A/N ~ I was in such a hurry to upload the last chapter, I forgot my little
notes. Thank you sooooo much to all the people who reviewed. It makes me
feel so special, ya know?? I love you all so much now. I will hopefully
update soon!! Damn the holiday season. And the teachers pile ALL the work
on you right before them. Grrrrr.
I should have said before. This is set in the Sixth Year of Hogwarts for Draco & Hermione. I figured that if I set it in the Seventh Year, then Hermione and Draco would be Head girl/boy. And since that has been done before, I figured that I should not do that. Lalalala.
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As Hermione watched the Sorting, she kept stealing glances over at the Slytherin table. Draco was cheering for each person who got sorted into Slytherin, and Pansy was sat close to him. Hermione felt her heart ache. She didn't know why she had come to like Draco. After all, he was a cold- hearted, Slytherin, Pure-blood. She was a kind, Gryffindor, Mudblood. There was such a difference, and Hermione knew that it could never be.
Ginny's reaction to Hermione's news was better than Hermione had expected. She never thought that Ginny would be so kind and understanding. Though Ginny was a year younger than Hermione, Hermione felt like Ginny was her best friend. She was so trusting. Ron and Harry were her best friends also, but she couldn't tell them. They would freak at her. Malfoy was Harry's greatest enemy, and Ron hated him with a passion.
Seeing Pansy and Malfoy together, Hermione felt her heart breaking, but she knew she shouldn't. She knew that Malfoy would never look at her more than a filthy Mudblood. That's all she was in his eyes. Someone who was no more than a doormat he would walk all over. And Hermione didn't want her heart ripped to shreads. She wanted to keep her feelings a secret, subdued, but her heart was yearning to be loved. She was sixteen, and had never been kissed, never been loved. Typical really. All she heard in her dormitory was Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil going on about their boyfriends, a different one each month. While they were talking about kissing and sex, Hermione was studying. She longed to know what it felt like, what it felt like to be loved. Harry and Ron were like her brothers. She never let anyone get too close to her, afraid of being getting hurt.
"Let the feast begin," Hermione heard Dumbledore's raspy voice say cheerfully.
The plates in front of her filled with magnificent food, and Harry and Ron turned to her.
"You look awfully tired and sad Mione," Ron said, his mouth stuffed with chicken. "What's up?"
Hermione looked at her plate, which had only a piece of chicken and some mashed potato on it. She picked up her fork and started to mash the potato some more. Sighing, she looked at Ron.
"Can't I even be sad??" She asked Ron rather angrily, who looked at her curiously.
"Gosh Hermione, I didn't mean anything by it. I was just asking you..." He spluttered, his cheeks going red.
"Well, don't just me Ron. It's not your choice how I feel," Hermione snapped.
Ron and Harry gawped at her. They had never seen Hermione so touchy before. They looked helplessly at Ginny, who just shrugged and gave them a look that plainly read 'Leave it'.
Hermione kept picking at her food. There was no way Ron and Harry could know. It was too risky. Hermione closed her eyes. She didn't know what to do. Her emotions were running wild. On one hand, she wanted to be with Malfoy so badly. On the other, she was going against everything she swore she wouldn't. Gryffindor, her parents, and her best friends. She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she didn't hear Professor Dumbledore call her name.
"Hermione," Ginny elbowed her, "They want you in the chamber at the back."
"Oh, alright," Hermione mumbled, shaking her head.
She got up and walked swiftly up the space between two of the long tables. She was so preoccupied, she didn't notice Draco Malfoy do the same thing.
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Once in the comfy room behind the Great Hall, Hermione settled into a leather sofa by the fire. She tucked a stray tendril of shiny hair out of her face, her eyes staying steady on the ground. She heard noises as other people entered. She felt someone sit down on the sofa beside her, and she instinctively moved her robes. She looked down at the person's shoes. They were black, immaculate, and looked expensive. She moved her gaze up the person's body, her eyes resting on the Slytherin badge on the robes.
Slowly, she raised her head, and found herself gazing into the cold, gray eyes of Draco Malfoy. Her heart leapt, and a slight pink tinge rushed to her cheeks.
"Malfoy, I thought you wouldn't come anywhere near me. Why are you sat on this sofa," Hermione questioned. "I believe you don't want to get any Mudblood slime on you. And I'm covered in that, right?"
She finished her question sarcastically. Malfoy's eyes glazed over, and were soon replaced with a look of anger. He opened his mouth to speak.
"Now, now, let's not fight, shall we?" Professor Dumbledore suggested, the familiar twinkle in his eye. Hermione shot a look of exasperation at Draco.
Dumbledore addressed Draco, Hermione, a Ravenclaw girl, and a Hufflepuff boy.
"Well, we all know why you're here. You are now Prefects. You are representing the school, and I want absolutely no arguing anywhere. You are to set a good example for the students in younger years. Don't let me down."
"The Prefect's chambers are on the third floor. The password is Mulled Wine. Do not forget. The girls will share the left hand bedroom, and the boys the right. Have a good night."
Dumbledore finished, and stood up. The Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff followed him. Draco stood, and shot a glowering stare at Hermione.
"Once a Mudblood, always a Mudblood," He said tartly, before sweeping out of the room.
Hermione hurried after them. They reached the chamber on the third floor, and entered through a small doorway behind a picture of a young woman in a nightdress. Hermione gasped as she entered the rooms. They were magnificent. Their luggage had already been transported to their rooms, and Hermione looked at the boys.
"Good night," She said in a haughty voice before retreating to her own room. Draco looked at her, his eyes displaying a new type of stare Hermione had never seen before.
Hermione settled into a new, red nightdress. She turned to the other girl, and offered her hand.
"Hi, my name in Hermione! I hope we can be friends?" Hermione introduced herself. The girl smiled and took her hand.
"I'm Paige," She answered. Hermione smiled back, and jumped into her bed.
"Good night Paige," She whispered.
She drew the curtains around the bed. With her head back on her pillow, her hair was fanned around her face. The last thing she saw before she fell asleep that night plagued her dreams. That thing was Draco Malfoy.
I should have said before. This is set in the Sixth Year of Hogwarts for Draco & Hermione. I figured that if I set it in the Seventh Year, then Hermione and Draco would be Head girl/boy. And since that has been done before, I figured that I should not do that. Lalalala.
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As Hermione watched the Sorting, she kept stealing glances over at the Slytherin table. Draco was cheering for each person who got sorted into Slytherin, and Pansy was sat close to him. Hermione felt her heart ache. She didn't know why she had come to like Draco. After all, he was a cold- hearted, Slytherin, Pure-blood. She was a kind, Gryffindor, Mudblood. There was such a difference, and Hermione knew that it could never be.
Ginny's reaction to Hermione's news was better than Hermione had expected. She never thought that Ginny would be so kind and understanding. Though Ginny was a year younger than Hermione, Hermione felt like Ginny was her best friend. She was so trusting. Ron and Harry were her best friends also, but she couldn't tell them. They would freak at her. Malfoy was Harry's greatest enemy, and Ron hated him with a passion.
Seeing Pansy and Malfoy together, Hermione felt her heart breaking, but she knew she shouldn't. She knew that Malfoy would never look at her more than a filthy Mudblood. That's all she was in his eyes. Someone who was no more than a doormat he would walk all over. And Hermione didn't want her heart ripped to shreads. She wanted to keep her feelings a secret, subdued, but her heart was yearning to be loved. She was sixteen, and had never been kissed, never been loved. Typical really. All she heard in her dormitory was Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil going on about their boyfriends, a different one each month. While they were talking about kissing and sex, Hermione was studying. She longed to know what it felt like, what it felt like to be loved. Harry and Ron were like her brothers. She never let anyone get too close to her, afraid of being getting hurt.
"Let the feast begin," Hermione heard Dumbledore's raspy voice say cheerfully.
The plates in front of her filled with magnificent food, and Harry and Ron turned to her.
"You look awfully tired and sad Mione," Ron said, his mouth stuffed with chicken. "What's up?"
Hermione looked at her plate, which had only a piece of chicken and some mashed potato on it. She picked up her fork and started to mash the potato some more. Sighing, she looked at Ron.
"Can't I even be sad??" She asked Ron rather angrily, who looked at her curiously.
"Gosh Hermione, I didn't mean anything by it. I was just asking you..." He spluttered, his cheeks going red.
"Well, don't just me Ron. It's not your choice how I feel," Hermione snapped.
Ron and Harry gawped at her. They had never seen Hermione so touchy before. They looked helplessly at Ginny, who just shrugged and gave them a look that plainly read 'Leave it'.
Hermione kept picking at her food. There was no way Ron and Harry could know. It was too risky. Hermione closed her eyes. She didn't know what to do. Her emotions were running wild. On one hand, she wanted to be with Malfoy so badly. On the other, she was going against everything she swore she wouldn't. Gryffindor, her parents, and her best friends. She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she didn't hear Professor Dumbledore call her name.
"Hermione," Ginny elbowed her, "They want you in the chamber at the back."
"Oh, alright," Hermione mumbled, shaking her head.
She got up and walked swiftly up the space between two of the long tables. She was so preoccupied, she didn't notice Draco Malfoy do the same thing.
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Once in the comfy room behind the Great Hall, Hermione settled into a leather sofa by the fire. She tucked a stray tendril of shiny hair out of her face, her eyes staying steady on the ground. She heard noises as other people entered. She felt someone sit down on the sofa beside her, and she instinctively moved her robes. She looked down at the person's shoes. They were black, immaculate, and looked expensive. She moved her gaze up the person's body, her eyes resting on the Slytherin badge on the robes.
Slowly, she raised her head, and found herself gazing into the cold, gray eyes of Draco Malfoy. Her heart leapt, and a slight pink tinge rushed to her cheeks.
"Malfoy, I thought you wouldn't come anywhere near me. Why are you sat on this sofa," Hermione questioned. "I believe you don't want to get any Mudblood slime on you. And I'm covered in that, right?"
She finished her question sarcastically. Malfoy's eyes glazed over, and were soon replaced with a look of anger. He opened his mouth to speak.
"Now, now, let's not fight, shall we?" Professor Dumbledore suggested, the familiar twinkle in his eye. Hermione shot a look of exasperation at Draco.
Dumbledore addressed Draco, Hermione, a Ravenclaw girl, and a Hufflepuff boy.
"Well, we all know why you're here. You are now Prefects. You are representing the school, and I want absolutely no arguing anywhere. You are to set a good example for the students in younger years. Don't let me down."
"The Prefect's chambers are on the third floor. The password is Mulled Wine. Do not forget. The girls will share the left hand bedroom, and the boys the right. Have a good night."
Dumbledore finished, and stood up. The Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff followed him. Draco stood, and shot a glowering stare at Hermione.
"Once a Mudblood, always a Mudblood," He said tartly, before sweeping out of the room.
Hermione hurried after them. They reached the chamber on the third floor, and entered through a small doorway behind a picture of a young woman in a nightdress. Hermione gasped as she entered the rooms. They were magnificent. Their luggage had already been transported to their rooms, and Hermione looked at the boys.
"Good night," She said in a haughty voice before retreating to her own room. Draco looked at her, his eyes displaying a new type of stare Hermione had never seen before.
Hermione settled into a new, red nightdress. She turned to the other girl, and offered her hand.
"Hi, my name in Hermione! I hope we can be friends?" Hermione introduced herself. The girl smiled and took her hand.
"I'm Paige," She answered. Hermione smiled back, and jumped into her bed.
"Good night Paige," She whispered.
She drew the curtains around the bed. With her head back on her pillow, her hair was fanned around her face. The last thing she saw before she fell asleep that night plagued her dreams. That thing was Draco Malfoy.