The Parchment
Chapter two: Sending You My Love
As the month of December grew closer, the school was filled with such anticipation to for the coming occasion.
"Oh, how wonderful Parvati, Seamus has just asked me to the ball and now I won't have to worry about who I will have to go with, how about you? Have you already have a date?" squealed Lavander Brown as she conversed with Parvati Patil in the girl's dormitory.
"Oh yes, Mandy Broklehust in Ravenclaw, he just asked me yesterday. He seemed nice and a lot say he's good in dancing so I said yes"
"Great move girl!"
"Thanks"
Just then Hermione entered the room. She looked extremely tired, apparently due to watching Harry and Ron playing Quidditch out on the snowy field.
"Hermione, you look tired. You better get out of those wet things if you want to be in good health to attend the Yule ball" suggested Lavander as she noticed Hemione enter.
"Yeah" added Parvati "By the way Hermione, have you anyone to go with yet? Wait! I shouldn't be asking that question, our Hermione is so glamorous surely you had no trouble finding a decent date."
Hermione rolled her eyes sarcastically, and threw her cloak on her bed. She found a muggle thermos filled with hot chocolate on the table and poured it in a small glass goblet with a blue dragon carved finely on it. She took small sips, and then walked over to Lavander and Parvati and slipped between them to join the conversation.
"Yes Hermione, who is it? Who of the most gorgeous blokes have you put under your spell? Harry Potter? Dean Thomas? Maybe Viktor Krum again? Or even. . . Draco Malfoy?" teased Lavander.
At that moment Hermione splattered the hot chocolate she was drinking all over the place and started coughing hysterically.
"Wha. hugh. cough cough. what ever. cough. gave you the.cough. idea that D- dr. cough. tha. that Ddracco Malfoy is a gorgeous bloke?" Hemione finished as she finally regained herself.
Lavander and Parvati stared at each other and exchanged looks.
"Hermione," Lavander started "We can't deny to ourselves as girls that, Draco Malfoy is a decent boy- um man"
"Yeah" continued Parvati "He might be a child of one of the mercenaries of Voldemort but we can't contradict to ourselves that he has good looks, and to put it in another way. 'Dead Sexy'"
"Parvati! Where did you hear that?!" Said Lavender and Hermione simultaneously.
"P.pansy, Pansy Parkinson. I heard her at potions, sat next to her. I saw her goggling over Draco Malfoy. I think she was even drooling."
The three of them looked at each other for a moment and then began to laugh frantically.
"Th.that has go to be the most pathetic thing that I have ever heard!" said Lavander
"I agree," said Hermione " I entirely agree."
"Well enough of that. Let's get back to the subject," said Lavender
"Yes Hermione, who are you going with?" said Parvati
"For your information I am going with Ron." stated Hermione pompously.
"You mean you are going with that beggar, I mean you're going with Ron?" spat Lavander.
"Lavander, for your further information, Ron is not a beggar and . and" Hermione argued
"I didn't mean, sorry it just kind of fell out of my mind. Do continue."
"O.K. So I'm going with Ron and-"
"And, Hermione, you hadn't admitted it yet" said Parvati
"Admitted what?"
"That, Draco Malfoy, for one is a handsome bloke"
"Ok, Ok Draco Malfoy is a handsome bloke, he's the most gorgeous guy in the Slytherin house, his overwhelming beauty fills all of Hogwarts, he can walk in to a room of healthy girls and walk out with all of them dead beacuse he is 'Dead Sexy'! There! Are you happy!?" Hermione stated slightly aggravated.
Lavander stood up and then clapped her hands loudly. "Bravo, bravo Hermione that was excellent. Now all you have to do is make a vow of love to him and all will be peachy"
"Hey! I didn't mean that! And, oh look at the time its almost time for lunch. We have better get going," said Hermione.
With that, they marched over to the great hall to eat. Hermione slipped in to her usual seat between Ron and Harry and got in to the conversation.
"Hey Herm," said Harry thanks so much for coming to watch us practice, really meant a lot"
"Your welcome, anytime" she said and turned away, just in time for Harry to miss the sick look on her face as she promised herself never to watch another practice session of Quidditch again. At that moment, she placed her glance over to the Slytherin table. There she centered her gaze on Draco Malfoy. 'My, my Lavander and Parvati were right, he 'is' dead sexy' she thought and then she quickly brushed the 'horrifying thought' away. She was still staring at him, she buried herself in those alluring pools of mercury that seemed to burn in to your soul.
Just then she felt his gaze fall upon her. She felt blood rushing up to her cheeks as her face turned a dark shade of crimson. She turned away hastily and listened to the conversations at the Gryffindor table, swearing to herself never to look at him again.
After breakfast Hermione rushed to Professor Mc Gonagall's class aware that she was already late. She dashed through the halls turning corner after corner like a rampaging hippogiff. And then as she pulled a sharp corner and bumped in to a solid figure that she did not recognize because her head was spinning riotously. As she regained her compulsure she looked up and found herself string in to those mercury pools of ice again; she found herself staring at the face with an arrogant look on it; she found herself staring at the face of Draco Malfoy. Hermione knelt down reached out for her books that spread out on the floor. When she reached for her thick blue transfiguration book, she felt an icy hand positioned on hers. She looked up at him again.
"You know mudblood, you should be more careful," said Malfoy unpleasantly.
"I'm sure Malfoy, that you don't have the slightest clue what 'careful' means." stated Hermione proudly as she stood up heedlessly.
"Oh, but I do my dear Mudblood, I do" he said with a smirk.
Hermione sent him a glare and then walked away casually. She furiously turned the next corner and stopped. She glanced over at the hall where he had been and made sure that he was not there anymore. When she saw that he was gone. She furiously dropped her books on the floor and then she slowly slid down the stonewall to sit down on the floor. She had been thinking of Malfoy, of how much she hated him, of how much she despised him, of how much she wished he was different and of how much he thought about her in the same way. Nothing met her thoughts, but anger, what anger had brought her, her revulsion for him. Then again, she thought about his eyes, his eyes that were so alluring, so fascinating, so mesmerizing and so, so beautiful. Beauty, now that's something that you would not expect from Draco Malfoy.
"If only Draco Malfoy didn't call me 'mudblood' I'd say that he'd be cute" Hermione murmured under her breath.
Just then, Peeves the poltergeist swept out of the wall Hermione was clinging to.
"My, my, not in class I see. Fantasizing about Master Malfoy ," he said menacingly.
"I am not! And Peeves, you better keep your mouth shut!"
"Oi! Master Malfoy, Mistress Hermione Granger sends you her love!!!"
"PEEVES!!! SHUT UP!!! Someone will hear you" screamed Hermione.
Hermione grabbed her books hastily and then stood up she turned to run to class knowing that she will surely get in trouble with Mc Gonnagal. She took a sharp turn and then she found herself face-to-face with Malfoy once again. She wanted to motion for him to move aside to let her pass yet she couldn't. Her hands couldn't move as if they were frozen. Malfoy just stood there staring at her and then finally, without a word, let her pass. She passed him nervously, feeling the blood quickly rushing up to her cheeks as she blushed, her face a color of deep cherry, that she would match Harry's Quidditch robes if she stood next to them. 'Malfoy heard everything; I don't believe it! Peeves is such a moron!'
Hermione entered Transfiguration 15 minutes later than the time she had meant to come in. And as she expected, was welcomed with a very angry Professor Mc. Gonnagal.
"Ms. Granger, such a diligent student such as yourself in one who is least expected to enter her class at such a late time! You must be aware of the consequences that await you as you enter in a class considering that you are tardy. From you, I hope not for this to be repeated once again. Is that clear?" said Professor Mc. Gonnagal eying Hermione sternly.
"Yes ma'am" Hermione answered, incredibly embarrassed.
1 A/N: Was that too drastic? Or too corny again? Whatever I need to know so be a responsible reader and REVIEW!!!
Chapter two: Sending You My Love
As the month of December grew closer, the school was filled with such anticipation to for the coming occasion.
"Oh, how wonderful Parvati, Seamus has just asked me to the ball and now I won't have to worry about who I will have to go with, how about you? Have you already have a date?" squealed Lavander Brown as she conversed with Parvati Patil in the girl's dormitory.
"Oh yes, Mandy Broklehust in Ravenclaw, he just asked me yesterday. He seemed nice and a lot say he's good in dancing so I said yes"
"Great move girl!"
"Thanks"
Just then Hermione entered the room. She looked extremely tired, apparently due to watching Harry and Ron playing Quidditch out on the snowy field.
"Hermione, you look tired. You better get out of those wet things if you want to be in good health to attend the Yule ball" suggested Lavander as she noticed Hemione enter.
"Yeah" added Parvati "By the way Hermione, have you anyone to go with yet? Wait! I shouldn't be asking that question, our Hermione is so glamorous surely you had no trouble finding a decent date."
Hermione rolled her eyes sarcastically, and threw her cloak on her bed. She found a muggle thermos filled with hot chocolate on the table and poured it in a small glass goblet with a blue dragon carved finely on it. She took small sips, and then walked over to Lavander and Parvati and slipped between them to join the conversation.
"Yes Hermione, who is it? Who of the most gorgeous blokes have you put under your spell? Harry Potter? Dean Thomas? Maybe Viktor Krum again? Or even. . . Draco Malfoy?" teased Lavander.
At that moment Hermione splattered the hot chocolate she was drinking all over the place and started coughing hysterically.
"Wha. hugh. cough cough. what ever. cough. gave you the.cough. idea that D- dr. cough. tha. that Ddracco Malfoy is a gorgeous bloke?" Hemione finished as she finally regained herself.
Lavander and Parvati stared at each other and exchanged looks.
"Hermione," Lavander started "We can't deny to ourselves as girls that, Draco Malfoy is a decent boy- um man"
"Yeah" continued Parvati "He might be a child of one of the mercenaries of Voldemort but we can't contradict to ourselves that he has good looks, and to put it in another way. 'Dead Sexy'"
"Parvati! Where did you hear that?!" Said Lavender and Hermione simultaneously.
"P.pansy, Pansy Parkinson. I heard her at potions, sat next to her. I saw her goggling over Draco Malfoy. I think she was even drooling."
The three of them looked at each other for a moment and then began to laugh frantically.
"Th.that has go to be the most pathetic thing that I have ever heard!" said Lavander
"I agree," said Hermione " I entirely agree."
"Well enough of that. Let's get back to the subject," said Lavender
"Yes Hermione, who are you going with?" said Parvati
"For your information I am going with Ron." stated Hermione pompously.
"You mean you are going with that beggar, I mean you're going with Ron?" spat Lavander.
"Lavander, for your further information, Ron is not a beggar and . and" Hermione argued
"I didn't mean, sorry it just kind of fell out of my mind. Do continue."
"O.K. So I'm going with Ron and-"
"And, Hermione, you hadn't admitted it yet" said Parvati
"Admitted what?"
"That, Draco Malfoy, for one is a handsome bloke"
"Ok, Ok Draco Malfoy is a handsome bloke, he's the most gorgeous guy in the Slytherin house, his overwhelming beauty fills all of Hogwarts, he can walk in to a room of healthy girls and walk out with all of them dead beacuse he is 'Dead Sexy'! There! Are you happy!?" Hermione stated slightly aggravated.
Lavander stood up and then clapped her hands loudly. "Bravo, bravo Hermione that was excellent. Now all you have to do is make a vow of love to him and all will be peachy"
"Hey! I didn't mean that! And, oh look at the time its almost time for lunch. We have better get going," said Hermione.
With that, they marched over to the great hall to eat. Hermione slipped in to her usual seat between Ron and Harry and got in to the conversation.
"Hey Herm," said Harry thanks so much for coming to watch us practice, really meant a lot"
"Your welcome, anytime" she said and turned away, just in time for Harry to miss the sick look on her face as she promised herself never to watch another practice session of Quidditch again. At that moment, she placed her glance over to the Slytherin table. There she centered her gaze on Draco Malfoy. 'My, my Lavander and Parvati were right, he 'is' dead sexy' she thought and then she quickly brushed the 'horrifying thought' away. She was still staring at him, she buried herself in those alluring pools of mercury that seemed to burn in to your soul.
Just then she felt his gaze fall upon her. She felt blood rushing up to her cheeks as her face turned a dark shade of crimson. She turned away hastily and listened to the conversations at the Gryffindor table, swearing to herself never to look at him again.
After breakfast Hermione rushed to Professor Mc Gonagall's class aware that she was already late. She dashed through the halls turning corner after corner like a rampaging hippogiff. And then as she pulled a sharp corner and bumped in to a solid figure that she did not recognize because her head was spinning riotously. As she regained her compulsure she looked up and found herself string in to those mercury pools of ice again; she found herself staring at the face with an arrogant look on it; she found herself staring at the face of Draco Malfoy. Hermione knelt down reached out for her books that spread out on the floor. When she reached for her thick blue transfiguration book, she felt an icy hand positioned on hers. She looked up at him again.
"You know mudblood, you should be more careful," said Malfoy unpleasantly.
"I'm sure Malfoy, that you don't have the slightest clue what 'careful' means." stated Hermione proudly as she stood up heedlessly.
"Oh, but I do my dear Mudblood, I do" he said with a smirk.
Hermione sent him a glare and then walked away casually. She furiously turned the next corner and stopped. She glanced over at the hall where he had been and made sure that he was not there anymore. When she saw that he was gone. She furiously dropped her books on the floor and then she slowly slid down the stonewall to sit down on the floor. She had been thinking of Malfoy, of how much she hated him, of how much she despised him, of how much she wished he was different and of how much he thought about her in the same way. Nothing met her thoughts, but anger, what anger had brought her, her revulsion for him. Then again, she thought about his eyes, his eyes that were so alluring, so fascinating, so mesmerizing and so, so beautiful. Beauty, now that's something that you would not expect from Draco Malfoy.
"If only Draco Malfoy didn't call me 'mudblood' I'd say that he'd be cute" Hermione murmured under her breath.
Just then, Peeves the poltergeist swept out of the wall Hermione was clinging to.
"My, my, not in class I see. Fantasizing about Master Malfoy ," he said menacingly.
"I am not! And Peeves, you better keep your mouth shut!"
"Oi! Master Malfoy, Mistress Hermione Granger sends you her love!!!"
"PEEVES!!! SHUT UP!!! Someone will hear you" screamed Hermione.
Hermione grabbed her books hastily and then stood up she turned to run to class knowing that she will surely get in trouble with Mc Gonnagal. She took a sharp turn and then she found herself face-to-face with Malfoy once again. She wanted to motion for him to move aside to let her pass yet she couldn't. Her hands couldn't move as if they were frozen. Malfoy just stood there staring at her and then finally, without a word, let her pass. She passed him nervously, feeling the blood quickly rushing up to her cheeks as she blushed, her face a color of deep cherry, that she would match Harry's Quidditch robes if she stood next to them. 'Malfoy heard everything; I don't believe it! Peeves is such a moron!'
Hermione entered Transfiguration 15 minutes later than the time she had meant to come in. And as she expected, was welcomed with a very angry Professor Mc. Gonnagal.
"Ms. Granger, such a diligent student such as yourself in one who is least expected to enter her class at such a late time! You must be aware of the consequences that await you as you enter in a class considering that you are tardy. From you, I hope not for this to be repeated once again. Is that clear?" said Professor Mc. Gonnagal eying Hermione sternly.
"Yes ma'am" Hermione answered, incredibly embarrassed.
1 A/N: Was that too drastic? Or too corny again? Whatever I need to know so be a responsible reader and REVIEW!!!
