Here is, starting with the memory, :
Chapter 4
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" Ron, Harry!"
The two boys were conversing ( about Quidditch - what else? ) and turned around. The voice had sounded awfully like their other best friend, Hermione, but they couldn't see her anywhere. Ron's eyes fell on a girl a few yards away from them and he hissed into Harry's ear. " Harry! Look at that girl! Merlin, she's hot!"
Harry turned around and looked at the girl, who had begun waving enthusiastically at them and trying to reach them through the crowd. He gasped. " Ron, that's -- Hermione?" She had reached their area and had grabbed Harry in a hug. His face rubbed against her now - soft, curly hair and he marveled at the change in her. She was also taller; just a few inches below Ron and his heights'. She let him go, and Ron practically jumped into her arms. Harry groaned. He knew Ron's crush on their mutual best friend was increasing per second. Hermione pulled back. " Oh, it's so wonderful to see you two," she said happily.
" Gosh, Hermione - what happened to you?" Ron blurted. Hermione laughed softly. " I went to Los Angeles to visit my cousin.
You know, the one who's a model in Milan? Well, in summer she stays in her home in L.A., and she decided to give me a makeover while I was there in the "fashion world." She looked so happy as she threw back her head, tossed her hair. " Oh, Harry, Ron... it's so marvelous in Los Angeles! They have so many shops and clothes, and so many exciting places to go. So,"
she continued a bit meekly, " Do you like it?" She twirled in a circle, the sun glinting off her newly high-lighted hair.
Her best friends' jaws had dropped. She giggled and pulled them towards the train. " Come on!"
As she was coming out of the prefects compartment ( The Head Boy and Girl had called a Prefect meeting - Hermiones' heel caught ( she WAS wearing five - inch boots, after all ) and her head hit the side of the train hard. She fell to the floor and slipped into unconsciousness.
Just then, Draco Malfoy was leaving the Slytherin prefects compartment next door, when his foot hit something. He cursed the corridor for being so dark. " Lumos," he said, and the tip of his wand lit up. He gasped. It was a girl... a very pretty girl at that, and one who was wearing an extremely short skirt. He knelt down next to her and checked to see if she was even still alive. He decided that she was just unconscious, though the position her head was in had given him pause for a second. He adjusted it, and when his hand came back it was smeared wth blood. In the dim light, he could see that there was a large gash on the side of her head. Draco shuddered. He had had enough blood this summer to last him his lifetime; Slytherin ( and Malfoy )
or no. He scooped her up into his arms and carried her to his compartment.
She looks awfully familiar, he thought as he laid her down on the bed. But how could she be? he sneered. No girl that beautiful could ever attend Hogwarts, or he had been blind the past four years. He barked at Crabbe and Goyle, who were playing a game of Exploding Snap in the corner. " Out. Now." They obeyed and lumbered out. He turned his attention back to the girl. He healed the gash on her head with a flick of his wand, and seeing that she had started to come to, he sat beside her. Her eyelids fluttered. Draco breathed a sigh of relief. " Where am I?" the girl asked faintly. He smiled softly down at her.
Hermione peered up into concerned silver eyes, that seemed so...familiar...
Realization hit her. " Malfoy?"
Draco started. He knew that bossy, know-it-all voice. But that meant that this girl, this stunning creature, was none other than -
" Granger?"
They both just stared at each other. One question resounded through each of their minds: What the hell?
" Wow. You look, I mean -"
" What happened to you over - "
They both stopped.
Then, for some strange reason, they started to laugh.
When they calmed down, Hermione chuckled. " You're attracting flies, Malfoy."
He regained his ' Malfoy ' composure and closed his mouth. But it was hard.
They both looked each other up and down; sizing one another up. Hermione decided to try something she had learned from her cousin. She slowly let her tongue run over her perfectly glossed bottom lip.
Draco instantly became ' uncomfortable ' at this action.
Works like a charm, Hermione thought micheviously. Literally.
They both sat upright on the bed, and Hermione attempted to ask him something.
"Draco? Um, what exactly happened?"
He felt his pale cheeks flush. " Oh. Well, I was coming out of my compartment, and you were on the floor. Your head was, um, bleeding. I guess you got knocked out."
Hermione reached up behind her head. She felt nothing. Turning to Draco, she said softly, " And you healed it?"
He nodded. Hermione leant forward and softly kissed him. " Thank you," she breathed, and then she walked out the door.
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Mudblood my ass. Bet he wishes he never called me that now, she thought smugly.
She had to admit though, not only was he secretly somewhat nice, he was hot. Draco's features had caught up with his face and body; no longer had he his pale, pointed face - instead, he now had a strong, proud jaw, though his skin was still pale. But not sickly pale, just..radiant pale.
His icy blonde hair was gelled into spikes, and his piercing, grey eyes accentuated him as a whole. And well...three years of Quidditch had definitely paid off in the body area.
Draco Malfoy was THE sexiest guy in school, followed by Harry and Ron. And from the looks - and whistles - she had been receiving all day, she was on her way to being his female counterpart. But he was in Slytherin, she reminded herself. And all dark wizards come from there. But still, a bad boy sounded fun to her. And he kissed 'divinely'.
Hermione Granger smiled.
Yet, she was still a bookworm at heart; excited about her classes. Being a prefect, she would get her own quarters and bathroom, and all the other advantages. Hermione had also noticed Draco Malfoy had had a prefect badge, too. Perfect.
No, not perfect! Not good at all!
Merlin, she felt like Dobby the house elf, banging her head on the nearest jug to reprimand herself.
She was also interested in the whole escapade of thr new girl, Dawn Summers, as well as her sister and friends that would be helping to teach classes. American ( judging by accent ) muggles - well, not exactly muggles, but muggle-societied - would be people to talk to about things she, a muggle-born, would know. Unlike Ron, or Ginny...
Or Draco Malfoy.
Uugh! She could have punched herself. Bad thoughts, she tried to tell herself. Bad Thoughts.
She slumped into her seat -
but not before trying to catch a glimpse of white-blonde hair at the Slytherin table.
*****
Meanwhile, Harry was staring at the new girl. She was captivating...there was just something about her that drew him to her.
Magnetic personality, he thought. She was quite pretty, too. Actually, the whole group from Sunnydale California were attractive people. Strange. Ah, well. All of my friends - he glanced at Hermione, then Ron ( who was chewing again, shoulders hunched over ) - well, one of my friends is attractive. And I'm not too bad-looking myself.
She has a pretty name, he thought dreamily. Dawn.
Dawn Summers.
Dawn Potter.
Dawn Summers-Pott --
Harry scolded his mind. You're not the one who's supposed to be adding your last name to the girls. That's the girls' job.
It did sound nice, though, didn't it?
*****
" Go away, Pansy!"
Pansy looked up at Draco with big eyes. He grimaced. Pansy looked like a pug.
An ugly, blonde pug.
He could certainly understand that muggle song " Who Let The Dogs Out?" now. He just had to glance at Pansy.
He snickered to himself. He certainly had the most brains of any of the Slytherins; he was prefect, after all.
He winced at the words coming out of her mouth.
Pansy, on top of looking like a scrunch-faced dog, had a high pitched voice that bothered him to no end.
" Draco?" She pronounced his name ' Dwac - o ( was he a duck or something? he thought, irritated )
" Draco, can we go up to the astronomy tower and - "
He realized what she was saying and his face contorted. " You are sick, Parkinson! As if I'd go anywhere - especially up to the astronomy tower - with you! For the last time, leave me alone!" he snapped.
Pansy's lower lip trembled for a split second; then she recovered her Slytherin bitchiness and shot him a glare. " Fine." She got up and stalked out of the hall.
Thank Merlin she's gone, thought Draco. One more nasal word out of her mouth and -
He felt eyes on him and glanced towards the Gryffindor table.
His lips curved up slightly. She WAS watching him.
Now, there was one girl he wouldn't mind going up to the astronomy tower with.
Hermione, formerly "Mudblood" Granger.
God, she was beautiful, he reflected as she started to get up with her two bodyguards. One of which was goggling at her ( which she failed to notice ); the other at the new Summers girl. Draco didn't much care for her, but he did sense the power coming off her in waves. Actually, off of almost the entire group. Everyone - except, somewhat for the Harris guy - had some kind of supernatural power; or in his girlfriends Anyankas' case, had. Of course, every one of them minus Rosenberg and Harris were some sort of pure-blood...
But then again, he was rethinking his opinion on that whole "blood" deal.
Did ya like? Huh, huh, huh? Sorry I'm being annoying.
This is my first time writing Harry Potter fic, but I know Buffy like the back of my hand. It's easier to write, while Rowlings subtle humor will still have to be somewhat mastered. Thus the funnier Buffy stuff than HP stuff as for right now. I'm thinking about bringing the Angel gang in to help teach, too. I have it all worked out... :)
Sorry this chapter only had HP folk in it, but I wanted to get their character intros out of the way. :)
REVIEW!!!!
I'd like to thank the following peeps' who reviewed ( sorry I'm a little late! )
Dawn - Thank you! :)
Nina - Thanks; I hate leaving stories out there. I'll always finish them; I'm just so busy! :) I hope to be successful in writing
this.
Cate - Sorry! Well hey, now some more's up! :) oh, & sorry about the love u 4ever thing. I was hyper.
Lateo - Yeah, seriously. " Professor Bloody?" " Yeah, mate?" :) lol
Penny - Thanks so much!! I sort of pride myself on my descriptive stories, so that's a real compliment. :)
sailorspitsh - Any relation to Popeye? :) no, just kidding. Thanks! I'll e-mail you in a second!
nina de majia - I love Draco, too! ~ Yum ~ I especially love him w / Hermione. You'll have to wait and see about the vampire,
though. Maybe it will even be both.... Mwahahahaha!!! ;)
chelsea - Thanks! I love to be descriptive and use a lot of detail. I feel it helps you understand the story better ( less for a mind
to have to work out or imagine ) :)
Red - Thank you! Glad you enjoy it. Hope it keeps hitting the standards, or better yet...gets even better! :)
Chapter 4
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" Ron, Harry!"
The two boys were conversing ( about Quidditch - what else? ) and turned around. The voice had sounded awfully like their other best friend, Hermione, but they couldn't see her anywhere. Ron's eyes fell on a girl a few yards away from them and he hissed into Harry's ear. " Harry! Look at that girl! Merlin, she's hot!"
Harry turned around and looked at the girl, who had begun waving enthusiastically at them and trying to reach them through the crowd. He gasped. " Ron, that's -- Hermione?" She had reached their area and had grabbed Harry in a hug. His face rubbed against her now - soft, curly hair and he marveled at the change in her. She was also taller; just a few inches below Ron and his heights'. She let him go, and Ron practically jumped into her arms. Harry groaned. He knew Ron's crush on their mutual best friend was increasing per second. Hermione pulled back. " Oh, it's so wonderful to see you two," she said happily.
" Gosh, Hermione - what happened to you?" Ron blurted. Hermione laughed softly. " I went to Los Angeles to visit my cousin.
You know, the one who's a model in Milan? Well, in summer she stays in her home in L.A., and she decided to give me a makeover while I was there in the "fashion world." She looked so happy as she threw back her head, tossed her hair. " Oh, Harry, Ron... it's so marvelous in Los Angeles! They have so many shops and clothes, and so many exciting places to go. So,"
she continued a bit meekly, " Do you like it?" She twirled in a circle, the sun glinting off her newly high-lighted hair.
Her best friends' jaws had dropped. She giggled and pulled them towards the train. " Come on!"
As she was coming out of the prefects compartment ( The Head Boy and Girl had called a Prefect meeting - Hermiones' heel caught ( she WAS wearing five - inch boots, after all ) and her head hit the side of the train hard. She fell to the floor and slipped into unconsciousness.
Just then, Draco Malfoy was leaving the Slytherin prefects compartment next door, when his foot hit something. He cursed the corridor for being so dark. " Lumos," he said, and the tip of his wand lit up. He gasped. It was a girl... a very pretty girl at that, and one who was wearing an extremely short skirt. He knelt down next to her and checked to see if she was even still alive. He decided that she was just unconscious, though the position her head was in had given him pause for a second. He adjusted it, and when his hand came back it was smeared wth blood. In the dim light, he could see that there was a large gash on the side of her head. Draco shuddered. He had had enough blood this summer to last him his lifetime; Slytherin ( and Malfoy )
or no. He scooped her up into his arms and carried her to his compartment.
She looks awfully familiar, he thought as he laid her down on the bed. But how could she be? he sneered. No girl that beautiful could ever attend Hogwarts, or he had been blind the past four years. He barked at Crabbe and Goyle, who were playing a game of Exploding Snap in the corner. " Out. Now." They obeyed and lumbered out. He turned his attention back to the girl. He healed the gash on her head with a flick of his wand, and seeing that she had started to come to, he sat beside her. Her eyelids fluttered. Draco breathed a sigh of relief. " Where am I?" the girl asked faintly. He smiled softly down at her.
Hermione peered up into concerned silver eyes, that seemed so...familiar...
Realization hit her. " Malfoy?"
Draco started. He knew that bossy, know-it-all voice. But that meant that this girl, this stunning creature, was none other than -
" Granger?"
They both just stared at each other. One question resounded through each of their minds: What the hell?
" Wow. You look, I mean -"
" What happened to you over - "
They both stopped.
Then, for some strange reason, they started to laugh.
When they calmed down, Hermione chuckled. " You're attracting flies, Malfoy."
He regained his ' Malfoy ' composure and closed his mouth. But it was hard.
They both looked each other up and down; sizing one another up. Hermione decided to try something she had learned from her cousin. She slowly let her tongue run over her perfectly glossed bottom lip.
Draco instantly became ' uncomfortable ' at this action.
Works like a charm, Hermione thought micheviously. Literally.
They both sat upright on the bed, and Hermione attempted to ask him something.
"Draco? Um, what exactly happened?"
He felt his pale cheeks flush. " Oh. Well, I was coming out of my compartment, and you were on the floor. Your head was, um, bleeding. I guess you got knocked out."
Hermione reached up behind her head. She felt nothing. Turning to Draco, she said softly, " And you healed it?"
He nodded. Hermione leant forward and softly kissed him. " Thank you," she breathed, and then she walked out the door.
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Mudblood my ass. Bet he wishes he never called me that now, she thought smugly.
She had to admit though, not only was he secretly somewhat nice, he was hot. Draco's features had caught up with his face and body; no longer had he his pale, pointed face - instead, he now had a strong, proud jaw, though his skin was still pale. But not sickly pale, just..radiant pale.
His icy blonde hair was gelled into spikes, and his piercing, grey eyes accentuated him as a whole. And well...three years of Quidditch had definitely paid off in the body area.
Draco Malfoy was THE sexiest guy in school, followed by Harry and Ron. And from the looks - and whistles - she had been receiving all day, she was on her way to being his female counterpart. But he was in Slytherin, she reminded herself. And all dark wizards come from there. But still, a bad boy sounded fun to her. And he kissed 'divinely'.
Hermione Granger smiled.
Yet, she was still a bookworm at heart; excited about her classes. Being a prefect, she would get her own quarters and bathroom, and all the other advantages. Hermione had also noticed Draco Malfoy had had a prefect badge, too. Perfect.
No, not perfect! Not good at all!
Merlin, she felt like Dobby the house elf, banging her head on the nearest jug to reprimand herself.
She was also interested in the whole escapade of thr new girl, Dawn Summers, as well as her sister and friends that would be helping to teach classes. American ( judging by accent ) muggles - well, not exactly muggles, but muggle-societied - would be people to talk to about things she, a muggle-born, would know. Unlike Ron, or Ginny...
Or Draco Malfoy.
Uugh! She could have punched herself. Bad thoughts, she tried to tell herself. Bad Thoughts.
She slumped into her seat -
but not before trying to catch a glimpse of white-blonde hair at the Slytherin table.
*****
Meanwhile, Harry was staring at the new girl. She was captivating...there was just something about her that drew him to her.
Magnetic personality, he thought. She was quite pretty, too. Actually, the whole group from Sunnydale California were attractive people. Strange. Ah, well. All of my friends - he glanced at Hermione, then Ron ( who was chewing again, shoulders hunched over ) - well, one of my friends is attractive. And I'm not too bad-looking myself.
She has a pretty name, he thought dreamily. Dawn.
Dawn Summers.
Dawn Potter.
Dawn Summers-Pott --
Harry scolded his mind. You're not the one who's supposed to be adding your last name to the girls. That's the girls' job.
It did sound nice, though, didn't it?
*****
" Go away, Pansy!"
Pansy looked up at Draco with big eyes. He grimaced. Pansy looked like a pug.
An ugly, blonde pug.
He could certainly understand that muggle song " Who Let The Dogs Out?" now. He just had to glance at Pansy.
He snickered to himself. He certainly had the most brains of any of the Slytherins; he was prefect, after all.
He winced at the words coming out of her mouth.
Pansy, on top of looking like a scrunch-faced dog, had a high pitched voice that bothered him to no end.
" Draco?" She pronounced his name ' Dwac - o ( was he a duck or something? he thought, irritated )
" Draco, can we go up to the astronomy tower and - "
He realized what she was saying and his face contorted. " You are sick, Parkinson! As if I'd go anywhere - especially up to the astronomy tower - with you! For the last time, leave me alone!" he snapped.
Pansy's lower lip trembled for a split second; then she recovered her Slytherin bitchiness and shot him a glare. " Fine." She got up and stalked out of the hall.
Thank Merlin she's gone, thought Draco. One more nasal word out of her mouth and -
He felt eyes on him and glanced towards the Gryffindor table.
His lips curved up slightly. She WAS watching him.
Now, there was one girl he wouldn't mind going up to the astronomy tower with.
Hermione, formerly "Mudblood" Granger.
God, she was beautiful, he reflected as she started to get up with her two bodyguards. One of which was goggling at her ( which she failed to notice ); the other at the new Summers girl. Draco didn't much care for her, but he did sense the power coming off her in waves. Actually, off of almost the entire group. Everyone - except, somewhat for the Harris guy - had some kind of supernatural power; or in his girlfriends Anyankas' case, had. Of course, every one of them minus Rosenberg and Harris were some sort of pure-blood...
But then again, he was rethinking his opinion on that whole "blood" deal.
Did ya like? Huh, huh, huh? Sorry I'm being annoying.
This is my first time writing Harry Potter fic, but I know Buffy like the back of my hand. It's easier to write, while Rowlings subtle humor will still have to be somewhat mastered. Thus the funnier Buffy stuff than HP stuff as for right now. I'm thinking about bringing the Angel gang in to help teach, too. I have it all worked out... :)
Sorry this chapter only had HP folk in it, but I wanted to get their character intros out of the way. :)
REVIEW!!!!
I'd like to thank the following peeps' who reviewed ( sorry I'm a little late! )
Dawn - Thank you! :)
Nina - Thanks; I hate leaving stories out there. I'll always finish them; I'm just so busy! :) I hope to be successful in writing
this.
Cate - Sorry! Well hey, now some more's up! :) oh, & sorry about the love u 4ever thing. I was hyper.
Lateo - Yeah, seriously. " Professor Bloody?" " Yeah, mate?" :) lol
Penny - Thanks so much!! I sort of pride myself on my descriptive stories, so that's a real compliment. :)
sailorspitsh - Any relation to Popeye? :) no, just kidding. Thanks! I'll e-mail you in a second!
nina de majia - I love Draco, too! ~ Yum ~ I especially love him w / Hermione. You'll have to wait and see about the vampire,
though. Maybe it will even be both.... Mwahahahaha!!! ;)
chelsea - Thanks! I love to be descriptive and use a lot of detail. I feel it helps you understand the story better ( less for a mind
to have to work out or imagine ) :)
Red - Thank you! Glad you enjoy it. Hope it keeps hitting the standards, or better yet...gets even better! :)