Hey guys I would just like to say that I got my first flame. I believe
that his exact words were what the hell is this. And he can't even spell
it correctly. Well to answer your question this is a great story I have
gotten so many great reviews so just fuck off. You also said that there
were not enough words to describe how fucked up this story is. Really
because there are not enough words to describe how fucked up you are. I
really do feel sorry for your poor mother. She must have been so
disappointed when she was expecting a baby and a fucking alien jackass
popped out instead. But then who could blame her? I'd be disappointed if
I knew a dick like you too. You also said I was a sucky writer and should
give up now. You are a sucky breather so why don't you do us all a favor
and just give up and living all together! Because it seems to me that you
are a dickhead who is taking up valuable space on our planet and should
just fucking drop dead. But wouldn't that be so cruel to do to Satan? I
mean I don't even want to spend a millisecond with an asshole like you let
alone eternity. I would also like to point out that you reviewed on
chapter 7. If you really didn't like this story then why did you read the
whole thing? I mean seriously! I don't know why I am wasting valuable time
typing this to you. Then again you probably do not understand a word you
re reading. They are all much too hard as they are over one syllable long.
And you are the biggest fucking son of a bitch coward I have ever seen.
Honestly! You were too chicken to even put your name. Any readers I
encourage you to give this fucking bastard a piece of your mind and don't
hesitate to use*ahem* colorful language. Thanx a bunch. I have twenty
reviews! wow. I am so sorry about the late update. I realize that this
is a very long authors note but I have a lot to say.
This is not meant to offend anybody at all so please do not take this the wrong way. Now a lot of you have probably experienced racism before because this country is narrow minded. But me being the blond hair blued girl have never experienced any thing cruel and harsh about how I look. I mean besides the fact that I was heavy and the dumb blond jokes I was really never called names or discriminated against. And yes this does have a point in it. I recently found out that one of my friends was telling me that she couldn't have sleepovers. But then she goes and tells my other friend that she can have a sleepover next week. If that doesn't hurt enough when I confronted her she lied to me and said that her parents still wouldn't let her have people over. I really like this girl and I have tried asking my boyfriend about it but he doesn't get it. I really need a girl's opinion on what I should do. I mean it really hurts. I never thought I would be discriminated against because I always thought that white people were the discriminators not the discrimimanaties. I don't mean to sound racist here but in America I kind of always thought of it as a white country. I mean our for fathers were white and so I really don't think it is fair to be discriminated on your own turf. Of course this matter could be argued because I do realize that this is not just a white person's country. And many people are going to ask how do you know she was being racist? Well she is Chinese. Most of our friends are Chinese and so what I don't get is how come they are allowed to go over her house but I'm not. It really saddens me but there is nothing I can do about being the person that I am. I can't help the fact or change the fact that I am not Chinese or black or French.(Which I am French BTW). It really hurts to be told that you can't do this because of the way you look. You can't change the way you look or feel just like you can't change how big your nose is or how far apart your eyes are. (Although with plastic surgery anything is possible). How would she like it if I only have people with blond hair over or people with blue eyes? I now know what it feels like to be singled out because of the things you can't change. I just want everyone to know that next time you decide to make fun of somebody or leave somebody out because of their weight, race, eye color anything, that you may think that they don't feel bad but they do. And it really, really hurts. I know you all want to know if I have been eaten by mad guinea pigs or ran over by a Greyhound bus but before you plan a search party I would just like to say that I have not died! I am so sorry but I am uploading this on my friend's laptop because my own internet is down. I really tried to make this long so I hope you like it.
NOW ON TO THE CHAPPIE!!!!!
Draco opened the door at the end of the tunnel. It led into the back of what seemed to be a tavern. Hermione recognized it instantly as the Hog's head. "Why did you take me here?" asked Hermione.
"Because you needed a change. The whole world isn't just books you know."
"Why Draco Malfoy is this a date?"
"No of course not. More like an outing of friends." Said Draco casually. The exited the pub and Hermione was awe stricken. She had never been to Hogsmeade after dark before. All the shops were still open and wizards and witches of all kinds were everywhere. They entered Honeydukes and Draco pulled her over to a shelf. There they looked at many boxes of candy. Hermione finally settled on a box of sweet chocolate. Draco bought a box of very mysterious looking truffles and twenty canary creams. The Weasley brothers had finally signed a contract with Honeydukes and they were in full swing. Draco insisted on paying for the sweets and they left the shop. On the way out Hermione spotted a box of Blood lollipops. As a joke she dared Draco to eat one. She was very surprised when he popped one in his mouth with out a second thought.
"Draco!" she cried, "What are you doing?! I was only joking!"
"I know that but you see I have a cousin who's a vampire. Well one time she made me do something very unpleasant and ever sine then blood has tasted rather good."
"You're joking right?" asked Hermione.
"Oh no I'm very much serious. Do you remember the day Snape cut himself on a goblet during the Welcome feats in third year? Well it took all my self- control not to lunge out and bite him. Jacqueline never quite told me why she made me suck somebody's blood. I guess I was supposed to thank her or something."
Hermione laughed at the thought of Draco lunging at Snape and he soon joined in as well. They stopped into the dress shop and Hermione had her fun doing a private fashion show for Draco. Although she was gaining weight rather rapidly again Draco could help notice how much he liked that bulge of fat when she sat down or the role of flab that hung over her jeans. She was different and even as a friend she turned him on. Nobody really paid much attention to Hermione at dinner or in class. The only person besides Draco that seemed to care was Neville who needed constant help with his schoolwork. Everyone was kinder after they heard that Hermione had been in the Hospital wing for almost a week. She would get the occasional hello in the corridors but didn't really have any close friends. As Hermione was entering the dressing room she saw the most beautiful dress. It was low cut with no shoulder straps. Everyone always told Hermione she had hot breasts and sexy shoulders but she never believed them. She quickly found the dress in a size 14 and scurried back into the dressing room. The dress was red and very sexy. The bottom she was now noticing was very short. It had three strips of red material that seemed to connect into one flower at the bottom of her hip. The dress was made of velvet and she knew that it would show all her fat and her beautiful curves. This was just the thing. She was going to test Draco one night to see if he was a chubby chaser after all and if he wasn't then they would go back to the way things used to be, just friends. She slipped into it and it fit perfect. The velvet was stretching just a little bit in the stomach area and in her breasts. She wanted to put at least 20 more pounds on her frame and then the dress would be stretched to the limit. It was the perfect way to see if he was after her or not. The next dress she tried on was a size 16 and was very big. She imagined herself getting to a 16 and puffed her stomach as far out as it would go. She purchased that one and the red one and a beautiful pale purple one for the Halloween ball. She got that one in a size 14 and if she had to she could always put an enlargement spell on it. The last three dresses she did not show to Draco. She was going to wait until after Halloween to show Draco the new dress. Next they went out for ice cream. After the box of chocolates she had eaten and this ice cram she was full to bursting. The button on Hermione's jeans was digging into the soft flesh of her stomach. Next they went to Zonko's and stopped by the pub for dinner. The food was so good Hermione had to have three helpings of each. When she thought Draco wasn't looking she slipped her hand under the table and slowly unbuttoned her jeans. The zipper slid down an inch.
Draco watched the whole thing while pretending to be interested in his dessert menu. Damn she was sexy and was going to give him an arousal any minute now. Watching her full to the bursting sent a weird feeling of lust through Draco. During dessert Draco saw Hermione moan after every bite. It was a tiny moan and she seemed to be enjoying herself. The whole time Draco watched Hermione and was getting hard very fast. The conversation was light hearted and free. They talked about teachers and Hogwarts's best teacher. It feels so good to laugh again thought Draco. Hermione looked up. She had never seen Draco really laugh before. He closed his eyes and threw his head back in a way that even if you didn't know what he was laughing about you wanted to join him. For once in the barrier in his stormy gray eyes was down.
The couple traveled around Hogsmeade, and by now the shops were starting to close down. The moon light was getting brighter and it seemed like a very romantic evening. Too bad it was just an outing between friends. Draco pulled Hermione aside into a dark alley. "Shh" was all he said. And he pulled a key out of the pocket of his robes. He pushed it into the door ad opened it. He put his hands over Hermione's eyes and guided her through what felt like a closed shop. "Draco Malfoy, you are just full of surprises tonight aren't you?"
"Anything for a special friend, darling. Open your eyes."
Hermione stared in awe at the room around her. It was filled with books and more books. She gasped and ran over to a shelf. There were tables and chairs made of the finest wood. It really was her dream place. "This has been my special place since I was little" Draco began, "Every time I felt like my life was out of control or when I was sad I would come here and read. It made me feel better knowing that these characters have had a harder life than mine." Draco absentmindedly pulled a book from a shelf and began thumbing through it. " When I was little my best friend died and his mother who was my mother's best friend. I couldn't stand the constant beatings from my father or the fact that my mother sat alone in the dark. Whenever I was feeling upset or lonely I would come here and talk to my favorite characters. I've never had anybody really give a damn about me or how I felt. Sometimes I wish that I could die already and be done with it. Nobody would miss me anyway." Why am I telling her this? And why would she care? Hermione had never met anybody who had felt the same way about books that she did. She took his hand and squeezed it tightly in hers. " I would miss you. I'm always here and I'm not leaving." She said. "I remember when I was younger nobody wanted to play with me because I was smarter than them. Books were my escape. I would read book after book and then I could have as many friends as I wanted. When I first came to Hogwarts and I met Harry and Ron I really thought I finally had real friends. But I guess I was wrong." Hermione looked like she was about to cry and Draco wasn't used to female tears.
He pulled out the first book he could find and read it. "Damn it" he swore under his breath. He reached into his robe and pulled out a pair of reading glasses. Hermione giggled. She would have never thought that in a million years that Draco malfoy would have reading glasses. She had to admit it made him look like he really liked to read. As he started the first page Hermione saw his silver eyes light up un a way that would have made her the all time bookworm proud. "Hey. Listen to this. This is really cool. It says here that there will be an evil force that shall reuin the world for man and beast. Only the tears of enemy and lover can bring back all the souls that have been lost. Shall this mprocess fail and those people shall be forced to live with out each other for eternity. Wow. These two have some pretty complicated relationships. It's like romeo and Juliet all over again."
"You know who Romeo and Juliet are?" asked Hermione stunned.
"Shakespeare is one of my favorite authors." For the next hour they sat down and read together. When Draco finally looked up he saw it was after midnight. They ran back to the Hog's head and into their domintory.
That night just as Hermione was done getting her bedclothes on she heard a knock on the door to her bedroom. It was Draco. "Granger my door is locked and I can't get it undone. Since you're so smart you try to figure out what is wrong with the damn thing!"
"Fine" grumbled Hermione who just wanted to get some rest. She went to his door and said the spell to unlock doors. The knob wouldn't budge. "Looks like your sleeping on the couch, Malfoy."
"A Malfoy sleep on a couch! Are you insane?"
"Then where do you suggest you sleep?"
"With you." He said simply as though it was no big deal. "The bed is certainly large enough and would you want to sleep on that thing they call a couch?" After all this wasn't the first time that they had slept together. "Fine" she said again this time in defeat. She was afraid that he would mention the last time they had fallen asleep together and quickly considered the pros and cons of this situation. Spending the night with a hot boy and earning his trust is way better then spending the night alone and losing his trust forever. "Just don't try anything alright?"
"Scout's honor!" he said raising his hand to his head in a mock salute. She slapped him playfully on the butt and climbed into bed. Soon Hermione could hear his rapid breathing and felt his arms rap around her waist. She turned to face him and saw that he really was beautiful. He laid his golden hair into her breasts as he had done before and snuggled against her. She carefully rapped her arms around his awesome six-pack and closed her eyes. She would have made him remove his arms but for once in a long time she felt completely safe. Hermione told herself that it was a thank you for bringing her to Hogsmeade but she couldn't fool herself for long. She was falling for Draco Malfoy. She juts hoped that there was a pillow of love lying at the bottom instead of a pit of hatred.
This is not meant to offend anybody at all so please do not take this the wrong way. Now a lot of you have probably experienced racism before because this country is narrow minded. But me being the blond hair blued girl have never experienced any thing cruel and harsh about how I look. I mean besides the fact that I was heavy and the dumb blond jokes I was really never called names or discriminated against. And yes this does have a point in it. I recently found out that one of my friends was telling me that she couldn't have sleepovers. But then she goes and tells my other friend that she can have a sleepover next week. If that doesn't hurt enough when I confronted her she lied to me and said that her parents still wouldn't let her have people over. I really like this girl and I have tried asking my boyfriend about it but he doesn't get it. I really need a girl's opinion on what I should do. I mean it really hurts. I never thought I would be discriminated against because I always thought that white people were the discriminators not the discrimimanaties. I don't mean to sound racist here but in America I kind of always thought of it as a white country. I mean our for fathers were white and so I really don't think it is fair to be discriminated on your own turf. Of course this matter could be argued because I do realize that this is not just a white person's country. And many people are going to ask how do you know she was being racist? Well she is Chinese. Most of our friends are Chinese and so what I don't get is how come they are allowed to go over her house but I'm not. It really saddens me but there is nothing I can do about being the person that I am. I can't help the fact or change the fact that I am not Chinese or black or French.(Which I am French BTW). It really hurts to be told that you can't do this because of the way you look. You can't change the way you look or feel just like you can't change how big your nose is or how far apart your eyes are. (Although with plastic surgery anything is possible). How would she like it if I only have people with blond hair over or people with blue eyes? I now know what it feels like to be singled out because of the things you can't change. I just want everyone to know that next time you decide to make fun of somebody or leave somebody out because of their weight, race, eye color anything, that you may think that they don't feel bad but they do. And it really, really hurts. I know you all want to know if I have been eaten by mad guinea pigs or ran over by a Greyhound bus but before you plan a search party I would just like to say that I have not died! I am so sorry but I am uploading this on my friend's laptop because my own internet is down. I really tried to make this long so I hope you like it.
NOW ON TO THE CHAPPIE!!!!!
Draco opened the door at the end of the tunnel. It led into the back of what seemed to be a tavern. Hermione recognized it instantly as the Hog's head. "Why did you take me here?" asked Hermione.
"Because you needed a change. The whole world isn't just books you know."
"Why Draco Malfoy is this a date?"
"No of course not. More like an outing of friends." Said Draco casually. The exited the pub and Hermione was awe stricken. She had never been to Hogsmeade after dark before. All the shops were still open and wizards and witches of all kinds were everywhere. They entered Honeydukes and Draco pulled her over to a shelf. There they looked at many boxes of candy. Hermione finally settled on a box of sweet chocolate. Draco bought a box of very mysterious looking truffles and twenty canary creams. The Weasley brothers had finally signed a contract with Honeydukes and they were in full swing. Draco insisted on paying for the sweets and they left the shop. On the way out Hermione spotted a box of Blood lollipops. As a joke she dared Draco to eat one. She was very surprised when he popped one in his mouth with out a second thought.
"Draco!" she cried, "What are you doing?! I was only joking!"
"I know that but you see I have a cousin who's a vampire. Well one time she made me do something very unpleasant and ever sine then blood has tasted rather good."
"You're joking right?" asked Hermione.
"Oh no I'm very much serious. Do you remember the day Snape cut himself on a goblet during the Welcome feats in third year? Well it took all my self- control not to lunge out and bite him. Jacqueline never quite told me why she made me suck somebody's blood. I guess I was supposed to thank her or something."
Hermione laughed at the thought of Draco lunging at Snape and he soon joined in as well. They stopped into the dress shop and Hermione had her fun doing a private fashion show for Draco. Although she was gaining weight rather rapidly again Draco could help notice how much he liked that bulge of fat when she sat down or the role of flab that hung over her jeans. She was different and even as a friend she turned him on. Nobody really paid much attention to Hermione at dinner or in class. The only person besides Draco that seemed to care was Neville who needed constant help with his schoolwork. Everyone was kinder after they heard that Hermione had been in the Hospital wing for almost a week. She would get the occasional hello in the corridors but didn't really have any close friends. As Hermione was entering the dressing room she saw the most beautiful dress. It was low cut with no shoulder straps. Everyone always told Hermione she had hot breasts and sexy shoulders but she never believed them. She quickly found the dress in a size 14 and scurried back into the dressing room. The dress was red and very sexy. The bottom she was now noticing was very short. It had three strips of red material that seemed to connect into one flower at the bottom of her hip. The dress was made of velvet and she knew that it would show all her fat and her beautiful curves. This was just the thing. She was going to test Draco one night to see if he was a chubby chaser after all and if he wasn't then they would go back to the way things used to be, just friends. She slipped into it and it fit perfect. The velvet was stretching just a little bit in the stomach area and in her breasts. She wanted to put at least 20 more pounds on her frame and then the dress would be stretched to the limit. It was the perfect way to see if he was after her or not. The next dress she tried on was a size 16 and was very big. She imagined herself getting to a 16 and puffed her stomach as far out as it would go. She purchased that one and the red one and a beautiful pale purple one for the Halloween ball. She got that one in a size 14 and if she had to she could always put an enlargement spell on it. The last three dresses she did not show to Draco. She was going to wait until after Halloween to show Draco the new dress. Next they went out for ice cream. After the box of chocolates she had eaten and this ice cram she was full to bursting. The button on Hermione's jeans was digging into the soft flesh of her stomach. Next they went to Zonko's and stopped by the pub for dinner. The food was so good Hermione had to have three helpings of each. When she thought Draco wasn't looking she slipped her hand under the table and slowly unbuttoned her jeans. The zipper slid down an inch.
Draco watched the whole thing while pretending to be interested in his dessert menu. Damn she was sexy and was going to give him an arousal any minute now. Watching her full to the bursting sent a weird feeling of lust through Draco. During dessert Draco saw Hermione moan after every bite. It was a tiny moan and she seemed to be enjoying herself. The whole time Draco watched Hermione and was getting hard very fast. The conversation was light hearted and free. They talked about teachers and Hogwarts's best teacher. It feels so good to laugh again thought Draco. Hermione looked up. She had never seen Draco really laugh before. He closed his eyes and threw his head back in a way that even if you didn't know what he was laughing about you wanted to join him. For once in the barrier in his stormy gray eyes was down.
The couple traveled around Hogsmeade, and by now the shops were starting to close down. The moon light was getting brighter and it seemed like a very romantic evening. Too bad it was just an outing between friends. Draco pulled Hermione aside into a dark alley. "Shh" was all he said. And he pulled a key out of the pocket of his robes. He pushed it into the door ad opened it. He put his hands over Hermione's eyes and guided her through what felt like a closed shop. "Draco Malfoy, you are just full of surprises tonight aren't you?"
"Anything for a special friend, darling. Open your eyes."
Hermione stared in awe at the room around her. It was filled with books and more books. She gasped and ran over to a shelf. There were tables and chairs made of the finest wood. It really was her dream place. "This has been my special place since I was little" Draco began, "Every time I felt like my life was out of control or when I was sad I would come here and read. It made me feel better knowing that these characters have had a harder life than mine." Draco absentmindedly pulled a book from a shelf and began thumbing through it. " When I was little my best friend died and his mother who was my mother's best friend. I couldn't stand the constant beatings from my father or the fact that my mother sat alone in the dark. Whenever I was feeling upset or lonely I would come here and talk to my favorite characters. I've never had anybody really give a damn about me or how I felt. Sometimes I wish that I could die already and be done with it. Nobody would miss me anyway." Why am I telling her this? And why would she care? Hermione had never met anybody who had felt the same way about books that she did. She took his hand and squeezed it tightly in hers. " I would miss you. I'm always here and I'm not leaving." She said. "I remember when I was younger nobody wanted to play with me because I was smarter than them. Books were my escape. I would read book after book and then I could have as many friends as I wanted. When I first came to Hogwarts and I met Harry and Ron I really thought I finally had real friends. But I guess I was wrong." Hermione looked like she was about to cry and Draco wasn't used to female tears.
He pulled out the first book he could find and read it. "Damn it" he swore under his breath. He reached into his robe and pulled out a pair of reading glasses. Hermione giggled. She would have never thought that in a million years that Draco malfoy would have reading glasses. She had to admit it made him look like he really liked to read. As he started the first page Hermione saw his silver eyes light up un a way that would have made her the all time bookworm proud. "Hey. Listen to this. This is really cool. It says here that there will be an evil force that shall reuin the world for man and beast. Only the tears of enemy and lover can bring back all the souls that have been lost. Shall this mprocess fail and those people shall be forced to live with out each other for eternity. Wow. These two have some pretty complicated relationships. It's like romeo and Juliet all over again."
"You know who Romeo and Juliet are?" asked Hermione stunned.
"Shakespeare is one of my favorite authors." For the next hour they sat down and read together. When Draco finally looked up he saw it was after midnight. They ran back to the Hog's head and into their domintory.
That night just as Hermione was done getting her bedclothes on she heard a knock on the door to her bedroom. It was Draco. "Granger my door is locked and I can't get it undone. Since you're so smart you try to figure out what is wrong with the damn thing!"
"Fine" grumbled Hermione who just wanted to get some rest. She went to his door and said the spell to unlock doors. The knob wouldn't budge. "Looks like your sleeping on the couch, Malfoy."
"A Malfoy sleep on a couch! Are you insane?"
"Then where do you suggest you sleep?"
"With you." He said simply as though it was no big deal. "The bed is certainly large enough and would you want to sleep on that thing they call a couch?" After all this wasn't the first time that they had slept together. "Fine" she said again this time in defeat. She was afraid that he would mention the last time they had fallen asleep together and quickly considered the pros and cons of this situation. Spending the night with a hot boy and earning his trust is way better then spending the night alone and losing his trust forever. "Just don't try anything alright?"
"Scout's honor!" he said raising his hand to his head in a mock salute. She slapped him playfully on the butt and climbed into bed. Soon Hermione could hear his rapid breathing and felt his arms rap around her waist. She turned to face him and saw that he really was beautiful. He laid his golden hair into her breasts as he had done before and snuggled against her. She carefully rapped her arms around his awesome six-pack and closed her eyes. She would have made him remove his arms but for once in a long time she felt completely safe. Hermione told herself that it was a thank you for bringing her to Hogsmeade but she couldn't fool herself for long. She was falling for Draco Malfoy. She juts hoped that there was a pillow of love lying at the bottom instead of a pit of hatred.