Chapter 2: That certain something more
AN: Oh bugger oh bugger oh bugger. Forgot to put Disclaimer thingy in last chapter stating that JKR kicks arse and I am pathetic deranged teenager with nothing better to do. Had better do it now before pending litigation occurs faster than roadrunner type creature on illicit substance such as speed. So, the long and not quite so long of it is…
Disclaimer – J.K. Rowling kicks arse and I can safely say that Harry potter is possibly most addictive thing I have ever read. All of the following (bar butterscotch beer and the plot, which little old me thought up on my own), it is all hers, except of course frequent verbal diarrhoea, and little grabs from other songs etc., which either myself or someone else besides her owns.
Oh, By the way, have decided to have some bits from other characters perspective, rather than just Hermione POV, which has tendency to go stale very quickly from my own experience. Enjoy!
Sitting on the other side of the courtyard, eyes blatantly fixed on her cleavage, wearing that dark smirk on his lips, was Malfoy in his Sunday robes. He was sporting a bronze badge featuring the Hogwarts Emblem that read "Head Boy". Hermione was mortified. She had not even considered Malfoy as a potential candidate for Head boy – his father was a death eater – Harry had killed Lucius in the war. Surely he couldn't be!
'Hello Mudblood. Good to see that you have, ah, resurfaced. It would be very suspicious if the head girl did not emerge after a night like last night, what with the illustrious Mr. Potter proclaiming his love for you in front of the whole school and all.'
'So what, He loves me, Big deal. Then again I don't suppose that you would know anything about love. The closest you've ever been to it is shagging that pug dog Pansy Parkinson in the prefect's bathroom last year, or so I hear.'
'Come now Hermione, lets not hit below the belt now, after all we do share our bathroom, in case you failed to notice.' said Draco, giving her that famous smirk.
'Our bathroom; you must be joking – even though I haven't been in yet, Dumbledore would never-.'
'He has nothing to do with it; it's been that way since the school started. How do you think Harry's parents and practically every other head boy and girl ended up either married or at least shagging.' He said coolly.
'I swear to you now Malfoy that I will never, ever have anything to do with you besides what the school asks me and what the school forces me to do!'
'Fine then, Granger, have it your way. I was just being hospitable, trying to be nice to you when you have such a hard day ahead.'
'Whatever do you mean Malfoy, it's a Sunday and I will be relaxing and reading my new book of spells all day.'
'From what I've heard you have something very important to tell Harry. Best do it now before you hurt him even more' murmured Malfoy in a disconcertingly sincere tone. For one moment their eyes met, and she thought that she saw a certain bitterness wash over the deep blue-green pools as he stood and exited through the matching French doors in the other side of the courtyard, which obviously lead to his room.
'Bizarre' muttered Hermione as she retreated to her room.
Draco looked around at his room. He had been told that under a special consideration direct from the ministry, he did not have to bring his room back to Hogwarts, and thankfully the room that awaited him on his first knight back had not been the dank dungeon at Malfoy manner. No, it was far from that, thank god. It had green walls (his favourite colour) and dark brown Wooden flooring, with a green Persian rug in the centre. The room was pained in dark, strong colours, but this was balanced out by the large gold chandelier hanging from the centre of the ceiling, illuminating the darkness that the night brought.
Even though she was a mudblood, even though she wasn't even worthy of his thought, Draco couldn't help feeling sorry for her. I mean, practically nobody on the 'good' side of the war had died, and yet Hermione had lost her Muggle brother, Jamie. And she had to go and tell her best friend that she didn't deem him worthy to possess her. A smile briefly played across his lips as he thought that out there somewhere was the boy who could. Draco did a double take and cursed himself for thinking such a thing; that was almost as bad as walking in on Pansy and Goyle in the middle of something unseemly. 'ah well, we can't be thinking like that Draco' he said to himself as he went to take a nice, cold shower.
As 7th years, they could go into Hogsmeade whenever they wanted on weekends, and she knew just where Harry would be. Hermione stepped inside the three broomsticks and although she could only see Ron, he appeared to be talking to himself, and thus Harry would be hiding under his invisibility cloak, sculling butterbeer like there was no tomorrow and sulking. She approached the bar stools where she thought Harry was sitting and whispered into the air she assumed was the area around his ear.
'You can't pull that kind of shit with me, Harry Potter. I know you too well.'
The air spoke. 'I wasn't hiding from you, I was hiding from them' Said the air, creating a breeze as he waved his hand around the room. Hermione felt that it was her time to but in. 'Why did you say that last night when you know how I feel about the subject? I promised myself when the war started that I would not ever date you or Ron, simply because I care too much. You two are the best friends I ever had, and if I don't have you there isn't much left. That and I am too attached to you as brothers, I can't see myself romantically with either of you. It would be incest, like Ron going out with Ginny or something, it'd just be, well, wrong. Will you forgive me? Truce? Because if you don't forgive me, and I don't have anyone to talk to at Hogwarts; I might as well leave now, because Hogwarts wouldn't be Hogwarts without you.' Hermione felt as if she had said too much, the ultimate windbag, she would not blame Harry if he laughed his way out of the tavern. Instead, the invisibility cloak came off and a very blotchy faced Harry emerged.
'I'm sorry Hermione, I guess I kind of got swept away in the moment I didn't mean it, I guess. Well I did, but I didn't, if you know what I mean' said Harry, managing a weak smile. Ron thankfully changed the subject. 'So, how does it feel to be sharing a bathroom with Malfoy?' said Ron, sniggering. 'Well thankfully I like to shower early, so I haven't bumped into him yet. How do they choose head boy and girl, anyway?' asked Hermione, beginning to regret that the subject had been changed at all.
'The sorting hat. It decides what you are going to be in first year. It has bugger all to do with how good you are at school, as they told us constantly ALL the way through junior school.' Sighed Harry
'So, even though Lucius was a death eater and Malfoy has done all of these atrocious things to everyone, it was always going to be him. All I can say is that there had better be internal locks on the bathroom doors, I don't want to even think about the terrifying possibilities!' cringed Hermione. At this, Ron's face started to go all red, as if he was about to burst into fits of laughter, but the only problem was that he had just started pouring butter beer down his throat. The result was spectacular, because not only did it spurt from his nose as any other dairy product would, it also began seeping out of his ears.
'My god Ron; that was disgusting!' laughed Harry, trying to dodge the torrent of yellow liquid escaping Ron's nose. Ron eventually managed to compose himself a bit, and after gasping for air, came out with 'I, I, just had an image in my head- of Hermione walking in on Draco in the bath with P- P-Pansy pug-faced Parkinson!' Said Ron, collapsing into fits of laughter again, barely staying on the bar stool. Hermione looked appalled.
'Honestly, how vulgar are your minds; that you can think of-of- those two doing THAT! I mean, Yuk, it's enough to make your skin crawl!'
'Yes, well, we can't all be pure and chaste like you, Hermione' gasped Ron, managing to speak between giggles. Even Harry was doubled over, laughing so hard that he looked like he was going to wet himself. Hermione gave up on and approached the main bar, where Mary the bartender was chatting to Hagrid.
'Hello Hagrid, Hello Mary. Good to see people having good, wholesome conversation.'
'What's happened to you, love?' asked Mary
'Trust me, you don't want to know. Better make mine a butterscotch beer, please.'
'Righto, dear' said the cheery barmaid, getting a mug from under the counter and heading off towards the taps.
'So Hermione, how's your last year been s'far? Asked Hagrid.
'Well, besides my sick minded best friends and a lack of work to do, it's been ok, Hagrid'.
'What have those boys bin up to? I 'spect they've been in good form, what with Harry spendin' the summer at the burrow an' all, bet he's come up with all sorts – come backs, one-liners and don forget he has a share in the Weasley boys new business down the road. Goodness knows what tha' little scamps'll get up to.'
'So far the only torture has been derogatory comments about Malfoy – which isn't that great because I have to do all of that head boy and girl stuff with him. Now every time I see him I'll think of him in the bath with Pansy Puggish Parkinson!' Obviously Hagrid thought that this was the funniest thing in the history of the wizarding world, and keeled over chuckling to himself. 'Draco…in the…bath…with Pansy - Classic, tha' is!'
'Lost cause' Muttered Hermione, thanking Mary for the butterscotch beer and drinking it with unusual haste. She said her goodbyes and wandered up to the castle to get some serious rest before the ball.
AN: Oh bugger oh bugger oh bugger. Forgot to put Disclaimer thingy in last chapter stating that JKR kicks arse and I am pathetic deranged teenager with nothing better to do. Had better do it now before pending litigation occurs faster than roadrunner type creature on illicit substance such as speed. So, the long and not quite so long of it is…
Disclaimer – J.K. Rowling kicks arse and I can safely say that Harry potter is possibly most addictive thing I have ever read. All of the following (bar butterscotch beer and the plot, which little old me thought up on my own), it is all hers, except of course frequent verbal diarrhoea, and little grabs from other songs etc., which either myself or someone else besides her owns.
Oh, By the way, have decided to have some bits from other characters perspective, rather than just Hermione POV, which has tendency to go stale very quickly from my own experience. Enjoy!
Sitting on the other side of the courtyard, eyes blatantly fixed on her cleavage, wearing that dark smirk on his lips, was Malfoy in his Sunday robes. He was sporting a bronze badge featuring the Hogwarts Emblem that read "Head Boy". Hermione was mortified. She had not even considered Malfoy as a potential candidate for Head boy – his father was a death eater – Harry had killed Lucius in the war. Surely he couldn't be!
'Hello Mudblood. Good to see that you have, ah, resurfaced. It would be very suspicious if the head girl did not emerge after a night like last night, what with the illustrious Mr. Potter proclaiming his love for you in front of the whole school and all.'
'So what, He loves me, Big deal. Then again I don't suppose that you would know anything about love. The closest you've ever been to it is shagging that pug dog Pansy Parkinson in the prefect's bathroom last year, or so I hear.'
'Come now Hermione, lets not hit below the belt now, after all we do share our bathroom, in case you failed to notice.' said Draco, giving her that famous smirk.
'Our bathroom; you must be joking – even though I haven't been in yet, Dumbledore would never-.'
'He has nothing to do with it; it's been that way since the school started. How do you think Harry's parents and practically every other head boy and girl ended up either married or at least shagging.' He said coolly.
'I swear to you now Malfoy that I will never, ever have anything to do with you besides what the school asks me and what the school forces me to do!'
'Fine then, Granger, have it your way. I was just being hospitable, trying to be nice to you when you have such a hard day ahead.'
'Whatever do you mean Malfoy, it's a Sunday and I will be relaxing and reading my new book of spells all day.'
'From what I've heard you have something very important to tell Harry. Best do it now before you hurt him even more' murmured Malfoy in a disconcertingly sincere tone. For one moment their eyes met, and she thought that she saw a certain bitterness wash over the deep blue-green pools as he stood and exited through the matching French doors in the other side of the courtyard, which obviously lead to his room.
'Bizarre' muttered Hermione as she retreated to her room.
Draco looked around at his room. He had been told that under a special consideration direct from the ministry, he did not have to bring his room back to Hogwarts, and thankfully the room that awaited him on his first knight back had not been the dank dungeon at Malfoy manner. No, it was far from that, thank god. It had green walls (his favourite colour) and dark brown Wooden flooring, with a green Persian rug in the centre. The room was pained in dark, strong colours, but this was balanced out by the large gold chandelier hanging from the centre of the ceiling, illuminating the darkness that the night brought.
Even though she was a mudblood, even though she wasn't even worthy of his thought, Draco couldn't help feeling sorry for her. I mean, practically nobody on the 'good' side of the war had died, and yet Hermione had lost her Muggle brother, Jamie. And she had to go and tell her best friend that she didn't deem him worthy to possess her. A smile briefly played across his lips as he thought that out there somewhere was the boy who could. Draco did a double take and cursed himself for thinking such a thing; that was almost as bad as walking in on Pansy and Goyle in the middle of something unseemly. 'ah well, we can't be thinking like that Draco' he said to himself as he went to take a nice, cold shower.
As 7th years, they could go into Hogsmeade whenever they wanted on weekends, and she knew just where Harry would be. Hermione stepped inside the three broomsticks and although she could only see Ron, he appeared to be talking to himself, and thus Harry would be hiding under his invisibility cloak, sculling butterbeer like there was no tomorrow and sulking. She approached the bar stools where she thought Harry was sitting and whispered into the air she assumed was the area around his ear.
'You can't pull that kind of shit with me, Harry Potter. I know you too well.'
The air spoke. 'I wasn't hiding from you, I was hiding from them' Said the air, creating a breeze as he waved his hand around the room. Hermione felt that it was her time to but in. 'Why did you say that last night when you know how I feel about the subject? I promised myself when the war started that I would not ever date you or Ron, simply because I care too much. You two are the best friends I ever had, and if I don't have you there isn't much left. That and I am too attached to you as brothers, I can't see myself romantically with either of you. It would be incest, like Ron going out with Ginny or something, it'd just be, well, wrong. Will you forgive me? Truce? Because if you don't forgive me, and I don't have anyone to talk to at Hogwarts; I might as well leave now, because Hogwarts wouldn't be Hogwarts without you.' Hermione felt as if she had said too much, the ultimate windbag, she would not blame Harry if he laughed his way out of the tavern. Instead, the invisibility cloak came off and a very blotchy faced Harry emerged.
'I'm sorry Hermione, I guess I kind of got swept away in the moment I didn't mean it, I guess. Well I did, but I didn't, if you know what I mean' said Harry, managing a weak smile. Ron thankfully changed the subject. 'So, how does it feel to be sharing a bathroom with Malfoy?' said Ron, sniggering. 'Well thankfully I like to shower early, so I haven't bumped into him yet. How do they choose head boy and girl, anyway?' asked Hermione, beginning to regret that the subject had been changed at all.
'The sorting hat. It decides what you are going to be in first year. It has bugger all to do with how good you are at school, as they told us constantly ALL the way through junior school.' Sighed Harry
'So, even though Lucius was a death eater and Malfoy has done all of these atrocious things to everyone, it was always going to be him. All I can say is that there had better be internal locks on the bathroom doors, I don't want to even think about the terrifying possibilities!' cringed Hermione. At this, Ron's face started to go all red, as if he was about to burst into fits of laughter, but the only problem was that he had just started pouring butter beer down his throat. The result was spectacular, because not only did it spurt from his nose as any other dairy product would, it also began seeping out of his ears.
'My god Ron; that was disgusting!' laughed Harry, trying to dodge the torrent of yellow liquid escaping Ron's nose. Ron eventually managed to compose himself a bit, and after gasping for air, came out with 'I, I, just had an image in my head- of Hermione walking in on Draco in the bath with P- P-Pansy pug-faced Parkinson!' Said Ron, collapsing into fits of laughter again, barely staying on the bar stool. Hermione looked appalled.
'Honestly, how vulgar are your minds; that you can think of-of- those two doing THAT! I mean, Yuk, it's enough to make your skin crawl!'
'Yes, well, we can't all be pure and chaste like you, Hermione' gasped Ron, managing to speak between giggles. Even Harry was doubled over, laughing so hard that he looked like he was going to wet himself. Hermione gave up on and approached the main bar, where Mary the bartender was chatting to Hagrid.
'Hello Hagrid, Hello Mary. Good to see people having good, wholesome conversation.'
'What's happened to you, love?' asked Mary
'Trust me, you don't want to know. Better make mine a butterscotch beer, please.'
'Righto, dear' said the cheery barmaid, getting a mug from under the counter and heading off towards the taps.
'So Hermione, how's your last year been s'far? Asked Hagrid.
'Well, besides my sick minded best friends and a lack of work to do, it's been ok, Hagrid'.
'What have those boys bin up to? I 'spect they've been in good form, what with Harry spendin' the summer at the burrow an' all, bet he's come up with all sorts – come backs, one-liners and don forget he has a share in the Weasley boys new business down the road. Goodness knows what tha' little scamps'll get up to.'
'So far the only torture has been derogatory comments about Malfoy – which isn't that great because I have to do all of that head boy and girl stuff with him. Now every time I see him I'll think of him in the bath with Pansy Puggish Parkinson!' Obviously Hagrid thought that this was the funniest thing in the history of the wizarding world, and keeled over chuckling to himself. 'Draco…in the…bath…with Pansy - Classic, tha' is!'
'Lost cause' Muttered Hermione, thanking Mary for the butterscotch beer and drinking it with unusual haste. She said her goodbyes and wandered up to the castle to get some serious rest before the ball.
