A/N: Sorry the last one was so short! This one is a little bit, too...but I know some chapters are going to be longer than others. Ah well, I'll get there. Oh yes, we are back into the past now. Prologue was the future, just a small reminder there. On with the story!
In the last chapter....
"Well, as far as I'm concerned, it was only a good fuck...even though it never happened, thank Merlin." She held her nose up in disgust and looked him up and down. "Hell, not even that. You know, I'm thinking about telling people that they give you too much damn credit." With that she shoved past him and toward the castle. He was almost thinking about crying...almost, but he wasn't going to let her see how much it hurt. Then he turned angry and frustrated beyond compare. He stormed at her and tackled her to the ground. They rolled over several times with several bursts of outrage, trying to get the upperhand. It finally ended with Draco on top of Hermione, pinning her down. His wisps of platinum blonde hair brushing against her face dangerously. She was breathing shakily through her nose, trying to calm herself from killing him right there on the spot. She hated him, yet she couldn't stop loving him. No matter what he did.
Thinking this final simple thought was what sickened her the most about herself...when she became indecisive around him. It was proven correct when he finally let all the pent up rage out with one swift movement that she had missed so dearly...
~Chapter One~
If the sun hit it the right way when falling from the sky, the snow looked kind of silver and almost as if it was enchanted or wasn't there. One snowflake in particular wound in a small cyclone caused by the way the wind was making it move. It met it's untimely demise when it fell into a gloved hand, melting into the black fabric.
White stuff. Lots of it. It was getting so annoying. Hermione Granger sighed in agitation at her thoughts. She absent-mindedly wiped whatever of the now gone snowflake was left onto her billowing Gryffindor colored robes while walking across the bridge overlooking the large gorge, toward her favorite room in all of the grand castle of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She felt like dying. She was hiding it well...because this is the most miserable she has been in her entire life.
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The environment seemed to always get tense when it was once cheery and filled with all sorts of conversations whenever Draco Malfoy entered the room. With a smug, but bored look, the unofficial leader of the Slytherin's entered the library with his nose stuck snobbishly in the air. He glanced around the room for his next target to insult and make fun of. Full of arrogance and confidence, he glanced around the room, finding all of them too much of an easy target. Their eyes widened anytime he would make eye contact with them and quickly averted their gaze, usually finding the most boring of things interesting all of a sudden. Draco sighed in agitation, thinking of how much of a boring day it was going to be. That was, until he spotted one of his main arch-rivals. Well, arch-rival when it came to schoolwork and throwing witty, sarcastic, and hurtful remarks at each other. He smirked as his platinum blonde hair fell into his icy blue eyes, giving him an evil appearance. But then again, he always had a mischevious and quite an evil look to him. He immediately noticed what she was doing and wasn't surprised. Rather agitated if anything. She was always doing the same exact thing whenever you saw her.
Granger, the bookworm! Doing what she did best, of course! (Besides taking all of the end of the year exams. She seemed to be the only one who seemed to enjoy actually taking them, which disgusted him with how much it showed how much of a life she simply didn't seem to have.) He laughed inwardly. Knowing how she is, she's probably not even studying. It's the weekend, even for her, that had to be ludacris! The tall Sixth Year thought as he watched Hermione tuck a strand curl behind her ear, while silently mouthing out parts of the book, putting it into her memory. Quite frankly, he was surprised at how much her small little head could hold. Anyone would think it would explode at any moment. She must h ave a Pensieve. Shaking the meaningless thoughts out of his head, Draco silently took a seat a few tables away and grabbed a book he wasn't even reading. Peering over the book every once in a while and glance at her with a smirk on his face, plotting his move. He went back to staring at the book when he saw someone shadowing him and he looked up curiously, then his face turned into a sneer.
"What do you want, Granger?" He spat out, sitting up slightly. Draco finally figured out that calling her Mudblood was useless. Mainly because she never reacted to the name calling like she used to last year. It's almost as if she had totally changed over the last summer. Sure, Pothead and Weasel still fought with him almost everyday. Granger was usually the one who told them to break it up, which strangely enough, all three boys usually listened most of the time now. That alone bewildered him as much as it disgusted how much control she had over most people. Another main reason as to why he had ignored her soon after the year started...just because she wasn't worth the effort anymore. She was boring as ever now. She was always giving off that vibe with her eyes, she look deserted at most times. Like she wanted to be alone and left to die. He had overheard many conversations the two Gryffindor boys had about her strange behavior. He had to agree with them, for once. Sometimes she was a totally different person, other times she acted kind of the same as before. But for some reason he almost felt pity for her, being friends with Wonder Boy. Must be hard being the little, perfect prefect bitch of Gryffindor. He snapped out of his slurred thoughts when Hermione tucked her books under her arm, looking at him with lazy boredom as she replied.
"I was sitting by myself, minding my own business when I felt someone staring at me. Then I look up and low and behold I find you...sitting here, reading." Hermione said, keeping her voice even, with a slight borish and uninterested tone to it. Draco slammed the book shut (over-dramatically, might I add) and stood up, towering over her to try and intimidate her. Which of course, never seemed to work for some reason. He hated the fact that it never worked with her, he felt like he was losing his power in a way. Then again, this is Hermione Granger we are talking about here. He thought, which only agitated him further. He simply smirked at her coldly, crossing his arms.
"What? I read too, Mudblood." He stated matter-of-factly. She pushed back her hair and smirked slightly.
"Well, obviously it mustn't be for one of your classes." She stated, amused.
"What exactly are you stating here, Granger?" He asked coldly, while frowning in confusion. She pointed at the book and scoffed in an amused way.
"Well, I guess your reputation is false, by the looks of it. Which I must add, is quite amusing." By then she was having the hardest time trying to not laugh. Draco looked down at the book and read the title. "A Witch's Guide to Learning About Her Body" Draco's face turned bright red. Hermione wasn't sure if it was from anger, embarrassment, or both.
"Unless you're really a female under all those Slytherin robes...and I thought I was bad about my self image! If you ask very nicely I just might go ask if Lavender, Parvati, and Ginny will give you a make-over!" She said with obvious fake giddy-ness as she continued, giving him the double-take. "It's amazing how well you've hidden it for all these years! Even I haven't noticed it!" She said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Ooooh, wait until everyone hears about this! Our little Malfoy has finally hit the stages of puberty! Better late than never, as I always say."
Before she knew what was happening, she was drug in between two bookshelfs and pinned against a stone pillar. She gasped in slight discomfort as her back hit the cold stone. Instead of the initial fear Draco was expecting in her eyes, he got anger instead. Damn, doesn't anything frighten this girl? Hermione didn't notice that her body was fighting against him before she realized it, but with this information in hand, she quickly started pounding on him.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Granger!" He hissed quietly through his clenched teeth. "When in the hell did you become violent!?" He wasn't expecting the little Mudblood bitch actually hurting him.
"When you decided to take your vocabulary level a few notches lower!" With that said, she kicked him in the shin.
"Fuck!" He ground his teeth together in pain, but didn't let go of her. Instead he shoved her into the wall more violently and she yelped. He brought his nose down to hers until they were almost touching and the way he glared at this way almost made her frightened. Almost. "Listen here you little bitch! If you go around spreading this false shit about me then I'll-" He was cut off by Hermione.
"You know, I've read somewhere that the more you curse the more it shows how low your intelligence is. It shows how much you can't think of any other words to say, so hey, throw in a few meaningless words and it makes you look cool and stupid! Yay!" She said sweetly, of course it was faux.
"I'm not ignorant, Granger. Plus I can't help it if I am cooler than you, which you'll never be in a million years." His lips tugged into a small smirk. Hermione raised both her brows and whistled at his slightly cliche comment.
"Well, I have my own little saying about situations like this." She stated, while glancing at the book titles, most of which she had already read. Draco's eyebrows knit together in confusion.
"Yeah, a situation you probably like." He said, trying to make her face turn red, but it didn't. Damn her!
"Artificial intelligence is no match for natural stupidity." Hermione said in a sing-song voice. Draco would have slapped her if she didn't have a uterus. (In meaning, that if she was male he would've decked her lights out!) He never hit females, but he was almost considering on making an acception. Then again, he wasn't going to get into deep shit over something so stupid. So instead he grabbed a handful of her hair. He didn't rip it out or anything. Just held onto it firmly, so if she did move it would hurt like hell. He was about to say something, when something flashed through her eyes.
"So, you don't think I'm cooler than you?" She said slowly, not really asking him, but herself. Draco had a sly smirk suddenly.
"Let's make a little deal, Granger."
"What kind of deal?" She asked cautiously. He loosened his grip on her and let go of her hair since he had her full attention now.
"I'll help you become popular." He said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Hermione straightened out her clothes and flattened out her bushy hair (if that was even possible).
"I don't need your help. If I wanted to be popular, I could do it just fine on my own." She snorted. "I don't need help from some sort of playboy." Draco could only help but give a slight grin to her comment.
"You couldn't do it if your life depended on it." He said, almost as if daring her to do it on her own. And Hermione Granger was never one to back down from things like this. She was one of those people who just loved to prove people wrong.
"Hah, I can do it by myself and guess what? I'm going to start right now." With that she brushed past him and put the forgotten books away on a shelf carelessly. She wiped the salavia from the corner of her mouth with her index finger from talking. Making it slide downward, bringing her bottom lip down with it slightly.
"See you at class on Monday. That is, if you even see me." She added mysteriously and left. Draco didn't quite understand what she was planning on doing, but he guessed he would find out in two days time. He shook out of his thoughts when he heard his name being called by his fellow Quidditch team members. Sigh. Time for practice.
~Fin~
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A/N: So? How did you like it? Was it a good start to the chapters? Please review and tell me what you think! Thanks to all the people that reviewed on the prologue! Thanks even if you only read it! Doesn't matter to me! I know how it is...reading stories, but are waaaay too lazy or just don't feel like reviewing, but you still like them (or hate them). Actually, I do that all of the time. So I suppose I'm guilty. I'm working on Chapter Two right now, I don't know when I'll be done with it. Hopefully soon!
Thanks for all the kick ass reviews! I love 'em!
pink_lemonade_86
In the last chapter....
"Well, as far as I'm concerned, it was only a good fuck...even though it never happened, thank Merlin." She held her nose up in disgust and looked him up and down. "Hell, not even that. You know, I'm thinking about telling people that they give you too much damn credit." With that she shoved past him and toward the castle. He was almost thinking about crying...almost, but he wasn't going to let her see how much it hurt. Then he turned angry and frustrated beyond compare. He stormed at her and tackled her to the ground. They rolled over several times with several bursts of outrage, trying to get the upperhand. It finally ended with Draco on top of Hermione, pinning her down. His wisps of platinum blonde hair brushing against her face dangerously. She was breathing shakily through her nose, trying to calm herself from killing him right there on the spot. She hated him, yet she couldn't stop loving him. No matter what he did.
Thinking this final simple thought was what sickened her the most about herself...when she became indecisive around him. It was proven correct when he finally let all the pent up rage out with one swift movement that she had missed so dearly...
If the sun hit it the right way when falling from the sky, the snow looked kind of silver and almost as if it was enchanted or wasn't there. One snowflake in particular wound in a small cyclone caused by the way the wind was making it move. It met it's untimely demise when it fell into a gloved hand, melting into the black fabric.
White stuff. Lots of it. It was getting so annoying. Hermione Granger sighed in agitation at her thoughts. She absent-mindedly wiped whatever of the now gone snowflake was left onto her billowing Gryffindor colored robes while walking across the bridge overlooking the large gorge, toward her favorite room in all of the grand castle of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She felt like dying. She was hiding it well...because this is the most miserable she has been in her entire life.
The environment seemed to always get tense when it was once cheery and filled with all sorts of conversations whenever Draco Malfoy entered the room. With a smug, but bored look, the unofficial leader of the Slytherin's entered the library with his nose stuck snobbishly in the air. He glanced around the room for his next target to insult and make fun of. Full of arrogance and confidence, he glanced around the room, finding all of them too much of an easy target. Their eyes widened anytime he would make eye contact with them and quickly averted their gaze, usually finding the most boring of things interesting all of a sudden. Draco sighed in agitation, thinking of how much of a boring day it was going to be. That was, until he spotted one of his main arch-rivals. Well, arch-rival when it came to schoolwork and throwing witty, sarcastic, and hurtful remarks at each other. He smirked as his platinum blonde hair fell into his icy blue eyes, giving him an evil appearance. But then again, he always had a mischevious and quite an evil look to him. He immediately noticed what she was doing and wasn't surprised. Rather agitated if anything. She was always doing the same exact thing whenever you saw her.
Granger, the bookworm! Doing what she did best, of course! (Besides taking all of the end of the year exams. She seemed to be the only one who seemed to enjoy actually taking them, which disgusted him with how much it showed how much of a life she simply didn't seem to have.) He laughed inwardly. Knowing how she is, she's probably not even studying. It's the weekend, even for her, that had to be ludacris! The tall Sixth Year thought as he watched Hermione tuck a strand curl behind her ear, while silently mouthing out parts of the book, putting it into her memory. Quite frankly, he was surprised at how much her small little head could hold. Anyone would think it would explode at any moment. She must h ave a Pensieve. Shaking the meaningless thoughts out of his head, Draco silently took a seat a few tables away and grabbed a book he wasn't even reading. Peering over the book every once in a while and glance at her with a smirk on his face, plotting his move. He went back to staring at the book when he saw someone shadowing him and he looked up curiously, then his face turned into a sneer.
"What do you want, Granger?" He spat out, sitting up slightly. Draco finally figured out that calling her Mudblood was useless. Mainly because she never reacted to the name calling like she used to last year. It's almost as if she had totally changed over the last summer. Sure, Pothead and Weasel still fought with him almost everyday. Granger was usually the one who told them to break it up, which strangely enough, all three boys usually listened most of the time now. That alone bewildered him as much as it disgusted how much control she had over most people. Another main reason as to why he had ignored her soon after the year started...just because she wasn't worth the effort anymore. She was boring as ever now. She was always giving off that vibe with her eyes, she look deserted at most times. Like she wanted to be alone and left to die. He had overheard many conversations the two Gryffindor boys had about her strange behavior. He had to agree with them, for once. Sometimes she was a totally different person, other times she acted kind of the same as before. But for some reason he almost felt pity for her, being friends with Wonder Boy. Must be hard being the little, perfect prefect bitch of Gryffindor. He snapped out of his slurred thoughts when Hermione tucked her books under her arm, looking at him with lazy boredom as she replied.
"I was sitting by myself, minding my own business when I felt someone staring at me. Then I look up and low and behold I find you...sitting here, reading." Hermione said, keeping her voice even, with a slight borish and uninterested tone to it. Draco slammed the book shut (over-dramatically, might I add) and stood up, towering over her to try and intimidate her. Which of course, never seemed to work for some reason. He hated the fact that it never worked with her, he felt like he was losing his power in a way. Then again, this is Hermione Granger we are talking about here. He thought, which only agitated him further. He simply smirked at her coldly, crossing his arms.
"What? I read too, Mudblood." He stated matter-of-factly. She pushed back her hair and smirked slightly.
"Well, obviously it mustn't be for one of your classes." She stated, amused.
"What exactly are you stating here, Granger?" He asked coldly, while frowning in confusion. She pointed at the book and scoffed in an amused way.
"Well, I guess your reputation is false, by the looks of it. Which I must add, is quite amusing." By then she was having the hardest time trying to not laugh. Draco looked down at the book and read the title. "A Witch's Guide to Learning About Her Body" Draco's face turned bright red. Hermione wasn't sure if it was from anger, embarrassment, or both.
"Unless you're really a female under all those Slytherin robes...and I thought I was bad about my self image! If you ask very nicely I just might go ask if Lavender, Parvati, and Ginny will give you a make-over!" She said with obvious fake giddy-ness as she continued, giving him the double-take. "It's amazing how well you've hidden it for all these years! Even I haven't noticed it!" She said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Ooooh, wait until everyone hears about this! Our little Malfoy has finally hit the stages of puberty! Better late than never, as I always say."
Before she knew what was happening, she was drug in between two bookshelfs and pinned against a stone pillar. She gasped in slight discomfort as her back hit the cold stone. Instead of the initial fear Draco was expecting in her eyes, he got anger instead. Damn, doesn't anything frighten this girl? Hermione didn't notice that her body was fighting against him before she realized it, but with this information in hand, she quickly started pounding on him.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Granger!" He hissed quietly through his clenched teeth. "When in the hell did you become violent!?" He wasn't expecting the little Mudblood bitch actually hurting him.
"When you decided to take your vocabulary level a few notches lower!" With that said, she kicked him in the shin.
"Fuck!" He ground his teeth together in pain, but didn't let go of her. Instead he shoved her into the wall more violently and she yelped. He brought his nose down to hers until they were almost touching and the way he glared at this way almost made her frightened. Almost. "Listen here you little bitch! If you go around spreading this false shit about me then I'll-" He was cut off by Hermione.
"You know, I've read somewhere that the more you curse the more it shows how low your intelligence is. It shows how much you can't think of any other words to say, so hey, throw in a few meaningless words and it makes you look cool and stupid! Yay!" She said sweetly, of course it was faux.
"I'm not ignorant, Granger. Plus I can't help it if I am cooler than you, which you'll never be in a million years." His lips tugged into a small smirk. Hermione raised both her brows and whistled at his slightly cliche comment.
"Well, I have my own little saying about situations like this." She stated, while glancing at the book titles, most of which she had already read. Draco's eyebrows knit together in confusion.
"Yeah, a situation you probably like." He said, trying to make her face turn red, but it didn't. Damn her!
"Artificial intelligence is no match for natural stupidity." Hermione said in a sing-song voice. Draco would have slapped her if she didn't have a uterus. (In meaning, that if she was male he would've decked her lights out!) He never hit females, but he was almost considering on making an acception. Then again, he wasn't going to get into deep shit over something so stupid. So instead he grabbed a handful of her hair. He didn't rip it out or anything. Just held onto it firmly, so if she did move it would hurt like hell. He was about to say something, when something flashed through her eyes.
"So, you don't think I'm cooler than you?" She said slowly, not really asking him, but herself. Draco had a sly smirk suddenly.
"Let's make a little deal, Granger."
"What kind of deal?" She asked cautiously. He loosened his grip on her and let go of her hair since he had her full attention now.
"I'll help you become popular." He said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Hermione straightened out her clothes and flattened out her bushy hair (if that was even possible).
"I don't need your help. If I wanted to be popular, I could do it just fine on my own." She snorted. "I don't need help from some sort of playboy." Draco could only help but give a slight grin to her comment.
"You couldn't do it if your life depended on it." He said, almost as if daring her to do it on her own. And Hermione Granger was never one to back down from things like this. She was one of those people who just loved to prove people wrong.
"Hah, I can do it by myself and guess what? I'm going to start right now." With that she brushed past him and put the forgotten books away on a shelf carelessly. She wiped the salavia from the corner of her mouth with her index finger from talking. Making it slide downward, bringing her bottom lip down with it slightly.
"See you at class on Monday. That is, if you even see me." She added mysteriously and left. Draco didn't quite understand what she was planning on doing, but he guessed he would find out in two days time. He shook out of his thoughts when he heard his name being called by his fellow Quidditch team members. Sigh. Time for practice.
~Fin~
A/N: So? How did you like it? Was it a good start to the chapters? Please review and tell me what you think! Thanks to all the people that reviewed on the prologue! Thanks even if you only read it! Doesn't matter to me! I know how it is...reading stories, but are waaaay too lazy or just don't feel like reviewing, but you still like them (or hate them). Actually, I do that all of the time. So I suppose I'm guilty. I'm working on Chapter Two right now, I don't know when I'll be done with it. Hopefully soon!
Thanks for all the kick ass reviews! I love 'em!
pink_lemonade_86