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Chapt 3
Malfoy could smell the sweet aroma of frangipanis as he entered the head common room that night. . A sigh could be heard from the bathroom, it was so relaxed that the sound sent a shiver down his spine, he longed to sigh like that too. Common sense told him not to but temptation was too strong and he opened the door to the bath just a crack. The smell was over- powering, he fought to keep from slipping in to a much desired sleep. Through drooping eyes he saw the girl reading peacefully in the water, beautiful, bright bubbles swimming in the water, some clinging to her shoulders. He envied her, though he was perplexed as to why this was. "Dirty little mudblood, how dare she do this to me. She is unworthy," Malfoy thought, trying to convince himself he had nothing to be envious of. "But she does," his mind said, "book smarts, bravery, charisma, friends that respected her for her and not to mention beauty, is that not true, Draco?" It was like his mind had turned against him, it was telling him things he would expect from a Griffindor. He sighed, though it lacked what Hermione's had. He growled and stomped off to the small library in the tower to do homework.
Hermione's eyes blinked open, she had though she heard something, and her stomach turned, "Draco" she called loudly. Nothing. She pulled her dressing gown over her shoulders, wrapping it around herself tightly, the suds clinging slightly to the material. She shrugged of the feeling in her stomach. And summoned a house elf and politely ask for a sandwich, he refused to take the money she offered him. She too went to the library and thinking she'd be alone, didn't bother to change from her gown. "You're to muggle-like for your own good, you'll never fit in here, mudblood," the sweet, gentle tone she heard last night had disappeared from Malfoy's voice. She soon recovered from the shock and tried her best to come up with an intelligent comeback. "If you're referring to my choice of clothing then you'd better take a look at what your wearing, muggle jeans and, what do you know, muggle T-shirt. How surprising. I suggest you plan your insults a little more carefully, weasel-boy." Feeling satisfied with what she said, she settled gracefully into the nearest armchair and propped '1001 Reasons Why Fairies Are Useful' on her knees and began to read.
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"I have paired you up for this lesson and I don't want to hear anything out of you, no complaints or you'll have to answer to me or Professor Snape. Now on your desk, there should be a piece of card with the name of a person of the opposite sex, this person should also be of another house, Griffindor or Slitherin. Find this person and find a space and face each other, Id say about two meters apart." There was the ruffling of paper being turned over and the dragging of feet as people followed the transfiguration teacher's instructions. Hermione groaned, as was expected her card read, in cursive handwriting, Draco Malfoy. Hermione had picked up on her teacher hints last week and knew exactly what spell she would be performing, she had used this knowledge to practice on Harry and Ron. "The spell being performed today is extremely complex but extremely useful. I will be attempting to teach you Ramid Zooac. This will hopefully transfigure your partners clothing into another style. The incantation is Zooac-Ramid, this is said quickly and is accomplished with jerky wand movements. Please do be responsible, I'd at least expect that of a seventh year student. Begin." Hermione, now facing Draco, gave him a mysterious smile that he returned. Hermione held her wand at arm length and firmly said the wrong incantation. Draco was striped down to his boxers, the class roared with laughter, but Draco didn't seem to mind and with a cocky laugh cast a spell on Hermione and her clothes withered and tickled her skin until a bikini clung tightly to her. "Aghh," Hermione growled and she raised her wand hand high, ready to strike, but her professor caught it before she could finish her spell, "detention, both of you. I would have expected better from you Hermione!" she roared. Draco gave both his teacher and Hermione a look of pure evil before he made his very dramatic exit from the room. "This room, 8pm sharp, you can pass the message on to Mr. Malfoy."
Dear reader,
I would love to thank those who reviewed my story, especially Ali potter, whose stories I have loved. Please R&R. I am continuously amazed at a strangers kindness.
Love Taweret xoxoxo
Chapt 3
Malfoy could smell the sweet aroma of frangipanis as he entered the head common room that night. . A sigh could be heard from the bathroom, it was so relaxed that the sound sent a shiver down his spine, he longed to sigh like that too. Common sense told him not to but temptation was too strong and he opened the door to the bath just a crack. The smell was over- powering, he fought to keep from slipping in to a much desired sleep. Through drooping eyes he saw the girl reading peacefully in the water, beautiful, bright bubbles swimming in the water, some clinging to her shoulders. He envied her, though he was perplexed as to why this was. "Dirty little mudblood, how dare she do this to me. She is unworthy," Malfoy thought, trying to convince himself he had nothing to be envious of. "But she does," his mind said, "book smarts, bravery, charisma, friends that respected her for her and not to mention beauty, is that not true, Draco?" It was like his mind had turned against him, it was telling him things he would expect from a Griffindor. He sighed, though it lacked what Hermione's had. He growled and stomped off to the small library in the tower to do homework.
Hermione's eyes blinked open, she had though she heard something, and her stomach turned, "Draco" she called loudly. Nothing. She pulled her dressing gown over her shoulders, wrapping it around herself tightly, the suds clinging slightly to the material. She shrugged of the feeling in her stomach. And summoned a house elf and politely ask for a sandwich, he refused to take the money she offered him. She too went to the library and thinking she'd be alone, didn't bother to change from her gown. "You're to muggle-like for your own good, you'll never fit in here, mudblood," the sweet, gentle tone she heard last night had disappeared from Malfoy's voice. She soon recovered from the shock and tried her best to come up with an intelligent comeback. "If you're referring to my choice of clothing then you'd better take a look at what your wearing, muggle jeans and, what do you know, muggle T-shirt. How surprising. I suggest you plan your insults a little more carefully, weasel-boy." Feeling satisfied with what she said, she settled gracefully into the nearest armchair and propped '1001 Reasons Why Fairies Are Useful' on her knees and began to read.
*
"I have paired you up for this lesson and I don't want to hear anything out of you, no complaints or you'll have to answer to me or Professor Snape. Now on your desk, there should be a piece of card with the name of a person of the opposite sex, this person should also be of another house, Griffindor or Slitherin. Find this person and find a space and face each other, Id say about two meters apart." There was the ruffling of paper being turned over and the dragging of feet as people followed the transfiguration teacher's instructions. Hermione groaned, as was expected her card read, in cursive handwriting, Draco Malfoy. Hermione had picked up on her teacher hints last week and knew exactly what spell she would be performing, she had used this knowledge to practice on Harry and Ron. "The spell being performed today is extremely complex but extremely useful. I will be attempting to teach you Ramid Zooac. This will hopefully transfigure your partners clothing into another style. The incantation is Zooac-Ramid, this is said quickly and is accomplished with jerky wand movements. Please do be responsible, I'd at least expect that of a seventh year student. Begin." Hermione, now facing Draco, gave him a mysterious smile that he returned. Hermione held her wand at arm length and firmly said the wrong incantation. Draco was striped down to his boxers, the class roared with laughter, but Draco didn't seem to mind and with a cocky laugh cast a spell on Hermione and her clothes withered and tickled her skin until a bikini clung tightly to her. "Aghh," Hermione growled and she raised her wand hand high, ready to strike, but her professor caught it before she could finish her spell, "detention, both of you. I would have expected better from you Hermione!" she roared. Draco gave both his teacher and Hermione a look of pure evil before he made his very dramatic exit from the room. "This room, 8pm sharp, you can pass the message on to Mr. Malfoy."