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2 Weeks Later-
*Draco's POV*
'Oh to be back at Hogwarts! I've missed it so much this summer,' I thought. Father, though I hardly think he deserves that title, and I just weren't getting along anymore. I couldn't tell him anything, especially about my mixing with muggle-borns. I was, however, shocked that he didn't know yet. With all his hideous dark arts tools, I would've thought he'd come up with some way to watch me constantly. Him and his side-kick goons who didn't know a wand from a tree branch. Yes, Crabbe and Goyle's parents, no surprise there. I do wish my old friends could have what I have. Besides my horrible father who hates muggles with a passion, my life is better than ever. Who would've thought a muggle-born witch could so drastically change my life?
*Hermione's POV*
"Harry, pass me that book, will you? I've got to get back up to the library to return it," I said in a rush to him. I had taken out the book the first week of school to do some background reading on new charms we were going to learn this year; they were particularly difficult.
"Hermione! Term has barely started, and you already have books to return?" Harry said in disbelief. He knew that I loved to learn new things and be the best though. Always have to excel. Ron made sure I knew that too.
"Well, can you blame me? Have you looked at the charms book this year? It's heavy...even for me!" I exclaimed with an air of something being hard for me was impossible.
"No, Hermione. You do so we can just ask you. No need reading when you have the smartest witch one room down," Harry smirked and I tried to think of a good retort, but my mind was blank.
"Speechless, eh? I rendered you speechless? Wow, I must be the first person ever to cause the great Hermione Granger to become dumbfounded," he placed a mockingly proud expression on his face and put his hand over his heart, pretending to faint. "Alert the presses!"
"Yeah, cause we all know that you want to be even more famous than you already are, right?" I motioned towards his scar and he intuitively sheltered it with his fingers.
"OK, you caught me. Guilty as charged. One bout of publicity is more than enough," he acted as if he were in despair, putting on a dramatic act.
"All right, I'm going to leave you now Mr. Shakespeare," I grinned and waved to him, causing him to position his hand on his forehead and faint onto the couch.
That's what I loved about Harry. He was always so modest, so collected. He'd been through so much at such a young age of sixteen, and yet he downplayed it more than anyone ever could've. Most people would've used the fame to great extent, but not Harry. Harry would get rid of it in a heartbeat if he could get just a moment with his parents back again. Living with the Dursley's must be awful. Being with them for more than five minutes was an adventure in itself, an adventure I'd never like to experience again.
Lost in my own thoughts, I hadn't even noticed that me feet had already carried me to the library. I walked in, and went over to Madam Pince's desk, but she wasn't there. I decided to poke around a bit and wait until Madam Pince got back. Walking to the rows and rows of bookshelves, a smile formed on my lips. The library was my haven, the one place where I knew I could find solace.
Tracing my fingers along the spines of the many books on the shelves, I heard a faint noise. Well, a not so faint voice. It was Pansy and her high, shrill voice that pierced the silence of everything. I pulled a book out and saw her and Draco sitting together alone at a secluded table. Pansy and Draco were talking, but Pansy looked more like she was aiming for flirting. Yet, as I squinted my eyes to get a better view, Draco looked as though he were also. What was going on? Draco promised he would never be more than friends with her. However, from the looks of it, he had completely forgotten the agreement.
"Oh Draco, come on, you know you like me," Pansy said in a seductive voice, leaning on the table so Draco could get a better view of her chest. She, of course, had a low-cut shirt on.
"Well, I have kind of noticed you've changed for the better since the start of term..." Draco said uncertainly and I fumed. What did he think he was playing at, flirting with Pansy?
"Oh good! I was hoping you would," Pansy interrupted and looked very triumphant. I wanted to wipe that haughty look off her face, magically or physically.
"But, I could never betray Hermione. She means a lot to me," Draco said and Pansy replaced her smirk with hatred and disgust. I smiled.
"Fine, I guess I can respect that," she forced herself to say, as she plastered a fake smile on her face.
'Liar!' I wanted to scream at Draco when he got a surprised expression on his face. 'Come on Draco, you can see that she's no good. Don't do it Draco, don't!' I shouted in my mind, but I knew that it would do no good.
"Really? Oh well, good then." Draco said, baffled at her response and he let a small smile set on his lips.
"Let's go back to common room, I have some studying to do," Pansy spoke, and licked her lips suggestively. Draco, thankfully, didn't notice and gathered his stuff up.
"OK," Draco said and slung his bag over his shoulder while a dropped mine the floor with a loud clunk.
I could feel my face burning with loathing and disdain. That...that...that sinister, lying prat! I detested Pansy with more hatred than I did any other Slytherin. She was cunning, deceitful, and just gross! Everything she did made me crave punching her stupid pug face in. She wasn't even pretty. But maybe that's because she's all fake.
"Miss Granger?" Madam Pince asked cautiously and I spun around to meet her face, mine being a bright red.
"Yes?" I asked pleasantly, though my insides withered with abhorrence. I could feel the scorching blood coursing through my veins like light through a window.
"Did you drop that book?" she asked and pointed at the book which I had intended on returning.
"Oh, yes. I'm sorry. It fell when I was trying to put it away. I wanted to return it," I played innocent and lied directly to her.
"Well that I'll take it," she said, and held her wrinkled hand out for me to put the book in. She had probing dark brown eyes which darted from person to person when they were in her library. She took care of her books as if they were her own children. Her wrinkles were snaked around her eyes like a spider's web. Her gray hair had traces of white in it, and it was very short. She was a gentle woman, but she could become grim when her books were concerned. I generally had a great respect for her.
"Thank you," I said and walked out of the library much calmer than I formerly had been.
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A/N Short I know, I'm so sorry! But right there seemed like a good place to end it! Thanks to Mirielle who was second reviewer! C'mon people, please review! I'm still going to write it, even if no one reviews because I like writing it. Does that sound good? You know, a positive outlook...
Thanks to those who reviewed!
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2 Weeks Later-
*Draco's POV*
'Oh to be back at Hogwarts! I've missed it so much this summer,' I thought. Father, though I hardly think he deserves that title, and I just weren't getting along anymore. I couldn't tell him anything, especially about my mixing with muggle-borns. I was, however, shocked that he didn't know yet. With all his hideous dark arts tools, I would've thought he'd come up with some way to watch me constantly. Him and his side-kick goons who didn't know a wand from a tree branch. Yes, Crabbe and Goyle's parents, no surprise there. I do wish my old friends could have what I have. Besides my horrible father who hates muggles with a passion, my life is better than ever. Who would've thought a muggle-born witch could so drastically change my life?
*Hermione's POV*
"Harry, pass me that book, will you? I've got to get back up to the library to return it," I said in a rush to him. I had taken out the book the first week of school to do some background reading on new charms we were going to learn this year; they were particularly difficult.
"Hermione! Term has barely started, and you already have books to return?" Harry said in disbelief. He knew that I loved to learn new things and be the best though. Always have to excel. Ron made sure I knew that too.
"Well, can you blame me? Have you looked at the charms book this year? It's heavy...even for me!" I exclaimed with an air of something being hard for me was impossible.
"No, Hermione. You do so we can just ask you. No need reading when you have the smartest witch one room down," Harry smirked and I tried to think of a good retort, but my mind was blank.
"Speechless, eh? I rendered you speechless? Wow, I must be the first person ever to cause the great Hermione Granger to become dumbfounded," he placed a mockingly proud expression on his face and put his hand over his heart, pretending to faint. "Alert the presses!"
"Yeah, cause we all know that you want to be even more famous than you already are, right?" I motioned towards his scar and he intuitively sheltered it with his fingers.
"OK, you caught me. Guilty as charged. One bout of publicity is more than enough," he acted as if he were in despair, putting on a dramatic act.
"All right, I'm going to leave you now Mr. Shakespeare," I grinned and waved to him, causing him to position his hand on his forehead and faint onto the couch.
That's what I loved about Harry. He was always so modest, so collected. He'd been through so much at such a young age of sixteen, and yet he downplayed it more than anyone ever could've. Most people would've used the fame to great extent, but not Harry. Harry would get rid of it in a heartbeat if he could get just a moment with his parents back again. Living with the Dursley's must be awful. Being with them for more than five minutes was an adventure in itself, an adventure I'd never like to experience again.
Lost in my own thoughts, I hadn't even noticed that me feet had already carried me to the library. I walked in, and went over to Madam Pince's desk, but she wasn't there. I decided to poke around a bit and wait until Madam Pince got back. Walking to the rows and rows of bookshelves, a smile formed on my lips. The library was my haven, the one place where I knew I could find solace.
Tracing my fingers along the spines of the many books on the shelves, I heard a faint noise. Well, a not so faint voice. It was Pansy and her high, shrill voice that pierced the silence of everything. I pulled a book out and saw her and Draco sitting together alone at a secluded table. Pansy and Draco were talking, but Pansy looked more like she was aiming for flirting. Yet, as I squinted my eyes to get a better view, Draco looked as though he were also. What was going on? Draco promised he would never be more than friends with her. However, from the looks of it, he had completely forgotten the agreement.
"Oh Draco, come on, you know you like me," Pansy said in a seductive voice, leaning on the table so Draco could get a better view of her chest. She, of course, had a low-cut shirt on.
"Well, I have kind of noticed you've changed for the better since the start of term..." Draco said uncertainly and I fumed. What did he think he was playing at, flirting with Pansy?
"Oh good! I was hoping you would," Pansy interrupted and looked very triumphant. I wanted to wipe that haughty look off her face, magically or physically.
"But, I could never betray Hermione. She means a lot to me," Draco said and Pansy replaced her smirk with hatred and disgust. I smiled.
"Fine, I guess I can respect that," she forced herself to say, as she plastered a fake smile on her face.
'Liar!' I wanted to scream at Draco when he got a surprised expression on his face. 'Come on Draco, you can see that she's no good. Don't do it Draco, don't!' I shouted in my mind, but I knew that it would do no good.
"Really? Oh well, good then." Draco said, baffled at her response and he let a small smile set on his lips.
"Let's go back to common room, I have some studying to do," Pansy spoke, and licked her lips suggestively. Draco, thankfully, didn't notice and gathered his stuff up.
"OK," Draco said and slung his bag over his shoulder while a dropped mine the floor with a loud clunk.
I could feel my face burning with loathing and disdain. That...that...that sinister, lying prat! I detested Pansy with more hatred than I did any other Slytherin. She was cunning, deceitful, and just gross! Everything she did made me crave punching her stupid pug face in. She wasn't even pretty. But maybe that's because she's all fake.
"Miss Granger?" Madam Pince asked cautiously and I spun around to meet her face, mine being a bright red.
"Yes?" I asked pleasantly, though my insides withered with abhorrence. I could feel the scorching blood coursing through my veins like light through a window.
"Did you drop that book?" she asked and pointed at the book which I had intended on returning.
"Oh, yes. I'm sorry. It fell when I was trying to put it away. I wanted to return it," I played innocent and lied directly to her.
"Well that I'll take it," she said, and held her wrinkled hand out for me to put the book in. She had probing dark brown eyes which darted from person to person when they were in her library. She took care of her books as if they were her own children. Her wrinkles were snaked around her eyes like a spider's web. Her gray hair had traces of white in it, and it was very short. She was a gentle woman, but she could become grim when her books were concerned. I generally had a great respect for her.
"Thank you," I said and walked out of the library much calmer than I formerly had been.
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A/N Short I know, I'm so sorry! But right there seemed like a good place to end it! Thanks to Mirielle who was second reviewer! C'mon people, please review! I'm still going to write it, even if no one reviews because I like writing it. Does that sound good? You know, a positive outlook...