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TO MR. SIRIUS BLACK
Chapter 2
Surprise, Surprise
I sat there stunned. People were applauding and motioning me to take a bow or something. I really didn't pay attention to anyone else. I finally then decided to stand up.
"Granger." I smirked with uttermost disgust at her. She glared at me frowning. The whole room suddenly became weary of what would happen. All the older students had probably warned the younger ones by now.
"Malfoy. How nice to see you." She said sarcastically as she took my outstretched hand. Being the cordial human being I was I grabbed it and shook it, not caring if I had 'accidentally' gripped it too hard, because she had winced.
"The pleasure is all mine." I returned her sarcastic greeting. I then leant in to her causing some uneasiness between the teachers and students. "We both know you're not as qualified as I am Granger. You can just go home and hand the job to Potter or Weasley."
She had clearly only been surprised at the facts that I had gotten over such petty nicknames as Mudblood or Potty. The insults lost no venom except that I tried to tone them down a bit.
"Malfoy don't flatter yourself. I would love to forgot this assignment and just go home to by friends. Unlike you I have some." She whispered to me.
The foolish old man's eyes twinkled about something. The other teachers had clearly had some idea of what was going to happen if they didn't break it up. The students looked slightly scared and didn't say a word.
"Welcome Professors. Please be seated." McGonagall said attempting, but failing miserably at keeping her voice steady.
"Thank you Professor McGonagall." I heard Granger say happily. How that tone annoyed me. I myself did not bother with any kind of thanks. I simply nodded and let go of Granger's hand to sit back down.
The next day the classes did not go much better. A third year could barely do anything. It was more than pathetic.
At the end of the day, I had one free period. I decided to watch Granger stumble and fall on her ass. Why not? I might as well have some enjoyment in my life, if not much.
On my way I had managed to take away points from three Gryffindors. I smirked as I walked into the classroom.
"...basic principal is swish and flick... Malfoy, to what do I owe this little disruption of yours to?" She asked me clearly annoyed. Her first years looked at me and shrunk back into their seats.
"I was just going to watch a bit, Professor." I said purposely elongating the word professor just to annoy her a bit more.
"That's fine, Draco." She told her as she attempted a bit of an evil smirk herself which she accomplished quite well I might add.
That class had been different from what I remember our Gryffindor Slytherin class. The majority of the class had accomplished the basic Wingardium Leviosa with a feather. She of course being herself just had to correct them, and the truth is that it helped.
"Homework is... You know what? You guys did great. No homework. I'll see you on Wednesday. You are dismissed." There was defiantly no chance that Flitwick would ever have let us get away with no homework.
"So Malfoy, did you learn to cast a proper charm from me?" She was taunting me. There was no way that she wasn't.
"What kind of charm? I could help you." I said getting dangerously close to her. She clearly was both uncomfortable and enjoying this. It was quite funny to see her like this.
"I...I" She stuttered. This was a moment to remember. Hermione Granger stuttered.
I then decided to make a habit out of irritating her. For now, I can work with this. Getting even closer to her was nearly impossible by now. There was no space between us whatsoever.
What I did next was something that surprised myself. I kissed her losing all my self control. What surprised me even more was that she kissed me back.
I can't remember what the appeal of her is. Maybe is was that she was an innocent little school girl in a very adult woman. For everyone but her knows that she is as much of a heart throb as I am.
I myself am not innocent in the least bit. I've bedded my share of girls as well as a lot of other peoples' shares of girls. None were anything but a simple fuck.
I had always wanted some kind of closure. It is hard to admit that to myself, but I wanted closure and still do. I wanted to talk to someone. Most women simply did it as much as I asked them to then bragged to their friends. That had irritated me so much.
The women that did talk, were very simply put, boring. None really cared for me. I didn't care for them.
I had always wanted something that I could not have. Something that no one knows I wanted. I wanted what Weasley had. No fame, no glory, no attention, but simplicity and real friends. I wanted to find someone I cared for and be able to talk to them about anything and be completely honest.
"No. You'll regret it." I told her very reluctantly as she was unbuttoned her shirt.
She looked at me in a hurt sort of way. I don't know why it broke my heart, but it did. She was so...
"Innocent. I can't seduce you. What have I become?" I thought aloud to myself. What was I becoming? She was innocent and I wasn't. She didn't know what she was doing. I was not going to decide her life for her like my father had for me.
"I am not a child, Malfoy." She told me being her own stubborn self. She hadn't done this before. I could tell.
"You aren't Hermione. But if you have to call me Malfoy then go on." I said using all of my self control to walk out and not take her right there in that classroom.
On my way out I could have sworn that I saw a large spider's web or something else that was long and white. Maybe I was just dreaming.
Why hadn't I taken her? Had her then just walked away from her life forever. Or use her like I did with some other people? Could I truly care for a person enough? Or was I just feeling guilty because she was a virgin? I was probably feeling guilty. It took me a lot of time to convince myself that.
That night I did something I hadn't done since I was a small child. I cried. I want her so badly. More than anything in my whole life. I would give anything to be with her. I guess that's why I owled her.
The next day was already a Saturday. I decided to skip breakfast and just go outside to take a walk on the grounds.
The day was gloomy and very foggy. You really couldn't see anything outside. I decided to stick to the lakeside so as not to get lost.
Someone clearly had the same thought as I did, because I had tripped on a person. I hope.
"Watch it." It was Hermione's voice, clearly. I didn't know what to do. She would recognize my voice and say something. I didn't have enough strength to talk to her without losing my self control.
"I'm sorry." I simply said settling for a quick apology and then an escape from her. She had other hand had plans.
She stood up in front of me quickly and took my hands. I blinked not knowing what to do. If I kept my cool, calm, Malfoy exterior then I had some chance of getting her to leave me alone.
"We need to talk about yesterday after my class." Damn she was right. I still did not have intentions of staying and ruining some part of her life that she most likely held sacred.
"What is it?" I asked her cruelly. She immediately let go of me. I still could not make out much because of the miasma, but she had some sort of poignant expression on her face.
"I thought you had changed." She said as she walked away. I wanted so desperately to follow her and hold her in my arms forever.
By now after only about three days of coming into contact with her it was clear that I in fact did have feelings for her. Then, if I truly did have feelings for her, I must not drag her down into my family. Into my name.
The other thing was that it was very hard to see and for all I know she could be twisting and turning around running from me.
I sighed heading inside for the confines of my quarters.
Stupid fourth years. They have no clue about anything. I remember in my fourth year that we were somewhat competent. These children have no respect for anyone but themselves.
"Howard, ten points from Hufflepuff. If I see anyone ever attempt to pass notes in my class again, you will find yourself in detention. Now let's see what it said." I smirked at the shrill boy. It was somewhat of a talking note.
"Sir could you please." He started but I cut him off. Too bad. I can have more fun.
"Quiet. Now this is to Miss Klauds, a Slytherin." I smirked even more. Interesting pair, "Kristen, please accept my invitation to the Formal in a week. I would really appreciate it. Miss Klauds, you're answer." I had pure joy in embarrassing them.
"Not in your life you Hufflepuff. Didn't you get the memo that says that I am popular and you are clearly not? I'm going with Travis, he's in sixth year." I had some admiration for the girl, she was like me. Then again I had some distress about the boy. Rejection, I heard never experienced, was tough.
I lay awake in my bed, again. She has been ignoring me, and my owls. I would ignore myself if I had treated me the way I treated her. It was for her own good. Then again, what about my own good? Did anyone care about my good? None did.
That was it. I couldn't stand it anymore. I had no classes for the rest of the day again. She on the other hand had her last class start five minutes ago.
I heard her dismiss and went in immediately after. A boy was there to ask her a question.
"So it's like Travniarus Kaprimarta?" He said waving his wand at a chair. The chair did not budge or do anything. I smirked to myself.
"You pronounced it wrong kid." I said then corrected him and made the chair lose its legs. He soon tried after and it worked.
"Thank you, Professor Malfoy. Professor Granger, I was also wondering..." I had enough of this kid. He was annoying me by taking away my time.
"Out." I bellowed at him. He soon after ran out. Of course anyone would be scared of me.
There she stood so innocent. Her robes were open to show a mini skirt and a blouse. Her eyed widened in fury.
"Malfoy, in my classroom you do not interfere with anyone-" I could not take it anymore so I closed in all the speed between us.
I tried to gain entry into her mouth, but did not succeed yet. Then I backed her up against a wall. She had only responded slightly.
"You cannot just treat me like crap one day, then the next come in here, and..." I tried to kiss her, but she refused. "No. Let me finish. You cannot come in here after Saturday and just kiss me. I gave you enough opportunities." I looked in her eyes.
I enjoyed watching her eyes flare, "I'm sorry." I told her honestly. She couldn't believe it. It was a sight to see. I had only apologized twice in my life and both times to her.
I then made another daring move and closed in the space. I let go of her and worked my hands under her skirt. She squirmed loudly.
"Don't worry. You will like it." I smirked at her. I knew that those places were new. No one, including herself most likely, hat ever touched places so intimate.
She loosened up. She trusted me now. I worked magic on her and lived again when I heard her moan.
"Malfoy." She moaned for the first time. I stopped in rage and backed away.
"I'm not just Malfoy. My name is Draco. Say it! Draco." I told her. She looked at me confused and reluctant.
"Draco." She had been born to say it. There was no one else that should ever say it like that.
This was wrong. She would regret it. I don't care what she says of anyone says. I would be a criminal to take away something so special.
"You would regret it." For the second time I stopped her. She looked at me confused.
"Do you... Want to talk?" She had said the magic words. From that moment I had a special bond with her.
"I'd love to. Would you like to go to my quarters?" I asked her as my first true smiled graced my face.
"That would be nice. You should smile more often Draco." She complimented me as we began our journey.
We had not realized that the first Quidditch match was today. The tradition of Gryffindor and Slytherin had been replaced so we both did not bother to go.
We did however step together in a rush of students. Whispers and suspicions immediately followed. I glared at the students and dared them to say anything else.
Hermione on the other hand just grabbed my hand and led me out. More whispers followed. She waved them off.
"So what about the great Malfoy line?" She had to ask me the question I dreaded answering.
"What about it?" I asked disgustedly. She shifted uncomfortably. She had a look of sadness about her.
"You are such and honorable person." Compliments I did not need to receive.
"I am not my father." I answered thinking of how I saw my father go out with women every night while he beat my mother. Noises in the bedroom and sounds of my mother crying brought sadness to me.
Although I hated my father my mother always showed some kind of love. She could not show it openly and now that I was older I appreciated it. I had sworn to get her out of there as soon as possible.
"It's the past. And yours?" I asked truly interested in Muggle ways. She grinned at me.
"They're Muggles." She answered raising her eyebrow. I chuckled slightly.
"So I noticed. So what about Hogwarts? I have wanted to know ever since... Did you really sneak out a dragon?" Her jaw suddenly became quite clenched. I laughed again.
"Yes. You were right. We did use Harry's invisibility cloak though." So I was right then.
For the first time in my life I went to bed without regrets. I went to bed happily, with dreams of my angel instead of my father suffering deservingly in prison.
Lisa,(PUDDLEDUCK02) what the hell was that?!?!?! I leave you good reviews and u leave me this "I can just see McGonagall smiling at Hermione like she was an angel... It's great so far and thanks much for your help with my ff." Pshh...... I should flame u.... lol
YALL THANK LISA NOW!!! IF IT WERENT FOR HER IW OULDNT HAVE POSTED AGAIN
DISCLAIMER: I DONT OWN HP GOD DAMMIT!!
POST OotP FICCY!!
TO MR. SIRIUS BLACK
Chapter 2
Surprise, Surprise
I sat there stunned. People were applauding and motioning me to take a bow or something. I really didn't pay attention to anyone else. I finally then decided to stand up.
"Granger." I smirked with uttermost disgust at her. She glared at me frowning. The whole room suddenly became weary of what would happen. All the older students had probably warned the younger ones by now.
"Malfoy. How nice to see you." She said sarcastically as she took my outstretched hand. Being the cordial human being I was I grabbed it and shook it, not caring if I had 'accidentally' gripped it too hard, because she had winced.
"The pleasure is all mine." I returned her sarcastic greeting. I then leant in to her causing some uneasiness between the teachers and students. "We both know you're not as qualified as I am Granger. You can just go home and hand the job to Potter or Weasley."
She had clearly only been surprised at the facts that I had gotten over such petty nicknames as Mudblood or Potty. The insults lost no venom except that I tried to tone them down a bit.
"Malfoy don't flatter yourself. I would love to forgot this assignment and just go home to by friends. Unlike you I have some." She whispered to me.
The foolish old man's eyes twinkled about something. The other teachers had clearly had some idea of what was going to happen if they didn't break it up. The students looked slightly scared and didn't say a word.
"Welcome Professors. Please be seated." McGonagall said attempting, but failing miserably at keeping her voice steady.
"Thank you Professor McGonagall." I heard Granger say happily. How that tone annoyed me. I myself did not bother with any kind of thanks. I simply nodded and let go of Granger's hand to sit back down.
The next day the classes did not go much better. A third year could barely do anything. It was more than pathetic.
At the end of the day, I had one free period. I decided to watch Granger stumble and fall on her ass. Why not? I might as well have some enjoyment in my life, if not much.
On my way I had managed to take away points from three Gryffindors. I smirked as I walked into the classroom.
"...basic principal is swish and flick... Malfoy, to what do I owe this little disruption of yours to?" She asked me clearly annoyed. Her first years looked at me and shrunk back into their seats.
"I was just going to watch a bit, Professor." I said purposely elongating the word professor just to annoy her a bit more.
"That's fine, Draco." She told her as she attempted a bit of an evil smirk herself which she accomplished quite well I might add.
That class had been different from what I remember our Gryffindor Slytherin class. The majority of the class had accomplished the basic Wingardium Leviosa with a feather. She of course being herself just had to correct them, and the truth is that it helped.
"Homework is... You know what? You guys did great. No homework. I'll see you on Wednesday. You are dismissed." There was defiantly no chance that Flitwick would ever have let us get away with no homework.
"So Malfoy, did you learn to cast a proper charm from me?" She was taunting me. There was no way that she wasn't.
"What kind of charm? I could help you." I said getting dangerously close to her. She clearly was both uncomfortable and enjoying this. It was quite funny to see her like this.
"I...I" She stuttered. This was a moment to remember. Hermione Granger stuttered.
I then decided to make a habit out of irritating her. For now, I can work with this. Getting even closer to her was nearly impossible by now. There was no space between us whatsoever.
What I did next was something that surprised myself. I kissed her losing all my self control. What surprised me even more was that she kissed me back.
I can't remember what the appeal of her is. Maybe is was that she was an innocent little school girl in a very adult woman. For everyone but her knows that she is as much of a heart throb as I am.
I myself am not innocent in the least bit. I've bedded my share of girls as well as a lot of other peoples' shares of girls. None were anything but a simple fuck.
I had always wanted some kind of closure. It is hard to admit that to myself, but I wanted closure and still do. I wanted to talk to someone. Most women simply did it as much as I asked them to then bragged to their friends. That had irritated me so much.
The women that did talk, were very simply put, boring. None really cared for me. I didn't care for them.
I had always wanted something that I could not have. Something that no one knows I wanted. I wanted what Weasley had. No fame, no glory, no attention, but simplicity and real friends. I wanted to find someone I cared for and be able to talk to them about anything and be completely honest.
"No. You'll regret it." I told her very reluctantly as she was unbuttoned her shirt.
She looked at me in a hurt sort of way. I don't know why it broke my heart, but it did. She was so...
"Innocent. I can't seduce you. What have I become?" I thought aloud to myself. What was I becoming? She was innocent and I wasn't. She didn't know what she was doing. I was not going to decide her life for her like my father had for me.
"I am not a child, Malfoy." She told me being her own stubborn self. She hadn't done this before. I could tell.
"You aren't Hermione. But if you have to call me Malfoy then go on." I said using all of my self control to walk out and not take her right there in that classroom.
On my way out I could have sworn that I saw a large spider's web or something else that was long and white. Maybe I was just dreaming.
Why hadn't I taken her? Had her then just walked away from her life forever. Or use her like I did with some other people? Could I truly care for a person enough? Or was I just feeling guilty because she was a virgin? I was probably feeling guilty. It took me a lot of time to convince myself that.
That night I did something I hadn't done since I was a small child. I cried. I want her so badly. More than anything in my whole life. I would give anything to be with her. I guess that's why I owled her.
The next day was already a Saturday. I decided to skip breakfast and just go outside to take a walk on the grounds.
The day was gloomy and very foggy. You really couldn't see anything outside. I decided to stick to the lakeside so as not to get lost.
Someone clearly had the same thought as I did, because I had tripped on a person. I hope.
"Watch it." It was Hermione's voice, clearly. I didn't know what to do. She would recognize my voice and say something. I didn't have enough strength to talk to her without losing my self control.
"I'm sorry." I simply said settling for a quick apology and then an escape from her. She had other hand had plans.
She stood up in front of me quickly and took my hands. I blinked not knowing what to do. If I kept my cool, calm, Malfoy exterior then I had some chance of getting her to leave me alone.
"We need to talk about yesterday after my class." Damn she was right. I still did not have intentions of staying and ruining some part of her life that she most likely held sacred.
"What is it?" I asked her cruelly. She immediately let go of me. I still could not make out much because of the miasma, but she had some sort of poignant expression on her face.
"I thought you had changed." She said as she walked away. I wanted so desperately to follow her and hold her in my arms forever.
By now after only about three days of coming into contact with her it was clear that I in fact did have feelings for her. Then, if I truly did have feelings for her, I must not drag her down into my family. Into my name.
The other thing was that it was very hard to see and for all I know she could be twisting and turning around running from me.
I sighed heading inside for the confines of my quarters.
Stupid fourth years. They have no clue about anything. I remember in my fourth year that we were somewhat competent. These children have no respect for anyone but themselves.
"Howard, ten points from Hufflepuff. If I see anyone ever attempt to pass notes in my class again, you will find yourself in detention. Now let's see what it said." I smirked at the shrill boy. It was somewhat of a talking note.
"Sir could you please." He started but I cut him off. Too bad. I can have more fun.
"Quiet. Now this is to Miss Klauds, a Slytherin." I smirked even more. Interesting pair, "Kristen, please accept my invitation to the Formal in a week. I would really appreciate it. Miss Klauds, you're answer." I had pure joy in embarrassing them.
"Not in your life you Hufflepuff. Didn't you get the memo that says that I am popular and you are clearly not? I'm going with Travis, he's in sixth year." I had some admiration for the girl, she was like me. Then again I had some distress about the boy. Rejection, I heard never experienced, was tough.
I lay awake in my bed, again. She has been ignoring me, and my owls. I would ignore myself if I had treated me the way I treated her. It was for her own good. Then again, what about my own good? Did anyone care about my good? None did.
That was it. I couldn't stand it anymore. I had no classes for the rest of the day again. She on the other hand had her last class start five minutes ago.
I heard her dismiss and went in immediately after. A boy was there to ask her a question.
"So it's like Travniarus Kaprimarta?" He said waving his wand at a chair. The chair did not budge or do anything. I smirked to myself.
"You pronounced it wrong kid." I said then corrected him and made the chair lose its legs. He soon tried after and it worked.
"Thank you, Professor Malfoy. Professor Granger, I was also wondering..." I had enough of this kid. He was annoying me by taking away my time.
"Out." I bellowed at him. He soon after ran out. Of course anyone would be scared of me.
There she stood so innocent. Her robes were open to show a mini skirt and a blouse. Her eyed widened in fury.
"Malfoy, in my classroom you do not interfere with anyone-" I could not take it anymore so I closed in all the speed between us.
I tried to gain entry into her mouth, but did not succeed yet. Then I backed her up against a wall. She had only responded slightly.
"You cannot just treat me like crap one day, then the next come in here, and..." I tried to kiss her, but she refused. "No. Let me finish. You cannot come in here after Saturday and just kiss me. I gave you enough opportunities." I looked in her eyes.
I enjoyed watching her eyes flare, "I'm sorry." I told her honestly. She couldn't believe it. It was a sight to see. I had only apologized twice in my life and both times to her.
I then made another daring move and closed in the space. I let go of her and worked my hands under her skirt. She squirmed loudly.
"Don't worry. You will like it." I smirked at her. I knew that those places were new. No one, including herself most likely, hat ever touched places so intimate.
She loosened up. She trusted me now. I worked magic on her and lived again when I heard her moan.
"Malfoy." She moaned for the first time. I stopped in rage and backed away.
"I'm not just Malfoy. My name is Draco. Say it! Draco." I told her. She looked at me confused and reluctant.
"Draco." She had been born to say it. There was no one else that should ever say it like that.
This was wrong. She would regret it. I don't care what she says of anyone says. I would be a criminal to take away something so special.
"You would regret it." For the second time I stopped her. She looked at me confused.
"Do you... Want to talk?" She had said the magic words. From that moment I had a special bond with her.
"I'd love to. Would you like to go to my quarters?" I asked her as my first true smiled graced my face.
"That would be nice. You should smile more often Draco." She complimented me as we began our journey.
We had not realized that the first Quidditch match was today. The tradition of Gryffindor and Slytherin had been replaced so we both did not bother to go.
We did however step together in a rush of students. Whispers and suspicions immediately followed. I glared at the students and dared them to say anything else.
Hermione on the other hand just grabbed my hand and led me out. More whispers followed. She waved them off.
"So what about the great Malfoy line?" She had to ask me the question I dreaded answering.
"What about it?" I asked disgustedly. She shifted uncomfortably. She had a look of sadness about her.
"You are such and honorable person." Compliments I did not need to receive.
"I am not my father." I answered thinking of how I saw my father go out with women every night while he beat my mother. Noises in the bedroom and sounds of my mother crying brought sadness to me.
Although I hated my father my mother always showed some kind of love. She could not show it openly and now that I was older I appreciated it. I had sworn to get her out of there as soon as possible.
"It's the past. And yours?" I asked truly interested in Muggle ways. She grinned at me.
"They're Muggles." She answered raising her eyebrow. I chuckled slightly.
"So I noticed. So what about Hogwarts? I have wanted to know ever since... Did you really sneak out a dragon?" Her jaw suddenly became quite clenched. I laughed again.
"Yes. You were right. We did use Harry's invisibility cloak though." So I was right then.
For the first time in my life I went to bed without regrets. I went to bed happily, with dreams of my angel instead of my father suffering deservingly in prison.