Dear Readers, The Story May Not Go As Fast As You Expect. I am in the
process of writing a book and fan fiction. Here's Chapter 1. And Thanks To
All Those Who Reviewed. By The Way.War Is Going To Start. Almost.
Complicated Plot. No More Spoilers =D.
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"Hermy! Hermy!" A male with flaming red hair shouted. Hermione looked over. Ron and Harry were running over towards her. Ron stopped dead in his tracks. They weren't the lanky kids she first met. They were now, tanned and strong from frequent Quidditch practice. Ron at 6' 1" and Harry at 6' 3" they were both quite tall and attracted many female eyes.
"What's wrong Ron?" questioned Harry.
"Isn't she beautiful?" Ron whispered to Harry as he stared at the goddess figured woman in front of him. He was love struck and he continued to stare in awe. While a figure in the shadows thought the same.
"Ron? Have you gone nutters Ron?" Hermione inquired. She dragged Ron on to the Hogwarts Express while Ron continued to push his luggage in a daze. Once they got on, and chose a comfortable compartment they were interrupted by two built boys, pardon boys, men.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the lovely Golden Trio. Mudblood, Weasel, and Pothead. What a lovely threesome." Sneered an unforgettable voice belonging to Malfoy. He sauntered in and took a seat next to Hermione. Blaise Zabini was standing by the compartment door with his arms crossed in front of him with a cocky grin plastered on his face.
"I see that both of you have grown over the summer, but unfortunately your brains have still remained the size of a walnut." Hermione insulted. Malfoy placed one his hand on Hermione's thigh and rubbed it, with a suggestive smirk.
"MALFOY, YOU BLOODY GIT! GET YOUR HAND OFF ME BEFORE I HEX YOU INTO OBLIVION!" Hermione yelled at the top of her lungs. However, once she saw Ron's expression she was more afraid of Ron being expelled than Malfoy touching her, for Ron had turned a shade of red never thought possible in the Wesley family.
"Ron.Calm down.Please. He's not worth it." Hermione cooed like a mother who would coax a little boy. "Zabini! Get your "lovely and charming" friend here out!" said Hermione as she slapped Malfoy's hand away. Malfoy got up, saying, "I'll be seeing you everyday, honey." As he walked out with Zabini.
"I wonder what he meant by that?.Oh no.It can't be." Hermione agonized. Yes, it was inevitable, she had seen the badge pinned onto his robes. It was no mistake, Malfoy was Head Boy, and she was Head Girl.
"What's wrong Hermione??" Harry asked with deep concern.
"It's nothing Harry. Nothing at all." Hermione answered. She then fell into a troublesome sleep all the way to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Widzary.
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"Seigneur sombre. Mourir." Wheezed a very tired Pettigrew. Yes, the Dark Lord was dying. He had chose two heir, the Zabini and Malfoy family's sons. Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy were both best friends, and reigning together meant more power. Alone, they were nothing, but together they were everything.
The Dark Lord died with a true smile on his sleep, a true smile, a true smile of evil.
bPlot Is Going To Get Complicated. Don't Worry. Seigneur Sombre - Dark Lord. Mourir. - Dying. Actually.I'm Just Improvising. But, When Improvise The Story Is Much Better, And I Update More.
"Hermy! Hermy!" A male with flaming red hair shouted. Hermione looked over. Ron and Harry were running over towards her. Ron stopped dead in his tracks. They weren't the lanky kids she first met. They were now, tanned and strong from frequent Quidditch practice. Ron at 6' 1" and Harry at 6' 3" they were both quite tall and attracted many female eyes.
"What's wrong Ron?" questioned Harry.
"Isn't she beautiful?" Ron whispered to Harry as he stared at the goddess figured woman in front of him. He was love struck and he continued to stare in awe. While a figure in the shadows thought the same.
"Ron? Have you gone nutters Ron?" Hermione inquired. She dragged Ron on to the Hogwarts Express while Ron continued to push his luggage in a daze. Once they got on, and chose a comfortable compartment they were interrupted by two built boys, pardon boys, men.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the lovely Golden Trio. Mudblood, Weasel, and Pothead. What a lovely threesome." Sneered an unforgettable voice belonging to Malfoy. He sauntered in and took a seat next to Hermione. Blaise Zabini was standing by the compartment door with his arms crossed in front of him with a cocky grin plastered on his face.
"I see that both of you have grown over the summer, but unfortunately your brains have still remained the size of a walnut." Hermione insulted. Malfoy placed one his hand on Hermione's thigh and rubbed it, with a suggestive smirk.
"MALFOY, YOU BLOODY GIT! GET YOUR HAND OFF ME BEFORE I HEX YOU INTO OBLIVION!" Hermione yelled at the top of her lungs. However, once she saw Ron's expression she was more afraid of Ron being expelled than Malfoy touching her, for Ron had turned a shade of red never thought possible in the Wesley family.
"Ron.Calm down.Please. He's not worth it." Hermione cooed like a mother who would coax a little boy. "Zabini! Get your "lovely and charming" friend here out!" said Hermione as she slapped Malfoy's hand away. Malfoy got up, saying, "I'll be seeing you everyday, honey." As he walked out with Zabini.
"I wonder what he meant by that?.Oh no.It can't be." Hermione agonized. Yes, it was inevitable, she had seen the badge pinned onto his robes. It was no mistake, Malfoy was Head Boy, and she was Head Girl.
"What's wrong Hermione??" Harry asked with deep concern.
"It's nothing Harry. Nothing at all." Hermione answered. She then fell into a troublesome sleep all the way to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Widzary.
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"Seigneur sombre. Mourir." Wheezed a very tired Pettigrew. Yes, the Dark Lord was dying. He had chose two heir, the Zabini and Malfoy family's sons. Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy were both best friends, and reigning together meant more power. Alone, they were nothing, but together they were everything.
The Dark Lord died with a true smile on his sleep, a true smile, a true smile of evil.
bPlot Is Going To Get Complicated. Don't Worry. Seigneur Sombre - Dark Lord. Mourir. - Dying. Actually.I'm Just Improvising. But, When Improvise The Story Is Much Better, And I Update More.
