Chapter 3: The first day
As usual, Hermione woke up early that morning. She wanted to make sure that she wouldn't meet Malfoy in the bathroom. She took a hot shower and tried to get prepared as quick as she could and went to her room to get dressed and take her bag. Stepping out of her room, she heard Malfoy opening his and she stormed out of the common room, just as he opened it. All he had seen was the back of her school robes, floating behind her before she closed the door.
"Filthy mudblood!" was all he could say to himself while heading to the bathroom.
"Merlin, it smells woman all over the place, I don't want to smell like that!" 'but I'd like to have in my arms a girl that smelled like that' he thought. Twisting his head in all ways, like there was a bug in his hair, he said: "No Way! That's the smell of that freakin' mudblood Granger!" and then, he headed to the shower, angry at himself for having had such thoughts.
Entering the great hall, the first person he noticed was a beautiful girl he thought he had never seen before, seated at the Gryffindor table. He thought of going to talk to her until he realized who she was.
"Bloody Granger" he mumbled, walking towards the slytherin table, "I don't know what I'd give to get her out of my way, forever!"
The breakfast went, uneventful. Hermione, Ron and Harry finally got up to go to their first class, desperate. Again, they had double potions on Monday morning, and with the slytherins, for the 7th year in a row. So they headed to the dungeons, not quite in a hurry but not too slow either: you don't ever want to be late for Snape's class, never.
As the day passed by, Hermione felt more and more uncomfortable. She felt just like somebody was staring at her, trying to play some sort of trick on her and she definitely didn't like that feeling. Still, she couldn't find who would want to play a trick on her, except maybe the slytherins and that Malfoy prat. But that was usual, they always had been acting like that with her, for as long as she could remember, and it had never let her feel this way.
After their last course, they headed straight to the great hall for dinner. All that had happened was that professor McGonnagall had taken her and Malfoy to the room beside the staff table (the one Harry had gone to, that night, in 4th year when his name had jumped out of the goblet of fire). All that was said was that they had to patrol the corridors on Monday's and Friday's, together of one could do a part of the school, and the other, the rest, starting tonight. Going back to her seat, beside Ron and Harry, she thought that what she had felt was nothing else than the stress of the new year starting (which she had never had before) but she thought that it was due to the fact that it was her last year, she was head girl and had a lot to do.
As usual, Hermione woke up early that morning. She wanted to make sure that she wouldn't meet Malfoy in the bathroom. She took a hot shower and tried to get prepared as quick as she could and went to her room to get dressed and take her bag. Stepping out of her room, she heard Malfoy opening his and she stormed out of the common room, just as he opened it. All he had seen was the back of her school robes, floating behind her before she closed the door.
"Filthy mudblood!" was all he could say to himself while heading to the bathroom.
"Merlin, it smells woman all over the place, I don't want to smell like that!" 'but I'd like to have in my arms a girl that smelled like that' he thought. Twisting his head in all ways, like there was a bug in his hair, he said: "No Way! That's the smell of that freakin' mudblood Granger!" and then, he headed to the shower, angry at himself for having had such thoughts.
Entering the great hall, the first person he noticed was a beautiful girl he thought he had never seen before, seated at the Gryffindor table. He thought of going to talk to her until he realized who she was.
"Bloody Granger" he mumbled, walking towards the slytherin table, "I don't know what I'd give to get her out of my way, forever!"
The breakfast went, uneventful. Hermione, Ron and Harry finally got up to go to their first class, desperate. Again, they had double potions on Monday morning, and with the slytherins, for the 7th year in a row. So they headed to the dungeons, not quite in a hurry but not too slow either: you don't ever want to be late for Snape's class, never.
As the day passed by, Hermione felt more and more uncomfortable. She felt just like somebody was staring at her, trying to play some sort of trick on her and she definitely didn't like that feeling. Still, she couldn't find who would want to play a trick on her, except maybe the slytherins and that Malfoy prat. But that was usual, they always had been acting like that with her, for as long as she could remember, and it had never let her feel this way.
After their last course, they headed straight to the great hall for dinner. All that had happened was that professor McGonnagall had taken her and Malfoy to the room beside the staff table (the one Harry had gone to, that night, in 4th year when his name had jumped out of the goblet of fire). All that was said was that they had to patrol the corridors on Monday's and Friday's, together of one could do a part of the school, and the other, the rest, starting tonight. Going back to her seat, beside Ron and Harry, she thought that what she had felt was nothing else than the stress of the new year starting (which she had never had before) but she thought that it was due to the fact that it was her last year, she was head girl and had a lot to do.