A/N: Hey all. I'm sooo sorry that it took us soo long to come out with this
chapter. I know, we haven't updated since like June. Well, we made it
especially long for you to try and compensate for our dropping off the face
of the earth. Lol. Well. On with the story.
O yes, lol. I have a suspicion that Ton Felton might very well be gay. Lol.
Yup. His favorite movie is Titanic. *raises eyebrow* and he likes ice
skating. AND he also made a comment that said something about him and
Daniel not hating each other, but actually they love each other. Hehe. I'm
really saying it just to annoy Danielle. Hehe. Righty then. Read. And don't
forget to review. 'Laters.
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That last week before Hogwarts flew by. Hermione, Ron, Harry, and Ginny
(often "accompanied" (as in stalked) by Colin Creevey even after she
politely told him that she wasn't interested in him that way) had wandered
Diagon Alley.
"Come on you guys hurry!!! We're gonna miss the train! Get a move on!"
Hermione called at the others.
"Honestly, Hermy-" Ron began.
"DO NOT CALL ME THAT!!" Hermione exclaimed.
"-Don't get your knickers in a twist. It's only 10:15 now. We've got plenty
of time." Ron continued ignoring Hermione.
"Yea, but I'm a prefect this year. I have to be early."
"Forty-five minutes early?" Harry raised an eyebrow in her direction.
Hermione rolled her eyes at this.
But at the rate you people walk we'll only be 15 minutes early. Especially with Gin and Harry making googly eyes at each other. And being completely unaware that the other is flirting with them.
Hermione giggled at this. "Mind on filling us in on what it is that's so funny?" Ginny asked. "Nothing." burst of laughter. "Nothing.." Peals of laughter. "at all." deep breaths. "I'm okay. I swear." Hermione finally said calmly. "Bloody hell. No more sugar for you Herms." Hermione gave Ron a death glare.
We're here! I can't wait to see everyone. I'm so excited. I'm a prefect.o gods. Malfoy is a prefect too. Ug.
Hermione groaned. "Now what? Have you developed ADD?" Ron questioned. "Haha. No. I've just remembered that Ferret Boy is one of the prefects." Hermione said. "Yea. So?" Ron asked being oblivious as usual. Ginny promptly whacked her older brother over the head. "Bullocks!" "Are you a complete moron?" Ron gave Ginny a blank look. Ginny gave an exasperated sigh and rolled her eyes. "It means, dork-brain, that she has to sit the whole train ride to Hogwarts with him. You have my utmost pity Hermione." Ginny said with a laugh. "Gee. Thanks." The four walked through the barrier to platform 9 ¾. The scarlet Hogwarts Express sat there waiting for them just as it had every year for the past five years. And sure enough, it was it was 10:40 when the group arrived at the platform. "I told you we'd get here late." Hermione stated. Everyone simply rolled their eyes at her. "Look! There's Seamus, Neville, Dean, and the rest of the guys. Meet you girls back here in 15 to get our compartment?" Harry said to Ginny and Hermione before he and Ron went off to join the other boys. Hermione and Ginny began looking for their own friends and dorm mates. Hermione got the eerie feeling of being watched, observed. "Hey, Gin. I'm gonna get my things on board, sit in the prefect's cabin, and read some. I'll pop in sometime with you guys. 'Kay?" "Sure thing Mione." Ginny replied, "You alright?" she asked concerned about her friend. "Yea. I'm fine. See ya later." Hermione was eager to get away from those eyes she knew were watching her. She made her way to the front of the train to the prefect's cabin. When she stepped in, she was amazed. Before her eyes was what appeared to be a small, compact, but cozy looking room. The Hogwarts crest was in the center of the floor of the tiny room. The colors of all four houses had been artistically blended and scattered together. Hermione quickly found a place for her things and plopped down in a squishy chair that was red and gold and curled up with her book, 101 things You never knew and never wanted to know about Uric the Oddball(A/N borrowed this from one of the Draco Hermione stories I read. I forget the name though, but all the credit to you if it's yours). It was a book that she had found at Flourish and Blotts when she got her school books.
School hasn't really begun yet and already I love being a prefect and I love the privileges that come with it. Yes, this is the life. All I could use now is some cookies and milk.
They appeared on a small table next to her.
Awesome.
Very soon, Hermione heard the door slide open and someone step in. She looked up only to see the cold figure of Draco Malfoy. "Granger. Should've known you'd be here already. Did Potter and Weasley finally get enough sense to not hang around with such filth?" He sneered at her. "Oh please. Do us all a favor and take the stick out of your arse and your nose at of the air. You're not a god. Big deal, you've got a bit more money than the rest of us." Hermione calmly responded to him and went back to quietly reading her book. Draco glared at her and was about to make a nasty retort when Hannah Abbott and Terry Boot walked in, interrupting their argument. Under his breath, Draco quietly said, "We'll finish this later."
What a stupid git. Sheesh. I must have been delirious and drunk or something at the bookshop last week. For someone so cute he's sure a moron. O my god.
Hermione mentally slapped herself.
I think maybe all this reading after all these years has fried my brain and I can no longer think properly. I'm definitely loosing it. I dare say, however, that it will be a very interesting year. Oh great. Now I'm talking to myself.
************************************************************************ A/N from Danielle: Happy belated birthday Tom Felton! I love Tome Felton!! Contrary to what most people (ahem.Lauren) may think about him ************************************************************************ Draco Malfoy surveyed his surroundings as he swaggered through platform 9 and 3/4. He caught sight of his reflection in the gleaming scarlet train. His image, with his icy blue eyes and signature Malfoy drawl, smirked back at him.
*I do look good today*
He chuckled to himself.
*When do I not look good?*
Draco's facial expression turned sour as he recalled the conversation that he had with his father just the day before. "Draco, come to my study. There is a matter that I wish to discuss with you." Lucius Malfoy's tone left no room for argument, as Draco followed his father into the small room where Lucius sat down in a chair at his desk, leaving Draco to stand. "You have been made prefect." Lucius stated as though he was stating a mere fact. There was not even the faintest sign of congratulations in his tone. "I will admit that I have my doubts about you boy. Especially since you continue to allow that filthy Mudblood excuse for a witch beat in every subject."
Draco lowered his eyes to the floor and did not reply. Lucius rose from his desk, his eyes cold and his voice menacing, "I expect nothing but the best from you, ALL Malfoys are the best. You will not take your name and your blood for granted. If you continue to let that Mudblood beat you, you will pay a heavy price. Do I make myself clear, Draco?"
"Yes, father," said Draco dejectedly. "Perfectly clear." Draco grimaced at the memory. *Who does he think he is that bastard?* Draco thought angrily. "Oye. Draco," a voice calling him startled him out of his reverie. He looked up to see his sidekicks and fellow Slytherins, Crabbe and Goyle, lumbering towards him.
"Crabbe, Goyle," Draco acknowledged his companions. "Oye Goyle do ya think there will be food on the train?" Crabbe asked seriously as Goyle scratched his head in bewilderment.
"No you buffoons, there just going to starve us," Draco snapped sarcastically, wondering how he choose these two morons as friends. Crabbe and Goyle continued to argue amongst themselves as Draco's eyes wandered. His face darkened when he spotted the Boy-Who-Just-Wouldn't-Die, and his Kick-In-The-Side, Weasley talking to a pretty girl.
"Wait a tick.that's Granger," he thought disgustedly to himself. "And I just called her pretty, again." He shuddered at the thought.
"Crabbe, Goyle. Carry my trunk to the train," Draco barked, boarding the train himself. He stopped for several minutes to talk catch up with his friend, Blaise Zambini, before making his way to the prefect compartment.
The was empty expect fot Hermione Granger, who was surprisingly reading a book. *Time for some fun.* Draco thought maliciously. "Granger. Should've known you'd be here already. Did Potter and Weasley finally get enough sense not to hang around with such filth?" He sneered at her.
"Oh please. Do us all a favor and take that stick out of your arse and your nose out of the air. You're not a god. Big deal, you've got a bit more money than the rest of us." Hermione responded calmly and went back to quietly reading her book.
Draco was outraged. *How dare she* He seethed. *I am a god* he thought angrily. He glared at her and was about to make a nasty retort, when Hannah Abbott and Terry Boot walked in interrupting their argument.
Unwilling to let Granger get away with her insulting comments, he quietly said, "We'll finish this later."
Draco sat down and pulled out a mirror from his pocket. *Little Mudblood doesn't know what she's talking about.I am a god. For someone so hot, she sure has a big mouth. Did I just call Granger hot again? Why is this happening to me? What is wrong with me? What have I done to deserve this? O great. Now I'm talking to myself.again. Arg.*
But at the rate you people walk we'll only be 15 minutes early. Especially with Gin and Harry making googly eyes at each other. And being completely unaware that the other is flirting with them.
Hermione giggled at this. "Mind on filling us in on what it is that's so funny?" Ginny asked. "Nothing." burst of laughter. "Nothing.." Peals of laughter. "at all." deep breaths. "I'm okay. I swear." Hermione finally said calmly. "Bloody hell. No more sugar for you Herms." Hermione gave Ron a death glare.
We're here! I can't wait to see everyone. I'm so excited. I'm a prefect.o gods. Malfoy is a prefect too. Ug.
Hermione groaned. "Now what? Have you developed ADD?" Ron questioned. "Haha. No. I've just remembered that Ferret Boy is one of the prefects." Hermione said. "Yea. So?" Ron asked being oblivious as usual. Ginny promptly whacked her older brother over the head. "Bullocks!" "Are you a complete moron?" Ron gave Ginny a blank look. Ginny gave an exasperated sigh and rolled her eyes. "It means, dork-brain, that she has to sit the whole train ride to Hogwarts with him. You have my utmost pity Hermione." Ginny said with a laugh. "Gee. Thanks." The four walked through the barrier to platform 9 ¾. The scarlet Hogwarts Express sat there waiting for them just as it had every year for the past five years. And sure enough, it was it was 10:40 when the group arrived at the platform. "I told you we'd get here late." Hermione stated. Everyone simply rolled their eyes at her. "Look! There's Seamus, Neville, Dean, and the rest of the guys. Meet you girls back here in 15 to get our compartment?" Harry said to Ginny and Hermione before he and Ron went off to join the other boys. Hermione and Ginny began looking for their own friends and dorm mates. Hermione got the eerie feeling of being watched, observed. "Hey, Gin. I'm gonna get my things on board, sit in the prefect's cabin, and read some. I'll pop in sometime with you guys. 'Kay?" "Sure thing Mione." Ginny replied, "You alright?" she asked concerned about her friend. "Yea. I'm fine. See ya later." Hermione was eager to get away from those eyes she knew were watching her. She made her way to the front of the train to the prefect's cabin. When she stepped in, she was amazed. Before her eyes was what appeared to be a small, compact, but cozy looking room. The Hogwarts crest was in the center of the floor of the tiny room. The colors of all four houses had been artistically blended and scattered together. Hermione quickly found a place for her things and plopped down in a squishy chair that was red and gold and curled up with her book, 101 things You never knew and never wanted to know about Uric the Oddball(A/N borrowed this from one of the Draco Hermione stories I read. I forget the name though, but all the credit to you if it's yours). It was a book that she had found at Flourish and Blotts when she got her school books.
School hasn't really begun yet and already I love being a prefect and I love the privileges that come with it. Yes, this is the life. All I could use now is some cookies and milk.
They appeared on a small table next to her.
Awesome.
Very soon, Hermione heard the door slide open and someone step in. She looked up only to see the cold figure of Draco Malfoy. "Granger. Should've known you'd be here already. Did Potter and Weasley finally get enough sense to not hang around with such filth?" He sneered at her. "Oh please. Do us all a favor and take the stick out of your arse and your nose at of the air. You're not a god. Big deal, you've got a bit more money than the rest of us." Hermione calmly responded to him and went back to quietly reading her book. Draco glared at her and was about to make a nasty retort when Hannah Abbott and Terry Boot walked in, interrupting their argument. Under his breath, Draco quietly said, "We'll finish this later."
What a stupid git. Sheesh. I must have been delirious and drunk or something at the bookshop last week. For someone so cute he's sure a moron. O my god.
Hermione mentally slapped herself.
I think maybe all this reading after all these years has fried my brain and I can no longer think properly. I'm definitely loosing it. I dare say, however, that it will be a very interesting year. Oh great. Now I'm talking to myself.
************************************************************************ A/N from Danielle: Happy belated birthday Tom Felton! I love Tome Felton!! Contrary to what most people (ahem.Lauren) may think about him ************************************************************************ Draco Malfoy surveyed his surroundings as he swaggered through platform 9 and 3/4. He caught sight of his reflection in the gleaming scarlet train. His image, with his icy blue eyes and signature Malfoy drawl, smirked back at him.
*I do look good today*
He chuckled to himself.
*When do I not look good?*
Draco's facial expression turned sour as he recalled the conversation that he had with his father just the day before. "Draco, come to my study. There is a matter that I wish to discuss with you." Lucius Malfoy's tone left no room for argument, as Draco followed his father into the small room where Lucius sat down in a chair at his desk, leaving Draco to stand. "You have been made prefect." Lucius stated as though he was stating a mere fact. There was not even the faintest sign of congratulations in his tone. "I will admit that I have my doubts about you boy. Especially since you continue to allow that filthy Mudblood excuse for a witch beat in every subject."
Draco lowered his eyes to the floor and did not reply. Lucius rose from his desk, his eyes cold and his voice menacing, "I expect nothing but the best from you, ALL Malfoys are the best. You will not take your name and your blood for granted. If you continue to let that Mudblood beat you, you will pay a heavy price. Do I make myself clear, Draco?"
"Yes, father," said Draco dejectedly. "Perfectly clear." Draco grimaced at the memory. *Who does he think he is that bastard?* Draco thought angrily. "Oye. Draco," a voice calling him startled him out of his reverie. He looked up to see his sidekicks and fellow Slytherins, Crabbe and Goyle, lumbering towards him.
"Crabbe, Goyle," Draco acknowledged his companions. "Oye Goyle do ya think there will be food on the train?" Crabbe asked seriously as Goyle scratched his head in bewilderment.
"No you buffoons, there just going to starve us," Draco snapped sarcastically, wondering how he choose these two morons as friends. Crabbe and Goyle continued to argue amongst themselves as Draco's eyes wandered. His face darkened when he spotted the Boy-Who-Just-Wouldn't-Die, and his Kick-In-The-Side, Weasley talking to a pretty girl.
"Wait a tick.that's Granger," he thought disgustedly to himself. "And I just called her pretty, again." He shuddered at the thought.
"Crabbe, Goyle. Carry my trunk to the train," Draco barked, boarding the train himself. He stopped for several minutes to talk catch up with his friend, Blaise Zambini, before making his way to the prefect compartment.
The was empty expect fot Hermione Granger, who was surprisingly reading a book. *Time for some fun.* Draco thought maliciously. "Granger. Should've known you'd be here already. Did Potter and Weasley finally get enough sense not to hang around with such filth?" He sneered at her.
"Oh please. Do us all a favor and take that stick out of your arse and your nose out of the air. You're not a god. Big deal, you've got a bit more money than the rest of us." Hermione responded calmly and went back to quietly reading her book.
Draco was outraged. *How dare she* He seethed. *I am a god* he thought angrily. He glared at her and was about to make a nasty retort, when Hannah Abbott and Terry Boot walked in interrupting their argument.
Unwilling to let Granger get away with her insulting comments, he quietly said, "We'll finish this later."
Draco sat down and pulled out a mirror from his pocket. *Little Mudblood doesn't know what she's talking about.I am a god. For someone so hot, she sure has a big mouth. Did I just call Granger hot again? Why is this happening to me? What is wrong with me? What have I done to deserve this? O great. Now I'm talking to myself.again. Arg.*