Title: Firefly
Chapter Two: School Starts
Author: Kitty Malfoy
A/N: Not much to say here. I'm so happy to have a new project to work on. Though, I will miss the Passing Time Trilogy, its time was over and I was glad to make it through all 33 Chapters, successfully. Promotion Insert----- - If you haven't read the Trilogy yet, please do, AND review! It'll make me so happy. It goes Blast to the Past, Back to the Future, and then Blast to the Past II. They must be read in that order. Anyhoo, love you all to death; hugs and kisses.
(Oh, yeah, And as of yet I have not been able to find JK at poker night in order to regain my right to Harry Potter...I think she's avoiding me..)
(Oh and Keara is my inspiration)
(And...omg! I right smut! Lol, j/k)
(Oh! And I know that in this chapter and in future ones there is a Harry/Hermione relationship. *Shudder* As much as it pains me (literally) to write it, it is a must for the development of the story. I promise! From the deepest, most Harry-hating part of my body, that Harry will be left in the dust to make way for Draco; Who looked damn sexy in his first scene in the Chamber of Secrets, I might add, lol who is my sex god!)
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"Welcome students to another school year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. As is tradition at the beginning of the year we will be announcing this terms' Head Boy and Girl. Ladies first. This year's Head Girl, from Gryffindor...once again Miss Hermione Granger." Hermione stood up in acknowledgment of the applause and then reseated herself beside her best friends. Both Harry and Ron patted her soundly on the back and she beamed at them.
Dumbledore stood again, and the hall fell into silence. "And this year's Head Boy is from Slytherin; Draco Malfoy." Draco also stood, and flashed a suave smile at the students. Hermione frowned in disgust as the female population swooned. She watched him as he sat down with her hawk- like hazel eyes and they swirled to brown.
The voices of her friends caught her attention, and she turned back to them, just as Draco himself looked up at her, but all he got was the back of her head.
"I can't believe you have to be Head Girl with Malfoy." Ron sympathized through a mouthful of stew. Harry nodded in agreement, and passed the biscuits to Hermione. "I know!" She exclaimed, easily falling back into the familiar rhythm of chatter. "It'll be awful. We even have to share a common room."
Pumpkin juice sprayed from Harry's mouth and narrowly avoided hitting Ron dead in the face.
"What?!" he exclaimed.
Hermione looked at him in bewilderment, and handed him a napkin, and helped to mop up the spilled drink. "Harry! Whatever is the matter?" She asked, looking at him in concern.
"You're sharing a room?!" He hissed.
Hermione rolled her eyes, and blotted at his shirt with her napkin. "A 'common' room. Stressing the word common. We will have our own dormitories you know..." She said. She ran her slender fingers through her honey brown hair and brushed it out of her face. Once again gnawing on her lower lip she cradled her own goblet of pumpkin juice in her lap.
"But still!" he insisted turning towards her.
"Harry..." Hermione started.
"I agree with him, 'Mione." Ron chimed in, wiping his hands on his black robe. "Malfoy is the last person I would trust you alone with."
"Would you listen to you two!" Hermione exclaimed standing up, thankful that dinner was finally drawing to a close. "I'm 18 years old and have been Head Girl two years in a row and house Prefect for the same time. I think I can handle Draco-the-bouncing-ferret."
As they filed out of the Great Hall Hermione felt someone bumped into her. When she turned around she wished she hadn't. Silver eyes matched the patented superior smirk.
"Malfoy." She muttered under her breath.
He opened his mouth to say something, most likely sarcastic, but he closed it again. Looking over her shoulder she saw Harry and Ron flanking her on both sides. Draco didn't seem intimidated by the two and Hermione knew full and well that Draco could hold his own; It was more as if he didn't want to start something that would only serve to inconvenience him slightly.
'How selfish.' Hermione thought darkly - her eyes mirroring her raging emotions.
"Congratulations Granger." He said, silkily and held out a hand. Hermione didn't take it but glared icily back at him. Pulling his hand back he ran it through his golden locks. As of fourth year he had finally gotten a sense of style and had ditched the shellacked look in favor of a more natural one without his nancy-boy hair gel. When she didn't say anything he continued. "This year should be.....interesting."
"I guess you could see it that way." She admitted indifferently. She turned and started to walk away.
"See you in our room then," he called out after her. He smirked as both Ron and Harry whirled around. Hermione turned around as well and scowled at him. He had struck a chord and he knew it; and he did it because he could. He didn't even flinch when Harry grabbed the front of his robes.
"Stay the hell away from my girlfriend, Malfoy!"
For once, Malfoy was surprised. He looked at Hermione and broke into his familiar sneer. "The Boy-Who-Lived is dating the Head Girl. How picturesque." He mocked. "So Potter finally beat out the Weasel to shag the Mudblood."
"Ron, don't!" Hermione exclaimed, tugging on the back of his robes. "Besides, everyone knows I'm a Pureblood by now and always have been. He's just out of insults, that's it." Hermione stated, turning her best friend around in a no-nonsense way.
Harry dropped the Slytherin to the ground and walked towards Hermione. Seeking out her hand he held it in his own.
"You shouldn't have let him get to you like that." She reprimanded him.
"If he does anything to you..." Harry started; in what she assumed was a threat.
"You'll make a complete idiot out of yourself." She finished. She kissed his cheek, in what she hoped was a comforting way. "Will you be a gentlemen and show me my room?" He flushed and executed a melodramatic bow. "I would be honored."
Ron made a gagging noise; interrupting their scene.
Hermione laughed and was glad that she and Ron had remained best friends through her relationship with Harry. They had discovered in their fifth year that they loved each other no more than the love a brother and sister would share. This left Harry to make his move on Hermione at the end of their sixth year, and they had kept up their long distance relationship over the long summer months. Harry was wonderful. He was sweet, honest, loyal, and true. Everything a girl could ask for in a boyfriend. And yet. And yet. Hermione could feel this nagging thought in the back of her mind. It pulled at her; shouted at her until she was forced to face it.
There was something missing.
******* R & R. I know..ew! Harry/Hermione mushy-ness was basically this whole chapter. Though, check out the last line. Oh yeah. There is definitely something missing. The sexy god-ness that is Draco! Hope to have the next chapter up soon, but I have a crape load of Debate speeches to write! The madness never stops!!!! Plus I have to deal with the bitca that keeps copying parts of all our speeches (my friends and I) and placing higher than us. If she comes anywhere near me at this tournament I'm gonna stab her with a burning, 10 ft. stick, and gouge her eyes out with a blunt candlestick.
I'm very bitter.....
Can you tell?
Ne-ways thanks for listening to my rant, and if you have any ideas as to how I should brutally administer cruel and unusual punishment upon this bitca, please include them in your review. Thank you much.
Kitty Malfoy (^ ^)
Chapter Two: School Starts
Author: Kitty Malfoy
A/N: Not much to say here. I'm so happy to have a new project to work on. Though, I will miss the Passing Time Trilogy, its time was over and I was glad to make it through all 33 Chapters, successfully. Promotion Insert----- - If you haven't read the Trilogy yet, please do, AND review! It'll make me so happy. It goes Blast to the Past, Back to the Future, and then Blast to the Past II. They must be read in that order. Anyhoo, love you all to death; hugs and kisses.
(Oh, yeah, And as of yet I have not been able to find JK at poker night in order to regain my right to Harry Potter...I think she's avoiding me..)
(Oh and Keara is my inspiration)
(And...omg! I right smut! Lol, j/k)
(Oh! And I know that in this chapter and in future ones there is a Harry/Hermione relationship. *Shudder* As much as it pains me (literally) to write it, it is a must for the development of the story. I promise! From the deepest, most Harry-hating part of my body, that Harry will be left in the dust to make way for Draco; Who looked damn sexy in his first scene in the Chamber of Secrets, I might add, lol who is my sex god!)
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"Welcome students to another school year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. As is tradition at the beginning of the year we will be announcing this terms' Head Boy and Girl. Ladies first. This year's Head Girl, from Gryffindor...once again Miss Hermione Granger." Hermione stood up in acknowledgment of the applause and then reseated herself beside her best friends. Both Harry and Ron patted her soundly on the back and she beamed at them.
Dumbledore stood again, and the hall fell into silence. "And this year's Head Boy is from Slytherin; Draco Malfoy." Draco also stood, and flashed a suave smile at the students. Hermione frowned in disgust as the female population swooned. She watched him as he sat down with her hawk- like hazel eyes and they swirled to brown.
The voices of her friends caught her attention, and she turned back to them, just as Draco himself looked up at her, but all he got was the back of her head.
"I can't believe you have to be Head Girl with Malfoy." Ron sympathized through a mouthful of stew. Harry nodded in agreement, and passed the biscuits to Hermione. "I know!" She exclaimed, easily falling back into the familiar rhythm of chatter. "It'll be awful. We even have to share a common room."
Pumpkin juice sprayed from Harry's mouth and narrowly avoided hitting Ron dead in the face.
"What?!" he exclaimed.
Hermione looked at him in bewilderment, and handed him a napkin, and helped to mop up the spilled drink. "Harry! Whatever is the matter?" She asked, looking at him in concern.
"You're sharing a room?!" He hissed.
Hermione rolled her eyes, and blotted at his shirt with her napkin. "A 'common' room. Stressing the word common. We will have our own dormitories you know..." She said. She ran her slender fingers through her honey brown hair and brushed it out of her face. Once again gnawing on her lower lip she cradled her own goblet of pumpkin juice in her lap.
"But still!" he insisted turning towards her.
"Harry..." Hermione started.
"I agree with him, 'Mione." Ron chimed in, wiping his hands on his black robe. "Malfoy is the last person I would trust you alone with."
"Would you listen to you two!" Hermione exclaimed standing up, thankful that dinner was finally drawing to a close. "I'm 18 years old and have been Head Girl two years in a row and house Prefect for the same time. I think I can handle Draco-the-bouncing-ferret."
As they filed out of the Great Hall Hermione felt someone bumped into her. When she turned around she wished she hadn't. Silver eyes matched the patented superior smirk.
"Malfoy." She muttered under her breath.
He opened his mouth to say something, most likely sarcastic, but he closed it again. Looking over her shoulder she saw Harry and Ron flanking her on both sides. Draco didn't seem intimidated by the two and Hermione knew full and well that Draco could hold his own; It was more as if he didn't want to start something that would only serve to inconvenience him slightly.
'How selfish.' Hermione thought darkly - her eyes mirroring her raging emotions.
"Congratulations Granger." He said, silkily and held out a hand. Hermione didn't take it but glared icily back at him. Pulling his hand back he ran it through his golden locks. As of fourth year he had finally gotten a sense of style and had ditched the shellacked look in favor of a more natural one without his nancy-boy hair gel. When she didn't say anything he continued. "This year should be.....interesting."
"I guess you could see it that way." She admitted indifferently. She turned and started to walk away.
"See you in our room then," he called out after her. He smirked as both Ron and Harry whirled around. Hermione turned around as well and scowled at him. He had struck a chord and he knew it; and he did it because he could. He didn't even flinch when Harry grabbed the front of his robes.
"Stay the hell away from my girlfriend, Malfoy!"
For once, Malfoy was surprised. He looked at Hermione and broke into his familiar sneer. "The Boy-Who-Lived is dating the Head Girl. How picturesque." He mocked. "So Potter finally beat out the Weasel to shag the Mudblood."
"Ron, don't!" Hermione exclaimed, tugging on the back of his robes. "Besides, everyone knows I'm a Pureblood by now and always have been. He's just out of insults, that's it." Hermione stated, turning her best friend around in a no-nonsense way.
Harry dropped the Slytherin to the ground and walked towards Hermione. Seeking out her hand he held it in his own.
"You shouldn't have let him get to you like that." She reprimanded him.
"If he does anything to you..." Harry started; in what she assumed was a threat.
"You'll make a complete idiot out of yourself." She finished. She kissed his cheek, in what she hoped was a comforting way. "Will you be a gentlemen and show me my room?" He flushed and executed a melodramatic bow. "I would be honored."
Ron made a gagging noise; interrupting their scene.
Hermione laughed and was glad that she and Ron had remained best friends through her relationship with Harry. They had discovered in their fifth year that they loved each other no more than the love a brother and sister would share. This left Harry to make his move on Hermione at the end of their sixth year, and they had kept up their long distance relationship over the long summer months. Harry was wonderful. He was sweet, honest, loyal, and true. Everything a girl could ask for in a boyfriend. And yet. And yet. Hermione could feel this nagging thought in the back of her mind. It pulled at her; shouted at her until she was forced to face it.
There was something missing.
******* R & R. I know..ew! Harry/Hermione mushy-ness was basically this whole chapter. Though, check out the last line. Oh yeah. There is definitely something missing. The sexy god-ness that is Draco! Hope to have the next chapter up soon, but I have a crape load of Debate speeches to write! The madness never stops!!!! Plus I have to deal with the bitca that keeps copying parts of all our speeches (my friends and I) and placing higher than us. If she comes anywhere near me at this tournament I'm gonna stab her with a burning, 10 ft. stick, and gouge her eyes out with a blunt candlestick.
I'm very bitter.....
Can you tell?
Ne-ways thanks for listening to my rant, and if you have any ideas as to how I should brutally administer cruel and unusual punishment upon this bitca, please include them in your review. Thank you much.
Kitty Malfoy (^ ^)
