A/N: Hi peeps again! This is my second fic and I'm gonna try and make it a
lot different to the last one. If you're a new reader, check out my first
one. It's kinda long, but see how you like it. Anyway, on with the story,
and review!
Disclaimer: Everything you recognise, as JK's is JK's. I'm not going to bother putting these in every chapter, so if you find something unfamiliar in the story, and after double-checking through Ms Rowlings books, and you still can't find it, then it's mine!
*Chapter 1: Fresh Start*
It had been about six months now since the fall of Voldemort. The wizarding world was finally free, and no one lived in fear. Hogwarts still thrived, though it had taken a bit of a battering from the battle that took place there. About half the castle was still out of order. This included the dungeons so, thankfully, potions was now being conducted in one of the unused classrooms on the fifth floor.
A storm had just begun, so Care of Magical Creatures had been cancelled in case a bout of flu broke out.
"Move it mudblood."
"Shove it ferret face."
Participants of all classes involving these two frequently heard these comments. Hermione Granger, a smart bushy haired Gryffindor was running through the bucketing rain, stopping at the entrance to shake her hair out.
"What do you think you're doing?! These are VERY expensive robes you know! They'll cost a fortune to get clean if you get them wet," a voice yelled behind her over the thunder.
"Well, Malfoy, seeing as your robes are already sopping wet, I don't think a little more water will change anything," Hermione said and wrung her hair out purposely onto his shoes.
"Ooh, you'll pay for that Granger," he told her coldly.
"I'm shaking in fear," she lashed back and walked up the stairs in the direction of her common room.
"Where were you? You were behind us one second, and then the next." Ron asked her.
"Got sidetracked. That git Malfoy was going on about his robes, you know the story."
"Yeah. Well, I'm going for a shower. We'll see you at dinner Hermione," Harry told her.
"Yeah, see you later," she breathed shivering and went to her room to warm up.
*****
"I can't believe how unlucky we are to have her again this year," Ron hissed to Harry.
"I would've given this up years ago, if it weren't for the fact that we can make half the homework up," Harry whispered back.
"Now, I want you all to turn to page 76 and read the passage on wind. After that, come up and collect a wind bowl. I trust you all bought wind essences over the summer?" the misty voice of Professor Trelawney told the class.
Neville meekly raised his hand.
"Ah, I saw you would forget, so I bought some extra essence over the summer for you," she said smiling triumphantly at him.
"No it's not that miss, it's just that I forgot my textbook," Neville said.
Ron snorted into his book. Harry had a huge grin on his face hidden behind the book, trying to stop himself from laughing. Trelawney acted as though she didn't hear them.
"I think her 'eye' has a cataract," Ron said which caused Harry to burst into a fit of silent giggles.
*****
"Now, who can tell me how many flowers I would get if I planted one Turhoit at the quarter moon, and went to check it at the next new moon?" Professor Vector asked the class.
Hermione's hand shot up as high as it could go.
"Yes, Miss Granger?"
"The Turhoit has 3 flowers when it is first planted and at the quarter moon, the flowers double which gives us six. Then in the space of about two weeks the flowers would increase by two everyday, which gives us 34. At the new moon, twenty flowers dies which leaves us with 14 living flowers," Hermione said with a smile on her face.
"Very good Miss Granger. 10 points to Gryffindor."
The Gryffindor's looked around at each other with wide grins and turned to thank Hermione for giving the answer so they didn't have to.
"Actually, if Granger had read the text properly, she would have realised that twenty flowers fall off, AFTER the new moon. If I'm not mistaken, you said that you would check it ON the new moon," Draco said.
"Yes, well, that is correct. Thank you for pointing that out. 5 points to Slytherin," Professor Vector said after which he turned around to write today's instructions on the board.
Hermione gave Draco a death glare to which he smirked. He loved making her feel second best.
*****
"Urgh! I hate Malfoy!" Hermione cried as she slammed her books down on the table.
"Bad lesson huh?" Harry asked.
"Tell me about it," she said and helped herself to a piece of chicken pie. "How was Trelawney? Still the old fraud she always was?"
"Yeah. She made a fool out of herself though with Neville." Ron proceeded to tell her the story.
Hermione snorted and drank deeply from her glass.
"So when do your prefect rooms get finished?" Ron asked her through a mouthful of apple pie.
"Um, I think in another two or three weeks, I'm not sure though I've heard they've fixed the place up."
Hermione was the Gryffindor prefect this year. Justin Finch Fletchy was the Hufflepuff prefect, Padma Patil was the Ravenclaw prefect and Blaise Zambini and Malfoy were tied for the Slytherin prefect. Blaise acted the prefect though. Malfoy only abused his position by taking points of students for talking too loud.
There were only two months left until the end of the trio's sixth year. Much of the school year had gone by in battles and fixing Hogwarts.
"Hey I nearly forgot to ask you guys! My mum said it's ok if you guys come over to my house for the summer and go to the World Duelling Championships with us. Dad won the sweepstakes at work to see who would win in the Hinkypunk race and he won 6 tickets and about 50 galleons. Fred and George are coming as well, and Charlies going to see if he can get time off. My dad's going to buy some extra tickets. So, how about it?" he asked them excitedly.
"I'll have to check with the Dursleys first, but I'm pretty sure they'll let me. They're still scared from fifth year at the station," Harry said beaming.
"I have to ask my parents, but they'll probably say yes," Hermione told them.
"What did your father have to do to get tickets? Sell everything you own? Because he certainly wouldn't have made a Knut doing that. Nothing you own is worth anything but dirt," Malfoy sneered.
Ron leapt to his feet. Hermione and Ron also got up and held onto his robes.
"Yeah, well at least his father isn't licking the floor of Azkaban trying to get his lousy dignity back," Harry hissed.
Draco sneered at Harry. "Well Potter. At least my father is still alive."
Now it was Ron and Hermione's turn to hold Harry and his wand arm back.
"Ooh you disgust me Malfoy! You are an worthless insolent piece of crap!" Hermione yelled.
Malfoy turned around and looked at her thoughtfully. "Yes, I believe I am a worthless insolent piece of crap, but I'm a god in bed. If you're a good girl, I'll let you see that for yourself Mudblood. After all, in a couple of weeks, my room will be conveniently located next to yours," he smirked and wriggled his eyebrows suggestively at her.
Dean and Seamus leapt up and pushed a struggling Harry and Ron into their seats.
Malfoy walked casually past Hermione, pinching her ass on the way.
A/N: AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! I am so sad now because I wrote the story and the bit where Harry has to ask the Dursleys if he can go, I first put down Sirius, and then I realised my mistake and I FEEL LIKE CRYING!!!!! Anyway, review and tell me what you think of this. thing.
Disclaimer: Everything you recognise, as JK's is JK's. I'm not going to bother putting these in every chapter, so if you find something unfamiliar in the story, and after double-checking through Ms Rowlings books, and you still can't find it, then it's mine!
*Chapter 1: Fresh Start*
It had been about six months now since the fall of Voldemort. The wizarding world was finally free, and no one lived in fear. Hogwarts still thrived, though it had taken a bit of a battering from the battle that took place there. About half the castle was still out of order. This included the dungeons so, thankfully, potions was now being conducted in one of the unused classrooms on the fifth floor.
A storm had just begun, so Care of Magical Creatures had been cancelled in case a bout of flu broke out.
"Move it mudblood."
"Shove it ferret face."
Participants of all classes involving these two frequently heard these comments. Hermione Granger, a smart bushy haired Gryffindor was running through the bucketing rain, stopping at the entrance to shake her hair out.
"What do you think you're doing?! These are VERY expensive robes you know! They'll cost a fortune to get clean if you get them wet," a voice yelled behind her over the thunder.
"Well, Malfoy, seeing as your robes are already sopping wet, I don't think a little more water will change anything," Hermione said and wrung her hair out purposely onto his shoes.
"Ooh, you'll pay for that Granger," he told her coldly.
"I'm shaking in fear," she lashed back and walked up the stairs in the direction of her common room.
"Where were you? You were behind us one second, and then the next." Ron asked her.
"Got sidetracked. That git Malfoy was going on about his robes, you know the story."
"Yeah. Well, I'm going for a shower. We'll see you at dinner Hermione," Harry told her.
"Yeah, see you later," she breathed shivering and went to her room to warm up.
*****
"I can't believe how unlucky we are to have her again this year," Ron hissed to Harry.
"I would've given this up years ago, if it weren't for the fact that we can make half the homework up," Harry whispered back.
"Now, I want you all to turn to page 76 and read the passage on wind. After that, come up and collect a wind bowl. I trust you all bought wind essences over the summer?" the misty voice of Professor Trelawney told the class.
Neville meekly raised his hand.
"Ah, I saw you would forget, so I bought some extra essence over the summer for you," she said smiling triumphantly at him.
"No it's not that miss, it's just that I forgot my textbook," Neville said.
Ron snorted into his book. Harry had a huge grin on his face hidden behind the book, trying to stop himself from laughing. Trelawney acted as though she didn't hear them.
"I think her 'eye' has a cataract," Ron said which caused Harry to burst into a fit of silent giggles.
*****
"Now, who can tell me how many flowers I would get if I planted one Turhoit at the quarter moon, and went to check it at the next new moon?" Professor Vector asked the class.
Hermione's hand shot up as high as it could go.
"Yes, Miss Granger?"
"The Turhoit has 3 flowers when it is first planted and at the quarter moon, the flowers double which gives us six. Then in the space of about two weeks the flowers would increase by two everyday, which gives us 34. At the new moon, twenty flowers dies which leaves us with 14 living flowers," Hermione said with a smile on her face.
"Very good Miss Granger. 10 points to Gryffindor."
The Gryffindor's looked around at each other with wide grins and turned to thank Hermione for giving the answer so they didn't have to.
"Actually, if Granger had read the text properly, she would have realised that twenty flowers fall off, AFTER the new moon. If I'm not mistaken, you said that you would check it ON the new moon," Draco said.
"Yes, well, that is correct. Thank you for pointing that out. 5 points to Slytherin," Professor Vector said after which he turned around to write today's instructions on the board.
Hermione gave Draco a death glare to which he smirked. He loved making her feel second best.
*****
"Urgh! I hate Malfoy!" Hermione cried as she slammed her books down on the table.
"Bad lesson huh?" Harry asked.
"Tell me about it," she said and helped herself to a piece of chicken pie. "How was Trelawney? Still the old fraud she always was?"
"Yeah. She made a fool out of herself though with Neville." Ron proceeded to tell her the story.
Hermione snorted and drank deeply from her glass.
"So when do your prefect rooms get finished?" Ron asked her through a mouthful of apple pie.
"Um, I think in another two or three weeks, I'm not sure though I've heard they've fixed the place up."
Hermione was the Gryffindor prefect this year. Justin Finch Fletchy was the Hufflepuff prefect, Padma Patil was the Ravenclaw prefect and Blaise Zambini and Malfoy were tied for the Slytherin prefect. Blaise acted the prefect though. Malfoy only abused his position by taking points of students for talking too loud.
There were only two months left until the end of the trio's sixth year. Much of the school year had gone by in battles and fixing Hogwarts.
"Hey I nearly forgot to ask you guys! My mum said it's ok if you guys come over to my house for the summer and go to the World Duelling Championships with us. Dad won the sweepstakes at work to see who would win in the Hinkypunk race and he won 6 tickets and about 50 galleons. Fred and George are coming as well, and Charlies going to see if he can get time off. My dad's going to buy some extra tickets. So, how about it?" he asked them excitedly.
"I'll have to check with the Dursleys first, but I'm pretty sure they'll let me. They're still scared from fifth year at the station," Harry said beaming.
"I have to ask my parents, but they'll probably say yes," Hermione told them.
"What did your father have to do to get tickets? Sell everything you own? Because he certainly wouldn't have made a Knut doing that. Nothing you own is worth anything but dirt," Malfoy sneered.
Ron leapt to his feet. Hermione and Ron also got up and held onto his robes.
"Yeah, well at least his father isn't licking the floor of Azkaban trying to get his lousy dignity back," Harry hissed.
Draco sneered at Harry. "Well Potter. At least my father is still alive."
Now it was Ron and Hermione's turn to hold Harry and his wand arm back.
"Ooh you disgust me Malfoy! You are an worthless insolent piece of crap!" Hermione yelled.
Malfoy turned around and looked at her thoughtfully. "Yes, I believe I am a worthless insolent piece of crap, but I'm a god in bed. If you're a good girl, I'll let you see that for yourself Mudblood. After all, in a couple of weeks, my room will be conveniently located next to yours," he smirked and wriggled his eyebrows suggestively at her.
Dean and Seamus leapt up and pushed a struggling Harry and Ron into their seats.
Malfoy walked casually past Hermione, pinching her ass on the way.
A/N: AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! I am so sad now because I wrote the story and the bit where Harry has to ask the Dursleys if he can go, I first put down Sirius, and then I realised my mistake and I FEEL LIKE CRYING!!!!! Anyway, review and tell me what you think of this. thing.