Sixteen-year-old Draco Malfoy stormed into the Forest Green Diamondback
room like a hurricane in Florida. He was pissed, obviously. The object of
his pissiness? Hermione Granger. i 'Damn that Granger...'/i He thought
to himself. i 'Why in the name of Merlin's bearded horse couldn't she
have stayed at Hogwarts...wait a second, did Merlin HAVE a bearded horse?
If he did, how did he keep it from stepping on its beard? And...SNAP OUT OF
IT DRACONIS!'/I
While a particularly nasty Forest Green Diamondback was entertaining himself with such thoughts as these, our very favorite Ice-Blue White Tiger was in tears in her dorm. Tasha was trying her best to console her British best friend, to no avail.
"But 'Mione! It doesn't matter what that half-witted whore says! Your teeth aren't overly-large and your hair is perfect! Malfoy was just trying to get to you!"
"Well Bloo'y HELL!" Hermione wailed "IT BLOOMIN' WO'KED!!!"
"Please Mione!" Another of her new friends, Amanda (Mandy) Travers begged, "Don't take what ANY of the Greens say to heart! There's VERY rarely one who won't double deal their own PARENTS if it means they can gain!"
Greens were much like Hogwarts' Slytherin House. Each and every one was literally a snake who would stop at nothing to gain power. However, every family has its black sheep, and there were a few who were decent, if not overly friendly. Malfoy wasn't one of them. Nor was anyone in the Forest Green Dorm Team.
Hermione sniffed pitifully and wiped her eyes, "You Really think so?"
"I KNOW so." Mandy replied calmly. "Now lets go to the cafeteria. Time for...DUN DUN DUN...FEWD!"
Mandy stormed out of her dorm, leaving the other five occupants in her wake.
"She's a crazay bitch." Another girl, Georgina (Georgie) Lake, said "But we love her." Hermione laughed as they all piled out after Mandy.
The Principleish matron person thing of RM stood up and gazed over her students as she began speaking in her fluid, slick Americanish Southern accent. Draco glared at her, willing her to either drop dead or to leave him alone with his self-induced headache
"As ya'll know, Christmas is coming quickly and-as many, MANY of you..." Her annoyingly all-knowing gaze rested on Draco, and then the Mudblood, and then several other students. "Are staying here for the holidays, We've decided it best to hold a Christmas ball in which-if you remain-it is mandatory that you attend. The ball is completely formal, you shan't be allowed in unless you're wearing a tie, men, or a dress, ladies. Thank you and enjoy your food."
Damn her straight to hell, Draco Decided, She was just as much of a muggle lover as Dumbledore and just as much of a Mudblood as Granger. Damn them all to hell. "Damn them all to Bloo'y Hell..." He hissed softly to himself.
"You okay Malfoy?" One of his Dorm Team members, Randall Havens, asked him.
"Fine, fine." Draco shrugged him off. He was unimportant, irrelevant, and- unfortunately-too dense to take a hint.
"Alright. You ready for the Ice-Blue, Forest Green Quidditch match on Saturday?" Randall insisted on asking.
"Yes, I am. Now do us all a favor and fuck off." Draco shrugged Randall off on his way up to his dorm. He collapsed on the top bunk of the bed against the back wall, the one he'd claimed for his own when he'd arrived. Draco could still remember that day. He and Granger had been standing with the rest of the younger kids when their names had been called. Draco had slowly mounted the steps and slid on the masculine ring that would inform him and the Matron of his Dorm Team. There wasn't a stone on the ring, but the second he slid it on a gorgeously cut emerald appeared on it. The patch of his dorm-Color appeared next. Forest Green. His trunk and owl disappeared in the next second, just to reappear in Draco's new dorm.
Then it had been Granger's turn. When her name was called, she'd walked up in front of the Matron and held up her hand. The ring had gone on and a beautiful sapphire appeared. Then her patch appeared in Ice-Blue. She'd smiled and ran to the Ice-Blue Dorm-Team's table and sat down. Almost immediately she'd made no less than eight friends.
He wanted to know how she fit in so well. He was at his wit's end, trying his hardest to fit in where he was a stranger. He'd been Voldemort's heir, though not willingly, and now he was separated from everything he'd ever known. "From rich, spoiled brat to poor, orphaned wretch. What's next, Malfoy?" He murmured to himself as he worked on the potions essay that was due the next day. Mr. Gadwall wasn't nearly as favoring of the Greens as Professor Snape had been; he looked upon all Halls as equal. Thus Granger was receiving just as many congratulatory statements as everyone else...More so, really, seeing as she never got anything mixed up and she never made a mistake.
He'd fix that...the next day in potions, Draco advanced on Hermione, "Granger, What do you say?" his eyebrows jumped in a unique move that he'd gotten from his father, "Partners?"
With everyone's eyes on her, Granger didn't dare refuse, so-imitating Draco's eyebrow-jump-she replied simply "Of course." And they began to work together in perfect synchronization. For a while, at least, then they ran into trouble. Mr. Gadwall erased the ingredients and was writing up their homework for the night. Neither could remember how many Porcupine quills to add and neither was willing to swallow their pride and ask. So they added two each.
Then came testing time...
While a particularly nasty Forest Green Diamondback was entertaining himself with such thoughts as these, our very favorite Ice-Blue White Tiger was in tears in her dorm. Tasha was trying her best to console her British best friend, to no avail.
"But 'Mione! It doesn't matter what that half-witted whore says! Your teeth aren't overly-large and your hair is perfect! Malfoy was just trying to get to you!"
"Well Bloo'y HELL!" Hermione wailed "IT BLOOMIN' WO'KED!!!"
"Please Mione!" Another of her new friends, Amanda (Mandy) Travers begged, "Don't take what ANY of the Greens say to heart! There's VERY rarely one who won't double deal their own PARENTS if it means they can gain!"
Greens were much like Hogwarts' Slytherin House. Each and every one was literally a snake who would stop at nothing to gain power. However, every family has its black sheep, and there were a few who were decent, if not overly friendly. Malfoy wasn't one of them. Nor was anyone in the Forest Green Dorm Team.
Hermione sniffed pitifully and wiped her eyes, "You Really think so?"
"I KNOW so." Mandy replied calmly. "Now lets go to the cafeteria. Time for...DUN DUN DUN...FEWD!"
Mandy stormed out of her dorm, leaving the other five occupants in her wake.
"She's a crazay bitch." Another girl, Georgina (Georgie) Lake, said "But we love her." Hermione laughed as they all piled out after Mandy.
The Principleish matron person thing of RM stood up and gazed over her students as she began speaking in her fluid, slick Americanish Southern accent. Draco glared at her, willing her to either drop dead or to leave him alone with his self-induced headache
"As ya'll know, Christmas is coming quickly and-as many, MANY of you..." Her annoyingly all-knowing gaze rested on Draco, and then the Mudblood, and then several other students. "Are staying here for the holidays, We've decided it best to hold a Christmas ball in which-if you remain-it is mandatory that you attend. The ball is completely formal, you shan't be allowed in unless you're wearing a tie, men, or a dress, ladies. Thank you and enjoy your food."
Damn her straight to hell, Draco Decided, She was just as much of a muggle lover as Dumbledore and just as much of a Mudblood as Granger. Damn them all to hell. "Damn them all to Bloo'y Hell..." He hissed softly to himself.
"You okay Malfoy?" One of his Dorm Team members, Randall Havens, asked him.
"Fine, fine." Draco shrugged him off. He was unimportant, irrelevant, and- unfortunately-too dense to take a hint.
"Alright. You ready for the Ice-Blue, Forest Green Quidditch match on Saturday?" Randall insisted on asking.
"Yes, I am. Now do us all a favor and fuck off." Draco shrugged Randall off on his way up to his dorm. He collapsed on the top bunk of the bed against the back wall, the one he'd claimed for his own when he'd arrived. Draco could still remember that day. He and Granger had been standing with the rest of the younger kids when their names had been called. Draco had slowly mounted the steps and slid on the masculine ring that would inform him and the Matron of his Dorm Team. There wasn't a stone on the ring, but the second he slid it on a gorgeously cut emerald appeared on it. The patch of his dorm-Color appeared next. Forest Green. His trunk and owl disappeared in the next second, just to reappear in Draco's new dorm.
Then it had been Granger's turn. When her name was called, she'd walked up in front of the Matron and held up her hand. The ring had gone on and a beautiful sapphire appeared. Then her patch appeared in Ice-Blue. She'd smiled and ran to the Ice-Blue Dorm-Team's table and sat down. Almost immediately she'd made no less than eight friends.
He wanted to know how she fit in so well. He was at his wit's end, trying his hardest to fit in where he was a stranger. He'd been Voldemort's heir, though not willingly, and now he was separated from everything he'd ever known. "From rich, spoiled brat to poor, orphaned wretch. What's next, Malfoy?" He murmured to himself as he worked on the potions essay that was due the next day. Mr. Gadwall wasn't nearly as favoring of the Greens as Professor Snape had been; he looked upon all Halls as equal. Thus Granger was receiving just as many congratulatory statements as everyone else...More so, really, seeing as she never got anything mixed up and she never made a mistake.
He'd fix that...the next day in potions, Draco advanced on Hermione, "Granger, What do you say?" his eyebrows jumped in a unique move that he'd gotten from his father, "Partners?"
With everyone's eyes on her, Granger didn't dare refuse, so-imitating Draco's eyebrow-jump-she replied simply "Of course." And they began to work together in perfect synchronization. For a while, at least, then they ran into trouble. Mr. Gadwall erased the ingredients and was writing up their homework for the night. Neither could remember how many Porcupine quills to add and neither was willing to swallow their pride and ask. So they added two each.
Then came testing time...