As We Know It
By LadyTiffany
Chapter Five
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Disclaimer: This definitely does not belong to me. Well, some of it does, but you know, the whole Hogwart's scene and gang, things like that are definitely not mine. I have been inspired by certain people though.
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I've recent learned that Blaise is in fact a girl, so I'm changing that character.
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Hermione Granger sighed as she threw off her baby blue down comforter. It was a few weeks into the school year and she had a nicely developed routine. Because today was a Saturday, uniforms were not required. The clothes she had decided upon for today had been laid out the previous night on a small overstuffed scarlet chair with gold accents. (A very Gryffindor chair.) She frowned as she looked at the chair and made a mental note to transfigure the color later on. Along side the outfit, which barely met dress code requirements, were matching lingerie and all the accessories for her day.
Fifteen or so minutes later, Hermione emerged from the shower, a fluffy baby blue towel wrapped around her. She flicked on her magical stereo which had a Nelly song playing. Hip-hop and rap were a vice of her's, even the American stuff; no one knew about it. She dropped the towel to the floor and had just finished putting on her underwear, when her favorite part of the song came on.
She danced a bit to the music in her white cheeky lace panty and white lace bra: "So take it off like you're home alone. You know you're dancin' in front the mirror when your on the phone. Checkin' your reflection and tellin' your best friend, "Girl, I think my butt gets big!"
Professor Severus Snape, who had been outside knocking on the door, overhearing the lurid music, unfortunately chose that moment to throw caution to the wind.
Hermione caught sight of the flurry of black and shrieked. "Professor!" She said indignantly as she grabbed the fluffy towel and wrapped it around her once more. With a flick of her wand, which she had grabbed on instinct, the music grew silent.
"Well, Miss Granger," Professor Snape began in a silky voice as if he were addressing a lowly, extraordinarily stupid student. "I do believe that I had been outside knocking on the door, but due to the nature of this raucous music you choose to listen too, you didn't hear me. Had I known that you had been...what was it? 'Dancin' in front the mirror, and checkin' your reflection,' I would not have entered."
Hermione laughed. "Well, now you know, Severus. But don't tell anyone, because no one else knows! You can go now, I'll forego eating with the group today and eat at the Head Table so we can talk."
Professor Snape nodded, "Yes, I do believe that would be the best course of action." He turned to leave the room, but before he did, he said over his shoulder, "And not to worry, Hermione, I shan't breath a word to anyone,"
Severus Snape's cursed underneath his breath whilst he made his way to the Great Hall and took five points off a young Ravenclaw for her cheek. ("Good morning, Professor,") His mind was going a hundred kilometers a second. In the short flurry of white lacy and fluffy blue before Hermione had been able to cover herself up, he saw more than just what type of lingerie she wore.
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Hermione met up with the 'Gryffindor Group' as they sometimes referred to themselves in the entrance hall. The were all standing near a scarlet and gold stained glass window of the Gryffindor Lion. Ginny Weasley waved at Hermione with a smile on her face as she noticed her friend approaching. The others looked in the direction as well. A chorus of, "Morning, Mya" or something similar came her way. "Mya was a nick-name that was usually only used by the Gryffindor Group.
"Good morning, fellow Gryffindors." Hermione replied. They Gryffindor Group were the most popular Gryffindors consisting on sixth and seventh year students. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Seamus, Lavendar, Dean, Parvarti, Neville, and Colin to name a few, were part of the group. A few had sleepy eyes, but and were not fully aware about what the conversation was about.
"Lookin' good, Hermione," Dean commented.
"Thanks, Dean," Hermione said as she rolled her eyes. She had blown her hair dry and used a small portion Sleek-Easy's Hair Potion; just enough so that it wouldn't frizz everywhere. Her hair hung down her back in long milk chocolate waves. In addition, she had used cosmetics, something she rarely did in years past, but then again, it was all part of her role.
"Now can we go eat?" Ron asked in a somewhat exasperated tone.
"Bloody hell, Ron!" Ginny exclaimed, "You'd think you hadn't eaten in ages. Now that Mya's here, of course we can."
They all walked into the Great Hall and made their way to the Gryffindor table.
"Hey, Gryffindor Girlie," Came the cold sneering voice of Draco Malfoy. "You don't mind if I hold your precious Mudblood back momentarily, do you?"
Some of the boys were about to do something rash, when Hermione held up her hand. "Don't worry about it," She said with a sigh, "I'm going to eat at the Head Table anyway,"
Reluctantly, they Group left and sat down. Hermione turned to the Slytherin who had his small posse silently at his side. Draco was in the front his platinum blonde hair flalling lazily over his grey eyes which held little air of pretense and were as cold as steel. Blaise Zambini stood at his right with her pale skin, black hair and a smirk on her ruby lips and in here eyes, which seemed to be pools of ink they were so dark.. Alexander Nott stood at his right eyeing Hermione hungrily with his blue and sunflower eyes and spiky brown hair. All dressed to kill. Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle stood in the back looking at everyone else eating with jealous eyes. Hermione looked back at them defiantly, but inside she was just a bit nervous.
"You will come to my Quidditch practice, won't you, girlie?" Draco said, his finger slowly making a trail down Hermione's shoulder. He tightly gripped her arm.
"Actually, Draco, I was going to work with Professor S--" She cut off when Draco gripped her arm even tighter.
"What was that?" He asked, in mock confusion.
"What I meant to say, is that I would love to watch you play Quidditch today." Hermione said with sugary sweetness.
"You're a fucking liar, you little bitch." Draco said coldly. "I'd slap you again, but we wouldn't want to make a scene, now would we, girlie?" He kissed her roughly on the lips and shoved her away before turning around sharply. Luckily, the Great Hall was loud and noisy, and not too many people noticed a few Slytherins and a Gryffindor in that dark corner.
Hermione maintained her balance. She refused to give the Slytherins the joy of seeing her stumble. Blaise looked away in disappointment when Hermione remained on her feet. She grabbed Alexander's arm and followed Draco, her black stilettos clicking on the stone pavement.
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I don't know if anyone knew what I meant when I said that Alexander Nott had blue and sunflower eyes. Have you ever seen anyone whose blue eyes had some yellow in the center and the black pupil makes them look like sunflowers? Well, probably more like black-eyed susans, but sunflowers have always come to mind first.
By LadyTiffany
Chapter Five
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Disclaimer: This definitely does not belong to me. Well, some of it does, but you know, the whole Hogwart's scene and gang, things like that are definitely not mine. I have been inspired by certain people though.
~~~
I've recent learned that Blaise is in fact a girl, so I'm changing that character.
~~~
Hermione Granger sighed as she threw off her baby blue down comforter. It was a few weeks into the school year and she had a nicely developed routine. Because today was a Saturday, uniforms were not required. The clothes she had decided upon for today had been laid out the previous night on a small overstuffed scarlet chair with gold accents. (A very Gryffindor chair.) She frowned as she looked at the chair and made a mental note to transfigure the color later on. Along side the outfit, which barely met dress code requirements, were matching lingerie and all the accessories for her day.
Fifteen or so minutes later, Hermione emerged from the shower, a fluffy baby blue towel wrapped around her. She flicked on her magical stereo which had a Nelly song playing. Hip-hop and rap were a vice of her's, even the American stuff; no one knew about it. She dropped the towel to the floor and had just finished putting on her underwear, when her favorite part of the song came on.
She danced a bit to the music in her white cheeky lace panty and white lace bra: "So take it off like you're home alone. You know you're dancin' in front the mirror when your on the phone. Checkin' your reflection and tellin' your best friend, "Girl, I think my butt gets big!"
Professor Severus Snape, who had been outside knocking on the door, overhearing the lurid music, unfortunately chose that moment to throw caution to the wind.
Hermione caught sight of the flurry of black and shrieked. "Professor!" She said indignantly as she grabbed the fluffy towel and wrapped it around her once more. With a flick of her wand, which she had grabbed on instinct, the music grew silent.
"Well, Miss Granger," Professor Snape began in a silky voice as if he were addressing a lowly, extraordinarily stupid student. "I do believe that I had been outside knocking on the door, but due to the nature of this raucous music you choose to listen too, you didn't hear me. Had I known that you had been...what was it? 'Dancin' in front the mirror, and checkin' your reflection,' I would not have entered."
Hermione laughed. "Well, now you know, Severus. But don't tell anyone, because no one else knows! You can go now, I'll forego eating with the group today and eat at the Head Table so we can talk."
Professor Snape nodded, "Yes, I do believe that would be the best course of action." He turned to leave the room, but before he did, he said over his shoulder, "And not to worry, Hermione, I shan't breath a word to anyone,"
Severus Snape's cursed underneath his breath whilst he made his way to the Great Hall and took five points off a young Ravenclaw for her cheek. ("Good morning, Professor,") His mind was going a hundred kilometers a second. In the short flurry of white lacy and fluffy blue before Hermione had been able to cover herself up, he saw more than just what type of lingerie she wore.
~~~
Hermione met up with the 'Gryffindor Group' as they sometimes referred to themselves in the entrance hall. The were all standing near a scarlet and gold stained glass window of the Gryffindor Lion. Ginny Weasley waved at Hermione with a smile on her face as she noticed her friend approaching. The others looked in the direction as well. A chorus of, "Morning, Mya" or something similar came her way. "Mya was a nick-name that was usually only used by the Gryffindor Group.
"Good morning, fellow Gryffindors." Hermione replied. They Gryffindor Group were the most popular Gryffindors consisting on sixth and seventh year students. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Seamus, Lavendar, Dean, Parvarti, Neville, and Colin to name a few, were part of the group. A few had sleepy eyes, but and were not fully aware about what the conversation was about.
"Lookin' good, Hermione," Dean commented.
"Thanks, Dean," Hermione said as she rolled her eyes. She had blown her hair dry and used a small portion Sleek-Easy's Hair Potion; just enough so that it wouldn't frizz everywhere. Her hair hung down her back in long milk chocolate waves. In addition, she had used cosmetics, something she rarely did in years past, but then again, it was all part of her role.
"Now can we go eat?" Ron asked in a somewhat exasperated tone.
"Bloody hell, Ron!" Ginny exclaimed, "You'd think you hadn't eaten in ages. Now that Mya's here, of course we can."
They all walked into the Great Hall and made their way to the Gryffindor table.
"Hey, Gryffindor Girlie," Came the cold sneering voice of Draco Malfoy. "You don't mind if I hold your precious Mudblood back momentarily, do you?"
Some of the boys were about to do something rash, when Hermione held up her hand. "Don't worry about it," She said with a sigh, "I'm going to eat at the Head Table anyway,"
Reluctantly, they Group left and sat down. Hermione turned to the Slytherin who had his small posse silently at his side. Draco was in the front his platinum blonde hair flalling lazily over his grey eyes which held little air of pretense and were as cold as steel. Blaise Zambini stood at his right with her pale skin, black hair and a smirk on her ruby lips and in here eyes, which seemed to be pools of ink they were so dark.. Alexander Nott stood at his right eyeing Hermione hungrily with his blue and sunflower eyes and spiky brown hair. All dressed to kill. Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle stood in the back looking at everyone else eating with jealous eyes. Hermione looked back at them defiantly, but inside she was just a bit nervous.
"You will come to my Quidditch practice, won't you, girlie?" Draco said, his finger slowly making a trail down Hermione's shoulder. He tightly gripped her arm.
"Actually, Draco, I was going to work with Professor S--" She cut off when Draco gripped her arm even tighter.
"What was that?" He asked, in mock confusion.
"What I meant to say, is that I would love to watch you play Quidditch today." Hermione said with sugary sweetness.
"You're a fucking liar, you little bitch." Draco said coldly. "I'd slap you again, but we wouldn't want to make a scene, now would we, girlie?" He kissed her roughly on the lips and shoved her away before turning around sharply. Luckily, the Great Hall was loud and noisy, and not too many people noticed a few Slytherins and a Gryffindor in that dark corner.
Hermione maintained her balance. She refused to give the Slytherins the joy of seeing her stumble. Blaise looked away in disappointment when Hermione remained on her feet. She grabbed Alexander's arm and followed Draco, her black stilettos clicking on the stone pavement.
~~~
I don't know if anyone knew what I meant when I said that Alexander Nott had blue and sunflower eyes. Have you ever seen anyone whose blue eyes had some yellow in the center and the black pupil makes them look like sunflowers? Well, probably more like black-eyed susans, but sunflowers have always come to mind first.