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A/N: Hey, thank you to the few who have been reviewing! Its, GREAT reading them! One of you told me I inspired them to write a story of your own, and that was so AWSOME!!! ((By the way, I read the story, it sounds good! Keep posting!)) But, some have been telling me off for my short chapters. Especially Geni. Geni, I don't believe your chapters are any longer....because you HAVEN'T WRITTEN ANYTHING! How can you contradict MY story, when you don't write?!? But it's ok. My chapters are just a tad short. ***COUGH*** so I am going to try to make them longer.
~*~ Payback and Panties ~*~
-Saturday Morning-
"Quidditch Tryouts will be held tomorrow. If you want to tryout to be Keeper, come down the pitch at 5:00 pm." Harry's voice rang out. He was standing in front of the Common Room fire, which only remained as a glowing pile of ember. All of the Gryffindor's stopped to listen then went back to their business when he finished. Fred and George were surrounded by 2nd years, who wanted to buy some new trick then invented. Lavender and Alicia was gossiping to a group of girls near the stairs, and Neville was practicing a transfiguration spell, that should turn his toad into a nail.
"Harry, I am a shoe-in, right?" Ron asked, continuing his game of Exploding Snap with Dean, who was starring at Lavender dreamily.
"Ron, you have to try out, it would be unfair if I just picked you, being Captain and all." Harry replied, but gave him a wink when no one was looking.
"Hey Harry, what do you think of Hermione? Do you think she'll try out?"
"Hermy? No, I think she is going to study for N.E.W.T.S. all year." He replied, sitting down in a puffy burgundy chair. Ron won the game (Dean didn't even notice the hem of his robe had caught fire) and sat down next to him.
"HEY DEAN! SMOKING IS BAD FOR YOUR HEALTH!" George yelled, staring at him with a wide grin. Dean came back to reality and tried to stomp out the small flames. The Common room erupted with laughter as they watched him dance around. He looked like he was trying to River dance! The flame went out after a couple of minuets, but he robe smelled like burnt rubber, and was 2 inches shorter on one side.
"I knew it was on fire, I was just testing our friendship, wanted to see if you'd let me burn or not." Dean replied to George, who was doubled over in a fit of giggles. Dean's cheeks reddened.
Ron poked Harry, than to the corridor, because the room was to noisy now to hear anything. Harry nodded, than followed him outside.
"Yeah?" Harry said when they were a few feet from the Fat Ladies portrait, so they were out of hearing range.
"Listen. It's about Hermione. She is Head Girl, and Malfoys Head Boy.... I just don't trust him, Harry. I wouldn't trust him with a hard boiled egg, let alone Hermy." Harry had never hears Ron so serious.
"I know, but Hermione know if he ever tries to pull anything on her, she can tell us." Harry replied, looking at the red head. They nodded and walked to the library, Snape's 5 foot essay on the Amarno Potion wouldn't write itself.
-Perfects Place-
Hermione tossed around on her bed, covering her face with the Red comforter. Nothing could soak up the sunlight her open window allowed in. She reluctantly sat up in her bed and drew her legs out from under the heavy blankets. Standing up, she tied up her frizzy hair into a tight bun, than walked out onto her balcony. She blinked a few times at the sudden brightness, but the suns rays warmed her up.
She was wearing little ((Not to little)) black shorts that had yellow moons all over them, and a yellow tank top that showed the bottom of her stomach, with a big black moon in the center. "It's so beautiful out here..." she mumbled to her self, admiring the view. The sun seemed to reflect on the grass, making it seem like the yard was surrounded by gold. She sat down on the balcony wall, hanging her feet over the side. She didn't even care about the fact that if anyone were to push her, she would probably die.
"What are you doing?" came a voice nearby. A voice that made her stare become a glare.
"What do you want Malfoy." She called behind her, not turning around. Draco was on his balcony, standing on the edge, back against the wall. His hair wasn't spiked, or glued to his scalp. It was just lying on his head in a natural matter, and that is very odd for him. He crossed his arms at her bitterness.
"I just wanted to know if you were trying to commit suicide." He replied, staring at the back of her head. His gazed covered her entire back, which was drenched in sunlight. At the top of her pants was a purple sting, connected to the top of a pink triangle. He could only see very little but he knew what it was. *Nice thong Granger. When did you stop wearing granny panties?* He chuckled at that thought.
"What's so funny, did you discover a mirror?" She replied harshly. She had turned around and followed his gaze. Her eyes widened and she spun around. He continued to smirk as she pulled her shorts up. He stared at her legs, which were not skinny, but DEFINITELY not fat. They were tanned and smooth. His eyes followed up her legs to her stomach, which was skinny and also tanned. Hermione noticed his looks, and groaned.
"What are you staring at?" She asked, placing a hand on her hip and giving him his own trademark smirk. He looked at her and his sneer grew.
"I am just trying to figure out where good girl Granger found a thong." He replied coolly. He thought Hermione would start yelling at him, but she did the exact opposite.
"Why do you care Malfoy, want one for your self? The tag is on the back, but... I can't read it." She pulled her head around to stare at her but, than back at him. She giggled as his eyes widened. *I am going to teach him not to hurt girls* she thought to herself.
"Want any help?" He shot back, raising one eyebrow and uncrossed his arms. Then, quick as a flash, he jumped from his balcony and onto hers. He walked closer, and saw Hermione give him a seductive smile. *This is going to be easier than I though!* He said to himself.
"Now Malfoy, I am a mudblood. You don't want to go and touch me now do you?" She spiced up the game they were playing. They both knew the rules, but didn't have to say anything. She licked her lips and looked up into his eyes, which were a light shade of Gray. Maybe even hazel.
"I haven't called you that all year, and I wouldn't mind taking a sneak at the label." He closed in on her and pulled her close. Her chest was tight to his, and his arms were wrapped around her hips. *Ewww... gross! I can't believe I am doing this with a MALFOY! But I am doing it to teach him a lesson! Nothing personal* But she couldn't help but fell her stomach flutter as his hand traveled down her leg. She enjoyed the warmth of his body against her, and she couldn't help it. But he felt the exact same way.
*Gross. I am flitering with a mudblood! But it is only for the bet!* He placed his hand under her knee, forcing it to bend. Then placed it on his hip, as if they were salsa dancing. She kept it there as his hand glided to the back of her head, and forced her face towards his.
The kiss. The kiss between a Malfoy and Granger. It seemed as if time stood still for that time. As if it wasn't real, but just a dream. But neither one wanted to wake up, although they would never admit it if their lives depended on it. Hermione's lips touched his, and a zing swarmed her body.
She wrapped her arms around the back of his head, mentally telling him 'more'. He slid his tounge through her lips and against her teeth, asking for an entrance. At first, she was still shocked to do anything. But then opened her mouth and returned with her own tounge moments later. After a couple of seconds of heaven, she jerked her head back, forcing her body away from his. He was reluctant to let go, and his lips here still pursed when he opened his eyes to a glaring Granger.
"Draco, I will never love you and don't you dare touch me again!" She repeated the same argument Draco said the Pansy 5 days ago. Dracos face dropped, and his eyes almost reddened with anger. "You are a good argument for abortions you albino." She finished. *That should teach him!*
*NO! I can not lose this bet!!! YOU FUCKING MUDBLOOD! HOW DARE YOU TRY TO TRICK ME! I'LL SHOW YOU!* he mentally screamed at her. He stared daggers as she sneered at him, than made her way towards her room, closing the doors behind her. Than she went into the bathroom and brushed her teeth. She could still feel the after shocks of their kiss, and the thought of her enjoying it was sickening. After attempting to wipe away any reminders of Draco from her mouth, she changed and went to Lunch. She had slept in.
A/N: Hey, thank you to the few who have been reviewing! Its, GREAT reading them! One of you told me I inspired them to write a story of your own, and that was so AWSOME!!! ((By the way, I read the story, it sounds good! Keep posting!)) But, some have been telling me off for my short chapters. Especially Geni. Geni, I don't believe your chapters are any longer....because you HAVEN'T WRITTEN ANYTHING! How can you contradict MY story, when you don't write?!? But it's ok. My chapters are just a tad short. ***COUGH*** so I am going to try to make them longer.
~*~ Payback and Panties ~*~
-Saturday Morning-
"Quidditch Tryouts will be held tomorrow. If you want to tryout to be Keeper, come down the pitch at 5:00 pm." Harry's voice rang out. He was standing in front of the Common Room fire, which only remained as a glowing pile of ember. All of the Gryffindor's stopped to listen then went back to their business when he finished. Fred and George were surrounded by 2nd years, who wanted to buy some new trick then invented. Lavender and Alicia was gossiping to a group of girls near the stairs, and Neville was practicing a transfiguration spell, that should turn his toad into a nail.
"Harry, I am a shoe-in, right?" Ron asked, continuing his game of Exploding Snap with Dean, who was starring at Lavender dreamily.
"Ron, you have to try out, it would be unfair if I just picked you, being Captain and all." Harry replied, but gave him a wink when no one was looking.
"Hey Harry, what do you think of Hermione? Do you think she'll try out?"
"Hermy? No, I think she is going to study for N.E.W.T.S. all year." He replied, sitting down in a puffy burgundy chair. Ron won the game (Dean didn't even notice the hem of his robe had caught fire) and sat down next to him.
"HEY DEAN! SMOKING IS BAD FOR YOUR HEALTH!" George yelled, staring at him with a wide grin. Dean came back to reality and tried to stomp out the small flames. The Common room erupted with laughter as they watched him dance around. He looked like he was trying to River dance! The flame went out after a couple of minuets, but he robe smelled like burnt rubber, and was 2 inches shorter on one side.
"I knew it was on fire, I was just testing our friendship, wanted to see if you'd let me burn or not." Dean replied to George, who was doubled over in a fit of giggles. Dean's cheeks reddened.
Ron poked Harry, than to the corridor, because the room was to noisy now to hear anything. Harry nodded, than followed him outside.
"Yeah?" Harry said when they were a few feet from the Fat Ladies portrait, so they were out of hearing range.
"Listen. It's about Hermione. She is Head Girl, and Malfoys Head Boy.... I just don't trust him, Harry. I wouldn't trust him with a hard boiled egg, let alone Hermy." Harry had never hears Ron so serious.
"I know, but Hermione know if he ever tries to pull anything on her, she can tell us." Harry replied, looking at the red head. They nodded and walked to the library, Snape's 5 foot essay on the Amarno Potion wouldn't write itself.
-Perfects Place-
Hermione tossed around on her bed, covering her face with the Red comforter. Nothing could soak up the sunlight her open window allowed in. She reluctantly sat up in her bed and drew her legs out from under the heavy blankets. Standing up, she tied up her frizzy hair into a tight bun, than walked out onto her balcony. She blinked a few times at the sudden brightness, but the suns rays warmed her up.
She was wearing little ((Not to little)) black shorts that had yellow moons all over them, and a yellow tank top that showed the bottom of her stomach, with a big black moon in the center. "It's so beautiful out here..." she mumbled to her self, admiring the view. The sun seemed to reflect on the grass, making it seem like the yard was surrounded by gold. She sat down on the balcony wall, hanging her feet over the side. She didn't even care about the fact that if anyone were to push her, she would probably die.
"What are you doing?" came a voice nearby. A voice that made her stare become a glare.
"What do you want Malfoy." She called behind her, not turning around. Draco was on his balcony, standing on the edge, back against the wall. His hair wasn't spiked, or glued to his scalp. It was just lying on his head in a natural matter, and that is very odd for him. He crossed his arms at her bitterness.
"I just wanted to know if you were trying to commit suicide." He replied, staring at the back of her head. His gazed covered her entire back, which was drenched in sunlight. At the top of her pants was a purple sting, connected to the top of a pink triangle. He could only see very little but he knew what it was. *Nice thong Granger. When did you stop wearing granny panties?* He chuckled at that thought.
"What's so funny, did you discover a mirror?" She replied harshly. She had turned around and followed his gaze. Her eyes widened and she spun around. He continued to smirk as she pulled her shorts up. He stared at her legs, which were not skinny, but DEFINITELY not fat. They were tanned and smooth. His eyes followed up her legs to her stomach, which was skinny and also tanned. Hermione noticed his looks, and groaned.
"What are you staring at?" She asked, placing a hand on her hip and giving him his own trademark smirk. He looked at her and his sneer grew.
"I am just trying to figure out where good girl Granger found a thong." He replied coolly. He thought Hermione would start yelling at him, but she did the exact opposite.
"Why do you care Malfoy, want one for your self? The tag is on the back, but... I can't read it." She pulled her head around to stare at her but, than back at him. She giggled as his eyes widened. *I am going to teach him not to hurt girls* she thought to herself.
"Want any help?" He shot back, raising one eyebrow and uncrossed his arms. Then, quick as a flash, he jumped from his balcony and onto hers. He walked closer, and saw Hermione give him a seductive smile. *This is going to be easier than I though!* He said to himself.
"Now Malfoy, I am a mudblood. You don't want to go and touch me now do you?" She spiced up the game they were playing. They both knew the rules, but didn't have to say anything. She licked her lips and looked up into his eyes, which were a light shade of Gray. Maybe even hazel.
"I haven't called you that all year, and I wouldn't mind taking a sneak at the label." He closed in on her and pulled her close. Her chest was tight to his, and his arms were wrapped around her hips. *Ewww... gross! I can't believe I am doing this with a MALFOY! But I am doing it to teach him a lesson! Nothing personal* But she couldn't help but fell her stomach flutter as his hand traveled down her leg. She enjoyed the warmth of his body against her, and she couldn't help it. But he felt the exact same way.
*Gross. I am flitering with a mudblood! But it is only for the bet!* He placed his hand under her knee, forcing it to bend. Then placed it on his hip, as if they were salsa dancing. She kept it there as his hand glided to the back of her head, and forced her face towards his.
The kiss. The kiss between a Malfoy and Granger. It seemed as if time stood still for that time. As if it wasn't real, but just a dream. But neither one wanted to wake up, although they would never admit it if their lives depended on it. Hermione's lips touched his, and a zing swarmed her body.
She wrapped her arms around the back of his head, mentally telling him 'more'. He slid his tounge through her lips and against her teeth, asking for an entrance. At first, she was still shocked to do anything. But then opened her mouth and returned with her own tounge moments later. After a couple of seconds of heaven, she jerked her head back, forcing her body away from his. He was reluctant to let go, and his lips here still pursed when he opened his eyes to a glaring Granger.
"Draco, I will never love you and don't you dare touch me again!" She repeated the same argument Draco said the Pansy 5 days ago. Dracos face dropped, and his eyes almost reddened with anger. "You are a good argument for abortions you albino." She finished. *That should teach him!*
*NO! I can not lose this bet!!! YOU FUCKING MUDBLOOD! HOW DARE YOU TRY TO TRICK ME! I'LL SHOW YOU!* he mentally screamed at her. He stared daggers as she sneered at him, than made her way towards her room, closing the doors behind her. Than she went into the bathroom and brushed her teeth. She could still feel the after shocks of their kiss, and the thought of her enjoying it was sickening. After attempting to wipe away any reminders of Draco from her mouth, she changed and went to Lunch. She had slept in.
