Oy!! Yay my next chap!!! SO SORRY!!! I know it took a long time, but it's going on seven pages!!! And I apologize for any mistake of any kind, I didn't mean to but it's really late!
Disclaimer: Yeah...I'll call you when I strike gold, and you strike oil.
~*~*
Draco looked at her suspiciously. "Why do you want to know?"
She stared at him like he was stupid. "So I can get drunk, dumbass!!!"
"Geez fine...but," He looked at her imploringly and continued, "don't tell anyone! I believe I'm the only one who knows about how to get to it!"
"Okay whatever." For about a minute, neither of them moved, Hermione staring at the dented tree and Draco staring at her. "Well, can we get going 'cause it's getting late!" She looked at him, and Draco was jolted back to reality.
"Fine, god, no need to be impatient, calm down!! Fine, follow me..." He motioned with his hand and soon they were in the castle again.
Turning down a corridor, up some stairs, and a small passage, Hermione found that she was standing in the corridor that had been forbidden their first year. It had barely changed.
"Okay, now we have to go down this little dinky hallway..." Draco said as he tapped a statue three times with his wand.
Indeed, Hermione found herself staring at a hole just barely able to fit her, and a dark passage. She motioned to Draco and said "After you.", so he pulled himself in, hardly fitting. Hermione had a much easier time, and when she got through, she found that Draco had already walked down quite a ways, and his wand was lit.
"Hey, wait!!!" She ran towards him, but felt something from the ceiling fall on her head. She jumped back, fearing it was an insect, but after hearing no scuttling, she bent down and felt for it. Her hand connected with something cold...dreadfully cold, as though it had been in a freezer.
Hermione gasped sharply, and swiftly let go. But her hand reached out of it's own accord, and she leaned forward, feeling something poke her leg. She remembered her wand, in her pocket.
"Lumos." She said, not taking her eyes off the thing in her hand. When the wand was properly lit, she was barely able to distinguish a ring in her hand. It was a blur, however, as though it was vibrating madly. But she couldn't feel any movement.
"Maybe I need glasses..." she whispered. But instantly it sharpened, and Hermione could see it was a band of some type of metal, and instead of cold, it was now warm. It had swirls in it, and a small jewel. She turned it, and could barely see a small image-
"What the fuck are you doing? Come on!! And you were being so fucking impatient!!" Draco said, suddenly behind her.
Without thinking, Hermione put it on her finger. She shivered, and got up.
"Sorry..." She mumbled, following him down the passage.
~*
Hermione had forgotten instantly about the ring, as she got to pub. She could hear a band playing, and immediately the music got louder as Draco opened the door.
"And here we are!" He exclaimed, walking right through the crowd of witches and wizards dancing to the music to the bar. He sat, and Hermione sat a seat down from him.
Almost immediately, to Hermione's surprise, a young man walked up to her and sat in the empty seat between Draco and herself. Right away she shot a warning glance across the boy to Draco.
"Hey, can I buy you a drink?" He asked, blushing despite himself.
Hermione grinned, and said happily, "Oh wow, thanks, but," she made sure she sounded sad, "Sorry, it's not good for the baby!!!" She patted her stomach and added, "Want to feel her?" The young man blushed and said, "Oh, no thanks..." and walked away.
Draco started to laugh. "That was a good one!!!" He flashed a rare smile. Hermione's stomach turned at seeing the brilliant white of his teeth, and how good he looked, and she grinned again.
She suddenly realized her faults, and mentally fixed them...banishing them to solitary confinement in her brain.
"What can I get you Draco?" A man walked up to him on the other side of the counter.
"How about a brandy, Jerry?"
"Sure thing!" He said, pouring an amber liquid into a glass. "And what can I get you, pretty lady?" Jerry said, turning to Hermione.
"How about a....a vodka on the rocks?" He smiled and nodded at her, and soon she had her own glass. "Thanks!" She said.
Hermione turned to Draco, attempting to make small conversation. "You drink brandy!" She half yelled, because of the band.
"So?" He shrugged.
She quoted Samuel Johnson. "Claret is liquor for boys, port for men; but he who aspires to be a hero drinks brandy."
He glared half halfheartedly. "So?"
Hermione stared at him again, and replied with a simple, "Okay then..."
Soon after, about ten minutes later, she ordered a shot of fire-whiskey. And a gulp later, another. Then another, until soon, it became heavenly tasting and didn't burn.
~*
Around 1:45 they got back. Hermione was extrodinarily drunk, having had fifteen total shots of whiskey, and rather hard to maneuver, especially since she had lost all sense of direction.
Hermione walked into the Common Room. "Wow, who lives here?" She asked, looking around.
"You do, dumbass. This-is-our-Common-Room." Draco said slowly.
"Oh yeah...cool, I remember!" She ran to the first door she saw, pulling it open.
Draco sat on the couch. Hermione screamed, and he jumped up, running to her.
"OH MY GOD!!! WHAT HAPPENED TO MY ROOM?!?!" She screamed again, clutching her hands in the air.
Draco started to laugh his head off. "Hello you ass, that's the fucking bathroom!!" He got up and pushed a confused Hermione towards her door.
"There, THAT is your room." Draco said, opening the door.
"Oh, I get it...right then, good morning!!!" Hermione walked into her room and literally collapsed onto her bed.
Draco didn't hold the door as he pushed it shut, so it slammed. "God...an even stupider Mudblood...I will never take her to that pub again..." He said to himself, going into his room. Changing into his boxers, Draco got onto his bed and fell asleep, already hearing the louder than ever snore of Hermione.
~*
Hermione woke up at about 4:30, her head absolutely pounding. She moaned, sitting up. Suddenly her stomach flipped over and slammed back down onto itself. her head started spinning and she opened the door to the bathroom, heading right over to the toilet as fast as possible.
Suddenly the door to her room slammed shut and the noise wracked HermioneÕs nerves. She emptied herself of some of the alcohol with a heave.
Another contraction of her stomach, and she had poured out half of the liquor she had taken in.
A few more pushes, and she had gotten rid of the alcohol. Hermione sat down, leaning her back on the cold marble of the wall, and she could just barely see the bath next to her. Her head still hurt.
After a short while of just having her eyes shut, she felt better. She brushed her teeth very well. She went back into her room, and fell asleep, though she still had a hell of an ache.
~*
"Mudblood, get up!!! It's breakfast!!! GET UP!!!" Draco was pounding rudely on Hermione's door.
Draco heard a loud moan, and assured faintly that she was still alive, went down to breakfast.
Hermione rolled off her bed, somehow managing to land on her feet. Pulling her school uniform out of her closet, she yanked it off of the hanger and somehow managed to put it on. She was still so tired...and if she moved too fast, her head whirled, and throbbed for about five minutes.
Putting on her Hogwarts robe, she grabbed her bag, and, glad she finished her homework on Saturday, she walked out of her room brushing her hair. It was only 6:30, so she walked slowly.
Her hand was caught in her hair. Then she remembered:
The ring.
It was still on her finger.
She untangled it and brought her hand down to her face to examine it.
Looking closely at it, she tried to pull it off.
But it wouldnÕt budge. Her eyesight grew blurry. She would have to try later.
She could hear her fellow classmates chattering and gossiping with each other as she stepped into the Great Hall. Plopping down next to Harry, Hermione barely loaded her plate.
"Hey Hermione, how are you?" Harry asked timidly.
"Oh, uh, I'm fine."
"Did, did Ron apologize to you yet?" Harry asked concernedly.
"Why, no, he didn't. Although, I was out all yesterday evening."
The look in HarryÕs emerald eyes shifted, darkening the beautiful forest green. "Doing what?"
"Oh well, I-" Suddenly she felt someone looking at her. Turning around, she saw Draco Malfoy giving her a look that plainly said, "Shut the fucking hell up Mudblood..." so instead she turned back to Harry saying, "Well I was just walking around. Went into the forest a little too." She smiled, silently assuring him she was fine.
She wondered, briefly, how Draco could hear their conversation.
Then she noticed that Ron wasnÕt next to either of them. "Where's Ron?"
"He's over there." Harry pointed, near the end of the table. He attacked his omelette.
"What the fuck is he doing over there?" Hermione asked, her eyes lingering with disgust on his red hair, as he laughed with some other people.
"I suppose he's still nervous. He still hasn't apologized yet."
"So?" She incredulously asked. Harry shrugged, and no more was spoken about Ron.
~*
Harry and Hermione raced through the hallways. Her head was pounding, but she kept up with Harry. They were late to Potions!
'Oh god...what a class to be late for...damn it!' Hermione and Harry thought simultaneously as the bell rang, just as they were outside of the door.
They burst through, not even two seconds late, to find Snape waiting idly for their excuses. But, knowing the bitter Potions master, they shut their mouths.
"Just for that little interruption, and for being late to my class, ten points from each of you." Hermione felt a large rage course through her veins with her blood. She flushed, and said insolently, "Excuse me Professor Snape, but we were barely two seconds late."
Snape looked up angrily, from writing on the board. "Miss Granger!!! You shall be punished for speaking to me in that insubordinate tone!!! Seven hours detention, to be served here in this classroom!!! Tonight at nine o'clock!!!" he stared angrily at her.
She stared back, her glare not leaving the Potion's master's horrible face. She walked to the front of the class, daring to sit in front of his desk.
Snape noticed this behavior.
"You dare to challenge me?" He whispered dagerously.
"Excuse me, professor, I am merely doing as you told me. I am sitting down." She said, seeing his nostrils flare angrily.
Hermione, however, wished she had not done this. She was now sitting next to Draco Malfoy. She hadn't noticed him there.
"Good job, Head Girl, finally loosening up?" Draco said to her, not looking up from his parchment, which was now covered in neat cursive notes copied from the board.
Hermione didn't answer, because, rather unfairly, Professor Snape did.
"Miss Granger, twenty points off of Gryffindor for distracting another student!!!" Draco and several other Slytherins sniggered loudly.
Hermione's mouth dropped open, and she shut it with a snap. She was just about to yell at the man that he needed a good shag, when she felt someone nudge her stool.
She slowly turned in her seat, to see Harry holding up a parchment that read "BREATHE!!! CALM DOWN!!!" She smiled at him, and visibly took a deep breath.
~*
"Malfoy, what are you doing?" Hermione asked shrilly.
"I'm about to add the Dragon scales Mudblood!!!" Draco said through clenched teeth, poised in midair.
"No!! That's after the beetle blood!!!" She said, snatching the bowl from him, placing a bottle in his hand instead.
"Sheesh, sorry!!!" He replied sarcastically, adding exactly half of the bottle.
Hermione herself added the scales.
"Now students, I assume that you have finished adding the nesecary ingredients, so let the potion brew undisturbed until it is green. Longbottom, I said UNDISTURBED!!" He said upon reflect, but his intuition was good because Neville was just reaching for the paddle.
Draco stood, walking slowly over to Harry and Ron's desk, and Hermione swore she could hear every thud of his combat boots on the stone floor, so she turned, ready to defend her friend (s...).
"What do you want Malfoy?" Harry sneered, not bothering to look up from the Potion book he was reading.
"Oh nothing...I was just won-"
"MR. DRACO MALFOY!!! JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" For a moment, Draco and his outstretched hand just paused, unsure what Professor McGonagall was doing in the Potion's class.
But quickly he regained his cool posture and turned. "I don't know what you are talking about Professor." He said innocently.
"I saw you outstretch your hand over their potion and prepare to drop something in it!" She said, loud enough to catch Professor Snape's attention.
"Excuse me Professor McGonagall, I believe you are mistaken. Draco would not sabotage another student's potion." Professor Snape said coolly, walking up to her.
Harry and Ron glared.
Draco, his intellect coming back, said, "Actually Professor, I was just about to. I believe I deserve a punishment." He said, barely able to conceal his smirk, knowing how well he was playing this 'game'.
The Slytherins buzzed with admiration for Draco. 'How brave, he is, to openly admit!' they thought, and said.
Snape, knowing the fuming, glaring, McGonagall next to him was expecting a sentence, said, sighing loudly, "Draco, you shall serve your detention with Miss Granger."
"What?!" Draco thought he was going to get off easy.
"I'm sorry..." Snape said to him when the Professor had delivered her message to Snape. "And also, the Professor said that now there will only be one fireplace in your Common Room...she said something about Filch complaining his was too small." He said, relaying the message.
Draco spluttered, and Hermione fumed silently.
~*~*
Right, as you can tell, I had absolutely no fucking idea what to write. I had this other thing, but my sister deleted it, she's only three, so my parents said I can't kill her for it. So that's why it took so long to get out. I'm so sorry about there not being anything good yet, but I've prepared it all for the next chap. Guest when! Guess!! And I would like to say that I am not exactly sure what twists I should have, but you'll all have to be patient. Though, I do like your ideas, Fiery Slut! In fact...maybe I can just incorporate a few...but MAYBE!!!
Thanks to all my reviewers!!!
The_Dragons_Girl, Fiery Slut, February Dreams, Riley Malfoy (Luv your fic!), Sucker For Romance
and to Tatiana Cruz: I would like to tell you, that this, MY idea for MY fic, HASN'T been done too many times...and if it has, well, it's kind of hard to fix because there are way too many people who have been writing D/Hr fics, so, unless you want me to turn Hermione into a transvestite, or Draco into a cross-dresser, or something, that won't match with the rest, then it's stuck the way it is.
Okay well anyway, I love you all!!! And check for my new story...it will be a ONE CHAPTER ONLY, and it's coming out soon...that should give you a hint...
Sora K.
Disclaimer: Yeah...I'll call you when I strike gold, and you strike oil.
~*~*
Draco looked at her suspiciously. "Why do you want to know?"
She stared at him like he was stupid. "So I can get drunk, dumbass!!!"
"Geez fine...but," He looked at her imploringly and continued, "don't tell anyone! I believe I'm the only one who knows about how to get to it!"
"Okay whatever." For about a minute, neither of them moved, Hermione staring at the dented tree and Draco staring at her. "Well, can we get going 'cause it's getting late!" She looked at him, and Draco was jolted back to reality.
"Fine, god, no need to be impatient, calm down!! Fine, follow me..." He motioned with his hand and soon they were in the castle again.
Turning down a corridor, up some stairs, and a small passage, Hermione found that she was standing in the corridor that had been forbidden their first year. It had barely changed.
"Okay, now we have to go down this little dinky hallway..." Draco said as he tapped a statue three times with his wand.
Indeed, Hermione found herself staring at a hole just barely able to fit her, and a dark passage. She motioned to Draco and said "After you.", so he pulled himself in, hardly fitting. Hermione had a much easier time, and when she got through, she found that Draco had already walked down quite a ways, and his wand was lit.
"Hey, wait!!!" She ran towards him, but felt something from the ceiling fall on her head. She jumped back, fearing it was an insect, but after hearing no scuttling, she bent down and felt for it. Her hand connected with something cold...dreadfully cold, as though it had been in a freezer.
Hermione gasped sharply, and swiftly let go. But her hand reached out of it's own accord, and she leaned forward, feeling something poke her leg. She remembered her wand, in her pocket.
"Lumos." She said, not taking her eyes off the thing in her hand. When the wand was properly lit, she was barely able to distinguish a ring in her hand. It was a blur, however, as though it was vibrating madly. But she couldn't feel any movement.
"Maybe I need glasses..." she whispered. But instantly it sharpened, and Hermione could see it was a band of some type of metal, and instead of cold, it was now warm. It had swirls in it, and a small jewel. She turned it, and could barely see a small image-
"What the fuck are you doing? Come on!! And you were being so fucking impatient!!" Draco said, suddenly behind her.
Without thinking, Hermione put it on her finger. She shivered, and got up.
"Sorry..." She mumbled, following him down the passage.
~*
Hermione had forgotten instantly about the ring, as she got to pub. She could hear a band playing, and immediately the music got louder as Draco opened the door.
"And here we are!" He exclaimed, walking right through the crowd of witches and wizards dancing to the music to the bar. He sat, and Hermione sat a seat down from him.
Almost immediately, to Hermione's surprise, a young man walked up to her and sat in the empty seat between Draco and herself. Right away she shot a warning glance across the boy to Draco.
"Hey, can I buy you a drink?" He asked, blushing despite himself.
Hermione grinned, and said happily, "Oh wow, thanks, but," she made sure she sounded sad, "Sorry, it's not good for the baby!!!" She patted her stomach and added, "Want to feel her?" The young man blushed and said, "Oh, no thanks..." and walked away.
Draco started to laugh. "That was a good one!!!" He flashed a rare smile. Hermione's stomach turned at seeing the brilliant white of his teeth, and how good he looked, and she grinned again.
She suddenly realized her faults, and mentally fixed them...banishing them to solitary confinement in her brain.
"What can I get you Draco?" A man walked up to him on the other side of the counter.
"How about a brandy, Jerry?"
"Sure thing!" He said, pouring an amber liquid into a glass. "And what can I get you, pretty lady?" Jerry said, turning to Hermione.
"How about a....a vodka on the rocks?" He smiled and nodded at her, and soon she had her own glass. "Thanks!" She said.
Hermione turned to Draco, attempting to make small conversation. "You drink brandy!" She half yelled, because of the band.
"So?" He shrugged.
She quoted Samuel Johnson. "Claret is liquor for boys, port for men; but he who aspires to be a hero drinks brandy."
He glared half halfheartedly. "So?"
Hermione stared at him again, and replied with a simple, "Okay then..."
Soon after, about ten minutes later, she ordered a shot of fire-whiskey. And a gulp later, another. Then another, until soon, it became heavenly tasting and didn't burn.
~*
Around 1:45 they got back. Hermione was extrodinarily drunk, having had fifteen total shots of whiskey, and rather hard to maneuver, especially since she had lost all sense of direction.
Hermione walked into the Common Room. "Wow, who lives here?" She asked, looking around.
"You do, dumbass. This-is-our-Common-Room." Draco said slowly.
"Oh yeah...cool, I remember!" She ran to the first door she saw, pulling it open.
Draco sat on the couch. Hermione screamed, and he jumped up, running to her.
"OH MY GOD!!! WHAT HAPPENED TO MY ROOM?!?!" She screamed again, clutching her hands in the air.
Draco started to laugh his head off. "Hello you ass, that's the fucking bathroom!!" He got up and pushed a confused Hermione towards her door.
"There, THAT is your room." Draco said, opening the door.
"Oh, I get it...right then, good morning!!!" Hermione walked into her room and literally collapsed onto her bed.
Draco didn't hold the door as he pushed it shut, so it slammed. "God...an even stupider Mudblood...I will never take her to that pub again..." He said to himself, going into his room. Changing into his boxers, Draco got onto his bed and fell asleep, already hearing the louder than ever snore of Hermione.
~*
Hermione woke up at about 4:30, her head absolutely pounding. She moaned, sitting up. Suddenly her stomach flipped over and slammed back down onto itself. her head started spinning and she opened the door to the bathroom, heading right over to the toilet as fast as possible.
Suddenly the door to her room slammed shut and the noise wracked HermioneÕs nerves. She emptied herself of some of the alcohol with a heave.
Another contraction of her stomach, and she had poured out half of the liquor she had taken in.
A few more pushes, and she had gotten rid of the alcohol. Hermione sat down, leaning her back on the cold marble of the wall, and she could just barely see the bath next to her. Her head still hurt.
After a short while of just having her eyes shut, she felt better. She brushed her teeth very well. She went back into her room, and fell asleep, though she still had a hell of an ache.
~*
"Mudblood, get up!!! It's breakfast!!! GET UP!!!" Draco was pounding rudely on Hermione's door.
Draco heard a loud moan, and assured faintly that she was still alive, went down to breakfast.
Hermione rolled off her bed, somehow managing to land on her feet. Pulling her school uniform out of her closet, she yanked it off of the hanger and somehow managed to put it on. She was still so tired...and if she moved too fast, her head whirled, and throbbed for about five minutes.
Putting on her Hogwarts robe, she grabbed her bag, and, glad she finished her homework on Saturday, she walked out of her room brushing her hair. It was only 6:30, so she walked slowly.
Her hand was caught in her hair. Then she remembered:
The ring.
It was still on her finger.
She untangled it and brought her hand down to her face to examine it.
Looking closely at it, she tried to pull it off.
But it wouldnÕt budge. Her eyesight grew blurry. She would have to try later.
She could hear her fellow classmates chattering and gossiping with each other as she stepped into the Great Hall. Plopping down next to Harry, Hermione barely loaded her plate.
"Hey Hermione, how are you?" Harry asked timidly.
"Oh, uh, I'm fine."
"Did, did Ron apologize to you yet?" Harry asked concernedly.
"Why, no, he didn't. Although, I was out all yesterday evening."
The look in HarryÕs emerald eyes shifted, darkening the beautiful forest green. "Doing what?"
"Oh well, I-" Suddenly she felt someone looking at her. Turning around, she saw Draco Malfoy giving her a look that plainly said, "Shut the fucking hell up Mudblood..." so instead she turned back to Harry saying, "Well I was just walking around. Went into the forest a little too." She smiled, silently assuring him she was fine.
She wondered, briefly, how Draco could hear their conversation.
Then she noticed that Ron wasnÕt next to either of them. "Where's Ron?"
"He's over there." Harry pointed, near the end of the table. He attacked his omelette.
"What the fuck is he doing over there?" Hermione asked, her eyes lingering with disgust on his red hair, as he laughed with some other people.
"I suppose he's still nervous. He still hasn't apologized yet."
"So?" She incredulously asked. Harry shrugged, and no more was spoken about Ron.
~*
Harry and Hermione raced through the hallways. Her head was pounding, but she kept up with Harry. They were late to Potions!
'Oh god...what a class to be late for...damn it!' Hermione and Harry thought simultaneously as the bell rang, just as they were outside of the door.
They burst through, not even two seconds late, to find Snape waiting idly for their excuses. But, knowing the bitter Potions master, they shut their mouths.
"Just for that little interruption, and for being late to my class, ten points from each of you." Hermione felt a large rage course through her veins with her blood. She flushed, and said insolently, "Excuse me Professor Snape, but we were barely two seconds late."
Snape looked up angrily, from writing on the board. "Miss Granger!!! You shall be punished for speaking to me in that insubordinate tone!!! Seven hours detention, to be served here in this classroom!!! Tonight at nine o'clock!!!" he stared angrily at her.
She stared back, her glare not leaving the Potion's master's horrible face. She walked to the front of the class, daring to sit in front of his desk.
Snape noticed this behavior.
"You dare to challenge me?" He whispered dagerously.
"Excuse me, professor, I am merely doing as you told me. I am sitting down." She said, seeing his nostrils flare angrily.
Hermione, however, wished she had not done this. She was now sitting next to Draco Malfoy. She hadn't noticed him there.
"Good job, Head Girl, finally loosening up?" Draco said to her, not looking up from his parchment, which was now covered in neat cursive notes copied from the board.
Hermione didn't answer, because, rather unfairly, Professor Snape did.
"Miss Granger, twenty points off of Gryffindor for distracting another student!!!" Draco and several other Slytherins sniggered loudly.
Hermione's mouth dropped open, and she shut it with a snap. She was just about to yell at the man that he needed a good shag, when she felt someone nudge her stool.
She slowly turned in her seat, to see Harry holding up a parchment that read "BREATHE!!! CALM DOWN!!!" She smiled at him, and visibly took a deep breath.
~*
"Malfoy, what are you doing?" Hermione asked shrilly.
"I'm about to add the Dragon scales Mudblood!!!" Draco said through clenched teeth, poised in midair.
"No!! That's after the beetle blood!!!" She said, snatching the bowl from him, placing a bottle in his hand instead.
"Sheesh, sorry!!!" He replied sarcastically, adding exactly half of the bottle.
Hermione herself added the scales.
"Now students, I assume that you have finished adding the nesecary ingredients, so let the potion brew undisturbed until it is green. Longbottom, I said UNDISTURBED!!" He said upon reflect, but his intuition was good because Neville was just reaching for the paddle.
Draco stood, walking slowly over to Harry and Ron's desk, and Hermione swore she could hear every thud of his combat boots on the stone floor, so she turned, ready to defend her friend (s...).
"What do you want Malfoy?" Harry sneered, not bothering to look up from the Potion book he was reading.
"Oh nothing...I was just won-"
"MR. DRACO MALFOY!!! JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" For a moment, Draco and his outstretched hand just paused, unsure what Professor McGonagall was doing in the Potion's class.
But quickly he regained his cool posture and turned. "I don't know what you are talking about Professor." He said innocently.
"I saw you outstretch your hand over their potion and prepare to drop something in it!" She said, loud enough to catch Professor Snape's attention.
"Excuse me Professor McGonagall, I believe you are mistaken. Draco would not sabotage another student's potion." Professor Snape said coolly, walking up to her.
Harry and Ron glared.
Draco, his intellect coming back, said, "Actually Professor, I was just about to. I believe I deserve a punishment." He said, barely able to conceal his smirk, knowing how well he was playing this 'game'.
The Slytherins buzzed with admiration for Draco. 'How brave, he is, to openly admit!' they thought, and said.
Snape, knowing the fuming, glaring, McGonagall next to him was expecting a sentence, said, sighing loudly, "Draco, you shall serve your detention with Miss Granger."
"What?!" Draco thought he was going to get off easy.
"I'm sorry..." Snape said to him when the Professor had delivered her message to Snape. "And also, the Professor said that now there will only be one fireplace in your Common Room...she said something about Filch complaining his was too small." He said, relaying the message.
Draco spluttered, and Hermione fumed silently.
~*~*
Right, as you can tell, I had absolutely no fucking idea what to write. I had this other thing, but my sister deleted it, she's only three, so my parents said I can't kill her for it. So that's why it took so long to get out. I'm so sorry about there not being anything good yet, but I've prepared it all for the next chap. Guest when! Guess!! And I would like to say that I am not exactly sure what twists I should have, but you'll all have to be patient. Though, I do like your ideas, Fiery Slut! In fact...maybe I can just incorporate a few...but MAYBE!!!
Thanks to all my reviewers!!!
The_Dragons_Girl, Fiery Slut, February Dreams, Riley Malfoy (Luv your fic!), Sucker For Romance
and to Tatiana Cruz: I would like to tell you, that this, MY idea for MY fic, HASN'T been done too many times...and if it has, well, it's kind of hard to fix because there are way too many people who have been writing D/Hr fics, so, unless you want me to turn Hermione into a transvestite, or Draco into a cross-dresser, or something, that won't match with the rest, then it's stuck the way it is.
Okay well anyway, I love you all!!! And check for my new story...it will be a ONE CHAPTER ONLY, and it's coming out soon...that should give you a hint...
Sora K.
