"Emotionless"
Addicted Sinner
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A/N: Chapter two! O_o; Yay. It's almost one in the morning.. Aha.. Frostys gonna rape Kacie.. Anyways, I was thinking adding another chapter or two would be good. ::Shrug:: I dunno. R and R. Whee.
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The two seventh years were lead upstairs past their regular dorms to an oak door with a painting of a Mermaid on it. "Now," Professor McGonagall started "the password to open this is 'Abakazine' and I trust you two will be following the rules just like every other year?" she arched a brow towards them, who had blank expressions on there faces. "Right. Curfew is at ten tonight. Classes start tomorrow. Schedules will be passed out bright an early. Be on time." A small smile crossed lips then turned into a straight lined frown once more before she left. Hermione and Draco looked to each other before she mumbled the password and stepped inside.
A fireplace was already lit, along with two doors leading to their separate rooms, and big poofy couches in the middle of the room, surrounded by colors of all four houses to give just the right touch. It was actually one of the best things Hermione had ever seen, and never knew the teachers would go this far for their Head boy and girl.
"Pfft. I've seen better. They think this is so great? They should the Malfoy Manor.." the blonde boy said glancing around. "Much bigger then this contraption.. Neater and better colors, also.." he finished to no one in particular even though Hermione was right by him. She glared at him and opened her mouth to say something but he was quicker. "Yet I'm guessing that you're about to tell me that I shouldn't 'speak so low of the school and what it does for us', Am I correct Granger?" another smirk crossed his face as he put his arms over his chest.
"Maybe. What I want to know is why you were chosen to be Head boy? And what happened to Justin? And why the hell did they pair me up with someone I hate?!" Questions came and went from her mouth as her face went crimson with anger.
"I'm surprised you couldn't figure that out yourself, Mudblood. Perhaps your brain is finally loosing its cells and you're getting dumber by the minute?" Another glare in his direction, but he didn't catch it. Malfoy was sitting on the arm of a couch, naming of the questions and answers on his fingers.
"First off, They choose me for Head Boy because I'm the only one with grades as high as yours.." a shocked and disapproving look came over her. "What? You really think they would choose your boyfriend Weasel, or the 'Boy-who-should-have-died?' Ha. That's a laugh. I'm surprised they even make high enough marks to pass to the next year.." he commented but kept going.
"Secondly, Justin got in an accident, he's fine though, and in care. He'll be back in the middle of the year at the latest but by then I'll have known all of what to do, so he can't have his position back. And lastly, I honestly don't give a damn why they paired you up with me. I - for one - know that I should have gotten this job in the first place even if I did have you as a partner for the year." He looked over to her.
His words hadn't hurt her, though. They never did. It was just so funny how her face turned red over the stupidest things and how mad she easily got.. it was hilarious if you looked at it right. Draco got up and walked over to her, just noticing how she changed over the summer. She had grown a few inches, and her hair was shorter and less bushy. 'Still weak though.. How sad.' He thought before making his way to the front of the door and looked back. "Now if you're done with all of the questioning I'll be going to bed. And do not disturb me. Got it?"
Her expression bore a frown, and he took that for a yes before entering his room and closing the door leaving her to her thoughts.
"Stupid Malfoy.. Always thinks he's right and shit.. Has to be the best or he goes crying to his father." Hermione mumbled as she brought out her Pajamas and changed. The year was finally looking up for her, then it crashed and hit hell. Why did they have to choose Malfoy anyways? The one person in the school who she couldn't stand. Secretly, the girl wished he vanished over the summer and not a trace would be heard from him again - but not everything comes true as she soon found out.
"Damn pureblooded bastard.." Hermione grumbled as she slipped under the comforter in her bed, turning out the lights and glancing out the window. "Hopefully tomorrow will be better.. And he won't be such an ass." Eyes closed slowly as Hermione fell into a deep sleep, not knowing that in the other room, her 'partner' was having the same thoughts.
"Damn Muggle-born Granger. Why the hell does she always have to have better grades then me?" he eyes cast a narrow dangerous glare to them as he took of his jeans and shirt only to be left in boxers. "Someone else should have been Head girl this year. Not that sorry excuse for a witch. Even if the others are dumb as rocks, It would have been better. Wait until my father hears about this." His eyes closed as well as a dreamless sleep came over him..
"Jeez, sorry about yesterday Hermione. Has Malfoy gotten on your last nerve yet?" Harry asked, grabbing some Pumpkin juice and eggs.
"No, not yet. He almost pushed me over the limit last night though. Saying how his home and all his much better then here. The usual. Nothing new." She replied sighing a bit, placing her hand on her chin looking at the red headed boy infront of her eat some food.
"You know," he started
"Ron, please. Chew and swallow. Then talk." She remind him.
"Heh.. Right." A gulp signified he was done then he was off talking again. "What I was saying is, if he ever gets to you or threatens you, you can always count on me and Harry to be there to help you out." His usual shy smile came to play. She couldn't help but smile back. How sweet, dimwitted and caring he was when it came to Hermione. The threats towards the three boys were all the same though.
'I'm going to blast you to oblivion' one day. 'Eat slugs Malfoy' another (which didn't turn out too well. Ron was throwing up slugs all day.) And random hexes and spells thrown to each other. Although Draco possessed something more then they had. He had power. And knew a lot more curses to do damage to either of them. 'Poor Ron..' she thought, but was interrupted from her thoughts when the same icy voice spoke again.
"Do you really think you can take me on Weasel? What about your mudblood girlfriend, huh? Wouldn't want her to get hurt would you? Or would she just hold you back and say I'm not worth it like she always does?" Hermione didn't have to turn around to know who it was. Glancing over though, Ron was turning a bright shade of red. From embarrassment or anger, she wasn't sure.
"Alright Malfoy. You want me and Harry to take you on? You got it! Tonight by the Quidditch fields. Midnight."
"And since when are you the one to tell me what to do, Weasel? I say when, where and how we fight. Tonight won't be good, though. How about next century when you've finally mastered your skills to say a simple spell right?" the blonde retorted. An uproar of laughter came from the Slytherin table - who had obviously been listening it. Ron's ears now matched his hair as he slowly slid into his seat. Malfoy's famous smirk was back as he left the Great Hall to spend the last remaining half an hour before classes in his room reading.
"Don't worry Hermione, I'll get him for.." Ron started but looked puzzled when the girl got up and started running for Draco.
"Wonder whats up with her.." Harry said.
"No clue, Harry. No clue."
"Malfoy.. Malfoy! Damnit, Malfoy." Hermione yelled running up the steps. He stopped and glanced over his shoulder a moment before continuing to walk.
"Well if it isn't the Mudblood? Come to tell me it was wrong to yell at your boyfriend like that and I made him look like an ass infront of his Gryffindor buddies?" he stopped once more infront of the painting - saying the password - and entered the common room while an out of breathe Hermione followed slowly behind.
"Yes, actually. Why did you do that to him?"
"Do I really need to answer all of your questions, Granger? I thought you were smarter then me, hmm?"
"God, you get some sick enjoyment out of watching your friends laugh at us don't you?"
"No. Why?"
He could be some frustrating some - correction - all of the time. And she hated him for it.
"Why can't you just answer my god damn question?!" her voice was getting higher now yet her patience was getting lower by the second. He turned abruptly to her, glaring into her eyes. "Me and Weasel are enemies. You and I are enemies. I make your life a living hell, and theres nothing you or anyone of your goody-goody friends can do about it. Got that Mudblood?" He stomped out of the room. She was left behind once more. The anger that had been building up was slowly vanishing but a feeling of emptiness and despair replaced it.
"I hate him." Was all she said before going downstairs to her first class - Potions with the Slytherins.
"If this day could be any more fucking worse." Another sighed escaped her lips as she entered the classroom and sat by alone, waiting for Ron and Harry to enter and join her.
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A/N: Aha.. o_O; Its 1:45 in the morning, and I'm gonna go to bed. @___@; Blah. Stupid insomnia. Anyways. Tell me what you think. I'm assuming its a lot longer then the previous chapter (or maybe not) but feedback is good. ^^ Thanks.
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Addicted Sinner
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A/N: Chapter two! O_o; Yay. It's almost one in the morning.. Aha.. Frostys gonna rape Kacie.. Anyways, I was thinking adding another chapter or two would be good. ::Shrug:: I dunno. R and R. Whee.
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The two seventh years were lead upstairs past their regular dorms to an oak door with a painting of a Mermaid on it. "Now," Professor McGonagall started "the password to open this is 'Abakazine' and I trust you two will be following the rules just like every other year?" she arched a brow towards them, who had blank expressions on there faces. "Right. Curfew is at ten tonight. Classes start tomorrow. Schedules will be passed out bright an early. Be on time." A small smile crossed lips then turned into a straight lined frown once more before she left. Hermione and Draco looked to each other before she mumbled the password and stepped inside.
A fireplace was already lit, along with two doors leading to their separate rooms, and big poofy couches in the middle of the room, surrounded by colors of all four houses to give just the right touch. It was actually one of the best things Hermione had ever seen, and never knew the teachers would go this far for their Head boy and girl.
"Pfft. I've seen better. They think this is so great? They should the Malfoy Manor.." the blonde boy said glancing around. "Much bigger then this contraption.. Neater and better colors, also.." he finished to no one in particular even though Hermione was right by him. She glared at him and opened her mouth to say something but he was quicker. "Yet I'm guessing that you're about to tell me that I shouldn't 'speak so low of the school and what it does for us', Am I correct Granger?" another smirk crossed his face as he put his arms over his chest.
"Maybe. What I want to know is why you were chosen to be Head boy? And what happened to Justin? And why the hell did they pair me up with someone I hate?!" Questions came and went from her mouth as her face went crimson with anger.
"I'm surprised you couldn't figure that out yourself, Mudblood. Perhaps your brain is finally loosing its cells and you're getting dumber by the minute?" Another glare in his direction, but he didn't catch it. Malfoy was sitting on the arm of a couch, naming of the questions and answers on his fingers.
"First off, They choose me for Head Boy because I'm the only one with grades as high as yours.." a shocked and disapproving look came over her. "What? You really think they would choose your boyfriend Weasel, or the 'Boy-who-should-have-died?' Ha. That's a laugh. I'm surprised they even make high enough marks to pass to the next year.." he commented but kept going.
"Secondly, Justin got in an accident, he's fine though, and in care. He'll be back in the middle of the year at the latest but by then I'll have known all of what to do, so he can't have his position back. And lastly, I honestly don't give a damn why they paired you up with me. I - for one - know that I should have gotten this job in the first place even if I did have you as a partner for the year." He looked over to her.
His words hadn't hurt her, though. They never did. It was just so funny how her face turned red over the stupidest things and how mad she easily got.. it was hilarious if you looked at it right. Draco got up and walked over to her, just noticing how she changed over the summer. She had grown a few inches, and her hair was shorter and less bushy. 'Still weak though.. How sad.' He thought before making his way to the front of the door and looked back. "Now if you're done with all of the questioning I'll be going to bed. And do not disturb me. Got it?"
Her expression bore a frown, and he took that for a yes before entering his room and closing the door leaving her to her thoughts.
"Stupid Malfoy.. Always thinks he's right and shit.. Has to be the best or he goes crying to his father." Hermione mumbled as she brought out her Pajamas and changed. The year was finally looking up for her, then it crashed and hit hell. Why did they have to choose Malfoy anyways? The one person in the school who she couldn't stand. Secretly, the girl wished he vanished over the summer and not a trace would be heard from him again - but not everything comes true as she soon found out.
"Damn pureblooded bastard.." Hermione grumbled as she slipped under the comforter in her bed, turning out the lights and glancing out the window. "Hopefully tomorrow will be better.. And he won't be such an ass." Eyes closed slowly as Hermione fell into a deep sleep, not knowing that in the other room, her 'partner' was having the same thoughts.
"Damn Muggle-born Granger. Why the hell does she always have to have better grades then me?" he eyes cast a narrow dangerous glare to them as he took of his jeans and shirt only to be left in boxers. "Someone else should have been Head girl this year. Not that sorry excuse for a witch. Even if the others are dumb as rocks, It would have been better. Wait until my father hears about this." His eyes closed as well as a dreamless sleep came over him..
"Jeez, sorry about yesterday Hermione. Has Malfoy gotten on your last nerve yet?" Harry asked, grabbing some Pumpkin juice and eggs.
"No, not yet. He almost pushed me over the limit last night though. Saying how his home and all his much better then here. The usual. Nothing new." She replied sighing a bit, placing her hand on her chin looking at the red headed boy infront of her eat some food.
"You know," he started
"Ron, please. Chew and swallow. Then talk." She remind him.
"Heh.. Right." A gulp signified he was done then he was off talking again. "What I was saying is, if he ever gets to you or threatens you, you can always count on me and Harry to be there to help you out." His usual shy smile came to play. She couldn't help but smile back. How sweet, dimwitted and caring he was when it came to Hermione. The threats towards the three boys were all the same though.
'I'm going to blast you to oblivion' one day. 'Eat slugs Malfoy' another (which didn't turn out too well. Ron was throwing up slugs all day.) And random hexes and spells thrown to each other. Although Draco possessed something more then they had. He had power. And knew a lot more curses to do damage to either of them. 'Poor Ron..' she thought, but was interrupted from her thoughts when the same icy voice spoke again.
"Do you really think you can take me on Weasel? What about your mudblood girlfriend, huh? Wouldn't want her to get hurt would you? Or would she just hold you back and say I'm not worth it like she always does?" Hermione didn't have to turn around to know who it was. Glancing over though, Ron was turning a bright shade of red. From embarrassment or anger, she wasn't sure.
"Alright Malfoy. You want me and Harry to take you on? You got it! Tonight by the Quidditch fields. Midnight."
"And since when are you the one to tell me what to do, Weasel? I say when, where and how we fight. Tonight won't be good, though. How about next century when you've finally mastered your skills to say a simple spell right?" the blonde retorted. An uproar of laughter came from the Slytherin table - who had obviously been listening it. Ron's ears now matched his hair as he slowly slid into his seat. Malfoy's famous smirk was back as he left the Great Hall to spend the last remaining half an hour before classes in his room reading.
"Don't worry Hermione, I'll get him for.." Ron started but looked puzzled when the girl got up and started running for Draco.
"Wonder whats up with her.." Harry said.
"No clue, Harry. No clue."
"Malfoy.. Malfoy! Damnit, Malfoy." Hermione yelled running up the steps. He stopped and glanced over his shoulder a moment before continuing to walk.
"Well if it isn't the Mudblood? Come to tell me it was wrong to yell at your boyfriend like that and I made him look like an ass infront of his Gryffindor buddies?" he stopped once more infront of the painting - saying the password - and entered the common room while an out of breathe Hermione followed slowly behind.
"Yes, actually. Why did you do that to him?"
"Do I really need to answer all of your questions, Granger? I thought you were smarter then me, hmm?"
"God, you get some sick enjoyment out of watching your friends laugh at us don't you?"
"No. Why?"
He could be some frustrating some - correction - all of the time. And she hated him for it.
"Why can't you just answer my god damn question?!" her voice was getting higher now yet her patience was getting lower by the second. He turned abruptly to her, glaring into her eyes. "Me and Weasel are enemies. You and I are enemies. I make your life a living hell, and theres nothing you or anyone of your goody-goody friends can do about it. Got that Mudblood?" He stomped out of the room. She was left behind once more. The anger that had been building up was slowly vanishing but a feeling of emptiness and despair replaced it.
"I hate him." Was all she said before going downstairs to her first class - Potions with the Slytherins.
"If this day could be any more fucking worse." Another sighed escaped her lips as she entered the classroom and sat by alone, waiting for Ron and Harry to enter and join her.
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A/N: Aha.. o_O; Its 1:45 in the morning, and I'm gonna go to bed. @___@; Blah. Stupid insomnia. Anyways. Tell me what you think. I'm assuming its a lot longer then the previous chapter (or maybe not) but feedback is good. ^^ Thanks.
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