Author's Note: Chapter 3! Woohoo! I want to thank all my reviewers! I so
glad you like it! I love dark Draco/Hermione stories, but none have come
out recently so I had to write this one. I got into kinda of a rut of bad
writing when I stopped with 'Beyond the Veil' My Sirius revival story, and
so my other new story, What Would've Happened, sucks, It'll hopefully get
better. But I'm concentrating on this one right now. It's my favorite! Hope
you like this chapter, I'm getting a little more sexual with it, and
hopefully it'll get even darker. I plan on it being a kinda long story, so
I hope you enjoy!
Rating: High PG-13, sexual content and swearing.
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Hermione arrived quite early at platform 9 3/4. She wanted to get her stuff onto the train and in a compartment before the big rush of students came bombarding on. So at 10:15, she casually walked through the barrier dividing platform's 9 and 10. It was pretty much empty except for a few people who, like Hermione wanted a good compartment. Changing into her school robes, which felt amazing hot and heavy compared to her usual attire. She pulled out her new Head Girl badge and fixed it to her robes, quite boredly. She tried to recall her excitement when she first was made a prefect and her first order as a prefect, but it didn't seem the same. She was just the Head girl, no one special. According to her father of course. Hermione wondered the train, coming upon a compartment in the very front with 'Heads' written on it in flowly gold lettering. She slid the door open apprehensively, but it was empty, the Head Boy wasn't here yet.
At 10:45, the train was about half-way full with students, Hermione sat outside on a bench, smoking a cigarette. Her eye's scanned the students who were coming threw the barrier, waiting for someone to recognize her, every now and then a glace would come her way, but they quickly got onto the train. At 10:53 exactly, Harry, Ron, and Ginny appeared through the barrier, talking between them selves. Hermione put out her cigarette and ran her hand threw her hair, then stood up and followed after them. She tapped Harry on the shoulder and shifted her weight onto her hip, in a somewhat seducing of fashion.
"Hey, Harry." She said, with a small wink. Harry took a double look at her. Ron's jaw dropped, and Ginny's eyes looked in slight horror at the figure before her.
"Her-Hermione?" Sputtered Harry, she smiled and rubbed her tongue over her lips, nodded slightly. "You hair.It's-it's-it's black! And short!" She gave them a spin so they could get a better look at her, enjoying every minute of it.
"You look.well for lack of a better word, good." Ginny said, the first to get over the shock of her new look. Ginny usually was very cynical, so to get a 'good' from her mouth was a big thing.
"I got bored over the summer, so I changed a bit." Her face kinda glazed over as she said this, giving her friends a small bit of doubt in their minds, "Oh, I also made Head Girl." Her usual smile came back and put on her excitement, which she didn't feel, but needed to keep up her appearances.
'Of course you'd get Head Girl, but are you sure you're going to keep it, I mean with this new 'look', It's not really Head Girl material." Ron said, Hermione looked hurt, she knew he didn't mean to, but it did. She crossed her arms,
"C'mon, let's get on the train." She brushed past them onto the train. She leaded them to the compartment she saved for them and they sat in silence for a few minutes. Hermione pulled out her cigarettes and the others looked astonished,
"When did you start smoking?" Ginny asked, in all to superior tone.
"Over the summer." Her friends averted their eyes, they all had the same thought, this 'change' wasn't just because she was bored. Something happened that made it happen. She looked slightly appalled,
"Yeah? So? I'm still the same Hermione Granger, I just got a little bored with life as it was. God." She lit it up and took a refreshing breath of nicotine.
"Well, excuse us for being a little concerned for a friend. We only want what's best for you." Harry retorted, his temper rising, but before Hermione could lash back at him, a booming voice echoed throughout the train.
"Would the Head Boy and Head Girl please proceed to the Head's Compartment. Thank you."
Without a word, Hermione flung her cigarette out the window and stormed out down towards the front compartment. She slid open the door to reveal inside Professor Dumbledore and,
"Malfoy." She stopped in the doorway, the Flourish and Blotts incident ran through her head, 'Shit.This isn't going to be good.'
"Granger!" Draco looked at her, his eyes recalling every familiar curve he fantasized about the past two nights. 'Fuck.'
Dumbledore sensed the high tension, "Ah yes, I was afraid of this. Well, please have a seat Ms. Granger." He motioned for her to sit down next to Malfoy, a look of utter disgust and loathing on each face as she took her seat, her arms and legs crossed and her eyes narrowed and her lips pursed on her teeth. Draco's eyes followed every slight movement of her with a lust burning in his eyes. Dumbledore cleared his throat, getting their attention,
"Now, let me tell you your duties and then I'll answer any questions you two may have. You are required to oversee the organization for any activity you plan on holding. You may designate the work to your prefects in any way that you see fit. You are also required to all meetings between the staff and heads or heads and prefects. Any problem or fight you are presented with, you must listen to both sides with an open mind and choose suitable punishment. Al plans are to be approved by the both of you. Team work is vital, and I hope you can put aside your differences and work to make this school a better place. About the Hogsmeade trips, you are allowed to visit whenever you desire, stay out as long as you like, but you can't miss any classes or let it affect your grades. Any questions?" A moment of silence then, in a sudden outburst both Draco and Hermione said,
"Do we share a dormitory?" A smile creeped onto Dumbledore's face,
"Yes. You do, along with the sixth year or higher prefects if they wish. Now if you'll excuse me, I must be off! See you after the start of term feast in the meeting room outside the great hall." Dumbledore disapparated, leaving the two rivals to themselves. A tense minute passed, Hermione could feel Draco's hungry gaze upon her skin, the attraction was still very evident. Meeting his gaze, he said,
"You clean up well, Granger" Eyeing every sensual curve of her body, a burning desire grew in him. She cocked her head to the side and rolled her tongue over her lips,
"Not to bad yourself, Malfoy." Her eyes wondered over his muscular arms, quidditch did wonders for him, then over to his oh-so-touchable hair that was always sexy, no mater how he had it, his eyes gazing hungrily on her, and his lips, looking like forbidden fruit, asking to be tasted. Another tense moment passed as they undressed each other with their eyes,
"Would you mind telling me your reasoning about the other day at Flourish and Blotts?" Draco asked, breaking the fantasies and easing the tension. Her coy smile spread on her face again, tantalizing his senses,
"To mess with that pretty little head of yours. And from the look of things, it seems I succeeded." Her eyes gleamed with an evil glint, making Draco's hatred and lust for her entwine,
"Don't be too sure, Granger." She stood up, challenging him, hip cocked to one side,
"Oh really?" A slight tone of seducing in her voice. He met her challenge, he met her gaze, towering over her as he smirked dangerously,
"Wait and see." His face was devilishly close to hers, breathing the same air, skin almost touching. It took every once of self control not to wipe that smirk off of his face, and he knew it too. One last moment passed and then Draco winked and broke the connection,
"See you at school, Granger. You're in for a real treat."
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Hermione arrived quite early at platform 9 3/4. She wanted to get her stuff onto the train and in a compartment before the big rush of students came bombarding on. So at 10:15, she casually walked through the barrier dividing platform's 9 and 10. It was pretty much empty except for a few people who, like Hermione wanted a good compartment. Changing into her school robes, which felt amazing hot and heavy compared to her usual attire. She pulled out her new Head Girl badge and fixed it to her robes, quite boredly. She tried to recall her excitement when she first was made a prefect and her first order as a prefect, but it didn't seem the same. She was just the Head girl, no one special. According to her father of course. Hermione wondered the train, coming upon a compartment in the very front with 'Heads' written on it in flowly gold lettering. She slid the door open apprehensively, but it was empty, the Head Boy wasn't here yet.
At 10:45, the train was about half-way full with students, Hermione sat outside on a bench, smoking a cigarette. Her eye's scanned the students who were coming threw the barrier, waiting for someone to recognize her, every now and then a glace would come her way, but they quickly got onto the train. At 10:53 exactly, Harry, Ron, and Ginny appeared through the barrier, talking between them selves. Hermione put out her cigarette and ran her hand threw her hair, then stood up and followed after them. She tapped Harry on the shoulder and shifted her weight onto her hip, in a somewhat seducing of fashion.
"Hey, Harry." She said, with a small wink. Harry took a double look at her. Ron's jaw dropped, and Ginny's eyes looked in slight horror at the figure before her.
"Her-Hermione?" Sputtered Harry, she smiled and rubbed her tongue over her lips, nodded slightly. "You hair.It's-it's-it's black! And short!" She gave them a spin so they could get a better look at her, enjoying every minute of it.
"You look.well for lack of a better word, good." Ginny said, the first to get over the shock of her new look. Ginny usually was very cynical, so to get a 'good' from her mouth was a big thing.
"I got bored over the summer, so I changed a bit." Her face kinda glazed over as she said this, giving her friends a small bit of doubt in their minds, "Oh, I also made Head Girl." Her usual smile came back and put on her excitement, which she didn't feel, but needed to keep up her appearances.
'Of course you'd get Head Girl, but are you sure you're going to keep it, I mean with this new 'look', It's not really Head Girl material." Ron said, Hermione looked hurt, she knew he didn't mean to, but it did. She crossed her arms,
"C'mon, let's get on the train." She brushed past them onto the train. She leaded them to the compartment she saved for them and they sat in silence for a few minutes. Hermione pulled out her cigarettes and the others looked astonished,
"When did you start smoking?" Ginny asked, in all to superior tone.
"Over the summer." Her friends averted their eyes, they all had the same thought, this 'change' wasn't just because she was bored. Something happened that made it happen. She looked slightly appalled,
"Yeah? So? I'm still the same Hermione Granger, I just got a little bored with life as it was. God." She lit it up and took a refreshing breath of nicotine.
"Well, excuse us for being a little concerned for a friend. We only want what's best for you." Harry retorted, his temper rising, but before Hermione could lash back at him, a booming voice echoed throughout the train.
"Would the Head Boy and Head Girl please proceed to the Head's Compartment. Thank you."
Without a word, Hermione flung her cigarette out the window and stormed out down towards the front compartment. She slid open the door to reveal inside Professor Dumbledore and,
"Malfoy." She stopped in the doorway, the Flourish and Blotts incident ran through her head, 'Shit.This isn't going to be good.'
"Granger!" Draco looked at her, his eyes recalling every familiar curve he fantasized about the past two nights. 'Fuck.'
Dumbledore sensed the high tension, "Ah yes, I was afraid of this. Well, please have a seat Ms. Granger." He motioned for her to sit down next to Malfoy, a look of utter disgust and loathing on each face as she took her seat, her arms and legs crossed and her eyes narrowed and her lips pursed on her teeth. Draco's eyes followed every slight movement of her with a lust burning in his eyes. Dumbledore cleared his throat, getting their attention,
"Now, let me tell you your duties and then I'll answer any questions you two may have. You are required to oversee the organization for any activity you plan on holding. You may designate the work to your prefects in any way that you see fit. You are also required to all meetings between the staff and heads or heads and prefects. Any problem or fight you are presented with, you must listen to both sides with an open mind and choose suitable punishment. Al plans are to be approved by the both of you. Team work is vital, and I hope you can put aside your differences and work to make this school a better place. About the Hogsmeade trips, you are allowed to visit whenever you desire, stay out as long as you like, but you can't miss any classes or let it affect your grades. Any questions?" A moment of silence then, in a sudden outburst both Draco and Hermione said,
"Do we share a dormitory?" A smile creeped onto Dumbledore's face,
"Yes. You do, along with the sixth year or higher prefects if they wish. Now if you'll excuse me, I must be off! See you after the start of term feast in the meeting room outside the great hall." Dumbledore disapparated, leaving the two rivals to themselves. A tense minute passed, Hermione could feel Draco's hungry gaze upon her skin, the attraction was still very evident. Meeting his gaze, he said,
"You clean up well, Granger" Eyeing every sensual curve of her body, a burning desire grew in him. She cocked her head to the side and rolled her tongue over her lips,
"Not to bad yourself, Malfoy." Her eyes wondered over his muscular arms, quidditch did wonders for him, then over to his oh-so-touchable hair that was always sexy, no mater how he had it, his eyes gazing hungrily on her, and his lips, looking like forbidden fruit, asking to be tasted. Another tense moment passed as they undressed each other with their eyes,
"Would you mind telling me your reasoning about the other day at Flourish and Blotts?" Draco asked, breaking the fantasies and easing the tension. Her coy smile spread on her face again, tantalizing his senses,
"To mess with that pretty little head of yours. And from the look of things, it seems I succeeded." Her eyes gleamed with an evil glint, making Draco's hatred and lust for her entwine,
"Don't be too sure, Granger." She stood up, challenging him, hip cocked to one side,
"Oh really?" A slight tone of seducing in her voice. He met her challenge, he met her gaze, towering over her as he smirked dangerously,
"Wait and see." His face was devilishly close to hers, breathing the same air, skin almost touching. It took every once of self control not to wipe that smirk off of his face, and he knew it too. One last moment passed and then Draco winked and broke the connection,
"See you at school, Granger. You're in for a real treat."