a/n: haha, don't worry jtangel, the baby dragon is on her way!
Viv: Well, in this fic, Krum turns out to be a downright git. ( I'm sorry ) and of course there's going to be Hermione and Draco moments, this is a Hermione/Draco
fic isn't it?
Chapter 15
Exiting the shower in her bathrobe, she walked over to her trunk which had already been in the room when she arrived. House-elves, she guessed. Still drying her hair with a towel, she kneeled down beside her trunk and opened it. Hermione carefully took out the broom and placed it in the closet, just incase. It wouldn't do to have someone walk into her room and find out about the broom. She would be asked questions regarding why and she'd have to tell them everything. She shuddered. No, letting someone find out about her past was absolutely a 'no-no'.
Hermione pulled out a pair of khaki coloured shorts, the cuts bruises on her legs had cleared up, so she was able to expose her legs. She was, however, never able to expose her back. It revealed too much of her past. Too much. Even looking at it made her tear. They were memories, vital memories. She pulled out a black long-sleeved shirt. It would be a while before dinner, seeing as they had just finished with tea and it was already half past 5.
As the sixteen year old put her things away into their respective place, she heard loud laughter coming from the other room. Hermione, not wanting to be alone, went to check it out. She stepped bare-footed into the hallway. The grey stoned ground was cold. So cold, it hurt. Hermione walked over to the other side of the hallway, to where she heard the laughter coming from. She looked to her right, Nikki and Blaise were no longer snogging. ' Thank goodness,' Hermione thought.
The laughter was coming from behind the doors of Draco Malfoy's room. It suddenly felt very cold. Hermione stood directly outside his room. Her enemies room. How awkward this was. The laughter came again. Hermione could tell that there were at least 5 people in that room. Oh, how she wanted to burst into that room and join in the fun. The fun she never really had. Something she was never allowed to have until now. Now that Severus Snape was her father, she felt safer. Hermione, the daughter of an ex-Death Eater. Hermione smiled. She loved the sound of it. She was the offspring of an ex-Death Eater. Her father even had the dark mark and all. Hermione chuckled at herself, she was definately going insane.
She stood outside Draco Malfoy's room, listening to the howls of laughter emitting from it. She was jealous. Remebering the days when Harry and Ron were still close friends, her eyes teared slightly. Hermione hastily wiped them away and sniffed. Even as part of the 'Golden trio', she never had as much fun as those people in her enemies room. Heck, she didn't even think Malfoy could laugh humorously.
Taking a deep breath, she knocked on his door. She heard the laughter die down as a male voice said, " Come in". Hermione opened the door slowly and popped her head in. In the room was Nikki, Blaise, Blythe, Draco and three unidentified male guests. They were all staring back at her. " Yes, Mudblood?" Draco asked casually. His tone of voice, somehow made her feel, unwanted. " Nevermind," Hermione said quickly, withdrawing her head and running back to her room. It was a huge mistake to walk on the enemies ground.
Just as Hermione was about to close the door to the room, a hand came, preventing her from shutting the door. Hermione let out a cry of surprise. Mr. Granger always did that. She put a hand to her heart, as if trying to calm it down. Then, from behind the door, came a certain Draco Malfoy.
" Look, do you want to join us in my room, Mudblood?" he asked, uneasily. Hermione was shocked. She didn't expect him to ask. She expected him to make fun of her for 'trying to fit in'.
" Erm, sure," she replied, just as uneasily. The word ' Mudblood' ran through her mind, he knew that she wasn't one, why did he still use it?
" Malfoy? Why do you still call me a Mudblood?" she asked quitely. Hermione cringed and prepared for a snigger and a long hurl of insults. It never came.
" Well, what else would I call you?" he replied after a moment of thought. " I can't call you Snape, hell there are too many around, can't call you Fayre, you don't use it and I can't call you Hermione because it'll be just too damn weird," he said. " So, I call you Mudblood," Malfoy continued.
" You know you can be such a prick at times, other times, you're an insufferable prat, don't you think there aren't any other Malfoy's around," Hermione stated. He could be just a git at times. It was awkward enough she was conversing with the enemy but talking about what to call him was simply weird.
" Draco, then, call me Draco," he simply stated. The awkwardness was over. Hermione sighed.
" Right, Draco, do you have any idea how foul the name Mudblood is?" she asked him.
" Fine, I'll call you Muddy, then, how's that?" he replied, smirking.
" How about, Mia, since you obviously have a problem pronouncing the name 'Hermione'," she pushed him. It wasn't nice having the name ' Mudblood' for a nickname, was it?
Draco visibly cringed. " I do not have a problem pronouncing your name, Hermione. I absolutely refuse to call you 'Mia', it's too American," he said.
" Now you have a problem with Americans?" she asked, incredulously.
" No, no, just America, bad memories," he stated simply.
" Alright, so call me Hermione," she simply said. Then she smirked. He'd have no other option than to call her that. He was caught in a dead end.
" Hermione then, I'd still rather call you Mudblood," he said, after thinking.
" No," came Hermione's reply. The word 'Mudblood' held far too many unwanted memories. Draco sighed.
" Shall we move to my room then?" he asked. He was rather polite, therefore, acting very weird. Something was most definitely up.
They two teens walked in silence to Draco's living quarters. Pushing the door open, Draco allowed Hermione into his territory. Everyone whom Hermione saw a moment ago was there and the three unidentified male guests turned out to be Draco's friends who used to attend Durmstrang. Their families moved to England after the death of the Dark Lord. The three boys, Thomas, Daniel and Rupert were going to start attending Hogwarts for their 7th and last year. Cute boys, they were, Hermione noticed.
" Hi Hermione," her twin said as they entered the room. Hermione just smiled back. Draco's living quarters was, without a doubt, enormous. He had a wooden floor made out of rose wood, a king-sized bed with dark green sheets and at the side of his room, parked at a corner, laid music equiptment. Everything a band needed was there, from the instruments to the amps. Everything. One of the boys was sitting at the drums, playing with them very softly.
" Do you play?" Hermione asked Draco.
" Sometimes," he replied, pulling out a remote control from his desk drawer.
" All of them?" she asked again, very amused.
" Yes, all of them, Hermione," he said, making an effort to say her name. He clicked on the remote and suddenly, a wall disappeared and revealed a stereo system. Hermione gasped. His sound system was the best one in the market, not to mention the most expensive.
" Wow," she whispered. " Do you have any CDs?" she continued.
" Yes but not many," he said, pointing to where a CD rack stood. He was right, it wasn't very many. She went to take a look at his CDs. Through his CDs, it was obvious that he didn't know much about muggle music.
" Hmm...," she said as she skimmed through his CDs. There were 30 odd CDs on his rack. Nothing compared to Hermione's collection. She smirked and closed her eyes.
The other occupants looked at Hermione as if she was insane. Closing her eyes and chanting. Sheesh. All of a sudden, the sound of zooming could be heard coming from the hallway. Draco opened the door to see what was happening. Before he could pop his head out to see, uncountable numbers of CDs flew right past him into his room. They landed themselves on the floor with 'smacks'. Hermione smirked again, after opening her eyes to find her whole collection in Draco's room. Just where she wanted them.
Viv: Well, in this fic, Krum turns out to be a downright git. ( I'm sorry ) and of course there's going to be Hermione and Draco moments, this is a Hermione/Draco
fic isn't it?
Chapter 15
Exiting the shower in her bathrobe, she walked over to her trunk which had already been in the room when she arrived. House-elves, she guessed. Still drying her hair with a towel, she kneeled down beside her trunk and opened it. Hermione carefully took out the broom and placed it in the closet, just incase. It wouldn't do to have someone walk into her room and find out about the broom. She would be asked questions regarding why and she'd have to tell them everything. She shuddered. No, letting someone find out about her past was absolutely a 'no-no'.
Hermione pulled out a pair of khaki coloured shorts, the cuts bruises on her legs had cleared up, so she was able to expose her legs. She was, however, never able to expose her back. It revealed too much of her past. Too much. Even looking at it made her tear. They were memories, vital memories. She pulled out a black long-sleeved shirt. It would be a while before dinner, seeing as they had just finished with tea and it was already half past 5.
As the sixteen year old put her things away into their respective place, she heard loud laughter coming from the other room. Hermione, not wanting to be alone, went to check it out. She stepped bare-footed into the hallway. The grey stoned ground was cold. So cold, it hurt. Hermione walked over to the other side of the hallway, to where she heard the laughter coming from. She looked to her right, Nikki and Blaise were no longer snogging. ' Thank goodness,' Hermione thought.
The laughter was coming from behind the doors of Draco Malfoy's room. It suddenly felt very cold. Hermione stood directly outside his room. Her enemies room. How awkward this was. The laughter came again. Hermione could tell that there were at least 5 people in that room. Oh, how she wanted to burst into that room and join in the fun. The fun she never really had. Something she was never allowed to have until now. Now that Severus Snape was her father, she felt safer. Hermione, the daughter of an ex-Death Eater. Hermione smiled. She loved the sound of it. She was the offspring of an ex-Death Eater. Her father even had the dark mark and all. Hermione chuckled at herself, she was definately going insane.
She stood outside Draco Malfoy's room, listening to the howls of laughter emitting from it. She was jealous. Remebering the days when Harry and Ron were still close friends, her eyes teared slightly. Hermione hastily wiped them away and sniffed. Even as part of the 'Golden trio', she never had as much fun as those people in her enemies room. Heck, she didn't even think Malfoy could laugh humorously.
Taking a deep breath, she knocked on his door. She heard the laughter die down as a male voice said, " Come in". Hermione opened the door slowly and popped her head in. In the room was Nikki, Blaise, Blythe, Draco and three unidentified male guests. They were all staring back at her. " Yes, Mudblood?" Draco asked casually. His tone of voice, somehow made her feel, unwanted. " Nevermind," Hermione said quickly, withdrawing her head and running back to her room. It was a huge mistake to walk on the enemies ground.
Just as Hermione was about to close the door to the room, a hand came, preventing her from shutting the door. Hermione let out a cry of surprise. Mr. Granger always did that. She put a hand to her heart, as if trying to calm it down. Then, from behind the door, came a certain Draco Malfoy.
" Look, do you want to join us in my room, Mudblood?" he asked, uneasily. Hermione was shocked. She didn't expect him to ask. She expected him to make fun of her for 'trying to fit in'.
" Erm, sure," she replied, just as uneasily. The word ' Mudblood' ran through her mind, he knew that she wasn't one, why did he still use it?
" Malfoy? Why do you still call me a Mudblood?" she asked quitely. Hermione cringed and prepared for a snigger and a long hurl of insults. It never came.
" Well, what else would I call you?" he replied after a moment of thought. " I can't call you Snape, hell there are too many around, can't call you Fayre, you don't use it and I can't call you Hermione because it'll be just too damn weird," he said. " So, I call you Mudblood," Malfoy continued.
" You know you can be such a prick at times, other times, you're an insufferable prat, don't you think there aren't any other Malfoy's around," Hermione stated. He could be just a git at times. It was awkward enough she was conversing with the enemy but talking about what to call him was simply weird.
" Draco, then, call me Draco," he simply stated. The awkwardness was over. Hermione sighed.
" Right, Draco, do you have any idea how foul the name Mudblood is?" she asked him.
" Fine, I'll call you Muddy, then, how's that?" he replied, smirking.
" How about, Mia, since you obviously have a problem pronouncing the name 'Hermione'," she pushed him. It wasn't nice having the name ' Mudblood' for a nickname, was it?
Draco visibly cringed. " I do not have a problem pronouncing your name, Hermione. I absolutely refuse to call you 'Mia', it's too American," he said.
" Now you have a problem with Americans?" she asked, incredulously.
" No, no, just America, bad memories," he stated simply.
" Alright, so call me Hermione," she simply said. Then she smirked. He'd have no other option than to call her that. He was caught in a dead end.
" Hermione then, I'd still rather call you Mudblood," he said, after thinking.
" No," came Hermione's reply. The word 'Mudblood' held far too many unwanted memories. Draco sighed.
" Shall we move to my room then?" he asked. He was rather polite, therefore, acting very weird. Something was most definitely up.
They two teens walked in silence to Draco's living quarters. Pushing the door open, Draco allowed Hermione into his territory. Everyone whom Hermione saw a moment ago was there and the three unidentified male guests turned out to be Draco's friends who used to attend Durmstrang. Their families moved to England after the death of the Dark Lord. The three boys, Thomas, Daniel and Rupert were going to start attending Hogwarts for their 7th and last year. Cute boys, they were, Hermione noticed.
" Hi Hermione," her twin said as they entered the room. Hermione just smiled back. Draco's living quarters was, without a doubt, enormous. He had a wooden floor made out of rose wood, a king-sized bed with dark green sheets and at the side of his room, parked at a corner, laid music equiptment. Everything a band needed was there, from the instruments to the amps. Everything. One of the boys was sitting at the drums, playing with them very softly.
" Do you play?" Hermione asked Draco.
" Sometimes," he replied, pulling out a remote control from his desk drawer.
" All of them?" she asked again, very amused.
" Yes, all of them, Hermione," he said, making an effort to say her name. He clicked on the remote and suddenly, a wall disappeared and revealed a stereo system. Hermione gasped. His sound system was the best one in the market, not to mention the most expensive.
" Wow," she whispered. " Do you have any CDs?" she continued.
" Yes but not many," he said, pointing to where a CD rack stood. He was right, it wasn't very many. She went to take a look at his CDs. Through his CDs, it was obvious that he didn't know much about muggle music.
" Hmm...," she said as she skimmed through his CDs. There were 30 odd CDs on his rack. Nothing compared to Hermione's collection. She smirked and closed her eyes.
The other occupants looked at Hermione as if she was insane. Closing her eyes and chanting. Sheesh. All of a sudden, the sound of zooming could be heard coming from the hallway. Draco opened the door to see what was happening. Before he could pop his head out to see, uncountable numbers of CDs flew right past him into his room. They landed themselves on the floor with 'smacks'. Hermione smirked again, after opening her eyes to find her whole collection in Draco's room. Just where she wanted them.