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 Four... Confusing, Depressing & Quirky Revelations
That weekend, the Prefects' party had arrived. It was casual, so Hermione wore her best robes and made a point to fix her hair. She knew she didn't have anyone to impress, but it was fun to dress up once in a while for any girl, even a Granger.
Hermione's hair was pulled into a sleek pony-tail. Of course, she was going without make-up. She didn't believe in it. It was just a cover up for those who were too shallow to accept who naturally were. Clad in her plaid skirt and white button-up shirt underneath, only her red mary-janes were peeking out from underneath her robes black robes. She didn't look quite dazzling, but this was her idea of dressing up. When it took longer than five minutes to get ready for something, that was a special occasion for Hermione.
Although she knew that she would only be seeing five other people there, she felt butterflies of nervousness flittering in her stomach. Her shoes clunked a little as they hit the hardwood floor, she had been sitting on her bed, waiting for the time for the party to begin. She was going to be prompt, although she trusted Malfoy, Hannah and Cho would be "fashionably late", as they were for just about anything.
Hermione walked into the Prefect's Hall at the exact time they had requested. She looked around and, as she had guessed, only Terry and Alexander were there. Hermione, feeling a bit awkward seeing the other guys not wearing their robes, in the casual, muggle-like dress, shrugged off her robe and the guys smirked. She rolled her eyes and walked up to them. "Never guessed Hermione would strip for us, would ya Alex?" Terry nudged the older boy with a grin. Hermione playfully smacked his arm. "Ow, 'Mione, that hurt!" He gripped his arm in mock pain. "That was something, 'Mione. A bit stiff though." She groaned. "Oh sod off, you two." They laughed and turned around as Cho and Hannah arrived, about ten minutes late.
It was twenty minutes later when Malfoy strolled in the hall, with his arrogant stride and egotistical smirk. Hermione's body tensed when she saw him. Honestly, she had never seen him in anything other than Slytherin robes. He didn't look half bad in muggle clothing. She could have cursed herself for these thoughts, had they not been interrupted by his greeting to everyone. "G'Evening. I guess." And that was it. He took to the table that was laid out with food.
Cho walked up to Hermione and smiled. "Hey Hermione. May I ask you something." Hermione nodded in response. "Alone?" Cho added as she saw Hannah leaning in to hear what Cho had to say. Hermione agreed, wearily. Oh, I hope she's not going to ramble about Harry again, she thought with self- pity. She hated it when Cho did that to her. "What's up?" Hermione asked as Cho drug her all the way across the Prefects Hall, and still was fidgeting to make sure no one could hear them. "No one's got any extendable ears, Cho. Just tell me." Hermione teased as Cho gave her a reluctant smile. "Alex." Cho said in one short sigh. "...Alex...?" Hermione tried to get Cho to explain further or atleast, well, say something. "Alex... asked me to..." "He asked you to what?" Hermione asked, concerned. "Marry him!" Hermione's mouth could have possibly drug the floor had it not been Hannah's interruption of the two. "Oh, Cho! That's wonderful!" Cho glared at Hannah. "Thank you." She groaned and swiftly left the two sixth years behind. What was it that she had wanted to say..? Hermione pondered lightly. She didn't seem all too thrilled to have Hannah Abbot knowing. She soon shrugged it off and went back to enjoying the party.
Atleast, she was. Malfoy pranced up to her and folded his arms across his chest, standing silently, studying her face. "Thanks." She murmured, expecting him to jump on her about how he had done her a favour by returning the diary and not making copies of it for every student at Hogwarts to read. Or had he? She shrugged that aside, also and awaited his reply. Malfoy's hand reached out and brushed away a strand of her hair and placed it behind her ear. He smirked once more and turned away.
Hermione stiffened as his hand had brushed her face. Did he know what he had just done to her? Did she know? Her stomach was fluttering. Why? She came up with a perfectly logical explaination for this all quickly, to explain her feelings, I am so repulsed by Malfoy that he almost started my upchuck reflex. It sounded almost good enough for her.
When Hermione found herself walking back into her common room, it was almost twelve thirty at night. The party had been boring. And long. Hermione threw herself onto her bed and closed her eyes. Slowly drifting off to sleep.
The next morning, Hermione woke up with a shriek. She felt something crawling on her face. She knew Hogwarts had spiders. Hairy spiders for that matter, but... this was no spider. And even if it was, it was some species neither known to muggle or wizard. "What is it, Granger?" She heard Malfoy shout from the common room. How come he was always there when something happened to her? Was it just sheer dumb luck?
She gained her composure and blushed a bit as she went downstairs. It had just been Ginny's owl, which she had found lying on the floor, out cold from where she had hit it so hard. Poor bird. Reading the letter, her mouth dropped. Ron... Lavendar... Hermione had shrieked once more, and started shaking, before Malfoy demanded to hear what had happened. "Sorry, Malfoy. I just... wow." She murmured under her breath. A blush creeped up her neck once more when she realized, she was still clad in her pajamas. Malfoy put on a devilish smirk. Oh gods, help me now. "Granger, what's the matter?" He asked, with his smirk fading. "Oh, I can't tell you." Hermione replied, a bit withdrawaled. "Even though you could probably guess if you completely read my diary." He smirked again. "Honestly, I did. But I can only come up with a few meek ideas. Please, indulge me." He sat down. "If I must." She simply stated. "You must." Malfoy replied with a laugh. Hermione had never heard him laugh before. Not a real laugh for that matter. Just cold, empty chuckles. "Fine." Hermione tried to play it out as if she didn't really want to tell him. But she was eager to talk to him, and she didn't know why. Maybe it was because he wouldn't be able to think any worse of her for anything she said, since he hated her already. Maybe it was because he knew so much about her that not even her best of friends knew. Hermione didn't know. "I just got a letter from Ginny-" "Weasley?" He questioned. Hermione nodded, what other Ginny was there? "And she said that Ron and Lavander are engaged." "But we're only in sixth year." Draco said plainly. "Who in the right mind would do that?" "This is Ron we're talking about." Hermione replied flatly. They both grinned. It was about time Draco had another person to diss Ron with. Granger seemed to be the perfect one. "Anyway, I know why they're doing this-" "Ron just wants to get laid." Malfoy chuckled to himself. "Probably already has." Malfoy's mouth dropped to the floor. Saint Granger was saying this, about two of her best friends? Shocking! Nothing in the diary chalked up the this. It slowly dawned on Hermione. The situation, that is. She was actually acting civil with Malfoy. Malfoy, of all people. The wonders never cease. She found herself praying that this wonder in particular wouldn't end anytime soon. "Granger, these wonders never cease to amaze me. You actually do seem to have a bit of a witty tounge there." "Actually, I do." Hermione smiled. "But you have to catch me on a good day." He smirked. "Obviously." Her mouth dropped and she pushed him playfully. Oh my. Hermione thought to herself. What am I doing? Flirting with Malfoy? She prepared herself for a crack from Malfoy, mudblood or something. But it didn't come.
That night, Hermione found herself falling asleep with images of a certain stormy, grey eyed Slytherin and not being the slightest bit guilty for it. A smile was glued to her face until the next morning when she remembered she would have to see Ron and Lavendar at breakfast. Her heart fell to her stomach and she felt her upchuck reflex starting to work on her.
A/N: Ficlet to this chapter is available @ charliegirl.net/clock! go to additional material and you can read it there! =)
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 Four... Confusing, Depressing & Quirky Revelations
That weekend, the Prefects' party had arrived. It was casual, so Hermione wore her best robes and made a point to fix her hair. She knew she didn't have anyone to impress, but it was fun to dress up once in a while for any girl, even a Granger.
Hermione's hair was pulled into a sleek pony-tail. Of course, she was going without make-up. She didn't believe in it. It was just a cover up for those who were too shallow to accept who naturally were. Clad in her plaid skirt and white button-up shirt underneath, only her red mary-janes were peeking out from underneath her robes black robes. She didn't look quite dazzling, but this was her idea of dressing up. When it took longer than five minutes to get ready for something, that was a special occasion for Hermione.
Although she knew that she would only be seeing five other people there, she felt butterflies of nervousness flittering in her stomach. Her shoes clunked a little as they hit the hardwood floor, she had been sitting on her bed, waiting for the time for the party to begin. She was going to be prompt, although she trusted Malfoy, Hannah and Cho would be "fashionably late", as they were for just about anything.
Hermione walked into the Prefect's Hall at the exact time they had requested. She looked around and, as she had guessed, only Terry and Alexander were there. Hermione, feeling a bit awkward seeing the other guys not wearing their robes, in the casual, muggle-like dress, shrugged off her robe and the guys smirked. She rolled her eyes and walked up to them. "Never guessed Hermione would strip for us, would ya Alex?" Terry nudged the older boy with a grin. Hermione playfully smacked his arm. "Ow, 'Mione, that hurt!" He gripped his arm in mock pain. "That was something, 'Mione. A bit stiff though." She groaned. "Oh sod off, you two." They laughed and turned around as Cho and Hannah arrived, about ten minutes late.
It was twenty minutes later when Malfoy strolled in the hall, with his arrogant stride and egotistical smirk. Hermione's body tensed when she saw him. Honestly, she had never seen him in anything other than Slytherin robes. He didn't look half bad in muggle clothing. She could have cursed herself for these thoughts, had they not been interrupted by his greeting to everyone. "G'Evening. I guess." And that was it. He took to the table that was laid out with food.
Cho walked up to Hermione and smiled. "Hey Hermione. May I ask you something." Hermione nodded in response. "Alone?" Cho added as she saw Hannah leaning in to hear what Cho had to say. Hermione agreed, wearily. Oh, I hope she's not going to ramble about Harry again, she thought with self- pity. She hated it when Cho did that to her. "What's up?" Hermione asked as Cho drug her all the way across the Prefects Hall, and still was fidgeting to make sure no one could hear them. "No one's got any extendable ears, Cho. Just tell me." Hermione teased as Cho gave her a reluctant smile. "Alex." Cho said in one short sigh. "...Alex...?" Hermione tried to get Cho to explain further or atleast, well, say something. "Alex... asked me to..." "He asked you to what?" Hermione asked, concerned. "Marry him!" Hermione's mouth could have possibly drug the floor had it not been Hannah's interruption of the two. "Oh, Cho! That's wonderful!" Cho glared at Hannah. "Thank you." She groaned and swiftly left the two sixth years behind. What was it that she had wanted to say..? Hermione pondered lightly. She didn't seem all too thrilled to have Hannah Abbot knowing. She soon shrugged it off and went back to enjoying the party.
Atleast, she was. Malfoy pranced up to her and folded his arms across his chest, standing silently, studying her face. "Thanks." She murmured, expecting him to jump on her about how he had done her a favour by returning the diary and not making copies of it for every student at Hogwarts to read. Or had he? She shrugged that aside, also and awaited his reply. Malfoy's hand reached out and brushed away a strand of her hair and placed it behind her ear. He smirked once more and turned away.
Hermione stiffened as his hand had brushed her face. Did he know what he had just done to her? Did she know? Her stomach was fluttering. Why? She came up with a perfectly logical explaination for this all quickly, to explain her feelings, I am so repulsed by Malfoy that he almost started my upchuck reflex. It sounded almost good enough for her.
When Hermione found herself walking back into her common room, it was almost twelve thirty at night. The party had been boring. And long. Hermione threw herself onto her bed and closed her eyes. Slowly drifting off to sleep.
The next morning, Hermione woke up with a shriek. She felt something crawling on her face. She knew Hogwarts had spiders. Hairy spiders for that matter, but... this was no spider. And even if it was, it was some species neither known to muggle or wizard. "What is it, Granger?" She heard Malfoy shout from the common room. How come he was always there when something happened to her? Was it just sheer dumb luck?
She gained her composure and blushed a bit as she went downstairs. It had just been Ginny's owl, which she had found lying on the floor, out cold from where she had hit it so hard. Poor bird. Reading the letter, her mouth dropped. Ron... Lavendar... Hermione had shrieked once more, and started shaking, before Malfoy demanded to hear what had happened. "Sorry, Malfoy. I just... wow." She murmured under her breath. A blush creeped up her neck once more when she realized, she was still clad in her pajamas. Malfoy put on a devilish smirk. Oh gods, help me now. "Granger, what's the matter?" He asked, with his smirk fading. "Oh, I can't tell you." Hermione replied, a bit withdrawaled. "Even though you could probably guess if you completely read my diary." He smirked again. "Honestly, I did. But I can only come up with a few meek ideas. Please, indulge me." He sat down. "If I must." She simply stated. "You must." Malfoy replied with a laugh. Hermione had never heard him laugh before. Not a real laugh for that matter. Just cold, empty chuckles. "Fine." Hermione tried to play it out as if she didn't really want to tell him. But she was eager to talk to him, and she didn't know why. Maybe it was because he wouldn't be able to think any worse of her for anything she said, since he hated her already. Maybe it was because he knew so much about her that not even her best of friends knew. Hermione didn't know. "I just got a letter from Ginny-" "Weasley?" He questioned. Hermione nodded, what other Ginny was there? "And she said that Ron and Lavander are engaged." "But we're only in sixth year." Draco said plainly. "Who in the right mind would do that?" "This is Ron we're talking about." Hermione replied flatly. They both grinned. It was about time Draco had another person to diss Ron with. Granger seemed to be the perfect one. "Anyway, I know why they're doing this-" "Ron just wants to get laid." Malfoy chuckled to himself. "Probably already has." Malfoy's mouth dropped to the floor. Saint Granger was saying this, about two of her best friends? Shocking! Nothing in the diary chalked up the this. It slowly dawned on Hermione. The situation, that is. She was actually acting civil with Malfoy. Malfoy, of all people. The wonders never cease. She found herself praying that this wonder in particular wouldn't end anytime soon. "Granger, these wonders never cease to amaze me. You actually do seem to have a bit of a witty tounge there." "Actually, I do." Hermione smiled. "But you have to catch me on a good day." He smirked. "Obviously." Her mouth dropped and she pushed him playfully. Oh my. Hermione thought to herself. What am I doing? Flirting with Malfoy? She prepared herself for a crack from Malfoy, mudblood or something. But it didn't come.
That night, Hermione found herself falling asleep with images of a certain stormy, grey eyed Slytherin and not being the slightest bit guilty for it. A smile was glued to her face until the next morning when she remembered she would have to see Ron and Lavendar at breakfast. Her heart fell to her stomach and she felt her upchuck reflex starting to work on her.
A/N: Ficlet to this chapter is available @ charliegirl.net/clock! go to additional material and you can read it there! =)