*Disclaimer: It was brought to my attn that I needed one of these things, so here goes. I have never
read the books, and only seen the first movie. *gasp*. So, obviously, I am not J.K. Rowling nor own
her characters or their setting or situations and what not. I don't make money! I'm a poor writer! So
whatever torments my characters, whatever should befall them, or roll off of their tongues is entirely
of the creases in my twisted mind...and I'm only doing that once because stuff like this ruins my train
of thought. Oh, and the joys of LA, whom I humbly accuse for my ff addiction, wanted me to let you
all know that this is an "au" fic, that is, Hermione is in Slytherin *another gasp (don't think I don't
hear you)* and to the best of my knowledge none of the characters suffers from the torments I put
them through. Thanks!*
*Reviewers: ~Julie, men aren't soft in real life, so why should they be in fiction? I totally get your
drift and will do my best by my first reviewer! Comments like yours are the reason I write- thanks
for that initiation into the world of fanfiction. I totally appreciated it.
~LA, babe, you will always be the first to see my chapters- that way you can catch me if I do
anything stupid.
~Pete, thanks for supporting my writing style, cuz LA told me that 'psyche' was too big of a word.
Lol. I love you guys!
~As for the rest of you...please r/r! It means the world to me! Thanks again!*
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Chapter Two
Innocence Reviled
His footsteps echoed down the corridor after promptly slamming the doors to the Great Hall
behind him. He couldn't understand why after five years they couldn't stop themselves from
meddling in his business. Always the silent type, creeping his way into situations that benefitted him
but otherwise staying put in private surroundings, he was disturbed by the notion of girls fawning
over him- and of all creatures, Pansy.
He detested the girl's lack of self-respect. She would find the unapproachable epitome of
masculinity for the year to drool after and when slapped into reality by her lack of honest, sincere
connections she fell unto her back-up: long time school-mate, Draco. He had never the time of day
to distort her daydreams with truth, and this most certainly was not going to be that moment.
"Draco? What's wrong?" asked Pansy, in her most concerned voice. What annoyed Draco
the most was the very idea that she was actually concerned! She had meant nothing to him, and yet
he meant the world to her. He was all she had in the world- and he didn't appreciate that pedestal at
all.
"When I storm out alone without a word, I don't expect to be followed."
"But something scared you, and I just thought that maybe..."
"Do yourself a favor Pansy, put your mind to rest and concentrate on simpler issues that you
can grasp more realistically, like who's foot you're caressing. One step at time- backwards now-
that's a good girl," Draco spit out patronizingly. It only served to better herself if he spoke harshly-
delicate words only confused the innocence that laid be in Pansy's mentality. How he reviled that
innocence. It served as a buffer to reality- sugar-coating pain and suffering with wishy-washy
romanticism and fantasy.
"I, um, I'll see you in, in Potions then..." incoherently muttered a near-shattered Pansy. She
would survive the blow, it never damaged her before. She left dazed, without so much as a tear.
Draco took it as a sign of incomprehensibility. She wasn't able to understand his clear intent on
having her leave him alone permanently because something in her mind refused to believe it.
Like a dog, thought Draco. No matter what you do to them, they are loyal followers to their
master. There lay a bitter chill to the latter appendage of his thought. He, too, was a follower.
Though his loyalty was tested time and time again, he returned, like a dog, to his master. Silence
was his only refuge, and even that was a rare state to be in.
He glanced back at the wide doors. They hadn't fully closed, and he was able to make out a
bit of the room- the Gryffindor table. Aptly labeled brave, their courage stemmed from the muggle
belief in patriotism, a concept understood and respected at Hogwarts, but only towards respective
houses and purebloods. He remained stone, even as the warmth of their smiles radiated around them,
casting an invisible but powerful glow about their table. It was difficult to find external faults within
the clan, but Draco was more than inclined to exaggerate their internal weaknesses....
Suddenly the soldiers of peace were approached by Hermione, a seemingly uncomfortable
gesture by the looks of it. Draco realized he'd been staring, and began a brisk pace towards his bed
chambers- books and breakfast in hand. Classes would begin in promptly 20 minutes, allowing just
enough time to shuffle through notes, drop off library books, and enter Potions class free of morning
duties. But he couldn't quite drag his body far enough away from the Great Hall to block his sight of
her.
She was not beautiful in the sense that one could be blinded by her glamour. No, not quite
that exquisite. Yet she beheld something unknown, undetectable, that made one take notice of her
entrance, and left one cold in her absence. And so when the Slytherin intellect approached the
Gryffindor table, many took note of it and turned to her in close observation of her every word and
movement. A silence befell the crowd as she spoke...
"I believe these are yours. Thank you." The room was entranced by the graciousness in her
voice. Rivalries are not taken lightly, and to communicate with an enemy is regarded as treacherous-
nay!- treason. Hermione's actions in her return of Harry Potter's notebook in public were quaint,
and so did not escape critique. The silence remained to see what Potter's response to her behavior
would be...
"You're quite welcome to them anytime." An abrupt commencement of hushed and hurried
whispers rained on the walls and spilled into the hallway. Draco was not amused by this intimate
truce- and he made it known with a glare so venomous it poisoned the sun of the dawning day. The
doors to the Great Hall closed so violently the windows of the castle shook. He would make her full
aware of his explicit notice of her behavior- and the consequences it entailed.
As he spun around he collided with Severus Snape- professor of Potions and guardian of
Slytherin House. The men exchanged glances and thoughts simultaneously, and their attitudes- both
being toxic and severe- met in a violent discourse.
"You cannot make your feelings known Malfoy. Her personal exchanges with the other
students are none of your concern and are not forbidden in anyway. Whatever bond she forges,
whatever information she chooses to give or receive are her own business and not yours," warned
Snape in his most serious tone. Severus knew fully the intentions of Draco- but his temper had to be
cooled if he were to remain alive.
"You can't be serious! She sees me leave and feels the liberty to approach him! Of all of
them, she trades class notes with him! I don't care what relationship they have as muggles, she is not
free to approach him here without consequence- and no, Snape, it is not just consequence at my hand
that I refer to. You know full well what she faces if..."
"If what? If he finds out? Draco, you speak with a wisdom that is beyond your years of
matters which are not yours to reckon with. Learn your place and stay there. And do not speak a
word of what you have seen or the behavior you have just exhibited yourself- am I clear? She places
no one in direct danger- it is what interferes with her relationships that matters, and that means you,
Malfoy. Make no mistake of it- if you bring her into attention..."
He was interrupted by an outburst by Draco, "She brings herself into attention by
approaching him at breakfast! Could she have not waited until later? Until class? She is the only one
in Slytherin with that kind of a background and you know that has both a significance in the house
and an impact on everything she does!" By now Draco was furious, both at Snape for his logical
assessment of the situation, and at having been caught before he could have a thorough talking-to
with Hermione. His breathing was rapid and his temper in flames. He kept true to his namesake, and
Snape knew well the intensity of his explosions.
He kept his demeanor calm in hopes of frustrating the provocation of his student's
maliciousness. "I am well aware of everything you have just said, and do not believe for one second
that I am not plagued constantly with those very thoughts. For now, do as I say and drop it. There
will come a time when this situation will be dealt with, but now is not it. Go about your business and
cool yourself or you will find yourself in personal danger by my own hands, Malfoy," and with that
the black-robed professor opened the door to a pale group of students- marred by the echoing of the
doors having been so viciously closed.
The day had just barely begun, and Draco was already counting down to nightfall.
read the books, and only seen the first movie. *gasp*. So, obviously, I am not J.K. Rowling nor own
her characters or their setting or situations and what not. I don't make money! I'm a poor writer! So
whatever torments my characters, whatever should befall them, or roll off of their tongues is entirely
of the creases in my twisted mind...and I'm only doing that once because stuff like this ruins my train
of thought. Oh, and the joys of LA, whom I humbly accuse for my ff addiction, wanted me to let you
all know that this is an "au" fic, that is, Hermione is in Slytherin *another gasp (don't think I don't
hear you)* and to the best of my knowledge none of the characters suffers from the torments I put
them through. Thanks!*
*Reviewers: ~Julie, men aren't soft in real life, so why should they be in fiction? I totally get your
drift and will do my best by my first reviewer! Comments like yours are the reason I write- thanks
for that initiation into the world of fanfiction. I totally appreciated it.
~LA, babe, you will always be the first to see my chapters- that way you can catch me if I do
anything stupid.
~Pete, thanks for supporting my writing style, cuz LA told me that 'psyche' was too big of a word.
Lol. I love you guys!
~As for the rest of you...please r/r! It means the world to me! Thanks again!*
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Chapter Two
Innocence Reviled
His footsteps echoed down the corridor after promptly slamming the doors to the Great Hall
behind him. He couldn't understand why after five years they couldn't stop themselves from
meddling in his business. Always the silent type, creeping his way into situations that benefitted him
but otherwise staying put in private surroundings, he was disturbed by the notion of girls fawning
over him- and of all creatures, Pansy.
He detested the girl's lack of self-respect. She would find the unapproachable epitome of
masculinity for the year to drool after and when slapped into reality by her lack of honest, sincere
connections she fell unto her back-up: long time school-mate, Draco. He had never the time of day
to distort her daydreams with truth, and this most certainly was not going to be that moment.
"Draco? What's wrong?" asked Pansy, in her most concerned voice. What annoyed Draco
the most was the very idea that she was actually concerned! She had meant nothing to him, and yet
he meant the world to her. He was all she had in the world- and he didn't appreciate that pedestal at
all.
"When I storm out alone without a word, I don't expect to be followed."
"But something scared you, and I just thought that maybe..."
"Do yourself a favor Pansy, put your mind to rest and concentrate on simpler issues that you
can grasp more realistically, like who's foot you're caressing. One step at time- backwards now-
that's a good girl," Draco spit out patronizingly. It only served to better herself if he spoke harshly-
delicate words only confused the innocence that laid be in Pansy's mentality. How he reviled that
innocence. It served as a buffer to reality- sugar-coating pain and suffering with wishy-washy
romanticism and fantasy.
"I, um, I'll see you in, in Potions then..." incoherently muttered a near-shattered Pansy. She
would survive the blow, it never damaged her before. She left dazed, without so much as a tear.
Draco took it as a sign of incomprehensibility. She wasn't able to understand his clear intent on
having her leave him alone permanently because something in her mind refused to believe it.
Like a dog, thought Draco. No matter what you do to them, they are loyal followers to their
master. There lay a bitter chill to the latter appendage of his thought. He, too, was a follower.
Though his loyalty was tested time and time again, he returned, like a dog, to his master. Silence
was his only refuge, and even that was a rare state to be in.
He glanced back at the wide doors. They hadn't fully closed, and he was able to make out a
bit of the room- the Gryffindor table. Aptly labeled brave, their courage stemmed from the muggle
belief in patriotism, a concept understood and respected at Hogwarts, but only towards respective
houses and purebloods. He remained stone, even as the warmth of their smiles radiated around them,
casting an invisible but powerful glow about their table. It was difficult to find external faults within
the clan, but Draco was more than inclined to exaggerate their internal weaknesses....
Suddenly the soldiers of peace were approached by Hermione, a seemingly uncomfortable
gesture by the looks of it. Draco realized he'd been staring, and began a brisk pace towards his bed
chambers- books and breakfast in hand. Classes would begin in promptly 20 minutes, allowing just
enough time to shuffle through notes, drop off library books, and enter Potions class free of morning
duties. But he couldn't quite drag his body far enough away from the Great Hall to block his sight of
her.
She was not beautiful in the sense that one could be blinded by her glamour. No, not quite
that exquisite. Yet she beheld something unknown, undetectable, that made one take notice of her
entrance, and left one cold in her absence. And so when the Slytherin intellect approached the
Gryffindor table, many took note of it and turned to her in close observation of her every word and
movement. A silence befell the crowd as she spoke...
"I believe these are yours. Thank you." The room was entranced by the graciousness in her
voice. Rivalries are not taken lightly, and to communicate with an enemy is regarded as treacherous-
nay!- treason. Hermione's actions in her return of Harry Potter's notebook in public were quaint,
and so did not escape critique. The silence remained to see what Potter's response to her behavior
would be...
"You're quite welcome to them anytime." An abrupt commencement of hushed and hurried
whispers rained on the walls and spilled into the hallway. Draco was not amused by this intimate
truce- and he made it known with a glare so venomous it poisoned the sun of the dawning day. The
doors to the Great Hall closed so violently the windows of the castle shook. He would make her full
aware of his explicit notice of her behavior- and the consequences it entailed.
As he spun around he collided with Severus Snape- professor of Potions and guardian of
Slytherin House. The men exchanged glances and thoughts simultaneously, and their attitudes- both
being toxic and severe- met in a violent discourse.
"You cannot make your feelings known Malfoy. Her personal exchanges with the other
students are none of your concern and are not forbidden in anyway. Whatever bond she forges,
whatever information she chooses to give or receive are her own business and not yours," warned
Snape in his most serious tone. Severus knew fully the intentions of Draco- but his temper had to be
cooled if he were to remain alive.
"You can't be serious! She sees me leave and feels the liberty to approach him! Of all of
them, she trades class notes with him! I don't care what relationship they have as muggles, she is not
free to approach him here without consequence- and no, Snape, it is not just consequence at my hand
that I refer to. You know full well what she faces if..."
"If what? If he finds out? Draco, you speak with a wisdom that is beyond your years of
matters which are not yours to reckon with. Learn your place and stay there. And do not speak a
word of what you have seen or the behavior you have just exhibited yourself- am I clear? She places
no one in direct danger- it is what interferes with her relationships that matters, and that means you,
Malfoy. Make no mistake of it- if you bring her into attention..."
He was interrupted by an outburst by Draco, "She brings herself into attention by
approaching him at breakfast! Could she have not waited until later? Until class? She is the only one
in Slytherin with that kind of a background and you know that has both a significance in the house
and an impact on everything she does!" By now Draco was furious, both at Snape for his logical
assessment of the situation, and at having been caught before he could have a thorough talking-to
with Hermione. His breathing was rapid and his temper in flames. He kept true to his namesake, and
Snape knew well the intensity of his explosions.
He kept his demeanor calm in hopes of frustrating the provocation of his student's
maliciousness. "I am well aware of everything you have just said, and do not believe for one second
that I am not plagued constantly with those very thoughts. For now, do as I say and drop it. There
will come a time when this situation will be dealt with, but now is not it. Go about your business and
cool yourself or you will find yourself in personal danger by my own hands, Malfoy," and with that
the black-robed professor opened the door to a pale group of students- marred by the echoing of the
doors having been so viciously closed.
The day had just barely begun, and Draco was already counting down to nightfall.