*A/N: This is my first fanfiction, so please write your reviews! I had one
before, but the story was terrible so I erased it... *
Disclaimer: I (obviously) do not own any of the HP characters. They belong to JK Rowling, the greatest author ever!
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Draco Malfoy was sitting outside on a dewy morning, trying to finish his charms parchment. He could not believe that it had to be 3 feet of parchment long. 3 feet! I mean, how sick was that?
"Grr..." he thought, slamming his notebook down and accidentally drenching his essay with water. "Shit," he muttered under his breath. He sat down again, wondering what he was going to do. Charms is going to start in 6 minutes! He cannot have another detention, if he did he would have to miss Quidditch practice. He obviously could not ask Crabbe or Goyle for help, they were too stupid.
Just then, he saw Hermione Granger walk across the lawn. Perfect, he thought. Maybe she could help me. Before he thought about it thoroughly, he ran across the lawn to face Hermione.
Hermione's face turned into a frown when she saw him. "What do you want, Malfoy? I'm on my way to Herbology, if you don't mind. Classes do start in 5 minutes, you know."
"Whatever, Granger. I need help on my Charms essay, and you, being the showoff that you are, may be able to help. Believe me, I never thought I'd say this, but can you?" Draco asked, trying not to sound too polite.
Hermione scoffed. "Uh, no, I'd rather just see you fail Charms. Besides, I would never help you, you big dope. After what you torment us with everyday?" Just then, the bell rang.
"Fine, mudblood, have it your way." A slight tinge appeared on Draco's cheeks. Was he actually embarrassed? He shook his head and with a sneer, walked away from Hermione to Charms.
Hermione rolled her eyes and went to join Harry and Ron in green house 3.
"I'm sorry Hermione, but you're late. 5 points from Gryffindor." Professor Sprout frowned as Hermione walked in the door, breathless. "Don't let it happen again."
"Yes professor," Hermione said and ran over to Ron and Harry.
"Hermione, what took you so long? We were getting worried," Ron said anxiously.
"For some weird reason, Malfoy wanted my help on a Charms essay. The stupid oaf held me up." Hermione snapped, annoyed that she had lost points for Gryffindor.
"Well, I hope you told him no!" Harry said indignantly.
"Don't worry Harry, I did. I was really thrown off, though. I mean, when was the first time that Malfoy talked to me and was actually trying to be polite? It's like if Voldemort – shut up Ron – stopped killing people for a while."
Just then, Professor Sprout shushed them up so they could work on pulling out the roots of their Freadlakes, which sprouted water whenever touched. By the end of the lesson, Hermione was perfectly happy again as she had won back the 5 points she'd lost by answering what Freadlakes were good for.
Disclaimer: I (obviously) do not own any of the HP characters. They belong to JK Rowling, the greatest author ever!
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Draco Malfoy was sitting outside on a dewy morning, trying to finish his charms parchment. He could not believe that it had to be 3 feet of parchment long. 3 feet! I mean, how sick was that?
"Grr..." he thought, slamming his notebook down and accidentally drenching his essay with water. "Shit," he muttered under his breath. He sat down again, wondering what he was going to do. Charms is going to start in 6 minutes! He cannot have another detention, if he did he would have to miss Quidditch practice. He obviously could not ask Crabbe or Goyle for help, they were too stupid.
Just then, he saw Hermione Granger walk across the lawn. Perfect, he thought. Maybe she could help me. Before he thought about it thoroughly, he ran across the lawn to face Hermione.
Hermione's face turned into a frown when she saw him. "What do you want, Malfoy? I'm on my way to Herbology, if you don't mind. Classes do start in 5 minutes, you know."
"Whatever, Granger. I need help on my Charms essay, and you, being the showoff that you are, may be able to help. Believe me, I never thought I'd say this, but can you?" Draco asked, trying not to sound too polite.
Hermione scoffed. "Uh, no, I'd rather just see you fail Charms. Besides, I would never help you, you big dope. After what you torment us with everyday?" Just then, the bell rang.
"Fine, mudblood, have it your way." A slight tinge appeared on Draco's cheeks. Was he actually embarrassed? He shook his head and with a sneer, walked away from Hermione to Charms.
Hermione rolled her eyes and went to join Harry and Ron in green house 3.
"I'm sorry Hermione, but you're late. 5 points from Gryffindor." Professor Sprout frowned as Hermione walked in the door, breathless. "Don't let it happen again."
"Yes professor," Hermione said and ran over to Ron and Harry.
"Hermione, what took you so long? We were getting worried," Ron said anxiously.
"For some weird reason, Malfoy wanted my help on a Charms essay. The stupid oaf held me up." Hermione snapped, annoyed that she had lost points for Gryffindor.
"Well, I hope you told him no!" Harry said indignantly.
"Don't worry Harry, I did. I was really thrown off, though. I mean, when was the first time that Malfoy talked to me and was actually trying to be polite? It's like if Voldemort – shut up Ron – stopped killing people for a while."
Just then, Professor Sprout shushed them up so they could work on pulling out the roots of their Freadlakes, which sprouted water whenever touched. By the end of the lesson, Hermione was perfectly happy again as she had won back the 5 points she'd lost by answering what Freadlakes were good for.