Summary: Draco and Hermione have always been childhood enemies...until now
that is....but will someone get in the way of their budding relationship?
Only time will tell..(he he, I love knowing things the reader doesn't. Yea,
I know evil isn't it? LOL!)
Rating: PG - for my language in coming chapters, and for some..err...surprises.lol! But you will have to wait a while until we get to those!
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Harry Potter, even though I would love to own him...or rather him own me *growl* - lol! Anyway, he is J.K. Rowling's. (Damn!) she is SOOOOOOOOO Lucky!
Thanx to: Shaina again for retelling me to make chapter three longer, and again to Kaycee for helping me with ideas for later chapters and inspiring me to keep on writing this fic. Read her fic too: The Young and the Dopeless, a Draco Malfoy Story
I listened to Shaina this time.this chapter is much longer! But anyway.on with the story!
Chapter Three: Growing Affection
Hermione stepped into the Great Hall with a smile on her face. She was
finally with her friends, breathing in the fresh Hogwarts air. She sat
down at the long Gryffindor House Table - the side facing the Slytherin
House Table - and Ron and Harry sat down across from her. As Ron and
Harry argued about which Quidditch team was better, the Chudley Cannons -
Ron or the Tutshill Tornados - Harry, Hermione looked at the door
leading in to the Great Hall waiting for Draco to arrive. A few minutes later he did arrive - and to Hermione's dismay surrounded by what looked to her like all of the 6th year Slytherin girls. She watched Kaycee tugging on the robe of his sleeve admiringly, Pansy giggling at everything he said, and what looked like batting her eyelashes at him, and all the other girls where simply doing everything possible to be noticed by him. A loud snort suddenly drew Hermione back to her world. "Could Malfoy be anymore pompous than he already is?" Ron stated to Hermione and Harry. "I mean, blimey, he's surrounded by a load of giggling girls! What could they possibly see in him?" "Money, Good Looking, Plays Quidditch, Intelligent." Hermione found herself saying to them. Harry gave her a questionable look, but Ron looked furious. "That was a rhetorical question Hermione, and since when did you become so interested in defending that blonde scumbag? He's done nothing but torment you all six years you've been here at Hogwarts!" "I know that Ron! I was just answering your question of what the girls might see in him! And puh-leeze! How could you actually think that I have any affection for that.that. God Damned Boastful Git! We have been friends for six years now Ron! I thought you would know me better than that!" The row between Ron and Hermione was cut short - much to Harry's pleasure - because the first years had entered, and the sorting ceremony was going to begin momentarily. And soon enough, this could be heard throughout the Hall: A thousand years or more ago,
When I was newly sewn,
There lived four wizards of renown,
Whose names are still well known:
Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor,
Fair Ravenclaw, from glen,
Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad,
Shrewd Slytherin, from fen.
They shared a wish, a hope, a dream,
They hatched a daring plan
to educate young sorcerers
Thus Hogwarts School Began.
Now each of these four founders,
Formed their own house, for each,
Did value different virtues
In the ones they had to teach.
By Gryffindor, the bravest were,
Where they are just and loyal
Prized far beyond the rest;
For Ravenclaw, the cleverest
Would always be the best;
For Hufflepuff, hard workers were
Most worthy of admission;
And power-hungry Slytherin
Loved those of great ambition.
While still alive they did divide
Their favorites from the throng,
Yet how to pick the worthy ones
When they were dead and gone?
'Twas Gryffindor who found the way,
He whipped me off his head
The founders put some brains in me
So I could choose instead!
Now slip me snug about your ears,
I've never yet been wrong,
I'll have a look inside your brain
And see where you belong! *interruption to the story by the author* That is the Sorting Hat song from Year 4.sry, I just didn't want anyone to think that I was trying to say that the song was my own creation. *Story may continue now* The sorting ceremony was pretty much the same as it had been the years before.the occasional crys of "GRYFFINDOR" from the sorting hat ringing through the Great Hall and the loud applause from the table as they welcomed their new house mate. As the ceremony ended and the feast began, Harry watched Hermione very closely. When she thought no one was looking, she would take quick glances at the blonde slytherin. It appeared Ron knew her better than anyone thought he did. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxo Meanwhile, over at the Slytherin table, Draco was wrapped up in a conversation with Kaycee. "So how are we gonna get points from those ruddy Gryffindors without McGonagall noticing?" Kaycee said rather loudly. So loudly in fact that a whole section of the Slytherin Table overheard what was being said. This was Draco's opportunity. He looked over to the Gryffindor Table at Hermione, and at the exact time he did this, she looked up at him and their eyes met. Draco held his gaze for a moment, and then turned away. There was a certain vibe when he and Hermione looked at each other. When he looked at her hazel, almond shaped eyes, he felt warm inside, and like there was no one else in the room but she and him. He liked that feeling. I have to tell her how I feel, he thought. Not to her face! He was mortified at the idea of it. Potter and Weasely will be with her, and she will definitely think I am a nutter then! Hmm.so how to do it. Draco looked up at the Magical sky overtop of him and suddenly got an idea. At breakfast! The owls came with the mail! I will do it then. "I'm afraid I am a bit tired," Draco lied to his friends. " I think I will go up to bed now." "Oh! Good idea! I'll go with you!" Pansy said, as she started to get up. "No, no, you can stay down here and talk to your friends! You don't seem the least bit tired." "Don't u want company thou - " "No." "Alright then, I'll be up later." "Ok, I'll see you then." God, I didn't know it was that difficult to stop people from following you around here. What happened to privacy? Draco thought bitterly as he entered into the Great Hall and walked toward the dungeons. He got to the stone wall and said "pureblood." The wall parted, and he entered into the slytherin common room. It was deserted. Everyone must still be at the feast. O well, this is the privacy I wanted. Now I can sit down here and write my letter. It's warmer down here anyway.
Draco went up to his dormitory, grabbed parchment, quill, and ink, and sat down into one of the comfy, black, leather armchairs by the fire. He put his ink bottle on the side table next to it, and his parchment right next to the ink bottle. Then he dipped his quill into the ink, and started writing.
Dearest Hermione, I know I haven't been the nicest person to you over the years. In fact, I am well aware that my purpose was the make your life miserable ever since you came to this school. But now I am aware of another emotion that I am feeling. Whenever I look at you Hermione, I get all warm inside, and it's like nothing else matters. It is just us in the room, the world, the universe. I am not sure how you are going to take this, but I hope you take it well. Please owl me back when you get the chance. Love, Draco
Draco looked over his letter, and approved it; then he walked up to the owlery. He beckoned Hades, his owl, from the limb he was perched on and attached the letter to his foot. He was anxious; He didn't think Hermione was going to take the letter well. As he walked out of the owlery, he found himself dreading the coming of the next day.
Rating: PG - for my language in coming chapters, and for some..err...surprises.lol! But you will have to wait a while until we get to those!
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Harry Potter, even though I would love to own him...or rather him own me *growl* - lol! Anyway, he is J.K. Rowling's. (Damn!) she is SOOOOOOOOO Lucky!
Thanx to: Shaina again for retelling me to make chapter three longer, and again to Kaycee for helping me with ideas for later chapters and inspiring me to keep on writing this fic. Read her fic too: The Young and the Dopeless, a Draco Malfoy Story
I listened to Shaina this time.this chapter is much longer! But anyway.on with the story!
Chapter Three: Growing Affection
Hermione stepped into the Great Hall with a smile on her face. She was
finally with her friends, breathing in the fresh Hogwarts air. She sat
down at the long Gryffindor House Table - the side facing the Slytherin
House Table - and Ron and Harry sat down across from her. As Ron and
Harry argued about which Quidditch team was better, the Chudley Cannons -
Ron or the Tutshill Tornados - Harry, Hermione looked at the door
leading in to the Great Hall waiting for Draco to arrive. A few minutes later he did arrive - and to Hermione's dismay surrounded by what looked to her like all of the 6th year Slytherin girls. She watched Kaycee tugging on the robe of his sleeve admiringly, Pansy giggling at everything he said, and what looked like batting her eyelashes at him, and all the other girls where simply doing everything possible to be noticed by him. A loud snort suddenly drew Hermione back to her world. "Could Malfoy be anymore pompous than he already is?" Ron stated to Hermione and Harry. "I mean, blimey, he's surrounded by a load of giggling girls! What could they possibly see in him?" "Money, Good Looking, Plays Quidditch, Intelligent." Hermione found herself saying to them. Harry gave her a questionable look, but Ron looked furious. "That was a rhetorical question Hermione, and since when did you become so interested in defending that blonde scumbag? He's done nothing but torment you all six years you've been here at Hogwarts!" "I know that Ron! I was just answering your question of what the girls might see in him! And puh-leeze! How could you actually think that I have any affection for that.that. God Damned Boastful Git! We have been friends for six years now Ron! I thought you would know me better than that!" The row between Ron and Hermione was cut short - much to Harry's pleasure - because the first years had entered, and the sorting ceremony was going to begin momentarily. And soon enough, this could be heard throughout the Hall: A thousand years or more ago,
When I was newly sewn,
There lived four wizards of renown,
Whose names are still well known:
Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor,
Fair Ravenclaw, from glen,
Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad,
Shrewd Slytherin, from fen.
They shared a wish, a hope, a dream,
They hatched a daring plan
to educate young sorcerers
Thus Hogwarts School Began.
Now each of these four founders,
Formed their own house, for each,
Did value different virtues
In the ones they had to teach.
By Gryffindor, the bravest were,
Where they are just and loyal
Prized far beyond the rest;
For Ravenclaw, the cleverest
Would always be the best;
For Hufflepuff, hard workers were
Most worthy of admission;
And power-hungry Slytherin
Loved those of great ambition.
While still alive they did divide
Their favorites from the throng,
Yet how to pick the worthy ones
When they were dead and gone?
'Twas Gryffindor who found the way,
He whipped me off his head
The founders put some brains in me
So I could choose instead!
Now slip me snug about your ears,
I've never yet been wrong,
I'll have a look inside your brain
And see where you belong! *interruption to the story by the author* That is the Sorting Hat song from Year 4.sry, I just didn't want anyone to think that I was trying to say that the song was my own creation. *Story may continue now* The sorting ceremony was pretty much the same as it had been the years before.the occasional crys of "GRYFFINDOR" from the sorting hat ringing through the Great Hall and the loud applause from the table as they welcomed their new house mate. As the ceremony ended and the feast began, Harry watched Hermione very closely. When she thought no one was looking, she would take quick glances at the blonde slytherin. It appeared Ron knew her better than anyone thought he did. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxo Meanwhile, over at the Slytherin table, Draco was wrapped up in a conversation with Kaycee. "So how are we gonna get points from those ruddy Gryffindors without McGonagall noticing?" Kaycee said rather loudly. So loudly in fact that a whole section of the Slytherin Table overheard what was being said. This was Draco's opportunity. He looked over to the Gryffindor Table at Hermione, and at the exact time he did this, she looked up at him and their eyes met. Draco held his gaze for a moment, and then turned away. There was a certain vibe when he and Hermione looked at each other. When he looked at her hazel, almond shaped eyes, he felt warm inside, and like there was no one else in the room but she and him. He liked that feeling. I have to tell her how I feel, he thought. Not to her face! He was mortified at the idea of it. Potter and Weasely will be with her, and she will definitely think I am a nutter then! Hmm.so how to do it. Draco looked up at the Magical sky overtop of him and suddenly got an idea. At breakfast! The owls came with the mail! I will do it then. "I'm afraid I am a bit tired," Draco lied to his friends. " I think I will go up to bed now." "Oh! Good idea! I'll go with you!" Pansy said, as she started to get up. "No, no, you can stay down here and talk to your friends! You don't seem the least bit tired." "Don't u want company thou - " "No." "Alright then, I'll be up later." "Ok, I'll see you then." God, I didn't know it was that difficult to stop people from following you around here. What happened to privacy? Draco thought bitterly as he entered into the Great Hall and walked toward the dungeons. He got to the stone wall and said "pureblood." The wall parted, and he entered into the slytherin common room. It was deserted. Everyone must still be at the feast. O well, this is the privacy I wanted. Now I can sit down here and write my letter. It's warmer down here anyway.
Draco went up to his dormitory, grabbed parchment, quill, and ink, and sat down into one of the comfy, black, leather armchairs by the fire. He put his ink bottle on the side table next to it, and his parchment right next to the ink bottle. Then he dipped his quill into the ink, and started writing.
Dearest Hermione, I know I haven't been the nicest person to you over the years. In fact, I am well aware that my purpose was the make your life miserable ever since you came to this school. But now I am aware of another emotion that I am feeling. Whenever I look at you Hermione, I get all warm inside, and it's like nothing else matters. It is just us in the room, the world, the universe. I am not sure how you are going to take this, but I hope you take it well. Please owl me back when you get the chance. Love, Draco
Draco looked over his letter, and approved it; then he walked up to the owlery. He beckoned Hades, his owl, from the limb he was perched on and attached the letter to his foot. He was anxious; He didn't think Hermione was going to take the letter well. As he walked out of the owlery, he found himself dreading the coming of the next day.