Yeah... Whatever
Prologue
For once in her life, Hermione Granger actually belonged. She wasn't pushed into a box labeled 'Know-it-all' and stored in a cupboard until a textbook was needed. She was accepted because of who she was, not shunned for it. But then again, you couldn't really shun your supposed superior. Yes, even on her holidays Hermione was working. That wasn't the point, though. She was helping people; people her age; people who respected her and needed her advice.
She loved it.
It wasn't rocket science (Which Hermione happened to find enthralling), but it was enjoyable. She would sit at the back of the class with the other helpers until the professor finished his lectures to the troubled teens (They were mainly composed of: 'Be a better person' and 'Help society'). Hermione found it all very preachy. So when he sent the students into her 'office' (A cleaned out old janitor's closet which she took the liberty of decorating) for a peer therapy session... she did her own thing.
Chapter 1
There was a knock at the closet door. Hermione continued rooting through her CD's.
"Come in, Trysta," she instructed.
"Not Trysta... But you can call me that if you like," drawled a distinctly male voice from somewhere behind her. She could feel the stranger's eyes examining her figure... It was very unnerving.
Hermione abruptly stopped her search, but didn't turn around. She had no time for perverts. "Well if you aren't Miss Mallory, then kindly march your arse back out my door."
"I'm new." The voice said simply.
She cursed under her breath. Damn that alarm clock. "Take a seat then."
Hermione heard the shuffling of feat and the scrape of the chair. When all was quiet she finally turned around, making her way to her own stool. She took out a piece of paper from her desk and grabbed the pen behind her ear.
"Name?" There was a pause.
"Trouble," the boy stated.
"Name?" She repeated.
"Wouldn't YOU like to know?"
"Name?!" She reiterated sharply.
"Draco..."
A lump formed in her throat. She solemnly raised her eyes to examine him. Through her lashes she couldn't see him very clearly, but well enough.
"Hello, Granger."
Prologue
For once in her life, Hermione Granger actually belonged. She wasn't pushed into a box labeled 'Know-it-all' and stored in a cupboard until a textbook was needed. She was accepted because of who she was, not shunned for it. But then again, you couldn't really shun your supposed superior. Yes, even on her holidays Hermione was working. That wasn't the point, though. She was helping people; people her age; people who respected her and needed her advice.
She loved it.
It wasn't rocket science (Which Hermione happened to find enthralling), but it was enjoyable. She would sit at the back of the class with the other helpers until the professor finished his lectures to the troubled teens (They were mainly composed of: 'Be a better person' and 'Help society'). Hermione found it all very preachy. So when he sent the students into her 'office' (A cleaned out old janitor's closet which she took the liberty of decorating) for a peer therapy session... she did her own thing.
Chapter 1
There was a knock at the closet door. Hermione continued rooting through her CD's.
"Come in, Trysta," she instructed.
"Not Trysta... But you can call me that if you like," drawled a distinctly male voice from somewhere behind her. She could feel the stranger's eyes examining her figure... It was very unnerving.
Hermione abruptly stopped her search, but didn't turn around. She had no time for perverts. "Well if you aren't Miss Mallory, then kindly march your arse back out my door."
"I'm new." The voice said simply.
She cursed under her breath. Damn that alarm clock. "Take a seat then."
Hermione heard the shuffling of feat and the scrape of the chair. When all was quiet she finally turned around, making her way to her own stool. She took out a piece of paper from her desk and grabbed the pen behind her ear.
"Name?" There was a pause.
"Trouble," the boy stated.
"Name?" She repeated.
"Wouldn't YOU like to know?"
"Name?!" She reiterated sharply.
"Draco..."
A lump formed in her throat. She solemnly raised her eyes to examine him. Through her lashes she couldn't see him very clearly, but well enough.
"Hello, Granger."