Turn the Clock Around
D/Hr future fic.
Eh. Screw this. I don't own them. I only own the plot and my witty comments. Like this one.. Err. This sucks. The story will also be @ this address: once it's finalized. Sorry for the fact that I can't get FF.Net to cooperate w/enhancements (bloody italics
and such)-- Sarah
Chapter Two... Confrontations and Honest Opinions.
Hermione groaned, rolling over countless times during the night before. She had hardly slept at all. Now that she thought of it, she didn't think she had slept at all. She wanted her diary back. She looked at her clock. It was about four in the morning. Of course, she thought, Malfoy had to be asleep. Right?
Hermione grabbed a bed robe and cautiously planted one foot after the other, making sure not to make a sound while coming down her stair well. Bloody hell, she thought, Why do our rooms have to be so far away? All I want is to get my diary! Hermione found herself infront of Malfoy's portrait. When she remembered. She didn't know his password. "Damn." She murmured. "What are you doing up, mudblood?" She heard a murmur coming from the plush couch. There Hermione found a half hidden Malfoy, half awake. He looked horrible. She had never seen him look so... unpresentable. She withheld a fit of laughter and concealed her amusement. But Hermione was horrible about hiding something, she burst into laughter. "What is so funny, Granger?" He groaned. Draco rolled his eyes and sat up. "I've never seen you look so..." "Delicious?" Hermione choked on laughter once more. "You really are an egotistical jerk, you know that, Malfoy." "Ahh, a step down on the ego, eh? You called me an egomaniac just three nights ago. Growing a bit more fond of me now that I have your diary?" She grunted. "Whatever. You look horrible, you know that, right?" He rolled his eyes once more. Where did she think she had the right to insult him? A mudblood insulting a Malfoy? I think not! "I'm not in the mood Granger." He paused and looked at her. "What were you doing infront of my portrait hole anyway?" Hermione ran out of quips, fast. "Sleepwalking." Hermione stammered. "Oh, so you wanted to crawl in bed with me, mudblood, eh?" He grinned. "No. For your information, I was going to go in there and take back my diary. Why won't you just hand it over? There's nothing that is of your concern in there anyway. As you said before, just the rantings and ravings of a teenage-" "Don't you dare call yourself a witch, mudblood." He sneered. The word didn't sting all that much anymore. She had grown thickskin to it. She almost laughed at his attempt to toture her. "Malfoy, give it up. Just give me back my diary." Draco drew a smirk. "No. I think I'll have my fun while I can." He rolled back over and dozed off. Hermione stood in shock, how did he have the nerve to... She smirked to herself. Revenge would be, oh, so sweet.
Hermione woke up the next morning and got ready quickly. She ran out of the dormitory, still halfway asleep. As she was leaving, she saw Malfoy still sleeping on the plush green couch. She was tempted to wake him up and tell him to get ready, fast. She had already slept late. But no, she left him on the couch to dream, whatever it was he was dreaming of. If anything.
Hermione's robes swept into the Potion's class room that night, right before Snape came stalking in. She had gotten into a huge fight with Malfoy in the entrance hall that evening, which had delayed her from coming to her detention sooner. She knew this would mean torture. Snape probably knew why Malfoy had been late for his classes that day, and would make sure to let her know what her duties were as a prefect. Including making sure that the other prefects were on time and acting mature. Which was obviously not what they had been doing the whole year. Everytime they crossed each other they snapped.
After three hours of grueling work, Hermione had finally finished. Surprisingly, Snape was almost pleased. A sort of a twisted smile came about his face, he nodded toward her. She stiffened. "You may go, I will inspect your work. If I find that one, and I do mean just one speck of dirt, dried potion or a crack in a vial, you will have detention again." Hermione's teeth clenched. Her fists curled a bit at this, she turned away from him. "Yes sir." She replied and walked away stiffly. All Slytherins had a way of doing this to people. Making them mad beyond anger. Furious beyond... She could have honestly killed one of them if they gave her the chance, without magic or with. They sent her blood flaming and curling through her veins. Even if it was just one simple word that they would speak to her. She could toss all caution to the side and kill them. Woah, Hermione thought to herself, I really need to calm down. She let out a low chuckle. "What's so funny Granger? Your detention with Snape fun, eh?" Hermione's body tensed up once more. No, Hermione. She thought. He is not going to make me angry this time. Another side of her was saying, But no one's here to see me if I do anything... "Are you going to answer me, Granger?" Malfoy demanded, stepping out of the shadows in the hallway. "What are you doing out here, Malfoy? "I - unlike some other prefects - tend to do my duties. Which you have been neglectful of. Maybe you would care to take over for me?" Hermione rolled her eyes. "Anything for you Malfoy." She replied in a falsetto tone, clasping her hands together. He chuckled.
It was past two by the time Hermione had trudged back into the head's common room. Once again, Malfoy was sleeping in the common room. She cleared her throat loudly. He didn't budge. She threw her badge at him. It glinted from the light of the moon which was shining in through the windows. "Shove off Granger." She rolled her eyes. "Oh how your words pierce my heart, I.. I think I'm going to cry." She said in a tone that dripped with sarcasm. "You're no fun." He groaned and sat up. "What the hell are you doing down here anyway, Malfoy?" She asked. "Forget your password?" "No." He replied callously. Hermione tapped her foot on the floor repeatedly. "Go to bed Granger. We have classes tomorrow." "Really, Malfoy?" She replied once again. "What in bloody hell is your problem, mudblood?" He exclaimed, his grey eyes filled with anger. He murmured something intelligible. "Sod off Malfoy." She replied. "I have no problems." "Oh really?" Draco snorted with laughter. "No problems, eh? What's the little diary of yours filled with? I figured that I'd be able to find some sort of way of harassment from it. Hardly what you would call deep stuff, but you have your problems. But nothing compared to the real world, Granger." He spat. "Oh really, Malfoy?" Hermione growled. "You have no clue what's going on in my life. Actually, I haven't written in that diary since fifth year." She forced a small laugh. "So obviously nothing that's going on right now is in there." She laughed once more. But she knew that her problems still reigned her life. It was less than a year ago. It still pained her. Her friends still hurt her the ways they did before. Ron still... "Granger, if I were you, I wouldn't go prancing around pretending you're so perfect all the damn time! After reading that, you obviously have quite a few weaknesses. One for example, that prat Weasley. Even for your best friend he was a real-" "Don't you dare talk about Ron like that!" She screamed at him, angrily. All of the paintings on the walls were awake by now, and arguing over how they should settle this, or leaving so they could find a quiet place to sleep. She honestly didn't know why they were arguing over Ron was or was not a prat. Honestly, she knew what he was. He had changed so much.. or had he? They had always gotten into arguments, but they always reconciled within a week. And this had been almost a year ago... "Oh you know you don't care much for that prat anymore, Granger." He chortled. "After what he did to you." Hermione filled with rage. "Malfoy. I don't have time for this." "Then why are you still here? If you're waiting on my opinion on what Ron should have done instead of-" Hermione groaned loudly. "Oh, honestly! Do you think you have to know everything about someone? Do you have to let everyone know what you think? Do you have to push something until it makes someone feel like they're going to die? You have no clue what Ron did to me, Malfoy. So just sod off to your little Parkinson and leave me alone!" She screamed and ran up her stairwell. Malfoy sat on the couch in shock. Wow, he had never figured Granger could be so touchy! Well, she would get hers one day.
Suddenly, something sparked in the back of his mind. If she were friends again with Weasley and Potter, then she probably wouldn't be so uptight... But he didn't necessarily want that? But did he enjoy having such a hostile and tense living situation. Of course not. Bloody hell, how could she live with all of that pent up anger? Or how could he? He was going to get to Granger, and damn anything that would try and stop him.
D/Hr future fic.
Eh. Screw this. I don't own them. I only own the plot and my witty comments. Like this one.. Err. This sucks. The story will also be @ this address: once it's finalized. Sorry for the fact that I can't get FF.Net to cooperate w/enhancements (bloody italics
and such)-- Sarah
Chapter Two... Confrontations and Honest Opinions.
Hermione groaned, rolling over countless times during the night before. She had hardly slept at all. Now that she thought of it, she didn't think she had slept at all. She wanted her diary back. She looked at her clock. It was about four in the morning. Of course, she thought, Malfoy had to be asleep. Right?
Hermione grabbed a bed robe and cautiously planted one foot after the other, making sure not to make a sound while coming down her stair well. Bloody hell, she thought, Why do our rooms have to be so far away? All I want is to get my diary! Hermione found herself infront of Malfoy's portrait. When she remembered. She didn't know his password. "Damn." She murmured. "What are you doing up, mudblood?" She heard a murmur coming from the plush couch. There Hermione found a half hidden Malfoy, half awake. He looked horrible. She had never seen him look so... unpresentable. She withheld a fit of laughter and concealed her amusement. But Hermione was horrible about hiding something, she burst into laughter. "What is so funny, Granger?" He groaned. Draco rolled his eyes and sat up. "I've never seen you look so..." "Delicious?" Hermione choked on laughter once more. "You really are an egotistical jerk, you know that, Malfoy." "Ahh, a step down on the ego, eh? You called me an egomaniac just three nights ago. Growing a bit more fond of me now that I have your diary?" She grunted. "Whatever. You look horrible, you know that, right?" He rolled his eyes once more. Where did she think she had the right to insult him? A mudblood insulting a Malfoy? I think not! "I'm not in the mood Granger." He paused and looked at her. "What were you doing infront of my portrait hole anyway?" Hermione ran out of quips, fast. "Sleepwalking." Hermione stammered. "Oh, so you wanted to crawl in bed with me, mudblood, eh?" He grinned. "No. For your information, I was going to go in there and take back my diary. Why won't you just hand it over? There's nothing that is of your concern in there anyway. As you said before, just the rantings and ravings of a teenage-" "Don't you dare call yourself a witch, mudblood." He sneered. The word didn't sting all that much anymore. She had grown thickskin to it. She almost laughed at his attempt to toture her. "Malfoy, give it up. Just give me back my diary." Draco drew a smirk. "No. I think I'll have my fun while I can." He rolled back over and dozed off. Hermione stood in shock, how did he have the nerve to... She smirked to herself. Revenge would be, oh, so sweet.
Hermione woke up the next morning and got ready quickly. She ran out of the dormitory, still halfway asleep. As she was leaving, she saw Malfoy still sleeping on the plush green couch. She was tempted to wake him up and tell him to get ready, fast. She had already slept late. But no, she left him on the couch to dream, whatever it was he was dreaming of. If anything.
Hermione's robes swept into the Potion's class room that night, right before Snape came stalking in. She had gotten into a huge fight with Malfoy in the entrance hall that evening, which had delayed her from coming to her detention sooner. She knew this would mean torture. Snape probably knew why Malfoy had been late for his classes that day, and would make sure to let her know what her duties were as a prefect. Including making sure that the other prefects were on time and acting mature. Which was obviously not what they had been doing the whole year. Everytime they crossed each other they snapped.
After three hours of grueling work, Hermione had finally finished. Surprisingly, Snape was almost pleased. A sort of a twisted smile came about his face, he nodded toward her. She stiffened. "You may go, I will inspect your work. If I find that one, and I do mean just one speck of dirt, dried potion or a crack in a vial, you will have detention again." Hermione's teeth clenched. Her fists curled a bit at this, she turned away from him. "Yes sir." She replied and walked away stiffly. All Slytherins had a way of doing this to people. Making them mad beyond anger. Furious beyond... She could have honestly killed one of them if they gave her the chance, without magic or with. They sent her blood flaming and curling through her veins. Even if it was just one simple word that they would speak to her. She could toss all caution to the side and kill them. Woah, Hermione thought to herself, I really need to calm down. She let out a low chuckle. "What's so funny Granger? Your detention with Snape fun, eh?" Hermione's body tensed up once more. No, Hermione. She thought. He is not going to make me angry this time. Another side of her was saying, But no one's here to see me if I do anything... "Are you going to answer me, Granger?" Malfoy demanded, stepping out of the shadows in the hallway. "What are you doing out here, Malfoy? "I - unlike some other prefects - tend to do my duties. Which you have been neglectful of. Maybe you would care to take over for me?" Hermione rolled her eyes. "Anything for you Malfoy." She replied in a falsetto tone, clasping her hands together. He chuckled.
It was past two by the time Hermione had trudged back into the head's common room. Once again, Malfoy was sleeping in the common room. She cleared her throat loudly. He didn't budge. She threw her badge at him. It glinted from the light of the moon which was shining in through the windows. "Shove off Granger." She rolled her eyes. "Oh how your words pierce my heart, I.. I think I'm going to cry." She said in a tone that dripped with sarcasm. "You're no fun." He groaned and sat up. "What the hell are you doing down here anyway, Malfoy?" She asked. "Forget your password?" "No." He replied callously. Hermione tapped her foot on the floor repeatedly. "Go to bed Granger. We have classes tomorrow." "Really, Malfoy?" She replied once again. "What in bloody hell is your problem, mudblood?" He exclaimed, his grey eyes filled with anger. He murmured something intelligible. "Sod off Malfoy." She replied. "I have no problems." "Oh really?" Draco snorted with laughter. "No problems, eh? What's the little diary of yours filled with? I figured that I'd be able to find some sort of way of harassment from it. Hardly what you would call deep stuff, but you have your problems. But nothing compared to the real world, Granger." He spat. "Oh really, Malfoy?" Hermione growled. "You have no clue what's going on in my life. Actually, I haven't written in that diary since fifth year." She forced a small laugh. "So obviously nothing that's going on right now is in there." She laughed once more. But she knew that her problems still reigned her life. It was less than a year ago. It still pained her. Her friends still hurt her the ways they did before. Ron still... "Granger, if I were you, I wouldn't go prancing around pretending you're so perfect all the damn time! After reading that, you obviously have quite a few weaknesses. One for example, that prat Weasley. Even for your best friend he was a real-" "Don't you dare talk about Ron like that!" She screamed at him, angrily. All of the paintings on the walls were awake by now, and arguing over how they should settle this, or leaving so they could find a quiet place to sleep. She honestly didn't know why they were arguing over Ron was or was not a prat. Honestly, she knew what he was. He had changed so much.. or had he? They had always gotten into arguments, but they always reconciled within a week. And this had been almost a year ago... "Oh you know you don't care much for that prat anymore, Granger." He chortled. "After what he did to you." Hermione filled with rage. "Malfoy. I don't have time for this." "Then why are you still here? If you're waiting on my opinion on what Ron should have done instead of-" Hermione groaned loudly. "Oh, honestly! Do you think you have to know everything about someone? Do you have to let everyone know what you think? Do you have to push something until it makes someone feel like they're going to die? You have no clue what Ron did to me, Malfoy. So just sod off to your little Parkinson and leave me alone!" She screamed and ran up her stairwell. Malfoy sat on the couch in shock. Wow, he had never figured Granger could be so touchy! Well, she would get hers one day.
Suddenly, something sparked in the back of his mind. If she were friends again with Weasley and Potter, then she probably wouldn't be so uptight... But he didn't necessarily want that? But did he enjoy having such a hostile and tense living situation. Of course not. Bloody hell, how could she live with all of that pent up anger? Or how could he? He was going to get to Granger, and damn anything that would try and stop him.