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Chapter 2
Disclaimer: Don't own it. Plain and simple.
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Hermione adjusted her book bag on her shoulder as she walked down the corridors of her new school with Harry and Ron in tow. Whilst her two friends chatted on about the coming Quidditch season and trying out for Slytherin's team, her mind was elsewhere. She was contemplating the classes she'd be taking, how she'd arrange her studying schedule and any other academic thoughts which happened to cross her thoughtful mind.
"Yeah, I'm going to try out for Seeker. I hear that stupid, blond guy has been the Seeker though," Harry mumbled grumpily. Ron shook his head.
"Stupid snob boy. You're probably loads better than he is, Harry," the red-head comforted his brooding friend.
"Well, at least we'll both get to try out and whoever's better will get the spot," Harry said. Ron nodded.
"I don't think I'm going to try out for keeper this year though," he said. Hermione and Harry looked at him questioningly. "Mum said my grades were down last year because of the team and she wants me to study more," he supplied with a loud groan. Harry looked at him sympathetically, but Hermione nodded approvingly.
"Good, she's right! You need to study more, Ron!" she reprimanded him. He glared at her and she play-punched him in the shoulder. He rubbed it sorely. "Don't you glare at me, Ronald Weasley!"
"Hey, speaking of that git, Malfoy," Harry started, turning to face Hermione, "has he said anything else to you? He'll regret it."
Hermione raised her curved eyebrows. She looked down thoughtfully and then shrugged. "No. I didn't even see him this morning now that I think about it. Maybe sharing a dormitory with him won't be so bad afterall."
Harry seethed with rage. "I can't believe they're making you room with that bloody git. If he does ANYTHING to you, tell Ron or me," he said protectively. Hermione blushed as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. She revelled in the warmth his body emitted.
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Draco turned slightly in his chair as the 'new kids' entered the Potions classroom just as the bell rang. He rolled eyes and slumped back into his seat, facing the front of the class.
"Potter actually has his arm around the Mudblood!" a pug-faced girl beside Draco said disgustedly. He looked at Hermione, Harry, Ron and two others out of the corner of his eye. Harry was pulling out a chair for the princess at their table. Draco's eyes shown with amusement.
Just as Lavender and Seamus seated themselves with the other four Gryffindor natives, Professor Snape stormed into the room, spouting his usual rant about what would not be tolerated during the coming schoolyear. Throughout the class, Draco and Hermione had both been distressed to find that they were no longer the most intelligent student in their school -- they were evenly matched. The other students looked back and forth between them as they both scrambled to answer questions before the other.
"You know, it's a little scary that they share a dorm," Ron whispered. Harry gulped and nodded.
Needless to say, Snape was especially happy to announce the end of class. Draco turned to glare one last time at Hermione only to find that she was giggling over something Harry had whispered in her ear. He picked up her books and the Gryffindors exited the class. But not before Hermione threw a cursatory glance back at the Slytherin prince.
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Lavender giggled like a schoolgirl and jumped up and down with Hermione's hands in hers. "Oh, my GOSH! I can't believe it!"
Hermione blushed profusely and looked at her feet. "I know. I can't believe he wants me to meet him tonight... ALONE, no less!"
Lavender sighed dreamily and plopped down onto Hermione's bed. "You are so lucky, Hermione. Harry is so hot..." she trailed off with another sigh. Hermione's eyes glazed over and she nodded slowly. Suddenly she snapped out of it.
"Wait, just because he wants to meet with me alone doesn't mean he likes me like THAT," she told her friend depressingly. Lavender rolled her eyes and laid her head in Hermione's lap.
"Please. He HAS to like you. He flirts with you all of the time!" she informed the brunette as if it were as clear as day. The princess's eyebrows furrowed in deep thought and nervousness. She glanced at the clock absently, then did a double-take. She leaped out of the bed with a squeal.
"Oh, shi-- I have to meet him in an hour!" she exclaimed and ran to her dresser to find something to wear. Her school uniform simply wouldn't do.
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Draco walked through the dark hallways of the Slytherin school, face set in a stony mask as he was accustomed to. It was nearly midnight, but he had returned to his Potions class after dinner to study some more. He found it much more peaceful to study there than in his common room where his friends often went. Professor Snape was his favorite professor, so he allowed the prince to study in the empty classroom whenever he felt the need to.
He passed by many empty classrooms and all of the halls were deserted at this time of night. Only school prefects or, of course, Head Boy and Head Girl were allowed to be out of their dorms at this time of night. Though even he was pushing curfew. He turned a corner and slowed to a halt as the door to the left of him glowed with a bright light blaring from inside. He raised his eyebrows curiously. Was the DADA teacher, Professor Lupin he thought, still in there grading papers or something? Against his better judgment, he decided to peek inside at the new teacher. He cracked the door open a small slit and looked inside. His eyes bulged and he held back a chuckle. Suddenly feeling very devious, he opened the door all of the way to reveal Hermione and Harry in a very compromising position. He cleared his throat to get their attention.
Hermione pulled out of Harry's kiss and gasped loudly. Harry dropped her in surprise and she fumbled to pull her skirt all the way down from its rising position around her hips.
"Well, well, what have we here? Pothead and the Gryffinwhore?" Draco snickered and gazed pointedly at the top of Hermione's creamy breast. Her face flushed and she pulled her red, tank top back over her shoulders. The blond's grin widened immensely as he eyed Harry triumphantly.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" the boy wizard spat. He glared daggers into the other wizard's eyes and Hermione kept her eyes glued to the floor in embarrassment. Draco looked around the classroom casually.
"Oh, nothing. Just hoping I could have found your little girlfriend alone. Tell me, dear, have you ever been violated?" he asked with a demented smile. Hermione's mouth opened in shock.
"You sick bastard!" she screamed and advanced on him. Catching him off-guard, she slapped him hard across his pale cheek. He reached his hand up to the tingling spot on his face and laughed.
"She's a fiesty one, Potter," he said off-topic with an admiring look on his face. Harry wasn't so amused.
"Get the fuck out of here, Malfoy," he warned threateningly. Draco's eyes slowly focused on Harry again and he nodded.
"But of course. I won't tell on your little adventure, but be warned that I do so love to hold things against other people," the blond replied with a hinting tone. Hermione made a frustrated noise. She reached her hand back to slap him again, but this time, Draco caught her frail hand in mid-slap. He slowly brought it down and licked her palm seductively. She growled and he pushed her palm up and tapped it against her own cheek. She ripped his hand from his grasp and Harry stormed up behind her.
Draco smirked deviously and turned to leave the room. As he stepped through the door, he looked over his shoulder once more. "Tastes good, doesn't she, Potter?" Harry reached into his robe on the floor for his wand, but Draco had already left.
He turned to the Gryffindor princess. "Are you alright?" She rubbed her forehead and nodded slowly. He carressed her cheek with his palm and leaned forward. He kissed her neck gently, but she backed away.
"Harry, I think we've had enough excitement for one night," she said, motioning to the door Draco had left through only moments before. Harry sighed and silently wanted to wring Draco's neck.
"Right," he replied. "I'll walk you to your dorm." Hermione frowned sadly, but followed him out of the now-dark room. She had finally gotten her chance with her long-time crush and that Slytherin git had gone and ruined it all.
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Hermione quietly stepped into her and Draco's common room, expecting it to be dark and deserted. However, it was dimly lit and two Slytherin boys, a pug-faced girl and Draco were sitting on the couch talking quietly. They all looked up as she entered. The girl looked at her disdainfully. Draco licked his lips seductively and winked at her. It took all she had not to stomp over to him and wipe that disgusting smirk right off of his face. Instead she opted to roll her eyes and walk straight to her bedroom, slamming the door shut behind her.
She dragged her feet behind her and over to her bed. She glanced at the clock which now read 12:05. She sighed unhappily and laid down in her bed. She turned her head to the side and pictured Harry's body right next to hers. She grazed her hand over her pillow where she imagined his head would be. She shifted uncomfortably, suddenly feeling very hot in the lower regions of her body. She groaned and decided to go to sleep before things got too out of hand. Not to mention, at the current moment, she wanted nothing more than to kill the Slytherin in the room across from her for ruining her chance with Harry.
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No, Harry will not be an asshole to Hermione in this fic unlike some I've read. That's completely unrealistic and it won't happen. I'll try my best to keep the characters IN character. Now... who went out and bought Order of the Phoenix?! *sighs happily* Anyway, if anyone wants to be emailed when I have new chapters out, let me know in a review. Thanks for reading! ^_^
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: Don't own it. Plain and simple.
~*~*~*~
Hermione adjusted her book bag on her shoulder as she walked down the corridors of her new school with Harry and Ron in tow. Whilst her two friends chatted on about the coming Quidditch season and trying out for Slytherin's team, her mind was elsewhere. She was contemplating the classes she'd be taking, how she'd arrange her studying schedule and any other academic thoughts which happened to cross her thoughtful mind.
"Yeah, I'm going to try out for Seeker. I hear that stupid, blond guy has been the Seeker though," Harry mumbled grumpily. Ron shook his head.
"Stupid snob boy. You're probably loads better than he is, Harry," the red-head comforted his brooding friend.
"Well, at least we'll both get to try out and whoever's better will get the spot," Harry said. Ron nodded.
"I don't think I'm going to try out for keeper this year though," he said. Hermione and Harry looked at him questioningly. "Mum said my grades were down last year because of the team and she wants me to study more," he supplied with a loud groan. Harry looked at him sympathetically, but Hermione nodded approvingly.
"Good, she's right! You need to study more, Ron!" she reprimanded him. He glared at her and she play-punched him in the shoulder. He rubbed it sorely. "Don't you glare at me, Ronald Weasley!"
"Hey, speaking of that git, Malfoy," Harry started, turning to face Hermione, "has he said anything else to you? He'll regret it."
Hermione raised her curved eyebrows. She looked down thoughtfully and then shrugged. "No. I didn't even see him this morning now that I think about it. Maybe sharing a dormitory with him won't be so bad afterall."
Harry seethed with rage. "I can't believe they're making you room with that bloody git. If he does ANYTHING to you, tell Ron or me," he said protectively. Hermione blushed as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. She revelled in the warmth his body emitted.
~*~
Draco turned slightly in his chair as the 'new kids' entered the Potions classroom just as the bell rang. He rolled eyes and slumped back into his seat, facing the front of the class.
"Potter actually has his arm around the Mudblood!" a pug-faced girl beside Draco said disgustedly. He looked at Hermione, Harry, Ron and two others out of the corner of his eye. Harry was pulling out a chair for the princess at their table. Draco's eyes shown with amusement.
Just as Lavender and Seamus seated themselves with the other four Gryffindor natives, Professor Snape stormed into the room, spouting his usual rant about what would not be tolerated during the coming schoolyear. Throughout the class, Draco and Hermione had both been distressed to find that they were no longer the most intelligent student in their school -- they were evenly matched. The other students looked back and forth between them as they both scrambled to answer questions before the other.
"You know, it's a little scary that they share a dorm," Ron whispered. Harry gulped and nodded.
Needless to say, Snape was especially happy to announce the end of class. Draco turned to glare one last time at Hermione only to find that she was giggling over something Harry had whispered in her ear. He picked up her books and the Gryffindors exited the class. But not before Hermione threw a cursatory glance back at the Slytherin prince.
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Lavender giggled like a schoolgirl and jumped up and down with Hermione's hands in hers. "Oh, my GOSH! I can't believe it!"
Hermione blushed profusely and looked at her feet. "I know. I can't believe he wants me to meet him tonight... ALONE, no less!"
Lavender sighed dreamily and plopped down onto Hermione's bed. "You are so lucky, Hermione. Harry is so hot..." she trailed off with another sigh. Hermione's eyes glazed over and she nodded slowly. Suddenly she snapped out of it.
"Wait, just because he wants to meet with me alone doesn't mean he likes me like THAT," she told her friend depressingly. Lavender rolled her eyes and laid her head in Hermione's lap.
"Please. He HAS to like you. He flirts with you all of the time!" she informed the brunette as if it were as clear as day. The princess's eyebrows furrowed in deep thought and nervousness. She glanced at the clock absently, then did a double-take. She leaped out of the bed with a squeal.
"Oh, shi-- I have to meet him in an hour!" she exclaimed and ran to her dresser to find something to wear. Her school uniform simply wouldn't do.
~*~
Draco walked through the dark hallways of the Slytherin school, face set in a stony mask as he was accustomed to. It was nearly midnight, but he had returned to his Potions class after dinner to study some more. He found it much more peaceful to study there than in his common room where his friends often went. Professor Snape was his favorite professor, so he allowed the prince to study in the empty classroom whenever he felt the need to.
He passed by many empty classrooms and all of the halls were deserted at this time of night. Only school prefects or, of course, Head Boy and Head Girl were allowed to be out of their dorms at this time of night. Though even he was pushing curfew. He turned a corner and slowed to a halt as the door to the left of him glowed with a bright light blaring from inside. He raised his eyebrows curiously. Was the DADA teacher, Professor Lupin he thought, still in there grading papers or something? Against his better judgment, he decided to peek inside at the new teacher. He cracked the door open a small slit and looked inside. His eyes bulged and he held back a chuckle. Suddenly feeling very devious, he opened the door all of the way to reveal Hermione and Harry in a very compromising position. He cleared his throat to get their attention.
Hermione pulled out of Harry's kiss and gasped loudly. Harry dropped her in surprise and she fumbled to pull her skirt all the way down from its rising position around her hips.
"Well, well, what have we here? Pothead and the Gryffinwhore?" Draco snickered and gazed pointedly at the top of Hermione's creamy breast. Her face flushed and she pulled her red, tank top back over her shoulders. The blond's grin widened immensely as he eyed Harry triumphantly.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" the boy wizard spat. He glared daggers into the other wizard's eyes and Hermione kept her eyes glued to the floor in embarrassment. Draco looked around the classroom casually.
"Oh, nothing. Just hoping I could have found your little girlfriend alone. Tell me, dear, have you ever been violated?" he asked with a demented smile. Hermione's mouth opened in shock.
"You sick bastard!" she screamed and advanced on him. Catching him off-guard, she slapped him hard across his pale cheek. He reached his hand up to the tingling spot on his face and laughed.
"She's a fiesty one, Potter," he said off-topic with an admiring look on his face. Harry wasn't so amused.
"Get the fuck out of here, Malfoy," he warned threateningly. Draco's eyes slowly focused on Harry again and he nodded.
"But of course. I won't tell on your little adventure, but be warned that I do so love to hold things against other people," the blond replied with a hinting tone. Hermione made a frustrated noise. She reached her hand back to slap him again, but this time, Draco caught her frail hand in mid-slap. He slowly brought it down and licked her palm seductively. She growled and he pushed her palm up and tapped it against her own cheek. She ripped his hand from his grasp and Harry stormed up behind her.
Draco smirked deviously and turned to leave the room. As he stepped through the door, he looked over his shoulder once more. "Tastes good, doesn't she, Potter?" Harry reached into his robe on the floor for his wand, but Draco had already left.
He turned to the Gryffindor princess. "Are you alright?" She rubbed her forehead and nodded slowly. He carressed her cheek with his palm and leaned forward. He kissed her neck gently, but she backed away.
"Harry, I think we've had enough excitement for one night," she said, motioning to the door Draco had left through only moments before. Harry sighed and silently wanted to wring Draco's neck.
"Right," he replied. "I'll walk you to your dorm." Hermione frowned sadly, but followed him out of the now-dark room. She had finally gotten her chance with her long-time crush and that Slytherin git had gone and ruined it all.
~*~
Hermione quietly stepped into her and Draco's common room, expecting it to be dark and deserted. However, it was dimly lit and two Slytherin boys, a pug-faced girl and Draco were sitting on the couch talking quietly. They all looked up as she entered. The girl looked at her disdainfully. Draco licked his lips seductively and winked at her. It took all she had not to stomp over to him and wipe that disgusting smirk right off of his face. Instead she opted to roll her eyes and walk straight to her bedroom, slamming the door shut behind her.
She dragged her feet behind her and over to her bed. She glanced at the clock which now read 12:05. She sighed unhappily and laid down in her bed. She turned her head to the side and pictured Harry's body right next to hers. She grazed her hand over her pillow where she imagined his head would be. She shifted uncomfortably, suddenly feeling very hot in the lower regions of her body. She groaned and decided to go to sleep before things got too out of hand. Not to mention, at the current moment, she wanted nothing more than to kill the Slytherin in the room across from her for ruining her chance with Harry.
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No, Harry will not be an asshole to Hermione in this fic unlike some I've read. That's completely unrealistic and it won't happen. I'll try my best to keep the characters IN character. Now... who went out and bought Order of the Phoenix?! *sighs happily* Anyway, if anyone wants to be emailed when I have new chapters out, let me know in a review. Thanks for reading! ^_^
