Oh, stop it' or 'Harry, do you look at yourself when you make that face?'
"May I have your attention, please?" the smooth voice of Professor Dumbledore could be heard from the faculty table. The room got quiet rather quickly. "Thank you. I have a few announcements to make. We will be having a Halloween Ball and a Valentine Ball. They will be themed, which our Head Boy and Girl will pick. Our new Heads are Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy." There was no great surprise here, as everyone knew from the train, and expected it anyway. Everyone clapped anyway because they were both well liked, even if it was by different crowds. "Also, we have a new Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher, Miss Adrienne Fry." Dumbledore motioned to a young woman sitting next to Professor Snape. She smiled sheepishly and a blush crept up her face. Everyone applauded for her, especially the boys. "That is all, please, enjoy your meal." Dumbledore smiled kindly and took his seat.
Hermione watched the golden platters around her empty and felt extremely full. All she had had to eat that day was chocolate frogs and once she looked at the food at the start of the meal, she realized how hungry she was and ate like there was no tomorrow. Harry and Ron walked her to her new, half-private common room and dormitory.
"Well be here tomorrow before classes, to escort you." Ron smiled at her and bowed fancily. Harry laughed and pushed Ron down the corridor. Hermione shook her head and told the portrait the password and stepped inside.
"Good evening, Hermione." Draco was sitting at a table with a book in front of him. Hermione smiled at him.
"What are you reading?" She asked as she sat across from him.
"A biography." He held it up to her, hoping she didn't recognize the muggle on the front. Hermione looked at the blonde on the front cover and smiled.
"That's Marilyn Monroe. She's a muggle." Hermione stated.
"Yes, I realize that. My parents were away this summer, and I traveled a bit, in the muggle world. I guess it wasn't as bad as I thought it was." Draco shut his book and looked up at her. Hermione's mouth dropped open in surprise.
"Well, what did you do in the muggle world?" She asked him.
"What did I tell you on the bus, Granger? We aren't friends."
"We'll how are we to become friends if you don't talk to me?" Hermione slapped her hand on the table. "And my name is Hermione, damnit!"
"Who said I want to be your friend in the first place?" Draco asked her forcefully.
"Well, you should!" Hermione stood up and looked down at him.
"Should I?" Draco laughed. "Why is that?" Hermione exhaled loudly.
"I'm going to bed. By the way it's because I'm pretty." She stormed off leaving a smiling young man in her wake.
Draco woke up in his lavishly decorated room due to the sunlight crashing through the window.
"Gorgeous." He whispered, almost afraid to disturb the room. The walls were the perfect shade of green, and all the furnishings were dark wood. His four-poster bed was dressed with green, silver, and black, it was all goose down, so it was indescribably comfortable. He slipped out of this heaven and went into his adjoining bathroom, which he shared with the angel next door.
It just so happened that on this seemingly peaceful morning, the previously mentioned heavenly body was already awake and showering.
"Hello?" Hermione said nervously after Draco ran into the door.
"It's just me. Sorry to bother you but would you mind if I brushed my teeth while you were in there? I can't see anything." Draco asked. The nearly see-through walls of the shower were foggy with the steam from her hot shower.
"All right, as long as you promise you'll turn around when I get out." Hermione replied.
"Of course." Draco said. He examined the bathroom. It was decorated with black tile, and white walls. In fact, everything was black and white. The sink was white and the sink towels were black. The bath was black and the bath towels were white, it was all perfectly coordinated. He brushed his teeth and made himself presentable in the mirror before he drew himself a bath.
"I'm going to take a bath. No peeking as you get out of the shower." He teased.
"Oh, make yourself right at home, conceited." Hermione jabbed. A few minutes passed with back and forth banter before Draco heard the shower cut off. "Close your eyes. I'm coming out." He did as she instructed and heard her wet feet hit the ground. A few sloppy steps later, "Okay, I'm decent now."
"Is this what you call decent?" He opened his eyes to see her in a very small black silk robe that clung to her wet form in a few very convenient places. Her wet hair formed a sheet in front of her face as she dried off her long legs.
"I'd say it's more than decent, Mr. Bubble Bath." She giggled.
"Oh, you love them too. Don't lie." He smiled as she exited through the opposite door of his room. He could hear her softly singing a few muggle songs he had heard over vacation.
Hermione dressed herself in her plaid skirt, white oxford shirt, tie, white hose, and Mary Jane's to prepare for the day. She pulled half of her unruly hair back in a clip and let the rest stay down. After a few glops of hair gel, it fell in soft waves with some fly away strays that just wouldn't cooperate.
"Hermione!" She heard Draco calling her from their common room. "You have visitors!"
"Coming." She yelled back as she grabbed her overly large bag with books and various items. She bounded down the short hall and into the room where all the boys were standing uncomfortably waiting for her.
"Are you ready?" Harry's tie wasn't quite tied right, and Ron's shirt wasn't tucked in.
"Messypegs." She smiled and fixed her friends before saying goodbye to Draco and leaving for breakfast. "Mmm, smells like waffles. Oh, Belgian waffles!" Her pace quickened a bit until they found seats at the almost empty table.
They ate with small talk here and there until the mail came. A beautiful rust colored owl dropped a tulip in front of her, with a note attached.
It was addressed: 'To the beautiful Hermione Granger'
"Oh, it's from Remus!" She said excitedly. She opened it and pulled out the letter which smelled of vanilla, her favorite scent.
'dearest Hermione,
I know you don't like roses, so I chose something more unique. I hope it survived the journey. Sorry it seems so formal, some might even say, romantic, but I need to ask a favor. You are the only female close to me, so I call upon you. Would you be my date to a ball I must attend? I'm not sure what it's for, really. Some club or organization I'm involved with I assume. Hah! Well send you reply back with the enclosed envelope and paper.
With all my love,
Remus J.'
'Dearest Remus,
Of course I will attend with you! What is the dress? When? Send all information back ASAP! Sorry it's so short, but we'll see each other soon enough!
Most Gratefully yours,
Hermione'
"What was that?" Harry asked.
"Oh, Remus asked me to a ball he has to attend." Ron looked confused.
"But, he's so much older than you!"
"It's not like it's romantic. Oh, no." Hermione giggled a bit as she looked at the schedules just handed out to them.
"What do you have first Herms?" Harry asked.
"Arithmancy, you?"
"Divination." He sighed.
"Ah, I see. Well, since you two will sneak out early anyway, how about you come to the Arithmancy room and we can walk to potions together?" They nodded eagerly at her and went off in separate directions.