Disclaimer: once again I insist that if you think I m the original author
of this series you are insane! I am making no money off this Fan Fic,
simply because it is indeed a FAN FIC.
A/N: I forgot that they don't allow italics on the website so all thoughts will be marked with '.' for example if you could hear my thoughts now they would be saying 'Please Read, Review, and feel free to criticize!' OH! And I must give credit where credit is due.. my wonderful friend Lillie Blaze gave me some of the ideas for descriptions of people and places form the fictions she has done, and I here-by dedicate this Fan Fic to her. Sorry if it takes awhile for me to get new chapters up, I can only work on this fic while I'm at school!
Ch 2:
After the initial shock had worn off a little Hermione took a second to look at the person standing in front of her.
He is taller than last year probably about 5'10" with a lean, strong, and nicely toned build that he'd obtained from playing Quidditch. She also saw that he had finally stopped gelling his hair back and it hung down loosely in his cool-gray eyes. Eyes that at the moment looked somewhat amused.
He saw her quick assessment and took the time to make one of his own of the muggle-born who had plagued him since first year, beating him in almost every class, except potions of course.
She was still petite but had grown 'all the right curves in all the right places.' She must have learned a few beauty charms over the summer because her hair was no longer "Fluffy" but fell down her back in gentle waves and was a nice cinnamon brown. Her Almond shaped eyes were also a deep chocolate brown and her heart shaped mouth was in a frustrated little pout. She almost looked cute.
Wait, CUTE?
'Did I, Draco Malfoy, just approve of a mudblood? And not just any mudblood, but THE mudblood!
"Like what you see mudblood," sneered Draco the amusement gone from his eyes and replaced with the old emotionless cold.
"No, do you Malfoy?" Retorted Hermione.
"No."
At this they both turned and hastily walked into their rooms.
Hermione hadn't taken the time to look around the common room (she was a tad preoccupied with finding Draco there) but she gasped when she stepped into her room.
The room was decorated completely in gold and crimson. There was a queen size (how appropriate) canopy bed with the headboard centered up against the far wall. Across the bed hung dark crimson curtains on all side embroider with various images of lions prowling along the edges. The bed frame itself was a dark mahogany and had a carved landscape with more lions resting. The feather soft mattress had a lovely comforter of gold and crimson that matched the drapes and bed.
Off to the side of the room there was a lovely matching vanity desk with flecks of gold and small rubies outlining the mirror and each of the drawers had an elegant gold handle.
Glancing up she saw that even the ceiling had been given special attention.
Looking more closely she noticed intricate patterns, all of which were geometrically correct (of course) and stunningly beautiful.
Sighing heavily she walked over to the window and was greeted by a breathtaking view of the grounds of Hogwarts. She could see Hagrid's hut in the distance and decided it might be a good idea to talk to him about her situation.
She walked over to her door and peeked outside, not seeing Malfoy she began to creep through the common room, "Oh this is absurd," she thought aloud and then stalked out of the common room.
Walking along wordlessly she made her way down to Hagrid's shabby little hut. Reaching for the door she hesitated when she saw a crate rocking violently off to the side.
"Oh Hagrid," she muttered shaking her head and reaching over to knock on the door.
Hagrid opened the door in his usual slow cautious way, but his face broke out in a huge grin.
"Oh allo Hermione, I heard you got some good news?"
"Yes Hagrid the greatest, but I have terrible news to go along with it."
"This wouldn't have nuttin to do with that Malfoy fellow would it?"
"Of course it does Hagrid, I don't know how I'm going to be able to survive living with him."
"Oh, you'll so alright Hermione, you can handle that ole malfoy any day."
"Well sure any day I see him in the hall, its all to easy to deal with him, but living with him will be murder."
"Ah come in and have a cup o' tea, and stop worrying, you'll do just fine."
~*~
Draco sat up in the Astronomy Tower and watched the little interaction before sitting back and sighing.
He'd left before Granger and had gone up to the owlery, his father had been convinced that Draco was in some form of trouble and had given specific orders for Draco to owl him immediately upon finding out what his "news" was.
"Well," thought Draco, "at least he'll be surprised. I'd love to see his face when he finds out grangers Head Girl."
He sat there thinking about how good she looked this year, he'd thought she looked great at the Yule Ball in fourth year, but that was nothing compared to now. How the hell was he going to deal living with this smart aleck?
"Well at least she should leave me alone and stick to her books, " he thought grumpily.
Why, of all people, did it have to be her? She and her friends had plagued him for six years, well maybe he'd done most of the plaguing, but only because his father had heard about them and given him very strict instructions.
Mostly he just watched them with extreme jealousy. He had no friends anyway. Well no REAL friends, Crabe and Goyle never counted, but their fathers were close to his. And then there was Pansy Parkinson, they were friends when he was little but when they arrived at Hogwarts and he'd shown no interest in her physically, she'd taken the first opportunity to stab him in the back, and then every opportunity since.
With these thoughts Draco leaned against the cold stone wall and closed his eyes. He was asleep within minutes.
A/N: I forgot that they don't allow italics on the website so all thoughts will be marked with '.' for example if you could hear my thoughts now they would be saying 'Please Read, Review, and feel free to criticize!' OH! And I must give credit where credit is due.. my wonderful friend Lillie Blaze gave me some of the ideas for descriptions of people and places form the fictions she has done, and I here-by dedicate this Fan Fic to her. Sorry if it takes awhile for me to get new chapters up, I can only work on this fic while I'm at school!
Ch 2:
After the initial shock had worn off a little Hermione took a second to look at the person standing in front of her.
He is taller than last year probably about 5'10" with a lean, strong, and nicely toned build that he'd obtained from playing Quidditch. She also saw that he had finally stopped gelling his hair back and it hung down loosely in his cool-gray eyes. Eyes that at the moment looked somewhat amused.
He saw her quick assessment and took the time to make one of his own of the muggle-born who had plagued him since first year, beating him in almost every class, except potions of course.
She was still petite but had grown 'all the right curves in all the right places.' She must have learned a few beauty charms over the summer because her hair was no longer "Fluffy" but fell down her back in gentle waves and was a nice cinnamon brown. Her Almond shaped eyes were also a deep chocolate brown and her heart shaped mouth was in a frustrated little pout. She almost looked cute.
Wait, CUTE?
'Did I, Draco Malfoy, just approve of a mudblood? And not just any mudblood, but THE mudblood!
"Like what you see mudblood," sneered Draco the amusement gone from his eyes and replaced with the old emotionless cold.
"No, do you Malfoy?" Retorted Hermione.
"No."
At this they both turned and hastily walked into their rooms.
Hermione hadn't taken the time to look around the common room (she was a tad preoccupied with finding Draco there) but she gasped when she stepped into her room.
The room was decorated completely in gold and crimson. There was a queen size (how appropriate) canopy bed with the headboard centered up against the far wall. Across the bed hung dark crimson curtains on all side embroider with various images of lions prowling along the edges. The bed frame itself was a dark mahogany and had a carved landscape with more lions resting. The feather soft mattress had a lovely comforter of gold and crimson that matched the drapes and bed.
Off to the side of the room there was a lovely matching vanity desk with flecks of gold and small rubies outlining the mirror and each of the drawers had an elegant gold handle.
Glancing up she saw that even the ceiling had been given special attention.
Looking more closely she noticed intricate patterns, all of which were geometrically correct (of course) and stunningly beautiful.
Sighing heavily she walked over to the window and was greeted by a breathtaking view of the grounds of Hogwarts. She could see Hagrid's hut in the distance and decided it might be a good idea to talk to him about her situation.
She walked over to her door and peeked outside, not seeing Malfoy she began to creep through the common room, "Oh this is absurd," she thought aloud and then stalked out of the common room.
Walking along wordlessly she made her way down to Hagrid's shabby little hut. Reaching for the door she hesitated when she saw a crate rocking violently off to the side.
"Oh Hagrid," she muttered shaking her head and reaching over to knock on the door.
Hagrid opened the door in his usual slow cautious way, but his face broke out in a huge grin.
"Oh allo Hermione, I heard you got some good news?"
"Yes Hagrid the greatest, but I have terrible news to go along with it."
"This wouldn't have nuttin to do with that Malfoy fellow would it?"
"Of course it does Hagrid, I don't know how I'm going to be able to survive living with him."
"Oh, you'll so alright Hermione, you can handle that ole malfoy any day."
"Well sure any day I see him in the hall, its all to easy to deal with him, but living with him will be murder."
"Ah come in and have a cup o' tea, and stop worrying, you'll do just fine."
~*~
Draco sat up in the Astronomy Tower and watched the little interaction before sitting back and sighing.
He'd left before Granger and had gone up to the owlery, his father had been convinced that Draco was in some form of trouble and had given specific orders for Draco to owl him immediately upon finding out what his "news" was.
"Well," thought Draco, "at least he'll be surprised. I'd love to see his face when he finds out grangers Head Girl."
He sat there thinking about how good she looked this year, he'd thought she looked great at the Yule Ball in fourth year, but that was nothing compared to now. How the hell was he going to deal living with this smart aleck?
"Well at least she should leave me alone and stick to her books, " he thought grumpily.
Why, of all people, did it have to be her? She and her friends had plagued him for six years, well maybe he'd done most of the plaguing, but only because his father had heard about them and given him very strict instructions.
Mostly he just watched them with extreme jealousy. He had no friends anyway. Well no REAL friends, Crabe and Goyle never counted, but their fathers were close to his. And then there was Pansy Parkinson, they were friends when he was little but when they arrived at Hogwarts and he'd shown no interest in her physically, she'd taken the first opportunity to stab him in the back, and then every opportunity since.
With these thoughts Draco leaned against the cold stone wall and closed his eyes. He was asleep within minutes.
