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 Three... Spreading of Rumours & Friendships Stay Shattered
With a facade of contemptment, Hermione strolled down the hallway to her first class, Advanced Herbology. Not her first choice of classes she enjoyed, but it was pretty much up there. With all of her classes, Hermione didn't know where one started and the other began. It was like a never ending cycle. Honestly? She couldn't give anyone a straight answer of what she wanted to be. She knew that Ron and Harry only signed up for Advanced Potions for their work as Aurors. Which was, of course, the careers that they had chosen, Ron had chosen it second best to professional quidditch with the Chuddley Cannons. That was his only hope in succeeding. She had once thought that Harry's grades were lousy. Now that she knew Ron, he had no chance. She smirked at the thought and took a seat.
Neville's hands shook nervously as he saw Hermione rounding the corner with a smile. A twisted sort of smile that he knew she only wore when she was seeking revenge. He only knew of two people that she despised enough to even think of hurting. Malfoy and Weasley. Neville hadn't been on speaking terms with Ron since Hermione's break up with him. After Ron had hurt her so badly, he decided to side with Hermione. They were the better friends, after all.
"Morning, Neville." Hermione sat down next to him. "What's the matter? Don't be nervous. You know this is your best class." She lightly rubbed his back with her hand. Contemplating what was wrong with him. Maybe something to do with his parents? "You might want to talk to Ron today." Hermione arched a brow and shifted in surprise. "Why? What'd he do? What'd he say? What does he want?" She asked, her mind racing. "It's not what he said. Technically-" He stopped and looked around the room. There was scarcely anyone who came to class as early as they did. "It was what you said, only through.." He choked on the name. "Malfoy. I overheard Malfoy saying something about telling Ron about.. I don't know what it was he said. I know it involved you, 'Mione." He sputtered. Hermione's eyes narrowed. She suddenly stood up as soon as Malfoy came prancing in the room. "You think you're clever, don't you, Malfoy?" "Good morning to you too, Granger." He rolled his eyes. He knew he was getting under her skin. He could feel the tension growing. As much as he hated to admit it, he loved to argue with her. "What did you tell Ron?" Hermione's blood rushed through her veins, causing her face to redden. "Nothing." He replied shortly. "Heartless prat." She murmured. He arched an eyebrow. "You don't know anything about me, mudblood." He returned, sharply. He sounded offended. She was taken aback. She knew it took a lot to get under his skin. She gave him a fake smile. "That's what you think. You're a lot easier to read than you think." He gave her a confused look and Hermione walked back over to Neville. "He didn't say anything to Ron..." She smirked. "Are you sure?" Neville asked. "I think he was being serious, Hermione." "Don't worry Neville. I'll work it out. Besides, Malfoy and I should atleast be getting along in a civil manner. Considering we've been working side by side as prefects for two years now? I think I shall have a talk with him today." Hermione smirked once more and Sprout entered the classroom.
"'Aye, 'Mione." A voice shouted from the edge of the Entrance Hall. Hermione slowed her pace a bit. She turned around to face Seamus. He heaved a heavy breath. "You walk too fast." She forced a laugh. "What's the matter Seamus?" She questioned. "I 'eard Ron saying something about you today, I thought you might want to 'ear it from me first." Hermione's teeth ground together. If it wasn't Malfoy... it was always somebody else. "Right, let's hear it then." Seamus studied her face first. She was furious. He hadn't even told her what Ron had said yet. She was going to murder the boy before the end of their sixth year, he knew it. He and Harry both joked about it constantly. But Harry was worrying more for Ron than Hermione. He had taken Ron's side through this whole ordeal. God knows why. He took another deep breath. "'Ere goes nothin'... Ron was talking about how 'ou though' you were holier than thou, you know? And he said that 'ou would come crawlin' back to 'im any time he snapped his fingers. He was also saying some pretty nasty stuff about you and goin' on about how 'ou liked Malfoy." He cringed. "He said you'd turned into a Slytherin or somethin' of that sort. That 'ou 'ad changed for the worst." Hermione's heart fell. She knew it would be bad. But Ron had referred to her as a Slytherin? Those words stung more than anything Malfoy had ever said to her. Using House names as curse words was about the worst thing you could do to a person. And all of this was coming from the one man she had thought she had fallen for. She had loved since first year. It hurt like hell. "Thanks Seamus. For a moment, I thought it would be something bad or even true." Seamus gave her an incredolous look. She had changed.
Hermione slowly made her way back to her common room and plopped herself onto the couch and waited for Malfoy's return. Which happened to be less than ten minutes later. "Welcome back." She smirked. Oh gods. What does she want now? Draco thought to himself, with loads of self-pity. He didn't need to taunt her now. Not after such a long day. Even though he enjoyed getting into rows with her, he knew that too much of a good thing was never good. "I was thinking and, I know you want to be a Head next year.. right?" He nodded his head slowly, lowering his bag to the ground, and kicked it toward his portrait door so he could pick it up later. "And, of course, I want to be Head Girl. So.. I was thinking. We will never get to be the Heads if we aren't civil to eachother. And no, I don't mean regarding each other on a first name basis or even liking each other. I mean, just enough that you won't go around spreading rumours about me or so that I won't go off and hex you when I get angry. Just civil things." Draco eyed her suspiciously. "Why?" He questioned. "Because we both want to be Heads, and besides, don't you get a bit tired of biting each other's heads off every waking hour of the day? Day in and out." Draco had to admit she had a point there. A good one. "I guess. But it will prove to be difficult, mark my words mu-" "And no calling me mudblood." "Then no calling me Ferret Face, Ferret boy.. Ferret ANYTHING!" He shouted. She had known she struck a nerve everytime she called him that. "Fine." She nodded. "And, oh, by the way-" "No, I'm not giving you back your diary quite yet." "Fine with me." Hermione smirked. "Because I was just wondering if you wanted to borrow my new one. Just for updates." He gave her a questioning look. He knew she had to be kidding. Hermione laughed. "You honestly should see your face, Malfoy." He laughed a little too. "Heh. Oh, I get it... you were joking.." "My gods, Malfoy, do you not even have a sense of humour at all? Was your house really that stuffy?" She questions. His eyes were shooting daggers. "No offense meant, of course. Honestly, did you ever joke around with your parents or anything of the sort?" He shrugged. "I got my laughs different ways when I was younger. None of which would interest you. And if you don't mind, I think you are sitting on my blanket, which I will be taking with me." Hermione almost laughed at the last part of his statements, but the way he had said them, morbid almost. Deciding against it, she stood up and handed him his blanket. She contemplated the first half of what he had said. What could a Malfoy do for a laugh? Torture someone? Kill someone? She could have sworn she heard a murmur of 'thank you' through her musings, but wasn't quite sure if it was just her imagination.
The next morning, Hermione found herself asleep in her bedroom, she rolled over and groaned. She had hit her head against something hard. She peeled her eyes opened. It was a book. Hermione blinked once or twice to clear her vision. Her diary. She smiled. Maybe Malfoy wasn't half bad after all.
She opened her diary and a piece of parchment fell out. 'I decided that your diary was, in fact, not worth wasting my precious time pouring myself over and reading. Even though, I did find it quite interesting. You may or may not believe this, but contrary to popular belief... Draco Malfoy does have a heart.' Hermione's smile faded a bit. Why had he given it back? Of course the note had said that he had a heart, but sometimes, words weren't good enough for Hermione. She normally trusted the written word in a book with her heart and soul, but this was definitley a different sort of written word. She didn't trust that Malfoy further than she could throw him, and at the moment, she knew it wasn't going to be that far.
Hermione sat on her bed and contemplated this note, until she heard a yell from downstairs. "GRANGER! GET UP! YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE!" Hermione ticked off a smile on her lips and rushed to get ready. Today was going to be someday.
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 Three... Spreading of Rumours & Friendships Stay Shattered
With a facade of contemptment, Hermione strolled down the hallway to her first class, Advanced Herbology. Not her first choice of classes she enjoyed, but it was pretty much up there. With all of her classes, Hermione didn't know where one started and the other began. It was like a never ending cycle. Honestly? She couldn't give anyone a straight answer of what she wanted to be. She knew that Ron and Harry only signed up for Advanced Potions for their work as Aurors. Which was, of course, the careers that they had chosen, Ron had chosen it second best to professional quidditch with the Chuddley Cannons. That was his only hope in succeeding. She had once thought that Harry's grades were lousy. Now that she knew Ron, he had no chance. She smirked at the thought and took a seat.
Neville's hands shook nervously as he saw Hermione rounding the corner with a smile. A twisted sort of smile that he knew she only wore when she was seeking revenge. He only knew of two people that she despised enough to even think of hurting. Malfoy and Weasley. Neville hadn't been on speaking terms with Ron since Hermione's break up with him. After Ron had hurt her so badly, he decided to side with Hermione. They were the better friends, after all.
"Morning, Neville." Hermione sat down next to him. "What's the matter? Don't be nervous. You know this is your best class." She lightly rubbed his back with her hand. Contemplating what was wrong with him. Maybe something to do with his parents? "You might want to talk to Ron today." Hermione arched a brow and shifted in surprise. "Why? What'd he do? What'd he say? What does he want?" She asked, her mind racing. "It's not what he said. Technically-" He stopped and looked around the room. There was scarcely anyone who came to class as early as they did. "It was what you said, only through.." He choked on the name. "Malfoy. I overheard Malfoy saying something about telling Ron about.. I don't know what it was he said. I know it involved you, 'Mione." He sputtered. Hermione's eyes narrowed. She suddenly stood up as soon as Malfoy came prancing in the room. "You think you're clever, don't you, Malfoy?" "Good morning to you too, Granger." He rolled his eyes. He knew he was getting under her skin. He could feel the tension growing. As much as he hated to admit it, he loved to argue with her. "What did you tell Ron?" Hermione's blood rushed through her veins, causing her face to redden. "Nothing." He replied shortly. "Heartless prat." She murmured. He arched an eyebrow. "You don't know anything about me, mudblood." He returned, sharply. He sounded offended. She was taken aback. She knew it took a lot to get under his skin. She gave him a fake smile. "That's what you think. You're a lot easier to read than you think." He gave her a confused look and Hermione walked back over to Neville. "He didn't say anything to Ron..." She smirked. "Are you sure?" Neville asked. "I think he was being serious, Hermione." "Don't worry Neville. I'll work it out. Besides, Malfoy and I should atleast be getting along in a civil manner. Considering we've been working side by side as prefects for two years now? I think I shall have a talk with him today." Hermione smirked once more and Sprout entered the classroom.
"'Aye, 'Mione." A voice shouted from the edge of the Entrance Hall. Hermione slowed her pace a bit. She turned around to face Seamus. He heaved a heavy breath. "You walk too fast." She forced a laugh. "What's the matter Seamus?" She questioned. "I 'eard Ron saying something about you today, I thought you might want to 'ear it from me first." Hermione's teeth ground together. If it wasn't Malfoy... it was always somebody else. "Right, let's hear it then." Seamus studied her face first. She was furious. He hadn't even told her what Ron had said yet. She was going to murder the boy before the end of their sixth year, he knew it. He and Harry both joked about it constantly. But Harry was worrying more for Ron than Hermione. He had taken Ron's side through this whole ordeal. God knows why. He took another deep breath. "'Ere goes nothin'... Ron was talking about how 'ou though' you were holier than thou, you know? And he said that 'ou would come crawlin' back to 'im any time he snapped his fingers. He was also saying some pretty nasty stuff about you and goin' on about how 'ou liked Malfoy." He cringed. "He said you'd turned into a Slytherin or somethin' of that sort. That 'ou 'ad changed for the worst." Hermione's heart fell. She knew it would be bad. But Ron had referred to her as a Slytherin? Those words stung more than anything Malfoy had ever said to her. Using House names as curse words was about the worst thing you could do to a person. And all of this was coming from the one man she had thought she had fallen for. She had loved since first year. It hurt like hell. "Thanks Seamus. For a moment, I thought it would be something bad or even true." Seamus gave her an incredolous look. She had changed.
Hermione slowly made her way back to her common room and plopped herself onto the couch and waited for Malfoy's return. Which happened to be less than ten minutes later. "Welcome back." She smirked. Oh gods. What does she want now? Draco thought to himself, with loads of self-pity. He didn't need to taunt her now. Not after such a long day. Even though he enjoyed getting into rows with her, he knew that too much of a good thing was never good. "I was thinking and, I know you want to be a Head next year.. right?" He nodded his head slowly, lowering his bag to the ground, and kicked it toward his portrait door so he could pick it up later. "And, of course, I want to be Head Girl. So.. I was thinking. We will never get to be the Heads if we aren't civil to eachother. And no, I don't mean regarding each other on a first name basis or even liking each other. I mean, just enough that you won't go around spreading rumours about me or so that I won't go off and hex you when I get angry. Just civil things." Draco eyed her suspiciously. "Why?" He questioned. "Because we both want to be Heads, and besides, don't you get a bit tired of biting each other's heads off every waking hour of the day? Day in and out." Draco had to admit she had a point there. A good one. "I guess. But it will prove to be difficult, mark my words mu-" "And no calling me mudblood." "Then no calling me Ferret Face, Ferret boy.. Ferret ANYTHING!" He shouted. She had known she struck a nerve everytime she called him that. "Fine." She nodded. "And, oh, by the way-" "No, I'm not giving you back your diary quite yet." "Fine with me." Hermione smirked. "Because I was just wondering if you wanted to borrow my new one. Just for updates." He gave her a questioning look. He knew she had to be kidding. Hermione laughed. "You honestly should see your face, Malfoy." He laughed a little too. "Heh. Oh, I get it... you were joking.." "My gods, Malfoy, do you not even have a sense of humour at all? Was your house really that stuffy?" She questions. His eyes were shooting daggers. "No offense meant, of course. Honestly, did you ever joke around with your parents or anything of the sort?" He shrugged. "I got my laughs different ways when I was younger. None of which would interest you. And if you don't mind, I think you are sitting on my blanket, which I will be taking with me." Hermione almost laughed at the last part of his statements, but the way he had said them, morbid almost. Deciding against it, she stood up and handed him his blanket. She contemplated the first half of what he had said. What could a Malfoy do for a laugh? Torture someone? Kill someone? She could have sworn she heard a murmur of 'thank you' through her musings, but wasn't quite sure if it was just her imagination.
The next morning, Hermione found herself asleep in her bedroom, she rolled over and groaned. She had hit her head against something hard. She peeled her eyes opened. It was a book. Hermione blinked once or twice to clear her vision. Her diary. She smiled. Maybe Malfoy wasn't half bad after all.
She opened her diary and a piece of parchment fell out. 'I decided that your diary was, in fact, not worth wasting my precious time pouring myself over and reading. Even though, I did find it quite interesting. You may or may not believe this, but contrary to popular belief... Draco Malfoy does have a heart.' Hermione's smile faded a bit. Why had he given it back? Of course the note had said that he had a heart, but sometimes, words weren't good enough for Hermione. She normally trusted the written word in a book with her heart and soul, but this was definitley a different sort of written word. She didn't trust that Malfoy further than she could throw him, and at the moment, she knew it wasn't going to be that far.
Hermione sat on her bed and contemplated this note, until she heard a yell from downstairs. "GRANGER! GET UP! YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE!" Hermione ticked off a smile on her lips and rushed to get ready. Today was going to be someday.