Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, they all belong to JK Rowling, so please don't sue! But I own the story line.
A/N: Hey there! Thank y'all soooo much for reviewing! I'm so glad that you like the plot, and I'm sorry about the short chapters...don't worry though, I promise that I'll make this chapter long! And hopefully all the next chapters as well! Okay, don't forget to review when your down reading! I love getting reviews!!! Oh! And and about Zabini...so sorry! It was a typo that I didn't catch! Thanks elijahsbaby! Oh and by the way...elijah wouldn't be the same elijah as in frodo baggins is it?! Cuz I LOVE him so much!!! lol...well enjoy this chapter!
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"You," Hermione growled, coming face-to-face with Draco Malfoy. She shook her head, and got ready to leave. Malfoy grabbed her arm and pulled her back.
"Listen," he sneered, "My parents are going to be at this play, so this has got to be the best play there is. You are not going to screw this up for me."
"I'M going to screw this up?!" Her eyes were as wide as saucers.
"Granger, you and I are going to work together if it's the last thing I do. You got the role of Cinderella," he said, then muttered, "Althought I don't know how."
"Argh!" Hermione heard what he said, and struggled to get out of Malfoy's grip, but his built body wouldn't let her move.
"Let go!" She screamed.
"Shut up!" Malfoy snapped.
"Let me go first!" She yelled louder. He let go, but thurst her up against the wall. She rubbed her wrist, which was now red and looked up at Malfoy.
"I'm serious Granger."
Hermione didn't say a word, but continued to glare at him. Her hazel brown eyes turned black with anger as she jumped up and tried to hit Malfoy. She wasn't fast enough, and this time Malfoy caught both her wrists and keep a firm grip.
"Don't," he said harshly. His dagger eyes pierced through Hermione, as continued struggling.
"Listen Granger. If you work with me now, this'll be the last."
"Yeah right," she huffed. He tightened his grip, and watched her wince in pain. Her small, fragile frame sunk down to the floor. He remained powerful, towering high above her.
"This is the one thing I ask of you," his tone was sharp, yet Hermione could sense something else in his tone, but she couldn't pin-point it.
"Why just me?" She spat out, "What about Harry? Or Ron?"
She watched his expression as she said that.
"You're more likely to screw things up."
"ME?!?!?" She was shocked, and still very suspicious. Again he tightened his grip. Her wrists hurt so much, but she wasn't about to give in.
"After all these years, you think I'M going to ruin the play over HARRY or RON?!" She was more that just angry. She was insulted. She looked up at him, he stood his ground, and didn't bugde, except to tightened his once more. This time, the pain was beyond excruciating. She could feel the blood pounding through her vessels.
"Okay," she screamed in pain.
"Okay what?" Malfoy's eyes narrowed.
"I'll do it! I'll work with you," tears flowed out her eyes. He let go instantly and watched her rub her wrists. She looked up at him. He saw the pain and hurt in her eyes. A sharp pain hooked in his own heart. He didn't know why. He turned his back, ready to leave.
"No one will know about this Gr-," he paused, "Hermione. Meet me in the same library room tonight after classes. Bring you script."
With a swish of his cloak, he left the Owlery, leaving her alone.
' He called me by my first name,' she thought, tears still running down her face.
It was the first time every that he had called her by her first name. She wondered why he did it. Lunch was almost over, and she didn't have any of her books. She dried her tears, and rushed to her room and grabbed her History of Magic and Potions textbooks, then headed to class.
"Oi Hermione!" Ron called, "We missed you at lunch!"
Hermione smiled, "I was in the library doing some research for Professor Flitwick's class."
Ron shook his head, "You seriously have to take it easy!"
Hermione playfully hit Ron just as their ghost Professor floated into class. With very little homework assigned, Harry, Ron and Hemione headed to the dungeons for their potions class with Slytherin. The three entered the classrom laughing and joking. They took their seats, failing to notice a pair of silver eyes watching their every move. Hermione pulled her hair back into a ponytail, as Snape was explaining about a potion that they would be doing in class. Malfoy's heart beat faster and faster everytime her saw her, and it all felt so strange.
Class ended, and Hermione went to her room. There, she put her her books neatly into her closet and took off her robe. Underneath she wore black flare pants with a red tight-fitting turtleneck sweater. She found her script then headed to the library. Hermione opened the door to the small private room. Malfoy was already there, sitting on a chair, feet up on the table, reading his script. When he heard her come in, he put his feet down and turned to look at her. She avoided his stare and sat on the chair opposite him. They didn't speak for awhile, until Malfoy spoke up.
"Where do you want to start?" He said quietly. She was surprised with the softness of his voice, but quickly recovered.
"How about the part when I first enter the castle?" She suggested. He nodded, and flipped to that part, waiting for her to start. She started with her first line in that scene.
"I can't believe I'm here!" She began.
"Father! Look there! Who is that girl?" Malfoy followed with his line. They continued to work together. They got through that scene fairly quickly and without any problems, but as soon as they reached the next scene, that's where things began to get tough.
"You're not doing it right!" Hermione told Malfoy.
"What are you talking about?" Malfoy snapped.
"You're supposed to sound depressed, not powerful. You're upset that you may never see Cinderella again. You're not supposed to order around everyone," Hermione was beginning to get frustrated.
"And how do YOU know what's right or wrong?!" Malfoy growled.
"I know how the story goes okay?"
"And how, might I ask, do you know?"
"This is a popular children's fairy tale story in the muggle world," Hermione whispered.
"WHAT?!" Malfoy howled, "This is a filthy MUGGLE story?!"
Hermione's face went red, her eyes wide as she jumped up, "It is NOT a filthy muggle story!!! If it wasn't that good, Professor McGonagall wouldn't have picked it!"
"Of course McGonagall would pick a muggle story! She's a muggle-lover!"
"Snape picked it too!" Hermione screamed. Malfoy stayed silent. She was right. He had nothing to say. When Malfoy didn't say anything, she sat down and looked down.
"I think we should wrap up for tonight," she whispered. Malfoy just nodded and stood up. Hermione remained seated, watching him leave the room. Just as he was out the door, he turned around.
"Good work Granger," he closed the door behind him.
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Okay so what do y'all think?! Told you it was going to be long!! lol, anywayz, don't forget to review!!!! Ciao!
-Baby T
A/N: Hey there! Thank y'all soooo much for reviewing! I'm so glad that you like the plot, and I'm sorry about the short chapters...don't worry though, I promise that I'll make this chapter long! And hopefully all the next chapters as well! Okay, don't forget to review when your down reading! I love getting reviews!!! Oh! And and about Zabini...so sorry! It was a typo that I didn't catch! Thanks elijahsbaby! Oh and by the way...elijah wouldn't be the same elijah as in frodo baggins is it?! Cuz I LOVE him so much!!! lol...well enjoy this chapter!
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"You," Hermione growled, coming face-to-face with Draco Malfoy. She shook her head, and got ready to leave. Malfoy grabbed her arm and pulled her back.
"Listen," he sneered, "My parents are going to be at this play, so this has got to be the best play there is. You are not going to screw this up for me."
"I'M going to screw this up?!" Her eyes were as wide as saucers.
"Granger, you and I are going to work together if it's the last thing I do. You got the role of Cinderella," he said, then muttered, "Althought I don't know how."
"Argh!" Hermione heard what he said, and struggled to get out of Malfoy's grip, but his built body wouldn't let her move.
"Let go!" She screamed.
"Shut up!" Malfoy snapped.
"Let me go first!" She yelled louder. He let go, but thurst her up against the wall. She rubbed her wrist, which was now red and looked up at Malfoy.
"I'm serious Granger."
Hermione didn't say a word, but continued to glare at him. Her hazel brown eyes turned black with anger as she jumped up and tried to hit Malfoy. She wasn't fast enough, and this time Malfoy caught both her wrists and keep a firm grip.
"Don't," he said harshly. His dagger eyes pierced through Hermione, as continued struggling.
"Listen Granger. If you work with me now, this'll be the last."
"Yeah right," she huffed. He tightened his grip, and watched her wince in pain. Her small, fragile frame sunk down to the floor. He remained powerful, towering high above her.
"This is the one thing I ask of you," his tone was sharp, yet Hermione could sense something else in his tone, but she couldn't pin-point it.
"Why just me?" She spat out, "What about Harry? Or Ron?"
She watched his expression as she said that.
"You're more likely to screw things up."
"ME?!?!?" She was shocked, and still very suspicious. Again he tightened his grip. Her wrists hurt so much, but she wasn't about to give in.
"After all these years, you think I'M going to ruin the play over HARRY or RON?!" She was more that just angry. She was insulted. She looked up at him, he stood his ground, and didn't bugde, except to tightened his once more. This time, the pain was beyond excruciating. She could feel the blood pounding through her vessels.
"Okay," she screamed in pain.
"Okay what?" Malfoy's eyes narrowed.
"I'll do it! I'll work with you," tears flowed out her eyes. He let go instantly and watched her rub her wrists. She looked up at him. He saw the pain and hurt in her eyes. A sharp pain hooked in his own heart. He didn't know why. He turned his back, ready to leave.
"No one will know about this Gr-," he paused, "Hermione. Meet me in the same library room tonight after classes. Bring you script."
With a swish of his cloak, he left the Owlery, leaving her alone.
' He called me by my first name,' she thought, tears still running down her face.
It was the first time every that he had called her by her first name. She wondered why he did it. Lunch was almost over, and she didn't have any of her books. She dried her tears, and rushed to her room and grabbed her History of Magic and Potions textbooks, then headed to class.
"Oi Hermione!" Ron called, "We missed you at lunch!"
Hermione smiled, "I was in the library doing some research for Professor Flitwick's class."
Ron shook his head, "You seriously have to take it easy!"
Hermione playfully hit Ron just as their ghost Professor floated into class. With very little homework assigned, Harry, Ron and Hemione headed to the dungeons for their potions class with Slytherin. The three entered the classrom laughing and joking. They took their seats, failing to notice a pair of silver eyes watching their every move. Hermione pulled her hair back into a ponytail, as Snape was explaining about a potion that they would be doing in class. Malfoy's heart beat faster and faster everytime her saw her, and it all felt so strange.
Class ended, and Hermione went to her room. There, she put her her books neatly into her closet and took off her robe. Underneath she wore black flare pants with a red tight-fitting turtleneck sweater. She found her script then headed to the library. Hermione opened the door to the small private room. Malfoy was already there, sitting on a chair, feet up on the table, reading his script. When he heard her come in, he put his feet down and turned to look at her. She avoided his stare and sat on the chair opposite him. They didn't speak for awhile, until Malfoy spoke up.
"Where do you want to start?" He said quietly. She was surprised with the softness of his voice, but quickly recovered.
"How about the part when I first enter the castle?" She suggested. He nodded, and flipped to that part, waiting for her to start. She started with her first line in that scene.
"I can't believe I'm here!" She began.
"Father! Look there! Who is that girl?" Malfoy followed with his line. They continued to work together. They got through that scene fairly quickly and without any problems, but as soon as they reached the next scene, that's where things began to get tough.
"You're not doing it right!" Hermione told Malfoy.
"What are you talking about?" Malfoy snapped.
"You're supposed to sound depressed, not powerful. You're upset that you may never see Cinderella again. You're not supposed to order around everyone," Hermione was beginning to get frustrated.
"And how do YOU know what's right or wrong?!" Malfoy growled.
"I know how the story goes okay?"
"And how, might I ask, do you know?"
"This is a popular children's fairy tale story in the muggle world," Hermione whispered.
"WHAT?!" Malfoy howled, "This is a filthy MUGGLE story?!"
Hermione's face went red, her eyes wide as she jumped up, "It is NOT a filthy muggle story!!! If it wasn't that good, Professor McGonagall wouldn't have picked it!"
"Of course McGonagall would pick a muggle story! She's a muggle-lover!"
"Snape picked it too!" Hermione screamed. Malfoy stayed silent. She was right. He had nothing to say. When Malfoy didn't say anything, she sat down and looked down.
"I think we should wrap up for tonight," she whispered. Malfoy just nodded and stood up. Hermione remained seated, watching him leave the room. Just as he was out the door, he turned around.
"Good work Granger," he closed the door behind him.
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Okay so what do y'all think?! Told you it was going to be long!! lol, anywayz, don't forget to review!!!! Ciao!
-Baby T