"Gin- Ms. Weasley. Mr. Malfoy. May I ask what the two of you are doing
standing in the middle of my doorway. And why is it so quite in here? Is
something the matter?"
Draco heard Mr. Phillips talk but he couldn't remove his eyes from where they were focused. Ginny, however, could. "Umm. Yea," she said turning her head back to the front of the class. "Actually no. things have just gotten a million times better."
"How so? Can you two pleas go to your seats NOW? Everyone please remove your American Inventions, Games and Pop book?" the professor asked as he walked behind Malfoy towards the front of the classroom. After reaching his podium he looked back at the class. "Turn to page- Ms. Granger?" it was Professor Stephen Phillips time to look like a shocked kinder gardener and stare.
"Umm. That is not in my textbook sir," Colin called out. The class immediately irrupted in laughter.
"I suppose not. Well. Then what about page 480? Today's lesson will be on 'Broadway: the road to Musicals'." The rest of class continued like nothing had happened. The rest of Hermione's classes followed in the same suit. she hadn't been at lunch to experience the full flow of students rampaging her. Luckily, she was turning in all of her late homework. She may have been depressed, but she was still Hermione Granger. And Harry had been sliding nightly work under her door.
Unfortunately, she had to attend dinner. "Oh it is just a dinner. You can do it. You can't avoid everyone forever. They didn't do this to you. Harry and Ginny and Ron miss you. Let's go Hermione." Hermione prepped herself into walking into the Great Hall. She took a final deep breath and then stepped out a side hall and briefly crossed the Entrance Hall and into the Great Hall. Suddenly, the hall went quite. She made a shy smile and strode to where Harry and Ron were making a seat for her. "Hey guys. Anyone miss me?" The second she said it she knew everyone truly missed her because the whole table erupted at once. During the evening even Hufferpuffs and Ravenclaws came to show their appreciation of her being back.
~.:Draco' POV:.~
Blaise was telling me about how the new SkyRyders were able to outlast even the Spanish Loca (the broom Harry fuckin Potter got in the end of 5th year). Then she walked in. I don't know how to explain it. She looked like she hadn't seen the light of day and was suddenly blessed with life. I can't say I liked it but it was an improvement. "Almost looks beautiful, huh?" Blaise asked me after she found a seat in between her perfect boyfriends. I can honestly say I am happy they won't be coming in every night. I could have killed their perfect arses a couple of times.
"Sure. If she wasn't a lousy insane Mudblood."
"They're not that bad Draco. Remember my sister is a half-blood and her husband is a Mudblood. And he is Head of International Communications at the Ministry."
"That just shows the flaws in the system. But I guess as long as they aren't contagious. I never want to be tainted with that imperfection."
"Hehe. Man, you're just like your father."
'oh good for me,' Draco thought,' my father is exactly who I want to be like. NOT. That arsewhole. Who wants to be an abusive husband and father who is the head servant to a weak ghost of a person who they call the Dark Lord. Hell. No wonder Potty was able to beat his arse. That man may be cold as ice, but he's stupid. Who does he think he will be leading once he kills all them Muds? I'm not even that dumb. Of course my father is. Of course he doesn't know what lovely little surprise he'll get soon.'
"…better than Pansy." Blaise said. I guess I stopped listening to him for a while.
"What did you say?"
"I said she is hella hot now that I take a second look at her. She is way better than Pansy."
"Whatever. You think bucktooth, bush hair, googly eyed, bony Granger is hot?" i glanced up from my plate and looked across the Hall. There was Granger surrounded by a bunch of Gryffindors, Hufferpuffs, and Ravenclaws. Anna Habott had apparently said something funny and Granger was laughing. Now that i noticed it, her teeth weren't so big. And her eyes weren't googly (they never were) but rather beautiful, intense, deep. Professor Dumbledore had walked up to the group and he was escorting Hermione out of the Great Hall. Granger's body also wasn't so bad. She wasn't bony, yet not fat. She had just the right amount of curves, just enough to make her almost perfect. And her hair had calmed down. A LOT. It was a brown and glowed red, and so straight that it was amazing that the ends curled. I was entranced. And it scared me. And I can't take my eyes off her.
"I'll catch up with you later, Blaise." I say as I rush out towards my room.
~.:normal pov:.~
Things felt so much better now that Hermione had left her room. The whole school felt a burden lifted off her shoulder. Hermione was finishing a conversation when she saw Draco run out of the Great Hall towards what looked like the Head Dormitories. "Yes. Professor I'll be happy to save you a dance at tomorrow's ball. Umm. I'm sorry. But I must run now. I think I need to catch up on some essays."
"oh yes. I'll leave you to your studying." The headmaster winked when he said studying and walked off. Hermione had no time to wonder what the wink was about. Instead she just ran after Malfoy.
She didn't catch up with him until he was about to shut the portrait of an angel in Hermione's face. 'What's the rush Malfoy?"
"Why should care Mudblood? Were you chasing me?"
"Well. I saw you run and I was worried."
"Worried? Huh. Why would I want filth like you worrying about me? Hell knows I would never think twice about you." Draco drawled in that infamous dark, if not deathly sexy, voice. Sadly, Hermione had the perfect comeback.
"So pounding on my door for an hour yelling, 'How am I supposed to go on without you?' is not a bit worried?" she replied using his trademark smirk.
"I meant how was I supposed to carry the Head Duties without you."
"Whatever. So why were you in a rush Malfoy?"
"None of your business Mudblood."
"If you fucking call me that horrid name one more time…" Hermione had lost her smirk and was not shooting glares that could kill at Malfoy. Draco suddenly lost his voice and became drowned in the depths of those eyes.
"*ahem* umm. Why don't *ahem* mind your own business and I'll *ahem* stop calling you that."
"Are you okay Malfoy? You look kind of sick."
Draco turned his head and blinked a bunch of times. "I said don't worry," Draco called as he ran to the bathroom. Once the door was closed he rushed to the toilet to lose his dinner. The thought of thinking Granger was probably the sexiest girl in Hogwarts was enough to make Draco sick, obviously.
Hermione just let Draco walk off. 'He must be sick.' She thought as she went to work on her mask.
Draco heard Mr. Phillips talk but he couldn't remove his eyes from where they were focused. Ginny, however, could. "Umm. Yea," she said turning her head back to the front of the class. "Actually no. things have just gotten a million times better."
"How so? Can you two pleas go to your seats NOW? Everyone please remove your American Inventions, Games and Pop book?" the professor asked as he walked behind Malfoy towards the front of the classroom. After reaching his podium he looked back at the class. "Turn to page- Ms. Granger?" it was Professor Stephen Phillips time to look like a shocked kinder gardener and stare.
"Umm. That is not in my textbook sir," Colin called out. The class immediately irrupted in laughter.
"I suppose not. Well. Then what about page 480? Today's lesson will be on 'Broadway: the road to Musicals'." The rest of class continued like nothing had happened. The rest of Hermione's classes followed in the same suit. she hadn't been at lunch to experience the full flow of students rampaging her. Luckily, she was turning in all of her late homework. She may have been depressed, but she was still Hermione Granger. And Harry had been sliding nightly work under her door.
Unfortunately, she had to attend dinner. "Oh it is just a dinner. You can do it. You can't avoid everyone forever. They didn't do this to you. Harry and Ginny and Ron miss you. Let's go Hermione." Hermione prepped herself into walking into the Great Hall. She took a final deep breath and then stepped out a side hall and briefly crossed the Entrance Hall and into the Great Hall. Suddenly, the hall went quite. She made a shy smile and strode to where Harry and Ron were making a seat for her. "Hey guys. Anyone miss me?" The second she said it she knew everyone truly missed her because the whole table erupted at once. During the evening even Hufferpuffs and Ravenclaws came to show their appreciation of her being back.
~.:Draco' POV:.~
Blaise was telling me about how the new SkyRyders were able to outlast even the Spanish Loca (the broom Harry fuckin Potter got in the end of 5th year). Then she walked in. I don't know how to explain it. She looked like she hadn't seen the light of day and was suddenly blessed with life. I can't say I liked it but it was an improvement. "Almost looks beautiful, huh?" Blaise asked me after she found a seat in between her perfect boyfriends. I can honestly say I am happy they won't be coming in every night. I could have killed their perfect arses a couple of times.
"Sure. If she wasn't a lousy insane Mudblood."
"They're not that bad Draco. Remember my sister is a half-blood and her husband is a Mudblood. And he is Head of International Communications at the Ministry."
"That just shows the flaws in the system. But I guess as long as they aren't contagious. I never want to be tainted with that imperfection."
"Hehe. Man, you're just like your father."
'oh good for me,' Draco thought,' my father is exactly who I want to be like. NOT. That arsewhole. Who wants to be an abusive husband and father who is the head servant to a weak ghost of a person who they call the Dark Lord. Hell. No wonder Potty was able to beat his arse. That man may be cold as ice, but he's stupid. Who does he think he will be leading once he kills all them Muds? I'm not even that dumb. Of course my father is. Of course he doesn't know what lovely little surprise he'll get soon.'
"…better than Pansy." Blaise said. I guess I stopped listening to him for a while.
"What did you say?"
"I said she is hella hot now that I take a second look at her. She is way better than Pansy."
"Whatever. You think bucktooth, bush hair, googly eyed, bony Granger is hot?" i glanced up from my plate and looked across the Hall. There was Granger surrounded by a bunch of Gryffindors, Hufferpuffs, and Ravenclaws. Anna Habott had apparently said something funny and Granger was laughing. Now that i noticed it, her teeth weren't so big. And her eyes weren't googly (they never were) but rather beautiful, intense, deep. Professor Dumbledore had walked up to the group and he was escorting Hermione out of the Great Hall. Granger's body also wasn't so bad. She wasn't bony, yet not fat. She had just the right amount of curves, just enough to make her almost perfect. And her hair had calmed down. A LOT. It was a brown and glowed red, and so straight that it was amazing that the ends curled. I was entranced. And it scared me. And I can't take my eyes off her.
"I'll catch up with you later, Blaise." I say as I rush out towards my room.
~.:normal pov:.~
Things felt so much better now that Hermione had left her room. The whole school felt a burden lifted off her shoulder. Hermione was finishing a conversation when she saw Draco run out of the Great Hall towards what looked like the Head Dormitories. "Yes. Professor I'll be happy to save you a dance at tomorrow's ball. Umm. I'm sorry. But I must run now. I think I need to catch up on some essays."
"oh yes. I'll leave you to your studying." The headmaster winked when he said studying and walked off. Hermione had no time to wonder what the wink was about. Instead she just ran after Malfoy.
She didn't catch up with him until he was about to shut the portrait of an angel in Hermione's face. 'What's the rush Malfoy?"
"Why should care Mudblood? Were you chasing me?"
"Well. I saw you run and I was worried."
"Worried? Huh. Why would I want filth like you worrying about me? Hell knows I would never think twice about you." Draco drawled in that infamous dark, if not deathly sexy, voice. Sadly, Hermione had the perfect comeback.
"So pounding on my door for an hour yelling, 'How am I supposed to go on without you?' is not a bit worried?" she replied using his trademark smirk.
"I meant how was I supposed to carry the Head Duties without you."
"Whatever. So why were you in a rush Malfoy?"
"None of your business Mudblood."
"If you fucking call me that horrid name one more time…" Hermione had lost her smirk and was not shooting glares that could kill at Malfoy. Draco suddenly lost his voice and became drowned in the depths of those eyes.
"*ahem* umm. Why don't *ahem* mind your own business and I'll *ahem* stop calling you that."
"Are you okay Malfoy? You look kind of sick."
Draco turned his head and blinked a bunch of times. "I said don't worry," Draco called as he ran to the bathroom. Once the door was closed he rushed to the toilet to lose his dinner. The thought of thinking Granger was probably the sexiest girl in Hogwarts was enough to make Draco sick, obviously.
Hermione just let Draco walk off. 'He must be sick.' She thought as she went to work on her mask.