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Chapter 3
Disclaimer: Don't own it. Plain and simple.
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"Urghhh," Hermione groaned as she felt a hand pulling her out of bed. She smiled tiredly though and murmured Harry's name.
"Oh, nasty. I am NOT Potter," the sleeker voice replied in a disgusted tone. Hermione jerked awake and toppled out of the bed, hitting her head on the dresser as she fell.
"Damnit... oh, it's you. What do you want, Malfoy?" she spat and glared at him. He chuckled as she rubbed her sore head. "I was having a good dream, I'll have you know."
"Oh, I'm sure you were. But I don't care to hear about your little orgies with Pothead. Hurry the hell up; someone wants to see you. Why, I don't know," he informed her off-handedly and she stumbled to her feet, her hair and nightgown in a complete disarray.
"I can see what Potter sees in you now!" he mocked cruelly. She swung out to hit him, but missed by a mile. He threw his head back and laughed. She made a frustrated noise and shoved him out of the way.
"MOVE, Malfoy!" she yelled and stomped to the door.
"Woah, watch..." he paused as she ran into the wall and fell to the floor, "out..." She shoved her hair out of her face and climbed to her feet quickly. She composed whatever dignity she had left and proceeded to successfully leave her bedroom. Draco looked around it and snarled at all of the maroon and gold. He smirked deviously and tapped his wand against the wall. He walked out of the now green-and-silver room, whistling nonchalantly to himself. He waited at the corner of the common room for the gasp of surprise that was sure to come.
"Oh, my God, Harry!" Hermione stuttered in surprise. She smoothed down her nightgown and fumbled with her hair in embarrassment. She knew she must look a mess. Harry's eyebrows raised and he laughed slowly.
"Hey, 'Mione," he returned, glancing at Ron quickly. Hermione cleared her throat and wiped at any sleep in her eyes.
"What are you doing here, guys?" she asked, glaring evilly at Draco who was trying hard to control his silent laughter in the corner of the room.
"Well, uh... we just came by to pick you up for breakfast. Since it's the weekend, we were going to go to Hogsmeade," Harry said and Ron nodded his affirmative. The only female present tore her scrutinizing gaze away from Draco and smiled hesitantly.
"Okay... just let me get dressed first," she said and stumbled into the bathroom. Harry grinned to himself after she left.
"She's just a tad frightening," Ron joked and Harry laughed. Draco glared at the two of them before allowing his eyes to drift to the closed bathroom door.
Hermione stepped out of the bathroom fifteen minutes later. "I'm ready," she said quietly, drawing the attention of the three males present in the common room. Harry and Ron stood quickly and Draco kept himself poised to his seat in the corner of the room.
"Let's go then!" Ron beamed. "I need some more sweets..." Hermione shook her her head in amusement. Harry and Draco exchanged harsh glances as the Gryffindor natives left the Head dormitory.
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Hermione skipped into her and Draco's dormitory at nine o' clock, feeling tired yet happily refreshed. She had spent the entire day with Harry and Ron. They had been to Hogsmeade most of the day and then she spent the evening in their common room. They had talked mostly, but she had made sure they worked on some of their homework, too. They groaned that they still had Sunday to complete it, but she knew that they would put it off until it was too late and they were scrambling to get it done at breakfast on Monday.
She flipped on the common room light and stopped in surprise. Pansy made an exaggerated sound of frustration as Draco broke their kiss to glare at Hermione.
"I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt," Hermione said embarrassedly and quickly moved to her bedroom. She clicked the door shut behind her and dragged her feet to her bed tiredly.
Out in the common room, Pansy was trying to reconstruct her and Draco's snogging session, but he pushed her away saying that he was tired. She pouted, but complied. Leaning over him to reveal her ample breasts, she gave him one last kiss before leaving the Head dormitory. He smirked and gazed at Hermione's closed door.
He slowly got up and sauntered over to it, feeling the need to tease her a bit about her day's events. Not that he knew what happened anyway. He knocked once, then opened the door without waiting for her permission. Her eyes were closed, but she opened them quickly when he entered.
"What do you want, Malfoy? I'm tired," she said irritably. He grinned and made his way over to her bed. He sat down close to her and she opened her mouth to object. He beat her to it though.
"So," he drawled, "Between the two of them, how many orgasms did you have? Or did you have any?"
Her eyes narrowed in anger. "How dare you?"
He chuckled almost inaudibly and returned, "How dare I? Very easily." She glared at him, but said nothing.
"Oh wait," he began, "You're a virgin, aren't you?" He paused when she didn't answer, then continued in a cooing voice. "Aww, the little Virginal Saint, Hermione! Guess I can't call you the Gryffinwhore anymore."
Hermione looked as if she were on the verge of wringing his neck. "I was raised with morals."
He shrugged carelessly. "Yes, well I was raised with a harem right down the hall from my chambers." She looked at him in disgust before turning over on her side away from him.
"Get out of here, Malfoy," she ordered. He made a pouting noise.
"I just thought you might like to share in my company..." he trailed off in a mockingly sad voice. She turned back over to face him icily.
"Get the hell out!" she said, her voice noticeably raising an octave. He raised his eyebrows as if in shock.
"She can cuss!" he exclaimed, raising a hand to his mouth which was hanging open.
"I swear, Malfoy, I will call for the headmasters," she warned threateningly.
"Alright, alright," he gave in and stood to leave. He smirked deviously at her once more before sauntering out. She stared hatefully at her closed door for a minute more before finally closing her eyes and allowing sleep to take over.
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Remus Lupin looked up from his place at his desk where he was grading papers. "Come in," he called to the person standing outside his door whom had knocked. Hermione peeked her head in and looked around. She saw him and then allowed herself completely in, quietly closing the door behind her. Lupin glanced at his watch which showed seven o' clock in the morning.
"A little early for class, aren't we?" he asked curiously, setting his quill down in front of him. Hermione nodded.
"I was wondering if I might stay in here until class starts, so I can catch up on some studying. That git, Malfoy, bothered me all weekend and I do not wish to fall behind," she suggested hopefully. He smiled and gestured to her seat.
"Of course, Miss Granger. Please take a seat; we wouldn't want you to not be at least five chapters ahead of the class!" he told her with an amused twinkle in his eyes. Her face flushed crimson. "Now Mr. Malfoy isn't being too bothersome, is he?" he asked more seriously. "We can have you moved in with the rest of the girls in their dormitory if you wish."
Hermione threw up her hand dismissively. "Oh, no, Professor. I can handle it," she informed him in a sure tone before taking her seat and opening her History of Magic and Transfiguration books. Lupin smiled from behind his desk and returned to grading papers.
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Oh, that Malfoy is such a prat! That's how we like him though. ^~ Anyway, thanks for reading so far and I hope you're liking it! Yes, there will be a plot coming into play within the next few chapters. This story won't solely be about Hr/Dr romance though that will also play a major part. ^^ If you'd like to be emailed with future chapters, then by all means let me know in a review.
Chapter 3
Disclaimer: Don't own it. Plain and simple.
~*~*~*~
"Urghhh," Hermione groaned as she felt a hand pulling her out of bed. She smiled tiredly though and murmured Harry's name.
"Oh, nasty. I am NOT Potter," the sleeker voice replied in a disgusted tone. Hermione jerked awake and toppled out of the bed, hitting her head on the dresser as she fell.
"Damnit... oh, it's you. What do you want, Malfoy?" she spat and glared at him. He chuckled as she rubbed her sore head. "I was having a good dream, I'll have you know."
"Oh, I'm sure you were. But I don't care to hear about your little orgies with Pothead. Hurry the hell up; someone wants to see you. Why, I don't know," he informed her off-handedly and she stumbled to her feet, her hair and nightgown in a complete disarray.
"I can see what Potter sees in you now!" he mocked cruelly. She swung out to hit him, but missed by a mile. He threw his head back and laughed. She made a frustrated noise and shoved him out of the way.
"MOVE, Malfoy!" she yelled and stomped to the door.
"Woah, watch..." he paused as she ran into the wall and fell to the floor, "out..." She shoved her hair out of her face and climbed to her feet quickly. She composed whatever dignity she had left and proceeded to successfully leave her bedroom. Draco looked around it and snarled at all of the maroon and gold. He smirked deviously and tapped his wand against the wall. He walked out of the now green-and-silver room, whistling nonchalantly to himself. He waited at the corner of the common room for the gasp of surprise that was sure to come.
"Oh, my God, Harry!" Hermione stuttered in surprise. She smoothed down her nightgown and fumbled with her hair in embarrassment. She knew she must look a mess. Harry's eyebrows raised and he laughed slowly.
"Hey, 'Mione," he returned, glancing at Ron quickly. Hermione cleared her throat and wiped at any sleep in her eyes.
"What are you doing here, guys?" she asked, glaring evilly at Draco who was trying hard to control his silent laughter in the corner of the room.
"Well, uh... we just came by to pick you up for breakfast. Since it's the weekend, we were going to go to Hogsmeade," Harry said and Ron nodded his affirmative. The only female present tore her scrutinizing gaze away from Draco and smiled hesitantly.
"Okay... just let me get dressed first," she said and stumbled into the bathroom. Harry grinned to himself after she left.
"She's just a tad frightening," Ron joked and Harry laughed. Draco glared at the two of them before allowing his eyes to drift to the closed bathroom door.
Hermione stepped out of the bathroom fifteen minutes later. "I'm ready," she said quietly, drawing the attention of the three males present in the common room. Harry and Ron stood quickly and Draco kept himself poised to his seat in the corner of the room.
"Let's go then!" Ron beamed. "I need some more sweets..." Hermione shook her her head in amusement. Harry and Draco exchanged harsh glances as the Gryffindor natives left the Head dormitory.
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Hermione skipped into her and Draco's dormitory at nine o' clock, feeling tired yet happily refreshed. She had spent the entire day with Harry and Ron. They had been to Hogsmeade most of the day and then she spent the evening in their common room. They had talked mostly, but she had made sure they worked on some of their homework, too. They groaned that they still had Sunday to complete it, but she knew that they would put it off until it was too late and they were scrambling to get it done at breakfast on Monday.
She flipped on the common room light and stopped in surprise. Pansy made an exaggerated sound of frustration as Draco broke their kiss to glare at Hermione.
"I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt," Hermione said embarrassedly and quickly moved to her bedroom. She clicked the door shut behind her and dragged her feet to her bed tiredly.
Out in the common room, Pansy was trying to reconstruct her and Draco's snogging session, but he pushed her away saying that he was tired. She pouted, but complied. Leaning over him to reveal her ample breasts, she gave him one last kiss before leaving the Head dormitory. He smirked and gazed at Hermione's closed door.
He slowly got up and sauntered over to it, feeling the need to tease her a bit about her day's events. Not that he knew what happened anyway. He knocked once, then opened the door without waiting for her permission. Her eyes were closed, but she opened them quickly when he entered.
"What do you want, Malfoy? I'm tired," she said irritably. He grinned and made his way over to her bed. He sat down close to her and she opened her mouth to object. He beat her to it though.
"So," he drawled, "Between the two of them, how many orgasms did you have? Or did you have any?"
Her eyes narrowed in anger. "How dare you?"
He chuckled almost inaudibly and returned, "How dare I? Very easily." She glared at him, but said nothing.
"Oh wait," he began, "You're a virgin, aren't you?" He paused when she didn't answer, then continued in a cooing voice. "Aww, the little Virginal Saint, Hermione! Guess I can't call you the Gryffinwhore anymore."
Hermione looked as if she were on the verge of wringing his neck. "I was raised with morals."
He shrugged carelessly. "Yes, well I was raised with a harem right down the hall from my chambers." She looked at him in disgust before turning over on her side away from him.
"Get out of here, Malfoy," she ordered. He made a pouting noise.
"I just thought you might like to share in my company..." he trailed off in a mockingly sad voice. She turned back over to face him icily.
"Get the hell out!" she said, her voice noticeably raising an octave. He raised his eyebrows as if in shock.
"She can cuss!" he exclaimed, raising a hand to his mouth which was hanging open.
"I swear, Malfoy, I will call for the headmasters," she warned threateningly.
"Alright, alright," he gave in and stood to leave. He smirked deviously at her once more before sauntering out. She stared hatefully at her closed door for a minute more before finally closing her eyes and allowing sleep to take over.
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Remus Lupin looked up from his place at his desk where he was grading papers. "Come in," he called to the person standing outside his door whom had knocked. Hermione peeked her head in and looked around. She saw him and then allowed herself completely in, quietly closing the door behind her. Lupin glanced at his watch which showed seven o' clock in the morning.
"A little early for class, aren't we?" he asked curiously, setting his quill down in front of him. Hermione nodded.
"I was wondering if I might stay in here until class starts, so I can catch up on some studying. That git, Malfoy, bothered me all weekend and I do not wish to fall behind," she suggested hopefully. He smiled and gestured to her seat.
"Of course, Miss Granger. Please take a seat; we wouldn't want you to not be at least five chapters ahead of the class!" he told her with an amused twinkle in his eyes. Her face flushed crimson. "Now Mr. Malfoy isn't being too bothersome, is he?" he asked more seriously. "We can have you moved in with the rest of the girls in their dormitory if you wish."
Hermione threw up her hand dismissively. "Oh, no, Professor. I can handle it," she informed him in a sure tone before taking her seat and opening her History of Magic and Transfiguration books. Lupin smiled from behind his desk and returned to grading papers.
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Oh, that Malfoy is such a prat! That's how we like him though. ^~ Anyway, thanks for reading so far and I hope you're liking it! Yes, there will be a plot coming into play within the next few chapters. This story won't solely be about Hr/Dr romance though that will also play a major part. ^^ If you'd like to be emailed with future chapters, then by all means let me know in a review.
