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A/N: Thanks again for the reviews. Can't promise that this will not be cheesy. I keep changing things as I type them. Modeling doesn't really affect anything. I'm writing puberty. Let's just see what happens. Anyways, this is my first so please, please, please. bear with me.
Title: Models
Chapter6:
The Impossible
"Guys, I have to go."
"What? I thought we were going to practice some more. Don't tell me you're tired?"
"Don't tell me that you forgot your brain? Sorry, but I have to meet McGonagall remember?"
"Right, be careful of Malfoy." Harry called before she turned her back.
"Anything that ferret does, you tell us."
'This is getting regular.' Hermione thought as she remembered all the other times that they were caught. There was a time when Malfoy was bullying a first year and she got in between. 'I got detention because of that. What would she give us now?' She wasn't paying much attention to where she was going when she felt something hard in front of her.
"Damn, mudblood! Use your eyes."
"I did! Why don't you use yours? You're the one blocking the way."
"Your the mudblood, you should be the one making way for a Malfoy."
"When will you learn that being a Malfoy is worth nothing here in Hogwarts? We're all at equal footing here. Some of us are much better than you."
"Ha! Dream on. Wake up girl! You know mudbloods are worth shit here much less in the whole wizarding world!"
"Mr. Malfoy! Ms. Granger!" Professor McGonagall stopped the insults that were being passed between the two. "This is exactly why I called for you two. Quick, into my office." No one moved, actually they glared at each other as if their eyes could melt the other. McGonagall however was not amused. "I mean NOW!"
This broke the spell between them and went into the room. Malfoy got in first and sat comfortable at the only chair that was not covered with papers possibly assignments that she haven't have the time to check. 'Could it be possible that she just guessed our grades all this time? I mean these papers here have not yet been checked and it looks like it dates back to her time.'
McGonagall looked defeated as she saw Malfoy sat. 'I swear this boy may be rich but he doesn't have an ounce of manners. "Ms. Granger please take a seat," she ordered as she cleared one chair with her wand.
"Thank you professor," Hermione sat. 'Maybe it is the right time to use the tips Natasha told me.' She thought it was appropriate since all eyes were looking at her. She just wanted to perform. She straightened her skirt. It was Saturday and they were allowed not to wear their robes.
"I've been meaning to talk to you both for a long time. The headmaster said that you two would be able to handle it. I won't leave it to you r hands anymore. I will interfere if I have to. I know Gryffindors and Slytherins were never in good terms as to become buddy-buddy. Your attitudes at each other have become worse."
"You both know that we have guests coming next week. I expect you to be able to talk without hurting each other. I expect proper decorum from both of you."
"But Malfoy was the one that started it all." Hermione wanted to argue.
"He may have started it but I want you, Ms. Granger, to learn to walk away especially to nonsense."
Malfoy started to smirk at Hermione for being scolded.
"Mr. Malfoy, I am not amused at you behavior either. You are a Prefect now and should act accordingly. May I remind you that I was not the one to choose the Prefect of Slytherin this year but Serverus. I will not judge his decision. for now. I expect though that you would not waste the trust that he has put in you by choosing you."
Now, it was Hermione's time to gloat. She wanted to but didn't for she knew that that would only make things worse. 'Well, so far so good. I think were not in trouble. yet.'
"As I was saying, we would have guests coming starting on Monday. I want to project an image that Prefects can get along. So, starting tomorrow and every weekend, I subject you both to study together in the Prefect room. After you've finished studying, you would prepare detailed reports about what happened during the week."
"So basically, we're going to report about things that happened during the week."
"Yes, Ms. Granger. This means, including unnecessary taking of points or anything that involves Prefects. Oh one more thing. You two would have to work together. I expect that you two would be reporting together as one."
"But professor, I can't work with her!" Hermione did not like the idea either. She felt nauseous thinking about spending 2 days a week with Malfoy alone. How will she survive?
"Mr. Malfoy, you will do as you're told. The reporting will be held after dinner of Sunday in the Prefects common room. Make it good. It will be graded. I hope that after this, you two would have a bearable relationship."
"I doubt it," Hermione whispered but not silent enough because Draco was able to hear it. For the first time, he agreed with her.
A/N: Thanks again for the reviews. Can't promise that this will not be cheesy. I keep changing things as I type them. Modeling doesn't really affect anything. I'm writing puberty. Let's just see what happens. Anyways, this is my first so please, please, please. bear with me.
Title: Models
Chapter6:
The Impossible
"Guys, I have to go."
"What? I thought we were going to practice some more. Don't tell me you're tired?"
"Don't tell me that you forgot your brain? Sorry, but I have to meet McGonagall remember?"
"Right, be careful of Malfoy." Harry called before she turned her back.
"Anything that ferret does, you tell us."
'This is getting regular.' Hermione thought as she remembered all the other times that they were caught. There was a time when Malfoy was bullying a first year and she got in between. 'I got detention because of that. What would she give us now?' She wasn't paying much attention to where she was going when she felt something hard in front of her.
"Damn, mudblood! Use your eyes."
"I did! Why don't you use yours? You're the one blocking the way."
"Your the mudblood, you should be the one making way for a Malfoy."
"When will you learn that being a Malfoy is worth nothing here in Hogwarts? We're all at equal footing here. Some of us are much better than you."
"Ha! Dream on. Wake up girl! You know mudbloods are worth shit here much less in the whole wizarding world!"
"Mr. Malfoy! Ms. Granger!" Professor McGonagall stopped the insults that were being passed between the two. "This is exactly why I called for you two. Quick, into my office." No one moved, actually they glared at each other as if their eyes could melt the other. McGonagall however was not amused. "I mean NOW!"
This broke the spell between them and went into the room. Malfoy got in first and sat comfortable at the only chair that was not covered with papers possibly assignments that she haven't have the time to check. 'Could it be possible that she just guessed our grades all this time? I mean these papers here have not yet been checked and it looks like it dates back to her time.'
McGonagall looked defeated as she saw Malfoy sat. 'I swear this boy may be rich but he doesn't have an ounce of manners. "Ms. Granger please take a seat," she ordered as she cleared one chair with her wand.
"Thank you professor," Hermione sat. 'Maybe it is the right time to use the tips Natasha told me.' She thought it was appropriate since all eyes were looking at her. She just wanted to perform. She straightened her skirt. It was Saturday and they were allowed not to wear their robes.
"I've been meaning to talk to you both for a long time. The headmaster said that you two would be able to handle it. I won't leave it to you r hands anymore. I will interfere if I have to. I know Gryffindors and Slytherins were never in good terms as to become buddy-buddy. Your attitudes at each other have become worse."
"You both know that we have guests coming next week. I expect you to be able to talk without hurting each other. I expect proper decorum from both of you."
"But Malfoy was the one that started it all." Hermione wanted to argue.
"He may have started it but I want you, Ms. Granger, to learn to walk away especially to nonsense."
Malfoy started to smirk at Hermione for being scolded.
"Mr. Malfoy, I am not amused at you behavior either. You are a Prefect now and should act accordingly. May I remind you that I was not the one to choose the Prefect of Slytherin this year but Serverus. I will not judge his decision. for now. I expect though that you would not waste the trust that he has put in you by choosing you."
Now, it was Hermione's time to gloat. She wanted to but didn't for she knew that that would only make things worse. 'Well, so far so good. I think were not in trouble. yet.'
"As I was saying, we would have guests coming starting on Monday. I want to project an image that Prefects can get along. So, starting tomorrow and every weekend, I subject you both to study together in the Prefect room. After you've finished studying, you would prepare detailed reports about what happened during the week."
"So basically, we're going to report about things that happened during the week."
"Yes, Ms. Granger. This means, including unnecessary taking of points or anything that involves Prefects. Oh one more thing. You two would have to work together. I expect that you two would be reporting together as one."
"But professor, I can't work with her!" Hermione did not like the idea either. She felt nauseous thinking about spending 2 days a week with Malfoy alone. How will she survive?
"Mr. Malfoy, you will do as you're told. The reporting will be held after dinner of Sunday in the Prefects common room. Make it good. It will be graded. I hope that after this, you two would have a bearable relationship."
"I doubt it," Hermione whispered but not silent enough because Draco was able to hear it. For the first time, he agreed with her.