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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. Romance is a little far away. I have to build attraction first.
Title: Models
Chapter7: Bring It On
It was Sunday, the day that Hermione and Draco dreaded. Everybody else was sleeping still except for Hermione. It was barely 4 in the morning but she didn't feel sleepy, in fact, she was wide-awake. 'Why waste time. I better get a move on.'
She got up from her bed. She took her towel and headed for the Prefect bathroom. She gave the password and entered silently. She opened the faucet and started to fill the tub. She chose from a variety of soaps. Her eyes landed on the lilac soap. She was fond of such fragrance. She poured the bottle into the tub. The female Prefect bathtub was different from that of the guys. The soap once mixed into water enchants the room. Since Hermione chose lilac, the room suddenly filled with Lilacs all around. This helped relax Hermione who was still tensed at what is going to happen later.
She began remembering what her friends said when they found out. 'Has McGonagall lost her marbles?' That's what Ron said. 'The slimy git should be careful at how he treats you.' Harry reacted. 'Don't worry, I'll handle him,' was all she can say.
"Bull, like how can I handle it? It's a good thing I've finished my assignments this week, I can start with the report. Then I'd divide it and give half to Malfoy. If this weren't graded, I'd let him make his own. This is graded though. I have to make it good. Now how to make him follow me?' She kept thinking of ways but she never came up with a full proof plan. She even considered the fact that he would not do his part just to spite her. It can ruin her average or her chances to continue being a Prefect next year. 'I give up. Just bring it on!'
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On the other hand, Draco was still asleep. He was dreaming of a girl. He was in McGonagall's office and just across him was a girl. Not just any other girl. This one was wearing short skirt. He watched as the girl straightened her skirt. She looked uncomfortable. She was squirming in her sit. He can see her silky flawless long legs as she locked her left ankle to her right foot. She had poise. Her back did not leaned at her chair, still, her back was straight that projected her confidence. He couldn't see the girl's face; he was busy looking at her, below her collarbone. When his gaze was finally satisfied, he looked up and saw her lips. Her lips were full. He watched at every move of it. Then, he saw the girl bit her lower lip. He then started to stand up and.
The alarm woke him up. "Blast!" was all that he could say. He was not a guy of procrastination so he got his things and went to the Prefect's bathroom. He was growing fond of it. It was bigger than that of the ordinary bathroom. He gave the password and came in. He never did like any of the soaps provided by Hogwarts. 'The skin of a Malfoy is very delicate,' he would say. He then poured his bottle. Ocean breeze surrounded the room. He loved the breeze but never really liked the real thing. When he settled in, he started to think of what would happen later.
'That McGonagall is a bitch. This is more of a torture than anything. As if she hasn't given us enough assignments, she adds this duty. BITCH! No way am I gonna be working with that mudblood! If she wants to do it; then be my guest. I'll let her do all the work. Knowing she's such a worrywart, I wouldn't have to do a thing. That's right! Let her do everything. Piece of cake.'
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Hermione fell asleep inside the tub. She looked at her watch and it read that it was time for breakfast. When she woke up the effects of the soap was already gone. This woke her up. The panic started to come back at her. She wore her bathrobe and headed back to her room. Inside, she used her wand to dry her hair. Then a thought came to her. She dressed up got her robe and headed to the Great Hall.
Harry and Ron were anxious to talk to her. They knew that she was gonna need their help. They thought of things to make it easier for Hermione. Ron was first to see her. He waved at her and waited for her to sit.
"Good morning Hermione." Harry started.
"Good morning guys."
"Harry and I have thought of ideas on how to make things easier. Consider threatening him with a powerful spell. He won't know that you can't do it."
"Ron, that's the reason why we were put into this situation. Besides, I already have a plan. Don't worry about me."
"I still can't understand why McGonagall wanted this."
"Harry, didn't I already told you that she wanted a better relationship with us. I mean we're always fighting.
"Yeah, but Malfoy and I also fight. Maybe it's something you did."
"Harry, come on, do you really think Hermione would do anything to make a bad impression to McGonagall especially since she became a Prefect?"
"Maybe that's the reason, she wanted Prefects to have better relationship," it was getting harder to lie to her friends.
"Do you believe that shit? Lot's of Prefects fought even before. I doubt that that is the reason. Maybe there's something deeper. Look Hermione, I want you to be really careful. Malfoy is a son of a Death Eater. He may follow his father's footsteps."
"Harry, I'm inside Hogwarts, I won't be harmed. Besides, I've helped you in the Triwizard Tournament. I'll be fine." She loved playing the courageous role even when her insides were turning inside out. Her plan has to work.
Both Harry and Ron looked at each other. They knew Hermione too well to know that she was frightened now.
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Hermione procrastinated in going to the room. She had to have the upper hand. If her plan was to work, Malfoy had to be the first to get in the room. But to her dismay, she still arrived there first. She already went to her room and slowly took her things but still it wasn't slow enough.
She said the password and got in the room. She chose a sit at the head of the conference table. She examined the room. She was already starting to plan how the presentation would go on. She was enclosed in her thoughts and didn't hear the door opening.
"Ms. Granger, I'm glad to see you here. Now Mr. Malfoy come on inside before I make you," she then smiled to Hermione. "Remember that this is graded."
Draco did not acknowledge Hermione in any way but he did notice that she was wearing a robe on a weekend. He began opening his bag and got out his text. 'There's no way I'm buying the shit McGonagall said. If mudblood is crazy about her grades, then let her do it. I don't care.'
"Look Malfoy, if we're going to report together, I say we make a ." she was cut off.
"Now see here mudblood, I never intended to work in any way with you. How should I know that you didn't plan all of this?"
"What? Plan a project with a slimy git? This involves grades, Malfoy. And I'm doing it right. Whether you like it or not, we have to work together."
"Why can't you put it in your stupid head that I don't associate with mudbloods! And here I thought you were smart. guess not."
"McGonagall said."
"She's a bitch okay. If you're so concerned with your grades then do the report thing on you own. I don't give a damn!"
"Fine! But she'll be expecting a report from you as well." With that, she relaxed in her chosen chair and started making notes for the report.
'Should've known that mudblood has finished her assignments.' He noticed her hair was flowing through her shoulders. It wasn't messy like before, it sort of looked nice. He noticed a few strands falling on her face. They were moving when she breathed. It was sort of calming in a sense. 'What am I doing, staring at a mudblood?' He then turned his head down and focused on his assignments and not on the girl at the opposite side.
Hermione was oblivious of Draco. She was perfecting the report that she was to give.
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. Romance is a little far away. I have to build attraction first.
Title: Models
Chapter7: Bring It On
It was Sunday, the day that Hermione and Draco dreaded. Everybody else was sleeping still except for Hermione. It was barely 4 in the morning but she didn't feel sleepy, in fact, she was wide-awake. 'Why waste time. I better get a move on.'
She got up from her bed. She took her towel and headed for the Prefect bathroom. She gave the password and entered silently. She opened the faucet and started to fill the tub. She chose from a variety of soaps. Her eyes landed on the lilac soap. She was fond of such fragrance. She poured the bottle into the tub. The female Prefect bathtub was different from that of the guys. The soap once mixed into water enchants the room. Since Hermione chose lilac, the room suddenly filled with Lilacs all around. This helped relax Hermione who was still tensed at what is going to happen later.
She began remembering what her friends said when they found out. 'Has McGonagall lost her marbles?' That's what Ron said. 'The slimy git should be careful at how he treats you.' Harry reacted. 'Don't worry, I'll handle him,' was all she can say.
"Bull, like how can I handle it? It's a good thing I've finished my assignments this week, I can start with the report. Then I'd divide it and give half to Malfoy. If this weren't graded, I'd let him make his own. This is graded though. I have to make it good. Now how to make him follow me?' She kept thinking of ways but she never came up with a full proof plan. She even considered the fact that he would not do his part just to spite her. It can ruin her average or her chances to continue being a Prefect next year. 'I give up. Just bring it on!'
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On the other hand, Draco was still asleep. He was dreaming of a girl. He was in McGonagall's office and just across him was a girl. Not just any other girl. This one was wearing short skirt. He watched as the girl straightened her skirt. She looked uncomfortable. She was squirming in her sit. He can see her silky flawless long legs as she locked her left ankle to her right foot. She had poise. Her back did not leaned at her chair, still, her back was straight that projected her confidence. He couldn't see the girl's face; he was busy looking at her, below her collarbone. When his gaze was finally satisfied, he looked up and saw her lips. Her lips were full. He watched at every move of it. Then, he saw the girl bit her lower lip. He then started to stand up and.
The alarm woke him up. "Blast!" was all that he could say. He was not a guy of procrastination so he got his things and went to the Prefect's bathroom. He was growing fond of it. It was bigger than that of the ordinary bathroom. He gave the password and came in. He never did like any of the soaps provided by Hogwarts. 'The skin of a Malfoy is very delicate,' he would say. He then poured his bottle. Ocean breeze surrounded the room. He loved the breeze but never really liked the real thing. When he settled in, he started to think of what would happen later.
'That McGonagall is a bitch. This is more of a torture than anything. As if she hasn't given us enough assignments, she adds this duty. BITCH! No way am I gonna be working with that mudblood! If she wants to do it; then be my guest. I'll let her do all the work. Knowing she's such a worrywart, I wouldn't have to do a thing. That's right! Let her do everything. Piece of cake.'
~~~~~~~~~~
Hermione fell asleep inside the tub. She looked at her watch and it read that it was time for breakfast. When she woke up the effects of the soap was already gone. This woke her up. The panic started to come back at her. She wore her bathrobe and headed back to her room. Inside, she used her wand to dry her hair. Then a thought came to her. She dressed up got her robe and headed to the Great Hall.
Harry and Ron were anxious to talk to her. They knew that she was gonna need their help. They thought of things to make it easier for Hermione. Ron was first to see her. He waved at her and waited for her to sit.
"Good morning Hermione." Harry started.
"Good morning guys."
"Harry and I have thought of ideas on how to make things easier. Consider threatening him with a powerful spell. He won't know that you can't do it."
"Ron, that's the reason why we were put into this situation. Besides, I already have a plan. Don't worry about me."
"I still can't understand why McGonagall wanted this."
"Harry, didn't I already told you that she wanted a better relationship with us. I mean we're always fighting.
"Yeah, but Malfoy and I also fight. Maybe it's something you did."
"Harry, come on, do you really think Hermione would do anything to make a bad impression to McGonagall especially since she became a Prefect?"
"Maybe that's the reason, she wanted Prefects to have better relationship," it was getting harder to lie to her friends.
"Do you believe that shit? Lot's of Prefects fought even before. I doubt that that is the reason. Maybe there's something deeper. Look Hermione, I want you to be really careful. Malfoy is a son of a Death Eater. He may follow his father's footsteps."
"Harry, I'm inside Hogwarts, I won't be harmed. Besides, I've helped you in the Triwizard Tournament. I'll be fine." She loved playing the courageous role even when her insides were turning inside out. Her plan has to work.
Both Harry and Ron looked at each other. They knew Hermione too well to know that she was frightened now.
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Hermione procrastinated in going to the room. She had to have the upper hand. If her plan was to work, Malfoy had to be the first to get in the room. But to her dismay, she still arrived there first. She already went to her room and slowly took her things but still it wasn't slow enough.
She said the password and got in the room. She chose a sit at the head of the conference table. She examined the room. She was already starting to plan how the presentation would go on. She was enclosed in her thoughts and didn't hear the door opening.
"Ms. Granger, I'm glad to see you here. Now Mr. Malfoy come on inside before I make you," she then smiled to Hermione. "Remember that this is graded."
Draco did not acknowledge Hermione in any way but he did notice that she was wearing a robe on a weekend. He began opening his bag and got out his text. 'There's no way I'm buying the shit McGonagall said. If mudblood is crazy about her grades, then let her do it. I don't care.'
"Look Malfoy, if we're going to report together, I say we make a ." she was cut off.
"Now see here mudblood, I never intended to work in any way with you. How should I know that you didn't plan all of this?"
"What? Plan a project with a slimy git? This involves grades, Malfoy. And I'm doing it right. Whether you like it or not, we have to work together."
"Why can't you put it in your stupid head that I don't associate with mudbloods! And here I thought you were smart. guess not."
"McGonagall said."
"She's a bitch okay. If you're so concerned with your grades then do the report thing on you own. I don't give a damn!"
"Fine! But she'll be expecting a report from you as well." With that, she relaxed in her chosen chair and started making notes for the report.
'Should've known that mudblood has finished her assignments.' He noticed her hair was flowing through her shoulders. It wasn't messy like before, it sort of looked nice. He noticed a few strands falling on her face. They were moving when she breathed. It was sort of calming in a sense. 'What am I doing, staring at a mudblood?' He then turned his head down and focused on his assignments and not on the girl at the opposite side.
Hermione was oblivious of Draco. She was perfecting the report that she was to give.