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I was in a really big Harry Potter mood today, so here's chapter 2!!!
Chapter 2- The First Kiss
Hermione pushed open the doors of the Great Hall. She blew off a strand of hair that had landed on her forehead. The doors slammed behind her, and a hand grabbed her shoulder.
"BLOODY HELL!" She yelled and jumped three feet into the air. She spun around only to find herself looking into the eyes of Crabbe. Goyle was standing two feet behind him.
"What the hell is wrong with you! Can't you see that I am a sensitive creature! I can't handle this! I'm under too much stress! ARGH!" She sighed deeply and stared at the couple. "What do you two want?"
Crabbe and Goyle seemed a bit taken aback by this sudden outburst. Goyle scratched his head, and cleared his throat a couple of times.
"Oh I see, embarrassed to talk to a Mudblood?" Hermione questioned, pushing one eyebrow up.
"No." Crabbe finally answered, "We need you to do us a favor"
"Well then, out with it." Hermione was surprised she said this, because the last thing she needed was to do something for a bunch of Slytherins.
"Ok so you know Malfoy right? Well he wants to be a girl for Halloween. He needs girl's clothes? Get it? Girl- you, Malfoy- needs your clothes." Goyle mumbled.
Hermione burst out laughing. She couldn't help it. In her mind she pictured a girl Draco, suffering from hot flashes every month. Goyle looked hurt, and turned slightly the color of Ron's hair.
"Why does he need my clothes? Why not borrow some from his never-ending supply of sex buddies?" Hermione managed to say at last. It was common knowledge to all students that Draco was the biggest stud in the school. Hermione found it quite suprising that he wanted her clothes.
"Well, you will just have to speak to him about that. He wanted your clothes, and what Draco wants, Draco gets." Goyle stated.
"OH, well in that case, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I don't feel like giving my clothes to a Death-Eater-to-be. And what Hermione wants, Hermione gets!" Hermione smirked with content as she turned on her heel and walked on to her next class. Well done Hermione! Well done! She congradulated herself, as she arrived into Professor Snape's classroom. Piercing eyes followed her as she took her seat, pulled back her hair, and grabbed a piece of paper from her friend.
"Psstt. Harry! Over here!" Neville called over to Harry. "Do you want to work with me on the potions project?" He mouthed. Harry wrinkled his brow and pretended that he didn't understand a word Neville was saying. He shook his head franticly and made large hand movements to signal that he had no idea what was going on.
"Something wrong Mr. Potter?" Snape muttered icily. "You seem to be very active today. In that case, please cut up all of Mr. Malfoy's snake eyes."
Harry rolled his eyes and sighed as he moved over to wear Malfoy was sitting. In the meantime, Hermione was cutting up her own snake eyes. She found this extremely revolting, and closed her eyes while doing it. This turned out to be not the best method, because the knife often her hands instead of the eyes. So Hermione had to look at the eyes while cutting them.
"Hello Granger." A cold voice broke her concentration. Hermione look up into silvery cold eyes, and found them drilling into her own.
"What the fuck do you want Malfoy?" She wiped her brow with her elbow, trying hard not to get any of the muck from the eyes on her face.
"I wanna get in your pants girl!" Malfoy replied as his eyes narrowed and stared at her.
"Er. Excuse me?"
"What size are those?"
"Er. I. th-think its-" she stuttered as she turned bright red and dropped her knife. She bent down to pick it up and realized that was not the right thing to do, because Malfoy grabbed her pants to look at the tag. She let out a yelp and hit his head with her elbow by accident.
"ONLY I HAVE THE RIGHT TO KNOW WHAT'S IN MY PANTS!" she yelled loudly. Snape stared at her with a surprised look on his face.
Malfoy and Hermione stood up slowly, to find the whole class staring at them. Malfoy's hand was on Hermione's waist. It feels nice to have someone hold you like that Hermione thought. Then she slapped herself.
"SHAME ON YOU HERMIONE!" she yelled at her hand. The class, including Snape and Malfoy stared at her in complete surprise.
"I- I'm sorry. I just had to uh, clean off some slime from my face, you know the eyes are a bit gross, no offence Proffesor." She felt her face heat up.
"Please continue on class. Granger, Malfoy, see me after class." Snape said. He sounded weird, like he had just been on a roller coaster.
"Size 1 eh?" Malfoy whispered to her. "I think I'll fit into those. You seem surprised. Didn't Goyle tell you I was wearing your clothes?"
"Ok Malfoy get one thing straight here! I will never ever let you touch me again! I know I may seem like a lowly Mudblood but I know some things that you wouldn't even dream of. DON'T ever, mess with me again." She said all of this very slowly in quitly, in a low voice. The way she said it made Malfoy laugh.
"You suck at comebacks Granger, you really do. Seeing as we probably have detention tonight, bring some clothes. We'll switch. Oh get the look off your face, I'm sure I can fit into your clothing."
With that, class ended.
"Granger, you have disrupted my class for the last time. You will serve detention for the next two months with Malfoy. Yes Malfoy! Don't' look like you have never been to a detention before. You will meet at 9:00 here. No wands! You are dismissed." Snape walked away from the pair as they gaped at him.
"TWO MONTHS! TWO FUCKING MONTHS!!! IS HE OUT OF HIS MIND?!" Hermione dropped her books and stomped her foot in rage. Her hair came undone and she looked redder then Ron's hair.
"No! you don't even understand Malfoy. Its like FLAMES! FLAMES COME OUT OF MY HEAD RIGHT NOW! AND IT IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" Hermione's hair was all over the place as she waved her hands around in rage.
Malfoy stepped up close to her and grabbed her hands, pulling them down.
"Shh. calm down Hermione." He said silkily. He was dangerously close to her.
"Wh-what did you just call me?" She asked in almost a whisper as she came even closer to him.
"Hermione, your name." He could feel her breathe on his lips. This was too much for him. He drew his head closer to her and pressed his lips against hers.
Chapter 2- The First Kiss
Hermione pushed open the doors of the Great Hall. She blew off a strand of hair that had landed on her forehead. The doors slammed behind her, and a hand grabbed her shoulder.
"BLOODY HELL!" She yelled and jumped three feet into the air. She spun around only to find herself looking into the eyes of Crabbe. Goyle was standing two feet behind him.
"What the hell is wrong with you! Can't you see that I am a sensitive creature! I can't handle this! I'm under too much stress! ARGH!" She sighed deeply and stared at the couple. "What do you two want?"
Crabbe and Goyle seemed a bit taken aback by this sudden outburst. Goyle scratched his head, and cleared his throat a couple of times.
"Oh I see, embarrassed to talk to a Mudblood?" Hermione questioned, pushing one eyebrow up.
"No." Crabbe finally answered, "We need you to do us a favor"
"Well then, out with it." Hermione was surprised she said this, because the last thing she needed was to do something for a bunch of Slytherins.
"Ok so you know Malfoy right? Well he wants to be a girl for Halloween. He needs girl's clothes? Get it? Girl- you, Malfoy- needs your clothes." Goyle mumbled.
Hermione burst out laughing. She couldn't help it. In her mind she pictured a girl Draco, suffering from hot flashes every month. Goyle looked hurt, and turned slightly the color of Ron's hair.
"Why does he need my clothes? Why not borrow some from his never-ending supply of sex buddies?" Hermione managed to say at last. It was common knowledge to all students that Draco was the biggest stud in the school. Hermione found it quite suprising that he wanted her clothes.
"Well, you will just have to speak to him about that. He wanted your clothes, and what Draco wants, Draco gets." Goyle stated.
"OH, well in that case, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I don't feel like giving my clothes to a Death-Eater-to-be. And what Hermione wants, Hermione gets!" Hermione smirked with content as she turned on her heel and walked on to her next class. Well done Hermione! Well done! She congradulated herself, as she arrived into Professor Snape's classroom. Piercing eyes followed her as she took her seat, pulled back her hair, and grabbed a piece of paper from her friend.
"Psstt. Harry! Over here!" Neville called over to Harry. "Do you want to work with me on the potions project?" He mouthed. Harry wrinkled his brow and pretended that he didn't understand a word Neville was saying. He shook his head franticly and made large hand movements to signal that he had no idea what was going on.
"Something wrong Mr. Potter?" Snape muttered icily. "You seem to be very active today. In that case, please cut up all of Mr. Malfoy's snake eyes."
Harry rolled his eyes and sighed as he moved over to wear Malfoy was sitting. In the meantime, Hermione was cutting up her own snake eyes. She found this extremely revolting, and closed her eyes while doing it. This turned out to be not the best method, because the knife often her hands instead of the eyes. So Hermione had to look at the eyes while cutting them.
"Hello Granger." A cold voice broke her concentration. Hermione look up into silvery cold eyes, and found them drilling into her own.
"What the fuck do you want Malfoy?" She wiped her brow with her elbow, trying hard not to get any of the muck from the eyes on her face.
"I wanna get in your pants girl!" Malfoy replied as his eyes narrowed and stared at her.
"Er. Excuse me?"
"What size are those?"
"Er. I. th-think its-" she stuttered as she turned bright red and dropped her knife. She bent down to pick it up and realized that was not the right thing to do, because Malfoy grabbed her pants to look at the tag. She let out a yelp and hit his head with her elbow by accident.
"ONLY I HAVE THE RIGHT TO KNOW WHAT'S IN MY PANTS!" she yelled loudly. Snape stared at her with a surprised look on his face.
Malfoy and Hermione stood up slowly, to find the whole class staring at them. Malfoy's hand was on Hermione's waist. It feels nice to have someone hold you like that Hermione thought. Then she slapped herself.
"SHAME ON YOU HERMIONE!" she yelled at her hand. The class, including Snape and Malfoy stared at her in complete surprise.
"I- I'm sorry. I just had to uh, clean off some slime from my face, you know the eyes are a bit gross, no offence Proffesor." She felt her face heat up.
"Please continue on class. Granger, Malfoy, see me after class." Snape said. He sounded weird, like he had just been on a roller coaster.
"Size 1 eh?" Malfoy whispered to her. "I think I'll fit into those. You seem surprised. Didn't Goyle tell you I was wearing your clothes?"
"Ok Malfoy get one thing straight here! I will never ever let you touch me again! I know I may seem like a lowly Mudblood but I know some things that you wouldn't even dream of. DON'T ever, mess with me again." She said all of this very slowly in quitly, in a low voice. The way she said it made Malfoy laugh.
"You suck at comebacks Granger, you really do. Seeing as we probably have detention tonight, bring some clothes. We'll switch. Oh get the look off your face, I'm sure I can fit into your clothing."
With that, class ended.
"Granger, you have disrupted my class for the last time. You will serve detention for the next two months with Malfoy. Yes Malfoy! Don't' look like you have never been to a detention before. You will meet at 9:00 here. No wands! You are dismissed." Snape walked away from the pair as they gaped at him.
"TWO MONTHS! TWO FUCKING MONTHS!!! IS HE OUT OF HIS MIND?!" Hermione dropped her books and stomped her foot in rage. Her hair came undone and she looked redder then Ron's hair.
"No! you don't even understand Malfoy. Its like FLAMES! FLAMES COME OUT OF MY HEAD RIGHT NOW! AND IT IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" Hermione's hair was all over the place as she waved her hands around in rage.
Malfoy stepped up close to her and grabbed her hands, pulling them down.
"Shh. calm down Hermione." He said silkily. He was dangerously close to her.
"Wh-what did you just call me?" She asked in almost a whisper as she came even closer to him.
"Hermione, your name." He could feel her breathe on his lips. This was too much for him. He drew his head closer to her and pressed his lips against hers.