Sup my loyal fans! I bow down before thee. You guys are great. Anyways Chapter 3 as promised. I'm proud of it though I have never tried this style of writing. Time to have a little fun... R/R!!! Spread the word! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"My God, Malfoy! Just shut up!" I screamed like a banshee throughout the Herbology greenhouse. It became dead silent and the echo danced from window to window. I cringed and after it ceased to echo I opened one eye slowly then the other, waiting for the sound or sight of broken glass. I admit my outburst was rather unnecessary, but I had had enough. I hadn't gotten used to the new Hermione yet.so they were uncontrollable. Age 17, body of a woman with every possible curve and in all the right places, a most surprising bust that surpassed the other 7th years, the brown locks to die for, and attitude and intellect to boot. Unbelievable, right? Harry and Ron sure thought so. Maybe that was why they stared at me all the time.ah, the good ol' days.
"Ms. Granger!" Professor Sprout shrieked in surprise. I jumped out of surprise, tried to quickly recover (I was never exactly used to being yelled at by a teacher,) twirled my head in just a way that when my hair swayed it made the boys drool (I was experimenting my new found power over them,) and gave the professor a look.I mean.damn was it a look. If looks could kill the boys would have dropped dead and I would have made the professor a stiff 10 times over.maybe even 20. After that look, I switched to undeniable cuteness and apologized.
"I'm sorry, Professor. It was very rude of me but it was also rude for Mr. Malfoy to talk during your class and unfortunately rudeness counters rudeness." Short, clever, and sweet.gotta love me.
"Well then Ms. Granger. I am sorry it does," I batted my eyelashes after that statement, flipped my hair again. She was sold. "Continue on class, no further disturbances, Mr. Malfoy or I'll start deducting."
When I settle down into my seat again, I felt something wasn't right. Either it was my attitude or that cold hand going up my skirt.but that wasn't just a hand.. it was Malfoy's hand. In one swift, fluid motion I punched him. He fell to the floor hand and all and I stood up in a rage, my arm still extended, covered in a little bit of blood from his lip (martial arts over the summer.hehe.) Everyone in the class ran over as he began to evilly laugh.
"Thanks, Ms. Granger. I like the view better down here! I couldn't exactly look with my hand!" He had positioned himself in just a way that he had a clear view up my skirt. I smiled naughtily, lowering myself onto him, straddling him in just the way to make him squirm in anticipation, leaning over him, and whispered in his ear..
"You can look but you can't touch, asshole." I pretended to go and kiss him both of us leaning in when I spat in his face. That was when the professor pulled me off of him.
"50 points deducted from Slytherin and Gryffindor for lack of manners! Hermione go calm down in the bathroom and Malfoy go wash your face. I'm ashamed of you both!" I shook her off me, readjusted my robes, and winked at Malfoy. We both stood beside each other, neither of us wanting to go first.
"Bitches first," he said. I couldn't think of anything to say back so all I said was, "After you then. Oh and by the way.you may want to readjust your robes..." There was an "Ohhh." from the class and he went on ahead pissed as ever, covering himself with his robes and bright red. I stood there until he went out the door (the professor said she wanted us to leave separately) and I started to the door. Everyone was back in their seats and I laughed as all the boys "dropped" their quills and picked them up as I walked by to get a sample of Malfoy's view. I could have slipped on their drool. All the boys did this except Harry. When I had almost reached the door, I winked at Harry as I passed (he lifted an eyebrow back) and continued to walk on. That was when Harry initiated their conversation.
"Ron, stop soaking my parchment with your drool and pick up your quill. This is Herbology not Muggle Health Class. That's disrespectful to a woman."
"That's no woman." Ron said back and with a quick look up and down and a sigh he continued, "that's a goddess."
"And Ron.you may want to readjust your robes, too."And with that I gave my ass a shake and walked out, leaving the greenhouse roaring.
I took a few steps then I felt alone again. I guess I could never escape the loneliness. The sudden feeling I didn't fit in. I guess this was why I was like that in my 7th year. The need to fit in was overwhelming. I bunched up my robes (it's a cold castle) and continued on my walk to "cool down." Then like gray lightning I was pinned against the wall by Draco. I was being pressed between the built muscles and the stone. I couldn't move. "Draco, please."
"Not so strong now are you?" He pressed harder, so hard I thought I heard one of my ribs crack. His hand went traveling again. Around every curve, up my skirt, traveling all over, making me reluctantly I began to cry but couldn't scream. I began to curse my body, everything, and myself. I felt himself pressing against my leg, constantly rubbing against me. I began to pray but then he stopped. His hand moved my hair back behind my ear he rested his head on my shoulder, breathing heavily, smelling me. After a little while he spoke, "You don't realize how much power you have over me." More heavy breathing, "You can stop me, I know you can, Granger." His grip loosened just enough for me to slide out from beneath it. And he turned and ran. I held my chest. I was sweating, my heart racing, but strangely for just a moment I did feel powerful over him. I can't explain it. I guess that day in Herbology began it all and my thirst for power began to worsen...
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"My God, Malfoy! Just shut up!" I screamed like a banshee throughout the Herbology greenhouse. It became dead silent and the echo danced from window to window. I cringed and after it ceased to echo I opened one eye slowly then the other, waiting for the sound or sight of broken glass. I admit my outburst was rather unnecessary, but I had had enough. I hadn't gotten used to the new Hermione yet.so they were uncontrollable. Age 17, body of a woman with every possible curve and in all the right places, a most surprising bust that surpassed the other 7th years, the brown locks to die for, and attitude and intellect to boot. Unbelievable, right? Harry and Ron sure thought so. Maybe that was why they stared at me all the time.ah, the good ol' days.
"Ms. Granger!" Professor Sprout shrieked in surprise. I jumped out of surprise, tried to quickly recover (I was never exactly used to being yelled at by a teacher,) twirled my head in just a way that when my hair swayed it made the boys drool (I was experimenting my new found power over them,) and gave the professor a look.I mean.damn was it a look. If looks could kill the boys would have dropped dead and I would have made the professor a stiff 10 times over.maybe even 20. After that look, I switched to undeniable cuteness and apologized.
"I'm sorry, Professor. It was very rude of me but it was also rude for Mr. Malfoy to talk during your class and unfortunately rudeness counters rudeness." Short, clever, and sweet.gotta love me.
"Well then Ms. Granger. I am sorry it does," I batted my eyelashes after that statement, flipped my hair again. She was sold. "Continue on class, no further disturbances, Mr. Malfoy or I'll start deducting."
When I settle down into my seat again, I felt something wasn't right. Either it was my attitude or that cold hand going up my skirt.but that wasn't just a hand.. it was Malfoy's hand. In one swift, fluid motion I punched him. He fell to the floor hand and all and I stood up in a rage, my arm still extended, covered in a little bit of blood from his lip (martial arts over the summer.hehe.) Everyone in the class ran over as he began to evilly laugh.
"Thanks, Ms. Granger. I like the view better down here! I couldn't exactly look with my hand!" He had positioned himself in just a way that he had a clear view up my skirt. I smiled naughtily, lowering myself onto him, straddling him in just the way to make him squirm in anticipation, leaning over him, and whispered in his ear..
"You can look but you can't touch, asshole." I pretended to go and kiss him both of us leaning in when I spat in his face. That was when the professor pulled me off of him.
"50 points deducted from Slytherin and Gryffindor for lack of manners! Hermione go calm down in the bathroom and Malfoy go wash your face. I'm ashamed of you both!" I shook her off me, readjusted my robes, and winked at Malfoy. We both stood beside each other, neither of us wanting to go first.
"Bitches first," he said. I couldn't think of anything to say back so all I said was, "After you then. Oh and by the way.you may want to readjust your robes..." There was an "Ohhh." from the class and he went on ahead pissed as ever, covering himself with his robes and bright red. I stood there until he went out the door (the professor said she wanted us to leave separately) and I started to the door. Everyone was back in their seats and I laughed as all the boys "dropped" their quills and picked them up as I walked by to get a sample of Malfoy's view. I could have slipped on their drool. All the boys did this except Harry. When I had almost reached the door, I winked at Harry as I passed (he lifted an eyebrow back) and continued to walk on. That was when Harry initiated their conversation.
"Ron, stop soaking my parchment with your drool and pick up your quill. This is Herbology not Muggle Health Class. That's disrespectful to a woman."
"That's no woman." Ron said back and with a quick look up and down and a sigh he continued, "that's a goddess."
"And Ron.you may want to readjust your robes, too."And with that I gave my ass a shake and walked out, leaving the greenhouse roaring.
I took a few steps then I felt alone again. I guess I could never escape the loneliness. The sudden feeling I didn't fit in. I guess this was why I was like that in my 7th year. The need to fit in was overwhelming. I bunched up my robes (it's a cold castle) and continued on my walk to "cool down." Then like gray lightning I was pinned against the wall by Draco. I was being pressed between the built muscles and the stone. I couldn't move. "Draco, please."
"Not so strong now are you?" He pressed harder, so hard I thought I heard one of my ribs crack. His hand went traveling again. Around every curve, up my skirt, traveling all over, making me reluctantly I began to cry but couldn't scream. I began to curse my body, everything, and myself. I felt himself pressing against my leg, constantly rubbing against me. I began to pray but then he stopped. His hand moved my hair back behind my ear he rested his head on my shoulder, breathing heavily, smelling me. After a little while he spoke, "You don't realize how much power you have over me." More heavy breathing, "You can stop me, I know you can, Granger." His grip loosened just enough for me to slide out from beneath it. And he turned and ran. I held my chest. I was sweating, my heart racing, but strangely for just a moment I did feel powerful over him. I can't explain it. I guess that day in Herbology began it all and my thirst for power began to worsen...
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