Title: Some Things Never Change... duh.
Author: NewSecretRose... duh.
Summary: In their 7th year, Draco and Hermione are Head Boy and Head Girl.... Everyone knows that it's impossible for them to be even civil to each other, but will romance blossom?
Rating: PG... yeah. That's it. Lame, I know.
Author's Note: I can't do bold or italics! If someone helps me out, I shall be eternally grateful. And they shall get a nice long... er... write back thingy from me. *Smiles*
Chapter 6-
Hermione POV (Am I doing her POV too often? Tell me... or else!!)
'What a complete jerk!' I thought as I raced to the Great Hall. I didn't bother waiting for Ron and Harry. I knew they'd probably get up soon enough, and I didn't want to walk all the way to the Gryffindor common room. When I opened the doors, and stepped inside, a huge wave of chatter hit me at once. 'My gosh,' I thought, 'I didn't realize there were these many people here at Hogwarts.' I walked coolly over to the Gryffindor table and sat down next to Neville.
"Oh, hello. Are you lost? Because this is the Gryffindor table and I don't remember you ever being in our house!" Neville exclaimed, truly lost. 'GOD,' I thought, 'I don't look THAT different!' I smiled mischievously and said to Neville, playing a joke,
"Oui, oui!! I am from, how you say, France!" I rolled my tounge for effect. "Beauxbatons, een fact. Are you fameeleear wiz it?" Neville looked a bit confused, and said,
"Er... well, your school came in our 4th year during the Tri Wizard Tournament. Were you there? I don't think so, as I don't remember you. Are you going to be in Gryffindor? Oh, shoot, you must be already because you're sitting here. Or are you lost? I'm Neville Longbottom, by the way." I laughed so hard. I snorted even. He REALLY was clueless. Men. "Did I say something funny?" he asked.
"Neville, you twit, it's me! Hermione! I can't believe a) you didn't recognize me, and b) you fell for that trick!" I laughed. He turned red. "And you never ramble like that. What's with it?"
"Er... well, you know, pretty girls... I get weird," he muttered. I stopped laughing.
"Neville," I said, "I'm not pretty. Don't even pretend, alright?" He shook his head and reached for a piece of bacon.
"Whatever you say, Hermione," he said. Rolling my eyes, I reached for a tasty looking apple. When I put my hand on it, I felt another hand on top of mine. I looked up to see a really cute boy with bright blue eyes looking at me.
"Oh- I'm really sorry. Go on, you can take it," he said. He was American, I realized, from his accent. I smiled up at him (he was tall) and shook my head.
"No, really, go ahead. It's fine... besides, that pear right there looks pretty tasty to me!" I said. He laughed and held out his hand.
"I'm Jack, and I just moved here from New York." I took his hand and said,
"I'm Hermione Granger. It's nice to meet you." We shook and he took the apple and walked away. I watched him walk over to the Slytherin table and sit next to Malfoy. "Figures," I said to myself. Oh, no. They were looking at me. I grabbed the pear and a schedule and raced out of the room, bumping into Parvati Patil. 'Oh no,' I thought, 'She's going to talk my ear off and I'll never get out of here!'
"Hermione? HEY! How are you?" she asked. I looked to the door that was only a few feet away.
"Oh, you know, I'm fine. How're you?" I responded.
"I'm wonderful. Listen, I'd love to stay and chitchat, but I really gotta run. See you in Transfiguration!" she said, and raced off towards the table. I sighed and left the room. This day was already going downhill.
Draco POV
"Welcome back to another year of Transfiguration," Proffesor McGonagall said in her quiet yet strict voice. "This year we're going to start on perfecting our Animagus forms. I know last year we chose our animals of which we were to, well, transfigure into. Today you'll be paired up with someone who's animal form is compatible with your own. And I'd advise you put that down, Mr. Weasley." Everyone turned and looked at the idiot-who-calls-himself-Ron. He was blushing crimson and stuffing something in his robes.
"Sorry, professor," he mumbled. I saw Granger shoot him a look and he stuck his tongue out at her. As I turned around from their weird little love secene, I heard McGonagall listing the partners. Dear Merlin, don't let me have Granger... after this morning, I wanted nothing to do with her.
"Mr. Potter, you'll be paired up with... hmm... Mr. Zambini," she said. Potter looked horrified. Well, he had a good reason. Blaise was huge and incredibly scary. Not as scary as me, of course. "Mr. Weasley, you have the pleasure of accompanying Mr. Malfoy to help you." WHAT? This is awful. I can't have a blood traitor as a partner. Why, as soon as I get out of here, I'm going to owl my father. "Ms. Granger, you shall be partners with Ms. Parkinson...." Oh, goody. Let's see Pansy give her an awful time. This was going great, besides my idiot partner.
After McGonagall finished listing the partners, I slouched over to the Weasel. "Now what?" I asked scathingly. Weasley ignored me and pulled a chair over to himself. As he sat down, I shot, "Thanks for thinking of me, you tosser." Weasley still ignored me. What was up with that? Hmm. Ahh, well, never mind. It's not any loss, anyhow. This day was going quite smoothly.
Hermione POV
After an awful period of Transfiguration with Ms. COW and a tiring lesson of Herbology, I trudged up to my room. I sank into one of the beautiful armchairs by my cozy fireplace. Closing my eyes, I thought to myself, 'What's wrong with me?' It was true. Something WAS the matter with me. I was 16, going on 17, innocent as a rose, and hadn't ever had a serious boyfriend. Come to think of it, I'd never really had a FUN boyfriend, either. Maybe my innocence was part of my problem. 'I'm so shy and conservative,' I thought. Why, I hadn't even had my first kiss yet. I'd only had one boyfriend, Viktor, of course, but we broke up in sixth year after I learned he'd been going with a Durmstrang girl all the while. I thought back to that day... how awful it truly was.
Flashback
"Ron, you've mixed these two charms up again! How often do I have to tell you?" I said, exasperated. He grinned sloppily, the kind I loved the most.
"Right, Hermione... thanks a lot," he said. I put my arm around him and messed up his hair. "Oy- watch it!" He turned towards me, and looked at me full on in my eyes. "Hermione," he said, "I... er... well, you see... I have something to tell you." I looked away.
"What is it?" I asked, and he opened his mouth.
"Well, I..." he started, but was immediately cut off by the slamming of the portrait. "Harry? What's up?" Harry was breathing heavily and his glasses were askew.
"Hermione... you've got to... to see this," he gasped, while thrusting a paper in my hands. I looked at the headline, and gasped. There, in large bold print was the headline, VIKTOR KRUM TO MARRY GIRLFRIEND OF THREE YEARS.
"Harry- what? Whe... where... where did you get this?" I stammered.
"Malfoy," he said. "He was waving it under my nose to piss me off, and so I grabbed it. He laughed, and said, I quote, 'Looks like you're Mudblood (not that you are one, Hermione) friend is getting a bit of a nasty shock, eh?' Well, I read the title, and raced here.... I'm so sorry, Hermione."
"Harry?" I said, in a high pitched voice that was very unlike my own, "I'm quite tired tonight. See you in the morning... good night, Ron...." I hid the paper behind my back and tried to kiss them on the cheeks goodnight. Instead, I got a mouthful of red hair and glasses. "Argh! Why can't I do anything right?" I screamed, bursting into tears. I raced upstairs and flung myself on the bed, sobbing hysterically for hours and hours and hours....
End Flashback
I never did find out what Ron had to tell me. Ahh... I'd find out sooner or later.... The portrait swung open and Malferret strutted in.
"Good afternoon, bush head," he stated coolly. "Having a nice day? You look like it, all sunken in your pathetic chair with that sullen look on your face. Why, you look absolutely ecstatic!"
"Shut it, Malfoy," I retorted. He walked over to me and laughed.
"Make me, Granger," he said.
"Maybe I will, idiot."
"Maybe you should, beaver."
"Maybe I'm trying to, Ferret Face."
"I don't see you trying."
"Maybe I'm trying to think of a way to make you shut up. You see, what it is with pompous, sick losers like you, you all can't ever shut the heck up. You're always rambling on and on. It's like, can you just can it for like, one moment?"
"Granger, shut up," he said tiredly.
"You can't make me. There's no possible way in..." I was cut off by a pair of soft lips on my own. I immediately pulled back. "EW! Why would you KISS me? The absolute LAST thing from my mind is for you to kiss me!"
"You weren't as turned on as I was from that argument?" he asked.
"What? No! EW!!!" I yelled.
"Oh... crap."
"CRAP is right! Speaking of which, I have to go decontaminate the outside my mouth right now, thank you very much!" I screamed. Stomping off, I heard him yell right back,
"Oh, grow UP, Granger. It was a stupid little kiss. It meant nothing." I turned around and yelled,
"SHUT UP!"
"Touchy, aren't you? Is it that time of the month- no... wait... was it your VERY first kiss? How sweet...." he smirked. I felt tears coming to my eyes.
"MALFOY, IF YOU DON'T SHUT UP...."
"Fine, fine. Whatever. But if you want more, you know where to come...." I screamed in frustration and bounded for my room. Jerk.
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Ending Author's Note: Well, I tried to keep it as original as possible. Like, normally many people make Hermione like the kiss and even have the two make it deeper and more passionate. My story is different. If you don't like it, go to Russia.
Thank you to my reviewers oooo. You're name is hecka tight. Also, ILUVRONWEASLEY- you know what my name is for you? ILUVYOUCOZYOUREANAWESOMEREVIEWER! I can't go on AOL for a while so keep in touch through fanficiton.net, okay? Good.
Author: NewSecretRose... duh.
Summary: In their 7th year, Draco and Hermione are Head Boy and Head Girl.... Everyone knows that it's impossible for them to be even civil to each other, but will romance blossom?
Rating: PG... yeah. That's it. Lame, I know.
Author's Note: I can't do bold or italics! If someone helps me out, I shall be eternally grateful. And they shall get a nice long... er... write back thingy from me. *Smiles*
Chapter 6-
Hermione POV (Am I doing her POV too often? Tell me... or else!!)
'What a complete jerk!' I thought as I raced to the Great Hall. I didn't bother waiting for Ron and Harry. I knew they'd probably get up soon enough, and I didn't want to walk all the way to the Gryffindor common room. When I opened the doors, and stepped inside, a huge wave of chatter hit me at once. 'My gosh,' I thought, 'I didn't realize there were these many people here at Hogwarts.' I walked coolly over to the Gryffindor table and sat down next to Neville.
"Oh, hello. Are you lost? Because this is the Gryffindor table and I don't remember you ever being in our house!" Neville exclaimed, truly lost. 'GOD,' I thought, 'I don't look THAT different!' I smiled mischievously and said to Neville, playing a joke,
"Oui, oui!! I am from, how you say, France!" I rolled my tounge for effect. "Beauxbatons, een fact. Are you fameeleear wiz it?" Neville looked a bit confused, and said,
"Er... well, your school came in our 4th year during the Tri Wizard Tournament. Were you there? I don't think so, as I don't remember you. Are you going to be in Gryffindor? Oh, shoot, you must be already because you're sitting here. Or are you lost? I'm Neville Longbottom, by the way." I laughed so hard. I snorted even. He REALLY was clueless. Men. "Did I say something funny?" he asked.
"Neville, you twit, it's me! Hermione! I can't believe a) you didn't recognize me, and b) you fell for that trick!" I laughed. He turned red. "And you never ramble like that. What's with it?"
"Er... well, you know, pretty girls... I get weird," he muttered. I stopped laughing.
"Neville," I said, "I'm not pretty. Don't even pretend, alright?" He shook his head and reached for a piece of bacon.
"Whatever you say, Hermione," he said. Rolling my eyes, I reached for a tasty looking apple. When I put my hand on it, I felt another hand on top of mine. I looked up to see a really cute boy with bright blue eyes looking at me.
"Oh- I'm really sorry. Go on, you can take it," he said. He was American, I realized, from his accent. I smiled up at him (he was tall) and shook my head.
"No, really, go ahead. It's fine... besides, that pear right there looks pretty tasty to me!" I said. He laughed and held out his hand.
"I'm Jack, and I just moved here from New York." I took his hand and said,
"I'm Hermione Granger. It's nice to meet you." We shook and he took the apple and walked away. I watched him walk over to the Slytherin table and sit next to Malfoy. "Figures," I said to myself. Oh, no. They were looking at me. I grabbed the pear and a schedule and raced out of the room, bumping into Parvati Patil. 'Oh no,' I thought, 'She's going to talk my ear off and I'll never get out of here!'
"Hermione? HEY! How are you?" she asked. I looked to the door that was only a few feet away.
"Oh, you know, I'm fine. How're you?" I responded.
"I'm wonderful. Listen, I'd love to stay and chitchat, but I really gotta run. See you in Transfiguration!" she said, and raced off towards the table. I sighed and left the room. This day was already going downhill.
Draco POV
"Welcome back to another year of Transfiguration," Proffesor McGonagall said in her quiet yet strict voice. "This year we're going to start on perfecting our Animagus forms. I know last year we chose our animals of which we were to, well, transfigure into. Today you'll be paired up with someone who's animal form is compatible with your own. And I'd advise you put that down, Mr. Weasley." Everyone turned and looked at the idiot-who-calls-himself-Ron. He was blushing crimson and stuffing something in his robes.
"Sorry, professor," he mumbled. I saw Granger shoot him a look and he stuck his tongue out at her. As I turned around from their weird little love secene, I heard McGonagall listing the partners. Dear Merlin, don't let me have Granger... after this morning, I wanted nothing to do with her.
"Mr. Potter, you'll be paired up with... hmm... Mr. Zambini," she said. Potter looked horrified. Well, he had a good reason. Blaise was huge and incredibly scary. Not as scary as me, of course. "Mr. Weasley, you have the pleasure of accompanying Mr. Malfoy to help you." WHAT? This is awful. I can't have a blood traitor as a partner. Why, as soon as I get out of here, I'm going to owl my father. "Ms. Granger, you shall be partners with Ms. Parkinson...." Oh, goody. Let's see Pansy give her an awful time. This was going great, besides my idiot partner.
After McGonagall finished listing the partners, I slouched over to the Weasel. "Now what?" I asked scathingly. Weasley ignored me and pulled a chair over to himself. As he sat down, I shot, "Thanks for thinking of me, you tosser." Weasley still ignored me. What was up with that? Hmm. Ahh, well, never mind. It's not any loss, anyhow. This day was going quite smoothly.
Hermione POV
After an awful period of Transfiguration with Ms. COW and a tiring lesson of Herbology, I trudged up to my room. I sank into one of the beautiful armchairs by my cozy fireplace. Closing my eyes, I thought to myself, 'What's wrong with me?' It was true. Something WAS the matter with me. I was 16, going on 17, innocent as a rose, and hadn't ever had a serious boyfriend. Come to think of it, I'd never really had a FUN boyfriend, either. Maybe my innocence was part of my problem. 'I'm so shy and conservative,' I thought. Why, I hadn't even had my first kiss yet. I'd only had one boyfriend, Viktor, of course, but we broke up in sixth year after I learned he'd been going with a Durmstrang girl all the while. I thought back to that day... how awful it truly was.
Flashback
"Ron, you've mixed these two charms up again! How often do I have to tell you?" I said, exasperated. He grinned sloppily, the kind I loved the most.
"Right, Hermione... thanks a lot," he said. I put my arm around him and messed up his hair. "Oy- watch it!" He turned towards me, and looked at me full on in my eyes. "Hermione," he said, "I... er... well, you see... I have something to tell you." I looked away.
"What is it?" I asked, and he opened his mouth.
"Well, I..." he started, but was immediately cut off by the slamming of the portrait. "Harry? What's up?" Harry was breathing heavily and his glasses were askew.
"Hermione... you've got to... to see this," he gasped, while thrusting a paper in my hands. I looked at the headline, and gasped. There, in large bold print was the headline, VIKTOR KRUM TO MARRY GIRLFRIEND OF THREE YEARS.
"Harry- what? Whe... where... where did you get this?" I stammered.
"Malfoy," he said. "He was waving it under my nose to piss me off, and so I grabbed it. He laughed, and said, I quote, 'Looks like you're Mudblood (not that you are one, Hermione) friend is getting a bit of a nasty shock, eh?' Well, I read the title, and raced here.... I'm so sorry, Hermione."
"Harry?" I said, in a high pitched voice that was very unlike my own, "I'm quite tired tonight. See you in the morning... good night, Ron...." I hid the paper behind my back and tried to kiss them on the cheeks goodnight. Instead, I got a mouthful of red hair and glasses. "Argh! Why can't I do anything right?" I screamed, bursting into tears. I raced upstairs and flung myself on the bed, sobbing hysterically for hours and hours and hours....
End Flashback
I never did find out what Ron had to tell me. Ahh... I'd find out sooner or later.... The portrait swung open and Malferret strutted in.
"Good afternoon, bush head," he stated coolly. "Having a nice day? You look like it, all sunken in your pathetic chair with that sullen look on your face. Why, you look absolutely ecstatic!"
"Shut it, Malfoy," I retorted. He walked over to me and laughed.
"Make me, Granger," he said.
"Maybe I will, idiot."
"Maybe you should, beaver."
"Maybe I'm trying to, Ferret Face."
"I don't see you trying."
"Maybe I'm trying to think of a way to make you shut up. You see, what it is with pompous, sick losers like you, you all can't ever shut the heck up. You're always rambling on and on. It's like, can you just can it for like, one moment?"
"Granger, shut up," he said tiredly.
"You can't make me. There's no possible way in..." I was cut off by a pair of soft lips on my own. I immediately pulled back. "EW! Why would you KISS me? The absolute LAST thing from my mind is for you to kiss me!"
"You weren't as turned on as I was from that argument?" he asked.
"What? No! EW!!!" I yelled.
"Oh... crap."
"CRAP is right! Speaking of which, I have to go decontaminate the outside my mouth right now, thank you very much!" I screamed. Stomping off, I heard him yell right back,
"Oh, grow UP, Granger. It was a stupid little kiss. It meant nothing." I turned around and yelled,
"SHUT UP!"
"Touchy, aren't you? Is it that time of the month- no... wait... was it your VERY first kiss? How sweet...." he smirked. I felt tears coming to my eyes.
"MALFOY, IF YOU DON'T SHUT UP...."
"Fine, fine. Whatever. But if you want more, you know where to come...." I screamed in frustration and bounded for my room. Jerk.
.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.
Ending Author's Note: Well, I tried to keep it as original as possible. Like, normally many people make Hermione like the kiss and even have the two make it deeper and more passionate. My story is different. If you don't like it, go to Russia.
Thank you to my reviewers oooo. You're name is hecka tight. Also, ILUVRONWEASLEY- you know what my name is for you? ILUVYOUCOZYOUREANAWESOMEREVIEWER! I can't go on AOL for a while so keep in touch through fanficiton.net, okay? Good.
