Hermione woke up in a cold sweat for the third time that week, she knew
those startling grey eyes.but in her dream they weren't cold, they were
filled with love. But the only person with eyes like those was her mortal
enemy.Draco Malfoy. That was an absurd thought, they were no more filled
with love than Voldemort's.
"What is this supposed to mean?" she questioned herself. Hermione slowly climbed out of bed to splash some cold water on her face.
She looked in the mirror, at a face that had just reached it's 17 year. Hermione had undergone quite a change the summer she turned 16. Her hair no longer bushy but sleek and long, and it was currently in a high bun, done up before bed so it wouldn't get in her way. Her teeth, which had been shrunk in her 4th year, were if possible even straighter from her parents idea of a quick summer treatment. She had gotten braces on the first day of summer vacation, and with a little help of magic (permission from Dumbledore) she had gone through a whole three year treatment in little more than two months. But Hermione did these changes for herself, after her long term relationship with Ron in 5th year, she realized that she didn't need a guy to make her happy. At this point in her life the only thing she need to concern herself with was her school work. After all, this was what would determine her whole life. Looking a little closer, she saw her eyes looked blood shot and worn out.
"I guess that's what not getting enough sleep can do to you," she told her reflection. On top of her dreams of the grey eyes, she had been stressing out about the head girl position. The candidates were informed of their eligibility at the end of their 6th year, but were not told who received the spot until the first day of Hogwarts. Hermione had been talking to her two best friends Harry and Ron all summer, and they thought she had the position in the bag. However being the modest one she is, denied it and replied that the other candidates were just as much if not more qualified than herself. But the time was slowly closing in, and her nerves couldn't handle it, the nights she had actually been able to sleep, she was awoken by this strange dream. School started up again in a week, and Hermione needed to get some more sleep before it did.
The rest of the week passed by very quickly and without the occurrence of any dreams, Hermione went to Diagon Alley to see her friends and do some school shopping. Her school letter this year had many new books on it, and some 'lethal' potions ingredients. Harry having grown a few more inches over the summer was again in great need of some new robes. So the three of them visited Madame Malkins robe shop after saying good bye to Seamus and Dean. Immediately when they walked into the shop Hermione felt some a cold stare, she snapped her head to the side to see an evil smirk heading her way.
"Well if it isn't Potter, Weasel, and the Mudblood, shopping for some new robes I see? l am also, and as you can see the summer was quite kind to me." he flashed me a charming smile, or as charming as Draco Malfoy can be. "Too bad you can't have a piece of this you filthy mud blood," he smirked and went on to admiring himself in the mirror. Ron was turning very red in the face, and this time even Harry was upset. Both of them took a step forward and reached for their wands.
"NO! Just leave him alone, he's not worth it," I very coolly told Ron. He turned and nodded to Harry to back off.
"But Hermione.he just.didn't you hear." Harry stuttered, totally not believing that I could just react to it like that.
"I don't care, let him call me what he wants, I know at least I have my pride."Hermione slowly turned to face Draco again, "I don't have to be a Death eater to be accepted into my family."she grinned evilly as she saw Draco's reaction to this simple sentence.
His normally cold eyes showed some pain and suffering, and Hermione realized, though she would never admit it, the summer had been very kind to him. His normally pale skin, had some colour to it.almost normal colour. And his platinum blond hair had turned a shade darker, very much complimenting his darker complexion. Over the years, his sharp facial features, had smoothed out into a very handsome face. But all of this went away as his eyes turned to a look of hatred.
"You don't know anything about my family life Granger, so it would please me if you would not discuss it," he stared absolute daggers at her, and stormed out of the shop with is dark robes billowing out behind him.
"Touchy," Ron laughed as the door shut loudly.
"Perhaps I was a little to harsh on him." what was I thinking? This was Draco, a boy who had harassed me every chance he had gotten for the last 6 years. But still, there was something that felt wrong about saying that to him. Maybe that she had sunken down to his level, no, that wasn't it either. It was almost as if she had feelin.NO! Hermione couldn't even think of that possibility. Ha, the mud blood Granger falling for the pure blooded Malfoy That was just ridiculous, never.what would be thought? She quickly pushed her worries from her head as they finished their shopping and said their good-byes .
Draco's POV
Draco was still thoroughly pissed off from Hermione's come back in the robe shop. "Who does she think she is.accusing me of being a.a.death eater." That he would sink so low to worship that filthy thing his father called 'Lord'. Never.but why wouldn't she think that? After all, it's not like he ever acted as if he was loyal to the light side. Maybe this year would be different; maybe he would prove to that muggle-bo.NO.mud blood that he was more than just a run of the mill Malfoy. He would be where it stopped; no more would the Malfoy name be associated with the Dark Lord. Muggle-born? Was he just about to call her a muggle born? He may show his true feelings, but he would NOT go soft. He was still better than her, she may be the top witch in their year, but he had true wizard's blood. Up ahead Draco saw his father waiting for him at a fire place.
"Draco! You idiot! What took you so long? I've been waiting for almost FIVE min. Tardiness is not a quality the dark lord likes.especially in his soon to be heir." his father smiled at this thought.
The Dark Lord's heir? Yeah.like that would ever happen. He would no sooner die than do become an heir to that vile monster. And Lucius, oh.how he hated him. However the feeling was mutual, the only reason Draco remained in his father's house was to please Voldemort.
"Hurry it up boy, we will be late for the meeting, and you know our lord will not be happy." Lucius cocked his eyebrow, to make it seem like the most obvious thing in the world.
"Yes Father."Draco looked down at his feet. He could stand up to anyone at Hogwarts.but Lucius was a different story. Oh if only the students at Hogwarts could see him now, 'Slytherin King is bossed around by his father'. HA! It would probably even make front page of the Daily Prophet, and I bet Hermione would just gobble it up too.Hermione? I didn't even know she had a first name.I think I MAY be going soft. Well maybe it's not so bad, maybe I could actually make some friends who like me for who I am and not for what my father is. But his thoughts were interrupted once again.
"Hello? Are you even listening to what I am saying to you? How could the Dark Lord want such a bloody git for his heir is beyond me.
"Whatever.let's just get going." Draco took some of the glittery powder, threw it into the fire and stepped into the fire place as he was swept up into the green flames.
Author's Note~
*So? So? What do you think, I am not sure if it's good or not.but I would REALLY appreciate it if you R/R! PLEASE! I will love you forever! This is my first story, so don't be too harsh, but constructive criticism is always welcome.BYE!*
"What is this supposed to mean?" she questioned herself. Hermione slowly climbed out of bed to splash some cold water on her face.
She looked in the mirror, at a face that had just reached it's 17 year. Hermione had undergone quite a change the summer she turned 16. Her hair no longer bushy but sleek and long, and it was currently in a high bun, done up before bed so it wouldn't get in her way. Her teeth, which had been shrunk in her 4th year, were if possible even straighter from her parents idea of a quick summer treatment. She had gotten braces on the first day of summer vacation, and with a little help of magic (permission from Dumbledore) she had gone through a whole three year treatment in little more than two months. But Hermione did these changes for herself, after her long term relationship with Ron in 5th year, she realized that she didn't need a guy to make her happy. At this point in her life the only thing she need to concern herself with was her school work. After all, this was what would determine her whole life. Looking a little closer, she saw her eyes looked blood shot and worn out.
"I guess that's what not getting enough sleep can do to you," she told her reflection. On top of her dreams of the grey eyes, she had been stressing out about the head girl position. The candidates were informed of their eligibility at the end of their 6th year, but were not told who received the spot until the first day of Hogwarts. Hermione had been talking to her two best friends Harry and Ron all summer, and they thought she had the position in the bag. However being the modest one she is, denied it and replied that the other candidates were just as much if not more qualified than herself. But the time was slowly closing in, and her nerves couldn't handle it, the nights she had actually been able to sleep, she was awoken by this strange dream. School started up again in a week, and Hermione needed to get some more sleep before it did.
The rest of the week passed by very quickly and without the occurrence of any dreams, Hermione went to Diagon Alley to see her friends and do some school shopping. Her school letter this year had many new books on it, and some 'lethal' potions ingredients. Harry having grown a few more inches over the summer was again in great need of some new robes. So the three of them visited Madame Malkins robe shop after saying good bye to Seamus and Dean. Immediately when they walked into the shop Hermione felt some a cold stare, she snapped her head to the side to see an evil smirk heading her way.
"Well if it isn't Potter, Weasel, and the Mudblood, shopping for some new robes I see? l am also, and as you can see the summer was quite kind to me." he flashed me a charming smile, or as charming as Draco Malfoy can be. "Too bad you can't have a piece of this you filthy mud blood," he smirked and went on to admiring himself in the mirror. Ron was turning very red in the face, and this time even Harry was upset. Both of them took a step forward and reached for their wands.
"NO! Just leave him alone, he's not worth it," I very coolly told Ron. He turned and nodded to Harry to back off.
"But Hermione.he just.didn't you hear." Harry stuttered, totally not believing that I could just react to it like that.
"I don't care, let him call me what he wants, I know at least I have my pride."Hermione slowly turned to face Draco again, "I don't have to be a Death eater to be accepted into my family."she grinned evilly as she saw Draco's reaction to this simple sentence.
His normally cold eyes showed some pain and suffering, and Hermione realized, though she would never admit it, the summer had been very kind to him. His normally pale skin, had some colour to it.almost normal colour. And his platinum blond hair had turned a shade darker, very much complimenting his darker complexion. Over the years, his sharp facial features, had smoothed out into a very handsome face. But all of this went away as his eyes turned to a look of hatred.
"You don't know anything about my family life Granger, so it would please me if you would not discuss it," he stared absolute daggers at her, and stormed out of the shop with is dark robes billowing out behind him.
"Touchy," Ron laughed as the door shut loudly.
"Perhaps I was a little to harsh on him." what was I thinking? This was Draco, a boy who had harassed me every chance he had gotten for the last 6 years. But still, there was something that felt wrong about saying that to him. Maybe that she had sunken down to his level, no, that wasn't it either. It was almost as if she had feelin.NO! Hermione couldn't even think of that possibility. Ha, the mud blood Granger falling for the pure blooded Malfoy That was just ridiculous, never.what would be thought? She quickly pushed her worries from her head as they finished their shopping and said their good-byes .
Draco's POV
Draco was still thoroughly pissed off from Hermione's come back in the robe shop. "Who does she think she is.accusing me of being a.a.death eater." That he would sink so low to worship that filthy thing his father called 'Lord'. Never.but why wouldn't she think that? After all, it's not like he ever acted as if he was loyal to the light side. Maybe this year would be different; maybe he would prove to that muggle-bo.NO.mud blood that he was more than just a run of the mill Malfoy. He would be where it stopped; no more would the Malfoy name be associated with the Dark Lord. Muggle-born? Was he just about to call her a muggle born? He may show his true feelings, but he would NOT go soft. He was still better than her, she may be the top witch in their year, but he had true wizard's blood. Up ahead Draco saw his father waiting for him at a fire place.
"Draco! You idiot! What took you so long? I've been waiting for almost FIVE min. Tardiness is not a quality the dark lord likes.especially in his soon to be heir." his father smiled at this thought.
The Dark Lord's heir? Yeah.like that would ever happen. He would no sooner die than do become an heir to that vile monster. And Lucius, oh.how he hated him. However the feeling was mutual, the only reason Draco remained in his father's house was to please Voldemort.
"Hurry it up boy, we will be late for the meeting, and you know our lord will not be happy." Lucius cocked his eyebrow, to make it seem like the most obvious thing in the world.
"Yes Father."Draco looked down at his feet. He could stand up to anyone at Hogwarts.but Lucius was a different story. Oh if only the students at Hogwarts could see him now, 'Slytherin King is bossed around by his father'. HA! It would probably even make front page of the Daily Prophet, and I bet Hermione would just gobble it up too.Hermione? I didn't even know she had a first name.I think I MAY be going soft. Well maybe it's not so bad, maybe I could actually make some friends who like me for who I am and not for what my father is. But his thoughts were interrupted once again.
"Hello? Are you even listening to what I am saying to you? How could the Dark Lord want such a bloody git for his heir is beyond me.
"Whatever.let's just get going." Draco took some of the glittery powder, threw it into the fire and stepped into the fire place as he was swept up into the green flames.
Author's Note~
*So? So? What do you think, I am not sure if it's good or not.but I would REALLY appreciate it if you R/R! PLEASE! I will love you forever! This is my first story, so don't be too harsh, but constructive criticism is always welcome.BYE!*