Disclaimer: Again I don't own Harry and company. And I don't own any of the bands I may mention
A/N: I hope you liked the first chapter! Heres the next! :P
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Chapter 2: The first night
Professor McGonagall pull Hermione out of the Great Hall just before the sorting ceremony started, to explain in detail what it was that her head duties included.
"If this is all understood you may return to the banquet once the Head Boy decided to grace us with is presence, as he is being told the same things I have told you by the head of his house" McGonagall said
Over her should Hermione seen a tall, well build, blonde approach them.
"Ah, Mr. Malfoy. I trust you are well aware of your responsibilities." McGonagall asked. Malfoy gave a slight nod.
"Professor.... you can't be serious" Hermione said before she had a chance to think.
"About what, Miss Granger?" McGonagall asked as she looked over the rim of her glasses
"Nothing. Sorry Professor" Hermione said softly.
"Good. If this arrangement is going to cause a problem, I suggest you fix it and quick. You need to set an example for all the younger years, which I know you both are more then capable of. Now both of you know where your head dorm is. The password will the first words you speak to the portrait. You are both free to join the feast now. Good day!" McGonagall turned and left them there.
Draco walked past her without a word and entered the Great Hall.
Hermione felt sick. Things were worse now then she could ever have imagined. For the remainder of her time at Hogwarts she would be sharing quarters and working closely with the one person she detested most. Draco Malfoy. She felt the nausea rise up in her throat. She need to get her mind off things for a while so she just decided to head to her new dorm.
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Hermione was struck by sheer and utter amazement at the head dorm. Everything in the common room was decorated in a combination of red, gold, green and silver, with the exception of the over sized black leather couch and over sized chair which sat in front of the fireplace. Upstairs there were two doors. One had a plaque with the name Hermione Granger, Head Girl engraved upon it. Across the hall was another door with the same plaque which read Draco Malfoy, Head Boy. Hermione laughed to herself. Draco becoming head boy was no doubt the handy work of his father, Lucius. Even if he had disappeared after their 5th year.
Inside her room was even more amazing. The walls were painted a dark crimson which offset the ceiling..... wait was there a ceiling? Hermione would have sworn that she was looking up at the night sky. It was so beautiful. Her king sized 4 poster bed was decked out in different shade of gold silk as were the hangings that enclosed it.
Hermione smiled to herself as she fell backwards onto the silk, down-filled comforter that covered her bed. Maybe things weren't going to be so bad after all. Hermione noticed that all of her things had been brought up to her room and layed in the corner of the room next to her desk, including her amp and guitar. Over the summer she had owled Dumbledore asking permission to bring her new hobby to Hogwarts, which he more then happily granted as well as sending along a charm that would allow it to work at Hogwarts without electricity.
Grabbing her amp and guitar she headed down stairs. After lighting a fire she ran upstairs to change out of her school robe.
Half way through a song Hermione heard a loud pounding. She set her guitar down, leaning it up against the couch and turned down the amp.
Again the pounding came.
Hermione laughed. Draco was locked out. She had created the password and not told him. Reluctantly she opened the door and let him in.
"What is the bloody password" Draco fumed when he entered the common room.
"Metallica" Hermione said sweetly ignoring Draco's tone
"What?" Draco said as he undid his robe and layed it over the back of the leather chair leaving him in a tight white shirt, which showed off his well defined muscular chest, and grey trousers.
"The password is Metallica. Its the name of this amazing muggle band, which I wouldn't expect you to know anything about" Hermione said as she picked up her guitar.
"I'd mind my mouth if I were you, mudblood" Draco said maliciously
"You don't scare me, Malfoy. And the 'mudblood' thing... its getting quite old, you need mew material" Hermione said wiping the grin right off his face.
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Draco couldn't believe what he had just heard. Miss Know-it-all Granger had just stood up to him. Even his mudblood insult hadn't' fazed her. She seemed to have the 3 B's, beauty, brains and balls, wrapped up in one slim and curvaceous package concealed behind a tight black tank top and grey comfy pants.
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Hermione knew Draco was staring at her and it made her uncomfortable. "I can call Colin Creevey in here to take a picture for you, after all it will last longer" Hermione said as she turned on her amp.
"Don't flatter yourself, Granger. A picture would be just as worthless as you are." Draco stated
Hermione payed no attention to him as she plucked a few cords.
"What is this shit?" Draco said referring to the guitar and amp in the common room
"OK, I'll explain this slowly since you are quite dense. This here..." Hermione gestured to the guitar in her lap "Is a guitar, and these are the strings" She plucked on and it echoed through the common room "When played in a sequence it creates music. This is the amp. You plug the guitar into the amp so its easier to hear it. Got it now?" Without waiting for a answer Hermione turned the volume up as high as she dared and started playing 'Nothing Else Matters' by none other then Metallica.
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Draco grabbed his robe off the chair and head upstairs to his room. How dare her! Draco thought as he slammed his door and collapsed face down on his bed. this was indeed going to be a very long year. He hoped he wasn't going to have to listen to this noise all year, although he hated to admit it, but it didn't sound all that terrible. Although he'd never admit it to her.
She had changed! Both physically and obviously mentally. She was quite attractive, all his friends had seemed to notice her. But he was a Malfoy and they didn't lower their standards to mudbloods no matter how attractive they may be. Besides the fact that she was part of the golden-trio, probably already the property of Potter, or worse Weasley, the muggle lovers. It discussed him, as did the girl who was playing the insufferable racket. After wiping all thoughts of Hermione from his mind he fell quickly asleep.
A/N: I hope you liked the first chapter! Heres the next! :P
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Chapter 2: The first night
Professor McGonagall pull Hermione out of the Great Hall just before the sorting ceremony started, to explain in detail what it was that her head duties included.
"If this is all understood you may return to the banquet once the Head Boy decided to grace us with is presence, as he is being told the same things I have told you by the head of his house" McGonagall said
Over her should Hermione seen a tall, well build, blonde approach them.
"Ah, Mr. Malfoy. I trust you are well aware of your responsibilities." McGonagall asked. Malfoy gave a slight nod.
"Professor.... you can't be serious" Hermione said before she had a chance to think.
"About what, Miss Granger?" McGonagall asked as she looked over the rim of her glasses
"Nothing. Sorry Professor" Hermione said softly.
"Good. If this arrangement is going to cause a problem, I suggest you fix it and quick. You need to set an example for all the younger years, which I know you both are more then capable of. Now both of you know where your head dorm is. The password will the first words you speak to the portrait. You are both free to join the feast now. Good day!" McGonagall turned and left them there.
Draco walked past her without a word and entered the Great Hall.
Hermione felt sick. Things were worse now then she could ever have imagined. For the remainder of her time at Hogwarts she would be sharing quarters and working closely with the one person she detested most. Draco Malfoy. She felt the nausea rise up in her throat. She need to get her mind off things for a while so she just decided to head to her new dorm.
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Hermione was struck by sheer and utter amazement at the head dorm. Everything in the common room was decorated in a combination of red, gold, green and silver, with the exception of the over sized black leather couch and over sized chair which sat in front of the fireplace. Upstairs there were two doors. One had a plaque with the name Hermione Granger, Head Girl engraved upon it. Across the hall was another door with the same plaque which read Draco Malfoy, Head Boy. Hermione laughed to herself. Draco becoming head boy was no doubt the handy work of his father, Lucius. Even if he had disappeared after their 5th year.
Inside her room was even more amazing. The walls were painted a dark crimson which offset the ceiling..... wait was there a ceiling? Hermione would have sworn that she was looking up at the night sky. It was so beautiful. Her king sized 4 poster bed was decked out in different shade of gold silk as were the hangings that enclosed it.
Hermione smiled to herself as she fell backwards onto the silk, down-filled comforter that covered her bed. Maybe things weren't going to be so bad after all. Hermione noticed that all of her things had been brought up to her room and layed in the corner of the room next to her desk, including her amp and guitar. Over the summer she had owled Dumbledore asking permission to bring her new hobby to Hogwarts, which he more then happily granted as well as sending along a charm that would allow it to work at Hogwarts without electricity.
Grabbing her amp and guitar she headed down stairs. After lighting a fire she ran upstairs to change out of her school robe.
Half way through a song Hermione heard a loud pounding. She set her guitar down, leaning it up against the couch and turned down the amp.
Again the pounding came.
Hermione laughed. Draco was locked out. She had created the password and not told him. Reluctantly she opened the door and let him in.
"What is the bloody password" Draco fumed when he entered the common room.
"Metallica" Hermione said sweetly ignoring Draco's tone
"What?" Draco said as he undid his robe and layed it over the back of the leather chair leaving him in a tight white shirt, which showed off his well defined muscular chest, and grey trousers.
"The password is Metallica. Its the name of this amazing muggle band, which I wouldn't expect you to know anything about" Hermione said as she picked up her guitar.
"I'd mind my mouth if I were you, mudblood" Draco said maliciously
"You don't scare me, Malfoy. And the 'mudblood' thing... its getting quite old, you need mew material" Hermione said wiping the grin right off his face.
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Draco couldn't believe what he had just heard. Miss Know-it-all Granger had just stood up to him. Even his mudblood insult hadn't' fazed her. She seemed to have the 3 B's, beauty, brains and balls, wrapped up in one slim and curvaceous package concealed behind a tight black tank top and grey comfy pants.
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Hermione knew Draco was staring at her and it made her uncomfortable. "I can call Colin Creevey in here to take a picture for you, after all it will last longer" Hermione said as she turned on her amp.
"Don't flatter yourself, Granger. A picture would be just as worthless as you are." Draco stated
Hermione payed no attention to him as she plucked a few cords.
"What is this shit?" Draco said referring to the guitar and amp in the common room
"OK, I'll explain this slowly since you are quite dense. This here..." Hermione gestured to the guitar in her lap "Is a guitar, and these are the strings" She plucked on and it echoed through the common room "When played in a sequence it creates music. This is the amp. You plug the guitar into the amp so its easier to hear it. Got it now?" Without waiting for a answer Hermione turned the volume up as high as she dared and started playing 'Nothing Else Matters' by none other then Metallica.
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Draco grabbed his robe off the chair and head upstairs to his room. How dare her! Draco thought as he slammed his door and collapsed face down on his bed. this was indeed going to be a very long year. He hoped he wasn't going to have to listen to this noise all year, although he hated to admit it, but it didn't sound all that terrible. Although he'd never admit it to her.
She had changed! Both physically and obviously mentally. She was quite attractive, all his friends had seemed to notice her. But he was a Malfoy and they didn't lower their standards to mudbloods no matter how attractive they may be. Besides the fact that she was part of the golden-trio, probably already the property of Potter, or worse Weasley, the muggle lovers. It discussed him, as did the girl who was playing the insufferable racket. After wiping all thoughts of Hermione from his mind he fell quickly asleep.