Sorry this is taking so very long to do but with all this bloody school and
things it is hard to write, oh and I have about 5 other stories going at
once so you cant be to impatient. So as you can see this is where the fun
begins. I always love ideas so if you have any give them to me. I am
planning on writing a Ginny/Draco one too just to see which one I like
better. *grin* I know you all want to know why it is R and what is with the
title. Well you will see later. *garbs orange juice* so have fun reading
and don't like hurt your selves and any cardboard. That stuff is dangerous
it should come with a warning
So lets review: I own nothing except a left shoe *claps* very good. On with the story
Chapter 3
She could not believe that this was any Malfoy in front of her. 'this cant be a Malfoy, look at him. That would be impossible' she thought as she looked at his face. It was not as smooth as she had remembered, he looked as if he had not shaved in quiet a few days, the side of his face had a very large bruise, his hair was long and slightly shaggy, she could not tell if it was white or silver. His eyes where still grey but they looked ten times more intense as if he had, had a great deal of experience and pain behind them, anger, there was a lot of anger. He was...mouthwatering...the most handsome thing she had ever seen in her life "what is it Granger?" his voice cold and hard, her last name was spat out as if it where something foul. A small sneer formed across his face, that only made him sexier
He looked up as the door opened only to see HER coming through it. 'great the know-it-all-bitch-of-Gryffindor is here' he thought. She had changed so much and he almost allowed his shock to show but he knew better. He had to act like the same self centered egotistical bastard he used to be. But hell, she was much different then she used to be. Her dark brown hair came down past her chest and was in waves not frizz, she had gotten very very sexy, why in hell had he not seen it before. He tried to shake her out of his head, she was..she was beautiful
"as you know there are to be two adult wizards or witches per class room, for safety. After the last attacks we all thought that this was the safest place for all the students. And the all the teachers I don't think there will be any problems" Professor McGonagall said "I trust you remember Draco, Hermione?" she asked. "yes I do" she said not taking her eyes from him. Hermione looked at her old professor as she spoke to him "mister Malfoy I trust they are in good hands" she said looking at him "yes they are" he answered with a sneer. Hermione was surprised to see that McGonagall was not upset with him, she was actually looking at him with...no, admiration and respect.
They did not speak to each other, he found it so very hard not to watch her. she felt as though he was not the real Malfoy. That someone was trying to imitate him in a very bad way. 'His hands!' she thought. They where not his hands. They where rough and looked worked, but his robes where still as they used to be, very clean and expensive. His hands though looked like he had been doing work, she almost laughed at the thought of Draco doing work
"granger" he said coldly.
"yes?" she asked rolling her eyes. 'this is going to be a long year'
"open the door" he commanded not taking his eyes from what he was doing she really felt like his dog or something. Being ordered around by him but she did as she was "told" and opened the door. all the students where waiting outside.
"what are all of you doing out here?
"we are waiting for class to start" one bot piped up
"you know you can come in and wait" Hermione said looking at them as if they where insane
"no" one boy from the back spoke
"what do you mean? Of course you can" she said starting to get frustrated by the students
"we may only enter when we have been invited to" he said simply.
"what is your name?" she asked him
"Tovan Mace, fifth year Slytherin" he said bowing slightly, she looked at him oddly for a moment. This boys voice was very condescending for one of his age.
"Granger are you going to let them in or stand there like a idiot?" Draco said from inside the room. She opened the door and motioned the students to go in.
"leave your things you do not want harmed in the hall. There will be no room for them in here" Draco said as the students almost ran to obey him.
"today.." He stopped for a moment and looked at the boy in the first row. It was that Tovan Mace child she was talking to earlier " I am teaching you a simple protection spell. I will demonstrate with Granger. But first I will tell you that this will not be like those other classes you have had before. We will be casting spells and blocking them. If you do not block properly you will be hit. I will be doing your tests" a slight grin crossed his face "now more your desks and lets begin" his voice was still cold and hard, his eyes where dancing over the students
'how could one man stand to be like that?' she thought as she watched him. It was not the best of times she had ever had in class. He showed the class how she did not know the right spell to block his attack. But when it was all done and she could finaly go to her room and shower, low and behold guess who's room was right next to hers. She used to have her own common room type thingy and now she was not alone. His room was up the stairs and hers was almost right below it. 'one bathroom' she thought. This was going to be difficult.
So lets review: I own nothing except a left shoe *claps* very good. On with the story
Chapter 3
She could not believe that this was any Malfoy in front of her. 'this cant be a Malfoy, look at him. That would be impossible' she thought as she looked at his face. It was not as smooth as she had remembered, he looked as if he had not shaved in quiet a few days, the side of his face had a very large bruise, his hair was long and slightly shaggy, she could not tell if it was white or silver. His eyes where still grey but they looked ten times more intense as if he had, had a great deal of experience and pain behind them, anger, there was a lot of anger. He was...mouthwatering...the most handsome thing she had ever seen in her life "what is it Granger?" his voice cold and hard, her last name was spat out as if it where something foul. A small sneer formed across his face, that only made him sexier
He looked up as the door opened only to see HER coming through it. 'great the know-it-all-bitch-of-Gryffindor is here' he thought. She had changed so much and he almost allowed his shock to show but he knew better. He had to act like the same self centered egotistical bastard he used to be. But hell, she was much different then she used to be. Her dark brown hair came down past her chest and was in waves not frizz, she had gotten very very sexy, why in hell had he not seen it before. He tried to shake her out of his head, she was..she was beautiful
"as you know there are to be two adult wizards or witches per class room, for safety. After the last attacks we all thought that this was the safest place for all the students. And the all the teachers I don't think there will be any problems" Professor McGonagall said "I trust you remember Draco, Hermione?" she asked. "yes I do" she said not taking her eyes from him. Hermione looked at her old professor as she spoke to him "mister Malfoy I trust they are in good hands" she said looking at him "yes they are" he answered with a sneer. Hermione was surprised to see that McGonagall was not upset with him, she was actually looking at him with...no, admiration and respect.
They did not speak to each other, he found it so very hard not to watch her. she felt as though he was not the real Malfoy. That someone was trying to imitate him in a very bad way. 'His hands!' she thought. They where not his hands. They where rough and looked worked, but his robes where still as they used to be, very clean and expensive. His hands though looked like he had been doing work, she almost laughed at the thought of Draco doing work
"granger" he said coldly.
"yes?" she asked rolling her eyes. 'this is going to be a long year'
"open the door" he commanded not taking his eyes from what he was doing she really felt like his dog or something. Being ordered around by him but she did as she was "told" and opened the door. all the students where waiting outside.
"what are all of you doing out here?
"we are waiting for class to start" one bot piped up
"you know you can come in and wait" Hermione said looking at them as if they where insane
"no" one boy from the back spoke
"what do you mean? Of course you can" she said starting to get frustrated by the students
"we may only enter when we have been invited to" he said simply.
"what is your name?" she asked him
"Tovan Mace, fifth year Slytherin" he said bowing slightly, she looked at him oddly for a moment. This boys voice was very condescending for one of his age.
"Granger are you going to let them in or stand there like a idiot?" Draco said from inside the room. She opened the door and motioned the students to go in.
"leave your things you do not want harmed in the hall. There will be no room for them in here" Draco said as the students almost ran to obey him.
"today.." He stopped for a moment and looked at the boy in the first row. It was that Tovan Mace child she was talking to earlier " I am teaching you a simple protection spell. I will demonstrate with Granger. But first I will tell you that this will not be like those other classes you have had before. We will be casting spells and blocking them. If you do not block properly you will be hit. I will be doing your tests" a slight grin crossed his face "now more your desks and lets begin" his voice was still cold and hard, his eyes where dancing over the students
'how could one man stand to be like that?' she thought as she watched him. It was not the best of times she had ever had in class. He showed the class how she did not know the right spell to block his attack. But when it was all done and she could finaly go to her room and shower, low and behold guess who's room was right next to hers. She used to have her own common room type thingy and now she was not alone. His room was up the stairs and hers was almost right below it. 'one bathroom' she thought. This was going to be difficult.