Disclaimer: Yes, yes, yes, we all know that I do not own these characters,
I stole them from JK Rowling, and I am holding them for ransom! Mua ha ha!
~*~
"Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy, be sure to board the appropriate carriage upon leaving the train, and make sure that you are the only two on that carriage as well," said Professor McGonagall, giving Draco a stern look.
"We have our own carriage too?" asked Draco, bewildered.
"Yes, Mr. Malfoy, you do. There are quite a few changes this year for the Head Boy and Girl," she replied, "and oh yes, that reminds me! After the feast this evening, you are to speak with the Headmaster, he would like to dicuss a few issues with you both."
"What sort of issues?" questioned Hermione.
"You'll see after dinner, now both of you, hurry!" and she left.
"Draco!" yelled a high-pitched, whiny voice. Draco turned, and he had just a moment to see a skinny, blonde teenaged girl jogging toward him before her arms were wrapped around him.
"Hey Pansy," he said softly, sliding his arm around her waist.
Hermione rolled her eyes. 'Disgusting,' she thought. "Oh Draco..." she smiled as sweetly as possible.
Draco's face snapped up, his steely eyes fixed on her. "What?" he whispered, his words coated with annoyance.
"I believe we have to board our carriage now," she was still smiling.
Draco gave Hermione a sarcastic grin, and he gracefully climbed into the horseless carriage. When Pansy started to follow him, Hermione grabbed the collar of her robes, and she stumbled to the ground.
"What the fuck?!" she screamed.
"Sorry," Hermione replied, trying as hard as she could not to laugh, "only Head Boy and Girl in this carriage, not obnoxious little bitches."
Pansy gave Hermione a cold glare as she slammed the carriage door shut.
"As much as I would love her to be in here with us," Hermione drawled, "I would rather not witness you two having sex."
"Very funny, Granger," Draco snapped.
"What do you see in her anyway?" Hermione asked.
"Why the hell do you care?" he responded.
"I don't know, you just... Don't seem to really like her... You seem to only use her," she mumbled.
Hermione looked up at Draco, who was looking right back at her, his eyes twinkling. Before Hermione could continue asking questions, though, the carriage shuddered to a halt, and the door gently opened itself. They both saw that theirs was the first carriage to arrive, and that they would lead the students to the Great Hall.
Hermione leaped out of the carriage, and straightened her robes, which included readjusting her skirt. She unclasped her robe and as she was fixing the position of her skirt, she noticed Draco glancing at her.
"See anything interesting?" she grinned.
"Fuck off, Granger," Draco sneered. 'Have her legs always been that nice?" he wondered.
"Shall we, then?" Hermione gestured toward the door, ignoring Malfoy's rude comment. She began to climb the stone steps; Draco followed.
~*~
"Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy, be sure to board the appropriate carriage upon leaving the train, and make sure that you are the only two on that carriage as well," said Professor McGonagall, giving Draco a stern look.
"We have our own carriage too?" asked Draco, bewildered.
"Yes, Mr. Malfoy, you do. There are quite a few changes this year for the Head Boy and Girl," she replied, "and oh yes, that reminds me! After the feast this evening, you are to speak with the Headmaster, he would like to dicuss a few issues with you both."
"What sort of issues?" questioned Hermione.
"You'll see after dinner, now both of you, hurry!" and she left.
"Draco!" yelled a high-pitched, whiny voice. Draco turned, and he had just a moment to see a skinny, blonde teenaged girl jogging toward him before her arms were wrapped around him.
"Hey Pansy," he said softly, sliding his arm around her waist.
Hermione rolled her eyes. 'Disgusting,' she thought. "Oh Draco..." she smiled as sweetly as possible.
Draco's face snapped up, his steely eyes fixed on her. "What?" he whispered, his words coated with annoyance.
"I believe we have to board our carriage now," she was still smiling.
Draco gave Hermione a sarcastic grin, and he gracefully climbed into the horseless carriage. When Pansy started to follow him, Hermione grabbed the collar of her robes, and she stumbled to the ground.
"What the fuck?!" she screamed.
"Sorry," Hermione replied, trying as hard as she could not to laugh, "only Head Boy and Girl in this carriage, not obnoxious little bitches."
Pansy gave Hermione a cold glare as she slammed the carriage door shut.
"As much as I would love her to be in here with us," Hermione drawled, "I would rather not witness you two having sex."
"Very funny, Granger," Draco snapped.
"What do you see in her anyway?" Hermione asked.
"Why the hell do you care?" he responded.
"I don't know, you just... Don't seem to really like her... You seem to only use her," she mumbled.
Hermione looked up at Draco, who was looking right back at her, his eyes twinkling. Before Hermione could continue asking questions, though, the carriage shuddered to a halt, and the door gently opened itself. They both saw that theirs was the first carriage to arrive, and that they would lead the students to the Great Hall.
Hermione leaped out of the carriage, and straightened her robes, which included readjusting her skirt. She unclasped her robe and as she was fixing the position of her skirt, she noticed Draco glancing at her.
"See anything interesting?" she grinned.
"Fuck off, Granger," Draco sneered. 'Have her legs always been that nice?" he wondered.
"Shall we, then?" Hermione gestured toward the door, ignoring Malfoy's rude comment. She began to climb the stone steps; Draco followed.