I just wanted to get this posted before my long weekend ends. My fan fic
fairies and I have had plenty of time to plot some more of this story... I
don't really have a set plot yet. My fairies are just telling me what to
write. Well, need I say more? Oh, yeah... There's brief nudity in here, so if
you're offended, I'm sorry. It's the fairies, not me!!! Also, I might
switch the rating to R soon (cuz, well, yeah) but I'll let you know when
the fairies and I are ready for that new area. Here's Chapter Three!!!
~^*^~ Chapter Three: The Assignment ~^*^~
Hermione awoke the next morning in an excellent mood, having forced herself to not think about the events of the night before. She could barely even remember the events of the night before if she wanted to. She got up out of bed and walked to her closet. She quickly decided on a plain black skirt that went midthigh and a conservative light green blouse that complimented her curves. She grabbed some underwear and a towel and headed towards the shower.
As she headed towards the bathroom, she realized that Malfoy could walk in on her, or vice versa. Once she reached the entrance, she braced herself for a confrontation.
She opened the door and gasped. Lo and behold, Draco Malfoy was standing right in front of her. Completely naked. She found she couldn't tear her eyes away from his body. He was very buff, but not repulsively buff. She didn't want to look down any further, but she found that she couldn't help herself. She didn't really have much to judge against, but she could tell that he was big. Down there.
"Are you gonna say something or are you gonna just stare?" Malfoy asked, chuckling. Hermione tore her eyes away from his... yeah... and looked at Malfoy's taunting eyes. He eyed her carefully before saying, "Well, Granger, it's your turn now."
"Pardon?" she asked, confused. She was assuming she meant that it was her turn to shower, but then she looked at his face again. He had a very lecherous grin on his face, and the meaning of his statement dawned on her as she blushed bright red.
"Well, you saw mine, so that means I get to see yours. Let's have a look, then."
"Piss off, Malfoy!" she said, and he laughed his way out of the bathroom, grabbing his clothes before he exited.
Hermione showered and dressed quickly, afraid to be walked in on. After she was fully clothed, she put on a very small amount of make-up. She only used eye shadow and lip gloss. She brushed and dried her hair, deciding to leave it down for the day. She did, however, bring a hair scrunchie with her, just in case it got warm.
She left the bathroom to find both Malfoy and Dumbledore sitting in the common room.
"Please sit down, Miss Granger, I need to have a discussion with you, but please, help yourself to a croissant or a muffin," Dumbledore said, offering a plate of pastries to her. Hermione selected a muffin before he continued. "I assume Professor McGonagall told you both about the convention?" Malfoy and Hermione nodded. "Good. Very good. Well, this convention is in one week. Your teachers will give you a lesson plan for the week along with the homework assignments, which you will be expected to complete during your trip. The convention is two days. Unfortunately, we cannot travel without magic, therefore we will be taking a train. It will take three days to travel each way, and each year will get its own compartment, with one for myself. These compartments are rather small, I must warn you. They do have beds, however. But, more importantly, I must have your list of the four prefects by tonight to make the final reservations. Any questions?"
"Just how small are we talking here, Professor?" Malfoy asked, appalled.
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The day passed in a blur. Hermione vaguely relayed the events of the morning to her friends, but left out a few key factors. She didn't really tell them about the convention, and she didn't mention the fact that she saw her worst enemy naked. That would be WAY too embarrassing for Hermione to explain. There was also the fact that she couldn't get that image out of her head. He was fit, he was gorgeous, he was a Satanic angel. And she hated the fact that he was slowly driving her insane. She knew that something was loose in her head. SHE was obsessing over DRACO MALFOY. It was wrong. It was stupid. He would never like her. But, she sadistically anticipated seeing him in the common room, especially since she knew that some sort of interesting things would happen.
Having thought that, she told herself that she was a stupid freaking idiot, and waited for Professor McGonagall to start teaching. Before she said anything, Hermione looked around and saw Malfoy turn around and look at her. They locked eyes and he smiled slightly, then turned around. Hermione flushed red once again, and was quickly questioned by Harry.
"Why the hell is Malfoy smiling at you?" Harry asked, Ron craning his neck over towards Harry to hear the conversation.
"How am I supposed to know? He's probably thinking of all the sadistic things he's going to torture me with during this trip we have to go on," she muttered.
"How could Dumbledore be so cruel to you, Mione? I mean, he should know that Malfoy is going to put you through hell!" Ron added.
"I'm not too worried. I'll set him straight," Hermione assured the boys, who were starting to get quite angry.
"He is such a wanker," Harry said. Ron chortled as Professor McGonagall called the class to attention.
Hermione could hear Professor McGonagall talking, but for the first time ever, she could not concentrate. Her brief conversation with her best friends made her realize the torture she would endure. The morning and afternoon, until Transfiguration, only saw her worrying about her secret crush.
Hermione sighed, shook her head slightly, and started to take notes on the lesson at hand, praying she didn't miss something important.
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Hermione spent her night in the library, leaving only minutes before curfew ended. She ran all the way back to her common room, and walked in to find Malfoy lounging in a chair, reading his Advanced Transfiguration book. She silently put her books on the table and sat down to start checking her homework.
She was halfway through the Transfiguration assignment when she felt a warm body next to her. Malfoy had sat down next to her. She looked up and asked, "Can I help you with something?"
"Can you explain the theory behind the Water Fire Spell?" Malfoy asked politely.
Hermione turned slightly so she was facing Malfoy. She looked down at her Transfiguration book, open to the page on the spell, and started explaining. "Well, the theory is that water and fire are complete opposites. You know, good and evil, that sort of thing. The Water Fire spell is supposed to turn something into its opposite. So, essentially, you could turn the lake into one great big pit of fire. It would take quite a bit of magic, but there you have it."
"So, for this assignment, I have to choose something and predict what it would turn into?" Malfoy asked.
"Yes."
"So, if I chose a Gryffindor, they would turn into a Slytherin?"
Hermione gasped silently. She wasn't expecting something like that. She studied Draco for a moment. He almost seemed saddened, saying that. She nodded and replied, "Well, yeah, I guess. But then you would have to explain why."
Malfoy moved in towards Hermione slightly. "Okay, well you could say that because most Slytherins strongly back The Dark Lord, whereas most Gryffindors..."
"...are behind Dumbledore?" Malfoy nodded and moved closer. Hermione was suddenly very aware of everything. Malfoy's entrancing eyes were on her, watching her, absorbing her words.
"Yeah. Slytherin is the evil group of Hogwarts, and Gryffindor's the good group, the honorable group. I wonder what it'd be like if a Slytherin and a Gryffindor really got along, or even dated, or something..." he trailed off, still looking straight into her eyes.
"It'd be interesting," she whispered as his face was almost touching hers. She got nervous. She knew she couldn't let him kiss her, which she knew he was about to do. Sure, she could think about it, but that's all she could ever let it become. She couldn't kiss Malfoy. Not after everything he had done to her. Not after she had wanted it all day. It didn't matter. She couldn't do it.
He closed his eyes and moved in to kiss her, but he only made contact with air. He opened his eyes and Hermione was standing away from the table, wide-eyed. "I'm sorry, Draco, but I can't..." she trailed off as she ran into her room, knowing that she couldn't go back, not even to get her homework.
Malfoy sat at the table, not believing that he almost kissed her. He sighed heavily and pulled out a piece of parchment. He started writing his Transfiguration assignment when he realized that she had called him by his first name. A smile played on his lips as he wrote everything that had been said about the assignment.
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Wa-La! Another chappie done. Yippee. Another chapter should be up by Thursday, I hope. Friday at the latest. I got lots of hours at work right now, and I got a lot going on, between flag corps, work, and school, but I promise to get a chapter up soon.
I'd like to say GraciaS to all my reviewers!
Okay, you can all go review now (pretty please with cherries on top!)
**Love, your resident band nerd, Liz**
~^*^~ Chapter Three: The Assignment ~^*^~
Hermione awoke the next morning in an excellent mood, having forced herself to not think about the events of the night before. She could barely even remember the events of the night before if she wanted to. She got up out of bed and walked to her closet. She quickly decided on a plain black skirt that went midthigh and a conservative light green blouse that complimented her curves. She grabbed some underwear and a towel and headed towards the shower.
As she headed towards the bathroom, she realized that Malfoy could walk in on her, or vice versa. Once she reached the entrance, she braced herself for a confrontation.
She opened the door and gasped. Lo and behold, Draco Malfoy was standing right in front of her. Completely naked. She found she couldn't tear her eyes away from his body. He was very buff, but not repulsively buff. She didn't want to look down any further, but she found that she couldn't help herself. She didn't really have much to judge against, but she could tell that he was big. Down there.
"Are you gonna say something or are you gonna just stare?" Malfoy asked, chuckling. Hermione tore her eyes away from his... yeah... and looked at Malfoy's taunting eyes. He eyed her carefully before saying, "Well, Granger, it's your turn now."
"Pardon?" she asked, confused. She was assuming she meant that it was her turn to shower, but then she looked at his face again. He had a very lecherous grin on his face, and the meaning of his statement dawned on her as she blushed bright red.
"Well, you saw mine, so that means I get to see yours. Let's have a look, then."
"Piss off, Malfoy!" she said, and he laughed his way out of the bathroom, grabbing his clothes before he exited.
Hermione showered and dressed quickly, afraid to be walked in on. After she was fully clothed, she put on a very small amount of make-up. She only used eye shadow and lip gloss. She brushed and dried her hair, deciding to leave it down for the day. She did, however, bring a hair scrunchie with her, just in case it got warm.
She left the bathroom to find both Malfoy and Dumbledore sitting in the common room.
"Please sit down, Miss Granger, I need to have a discussion with you, but please, help yourself to a croissant or a muffin," Dumbledore said, offering a plate of pastries to her. Hermione selected a muffin before he continued. "I assume Professor McGonagall told you both about the convention?" Malfoy and Hermione nodded. "Good. Very good. Well, this convention is in one week. Your teachers will give you a lesson plan for the week along with the homework assignments, which you will be expected to complete during your trip. The convention is two days. Unfortunately, we cannot travel without magic, therefore we will be taking a train. It will take three days to travel each way, and each year will get its own compartment, with one for myself. These compartments are rather small, I must warn you. They do have beds, however. But, more importantly, I must have your list of the four prefects by tonight to make the final reservations. Any questions?"
"Just how small are we talking here, Professor?" Malfoy asked, appalled.
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The day passed in a blur. Hermione vaguely relayed the events of the morning to her friends, but left out a few key factors. She didn't really tell them about the convention, and she didn't mention the fact that she saw her worst enemy naked. That would be WAY too embarrassing for Hermione to explain. There was also the fact that she couldn't get that image out of her head. He was fit, he was gorgeous, he was a Satanic angel. And she hated the fact that he was slowly driving her insane. She knew that something was loose in her head. SHE was obsessing over DRACO MALFOY. It was wrong. It was stupid. He would never like her. But, she sadistically anticipated seeing him in the common room, especially since she knew that some sort of interesting things would happen.
Having thought that, she told herself that she was a stupid freaking idiot, and waited for Professor McGonagall to start teaching. Before she said anything, Hermione looked around and saw Malfoy turn around and look at her. They locked eyes and he smiled slightly, then turned around. Hermione flushed red once again, and was quickly questioned by Harry.
"Why the hell is Malfoy smiling at you?" Harry asked, Ron craning his neck over towards Harry to hear the conversation.
"How am I supposed to know? He's probably thinking of all the sadistic things he's going to torture me with during this trip we have to go on," she muttered.
"How could Dumbledore be so cruel to you, Mione? I mean, he should know that Malfoy is going to put you through hell!" Ron added.
"I'm not too worried. I'll set him straight," Hermione assured the boys, who were starting to get quite angry.
"He is such a wanker," Harry said. Ron chortled as Professor McGonagall called the class to attention.
Hermione could hear Professor McGonagall talking, but for the first time ever, she could not concentrate. Her brief conversation with her best friends made her realize the torture she would endure. The morning and afternoon, until Transfiguration, only saw her worrying about her secret crush.
Hermione sighed, shook her head slightly, and started to take notes on the lesson at hand, praying she didn't miss something important.
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Hermione spent her night in the library, leaving only minutes before curfew ended. She ran all the way back to her common room, and walked in to find Malfoy lounging in a chair, reading his Advanced Transfiguration book. She silently put her books on the table and sat down to start checking her homework.
She was halfway through the Transfiguration assignment when she felt a warm body next to her. Malfoy had sat down next to her. She looked up and asked, "Can I help you with something?"
"Can you explain the theory behind the Water Fire Spell?" Malfoy asked politely.
Hermione turned slightly so she was facing Malfoy. She looked down at her Transfiguration book, open to the page on the spell, and started explaining. "Well, the theory is that water and fire are complete opposites. You know, good and evil, that sort of thing. The Water Fire spell is supposed to turn something into its opposite. So, essentially, you could turn the lake into one great big pit of fire. It would take quite a bit of magic, but there you have it."
"So, for this assignment, I have to choose something and predict what it would turn into?" Malfoy asked.
"Yes."
"So, if I chose a Gryffindor, they would turn into a Slytherin?"
Hermione gasped silently. She wasn't expecting something like that. She studied Draco for a moment. He almost seemed saddened, saying that. She nodded and replied, "Well, yeah, I guess. But then you would have to explain why."
Malfoy moved in towards Hermione slightly. "Okay, well you could say that because most Slytherins strongly back The Dark Lord, whereas most Gryffindors..."
"...are behind Dumbledore?" Malfoy nodded and moved closer. Hermione was suddenly very aware of everything. Malfoy's entrancing eyes were on her, watching her, absorbing her words.
"Yeah. Slytherin is the evil group of Hogwarts, and Gryffindor's the good group, the honorable group. I wonder what it'd be like if a Slytherin and a Gryffindor really got along, or even dated, or something..." he trailed off, still looking straight into her eyes.
"It'd be interesting," she whispered as his face was almost touching hers. She got nervous. She knew she couldn't let him kiss her, which she knew he was about to do. Sure, she could think about it, but that's all she could ever let it become. She couldn't kiss Malfoy. Not after everything he had done to her. Not after she had wanted it all day. It didn't matter. She couldn't do it.
He closed his eyes and moved in to kiss her, but he only made contact with air. He opened his eyes and Hermione was standing away from the table, wide-eyed. "I'm sorry, Draco, but I can't..." she trailed off as she ran into her room, knowing that she couldn't go back, not even to get her homework.
Malfoy sat at the table, not believing that he almost kissed her. He sighed heavily and pulled out a piece of parchment. He started writing his Transfiguration assignment when he realized that she had called him by his first name. A smile played on his lips as he wrote everything that had been said about the assignment.
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Wa-La! Another chappie done. Yippee. Another chapter should be up by Thursday, I hope. Friday at the latest. I got lots of hours at work right now, and I got a lot going on, between flag corps, work, and school, but I promise to get a chapter up soon.
I'd like to say GraciaS to all my reviewers!
Okay, you can all go review now (pretty please with cherries on top!)
**Love, your resident band nerd, Liz**