**This is my second D/Hr fic. I'm not sure which one will be better, but feel free to r/r both! *Hint hint* If I write a 3rd fic, I'll try to focus on some other topic. Obsessions aren't healthy!*
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Thank J.K. Rowling for that.
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Ron Weasley trudged along with slouched shoulders through the hallway with his best friends Harry and Hermione. He irritably pushed his red bangs out of his eyes, only to have it fall back and block his view. Harry walked along with a scowl look on his face. Hermione was the cheeriest (A/N: Is that a real word?) of the three. She walked with her head held up high and she had an intellectual smile on her face.
"How can you be smiling, Mione?" Ron asked. Today was the first day of school and he felt miserable. Their next class was Potions with none other than Professor Snape.
Hermione chuckled, keeping her head up high and looking straight forward.
"What's up with you? You're acting like you actually LIKE Potions class," Harry said in disbelief.
"Potions is an academic class here at Hogwarts. Since all the classes are academically equal, I don't see why you should be having those long faces," Hermione said. "Besides the fact that I'm doing great so far in my classes, I'm the only one who's been getting points for Gryffindor in Potions class."
"Hey! We helped too!" Ron protested. "Remember the time when we saved Snape from those hair eating fleas?"
"Ron, YOU didn't save him. Me and Seamus saved him," Harry corrected. "You were the one who put too much bacterial roots into the potion. You ended up created the baldness potion (A/N: eh...go along with the story...). Snape still doesn't even know who caused that."
"Uh..." Ron thought for a second. "Well you have to give me credit for my ingenious masterpiece! Besides, it's not like you've never done anything like that before."
Harry turned pink at the thought of his last year's little incident: Harry wasn't paying much attention to his potion and it started to boil. The potion was continuously bubbling and it soon overflowed. The bright green acid started seeping through the dungeon floor and created a gigantic hole. Snape took off 300 points from Gryffindor and Harry had to replace the missing part of the floor.
"Okay, okay. Still, Snape knew I did it," Harry said. "You, on the other hand, are still lying low in secrecy."
Hermione listened with interest as her two best friends debated about each other's past "accidents". Harry and Ron were so into the conversation that they didn't realize their walking speed. Hermione had to jog to keep up with their pace. Harry and Ron stopped their talking once they reached the bottom of the stairs. Hermione walked down the stairs and towards her next class. She stopped after 3 steps and turned around.
"Guys, our teacher's not going to just let us off the hook with a warning if we're late," Hermione said. "Come on, let's go!"
"Of course he isn't," Harry said.
"Snape hates us," Ron said. "For no apparent reason either!"
"If your tardy, he'll hate you even more. And this time, he will have a reason," Hermione said before she hurriedly walked away.
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Hermione stepped into the dungeon room. Professor Snape wasn't in the classroom, at least not yet. She walked to the only table with empty seats, which was in the front of the Gryffindor side, and sat down. Harry and Ron came in a minute later. They took the two empty seats next to Hermione.
"Dang! If we could've only came in earlier, we could've gotten a seat in the back," Harry scowled.
"Most likely not," Hermione said. "When I got here, the only table vacant was this one."
"I wonder why," said Ron sarcastically.
"Shh..." Hermione whispered. "Someone's coming."
Footsteps could be heard outside the room. A figure appeared at the classroom doorway. Professor Snape stepped in. A few people groaned as he walked across the aisle to his desk. Professor Snape looked around at his class. Gryffindors and Slytherins were paired together once again. This is going to be yet another fun year...thought Professor Snape.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Gryffindor and Slytherin again," Professor Snape said mischievously. "I hope this will be a good first day of school and the start of a...wonderful...year."
"Actually Professor, it IS Gryffindor and Slytherin again," Neville said with a big grin on his face. He was happy to have corrected someone who always yells and gets mad at him in potions class. The girls in the class giggled and the boys snickered.
"Nice first impression, Mr. Longbottom," Professor Snape said. "Of course you know that is 40 points from Gryffindor." Fun year indeed, thought Professor Snape.
"NEVILLE!!" Neville's grin was soon replaced with a frown. He slid down on his chair and kept quiet. None of the Gryffindors said anything else for the rest of the class. Hermione was the only exception, since she answered all the questions.
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Draco Malfoy was basically asleep in the back of the room. Potions was usually interesting, but he was especially tired today. Pansy Parkinson dragged him to each class that they had together. He followed reluctantly after she put the binding charm on him. He was too tired from being a stick man to scream at Pansy. He made a mental note of doing so tomorrow. Potions was the only class he had without her in it and the only place that he could have some peaceful anti-Pansy time. Since the dungeons weren't supplied with a lot of light, it was easy for him to be not noticed. He was happily dreaming of sitting under the sun at the beach when he felt pain. He awoke to find Crabbe poking him in the ribs.
"Fuck, what do you want Crabbe?" Draco asked, rubbing his eyes. Crabbe must've not heard him because Draco was still getting poked. He now said louder, "Stop poking me bastard! What the fuck do you want?"
"Don't you agree that she is so smart...and pretty, and..." Crabbe ranted on. He was staring somewhere to his left.
"Dude, your staring at the Gryffindor side," Draco whispered hoarsely. "What's up with you?"
"Her..." answered Crabbe. He pointed to the front row of the Gryffindor side. Draco looked in that direction. "Doesn't she have the most angelic voice?"
The only girl talking at that table was...Hermione.
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**Yay! I finally wrote it without any problems. I know the thought of Crabbe and Hermione sounds weird, and maybe even disgusting, but it goes along with the story. Okay, someone, who shall be unnamed, says obsessions r a good thing. Give credits! R/R!
*~~~Draco-n-Hermione-4ever~~~*
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Thank J.K. Rowling for that.
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Ron Weasley trudged along with slouched shoulders through the hallway with his best friends Harry and Hermione. He irritably pushed his red bangs out of his eyes, only to have it fall back and block his view. Harry walked along with a scowl look on his face. Hermione was the cheeriest (A/N: Is that a real word?) of the three. She walked with her head held up high and she had an intellectual smile on her face.
"How can you be smiling, Mione?" Ron asked. Today was the first day of school and he felt miserable. Their next class was Potions with none other than Professor Snape.
Hermione chuckled, keeping her head up high and looking straight forward.
"What's up with you? You're acting like you actually LIKE Potions class," Harry said in disbelief.
"Potions is an academic class here at Hogwarts. Since all the classes are academically equal, I don't see why you should be having those long faces," Hermione said. "Besides the fact that I'm doing great so far in my classes, I'm the only one who's been getting points for Gryffindor in Potions class."
"Hey! We helped too!" Ron protested. "Remember the time when we saved Snape from those hair eating fleas?"
"Ron, YOU didn't save him. Me and Seamus saved him," Harry corrected. "You were the one who put too much bacterial roots into the potion. You ended up created the baldness potion (A/N: eh...go along with the story...). Snape still doesn't even know who caused that."
"Uh..." Ron thought for a second. "Well you have to give me credit for my ingenious masterpiece! Besides, it's not like you've never done anything like that before."
Harry turned pink at the thought of his last year's little incident: Harry wasn't paying much attention to his potion and it started to boil. The potion was continuously bubbling and it soon overflowed. The bright green acid started seeping through the dungeon floor and created a gigantic hole. Snape took off 300 points from Gryffindor and Harry had to replace the missing part of the floor.
"Okay, okay. Still, Snape knew I did it," Harry said. "You, on the other hand, are still lying low in secrecy."
Hermione listened with interest as her two best friends debated about each other's past "accidents". Harry and Ron were so into the conversation that they didn't realize their walking speed. Hermione had to jog to keep up with their pace. Harry and Ron stopped their talking once they reached the bottom of the stairs. Hermione walked down the stairs and towards her next class. She stopped after 3 steps and turned around.
"Guys, our teacher's not going to just let us off the hook with a warning if we're late," Hermione said. "Come on, let's go!"
"Of course he isn't," Harry said.
"Snape hates us," Ron said. "For no apparent reason either!"
"If your tardy, he'll hate you even more. And this time, he will have a reason," Hermione said before she hurriedly walked away.
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Hermione stepped into the dungeon room. Professor Snape wasn't in the classroom, at least not yet. She walked to the only table with empty seats, which was in the front of the Gryffindor side, and sat down. Harry and Ron came in a minute later. They took the two empty seats next to Hermione.
"Dang! If we could've only came in earlier, we could've gotten a seat in the back," Harry scowled.
"Most likely not," Hermione said. "When I got here, the only table vacant was this one."
"I wonder why," said Ron sarcastically.
"Shh..." Hermione whispered. "Someone's coming."
Footsteps could be heard outside the room. A figure appeared at the classroom doorway. Professor Snape stepped in. A few people groaned as he walked across the aisle to his desk. Professor Snape looked around at his class. Gryffindors and Slytherins were paired together once again. This is going to be yet another fun year...thought Professor Snape.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Gryffindor and Slytherin again," Professor Snape said mischievously. "I hope this will be a good first day of school and the start of a...wonderful...year."
"Actually Professor, it IS Gryffindor and Slytherin again," Neville said with a big grin on his face. He was happy to have corrected someone who always yells and gets mad at him in potions class. The girls in the class giggled and the boys snickered.
"Nice first impression, Mr. Longbottom," Professor Snape said. "Of course you know that is 40 points from Gryffindor." Fun year indeed, thought Professor Snape.
"NEVILLE!!" Neville's grin was soon replaced with a frown. He slid down on his chair and kept quiet. None of the Gryffindors said anything else for the rest of the class. Hermione was the only exception, since she answered all the questions.
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Draco Malfoy was basically asleep in the back of the room. Potions was usually interesting, but he was especially tired today. Pansy Parkinson dragged him to each class that they had together. He followed reluctantly after she put the binding charm on him. He was too tired from being a stick man to scream at Pansy. He made a mental note of doing so tomorrow. Potions was the only class he had without her in it and the only place that he could have some peaceful anti-Pansy time. Since the dungeons weren't supplied with a lot of light, it was easy for him to be not noticed. He was happily dreaming of sitting under the sun at the beach when he felt pain. He awoke to find Crabbe poking him in the ribs.
"Fuck, what do you want Crabbe?" Draco asked, rubbing his eyes. Crabbe must've not heard him because Draco was still getting poked. He now said louder, "Stop poking me bastard! What the fuck do you want?"
"Don't you agree that she is so smart...and pretty, and..." Crabbe ranted on. He was staring somewhere to his left.
"Dude, your staring at the Gryffindor side," Draco whispered hoarsely. "What's up with you?"
"Her..." answered Crabbe. He pointed to the front row of the Gryffindor side. Draco looked in that direction. "Doesn't she have the most angelic voice?"
The only girl talking at that table was...Hermione.
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**Yay! I finally wrote it without any problems. I know the thought of Crabbe and Hermione sounds weird, and maybe even disgusting, but it goes along with the story. Okay, someone, who shall be unnamed, says obsessions r a good thing. Give credits! R/R!
*~~~Draco-n-Hermione-4ever~~~*