I Love To See You Cry
~hotsleekeyz~
Chapter 2 Rendezvous
***Hermione***
"What a day!"
Hermione got out of her bed as her alarm ticked on 6:30 a.m.
It was the Saturday morning she was dying to come. . . and at last it came. That day was their first day as the seventh years in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
She headed to her luxurious bathroom. It had a tub large enough to occupy six people with. On the left side was the shower and to the right was her mirror on the wall, underneath a wide sink in a shade of brick red with gold finishing. She walked towards the mirror, staring at a young lady exuding confidence, vibrance, and beauty that captured quite a number of hearts in Hogwarts.
Hermione noticed her figure change drastically, being the late bloomer she is. Her bosom were firm and well-rounded. Hips were graciously curved, depicting the first signs of womanhood.
"Good thing the robe hides this, this. Argh! I hate this body! It feels so heavy having this load in front of me!", Hermione grudgingly said to herself as she didn't enjoy the changes her body had to go through. Her figure wasn't that well rounded, but being slim person she is suddenly having those UNEXPECTED CURVES around didn't make her too pleased about it.
She knew well enough that it did not only draw attention from guys (even if her body was perfectly hidden from her school robes), but it caused them to LUST over her as well.
//I miss Harry, Ron , and Ginny already//
"Hermione Granger, you are beautiful and this day is one of your bests!", she told the reflection in the mirror. She said that line every morning, even if she had PMS.
After an hour of lathering and washing up suds in the bathroom, she went out tucked in a white towel with her name stitched in gold.
She didn't look where she was headed, knowing too well how many steps she needs to go to her wardrobe. Then, she stepped on something cold.
A snake.
A snake was laid on the floor not moving even if she set foot on it.
//How did it get there? Is it sleeping? Or is it dead?//
"Bloody hell!", Hermione was managed to say as she freaked out inside.
Blood suddenly oozed out from its mouth. The warm, sticky liquid made its way through its fangs with its fatal venom. Slowly, it made a pool of blood on her emerald carpet.
Hermione gasped as she saw the blood change its colors. It was altered to a pool of colors, as if it was paint.
"What is this?"
Her knees weakened at the sight but a different kind of strength ran through her veins. She seemed attached to the collection of colors on the floor.
The liquid glinted and lighted her room with a spectrum of colors.
Hermione's hand moved towards the liquid. Her hands moved by it's own will! At this, her eyes widened totally clueless as to what was actually happening. At the slightest touch, it sent shivers through her nerves. She quivered, but in warmth---thinking the blood was cold, which was soon getting its original red color.
Still not in control of her hands, it dipped itself in the liquid. as if it was years since it had last touched it. Slowly getting over her disillusionment, it shocked her further that she seemed to have commanded her hand to move.her hands moved up to her neck, tainting her clean skin with the blood. She continued caressing her face, sliding a hand down in between her breasts, towards her stomach, and finally made her arms cross to reach her back. She moaned with her every stroke with her eyes shut and lips parted. It was as if she was under a spell.
But she wasn't.
With much passion, and her wet auburn curls on her face, her hand made its way again on her face. As it was on either side of her cheeks, the left glided to her mouth, with a finger that teased her hungry lips. Her tongue slit out and she gently licked her index finger covered with blood. not minding that the snake's venom was contained in it as well.
The door opened and Hermione tilted her head towards it, and saw her mother standing by there.
"Darling, what are you doing on the floor?"
"Huh?"
Hermione tilted her head back to the pool of blood by her knees. . . only it was no longer there. The blood had vanished in a moment.
"Mum, I lost an earring and I can't seem to find it. It fell off somewhere here.", she lied as shegestured as if she was looking for it.
"Oh. . . Want me to help you find it, dearie? We have to be at the station by 10:30. We still have to take our breakfast. You need the energy. . . Am I so happy as you being Head Girl. Congratulations again sweetie!", Hermione's mother mouthes in jubilance.
"Thanks mum. You must have told me that about a hundred times since Professor Dumbledore informed you about it. I will be right down in a moment. I will just put on my clothes."
"Ok, dearie. Your father is already waiting for you downstairs. He has something to tell you"
With that, Mrs. Granger made her way out of Hermione's room down to the living room to join her husband.
Hermione was back to her senses again and noticed there wasn't a trace of blood on her skin at all.
//Was I dreaming it? But it was all too real!//
She stood up and gained her composure back as she was still drowned on thoughts of what had happened.
The passion she had while her hands were wet with blood was so deep. . . too much for her to handle. . .
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Hermione went aboard the train sitting with her best friends. Ginny and her were busy talking about what they did over the summer while Ron and Harry dozed off. They slept late last night. The two came from a number of clubs in London, evident that they did enjoy the night, unluckily, weren't able to sleep in the hotel they stayed at as they tried to recall the memories of entering bars, night clubs illegally as minors. Nobody knew, for they were tall, Ron being taller than Harry, and they both had well-built muscles. They both trained under Sirius during the summer and the training gave them enough exercise. Harry developed further his six-packed abdomen, Ron only a bit behind. Anyone could have had mistaken them for young adults in their early twenty's.
The door to their compartment opened with a bang.
It was Draco Malfoy.
He leant at the side of the door as Crabbe and Goyle ate candies from behind him. His blonde hair never ceased to amaze Hermione, especially how it has been kept in place for years now.
//Does he let anyone touch it? //
Hermione gave Draco a death glare as she shrugged off her ridiculous thoughts.
"What on earth are you doing here Malfoy? Is this a ritual you have to do every year? Don't you ever get tired?", Hermione queried in a rather high volume.
Harry and Ron were awakened by Hermione's voice and gained full consciousness as they saw the figure of a handsome young man at their compartment's door. In shock and anger, growling was the only thing heard of them.
"Granger, I thought you are smart enough to be able to decipher that. For your information, this is not a sort-of ritual, as you put it. I just enjoy having to ruin your morning at the start of the school year. Isn't it comforting?", Draco asked as he let out a sly smirk.
"Comforting? Are you demented? You call this comforting? I call this absolutely nerve-wracking!", Ron snapped as he gestured to conjure on Draco after he pulled out it his wand in a second in anger.
"Yes, redhead. COMFORTING. At least some souls care a damn of your existence, well, only to make your lives a living hell, that is", Draco spat with a laugh oh-so-evil. "And oh, I am not demented, but I can have dementors give their oh-so-passionate kiss for you. That could be arranged"
"Shut it Malfoy! Go now. You had your fun. Sod off! Let us be!", Hermione snapped.
Draco gazed at Hermione intently and tried to tease her..
"You look even lovelier when you get angry. Please give me your smile instead, I might fall in love with you if you continue steaming up."
"Leave!", Hermione yelled furiously.
"I don't get orders from someone like you. you filthy, bitchy, whore!"
Harry was able to cut in. "Take your words back!"
"Why so? Potter, are furious for your bitch? Didn't you have a threesome last night with Weasel and this little mudblood? Your sexual frustration must be tormenting you. Too bad. . ."
Hermione then stood up as their CONVERSATION was headed nowhere.
"You ugly ferret! Get out now, not unless you want me to hex you. that would not be a good sight to see. . .You might not able to see the sun rise again"
"YOU wish"
"I can do what I threat you right now at this very moment. Want me to?", Hermione warned.
"As if you can hurt me! You weakling, you are no match for me. Just try and we'll see"
Draco came up to her holding her wrist. She was caught unattended. Draco tightened his grip that made Hermione hold loose of her wand and scream in pain.
"Malfoy! Stop it! You are hurting me!"
"No I won't. Tell me you'll never waste your time trying to hex me. You are no good, Granger. Your books and knowledge are no match to power and sheer talent. Promise me now, and I'll let go"
"No!"
"Well then."
Draco tightened his grip more. . . enjoying the look of Hermione in pain as she struggled nonstop.
"If you please, Malfoy, get out this instant. You wouldn't want points to be deducted from your house even if classes has not yet started", Harry hissed as he tried to prove his point that what he said is true.
Sure enough, Draco stronger as he was trained well by the Dark Side for he was to be join them, even if he didn't want to.
Not quite listening, Draco exerted more effort to inflict more pain on her. That time, tears welled up in Hermione's eyes.
//Malfoy is much stronger now. He wasn't as strong as the last time he did this to me. . .//
"There mudblood. I am through with you for now." , Draco mouthed smugly.
Draco fixed his robe from all the strangling Hermione had to do.
"Did any one tell you that it is wonderful to see you cry? I love it. next time, let me hear you scream my name. Beg for me to stop. That I expect soon."
The three Slytherins left with the two pigs laughing their heads off as they headed back to their compartment.
Hermione just sat there, and felt the pain Draco caused her. Her wrist swelled and was red from all the pressure Draco had put. Ginny put her arm around Hermione and tried to comfort her.
"That slimy git! He will pay for that!", Ginny said after she shook her head a couple of times.
//Why did it hurt much? And why am I suddenly affected this way? I used to shrug this all off before. . . But now, what is happening?//, Hermione thought to herself, as she held the nasty red mark her wrist got.
"Mione, you ok?", Ron inquired.
"Ron, of course she is NOT ok", Harry spat.
"I know"
"Why did you have to ask her that then?"
"Dunno", Ron answered as he felt stupid.
"Anyways. it's odd for Malfoy to suddenly hold his grudges up to Mione. He was after me all these years and then it has to be you. That is unfair! He should learn to pick on someone his own size", Harry voiced in confused thoughts.
"Harry, tell me, are you jealous that the albino was putting his attention on Mione? Have you gone insane? Are you a fag?"
"Sheesh Ron! Get out of here!", Harry yelled loud.
"That was a joke!"
All went silent. It was the first time Ron had actually confessed that he told a joke. And it wasn't funny.
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In half an hour, they arrived at Hogwarts.
The Great Hall was filled with excitement. Some old students wanted to see where their siblings would be sorted to. Some first years wanted to see some good-looking faces around. Yes, a great number eyed Draco Malfoy who sat next to Pansy Parkinson, the school whore.
Head Boy and Head girl was about to be announced. Ron, Harry, and Ginny couldn't contain themselves in full pride of Hermione.
Draco, on the other hand, had no expression on his face as Pansy tugged his arm, kissing his neck, and giving him bear hugs. Draco did not mind her. It was of his own doing why he had to put up with Pansy. Draco allowed her to sleep with him, not just once. . .
Professor Dumbledore announced who Head Boy and Head Girl was.
"I would like to call two of our best students in the seventh year who will be Head Boy and Head Girl this year. Mr. Draco Malfoy and Ms. Hermione Granger, please come up front"
Hermione lazily stood up and dragged her feet through the students. She did not want the attention, especially if it came from male students, and (gasp!) first year kids who had been sorted only minutes before.
Draco, on the contrary, stood up in full pride, and exuded confidence his body could not contain. He loved the attention.
Girls were giggling everywhere. Draco planted a kiss on the face of his palm and blew it away, as if giving a kiss each to all the girls.
More giggling was heard. Everyone in Gryffindor had 'why-did-he-have-to-do- that?' looks. Draco simply was an asshole.
The two met up in the middle with Dumbledore whose eyes sparkled as he watched them stand from their seats.
Applause, and came more applause. . .
"Why do you have that glum face? It wouldn't hurt if you at least pretend to be happy, you know!", Draco said with brow raised at Hermione.
"Yes it does hurt", Hermione replied with sharp, piercing eyes.
"Oh, your wrists, you mean?", Draco asked sarcastically.
"Yes", Hermione mouthed in a matter-of-fact voice.
"You're just overreacting"
"AM NOT!"
"Whatever you do Granger, we will always meet up in this situation, having a CIVILIZED conversation."
"Meet your face up Malfoy! Stick your mouth into your asshole and kiss it!"
"I tell you this, Granger. This will always be our rendezvous"
"OUR RENDEZVOUS, you say?", Hermione asked but Draco didn't give a reply.
Draco shot her one last sideway look before giving a faint, sexy smirk.
"Get a life you ugly ferret!", Hermione spat vehemently. Never in her whole life in Hogwarts with Draco around had she been more affected with what he was doing.
Hermione went back to her seat while Ron gave her an elbow at the side of the stomach, as a sign of congratulating her, and teased her with the stares she had from the male students.
From above, a white owl came swooshing in and it headed towards the Gryffindor table. It hovered through the students and made its way to drop what it has in between its beak. A red rose came off the owl, landing on Hermione's part of the table. Only a few noticed since everyone was busy chatting away.
"What the---", Hermione said with a tone that speaks nothing but uncertainty.
She took hold of it. . . The rose exuded a gold shimmer. Hermione held it in her other hand trying to know what was it with the flower that made it glimmer.
Too curious to notice, she got a cut on her finger. Blood started to ooze out of the wound.
Hermione just stared at her finger while her friends were dumbfounded, trying to fathom why Hermione seemed to be in a sort-of trance.
The blood changed into a multitude of colors and it sent Hermione back into the same passion she felt as she was in her room this morning. That time, after a quarter of a minute passed, Hermione fell unconscious to the floor.
Dumbledore was not disturbed by the incident. Professor McGonagall led to get Hermione sent to the hospital wing. Dumbledore, in fact, was smiling as he took a sip of pumpkin juice from his golden goblet.
Students started crowding around the scene. Draco remained in his seat.
No one saw it but Draco's eyes glinted, as if spark came out and he uttered something in Parseltongue. . .
~Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns characters, setting, etc. Except: the plot is mine.~
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Aye to the readers of this fic! This is the edited second chapter and am I SO glad to accomplish editing two chapter tonight!
To new readers, this story is non-OOTP based so don't be surprised if one character is still alive in this fic. Well, unfortunately, I haven't read the 5th book of the Harry Potter series. I reserved one before but the time that the bookstore asked for a partial downpayment, I was damn broke so my reservation was given to someone else. That means, I have to wait until the next stock of books. . . and let me have a wild guess that it would take about a quarter to half a year before I could be able to get my own copy.
I don't usually edit the chapters of my fic---I just type and go. I'm often traveling so I have to do everything by paper and pen then, when I get back home, that's when I type the chapter on my PC.
Anyways, the first eight chapters serve as introduction-basis to the whole story, so figure why this is 38-chapters long! Nonetheless, as evident, the intro already has the whole story compressed in it.
Okay, you know what time it is right now? Right! It's review time! Constructive criticisms are most welcome.
Smile!
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~kaye~
Chapter 2 Rendezvous
***Hermione***
"What a day!"
Hermione got out of her bed as her alarm ticked on 6:30 a.m.
It was the Saturday morning she was dying to come. . . and at last it came. That day was their first day as the seventh years in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
She headed to her luxurious bathroom. It had a tub large enough to occupy six people with. On the left side was the shower and to the right was her mirror on the wall, underneath a wide sink in a shade of brick red with gold finishing. She walked towards the mirror, staring at a young lady exuding confidence, vibrance, and beauty that captured quite a number of hearts in Hogwarts.
Hermione noticed her figure change drastically, being the late bloomer she is. Her bosom were firm and well-rounded. Hips were graciously curved, depicting the first signs of womanhood.
"Good thing the robe hides this, this. Argh! I hate this body! It feels so heavy having this load in front of me!", Hermione grudgingly said to herself as she didn't enjoy the changes her body had to go through. Her figure wasn't that well rounded, but being slim person she is suddenly having those UNEXPECTED CURVES around didn't make her too pleased about it.
She knew well enough that it did not only draw attention from guys (even if her body was perfectly hidden from her school robes), but it caused them to LUST over her as well.
//I miss Harry, Ron , and Ginny already//
"Hermione Granger, you are beautiful and this day is one of your bests!", she told the reflection in the mirror. She said that line every morning, even if she had PMS.
After an hour of lathering and washing up suds in the bathroom, she went out tucked in a white towel with her name stitched in gold.
She didn't look where she was headed, knowing too well how many steps she needs to go to her wardrobe. Then, she stepped on something cold.
A snake.
A snake was laid on the floor not moving even if she set foot on it.
//How did it get there? Is it sleeping? Or is it dead?//
"Bloody hell!", Hermione was managed to say as she freaked out inside.
Blood suddenly oozed out from its mouth. The warm, sticky liquid made its way through its fangs with its fatal venom. Slowly, it made a pool of blood on her emerald carpet.
Hermione gasped as she saw the blood change its colors. It was altered to a pool of colors, as if it was paint.
"What is this?"
Her knees weakened at the sight but a different kind of strength ran through her veins. She seemed attached to the collection of colors on the floor.
The liquid glinted and lighted her room with a spectrum of colors.
Hermione's hand moved towards the liquid. Her hands moved by it's own will! At this, her eyes widened totally clueless as to what was actually happening. At the slightest touch, it sent shivers through her nerves. She quivered, but in warmth---thinking the blood was cold, which was soon getting its original red color.
Still not in control of her hands, it dipped itself in the liquid. as if it was years since it had last touched it. Slowly getting over her disillusionment, it shocked her further that she seemed to have commanded her hand to move.her hands moved up to her neck, tainting her clean skin with the blood. She continued caressing her face, sliding a hand down in between her breasts, towards her stomach, and finally made her arms cross to reach her back. She moaned with her every stroke with her eyes shut and lips parted. It was as if she was under a spell.
But she wasn't.
With much passion, and her wet auburn curls on her face, her hand made its way again on her face. As it was on either side of her cheeks, the left glided to her mouth, with a finger that teased her hungry lips. Her tongue slit out and she gently licked her index finger covered with blood. not minding that the snake's venom was contained in it as well.
The door opened and Hermione tilted her head towards it, and saw her mother standing by there.
"Darling, what are you doing on the floor?"
"Huh?"
Hermione tilted her head back to the pool of blood by her knees. . . only it was no longer there. The blood had vanished in a moment.
"Mum, I lost an earring and I can't seem to find it. It fell off somewhere here.", she lied as shegestured as if she was looking for it.
"Oh. . . Want me to help you find it, dearie? We have to be at the station by 10:30. We still have to take our breakfast. You need the energy. . . Am I so happy as you being Head Girl. Congratulations again sweetie!", Hermione's mother mouthes in jubilance.
"Thanks mum. You must have told me that about a hundred times since Professor Dumbledore informed you about it. I will be right down in a moment. I will just put on my clothes."
"Ok, dearie. Your father is already waiting for you downstairs. He has something to tell you"
With that, Mrs. Granger made her way out of Hermione's room down to the living room to join her husband.
Hermione was back to her senses again and noticed there wasn't a trace of blood on her skin at all.
//Was I dreaming it? But it was all too real!//
She stood up and gained her composure back as she was still drowned on thoughts of what had happened.
The passion she had while her hands were wet with blood was so deep. . . too much for her to handle. . .
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Hermione went aboard the train sitting with her best friends. Ginny and her were busy talking about what they did over the summer while Ron and Harry dozed off. They slept late last night. The two came from a number of clubs in London, evident that they did enjoy the night, unluckily, weren't able to sleep in the hotel they stayed at as they tried to recall the memories of entering bars, night clubs illegally as minors. Nobody knew, for they were tall, Ron being taller than Harry, and they both had well-built muscles. They both trained under Sirius during the summer and the training gave them enough exercise. Harry developed further his six-packed abdomen, Ron only a bit behind. Anyone could have had mistaken them for young adults in their early twenty's.
The door to their compartment opened with a bang.
It was Draco Malfoy.
He leant at the side of the door as Crabbe and Goyle ate candies from behind him. His blonde hair never ceased to amaze Hermione, especially how it has been kept in place for years now.
//Does he let anyone touch it? //
Hermione gave Draco a death glare as she shrugged off her ridiculous thoughts.
"What on earth are you doing here Malfoy? Is this a ritual you have to do every year? Don't you ever get tired?", Hermione queried in a rather high volume.
Harry and Ron were awakened by Hermione's voice and gained full consciousness as they saw the figure of a handsome young man at their compartment's door. In shock and anger, growling was the only thing heard of them.
"Granger, I thought you are smart enough to be able to decipher that. For your information, this is not a sort-of ritual, as you put it. I just enjoy having to ruin your morning at the start of the school year. Isn't it comforting?", Draco asked as he let out a sly smirk.
"Comforting? Are you demented? You call this comforting? I call this absolutely nerve-wracking!", Ron snapped as he gestured to conjure on Draco after he pulled out it his wand in a second in anger.
"Yes, redhead. COMFORTING. At least some souls care a damn of your existence, well, only to make your lives a living hell, that is", Draco spat with a laugh oh-so-evil. "And oh, I am not demented, but I can have dementors give their oh-so-passionate kiss for you. That could be arranged"
"Shut it Malfoy! Go now. You had your fun. Sod off! Let us be!", Hermione snapped.
Draco gazed at Hermione intently and tried to tease her..
"You look even lovelier when you get angry. Please give me your smile instead, I might fall in love with you if you continue steaming up."
"Leave!", Hermione yelled furiously.
"I don't get orders from someone like you. you filthy, bitchy, whore!"
Harry was able to cut in. "Take your words back!"
"Why so? Potter, are furious for your bitch? Didn't you have a threesome last night with Weasel and this little mudblood? Your sexual frustration must be tormenting you. Too bad. . ."
Hermione then stood up as their CONVERSATION was headed nowhere.
"You ugly ferret! Get out now, not unless you want me to hex you. that would not be a good sight to see. . .You might not able to see the sun rise again"
"YOU wish"
"I can do what I threat you right now at this very moment. Want me to?", Hermione warned.
"As if you can hurt me! You weakling, you are no match for me. Just try and we'll see"
Draco came up to her holding her wrist. She was caught unattended. Draco tightened his grip that made Hermione hold loose of her wand and scream in pain.
"Malfoy! Stop it! You are hurting me!"
"No I won't. Tell me you'll never waste your time trying to hex me. You are no good, Granger. Your books and knowledge are no match to power and sheer talent. Promise me now, and I'll let go"
"No!"
"Well then."
Draco tightened his grip more. . . enjoying the look of Hermione in pain as she struggled nonstop.
"If you please, Malfoy, get out this instant. You wouldn't want points to be deducted from your house even if classes has not yet started", Harry hissed as he tried to prove his point that what he said is true.
Sure enough, Draco stronger as he was trained well by the Dark Side for he was to be join them, even if he didn't want to.
Not quite listening, Draco exerted more effort to inflict more pain on her. That time, tears welled up in Hermione's eyes.
//Malfoy is much stronger now. He wasn't as strong as the last time he did this to me. . .//
"There mudblood. I am through with you for now." , Draco mouthed smugly.
Draco fixed his robe from all the strangling Hermione had to do.
"Did any one tell you that it is wonderful to see you cry? I love it. next time, let me hear you scream my name. Beg for me to stop. That I expect soon."
The three Slytherins left with the two pigs laughing their heads off as they headed back to their compartment.
Hermione just sat there, and felt the pain Draco caused her. Her wrist swelled and was red from all the pressure Draco had put. Ginny put her arm around Hermione and tried to comfort her.
"That slimy git! He will pay for that!", Ginny said after she shook her head a couple of times.
//Why did it hurt much? And why am I suddenly affected this way? I used to shrug this all off before. . . But now, what is happening?//, Hermione thought to herself, as she held the nasty red mark her wrist got.
"Mione, you ok?", Ron inquired.
"Ron, of course she is NOT ok", Harry spat.
"I know"
"Why did you have to ask her that then?"
"Dunno", Ron answered as he felt stupid.
"Anyways. it's odd for Malfoy to suddenly hold his grudges up to Mione. He was after me all these years and then it has to be you. That is unfair! He should learn to pick on someone his own size", Harry voiced in confused thoughts.
"Harry, tell me, are you jealous that the albino was putting his attention on Mione? Have you gone insane? Are you a fag?"
"Sheesh Ron! Get out of here!", Harry yelled loud.
"That was a joke!"
All went silent. It was the first time Ron had actually confessed that he told a joke. And it wasn't funny.
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In half an hour, they arrived at Hogwarts.
The Great Hall was filled with excitement. Some old students wanted to see where their siblings would be sorted to. Some first years wanted to see some good-looking faces around. Yes, a great number eyed Draco Malfoy who sat next to Pansy Parkinson, the school whore.
Head Boy and Head girl was about to be announced. Ron, Harry, and Ginny couldn't contain themselves in full pride of Hermione.
Draco, on the other hand, had no expression on his face as Pansy tugged his arm, kissing his neck, and giving him bear hugs. Draco did not mind her. It was of his own doing why he had to put up with Pansy. Draco allowed her to sleep with him, not just once. . .
Professor Dumbledore announced who Head Boy and Head Girl was.
"I would like to call two of our best students in the seventh year who will be Head Boy and Head Girl this year. Mr. Draco Malfoy and Ms. Hermione Granger, please come up front"
Hermione lazily stood up and dragged her feet through the students. She did not want the attention, especially if it came from male students, and (gasp!) first year kids who had been sorted only minutes before.
Draco, on the contrary, stood up in full pride, and exuded confidence his body could not contain. He loved the attention.
Girls were giggling everywhere. Draco planted a kiss on the face of his palm and blew it away, as if giving a kiss each to all the girls.
More giggling was heard. Everyone in Gryffindor had 'why-did-he-have-to-do- that?' looks. Draco simply was an asshole.
The two met up in the middle with Dumbledore whose eyes sparkled as he watched them stand from their seats.
Applause, and came more applause. . .
"Why do you have that glum face? It wouldn't hurt if you at least pretend to be happy, you know!", Draco said with brow raised at Hermione.
"Yes it does hurt", Hermione replied with sharp, piercing eyes.
"Oh, your wrists, you mean?", Draco asked sarcastically.
"Yes", Hermione mouthed in a matter-of-fact voice.
"You're just overreacting"
"AM NOT!"
"Whatever you do Granger, we will always meet up in this situation, having a CIVILIZED conversation."
"Meet your face up Malfoy! Stick your mouth into your asshole and kiss it!"
"I tell you this, Granger. This will always be our rendezvous"
"OUR RENDEZVOUS, you say?", Hermione asked but Draco didn't give a reply.
Draco shot her one last sideway look before giving a faint, sexy smirk.
"Get a life you ugly ferret!", Hermione spat vehemently. Never in her whole life in Hogwarts with Draco around had she been more affected with what he was doing.
Hermione went back to her seat while Ron gave her an elbow at the side of the stomach, as a sign of congratulating her, and teased her with the stares she had from the male students.
From above, a white owl came swooshing in and it headed towards the Gryffindor table. It hovered through the students and made its way to drop what it has in between its beak. A red rose came off the owl, landing on Hermione's part of the table. Only a few noticed since everyone was busy chatting away.
"What the---", Hermione said with a tone that speaks nothing but uncertainty.
She took hold of it. . . The rose exuded a gold shimmer. Hermione held it in her other hand trying to know what was it with the flower that made it glimmer.
Too curious to notice, she got a cut on her finger. Blood started to ooze out of the wound.
Hermione just stared at her finger while her friends were dumbfounded, trying to fathom why Hermione seemed to be in a sort-of trance.
The blood changed into a multitude of colors and it sent Hermione back into the same passion she felt as she was in her room this morning. That time, after a quarter of a minute passed, Hermione fell unconscious to the floor.
Dumbledore was not disturbed by the incident. Professor McGonagall led to get Hermione sent to the hospital wing. Dumbledore, in fact, was smiling as he took a sip of pumpkin juice from his golden goblet.
Students started crowding around the scene. Draco remained in his seat.
No one saw it but Draco's eyes glinted, as if spark came out and he uttered something in Parseltongue. . .
~Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns characters, setting, etc. Except: the plot is mine.~
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Aye to the readers of this fic! This is the edited second chapter and am I SO glad to accomplish editing two chapter tonight!
To new readers, this story is non-OOTP based so don't be surprised if one character is still alive in this fic. Well, unfortunately, I haven't read the 5th book of the Harry Potter series. I reserved one before but the time that the bookstore asked for a partial downpayment, I was damn broke so my reservation was given to someone else. That means, I have to wait until the next stock of books. . . and let me have a wild guess that it would take about a quarter to half a year before I could be able to get my own copy.
I don't usually edit the chapters of my fic---I just type and go. I'm often traveling so I have to do everything by paper and pen then, when I get back home, that's when I type the chapter on my PC.
Anyways, the first eight chapters serve as introduction-basis to the whole story, so figure why this is 38-chapters long! Nonetheless, as evident, the intro already has the whole story compressed in it.
Okay, you know what time it is right now? Right! It's review time! Constructive criticisms are most welcome.
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