WARNING: This fic dose have a hint (the tinyest hint, but it's still there)
of gin/herm slash, and no it aint graphic, and no, you probably wouldn't
notice unless I told you so, I better not get any flames for this, cos I
gave you a big warning for such a tiny hint
Anyway, please review!
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Hermione and Ginny entered the Great Hall and flopped into their usual seats, opposite Harry and Ron, who were talking animatedly about Quidditch.
"Ahem" Ginny coughed overly loudly. Both boys looked up and smiled.
"Happy Birthday!" They shouted in unison, Hermione watched as brightly coloured streamers and confetti rained down from the enchanted ceiling over her head. Hermione grinned and turned red as she was presented with gifts from her Gryffindor friends.
Hermione was opening her final present; a pair of moonstone earrings (from Lavender and Parvati) when a soft chiming of bells told them it was time for class.
Ginny helped Hermione stuff things into her bag, in her hurry Draco's scarf slipped out of her pocket and on to the floor.
"Hey Hermione, who gave you this?" Ginny asked, incredulously.
"Oh, um, no one." She flushed scarlet.
"Oh, it's from your mystery boy." Ginny folded the scarf neatly and pushed Hermione's plait out of the way as the tied it loosely around her neck. "I wish you trusted me enough to tell me Hermione." She said in a small voice as she smoothed her friend's hair.
"I do trust you Gin, its just that it's a secret, I haven't told anyone, I'm sorry."
"It's okay Herm, it's just that-" A second soft chiming told them class was starting.
"Oh Gin, I gotta go, you know, Snape. I'll talk to you at lunch." Hermione picked up her bag and leaned over to Ginny, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek "Love ya." She said, waving, as she raced with the other late-goers down the dungeon stairs.
Ginny remained in the Great Hall on her own for a few moments. Slowly she put her hand to her cheek.
"I love you too."
She said hoarsely, as she picked up her bag and headed to the Herbology Greenhouses.
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Draco was late into the Great Hall, despite his early rise. He sat morosely on his own. Brooding he watched as Hermione came in late for breakfast as she was showered with gifts. 'No less than she deserves.' He thought, watching her face turning red as she giggled and began to unwrap presents.
Meanwhile there was a slight commotion further up the table, Draco turned to look. Pansy Parkinson. Pansy stunted over to the top of the table, a group of seventh years where calling her over, which included Draco's Qudditch captain, Marcus Flint. Draco pulled a face, he knew what that meant.
"One moment Marcus." Pansy said to the broad shouldered seventh year, who was smiling wolfishly at her. Pansy slid into the empty seat next to Draco.
"Hi Draco." She said, looking at him through her heavy dark lashes.
"What?" He snapped, still half staring at Hermione. Pansy pouted.
"Draco, aren't you glad to see me?" Draco turned to look at her now. His eyes raked up and down her figure, looking at her hair, gazing into her eyes.
"I couldn't careless, now get away from me." He snarled, pulling the sleeve of his robes out of her grip. Pansy paused, her face turned bright red, she growled and stood, walking over to the burley seventh year without a backward glance.
Absorbed, Draco turned back to stare at Hermione, watching the way she tucked her hair behind her ears, she kept giggling, Fred and George seemed to be telling a funny story.
The bell chimed softly, Draco stood and levered his bag onto his shoulders, with a backward glance at Hermione, who was packing her bags with the help of Ginny, he left.
Unbeknownst to Draco, Pansy Parkinson had been watching the whole thing, her eyes narrowed.
"No-one gets the better of me, no-one, I'm going to make both of them regret they ever dared cross my path."
Pansy stood, a smug grin plastered on her face, her brain already working behind her blue eyes, which held a dangerous glint in them. She swung her hips in a Marilyn-sex-kitten walk as she headed towards the dungeons.
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Oooh, Pansy's mad, he he he
Please review ( I accept anon. Reviews! ) or mail me, (princess_snake_@hotmail.com) I love hearing from you guys!!!
See you soon!
Anyway, please review!
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Hermione and Ginny entered the Great Hall and flopped into their usual seats, opposite Harry and Ron, who were talking animatedly about Quidditch.
"Ahem" Ginny coughed overly loudly. Both boys looked up and smiled.
"Happy Birthday!" They shouted in unison, Hermione watched as brightly coloured streamers and confetti rained down from the enchanted ceiling over her head. Hermione grinned and turned red as she was presented with gifts from her Gryffindor friends.
Hermione was opening her final present; a pair of moonstone earrings (from Lavender and Parvati) when a soft chiming of bells told them it was time for class.
Ginny helped Hermione stuff things into her bag, in her hurry Draco's scarf slipped out of her pocket and on to the floor.
"Hey Hermione, who gave you this?" Ginny asked, incredulously.
"Oh, um, no one." She flushed scarlet.
"Oh, it's from your mystery boy." Ginny folded the scarf neatly and pushed Hermione's plait out of the way as the tied it loosely around her neck. "I wish you trusted me enough to tell me Hermione." She said in a small voice as she smoothed her friend's hair.
"I do trust you Gin, its just that it's a secret, I haven't told anyone, I'm sorry."
"It's okay Herm, it's just that-" A second soft chiming told them class was starting.
"Oh Gin, I gotta go, you know, Snape. I'll talk to you at lunch." Hermione picked up her bag and leaned over to Ginny, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek "Love ya." She said, waving, as she raced with the other late-goers down the dungeon stairs.
Ginny remained in the Great Hall on her own for a few moments. Slowly she put her hand to her cheek.
"I love you too."
She said hoarsely, as she picked up her bag and headed to the Herbology Greenhouses.
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Draco was late into the Great Hall, despite his early rise. He sat morosely on his own. Brooding he watched as Hermione came in late for breakfast as she was showered with gifts. 'No less than she deserves.' He thought, watching her face turning red as she giggled and began to unwrap presents.
Meanwhile there was a slight commotion further up the table, Draco turned to look. Pansy Parkinson. Pansy stunted over to the top of the table, a group of seventh years where calling her over, which included Draco's Qudditch captain, Marcus Flint. Draco pulled a face, he knew what that meant.
"One moment Marcus." Pansy said to the broad shouldered seventh year, who was smiling wolfishly at her. Pansy slid into the empty seat next to Draco.
"Hi Draco." She said, looking at him through her heavy dark lashes.
"What?" He snapped, still half staring at Hermione. Pansy pouted.
"Draco, aren't you glad to see me?" Draco turned to look at her now. His eyes raked up and down her figure, looking at her hair, gazing into her eyes.
"I couldn't careless, now get away from me." He snarled, pulling the sleeve of his robes out of her grip. Pansy paused, her face turned bright red, she growled and stood, walking over to the burley seventh year without a backward glance.
Absorbed, Draco turned back to stare at Hermione, watching the way she tucked her hair behind her ears, she kept giggling, Fred and George seemed to be telling a funny story.
The bell chimed softly, Draco stood and levered his bag onto his shoulders, with a backward glance at Hermione, who was packing her bags with the help of Ginny, he left.
Unbeknownst to Draco, Pansy Parkinson had been watching the whole thing, her eyes narrowed.
"No-one gets the better of me, no-one, I'm going to make both of them regret they ever dared cross my path."
Pansy stood, a smug grin plastered on her face, her brain already working behind her blue eyes, which held a dangerous glint in them. She swung her hips in a Marilyn-sex-kitten walk as she headed towards the dungeons.
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Oooh, Pansy's mad, he he he
Please review ( I accept anon. Reviews! ) or mail me, (princess_snake_@hotmail.com) I love hearing from you guys!!!
See you soon!
