Eye of the Dragon, Eloquence of the Heart
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Everything represented in this story belongs to JKR. Any references made will be cited at the end of the chapter.
When Hermione Granger thought of her years at Hogwarts School, many things came to mind. First, were her best friends Harry Potter, possibly the most famous wizard ever known, and Ron Weasley. They were best friends for their seven years at school, give or take a few months First Year. She remembered all of their adventures, and times of mortal peril. The next thing she thought of was how much she loved to learn, and how that never changed. She loved the thrill of challenge. Everything from figuring out how to transfigure a bird to a pig, or charm a book to tap dance, excited her. And the last of her Top Three memories, she thought of Draco Malfoy.
***FLASHBACK***
"Harry! Come on! We're going to be late for Potions!" cried Hermione.
"Ugh, I'm coming, I'm coming! Don't nag!" Harry responded. Ron laughed at them, and chose not to say anything, for once. Walking quickly, they made their way down to the dungeons. As usual, Professor Snape was already there, and was waiting for students to arrive. It also appeared as though the rest of the class was already there.
Ron looked around and muttered under his breath to his best friends, "Uh- oh..."
Snape's voice cut through the air like a knife. "Thank you for joining us, Potter, Weasley, and Miss Granger." He looked around, "Tut-Tut, it looks as though you three are late."
Harry clenched his teeth, but Hermione said, "We most certainly are not later professor! The bell hasn't rung yet!"
"Silence," Snape hissed, "you three are late because you are the last one's in this classroom. Miss Granger, your presence is requested for a detention tonight at 8 P.M. sharp, and do not be late."
Harry looked like he was about to say anything, but Hermione stamped on his foot. "Don't say anything. You don't need to get in trouble also," Hermione whispered.
They took their usual seats in the back of the room and got out their supplies while Snape wrote the instructions on the board.
"I can't believe you got a detention Hermione! The Friday before Christmas holiday! And you're Head Girl!" Harry said.
"Bad Hermione! Bad!" Ron joked.
"Oh shut up you two! I'm sure it won't be that bad! Plus, things can't really get worse."
Unfortunately, someone else had been listening to their exchange. "Ah Granger, I think you're wrong there. I'm surprised at you"
Hermione whirled around, "What do you want Malfoy?" she spat out.
"I was just commenting that things do indeed get worse. The first case of things getting worse is that you don't get to say goodbye to you boyfriends before they leave for holiday," he drawled, "And second of all, we have to spend it together. Not how I was planning my first evening of break."
"Shut up ferret face. Harry and Ron are not my boyfriends, and...wait. Why am I spending detention with you?"
"Not concentrating hard enough in class Miss Granger. I think I will have to take 10 points from Gryffindor for that," said a voice behind them.
After Double Potions, Hermione, Harry, and Ron headed back upstairs. Harry and Ron were discussing Quidditch, and Hermione was almost looking forward to leaving them at the Gryffindor Common Rooms, and heading to the Head's Dorm.
"Great," she thought, "Another fun filled afternoon with High Pureblood, I- Have-A-Stick-Up-My-Ass-Malfoy."
When Hermione received an owl from Hogwarts the previous summer telling her that she had been made Head Girl, she was stoked. Although she was betting that she would be, it still came as a surprise. Her elation was slightly deterred, however, when she found out on September 1st that Ferret Boy Draco Malfoy was Head Boy. She didn't really expect Ron to become HB, but still. The first month or so of school was filled with name calling and insults on both sides. But after a while it just leveled to sheer irritation, annoyance. They had almost reached an unspoken agreement to be somewhat civil to each other, at least in their dorm. After all, they were basically living with each other.
Eventually, the trio got to the Gryffindor room. Harry and Ron begged Hermione to come in a play a came of chess, or just hang out, but she declined.
"No you guys, I have work to do, and I want to finish it before my detention! I'm going to miss you both so much! Ron, Harry, be good in Romania, and, I know it's hard for you, but try not to do anything stupid." She gave them both a hug, and headed off.
Back in the Head Boy/Girl common room, Draco was already sitting on the Green and Maroon couch, reading. He valued this quiet time, even if he wouldn't admit it to anyone. He especially enjoyed the dorm when Miss Mudblood I-Know-Everything wasn't there. Just being in the same room as her irked him. He stopped calling her Mudblood out loud; after all, he was almost 17. But he still hated her, even if he couldn't remember why exactly. The portrait door swinging open quickly interrupted his calm.
"Bloody hell," he thought.
Hermione strode into the room and was almost up the stairs to her room when she heard,
"What, no 'Hello, how are you?' for the head boy?"
"Go to hell Malfoy," was her response, and kept walking. She didn't want to have to deal with him, at least not yet.
Hermione loved spending time in her room. The walls were painted maroon and gold, and her bedding was checked with the same colors. Her furniture was made of an eloquent mahogany wood, and all the hardware was a shiny brass. One wall was lined with shelves of books. Against another wall were her bed and a door to the common room, and on a third was her desk and armoire. On the fourth wall were a large floor length mirror, a couch, and a door leading to her and Draco's adjoining bathroom. Many girls in Hogwarts would kill to be able to share such a close proximity to Draco Malfoy: Sex God, but Hermione could have cared less. She understood why girls were attracted to him. His white-blonde hair fell in around his face, his gray eyes were mysterious and sexy, and his body was amazing due to 6 and a half years of Quidditch. But his personality negated all of that in Hermione's mind.
Instead of doing work, like she told Ron and Harry she was going to do, she lay down on her bed.
"I guess I'm more tired than I thought," said Hermione out loud. "I'll just close my eyes for a few hours, skip dinner, and then go do that god awful detention for Snape." She preformed a spell that would wake her up at 7:30, and closed her eyes.
References: "...I know it's hard for you, but try not to do anything stupid." --- Pirates of the Caribbean If there are any other references that you find, let me know and I will cite them!
A/N: So, do you like? This is my first fic. I'll try and update quickly. Please review and I hope you like it!!!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Everything represented in this story belongs to JKR. Any references made will be cited at the end of the chapter.
When Hermione Granger thought of her years at Hogwarts School, many things came to mind. First, were her best friends Harry Potter, possibly the most famous wizard ever known, and Ron Weasley. They were best friends for their seven years at school, give or take a few months First Year. She remembered all of their adventures, and times of mortal peril. The next thing she thought of was how much she loved to learn, and how that never changed. She loved the thrill of challenge. Everything from figuring out how to transfigure a bird to a pig, or charm a book to tap dance, excited her. And the last of her Top Three memories, she thought of Draco Malfoy.
***FLASHBACK***
"Harry! Come on! We're going to be late for Potions!" cried Hermione.
"Ugh, I'm coming, I'm coming! Don't nag!" Harry responded. Ron laughed at them, and chose not to say anything, for once. Walking quickly, they made their way down to the dungeons. As usual, Professor Snape was already there, and was waiting for students to arrive. It also appeared as though the rest of the class was already there.
Ron looked around and muttered under his breath to his best friends, "Uh- oh..."
Snape's voice cut through the air like a knife. "Thank you for joining us, Potter, Weasley, and Miss Granger." He looked around, "Tut-Tut, it looks as though you three are late."
Harry clenched his teeth, but Hermione said, "We most certainly are not later professor! The bell hasn't rung yet!"
"Silence," Snape hissed, "you three are late because you are the last one's in this classroom. Miss Granger, your presence is requested for a detention tonight at 8 P.M. sharp, and do not be late."
Harry looked like he was about to say anything, but Hermione stamped on his foot. "Don't say anything. You don't need to get in trouble also," Hermione whispered.
They took their usual seats in the back of the room and got out their supplies while Snape wrote the instructions on the board.
"I can't believe you got a detention Hermione! The Friday before Christmas holiday! And you're Head Girl!" Harry said.
"Bad Hermione! Bad!" Ron joked.
"Oh shut up you two! I'm sure it won't be that bad! Plus, things can't really get worse."
Unfortunately, someone else had been listening to their exchange. "Ah Granger, I think you're wrong there. I'm surprised at you"
Hermione whirled around, "What do you want Malfoy?" she spat out.
"I was just commenting that things do indeed get worse. The first case of things getting worse is that you don't get to say goodbye to you boyfriends before they leave for holiday," he drawled, "And second of all, we have to spend it together. Not how I was planning my first evening of break."
"Shut up ferret face. Harry and Ron are not my boyfriends, and...wait. Why am I spending detention with you?"
"Not concentrating hard enough in class Miss Granger. I think I will have to take 10 points from Gryffindor for that," said a voice behind them.
After Double Potions, Hermione, Harry, and Ron headed back upstairs. Harry and Ron were discussing Quidditch, and Hermione was almost looking forward to leaving them at the Gryffindor Common Rooms, and heading to the Head's Dorm.
"Great," she thought, "Another fun filled afternoon with High Pureblood, I- Have-A-Stick-Up-My-Ass-Malfoy."
When Hermione received an owl from Hogwarts the previous summer telling her that she had been made Head Girl, she was stoked. Although she was betting that she would be, it still came as a surprise. Her elation was slightly deterred, however, when she found out on September 1st that Ferret Boy Draco Malfoy was Head Boy. She didn't really expect Ron to become HB, but still. The first month or so of school was filled with name calling and insults on both sides. But after a while it just leveled to sheer irritation, annoyance. They had almost reached an unspoken agreement to be somewhat civil to each other, at least in their dorm. After all, they were basically living with each other.
Eventually, the trio got to the Gryffindor room. Harry and Ron begged Hermione to come in a play a came of chess, or just hang out, but she declined.
"No you guys, I have work to do, and I want to finish it before my detention! I'm going to miss you both so much! Ron, Harry, be good in Romania, and, I know it's hard for you, but try not to do anything stupid." She gave them both a hug, and headed off.
Back in the Head Boy/Girl common room, Draco was already sitting on the Green and Maroon couch, reading. He valued this quiet time, even if he wouldn't admit it to anyone. He especially enjoyed the dorm when Miss Mudblood I-Know-Everything wasn't there. Just being in the same room as her irked him. He stopped calling her Mudblood out loud; after all, he was almost 17. But he still hated her, even if he couldn't remember why exactly. The portrait door swinging open quickly interrupted his calm.
"Bloody hell," he thought.
Hermione strode into the room and was almost up the stairs to her room when she heard,
"What, no 'Hello, how are you?' for the head boy?"
"Go to hell Malfoy," was her response, and kept walking. She didn't want to have to deal with him, at least not yet.
Hermione loved spending time in her room. The walls were painted maroon and gold, and her bedding was checked with the same colors. Her furniture was made of an eloquent mahogany wood, and all the hardware was a shiny brass. One wall was lined with shelves of books. Against another wall were her bed and a door to the common room, and on a third was her desk and armoire. On the fourth wall were a large floor length mirror, a couch, and a door leading to her and Draco's adjoining bathroom. Many girls in Hogwarts would kill to be able to share such a close proximity to Draco Malfoy: Sex God, but Hermione could have cared less. She understood why girls were attracted to him. His white-blonde hair fell in around his face, his gray eyes were mysterious and sexy, and his body was amazing due to 6 and a half years of Quidditch. But his personality negated all of that in Hermione's mind.
Instead of doing work, like she told Ron and Harry she was going to do, she lay down on her bed.
"I guess I'm more tired than I thought," said Hermione out loud. "I'll just close my eyes for a few hours, skip dinner, and then go do that god awful detention for Snape." She preformed a spell that would wake her up at 7:30, and closed her eyes.
References: "...I know it's hard for you, but try not to do anything stupid." --- Pirates of the Caribbean If there are any other references that you find, let me know and I will cite them!
A/N: So, do you like? This is my first fic. I'll try and update quickly. Please review and I hope you like it!!!