A/N: I hope you all enjoy my story. This is my first time writing on Fanfiction so I am still trying to work out the formating. I am using Notepad this time to see if it works better.
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Orlando's Gurl: I'm glad you like it so far. I want Hermione to be sassy... I know she has it in her!! LOL
DemonicallyDeliciousWithin: I love Metallica, too. I love all sorts of music, actually! Thanx for your advise and I am trying notepad to see if its better...
orchidblossom8: Thank you. Now that I know someone likes it I intend on continuing
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Chapter 3: Oops, Did I say that?
Hermione woke early the next morning to shower and get ready before Draco awoke. Being as they shared a bathroom that connected both of their rooms, she didn't want to chance walking in on him or vise versa. Figuring the easiest way to keep things civil was to avoid interaction as much as possible. It worked for her.
She was the first on in the Great Hall for breakfast, and poured herself a cup of coffee. Pulling out a quill and a piece of parchment she began working on song lyrics. By the time Ron and Harry showed up she had gone through 6 rolls trying to write a song, all of which she thought was terrible. Giving up she crammed the parchment into her bag.
"What happened to you yesterday?" Ron asked as he stuffed his mouth full of food.
"McGonagall filled me in on my head duties." Hermione stated
"Which consist of what?" Harry asked.
"Dorm checks, hall patrol, making sure the prefects keep everyone in line, among other things."
"So... are you... like able to.... take points away and.... stuff?" Ron mumbles between chewing.
"Swallow before you talk, Ron. And yes I am"
"Alright!" Ron swallowed his food and stood up.
"Where are you going?" Harry asked
"Lets go take points from Malfoy for being a stupid git!" Ron exclaimed causing Harry to smile.
"I don't think that is going to happen." Hermione said quietly.
"Why not? After all the tormenting he has done over the past 6 years. Thats justification enough." Ron yelled a little too loudly.
"Ron, sit down, people are beginning to stare." Hermione scolded. Ron sat and stared at her impatiently.
"Malfoy is Head Boy..." Hermione whispered.
"WHAT?!" Ron and Harry yelled in unison. The Great Hall became silent. Hermione let her hair fall into her face shielding it form everyones stares. Slowly the Great Hall returned to its usual loud roar.
"What do you mean Malfoy is head boy?" Ron asked.
"How could Dumbledore do this to you?" Harry asked.
"Don't worry about it. I have it all under control. I'm not afraid of him anymore." Hermione said.
"'Mione, do you remember who we are talking about?" Ron asked.
"Yes, and I'm not scared of him."
"You should be." Harry said.
"Why?" Hermione was becoming very angry.
"He's a death eater, 'Mione, and your... well your..." Harry stammered.
"A mudblood?" Hermione finished his sentence.
Ron shoot Harry a look.
"I'll see you guys later, I have to go to class." Hermione grabbed her things and hurried out of the Great Hall. She was sure that wasn't exactly the word Harry was going to use, but its the only one that seemed to fit perfectly. Hermione held back tears. She had become very good at hiding her emotions and locking them deep inside herself after her break up with Viktor Krum. It had become a very useful tool and one that she played out to every advantage.
Maintaining composure, she headed to her first class, Advanced Mythology with Professor Morpheus. She had taken basic Mythology last year and enjoyed it immensely, beside there weren't that may kids taking it so she wouldn't have to worry about running into Harry or Ron, or most of all Draco and his goons.
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By the end of the day Hermione was exhausted. She had a ton of homework already, and it was only the first day. After Advanced Mythology, which Professor Morpheus had assigned them a 2 parchment essay on their ideas on luck and fate, she had Advanced Potions with Snape who had assigned them work as well. They had to define the uses of 8 stones: Amethyst, Chrysolite, Garnet, Jade, Jasper, Lapis Lazuli, Onyx and Tourmaline. Both assignments were do at the beginning of the next class.
Skipping dinner, Hermione headed straight to her dorm. Apparently Draco had done the same, because when she walked into the common room she found Draco sitting on the couch surrounded by books and parchment. Hermione just walked past him and up to her room.
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He didn't even bother to look up. He knew who it was and didn't care. He couldn't believe that he had to she his quarters with the filthy little mudblood. If his father was still around, he was sure the arrangement would be different. Lucius wouldn't stand for it. Draco hated it, even with his father gone, he still couldn't help but think like him. He wasn't even sure if he shared his fathers beliefs, though he would never tell him that or question his motives. Even though she was a mudblood, she seemed to know more about magic the anyone. Since their first year she had had the top marks in all their classes earning Draco a few beatings from his father for allowing a mudblood to beat him.
Draco huffed angrily as he threw his quill, parchment and book down. He hated this, everything came so easily to her, and she wasn't even part of his world.
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Hermione finished both of her papers in just under 2 hours. They were easier then she had expected them to be. Once she started, it all flowed naturally onto the parchment. She had even written and extra 2 pages, on top of the 2 assigned, for Professor Morpheus. Hermione smiled as she arranged them neatly on he desk. It had just started to get dark, so she decided to change into something more comfortable and practice.
After pulling on a light pink tube-top and black comfy pants, she opened the balcony door to allow the cool night breeze in. The only bad thing about having the balcony is that it connected to Draco's room as well. Hermione had almost finished one of her favorite songs, "Walk away" by Christina Aguilera when she noticed that her door had opened and the figure filling its frame.
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Orlando's Gurl: I'm glad you like it so far. I want Hermione to be sassy... I know she has it in her!! LOL
DemonicallyDeliciousWithin: I love Metallica, too. I love all sorts of music, actually! Thanx for your advise and I am trying notepad to see if its better...
orchidblossom8: Thank you. Now that I know someone likes it I intend on continuing
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Chapter 3: Oops, Did I say that?
Hermione woke early the next morning to shower and get ready before Draco awoke. Being as they shared a bathroom that connected both of their rooms, she didn't want to chance walking in on him or vise versa. Figuring the easiest way to keep things civil was to avoid interaction as much as possible. It worked for her.
She was the first on in the Great Hall for breakfast, and poured herself a cup of coffee. Pulling out a quill and a piece of parchment she began working on song lyrics. By the time Ron and Harry showed up she had gone through 6 rolls trying to write a song, all of which she thought was terrible. Giving up she crammed the parchment into her bag.
"What happened to you yesterday?" Ron asked as he stuffed his mouth full of food.
"McGonagall filled me in on my head duties." Hermione stated
"Which consist of what?" Harry asked.
"Dorm checks, hall patrol, making sure the prefects keep everyone in line, among other things."
"So... are you... like able to.... take points away and.... stuff?" Ron mumbles between chewing.
"Swallow before you talk, Ron. And yes I am"
"Alright!" Ron swallowed his food and stood up.
"Where are you going?" Harry asked
"Lets go take points from Malfoy for being a stupid git!" Ron exclaimed causing Harry to smile.
"I don't think that is going to happen." Hermione said quietly.
"Why not? After all the tormenting he has done over the past 6 years. Thats justification enough." Ron yelled a little too loudly.
"Ron, sit down, people are beginning to stare." Hermione scolded. Ron sat and stared at her impatiently.
"Malfoy is Head Boy..." Hermione whispered.
"WHAT?!" Ron and Harry yelled in unison. The Great Hall became silent. Hermione let her hair fall into her face shielding it form everyones stares. Slowly the Great Hall returned to its usual loud roar.
"What do you mean Malfoy is head boy?" Ron asked.
"How could Dumbledore do this to you?" Harry asked.
"Don't worry about it. I have it all under control. I'm not afraid of him anymore." Hermione said.
"'Mione, do you remember who we are talking about?" Ron asked.
"Yes, and I'm not scared of him."
"You should be." Harry said.
"Why?" Hermione was becoming very angry.
"He's a death eater, 'Mione, and your... well your..." Harry stammered.
"A mudblood?" Hermione finished his sentence.
Ron shoot Harry a look.
"I'll see you guys later, I have to go to class." Hermione grabbed her things and hurried out of the Great Hall. She was sure that wasn't exactly the word Harry was going to use, but its the only one that seemed to fit perfectly. Hermione held back tears. She had become very good at hiding her emotions and locking them deep inside herself after her break up with Viktor Krum. It had become a very useful tool and one that she played out to every advantage.
Maintaining composure, she headed to her first class, Advanced Mythology with Professor Morpheus. She had taken basic Mythology last year and enjoyed it immensely, beside there weren't that may kids taking it so she wouldn't have to worry about running into Harry or Ron, or most of all Draco and his goons.
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By the end of the day Hermione was exhausted. She had a ton of homework already, and it was only the first day. After Advanced Mythology, which Professor Morpheus had assigned them a 2 parchment essay on their ideas on luck and fate, she had Advanced Potions with Snape who had assigned them work as well. They had to define the uses of 8 stones: Amethyst, Chrysolite, Garnet, Jade, Jasper, Lapis Lazuli, Onyx and Tourmaline. Both assignments were do at the beginning of the next class.
Skipping dinner, Hermione headed straight to her dorm. Apparently Draco had done the same, because when she walked into the common room she found Draco sitting on the couch surrounded by books and parchment. Hermione just walked past him and up to her room.
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He didn't even bother to look up. He knew who it was and didn't care. He couldn't believe that he had to she his quarters with the filthy little mudblood. If his father was still around, he was sure the arrangement would be different. Lucius wouldn't stand for it. Draco hated it, even with his father gone, he still couldn't help but think like him. He wasn't even sure if he shared his fathers beliefs, though he would never tell him that or question his motives. Even though she was a mudblood, she seemed to know more about magic the anyone. Since their first year she had had the top marks in all their classes earning Draco a few beatings from his father for allowing a mudblood to beat him.
Draco huffed angrily as he threw his quill, parchment and book down. He hated this, everything came so easily to her, and she wasn't even part of his world.
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Hermione finished both of her papers in just under 2 hours. They were easier then she had expected them to be. Once she started, it all flowed naturally onto the parchment. She had even written and extra 2 pages, on top of the 2 assigned, for Professor Morpheus. Hermione smiled as she arranged them neatly on he desk. It had just started to get dark, so she decided to change into something more comfortable and practice.
After pulling on a light pink tube-top and black comfy pants, she opened the balcony door to allow the cool night breeze in. The only bad thing about having the balcony is that it connected to Draco's room as well. Hermione had almost finished one of her favorite songs, "Walk away" by Christina Aguilera when she noticed that her door had opened and the figure filling its frame.