*Skin on Skin*
#####Disclaimer: I don't own any characters in here, I just borrow them for a little while to write this story.
I don't even own the title since it is from the song 'Skin on skin' from Sarah Connor. But I
own the idea to this story. :D
English isn't my first language, so I hope I won't make too much spelling and grammar mistakes.
Warning: Harry, Ron, and Ginny OOC!!!!!!!!!###########
* * * * * She can't remember a time when she felt needed If love was red then she was color blind
All her friends they've been tried for treason
And crimes that were never defined
She's saying, "Love is like a barren place,
And reaching out for human faith
Is like a journey I just don't have a map for"
So baby's gonna take a dive and Push the shift to overdrive
Send a signal that she's hanging All her hopes on the stars
What a pleasant dream
"To the moon and back" - Savage Garden * * * * * * * *
Hermione sat in the train on her own while it drove her to her last year at Hogwarts. It was odd to sit alone for the first time. Even in her first year she had sit with some of the other first years. But now. Harry and Ron wanted to spend some time alone with Ginny and Lavender.
Hermione looked out of the window and watched the at the sky. It had been raining the last week of her summer vacations and it hadn't stopped yet. But she didn't care. It fit in her mood.
Somehow, she had the feeling that she had knew this already through all the years. That someday, she would be alone again. Again without friends. Without anyone who would care.
She had to see it through, she was completely alone. Even her parents seemed only to care what marks she get. That was the reason she had been studying most of the time. To get one loving word out of her parents. But they didn't say anything. They expected her to be the best.
She forced the upcoming tears back. She wouldn't cry. It wouldn't help her any. She wouldn't get friends and loving parents if she cried. She also hadn't cried when Crookshanks had died this summer. She had learned three years ago, that crying didn't bring the dead back to live. It only let you feel weaker.
She arose and opened the window, enjoying the cool air and the raindrops on her face. If she had to cry over him, at least now nobody would ever know it. Not that anybody would care anyway.
She heard the door behind her being opened and rolled her eyes. She didn't know if she should feel bothered or be glad that some things didn't change and that some people still remembered her.
"Hey mudblood. All alone? Where are your two boyfriends? I expected you to do a happy threesome in here."
"Leave me alone Malfoy!" He was taken aback. Hermione still stood with her back to him. Was this all she would say to him? Where were the insults he was used from her? And where were Potty and Weasel? Probably in the toilet jerking off after seeing her. He grinned. But he had to admit that she was quiet a sight. The first thing he had seen when he had entered the room had been legs. Long, slender, tanned legs. And damn, when had these skirts become so short? Or these shirts so tight? He leaned against the doorframe and watched her. He waited for her to turn around to him. Ro insult him like he was used to. And he wouldn't leave before this would have happened.
Hermione felt his eyes staring at her. Couldn't he just leave her? Did anything have to get even worse?
"Don't you have anybody else to bother?" She asked him weak.
"Granger, your comebacks are getting lamer with every second."
"Shouldn't you be used to it? Or do you really want to say that there is even one Slytherin who contradicts you?!" Malfoy smiled.
"That's the Granger I was waiting for! Finally realized that the vacations are over, hu? So, now, where are Potthead and Weasel?" Hermione shrugged.
"Why Malfoy, I didn't know you long for them that much! But I have to disappoint you, they both have already some girls, so I guess you won't have a chance, but you can go and look for them yourself." Malfoy narrowed his eyes at her back. Potter and Weasley with their girlfriends and Granger alone? This would be a picture he had to get used to. Hermione closed the window and turned around to him. She looked confused at him when she noticed that he was alone. And worse, that she was alone with him.
"Seems like I'm not the only one who's not with the usual people." Malfoy shrugged and took the time to let his eyes wander over her body. She had developed real nice over the years. And she even had somehow tamed her hair. Her hair. there was something else different about it. He just couldn't put a finger to it.
"Like what you see?" He met her eyes and suddenly had the feeling to know these eyes from somebody else. But that couldn't be. The only mudbloods he knew where the ones at Hogwarts and he didn't care to take a second look at them. Well, okay, so he took just now a better look at a mudblood. But that doesn't count, right? She was the best witch at Hogwarts. Even better then him! And she was probably the most gorgeous girl at the school in this year, too. He wondered why Potter or Weasel had never had anything with her.
"Malfoy, stop staring at me!" He snapped out of his trance and turned around to leave the compartment.
But then he turned around once more and grinned his typical grin at her.
"Do me a favour and leave our bathroom door open."
"OUR?"
"Whom had you expected to be head boy?!" And with that he left her alone. Malfoy Head boy?! She hadn't even thought who would be head boy. She had received the letter telling her that she was head girl but she hadn't wasted one thought about the boy.
"Fuck! This will sure be a long year!"
#####Disclaimer: I don't own any characters in here, I just borrow them for a little while to write this story.
I don't even own the title since it is from the song 'Skin on skin' from Sarah Connor. But I
own the idea to this story. :D
English isn't my first language, so I hope I won't make too much spelling and grammar mistakes.
Warning: Harry, Ron, and Ginny OOC!!!!!!!!!###########
* * * * * She can't remember a time when she felt needed If love was red then she was color blind
All her friends they've been tried for treason
And crimes that were never defined
She's saying, "Love is like a barren place,
And reaching out for human faith
Is like a journey I just don't have a map for"
So baby's gonna take a dive and Push the shift to overdrive
Send a signal that she's hanging All her hopes on the stars
What a pleasant dream
"To the moon and back" - Savage Garden * * * * * * * *
Hermione sat in the train on her own while it drove her to her last year at Hogwarts. It was odd to sit alone for the first time. Even in her first year she had sit with some of the other first years. But now. Harry and Ron wanted to spend some time alone with Ginny and Lavender.
Hermione looked out of the window and watched the at the sky. It had been raining the last week of her summer vacations and it hadn't stopped yet. But she didn't care. It fit in her mood.
Somehow, she had the feeling that she had knew this already through all the years. That someday, she would be alone again. Again without friends. Without anyone who would care.
She had to see it through, she was completely alone. Even her parents seemed only to care what marks she get. That was the reason she had been studying most of the time. To get one loving word out of her parents. But they didn't say anything. They expected her to be the best.
She forced the upcoming tears back. She wouldn't cry. It wouldn't help her any. She wouldn't get friends and loving parents if she cried. She also hadn't cried when Crookshanks had died this summer. She had learned three years ago, that crying didn't bring the dead back to live. It only let you feel weaker.
She arose and opened the window, enjoying the cool air and the raindrops on her face. If she had to cry over him, at least now nobody would ever know it. Not that anybody would care anyway.
She heard the door behind her being opened and rolled her eyes. She didn't know if she should feel bothered or be glad that some things didn't change and that some people still remembered her.
"Hey mudblood. All alone? Where are your two boyfriends? I expected you to do a happy threesome in here."
"Leave me alone Malfoy!" He was taken aback. Hermione still stood with her back to him. Was this all she would say to him? Where were the insults he was used from her? And where were Potty and Weasel? Probably in the toilet jerking off after seeing her. He grinned. But he had to admit that she was quiet a sight. The first thing he had seen when he had entered the room had been legs. Long, slender, tanned legs. And damn, when had these skirts become so short? Or these shirts so tight? He leaned against the doorframe and watched her. He waited for her to turn around to him. Ro insult him like he was used to. And he wouldn't leave before this would have happened.
Hermione felt his eyes staring at her. Couldn't he just leave her? Did anything have to get even worse?
"Don't you have anybody else to bother?" She asked him weak.
"Granger, your comebacks are getting lamer with every second."
"Shouldn't you be used to it? Or do you really want to say that there is even one Slytherin who contradicts you?!" Malfoy smiled.
"That's the Granger I was waiting for! Finally realized that the vacations are over, hu? So, now, where are Potthead and Weasel?" Hermione shrugged.
"Why Malfoy, I didn't know you long for them that much! But I have to disappoint you, they both have already some girls, so I guess you won't have a chance, but you can go and look for them yourself." Malfoy narrowed his eyes at her back. Potter and Weasley with their girlfriends and Granger alone? This would be a picture he had to get used to. Hermione closed the window and turned around to him. She looked confused at him when she noticed that he was alone. And worse, that she was alone with him.
"Seems like I'm not the only one who's not with the usual people." Malfoy shrugged and took the time to let his eyes wander over her body. She had developed real nice over the years. And she even had somehow tamed her hair. Her hair. there was something else different about it. He just couldn't put a finger to it.
"Like what you see?" He met her eyes and suddenly had the feeling to know these eyes from somebody else. But that couldn't be. The only mudbloods he knew where the ones at Hogwarts and he didn't care to take a second look at them. Well, okay, so he took just now a better look at a mudblood. But that doesn't count, right? She was the best witch at Hogwarts. Even better then him! And she was probably the most gorgeous girl at the school in this year, too. He wondered why Potter or Weasel had never had anything with her.
"Malfoy, stop staring at me!" He snapped out of his trance and turned around to leave the compartment.
But then he turned around once more and grinned his typical grin at her.
"Do me a favour and leave our bathroom door open."
"OUR?"
"Whom had you expected to be head boy?!" And with that he left her alone. Malfoy Head boy?! She hadn't even thought who would be head boy. She had received the letter telling her that she was head girl but she hadn't wasted one thought about the boy.
"Fuck! This will sure be a long year!"