AN~~~ Hey, well here's the next chapter, Please review if you haven't, it
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Disclaimer- I don't own crap, well this computer (but whatever..)
Special thanks~~~ To all my reviewers especially Heather (Echo Destynee), (check out her story)
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ChApTeR ThReE
~Slightly More~
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~~~ At promptly 10 O'clock A.M. professor Snape briskly makes his way toward Draco's and Hermione's temporary dorms. He is to bring them both into an unused potions laboratory. There they would replenish Madam Pomfrey's stores, which would have been done by the potions master himself. But seeing as the two students excelled at potions the potions would be of little difficultly for them to complete successfully. And Snape being himself would never willing do trivial tasks which others could do, hence the reasoning of the punishment.
~~~ Entering the dorm he finds both Granger and young Malfoy sitting as far from each other as the small room enabled. "Well, no need to doodle children, follow me." Snape bites. Dully both the blonde and brunette follow the black billowing robes of the potions professor. "Today you will be concocting several simple potions to restock the medic stores." Now entering the lab he gestures them to a rather normal potions desk and at several empty jars on another table which are labeled as to what each should or would contain. Handing Draco a large bag, most likely magical, filled with the ingredients they would need and a list of the amount of each potion to make along with instructions for each. "Any Questions," Snape asked rhetorically. Without hesitation answers "No, good then get to work". Swiftly he exits the room leaving only silence and the sounds of clicking bottles and bubbling brews.
~~~ Hermione Stealthily working on her potion along side Draco who was similarly doing a type of pain relief potion. After two hours Draco become extremely irritated standing and waiting for the brew to cool enough to bottle conjures two chairs. Not even taking a second thought as to why he supplied Granger one as well. Expecting nothing a small whisper of thanks is heard from the girl next to him. Returning the manner he replies "Your welcome, think nothing of it" solemnly. To a girl, a person, a witch, not a mudblood or a muggle, but to a magical being like himself; for the first time in his life of 17 years he actually looked at her. She was not something to be despised, not at all. Shaking the thoughts from his mind he empties the contents of the caldron into bottles. The rest of the day progressed with as little conversing as possible. At least silence is better then fighting Hermione thought, although within her mind she knew she missed his smart ass comments. Shifting under the tensing silence he breaks it, "This is utterly ridiculous! It's been over a week and neither of us have had any company, or said more than three words to any soul." Putting his Slytherin cunning to use and being a Malfoy derives a plan. "Let's start over. Hi, I'm Draco but if you have any other options by which to call me, I'm open to ideas."
Hermione none to convinced of the sudden change answers, "What kind of cheap drugs are you on, because you should really lay off them."
"What the fucks your deal, I was being sincere".
"Sincere my ass"
"I was trying to make things right between us".
"You've never done a single thing in your life unless you benefited so whatever in hell you what from me you can give up, because you're never going to get it".
Draco pauses searching for an example otherwise, coming up without one he retorts. "You're absolutely correct. I would have gained a friendship, company, and a source to ease my boredom, but hey it's your loss. I offered."
"Wait a second are you calling a truce"?
"Well I suppose, yes".
"Fine, fine, I can use some socializing too. Hello, I'm Hermione."
Using all of his perfected charm "The pleasures all mine", he gently kisses her warm soft hand. Hermione feeling slightly uncomfortable with the sensation of his soft cool lips on her skin pulls her hand away. "So what are you brewing?"
"Skele-grow" He simply states. 'If all I have to do is kiss her hand and make her shiver imagine what other reaction I could get from her .' The rest of the day was rather boring for him as time past with talk of potions and ingredients.
~~~Promptly at 9 O'clock everyone's favorite potion professor entered the room expecting to see it in chaos and including to injured students, he was surprised to say the least that Malfoy and Granger were in fact conversing casually about vampire blood and its uses. 'The old man actually may have been right after all'. "I can see your task has been completed. Now leave my sight, Headmaster Dumbledore is awaiting you out side."
~~~ The elder informs the two that they will be able to write to friends in school after the weekend closed and he was proud of the accomplishments. Also he noted how their punishment was far from over. Draco barely notices the letter which the headmaster slips into Hermione's hands for he was not intended to know. Later in the common room she sits in a chair by the fire and opens the parchment carefully for if Dumbledore found it urgent to allow her to read it, it must be important. Reading the letter a snake seems to creep up her spine causing her to shiver. As emotions begin to pile she runs into her room, oblivious of Draco's stares from across the room slams the door shut. Grabbing her silver blade she glances at her reflection. 'How can he still be so cruel he's my flesh and blood? Why does shit always happen to me. The world hates me and if there was a god he'd hate me too, everyone does. The only 'friends' I had only used me for my grades. I bet they don't even care that I'm locked in a bloody hell house with the prick that's degraded me for years. I'm worthless Malfoys right. Maybe I should kill myself, no big loss just one less mudblood for Voldemort to kill. No, I won't though I'm not that weak. I'm stronger then most people know. Hell, no one knows me in the first place.' Running the blade across the soft skin of her arm red liquid oozes from the cut, along with the blood the pain ebbs from deep within her soul. The emptiness provides the comfort she needs and then realizing the amount of blood on the floor and on her robe, take the fabric off and recites a cleaning spell. Carefully exiting her room with the robe folded over her arm, heads for the bath. Unfortunately for her, Draco was also headed in that direction. With a sudden worry at how pale Hermione was question her, "Are you feeling alright"?
"Yes, I'm Fine" she curtly answers.
"You sure" Draco tries once more.
"Yes, I'm bloody damn well sure how I do or do not feel."!
"Merlin forbid I care! Next time I'll save myself the trouble and from getting bitched at and let you die."
"Fuck off" She slams the door behind her.
~~~' Damn bitch! I was being a gentleman and gave a damn about how she felt and I get shit in return.' Grabbing a book he walks into his room, reading the page for the 5th time he finally gives up and grabs a cigarette. Inhaling the smoke, Hermione's works echo through his brain. "You really need to lay off them". 'Yea, I hell I will, Voledemort will declare his love for mudbloods first.' Exhaling he lets his worries fly out with the smoke. After an hour or so he treads into the bath and glancing in the corner of wall a Gryffindor robe which seemed to have developed a reddish- brown hew, but he ceases to note anything wrong with the object. Paying no more attention to it he walks into the common room. Hermione once again enters his mind and not ignoring the thoughts again he decides to enter her room. Saying the password he heard she recite many times before opens the door. Stepping inside he looks around, it was very similar to his room, with the exception of the picture of the golden trio. Seeing a parchment on her night stand he approaches it silently. Picking it up he couldn't not gaze at the beauty asleep in the bed to his right. 'Merlin she really is pretty damn hott when she's not bitching at me.' Cautiously he begins to read.
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AN~ Well that's It for now. (he, he) I left u in suspense didn't I ??? Please review !!! and you will get the next chapter sooner.
Disclaimer- I don't own crap, well this computer (but whatever..)
Special thanks~~~ To all my reviewers especially Heather (Echo Destynee), (check out her story)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
ChApTeR ThReE
~Slightly More~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~ At promptly 10 O'clock A.M. professor Snape briskly makes his way toward Draco's and Hermione's temporary dorms. He is to bring them both into an unused potions laboratory. There they would replenish Madam Pomfrey's stores, which would have been done by the potions master himself. But seeing as the two students excelled at potions the potions would be of little difficultly for them to complete successfully. And Snape being himself would never willing do trivial tasks which others could do, hence the reasoning of the punishment.
~~~ Entering the dorm he finds both Granger and young Malfoy sitting as far from each other as the small room enabled. "Well, no need to doodle children, follow me." Snape bites. Dully both the blonde and brunette follow the black billowing robes of the potions professor. "Today you will be concocting several simple potions to restock the medic stores." Now entering the lab he gestures them to a rather normal potions desk and at several empty jars on another table which are labeled as to what each should or would contain. Handing Draco a large bag, most likely magical, filled with the ingredients they would need and a list of the amount of each potion to make along with instructions for each. "Any Questions," Snape asked rhetorically. Without hesitation answers "No, good then get to work". Swiftly he exits the room leaving only silence and the sounds of clicking bottles and bubbling brews.
~~~ Hermione Stealthily working on her potion along side Draco who was similarly doing a type of pain relief potion. After two hours Draco become extremely irritated standing and waiting for the brew to cool enough to bottle conjures two chairs. Not even taking a second thought as to why he supplied Granger one as well. Expecting nothing a small whisper of thanks is heard from the girl next to him. Returning the manner he replies "Your welcome, think nothing of it" solemnly. To a girl, a person, a witch, not a mudblood or a muggle, but to a magical being like himself; for the first time in his life of 17 years he actually looked at her. She was not something to be despised, not at all. Shaking the thoughts from his mind he empties the contents of the caldron into bottles. The rest of the day progressed with as little conversing as possible. At least silence is better then fighting Hermione thought, although within her mind she knew she missed his smart ass comments. Shifting under the tensing silence he breaks it, "This is utterly ridiculous! It's been over a week and neither of us have had any company, or said more than three words to any soul." Putting his Slytherin cunning to use and being a Malfoy derives a plan. "Let's start over. Hi, I'm Draco but if you have any other options by which to call me, I'm open to ideas."
Hermione none to convinced of the sudden change answers, "What kind of cheap drugs are you on, because you should really lay off them."
"What the fucks your deal, I was being sincere".
"Sincere my ass"
"I was trying to make things right between us".
"You've never done a single thing in your life unless you benefited so whatever in hell you what from me you can give up, because you're never going to get it".
Draco pauses searching for an example otherwise, coming up without one he retorts. "You're absolutely correct. I would have gained a friendship, company, and a source to ease my boredom, but hey it's your loss. I offered."
"Wait a second are you calling a truce"?
"Well I suppose, yes".
"Fine, fine, I can use some socializing too. Hello, I'm Hermione."
Using all of his perfected charm "The pleasures all mine", he gently kisses her warm soft hand. Hermione feeling slightly uncomfortable with the sensation of his soft cool lips on her skin pulls her hand away. "So what are you brewing?"
"Skele-grow" He simply states. 'If all I have to do is kiss her hand and make her shiver imagine what other reaction I could get from her .' The rest of the day was rather boring for him as time past with talk of potions and ingredients.
~~~Promptly at 9 O'clock everyone's favorite potion professor entered the room expecting to see it in chaos and including to injured students, he was surprised to say the least that Malfoy and Granger were in fact conversing casually about vampire blood and its uses. 'The old man actually may have been right after all'. "I can see your task has been completed. Now leave my sight, Headmaster Dumbledore is awaiting you out side."
~~~ The elder informs the two that they will be able to write to friends in school after the weekend closed and he was proud of the accomplishments. Also he noted how their punishment was far from over. Draco barely notices the letter which the headmaster slips into Hermione's hands for he was not intended to know. Later in the common room she sits in a chair by the fire and opens the parchment carefully for if Dumbledore found it urgent to allow her to read it, it must be important. Reading the letter a snake seems to creep up her spine causing her to shiver. As emotions begin to pile she runs into her room, oblivious of Draco's stares from across the room slams the door shut. Grabbing her silver blade she glances at her reflection. 'How can he still be so cruel he's my flesh and blood? Why does shit always happen to me. The world hates me and if there was a god he'd hate me too, everyone does. The only 'friends' I had only used me for my grades. I bet they don't even care that I'm locked in a bloody hell house with the prick that's degraded me for years. I'm worthless Malfoys right. Maybe I should kill myself, no big loss just one less mudblood for Voldemort to kill. No, I won't though I'm not that weak. I'm stronger then most people know. Hell, no one knows me in the first place.' Running the blade across the soft skin of her arm red liquid oozes from the cut, along with the blood the pain ebbs from deep within her soul. The emptiness provides the comfort she needs and then realizing the amount of blood on the floor and on her robe, take the fabric off and recites a cleaning spell. Carefully exiting her room with the robe folded over her arm, heads for the bath. Unfortunately for her, Draco was also headed in that direction. With a sudden worry at how pale Hermione was question her, "Are you feeling alright"?
"Yes, I'm Fine" she curtly answers.
"You sure" Draco tries once more.
"Yes, I'm bloody damn well sure how I do or do not feel."!
"Merlin forbid I care! Next time I'll save myself the trouble and from getting bitched at and let you die."
"Fuck off" She slams the door behind her.
~~~' Damn bitch! I was being a gentleman and gave a damn about how she felt and I get shit in return.' Grabbing a book he walks into his room, reading the page for the 5th time he finally gives up and grabs a cigarette. Inhaling the smoke, Hermione's works echo through his brain. "You really need to lay off them". 'Yea, I hell I will, Voledemort will declare his love for mudbloods first.' Exhaling he lets his worries fly out with the smoke. After an hour or so he treads into the bath and glancing in the corner of wall a Gryffindor robe which seemed to have developed a reddish- brown hew, but he ceases to note anything wrong with the object. Paying no more attention to it he walks into the common room. Hermione once again enters his mind and not ignoring the thoughts again he decides to enter her room. Saying the password he heard she recite many times before opens the door. Stepping inside he looks around, it was very similar to his room, with the exception of the picture of the golden trio. Seeing a parchment on her night stand he approaches it silently. Picking it up he couldn't not gaze at the beauty asleep in the bed to his right. 'Merlin she really is pretty damn hott when she's not bitching at me.' Cautiously he begins to read.
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AN~ Well that's It for now. (he, he) I left u in suspense didn't I ??? Please review !!! and you will get the next chapter sooner.