'And there's nothing more dangerous
Than a man with nothing to lose
Nothing to live for
And nothing to prove'
Dead Can Dance, 'I Can See Now'
Advocating: HARRY POTTER, characters, names and related indicia are trademark of Warner Bros. (A/N: hehehe, I got that off my Harry Potter napkins, so you can say that even my disclaimer should have a disclaimer)
A/N: it may be a bit too cheesy for me starting the story with the Potions class, like many other fanfics start, but I consider it the best way to start the story.
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Snape raised his snake-like eyes, scrutinising the students' potions. Hermione bit her lower lip, knowing that how perfect her Sleeping Potion is, Professor Snape must find something worth fixing (and taking away points).
Neville's soft whimper, who sat behind her, indicated that Snape was finished with torturing him, and next on Snape's list was her and Harry and Ron's table. Harry gave no notice after Snape pointing out that that his potion is not the exact shade and that it can take drinker into the frenzy trance instead of relaxed sleep.
-"Mr Weasley, what do you think you're doing?" - Professor Snape asked, taking away Ron's knife which he was cutting dried lavender stem with.
Hermione, with the corner of her eye noticed the sneering pale face turning automatically around to follow the event. She hated that face with those two lead-gray eyes. The face of Draco Malfoy.
-"I am cutting the lavender stem, Sir" - Ron said firmly, in a bit of sarcastic voice, like 'isn't that obvious, duffus?'. That was a big mistake.
Somewhere from back of the room was heard Goyle's moronic snickering and he said to Lavender: -"Haha Brown, Weasley is cutting YOUR stem."
-"I can see that" - Snape growled softly, turning Ron's knife downwards, the way Mike Myers does when he carries it around, -"but you are not doing it properly. Ten points off Gryffindor."
Ron said nothing. Snape just stabbed the knife into the table, in the front of Ron, turning around and walking away.
-"What does he want? Does he think we have manual about 'How To Cut Lavender?" - Ron snapped as they were walking away form Snape's classroom after the class. Somewhere from behind echoed Lavender's shrill 'HEY!', but everyone ignored her.
-"Well Weasley, that only proves that your IQ level is as pitiful as Longbottom's."
That well known smug voice said unto them. No one even had to turn around; Draco was walking behind them with his usual escort of Crabbe and Goyle.
-"At least it is still bigger than yours" - Hermione found herself snapping at the Malfoy. Harry and Ron would let Hermione deal with Malfoy because they were hoping she'll hit him again. They knew that if they started fight with him it would come up to no good due to Snape's protege of his favourite student. But Draco would have no excuse, even in front of Professor Severus Snape, if he would hit a girl.
-"Saint Mudblood, defending her mediocre friend. Tell me, does your head pop out due to the size of your oversized brain?" - he drawled smirking, his elegant black cloak swirling behind him.
-"Shove off, Malfoy" - said Harry as they entered into the Great Hall, luckily losing Malfoy somewhere on their way to the table. It was dinner.
-"This Malfoy is a real pest" - Ron snapped, sitting down and immediately pouring food into his plate.
-"Wow, thank your for informing us, Mister Obvious" - retorted Lavender Brown.
-"But he is kind of cute" - added Parvati, and it made them both giggle.
-"So immature" - said Hermione, reading her library copy of 'Black Obelisk' by E. M. Remarque. Now and then, she enjoyed dedicating herself to a bit of Muggle literature. A bit of light reading, as she would call it. To her, writers like Thomas Mann, Robert Ludlum, and Tom Clancy were 'light'.
-"Malfoy is smirking at me weirdly" - Ron broke the silence.
-"Malfoy is smirking at ME, Ron, not at you. He still thinks it's funny the fact that Slytherin finally won the Quidditch match over Gryffindor." - Harry muttered gravely, his gaze locking with Draco's, over the rows of tables, trying to kill each other with their stares.
Apparently, Slytherin won the last Gryffindor-Slytherin match. But at was all too suspicious. Before the game started, someone sneaked into the Gryffindor dressing room and put on a temporary spell onto everything to be covered with itch powder. Gryffindors, not knowing this of course, went to the field, and in the middle of the game they would be scratching themselves all over. Madam Hooch had no proof that the itching powder was set on, so she couldn't have asked for rematch.
-"Harry, you know they won only because they cheated" - Hermione glanced up from book's absorbing world of funeral home in the pre-W.W.II Germany.
-"That doesn't matter. We should have had a rematch" - Ron snapped at her, a spike of his red hair falling over his lightly freckled brow. The Weasley family was in such bad money situation that they had to save wherever they could. One of the targets was Ron's hair, they couldn't afford him haircut, and Ron didn't want to go near his mother with scissors, because last time she cut his hair, he looked like mine fields.
-"Well it is just Quidditch. You can still win the house championship, come on, we do it every year" - Hermione said, as a matter of fact. But it was an atrocious thing to say. Harry went aghast, and Ron wanted to explode.
-"It is just Quidditch? What do you mean by that?" - Ron demanded, trying to keep his outraged voice down.
-"Ron I am sorry I didn't mean..." - Hermione said on verge of tears.
-"It is just Quidditch" - Ron repeated mimickin girl's voice.
-"Ron, come down, I think you're overreacting" - Harry pulled his friend for his sleeve, but Hermione was sure that reaction inside of Harry was ever worse than Ron's.
-"I think I'll go to sleep" - Ron said, walking away from the table.
-"Ron, it's only..." - Hermione cried.
-"I think I'll go with him" - added Harry and left.
Hermione didn't go after them, but sat at the table, reading, and eating an uncontrollable amount of food.
-"Hermione, I think you're putting too much sauce onto your mashed potatoes. You don't want to be fat, do you?" - Parvati's voice sceeched, as her and Lavender were leaving the table.
Hermione just shrugged her shoulders, continuing to read her book and consume her over-sauced mashed potato.
She decided to leave the table when she realised that only other people left were Filch, who would usually consume the food after majority left the Great Hall (letting Mrs Norris eat out of his plate), and Hagrid, who was working on the steaks.
Putting everything in her bag, Hermione went away, heading towards the Gryffindor tower. Deciding to take the longer route, she passed bunch of the unknown passes. As she was just entering through he nicely elaborated room, with swords held by the ar mour exposed, she heard some voice. Too late she released that the voice belonged to no one else than Draco Malfoy.
-"...Father says I am still to young to have my own sword" - he was talking animatedly to Crabbe and Goyle, swaying the sword around, like he was beheading someone - "but I must disagree with him, I am fifteen, you know. When I was twelve, he promised me he'll get me a sword when I am able to hold it with no problems, because swords are realy heavy... but now he is like, 'you don't need it' and 'what do you need it for'... I think that if I am nice to Mother, she'll end up buying one to me... but that would make Father angry... oh, the Mudblood Granger. Care to join me in my fencing practice?" - Draco said, noting her trying to sneak without him noticing, and putting the tip of the sword on the floor.
-"I think I'll pass" - she said scornfully.
-"Do you think that if I decapitate her, anyone will notice?" - Draco said, holding suddenly the shaper tip of his sword was an inch away from Hermione's neck, and she dropped her bag on the floor. Crabbe and Goyle, traditionally laughed stupidly.
-"One less Mudblood... no one would care" - Draco said softly taking Hermione around her waist from behind, and putting the blade of the sword over her neck. If she wasn't so scared from Draco, she could smell his strong perfume, feel his body over hers, enjoy his breath on the back of her neck. Draco, like his father, enjoyed other people suffering.
-"Draco let me go" - said Hermione quietly.
-"Deal... but only if dead" - he hissed, laughing shrilly.
Sadistically, he drove the blade to her neck, and instead of cutting her, he quickly pushed her away from herself, and she fell into the hands of Crabbe and Goyle who took firm hold of her. He walked to her, wearing only white shirt, black pants, and black boots. If she wasn't so scared from Draco, she would take notice how hot he actually appeared.
-"What do you want to do with me?" - she cried.
-"Remember in our third year... you hit me" - he sneered, looking at the long blade of his sword.
-"You were a real ass" - she retorted.
-"You never hit Draco Malfoy and get away with it" - he said into her face. Crabbe and Goyle were still holding her, not moving.
-"Oh come on, are you a donkey and have to get revenge for EVERYTHING?" - she said, gathering back some of her courage, and trying to get away from Crabbe and Goyle.
-"Something like that... you can even imagine what I have in store for your lovers, Potter and Weasley..."
-"What are you going to do with me? You won't get away with this?" - she snapped.
-"Oh nothing... don't worry, I know will tell someone if I try to harm you... that is why I prefer back-stabbing people without them knowing it was me... but please, allow me to tell you what would I do with Potter and Weasley" - he drawled, putting his sword back to the armour where it belonged at, and turning to Hermione.
-"Potter... he is an annoying little fly... I would let leaches suck blood of him, than cut over his body with razors... but he is still the famous Harry Potter, and it would be pity that his precious flesh is ruined... I would kill him by poising him with arsenic... have you ever seen movie 'Queen Margot'? I did, even though I have a strict policy against Muggle stuff, this movie was remarkable... nevertheless, the King of France accidentally got poisoned with arsenic... he died in worst suffering... he ended up sweating blood..."
-"Draco, you are mad" - she said feebly.
-"No, no, no, please don't say that. I am perfectly sane, I am just a bit a sadist... I really don't know who did I get it from..."
'I guess it's running in the family' Hermione thought sarcastically.
-"Don't think ill of me. I would not really do all that to your friend... I would just let him go, like I am letting you go..." - he said innocently. Crabbe and Goyle immediately released her.
-"Have a nice day. Mudblood" - Draco said, shooing her away. Hermione picked up her bag and went to the Gryffindor Common Room.
'Bumblebee' was Gryffindor password. Hermione went inside. 'Harry and Ron sleeping, right' she thought. They were sitting at the table, talking animatedly to each other. She knew what they were doing, their amusing Divination homework. She wondered who is going to get raped by the hord of veelas this time... last time it was Ron...
She thought, as she was going upstairs that they called after her, but she didn't care. They really upset her at the table. 'Stupid Quidditch....'
And Draco upset her even more. He is one little cocky prick. 'Father says I am still too young to have my own sword' was playing inside her head. And it caused her to slam the door that the hinges shook.
-"Calm down" - said Parvati, green mask over her face. Her famous cucumbers mix for face...
-"I am going to kill him" - Hermione snapped, sitting down at the bed.
-"Kill who dear?" - asked Lavender from the vanity table.
-"I shall slice his little pale body in half after I pull all his silver-blond hair out of his head, and throw it into Pansy Parkinson's mouth, when she loves him so much" - Hermi one was saying.
-"Oh... why would you want to kill Draco Malfoy?" - Parvati jumped, blinking. She was a bit funny in her white bathing robes, her hair in a towel, and her face covered in green mask.
-"How did you know it was Draco Malfoy?" - Hermione snapped, looking at her.
-"We all know who has pale skin and sexy silver-blond hair in our school, m'dear" - shrugged Lavender combing her dark blond hair.
-"Why do you want to kill him?" - Parvati said, jumping on Hermione's bed. Hermione knew they won't leave her alone until she told them everything.
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'What do we do for love, always happens for that side of good and bad'.
Friedrich Nietzsche
Than a man with nothing to lose
Nothing to live for
And nothing to prove'
Dead Can Dance, 'I Can See Now'
Advocating: HARRY POTTER, characters, names and related indicia are trademark of Warner Bros. (A/N: hehehe, I got that off my Harry Potter napkins, so you can say that even my disclaimer should have a disclaimer)
A/N: it may be a bit too cheesy for me starting the story with the Potions class, like many other fanfics start, but I consider it the best way to start the story.
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Snape raised his snake-like eyes, scrutinising the students' potions. Hermione bit her lower lip, knowing that how perfect her Sleeping Potion is, Professor Snape must find something worth fixing (and taking away points).
Neville's soft whimper, who sat behind her, indicated that Snape was finished with torturing him, and next on Snape's list was her and Harry and Ron's table. Harry gave no notice after Snape pointing out that that his potion is not the exact shade and that it can take drinker into the frenzy trance instead of relaxed sleep.
-"Mr Weasley, what do you think you're doing?" - Professor Snape asked, taking away Ron's knife which he was cutting dried lavender stem with.
Hermione, with the corner of her eye noticed the sneering pale face turning automatically around to follow the event. She hated that face with those two lead-gray eyes. The face of Draco Malfoy.
-"I am cutting the lavender stem, Sir" - Ron said firmly, in a bit of sarcastic voice, like 'isn't that obvious, duffus?'. That was a big mistake.
Somewhere from back of the room was heard Goyle's moronic snickering and he said to Lavender: -"Haha Brown, Weasley is cutting YOUR stem."
-"I can see that" - Snape growled softly, turning Ron's knife downwards, the way Mike Myers does when he carries it around, -"but you are not doing it properly. Ten points off Gryffindor."
Ron said nothing. Snape just stabbed the knife into the table, in the front of Ron, turning around and walking away.
-"What does he want? Does he think we have manual about 'How To Cut Lavender?" - Ron snapped as they were walking away form Snape's classroom after the class. Somewhere from behind echoed Lavender's shrill 'HEY!', but everyone ignored her.
-"Well Weasley, that only proves that your IQ level is as pitiful as Longbottom's."
That well known smug voice said unto them. No one even had to turn around; Draco was walking behind them with his usual escort of Crabbe and Goyle.
-"At least it is still bigger than yours" - Hermione found herself snapping at the Malfoy. Harry and Ron would let Hermione deal with Malfoy because they were hoping she'll hit him again. They knew that if they started fight with him it would come up to no good due to Snape's protege of his favourite student. But Draco would have no excuse, even in front of Professor Severus Snape, if he would hit a girl.
-"Saint Mudblood, defending her mediocre friend. Tell me, does your head pop out due to the size of your oversized brain?" - he drawled smirking, his elegant black cloak swirling behind him.
-"Shove off, Malfoy" - said Harry as they entered into the Great Hall, luckily losing Malfoy somewhere on their way to the table. It was dinner.
-"This Malfoy is a real pest" - Ron snapped, sitting down and immediately pouring food into his plate.
-"Wow, thank your for informing us, Mister Obvious" - retorted Lavender Brown.
-"But he is kind of cute" - added Parvati, and it made them both giggle.
-"So immature" - said Hermione, reading her library copy of 'Black Obelisk' by E. M. Remarque. Now and then, she enjoyed dedicating herself to a bit of Muggle literature. A bit of light reading, as she would call it. To her, writers like Thomas Mann, Robert Ludlum, and Tom Clancy were 'light'.
-"Malfoy is smirking at me weirdly" - Ron broke the silence.
-"Malfoy is smirking at ME, Ron, not at you. He still thinks it's funny the fact that Slytherin finally won the Quidditch match over Gryffindor." - Harry muttered gravely, his gaze locking with Draco's, over the rows of tables, trying to kill each other with their stares.
Apparently, Slytherin won the last Gryffindor-Slytherin match. But at was all too suspicious. Before the game started, someone sneaked into the Gryffindor dressing room and put on a temporary spell onto everything to be covered with itch powder. Gryffindors, not knowing this of course, went to the field, and in the middle of the game they would be scratching themselves all over. Madam Hooch had no proof that the itching powder was set on, so she couldn't have asked for rematch.
-"Harry, you know they won only because they cheated" - Hermione glanced up from book's absorbing world of funeral home in the pre-W.W.II Germany.
-"That doesn't matter. We should have had a rematch" - Ron snapped at her, a spike of his red hair falling over his lightly freckled brow. The Weasley family was in such bad money situation that they had to save wherever they could. One of the targets was Ron's hair, they couldn't afford him haircut, and Ron didn't want to go near his mother with scissors, because last time she cut his hair, he looked like mine fields.
-"Well it is just Quidditch. You can still win the house championship, come on, we do it every year" - Hermione said, as a matter of fact. But it was an atrocious thing to say. Harry went aghast, and Ron wanted to explode.
-"It is just Quidditch? What do you mean by that?" - Ron demanded, trying to keep his outraged voice down.
-"Ron I am sorry I didn't mean..." - Hermione said on verge of tears.
-"It is just Quidditch" - Ron repeated mimickin girl's voice.
-"Ron, come down, I think you're overreacting" - Harry pulled his friend for his sleeve, but Hermione was sure that reaction inside of Harry was ever worse than Ron's.
-"I think I'll go to sleep" - Ron said, walking away from the table.
-"Ron, it's only..." - Hermione cried.
-"I think I'll go with him" - added Harry and left.
Hermione didn't go after them, but sat at the table, reading, and eating an uncontrollable amount of food.
-"Hermione, I think you're putting too much sauce onto your mashed potatoes. You don't want to be fat, do you?" - Parvati's voice sceeched, as her and Lavender were leaving the table.
Hermione just shrugged her shoulders, continuing to read her book and consume her over-sauced mashed potato.
She decided to leave the table when she realised that only other people left were Filch, who would usually consume the food after majority left the Great Hall (letting Mrs Norris eat out of his plate), and Hagrid, who was working on the steaks.
Putting everything in her bag, Hermione went away, heading towards the Gryffindor tower. Deciding to take the longer route, she passed bunch of the unknown passes. As she was just entering through he nicely elaborated room, with swords held by the ar mour exposed, she heard some voice. Too late she released that the voice belonged to no one else than Draco Malfoy.
-"...Father says I am still to young to have my own sword" - he was talking animatedly to Crabbe and Goyle, swaying the sword around, like he was beheading someone - "but I must disagree with him, I am fifteen, you know. When I was twelve, he promised me he'll get me a sword when I am able to hold it with no problems, because swords are realy heavy... but now he is like, 'you don't need it' and 'what do you need it for'... I think that if I am nice to Mother, she'll end up buying one to me... but that would make Father angry... oh, the Mudblood Granger. Care to join me in my fencing practice?" - Draco said, noting her trying to sneak without him noticing, and putting the tip of the sword on the floor.
-"I think I'll pass" - she said scornfully.
-"Do you think that if I decapitate her, anyone will notice?" - Draco said, holding suddenly the shaper tip of his sword was an inch away from Hermione's neck, and she dropped her bag on the floor. Crabbe and Goyle, traditionally laughed stupidly.
-"One less Mudblood... no one would care" - Draco said softly taking Hermione around her waist from behind, and putting the blade of the sword over her neck. If she wasn't so scared from Draco, she could smell his strong perfume, feel his body over hers, enjoy his breath on the back of her neck. Draco, like his father, enjoyed other people suffering.
-"Draco let me go" - said Hermione quietly.
-"Deal... but only if dead" - he hissed, laughing shrilly.
Sadistically, he drove the blade to her neck, and instead of cutting her, he quickly pushed her away from herself, and she fell into the hands of Crabbe and Goyle who took firm hold of her. He walked to her, wearing only white shirt, black pants, and black boots. If she wasn't so scared from Draco, she would take notice how hot he actually appeared.
-"What do you want to do with me?" - she cried.
-"Remember in our third year... you hit me" - he sneered, looking at the long blade of his sword.
-"You were a real ass" - she retorted.
-"You never hit Draco Malfoy and get away with it" - he said into her face. Crabbe and Goyle were still holding her, not moving.
-"Oh come on, are you a donkey and have to get revenge for EVERYTHING?" - she said, gathering back some of her courage, and trying to get away from Crabbe and Goyle.
-"Something like that... you can even imagine what I have in store for your lovers, Potter and Weasley..."
-"What are you going to do with me? You won't get away with this?" - she snapped.
-"Oh nothing... don't worry, I know will tell someone if I try to harm you... that is why I prefer back-stabbing people without them knowing it was me... but please, allow me to tell you what would I do with Potter and Weasley" - he drawled, putting his sword back to the armour where it belonged at, and turning to Hermione.
-"Potter... he is an annoying little fly... I would let leaches suck blood of him, than cut over his body with razors... but he is still the famous Harry Potter, and it would be pity that his precious flesh is ruined... I would kill him by poising him with arsenic... have you ever seen movie 'Queen Margot'? I did, even though I have a strict policy against Muggle stuff, this movie was remarkable... nevertheless, the King of France accidentally got poisoned with arsenic... he died in worst suffering... he ended up sweating blood..."
-"Draco, you are mad" - she said feebly.
-"No, no, no, please don't say that. I am perfectly sane, I am just a bit a sadist... I really don't know who did I get it from..."
'I guess it's running in the family' Hermione thought sarcastically.
-"Don't think ill of me. I would not really do all that to your friend... I would just let him go, like I am letting you go..." - he said innocently. Crabbe and Goyle immediately released her.
-"Have a nice day. Mudblood" - Draco said, shooing her away. Hermione picked up her bag and went to the Gryffindor Common Room.
'Bumblebee' was Gryffindor password. Hermione went inside. 'Harry and Ron sleeping, right' she thought. They were sitting at the table, talking animatedly to each other. She knew what they were doing, their amusing Divination homework. She wondered who is going to get raped by the hord of veelas this time... last time it was Ron...
She thought, as she was going upstairs that they called after her, but she didn't care. They really upset her at the table. 'Stupid Quidditch....'
And Draco upset her even more. He is one little cocky prick. 'Father says I am still too young to have my own sword' was playing inside her head. And it caused her to slam the door that the hinges shook.
-"Calm down" - said Parvati, green mask over her face. Her famous cucumbers mix for face...
-"I am going to kill him" - Hermione snapped, sitting down at the bed.
-"Kill who dear?" - asked Lavender from the vanity table.
-"I shall slice his little pale body in half after I pull all his silver-blond hair out of his head, and throw it into Pansy Parkinson's mouth, when she loves him so much" - Hermi one was saying.
-"Oh... why would you want to kill Draco Malfoy?" - Parvati jumped, blinking. She was a bit funny in her white bathing robes, her hair in a towel, and her face covered in green mask.
-"How did you know it was Draco Malfoy?" - Hermione snapped, looking at her.
-"We all know who has pale skin and sexy silver-blond hair in our school, m'dear" - shrugged Lavender combing her dark blond hair.
-"Why do you want to kill him?" - Parvati said, jumping on Hermione's bed. Hermione knew they won't leave her alone until she told them everything.
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'What do we do for love, always happens for that side of good and bad'.
Friedrich Nietzsche