Author's Notes: ~ Hi from Stella and Liz! Thanks to all the people that
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The story's going a little slow right now, but we promise you that it will
get faster soon.
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Oh, and for all of you girls who like Draco.don't be heartbroken, because
you never know what's gonna happen! (I personally like him too)
Hermione meanwhile was standing outside Hogwarts. "Oh! I wish I could apparate!" muttered Hermione, glancing at her writ-o-watch. "Its not like I cant."
Suddenly she burst through the Great Doors and walked calmly up the stage as Dumbldore again repeated, "Would Hermione Granger please come forward." 20 different head-of-department Professors gave her twenty prefect badges (Percy got one in his fifth year). The whole hall was amazed.
"Granger.a prefect huh?" said Draco softly and then added as an afterthought, "A prefect missing an emergency meeting."
Everyone near enough to hear agreed with him, of course they would, he was a Malfoy after all.
"Exactly!" retorted Pansy. "Granger's too ugly to be a prefect anyway. Really! We ought to be head prefects in two years time, me and you sharing the same study." she floated away, a distant look in her brown eyes.
As Hermione came down the stairs from the stage and headed towards the Gryffindor table, Dumbledore carried on as if nothing had happened, and if Hermione hadn't imagined it, a cheeky twinkle in his eye.
"Draco Malfoy could you please come forward." Draco smirked as he stood up coolly, pushing back his chair and strolling towards the stage. As he received the badges he was able to flash one of his most charming smirks towards Pansy, knowing that Hermione and the rest of the girls at Hogwarts for that matter, would notice.
Hermione looked scornfully towards Pansy who was giving Draco a look of pure pride and hmphed loudly. What does he think he is? She thought to himself and then answered aloud, "he thinks he's able to charm everyone in the school!"
Ginny who had been sitting beside her staring enchanted at Draco, looked at her strangely, "And he does!" "What?" Hermione exclaimed. "Don't even think about mentioning that to me ever again. He's the most self absorbed git I've ever seen!"
Ginny rolled her eyes and turned back towards the stage where Draco was now coming back. Harry quickly changed the subject, noticing Hermione's expression. "Where were you today?"
Ginny's attention focused back to Hermione, she too curious at what had happened.
"Uh.I got a little held up." Muttered Hermione.
"A little?" Harry asked quizzically.
"Well, I got held up." She replied again.
"And I believe that you don't want to tell us what exactly happened to you?" Harry asked again.
"I don't think so."
"No problems then." Harry answered.
"I hope you weren't with that rusty Goyle?" Ginny eyed her suspiciously as she asked.
"H.How did you find out about Goyle?" Hermione stammered, shocked at Ginny's knowledge of the matter.
"There are such things as rumours you know." Ginny rolled her eyes again as she carried on, "And if you are thinking of liking that pea-brained creature, think again! There are better you know."
"Like who? Your golden haired Draco?" Hermione snapped back, startled and a little hurt at Ginny's remark about Goyle.
"I should think so." Ginny retorted. "Harry is also way better too."
Harry blushed slightly as Ginny lifted her eyebrows and looked at Hermione accusingly. Hermione blushed too, as she thought that she had insulted her all time best friend. "I didn't mean that."
"Its ok, I don't care whether I'm good looking or not." Harry smiled as he saw Hermione stutter from loss of words.
Harry was good looking if you thought about it. His scrawniness from his earlier years had drawn a figure that was slender and slight, his attractive green eyes were filled with kindness and his dark brown hair was soft. If you compared him to Draco, Harry was more on the adorable, soft cute side.like Crookshanks. Crookshanks was cute too only no one said so.
Suddenly there was a tug at Hermione's robes.
"Miao."
"Crookshanks! How'd you get in here gorgeous puss puss?" cooed Hermione lovingly. Crookshanks held a bit of paper at her paw. Scented pink paper. The really expensive type at Madame Zucchis. Hiding Crookshanks under the table, she unfolded the paper.
Roses are red, Violets are blue, You may not know it, But someone loves you.
Her heart leapt. Was it Goyle? It was probably her dreaming. Or was it Harry? Harry was giving her looks.but he was only a friend. She glanced over at the Slytherin table and couldn't see Goyle, but saw Darco staring at her dazed, with his blonde locks framing his face. He turned away quickly, forgetting to smirk at her when Pansy tugged annoyingly at his arm. It was Draco Malfoy was it?! Was there a sweet, soft side to Malfoy? Surely it was Goyle. Who else could have given it to Crookshanks?
"Crookshanks, tell me," she whispered. "Who gave this to you?"
"Miao."answered Crookshanks cheekily licking her furry paw.
Ginny looked over at Hermione and snatched her note.
*
"Luscious, are you sure about this attack? He's a very clever mudblood."
"Parkinson! The Dark Lord would make me his favourite should I kill this mudblood. The plan's all set - we're not turning back. The Dark Lord shall rise and be more powerful than ever. After we destroy everyone supporting Crouch in the Ministry, we will kill the Potter gang. Funny Weasley died before we got to him."
"He may work out our plan Luscious. I've got the portkey ready anyhow. I'll get Wormtail to take it to the train and deliver it to him personally to the Dark Lord." Luscious laughed evilly and sharply. "One of my men will drink a polyjuice potion and die of a deadly disease uner his identity. Alessadro Aless, an asset to the aurors dead. Dead! Dead because of me."
Hermione meanwhile was standing outside Hogwarts. "Oh! I wish I could apparate!" muttered Hermione, glancing at her writ-o-watch. "Its not like I cant."
Suddenly she burst through the Great Doors and walked calmly up the stage as Dumbldore again repeated, "Would Hermione Granger please come forward." 20 different head-of-department Professors gave her twenty prefect badges (Percy got one in his fifth year). The whole hall was amazed.
"Granger.a prefect huh?" said Draco softly and then added as an afterthought, "A prefect missing an emergency meeting."
Everyone near enough to hear agreed with him, of course they would, he was a Malfoy after all.
"Exactly!" retorted Pansy. "Granger's too ugly to be a prefect anyway. Really! We ought to be head prefects in two years time, me and you sharing the same study." she floated away, a distant look in her brown eyes.
As Hermione came down the stairs from the stage and headed towards the Gryffindor table, Dumbledore carried on as if nothing had happened, and if Hermione hadn't imagined it, a cheeky twinkle in his eye.
"Draco Malfoy could you please come forward." Draco smirked as he stood up coolly, pushing back his chair and strolling towards the stage. As he received the badges he was able to flash one of his most charming smirks towards Pansy, knowing that Hermione and the rest of the girls at Hogwarts for that matter, would notice.
Hermione looked scornfully towards Pansy who was giving Draco a look of pure pride and hmphed loudly. What does he think he is? She thought to himself and then answered aloud, "he thinks he's able to charm everyone in the school!"
Ginny who had been sitting beside her staring enchanted at Draco, looked at her strangely, "And he does!" "What?" Hermione exclaimed. "Don't even think about mentioning that to me ever again. He's the most self absorbed git I've ever seen!"
Ginny rolled her eyes and turned back towards the stage where Draco was now coming back. Harry quickly changed the subject, noticing Hermione's expression. "Where were you today?"
Ginny's attention focused back to Hermione, she too curious at what had happened.
"Uh.I got a little held up." Muttered Hermione.
"A little?" Harry asked quizzically.
"Well, I got held up." She replied again.
"And I believe that you don't want to tell us what exactly happened to you?" Harry asked again.
"I don't think so."
"No problems then." Harry answered.
"I hope you weren't with that rusty Goyle?" Ginny eyed her suspiciously as she asked.
"H.How did you find out about Goyle?" Hermione stammered, shocked at Ginny's knowledge of the matter.
"There are such things as rumours you know." Ginny rolled her eyes again as she carried on, "And if you are thinking of liking that pea-brained creature, think again! There are better you know."
"Like who? Your golden haired Draco?" Hermione snapped back, startled and a little hurt at Ginny's remark about Goyle.
"I should think so." Ginny retorted. "Harry is also way better too."
Harry blushed slightly as Ginny lifted her eyebrows and looked at Hermione accusingly. Hermione blushed too, as she thought that she had insulted her all time best friend. "I didn't mean that."
"Its ok, I don't care whether I'm good looking or not." Harry smiled as he saw Hermione stutter from loss of words.
Harry was good looking if you thought about it. His scrawniness from his earlier years had drawn a figure that was slender and slight, his attractive green eyes were filled with kindness and his dark brown hair was soft. If you compared him to Draco, Harry was more on the adorable, soft cute side.like Crookshanks. Crookshanks was cute too only no one said so.
Suddenly there was a tug at Hermione's robes.
"Miao."
"Crookshanks! How'd you get in here gorgeous puss puss?" cooed Hermione lovingly. Crookshanks held a bit of paper at her paw. Scented pink paper. The really expensive type at Madame Zucchis. Hiding Crookshanks under the table, she unfolded the paper.
Roses are red, Violets are blue, You may not know it, But someone loves you.
Her heart leapt. Was it Goyle? It was probably her dreaming. Or was it Harry? Harry was giving her looks.but he was only a friend. She glanced over at the Slytherin table and couldn't see Goyle, but saw Darco staring at her dazed, with his blonde locks framing his face. He turned away quickly, forgetting to smirk at her when Pansy tugged annoyingly at his arm. It was Draco Malfoy was it?! Was there a sweet, soft side to Malfoy? Surely it was Goyle. Who else could have given it to Crookshanks?
"Crookshanks, tell me," she whispered. "Who gave this to you?"
"Miao."answered Crookshanks cheekily licking her furry paw.
Ginny looked over at Hermione and snatched her note.
*
"Luscious, are you sure about this attack? He's a very clever mudblood."
"Parkinson! The Dark Lord would make me his favourite should I kill this mudblood. The plan's all set - we're not turning back. The Dark Lord shall rise and be more powerful than ever. After we destroy everyone supporting Crouch in the Ministry, we will kill the Potter gang. Funny Weasley died before we got to him."
"He may work out our plan Luscious. I've got the portkey ready anyhow. I'll get Wormtail to take it to the train and deliver it to him personally to the Dark Lord." Luscious laughed evilly and sharply. "One of my men will drink a polyjuice potion and die of a deadly disease uner his identity. Alessadro Aless, an asset to the aurors dead. Dead! Dead because of me."
