Another Side to the Story
A/N: Hermione's thoughts are in bold. The rest of this chapter also takes place in their 6TH year!
Chapter 2 : Dance Club
"Out of my way mudblood!" Hermione Granger-Avett yelled angrily as the blonde haired young man ran into her.
"No, out of my way, pureblood scum!" Draco Malfoy screamed back.
"How dare you talk to me that way! You should respect the people that are better than you. You are nothing more than a know-it-all, mudblood, Gryffindor, Goody-goody! Go crawling back to Potter and Weasley. Maybe they'll give you a good shag." Hermione spat back then turned on her heel and strode away.
Ha, that ought to teach him. I can't believe he said that to me! What a stupid mudblood. Someone ought to beat his arse one of these days. I hope it's me …
Draco sneered at her retreating back then turned the opposite way and walked towards Gryffindor Tower. He burst into the dormitory.
"Argh! I can't stand that stupid prat! She has no right to say those things to me! I can't believe her!" Draco grumbled as he sat down on one of the Gryffindor couches, next to his best friend, Harry Potter.
"Granger?" Harry asked as he gave his friend a pat on the shoulder.
"Of course! Who is else could it be? The tooth fairy? I hate her, I hate her, I hate her!" Draco screamed then rushed to the dormitory.
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Hermione stormed into the Slytherin Common Room.
"Hey Blaise, you up for a shag right now?" She turned to look at the hottest guy in Slytherin.
"Yeah. Your room or mine?" He asked her.
"Doesn't matter, I just need to let out some … frustration." She tried to say as calmly as possible.
"Oh, I like it rough." He walked over to her, grabbed her by the waist, then threw her into the room.
Okay, this shag is good and all, but I could have so much better.
Hermione abruptly stood up pulled her clothes back on, gave Blaise a goodbye kiss, then left.
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Dumbledore sat in his office, thinking about all of his students, thinking about how good they usually were, but then thought of Hermione Granger-Avett and Draco Malfoy. They were so different, but he knew they could learn to get along. He had a feeling that they would be Head Girl and Boy next year, since they were already Prefects. He had to think of something to bring the two Houses together. But how …?
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Hermione Granger-Avett, Hannah Abbot, Justing Finch-Fletchey, and Draco Malfoy sat around the table in the Prefects Quarters, trying to think of a 'House Uniting' event, as Professor Dumbledore put it.
"Um, a ball?" Hannah spoke up after 10 minutes of silence.
"No, that's too boring and bland." Hermione bit. Hannah shook in fear. Everyone was afraid of Hermione Granger – Avett. She was the all powerful, Slytherin Queen, and most probably a Death Eater at that.
"What about a House Intermingled Quidditch match?" Justin suggested.
Um, hello, that is so stupid you big oaf!
Hermione looked at Justin, disgusted, and glared at him.
"An 'Intermingled Quidditch match? You have got to be kidding me! No way."
Draco looked at her in despair.
"Okay, fine. Here's an idea. How about somehow we pair people from different houses together, in groups of 2, then we can have some kind of … tournament or challenge where you have to accomplish so many obstacles and the winning pair gets … something, I don't know what." Draco offered in one breathe.
The other 3 Prefects stared at the pale Gryffindor.
"That's a brilliant idea! What do you say Justin, Hermione?" Hannah turned to the other 2 Prefects.
"Sounds pretty cool." Justin mentioned.
"Whatever, sounds good and easy. Let's just plan this out then take it to Dumbledore, that old coot will love the plan I'm sure." Hermione waved them all off.
Professor Dumbledore,
We are currently working on a new House Uniting project. We have decided on a type of competion/tournament where the students will have to work to win through spell knowledge, book knowledge, and skills. The pairs will be put together through the Sorting Hat (if that is alright of course) and they will all be from different houses. Please let us now the dates that will be available for this event.
Hannah Abbot
Hermione Granger – Avett
Draco Malfoy
Justin Finch – Fletchey
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Dumbledore read the proposal and smiled to himself. This plan was perfect. He quickly grabbed a quill, some ink, and a sheet of parchment.
Dear Prefects.
For this special event, I believe that January 12 would be a great date! This is a wonderful idea! You will all be awarded 10 points in your progress. Please announce this information to your house tonight! Have a great day.
Albus Dumbledore
This would be absolutely exceptional.
He traipsed over to where he stored the Sorting Hat. He held it in his hands for a bit before the hat came to life.
"Why good evening Albus, is there something I can do for you? A re-sorting?" The hat asked excitedly.
"No, nothing like that. We are having a mixed house event, and we were planning on using you to match the pairs. I was wondering if you would not tell them the people that are most compatible, but rather who are completely not compatible. Could you do that?" Dumbledore asked him sincerely.
"Why of course, after all, I am the Sorting Hat!" The hat said arrogantly.
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Hermione Granger – Avett would never admit it, but she absolutely loved going to muggle dance clubs. She despised muggle born witches and wizards, because they were not pure, but muggles weren't horrible.
That night, Hermione walked to the painting that was no larger than a portable CD player.
"Dance the night away." Hermione whispered to the portrait. It swung open, only to reveal a door sized opening. She walked through it and down the long corridor.
The long winding corridor came to an end, but she just walked through it. It was just like the barrier at Platform 9 ¾. It opened up to Muggle London. She walked down the street, but turned off into a dark alley way.
"Chalango." Hermione whispered as she directed her wand towards her outfit. No longer was she wearing the school uniform but rather a white baby t-shirt, and a hot pink skirt. She had black boots that went up to her knees and her hair fell in curly tendrils.
She walked into a club called 'Adrenaline' and pushed her way through the crowd.
She walked to the front of the crowd then to her right where there was a bar.
"Anything!" She shouted over the pounding music. The bartender nodded, poured her a drink, and gave it to her. Hermione reached into her pocket to pay, but the man told her it was on the house.
She picked it up, tipped her head back, and downed the whole shot.
"And introducing, a brand new group, Spellbound!" The owner of 'Adrenaline' screamed into the microphone.
Hermione wanted to hear this new band so she made her way to the stage.
A guy that looked to be her age stepped up to the microphone, electric guitar in hand. She looked around the rest of the stage. A guy with his head shaved was playing the drums, and a man with short brown hair also had an electric guitar.
She looked back to the man who seemed to be the lead singer. He had blonde-blonde hair that fell loosely into his eyes. His eyes were a sparkling gray color. He had black jeans and a white muscle shirt on. All around, he was hot. But he seemed familiar … very familiar.
*Your love is like poison
venom seeping into my veins.
Nothing in the world,
Can keep me sane.
Your kiss is like a thorn
Blood drips from every taste.
I never know if this time we share,
Is really just a waste.*
The song continued on and Hermione found herself drawn to the beat. The lead singer had a smooth, melodic voice. She whipped her head around to see what time it was. The neon clock read 12:52 a.m. She had to get to Hogwarts!
She raced to the barrier and flung herself through it, ran down the long hallway, and through the painting. She made her way back to Prefect Quarters as quietly as possible. She fell asleep that night, with dreams of Spellbound's lead singer …
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Draco entered the Prefect Quarters shortly after 1:15 a.m. He slipped into the common room unnoticed and went to his room.
He began humming a song, a song that someone else he knew had also heard that night.
He recalled the nights events. It was such a rush, up there on stage, hundreds of screaming girls. It was his first time singing in public with his band 'Spellbound'. The guys in his group were his mates from his 'muggle' world. They were his best friends Johnathan Sancheck and Nick Gantz.
Some girls had actually asked for his autograph. He couldn't believe it. They weren't anywhere near famous, but he felt it. What he didn't know, is that another girl had wanted an autograph, and could be found sleeping next door.
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Hermione awoke the next morning, last nights events came flooding back to her. The guy on the stage had been so hot. She wished she could have stayed later, because she would have shagged him senseless, but unfortunately, she had to get back to the school.
Hermione began humming the song that had put her in a trance the night before. She pulled the uniform on, shortened the skirt an inch, unbuttoned her blouse down 2 buttons, and put her hair up in a messy bun. She gathered her things, then made her way down to the Great Hall for breakfast.
She entered, causing a few heads to turn (as usual), and sat down next to Pansy Parkinson, who looked at her enviously.
"Oh Hermione, do you want to have a make-over in the dorm tonight?" Pansy asked. Pansy sometimes bugged Hermione, so she kind of snapped.
"Are you saying I need a makeover?" Hermione asked her with malice in her voice.
"Oh, no Hermione, nothing like that, I just thought it would be fun." Pansy trembled.
"Well, no thank you, I have better things to do then have a 'slumber party' staying up late and talking about boys." Hermione declined the invitation as harshly as she could, then turned back to her breakfast. Her mind kept going back to the man at the club last night. She could have sworn she knew him or maybe he just looked like someone she knew. But no one in Hogwarts was near that hot. The hottest guy in Hogwarts was Blaise Zambini, followed by Draco Malfoy (although mudblood), and then Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. She pushed the thoughts away and concentrated on other things. Unaware that the 'mystery man' was with her most of the day.