A/N -
Draco!!!! ooooo ^_~: Yeah, I was kind of basing it on my teenage years when I was 16, which was only 3 years ago though. I swore a lot as you can tell.
servatis a maleficum: I never planned to make it like that. I didn't want it to be one of those again. I thought if I did one of those it would be like all those other stories. Who knows, maybe I'll kill of Hermione to make it different, lol. No, maybe I won't kill off anyone.
Fiery Slut: Haha, that was one of my best reviews yet. I'll make sure to make it sexier than last time.
Chapter 3
~Breakfast, 6:23~
Hermione looked at Harry pick at his food. He looked upset about something. "What's your problem?" Hermione asked.
"Cho. She thinks I'm weird."
"Wow, Harry. That's really cool. I thought you gave up on her. She's a 7th year anyway. Her friends probably think your too good for yourself. She does have a reputation to keep." Ron suddenly started laughing and choking on his scrambled eggs.
"What the hell is your problem?" Hermione demanded an answer. She looked at Harry who had one eyebrow raised. He put his arms on the table and crossed them.
"Hermione, I never thought I'd hear those words come out of your mouth." Harry said as Ron took a big gulp of orange juice.
"Hermione," Ron said, trying to cover up his light laughs. "It just seems that you never even cared about your reputation in the first place. Why care about somebody else's now before yours? Why care at all now. We're just starting 6th year. We graduate next year. Do you plan to make up for all your past years?" Hermione pondered about this question as she looked past Harry and saw Malfoy entering the Great Hall. She looked back at Ron.
"Yes, I do. I very well plan to. In fact, don't depend on me for homework any more." Harry raised his eyebrow.
"Hey, speaking of homework, where were you last night around 9:00?" Ron asked. "Me and Harry were looking for you. We wanted the answers to the potions quiz." Hermione remembered snogging Malfoy and then him saying he had a reputation to keep.
"I was in the prefect's bathroom taking a bath."
"Oh. Have you noticed Malfoy hasn't said anything wrong this whole year?" Harry said. "I mean, usually he would say we were fucking lunatics."
"Harry, you metal-case, he hasn't gotten started with us yet. First he wants to get going with the first years to show him he's part of Voldie's gang. It's all in the way of his fate." Hermione told them. She picked up her books and what not and stood up.
"I'm going to class early. Maybe I can actually get a good seat where I don't have to sit next to Malfoy." Hermione said. She walked out of the hall feeling like a little liar and a slut.
She walked to divination alone. She thought about Malfoy. She wanted him badly now. She wanted him so bad it was hard to think how much she wanted him. Hermione's face began to get hot. Thinking of him these days made her get very nervous, which made her want to throw up sometimes. Hermione couldn't think straight.
Then . . . WHAM! Hermione fell to the ground, hitting her head on the ground hard. "Ow," Hermione said to herself, or so she thought so. She rubbed the back of her head, her eyes still closed. She felt a hand grab her other hand. Hermione opened her eyes to see Malfoy and the other Slytherins around her.
Shit, fuck, fuck, fuck, Hermione thought. She had bumped into Malfoy and his group of friends.
"Looks like the mudblood needs some help, you guys. Maybe we should help her." The word "mudblood" didn't hurt her so much now. He pulled her half way up and then let go. "Or maybe we shouldn't. She is after all the ugliest person alive. Muggle, I should say." Hermione narrowed her eyes upon him.
"Shut the fuck up, Malfoy." Hermione hissed. Pansy gasped. "Why don't you go shit yourself and then go fuck with the Pansy." Crabbe and Goyle pointed their wands at her with all the other Slytherins.
"Get away from her!" A voice yelled. Harry's in particular. Hermione turned her head to see Neville, Ron, Harry, Ginny, Luna Lovegood, and a bunch of other Gryffindors pointing their wands at the pack of Slytherins. Pretty soon green sparks from each end would be flying every where.
Hermione rolled her eyes, grabbed her stuff and, feeling like an army soldier, crawled on the floor out of the battler between the houses. Hermione ran the rest of the way to Divination until she saw Malfoy leaning next to the door . . . alone.
She walked up slowly with a small grin on her face, with that stupid little twinkle in her eyes.
His hands were in his pockets, his hair once again framed his face nicely and he also had that gay twinkle in his eyes.
"That really sucked when I couldn't get out of there, you know. I thought I was gonna die."
"Good, nobody needs a Granger in the school anyway."
"Well nobody wants a Malfoy in the school. Nobody needs to be tormented." Hermione said seriously.
"Why do always have to get so shitty when you're mad? It's not like I love Pansy or anything."
"So, it's not like I'm the ugliest person on the face of the earth."
"You may not be, but you still get on my nerves with your perfections."
"I don't want to be perfect anymore."
"So you wanna be a slut?"
"I never said that. I was just saying that-"
"Well you don't wanna be daddy's little girl anymore do you? Why not be a slut. Or my bitch?"
"I'd have to be in Slytherin to apply for those jobs."
"True, that is very true. Anyway, act like were fighting, I see Pansy coming with messed hair."
Draco!!!! ooooo ^_~: Yeah, I was kind of basing it on my teenage years when I was 16, which was only 3 years ago though. I swore a lot as you can tell.
servatis a maleficum: I never planned to make it like that. I didn't want it to be one of those again. I thought if I did one of those it would be like all those other stories. Who knows, maybe I'll kill of Hermione to make it different, lol. No, maybe I won't kill off anyone.
Fiery Slut: Haha, that was one of my best reviews yet. I'll make sure to make it sexier than last time.
Chapter 3
~Breakfast, 6:23~
Hermione looked at Harry pick at his food. He looked upset about something. "What's your problem?" Hermione asked.
"Cho. She thinks I'm weird."
"Wow, Harry. That's really cool. I thought you gave up on her. She's a 7th year anyway. Her friends probably think your too good for yourself. She does have a reputation to keep." Ron suddenly started laughing and choking on his scrambled eggs.
"What the hell is your problem?" Hermione demanded an answer. She looked at Harry who had one eyebrow raised. He put his arms on the table and crossed them.
"Hermione, I never thought I'd hear those words come out of your mouth." Harry said as Ron took a big gulp of orange juice.
"Hermione," Ron said, trying to cover up his light laughs. "It just seems that you never even cared about your reputation in the first place. Why care about somebody else's now before yours? Why care at all now. We're just starting 6th year. We graduate next year. Do you plan to make up for all your past years?" Hermione pondered about this question as she looked past Harry and saw Malfoy entering the Great Hall. She looked back at Ron.
"Yes, I do. I very well plan to. In fact, don't depend on me for homework any more." Harry raised his eyebrow.
"Hey, speaking of homework, where were you last night around 9:00?" Ron asked. "Me and Harry were looking for you. We wanted the answers to the potions quiz." Hermione remembered snogging Malfoy and then him saying he had a reputation to keep.
"I was in the prefect's bathroom taking a bath."
"Oh. Have you noticed Malfoy hasn't said anything wrong this whole year?" Harry said. "I mean, usually he would say we were fucking lunatics."
"Harry, you metal-case, he hasn't gotten started with us yet. First he wants to get going with the first years to show him he's part of Voldie's gang. It's all in the way of his fate." Hermione told them. She picked up her books and what not and stood up.
"I'm going to class early. Maybe I can actually get a good seat where I don't have to sit next to Malfoy." Hermione said. She walked out of the hall feeling like a little liar and a slut.
She walked to divination alone. She thought about Malfoy. She wanted him badly now. She wanted him so bad it was hard to think how much she wanted him. Hermione's face began to get hot. Thinking of him these days made her get very nervous, which made her want to throw up sometimes. Hermione couldn't think straight.
Then . . . WHAM! Hermione fell to the ground, hitting her head on the ground hard. "Ow," Hermione said to herself, or so she thought so. She rubbed the back of her head, her eyes still closed. She felt a hand grab her other hand. Hermione opened her eyes to see Malfoy and the other Slytherins around her.
Shit, fuck, fuck, fuck, Hermione thought. She had bumped into Malfoy and his group of friends.
"Looks like the mudblood needs some help, you guys. Maybe we should help her." The word "mudblood" didn't hurt her so much now. He pulled her half way up and then let go. "Or maybe we shouldn't. She is after all the ugliest person alive. Muggle, I should say." Hermione narrowed her eyes upon him.
"Shut the fuck up, Malfoy." Hermione hissed. Pansy gasped. "Why don't you go shit yourself and then go fuck with the Pansy." Crabbe and Goyle pointed their wands at her with all the other Slytherins.
"Get away from her!" A voice yelled. Harry's in particular. Hermione turned her head to see Neville, Ron, Harry, Ginny, Luna Lovegood, and a bunch of other Gryffindors pointing their wands at the pack of Slytherins. Pretty soon green sparks from each end would be flying every where.
Hermione rolled her eyes, grabbed her stuff and, feeling like an army soldier, crawled on the floor out of the battler between the houses. Hermione ran the rest of the way to Divination until she saw Malfoy leaning next to the door . . . alone.
She walked up slowly with a small grin on her face, with that stupid little twinkle in her eyes.
His hands were in his pockets, his hair once again framed his face nicely and he also had that gay twinkle in his eyes.
"That really sucked when I couldn't get out of there, you know. I thought I was gonna die."
"Good, nobody needs a Granger in the school anyway."
"Well nobody wants a Malfoy in the school. Nobody needs to be tormented." Hermione said seriously.
"Why do always have to get so shitty when you're mad? It's not like I love Pansy or anything."
"So, it's not like I'm the ugliest person on the face of the earth."
"You may not be, but you still get on my nerves with your perfections."
"I don't want to be perfect anymore."
"So you wanna be a slut?"
"I never said that. I was just saying that-"
"Well you don't wanna be daddy's little girl anymore do you? Why not be a slut. Or my bitch?"
"I'd have to be in Slytherin to apply for those jobs."
"True, that is very true. Anyway, act like were fighting, I see Pansy coming with messed hair."