Author: Brandi Vincent
Disclaimer: This is the sequel to Demon Beneath My Will; I do not own any of J.K. Rowling's characters except for Shane Pompe.
Summary: Hermione and Shane are introduced to their new common room and Shane is getting a little too charming with her. Classes start, as fights and jealousy begins.
~~~Chapter 2: Shane Pompe~~~
"This way, Ms. Granger and Mr. Pompe," Professor McGonagall said to them as they walked up the highest tower of Hogwarts.
"Beautiful paintings. Do you ever wonder who conducted them to be so realistic?" Shane whispered to Hermione as a few paintings waved to them.
"Whoever it was, they had a lot of time on their hands..." Hermione replied, holding Draco's sword behind her back. Oh yea, she thought, walking up to Professor McGonagall. "Ma'am? This is Draco's sword he used to kill the Black Satan."
Professor McGonagall glanced at it once and walked on, "I know, Ms. Granger. I thought it to obvious, wouldn't you?"
"Well, Voldemort may have had his soul on it but it didn't kill him. He's in the sword!" Hermione exclaimed, catching Professor McGonagall's attention.
"My word! Whatever do you mean?" She gaped, taking the sword from Hermione's hand to examine it.
"Every so often you can see his soul struggling to get out. Though I don't think it will; it's trapped," Hermione explained as Shane caught up to them, over hearing their conversation.
"I heard about those types of swords. There has always been a 90% chance for the attached soul to die, but since Voldemort is the powerful wizard he is, must have caught that other 10%," Shane explained, Hermione sort of admiring his knowledge.
"Yes, indeed Mr. Pompe ((pronounced pom-pay)). This thing is not safe here! I must research it at once. I think I will just drop you off and allow you to explore," Professor McGonagall replied, rushing up the final flight of stairs and stopping in front of a large painting. "You two, decide on a password that you will hold secret for the rest of the year."
"Hmm.... I think I like The Secret Garden. What do you think, Shane?" Hermione insisted.
"Ah, the enriching novel by Frances Hodgson Burtnette about the enchanting tale of a ten year old girl living among the Britain influence? Sounds good to me," Shane replied, turning back to Professor McGonagall, "We choose The Secret Garden, if you may."
"I may," Professor McGonagall nodded, turning back to the painting of descriptive Cheshire cat; looking as the one from Alice in Wonderland; and sitting atop of a deformed tree. "Cheshire cat-"
"Oh, do call me James, Professor! I ask you year after year but to no avail!" The Cheshire cat persisted, filing his nails.
"The new password is The Secret Garden, do remember that, will you?" She ignored his first statement and tapped her foot impatiently.
"As you wish," James replied, glancing over to the new Head Boy and Girl, "Oh! How delightful!"
"Open the door, Cheshire cat."
"Professor, look at how interesting they look! You are?"
"Hermione Granger," Hermione grinned, a tickling sensation in her throat.
"And you?"
"Shane Pompe," Shane replied, grinning at Hermione.
"Today, Cheshire cat," Professor McGonagall's patience shortened by the second.
"Delightful! Just delightful! Hermione Granger and Shane Pompe, my new room mates! How the vacation has been a bore! I have SO much to chat about! Would you two like some tea?" James asked, beaming at the two.
"NOW," Professor McGonagall snapped.
"Well, no need to get all huffy, Professor." With that said, the Cheshire cat swung open the portrait door. The common room was marvelous; gold and a deep shade of maroon wallpaper surrounded the large place with a black, cotton carpet. There were leather chairs thrown about with a main, comfy looking couch at the side of a wall. There was a pool table and a large bookshelf at another side. The entire room was astounding!
"Here you are. Hermione, your room is at the left. You can't miss the oaken door with your name on it in gold print. Shane, same thing but to your left. The bathroom is just ahead and a Jacuzzi is in a room next to it. And here I go," the professor said as she walked back out and sped down the stairs again with the sword in her hand.
"Marvelous," Shane whispered, walking into the center of the room, "Never been in such a grand room before!"
"Neither have I," Hermione replied, excusing herself to check her new room. Opening her classic, wooden door, she found a lovely blue and white four-poster bed with blue and white designs on the wall. The carpet was a blank black, and there was an Italian designer dresser next to her bed. Her suitcases were piled neatly next to that as well, as a relaxing, forest painting hung above the bed too. A neat desk was against the wall to her left with all office supplies by the selection on it. "Amazing."
"Indeed," Shane agreed softly in her ear, "I couldn't help take a look since your door was still open."
"Quite alright," Hermione smiled, turning around to face him, "But now I have to have a look see at your room."
"Sure, come along," Shane said, walking over to his room on the opposite side and opening the door that said 'Shane Pompe' in gold letters. His room was a little different. He had a black and red four-poster bed and decorative black and red wallpaper with a beige carpet. He also had a dresser and desk just like Hermione with all of his suitcases already piled up neatly. "Wicked."
"And I thought this year would be wretched…" Hermione mumbled, walking back out and looking around the common room.
"Hello!"
"AH!" Hermione screeched as a sly Cheshire cat greeted her from behind. She spun around on one heel and relaxed a little when she saw the purple cat sitting inside of a tropical looking painting. "Oh, hello, James."
"Hello dear Hermione! I just dropped by to say there is a handsome young man waiting outside for you. He asked to come in, but did not have the password, and then he threatened to tear off my head! I never!" James replied, crossing his furry arms stubbornly.
"Sounds like Draco," Hermione muttered to herself, shaking her head. "Let him in, James. He must want something…"
"Are you sure? The bloody chap might tear off my head if I got back out there!" James replied, clutching his neck. Hermione nodded with a smile, and James exhaled, "Fine, Ms. Granger. But if he loses his temper again I'll be spending a little more time in here!" James jumped from picture to picture and back into his own, swinging open the portrait door to let Draco in the common room.
Draco stepped in, looking about the ceiling, the walls, and then to Hermione, "So, did lover boy make a move yet? Where is he?"
"Don't worry, he has yet to and he's storing his stuff away in the other room. Besides, what do you want?" Hermione rolled her eyes as he stepped closer towards her.
"Aren't you happy to see me?" Draco asked, spreading his arms out sarcastically.
"Not when you threaten my portrait!" Hermione said as he wrapped his arms around her waist, nibbling at her ear lobe playfully.
"Hey! He had it coming, calling me a snooping man whore!" Draco replied, pulling back, looking over to his right. "And there's the pretty boy now."
"Sorry to intrude, I just wanted to know what time we start classes tomorrow," Shane replied, scratching the back of his neck.
"They start when I give a shit," Draco stated flatly, holding Hermione closer to him.
"Don't mind him," Hermione rolled her eyes, "They start nine a.m."
"Okay, thanks!" Shane replied, going back into his room, obvious in his eyes that he did NOT like Draco.
"Anyway, before we were so RUDELY interrupted, did McGonagall take the sword?" Draco asked, walking about.
"Yes, is that why you came?" Hermione replied, sitting on the wide couch.
"No, not really," Draco replied hopping on top of her with one knee at each side. "I sort of followed McGonagall and then got side tracked, so I took a wild guess on where your common room is."
"So then why did you come?" Hermione smiled.
"Why else? I can't seem to stand to not be near you, suddenly. It's better than being bombarded with flirtatious questions and comments from Pansy," he cringed, brushing a few strands of hair out of her eyes.
"Why did you have to be so perfect?" Hermione blushed as he began straddling her legs.
"Hermione," he breathed, teasing her neck with his tongue, "You are the only one for me."
"Where did Draco Malfoy go wrong? The arrogant little prick who would rather have me, a Mudblood, dead. Now he can't live without me?" Hermione whispered to Draco, twirling a few strands of his hair with her finger.
"I am so sorry for ever insulting you or hurting you in any way," he whispered in her ear, slithering his tongue all over her tender neck.
"How could I stay mad?" Hermione laughed, her throat tickling, "Well, we need to get to bed. Classes are tomorrow." She pushed his straddling hips off of her legs and got up, walking towards her cozy new room.
"Don't mind if I do," he replied, following her into her bedroom.
"Not so fast there, tiger," Hermione said, standing in his way.
"You're no fun," Draco pouted, crossing his arms.
"Good night!" She kissed him on his cheek and closed her door shut, leaving Draco standing there. He heard someone else muffling a laugh. He turned around, finding James in the tropical portrait and Shane leaning against his doorframe.
"Smooth, very smooth," James stated, filing his claws again.
"A rather tempting girl, is she not?" Shane asked, his beautiful face smirking.
"Rather. And if you lay one finger on her, I will hunt you done like a mad dog and tears you into little bloody pieces," Draco threatened, wanting no more than to choke that pretty boy to death.
"Don't worry, my dear Draco. She will all but love me in a matter of weeks. You are but a pathetic piece of leather. I am intelligent, charming, handsom, strong, generous, kind, and sweet. You can not size up to what I am! You are only Draco Malfoy, the hero of Hogwarts. But I can see right through you. You are no hero, only doing what was told and attempting to turn against you father. Too bad Voldemort still isn't dead and Lucius is still planning on killing you. You've failed you slimy Slytherin! And all you have is her and your fortune to protect you," Shane replied simply, not expecting Draco to come up with a better comeback.
"I can see right through you too, pretty boy. All you have is knowledge to get you by, but no courage or strength enough to compare yourself to what Hermione and I accomplished or went through. True, they are not dead, but at least we groped the effort. All you did was cower in the shadows of your safe house and read about it the next day in the Daily Prophet," Draco was too tired and lazy to beat him bloody now. He'd do it tomorrow.
"Nice, Malfoy. He can be taught! But I guarantee you, give up on Hermione. Because I have the sudden urge to win her over," Shane smirked, walking back in his room and slamming the door.
"Well," James concluded, "he's quite the evil one!"
"We'll see," Draco growled, stalking out of the common room.
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The next day, Hermione gathered up her materials as Shane walked her down the tallest tower. Her first hour: Potions with the Slytherins. She was the first one in the empty dungeon, so she decided to think up good quips for Harry and Ron. Draco, of course, knowing Hermione would be in the Potions first, crept into the dungeon and pulled up a seat in the back next to her.
"Nervous?" He asked, glancing at her thoughtful expression.
"Maybe," she replied, twiddling around with her quill, "What if Harry and Ron still hate me?"
"Please, if they stay mad at YOU of all people, I must declare them critically insane," he replied, pulling an arm around her.
Professor Snape straddled in the room next, his cape whipping around in the air. Draco immediately pulled his arm away as Snape stared over at them from his desk. "I see the two of you have gotten friendly this year. I would just like to advise you to refresh other's memories if they are misjudging you about how your bravery had saved them all."
"Thank you, Professor, but I would rather not care what they say. They'll be choking up blood instead," Draco replied, folding his hands.
"Ah, the cruel irony of it all," Professor Snape said, shuffling a few papers.
"Professor," a woman at the door asked, "can I see you for a moment? I just passed two Slytherin girls going at it." She was a pale, middle aged woman with grey eyes and straight, long black hair. A black robe surrounded her body with laced up black boots and black, oval glasses. Professor Snape seemed to freeze in front of her.
"Um, yes, right away," he stammered, getting up and almost tipping over his chair. He stalked out of the room once more and they were left alone again. Right when Draco was about to say something to Hermione, students began piling in and filling out the seats. Hermione spotted Harry and Ron sitting in the corner of the room at the front, avoiding Draco. They were whispering and glaring at Draco, as Draco did them.
Pansy and Blaise walked into the room just then with Snape following, both of them glaring intently at each other. "Oh no," Draco groaned, banging his head against the desk. "Go away!"
They ran over to Draco's side and fought over the seat, almost ready to go at it again. "Go away! I don't want neither of you there!"
"Pansy, Blaise. Due to your lack of your kindness towards each other, you are to sit in the front as well," Snape saved them the trouble as the two Slytherins cringed and stalked over to the front. "Now, to get it out of my way, all of the 7th years that have their grades up so far in two weeks are permitted to go to London under the muggle influence for one week. I will be examining all of your progress carefully until then. I am told you will have an escort around the city, but other than that, you are free to explore as long as you know what you are doing. I suggest you steer clear of any," he eyed Draco, "unexpected strangers."
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Hermione skipped over to Muggle Studies with the Ravenclaws, where she immediately spotted Shane. "Hey!" she greeted him, setting down her stuff next to him. Shane looked up and smiled.
"I was hoping it'd be you," he replied as she sat down.
"Hermione!" Harry called out to her as Ron and he entered. They sat next to Hermione in the front of the classroom. "We think it's stupid to whine about such a small thing. We're still friends, right?"
"Of course!" Hermione beamed, her year was actually a little better than she thought it would be.
"Thank gawd!" Ron sighed, pushing Harry's supplies aside and sitting next to her instead.
"Who's this?" Harry asked, pointing to Shane who was busily working away at a drawing of a gargoyle. Shane looked up, turning his head towards Harry.
"Sorry, I'm Shane Pompe, the new Head Boy. And you are…?" Shane replied, not noticing that he was Harry Potter.
"Harry Potter," Harry said shaking hands with him, "And this is Ron Weasley."
"Pleasure," Shane replied, grinning at them politely and began drawing the background for his gargoyle.
The Muggle Studies teacher strutted in right then as the whole class settled down. "Good morning, students! I'm Professor Lupin-"
"Professor Lupin?!" The class shrieked with joy, recognizing Lupin's warm face. "Why are you teaching Muggle Studies?"
"I see that some of you have remembered me from your third and fifth year," Professor Lupin said, standing in front of his desk. "To answer one of your questions, yes, I am teaching Muggle Studies now because it was the only job I could get here and muggles intrigue me in a way…"
"But you were so good at Defense Against the Dark Arts!" Ron insisted, "Who has the job now? Snape missed another year, then…"
"Professor Figgs; daughter of the professor you saw in 5th year," Professor Lupin inquired gulped down a cup of water, "Anyway, it's great to see you all again. But I want to get back on track, if that's all right with you. We will be studying and comparing the muggle point of view of our world; meaning wizards, vampires, witches, ferries, elves, and werewolves. We are doing this to understand how a muggle mainly reacts towards their supposed mythological theories and how to respond. Which is my number one rule, every lesson has a reason. A reason that means it will help you in life and why. For most, this chapter will be fairly easy. Example, Hermione Granger lives in a muggle world during summer and lives with others that are used to a commonly fashion. But for others, a little research never hurts!" Lupin beamed, knowing all of the students would groan and whine.
"So let's cover some ground rules, shall we?" He walked over to the chalkboard where a list of rules was already written. "First of all, I don't want to hear any muggle insults or complaining. Just because you have more powers and advantages than they do gives you no reason to discriminate them. Second of all, you will do as I say unless you have supporting reasons on why you should not do a certain project or assignment. Third of all, you know all of the other professor rules, correct? So I might as well not go on with these common class rules. But there will be a two-partner project! I can see how you all are very excited! So let's begin!"
Lupin covered the basic eye view of a muggle when they think of a wizard or any other mythological creature with enthusiasm within thirty minutes, and began assigning groups. "You will work in groups of two, night and day until next week Friday. You will do a complete report on it. It must consist of ten pages or more of the muggle theory, and hand it in Friday, reading it in front of the class. You must have at least one physical example for it," Lupin over looked the entire class room, thinking hard of who to pair up, "Tell you guys what. I'll let you decide the groups. Choose wisely!"
Shane immediately turned to Hermione before neither Harry nor Ron could ask, "Want to be partners?"
"Sure," Hermione replied, seeing Shane's face light up. She just loved his charming and excited expression he always gave her. It made her feel secure and happy. "We should start tonight. Professor Snape told us that in two weeks, the students with good grades in their classes so far get to go on a trip to London for a week and I'm determined to go there," Then she remembered: Jack London. She held in a laugh as he gave her another grin, and Professor Lupin went on.
"I expect the groups to be done by next week-"
Harry and Ron, ignoring the rest of what he had to say, glared at Shane jealously. "Who does he think he is?" Harry whispered to Ron as Shane started smoothly talking to Hermione.
"I know! It's bad enough with Draco, but now this smart ass?" Ron replied, balling his fists.
"-Ok, so we're agreed to talk about how monkey's and muggles compare and contrast, right?" They heard Dean who was sitting in front of them say to Seamus.
"Exactly! This is going to be bloody easy!" Seamus replied as Harry and Ron stared at them in puzzlement.
"Hey, that's a good idea…" Ron said, turning to Harry.
"Hermione over heard them too and rolled her eyes, "Well, I can see a very limited amount of people will be going to London…"
"What do you think so far?" Shane asked her, lifting up his drawing.
Hermione gasped in astonishment, "Never have I seen such a beautiful piece of art! Where'd you learn to draw?"
"I taught myself. No one can honestly teach you how to draw perfectly. It's more than that; you have to look at something for what it is and looks like, and draw it like it is. Mainly, people can draw anything they want as long as they set their minds to it and practice," Shane replied, smirking.
"That's an intelligent conclusion. Do you take up any languages?"
"I'm taking up Japanese as a fourth language soon. I had to learn French and Bulgarian since I went to Beauxbatons for first and second year, then at Durmstrang for third and fourth year,"
"Wow," Hermione replied, a little taken a back. He's so…perfect! She thought with fascination, wondering what his parents did for a living.
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Draco was tossed aside and kicked to the floor in the deserted corridor as the four, bulky Slytherin boys surrounded him.
"So, this is your way of proving a point?" Draco choked, coughing up blood.
"Shut the fuck up, muggle lover!" One said, pointing to Draco menacingly. How the hell did I get in this fucking mess? Draco thought. He had been running down the corridor to his next class that was on the other side of the castle, when these four Slytherin boys walked out from around the corner and punched him smack in the nose. He tried fighting them off, but there were four and they seemed to actually tower over him, if possible. Plus, they were angry, and when you're angry and start a fight, it's more likely you'll win. So he let them push him around until they grew weary or a professor would hopefully walk by. He had a few cuts and bruises on his face and an open lip. They even cut back open the scar on his cheek and beat his chest bloody. But one thing he really wanted to know is if they were waiting there all morning for him to run by.
"I take it you guys don't get out much," Draco coughed again, stumbling; attempting to stand up. They kicked him back down.
"You turned against Voldemort, and you're supposed to be a Death Eater!" Another one stupidly said.
"True. But at least what I did isn't nearly as dreadful as your comebacks," Draco replied, lifting himself up painfully to lean against the wall.
"What will be dreadful is your fortune. He will come back and take it from you and then we will have Lord Voldemort back. The Black Satan will indeed rise again," Another one said, stepping forward.
"Who will take what?" Draco asked, rolling his eyes and gurgling up more blood.
"The sword. He will take the sword soon. Very soon," the one who seemed like the leader replied, snapping his head to a different noise. "That professor! Let's split!" he said as they ran down the other corridor; away from the professor. Soon enough, Professor Figgs (the younger one) walked by, standing next to Draco and looking around, until she acknowledged that he was there.
"My gawd! What happened to you?" She asked, leaning down next to him and examining his bruises.
"Just a friendly howdy do from fellow Slytherins," Draco replied, breahting steadily.
"Who were they? How did this happen?"
"How the hell should I know? They just turned a corridor and jumped me! They said something about my sword and Voldemort," Draco snapped, coughing.
"That sword? You're Draco Malfoy?" She asked anxiously.
"Horrifying, isn't it? I just need to get to the damned Hospital Wing, ok?" He replied, not at all bothering to be friendly and polite.
"Um, ok. Let's get you up here, we'll take care of them later," she helped him up slowly as he dragged his feet to the infirmary.
I take it Lucius will be visiting me, Draco thought painfully, damning the thought of being with out a sword. It's my sword, gawd damn it!
~~~TBC~~~
Chapter Three of Damned Eyes: Draco gets in yet another fight as the week rolls on, because of a little too friendly Shane. Professor Snape also gets a little too friendly with someone…
BrAnDi's Note: Man, screw reviews! I find this story sort of fun now! Dude, Demon Beneath My Will is NOTHING compared to this one now! That one was just with everyone yapping back and forth and Hermione and Draco and poof! Next chapter now! This one is actually longer and better thought out. I normally hate sequels, any kind, I just think if someone wraps it up, it's over! Like 102 Dalmatians, that sequel SUCKED. It was like, ok, who the hell is who?? The few sequels of movies I liked were Rush Hour 2 and The Mummy Returns, and possibly a few others. If I ever write a sequel, I have to make it BETTER than the one before. But not many people read this now! Why, exactly? I mean, I don't really care about reviews as long as a few people read it I guess, but I THINK this one is a hell lot better than Demon Beneath My Will! So if you did read this and sort of liked it, um, tell me why and….hmm….ooh, pizza!