Disclaimer: Yes, we own Harry Potter and all the other characters. J.K. Rowling
does not exist. She is a figment of your imagination. WE are the real authors!
*snort* I wish….anyway, you know the drill. For the last stinking time: WE. DO.
NOT. OWN. HARRY POTTER! (we do own Draco though! *Draco gets taken away*
Awww…damn. And I came so close to getting away with it.)
Several hours had passed before Draco and Hermione were finally unpacked and
settled into the "Interhouse." They both now sat in a couch each. One couch on
one side of the room was where Hermione sat and Draco sat on another across from
her on the other side of the room. In between them was a large coffee table with
a glass tabletop. They both sat with their arms crossed and slightly slouching
while leaning against the couch. They both refused to look at each other, much
less talk. What else were they supposed to do? They didn't get along at ALL, and
it wasn't like they had anything to talk about either.
A few minutes passed before their house elf, Blinky, arrived carrying a small
tray with two cups of warm tea set atop of it. The elf set them on the coffee
table and then left without saying a word.
"What was that elf wearing?" Draco asked while reaching for his glass. He had
noticed the badge with large green glowing letters that had read SPEW.
"Just a badge I had back from my elf campaign back in fourth year." Hermione
replied while reaching for her glass also. She didn't bother looking at him. She
sat back contentedly while sipping her tea. She was already expecting a rude
comment from Draco.
"SPEW? As in, Stupid Pathetic Elf Woman? I believe it suits you perfectly,
Granger," Draco drawled while sipping his own tea.
"For your information, Malfoy, it stands for Society for the Promotion of
Elfish Welfare," Hermione replied.
"I don't really care Granger. I just know that if I were an elf, I wouldn't
want to wear some ugly badge saying SPEW. It's not very attractive, although, I
wouldn't rely on you to understand the meaning of attractive anyway, now would
I?" Draco sneered.
"Oh, I'm hurt," Hermione replied sarcastically while putting a hand over her
heart and acting hurt by his words. "Although, I think you wearing a badge that
read SPEW in large green letters would be more attractive than that ugly sneer
you always have on your disgusting face." At this moment, Hermione had left her
seat on the couch and was now leaning over the coffee table staring directly
into Draco's face with one hand on the table for support. Her other hand was at
her hip.
At her remark, Draco stood also and leaned over the table in almost the same
manner she did, except both hands were on the table for support.
"Would you care to repeat that, Mudblood? I would be a little more careful for
now on when you say things like that. Because now were alone in this house and
there's no Potty Boy or Weasel to protect you from me laying a hand on you."
Draco stared directly into Hermione's cinnamon brown eyes and gave her one of
his most deadliest glares. He meant every word of what he said and she knew it.
He could see the fear already in her eyes and it almost made him feel sorry that
she had to suffer under his stormy gray gaze…almost.
Hermione didn't know what to do. Draco was right. Neither Harry or Ron were
there to protect her, much less any professors. It wasn't like she was
pathetically weak and couldn't hold her own guard. Oh contraire. She was much
stronger then some people thought she was. It was just the fact that she had
never really directly dealt with Draco before. Well, unless you count that one
time back in third year when she slapped Draco, but even then she had Harry and
Ron to back her up if anything were to happen.
"I'm not sure you'd want to make threats like that Malfoy. It's sad enough that
you have to stoop so low as to calling me Mudblood, but to make threats like
that, I didn't think it was possible. Admit it Malfoy, you're about as deep as a
wet napkin." Hermione shot back, giving a glare just as lethal as Draco's. If
looks could kill, both would be dead on the spot.
"Yes, to you it's very sad, but an even sadder thing is that I'm wasting my
time with someone as insignificant as you. So if you don't mind, I'll be off to
bed." With that, Draco was off to his bedroom, but before he opened his door and
disappeared, he left Hermione with three words.
"Sweet dreams, Granger." And with that, he left Hermione to herself to
contemplate on how she was going to survive four whole months with the horror
himself, Draco Malfoy.
Author's Note from Demented Fairy: Hello! Finally, you get to hear a word from
the OTHER co-author. Yeah, Trip gets the fame and glory and I get a slice of
stale bread with a small rotten slice of cheese. *j/k* Anyway, I know this was
extremely short, (it was barely two pages long) but hey, I blame it on my muse!
Well, I'm off now. I'm experiencing a withdrawal from the padded rooms. Toodles!
does not exist. She is a figment of your imagination. WE are the real authors!
*snort* I wish….anyway, you know the drill. For the last stinking time: WE. DO.
NOT. OWN. HARRY POTTER! (we do own Draco though! *Draco gets taken away*
Awww…damn. And I came so close to getting away with it.)
Several hours had passed before Draco and Hermione were finally unpacked and
settled into the "Interhouse." They both now sat in a couch each. One couch on
one side of the room was where Hermione sat and Draco sat on another across from
her on the other side of the room. In between them was a large coffee table with
a glass tabletop. They both sat with their arms crossed and slightly slouching
while leaning against the couch. They both refused to look at each other, much
less talk. What else were they supposed to do? They didn't get along at ALL, and
it wasn't like they had anything to talk about either.
A few minutes passed before their house elf, Blinky, arrived carrying a small
tray with two cups of warm tea set atop of it. The elf set them on the coffee
table and then left without saying a word.
"What was that elf wearing?" Draco asked while reaching for his glass. He had
noticed the badge with large green glowing letters that had read SPEW.
"Just a badge I had back from my elf campaign back in fourth year." Hermione
replied while reaching for her glass also. She didn't bother looking at him. She
sat back contentedly while sipping her tea. She was already expecting a rude
comment from Draco.
"SPEW? As in, Stupid Pathetic Elf Woman? I believe it suits you perfectly,
Granger," Draco drawled while sipping his own tea.
"For your information, Malfoy, it stands for Society for the Promotion of
Elfish Welfare," Hermione replied.
"I don't really care Granger. I just know that if I were an elf, I wouldn't
want to wear some ugly badge saying SPEW. It's not very attractive, although, I
wouldn't rely on you to understand the meaning of attractive anyway, now would
I?" Draco sneered.
"Oh, I'm hurt," Hermione replied sarcastically while putting a hand over her
heart and acting hurt by his words. "Although, I think you wearing a badge that
read SPEW in large green letters would be more attractive than that ugly sneer
you always have on your disgusting face." At this moment, Hermione had left her
seat on the couch and was now leaning over the coffee table staring directly
into Draco's face with one hand on the table for support. Her other hand was at
her hip.
At her remark, Draco stood also and leaned over the table in almost the same
manner she did, except both hands were on the table for support.
"Would you care to repeat that, Mudblood? I would be a little more careful for
now on when you say things like that. Because now were alone in this house and
there's no Potty Boy or Weasel to protect you from me laying a hand on you."
Draco stared directly into Hermione's cinnamon brown eyes and gave her one of
his most deadliest glares. He meant every word of what he said and she knew it.
He could see the fear already in her eyes and it almost made him feel sorry that
she had to suffer under his stormy gray gaze…almost.
Hermione didn't know what to do. Draco was right. Neither Harry or Ron were
there to protect her, much less any professors. It wasn't like she was
pathetically weak and couldn't hold her own guard. Oh contraire. She was much
stronger then some people thought she was. It was just the fact that she had
never really directly dealt with Draco before. Well, unless you count that one
time back in third year when she slapped Draco, but even then she had Harry and
Ron to back her up if anything were to happen.
"I'm not sure you'd want to make threats like that Malfoy. It's sad enough that
you have to stoop so low as to calling me Mudblood, but to make threats like
that, I didn't think it was possible. Admit it Malfoy, you're about as deep as a
wet napkin." Hermione shot back, giving a glare just as lethal as Draco's. If
looks could kill, both would be dead on the spot.
"Yes, to you it's very sad, but an even sadder thing is that I'm wasting my
time with someone as insignificant as you. So if you don't mind, I'll be off to
bed." With that, Draco was off to his bedroom, but before he opened his door and
disappeared, he left Hermione with three words.
"Sweet dreams, Granger." And with that, he left Hermione to herself to
contemplate on how she was going to survive four whole months with the horror
himself, Draco Malfoy.
Author's Note from Demented Fairy: Hello! Finally, you get to hear a word from
the OTHER co-author. Yeah, Trip gets the fame and glory and I get a slice of
stale bread with a small rotten slice of cheese. *j/k* Anyway, I know this was
extremely short, (it was barely two pages long) but hey, I blame it on my muse!
Well, I'm off now. I'm experiencing a withdrawal from the padded rooms. Toodles!