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Soccergirl2044~ Thank you so much for reviewing and telling me about the spacing. I wasn't aware that the way I had it originally laid out might be a bit confusing. I hope this helps in making it less so. And I'm glad you like the story. With luck, I might be able to produce more chapters that aren't entirely trash, lol.
SaDiStIc-FrEaK1~ Thanks for reviewing. I'm happy you like the story, and please continue to read and review it. By the way I absolutely love your pen name.
Apollonia2~Thank you very much for reviewing. Thanks for you're comment on the story as well. I am a big fan of Draco, Hermoine and Harry triangles also, though I started out as a Draco / Hermoine shipper. I just think it gets more interesting when you throw a third person into the mix, especially with a character like Harry. It makes things more fun to write, and I hope, more enjoyable to read.
Nami1~I'm happy that you like the story, and am very pleased to hear it's making you curious. That was one of the things I have been aiming for, and was hoping I was able to evoke in my readers. Thanks very much for reviewing and I hope you enjoy the rest of the story. Please continue to read and review.
*Draco's Point of View*
God, Pansy could talk. Did her incessant chattering ever cease? It might not have been so awful if the topic of conversation was interesting, but really, who honestly cared about whether or not plaid was in this season? He sure as hell didn't. Still, her family was wealthy and played a dominant role in wizarding society, so it wouldn't do to push her aside. That and his father would throw a fit if he learned that Draco had begun to anything less than patronize a Parkinson, and he'd be damned if he gave his father yet another reason to torture him. Besides, he'd become quite good at tuning her out. Maybe if he just nodded his head and occasionally grunted an agreement, she wouldn't be any the wiser. Stifling a yawn, he let his attention freely wander around the Great Hall to the Gryffindor table, taking note of Potter, Weasley and Granger's absence. Sure, Weasley was always late to breakfast, but usually Potter and Granger could be counted on to make a punctual appearance. Gryffindors must have a thing for punctuality he thought before a hand connected with the side of his head.
'Ouch. What the hell was that for?' he hissed at Pansy shooting her an evil glare and massaging the injury with his fingers.
'For not paying attention to me,' she whined in return. 'I asked you a question.' She was really starting to try his patience.
'Well, get on with it. I'm listening now.' He wasn't going to allow her to smack him again. 'I wouldn't be surprised if that left a mark on my face,' he thought sourly. He could hear the mocking voices of the Slytherins now, symboling the hand imprint on his high cheekbone to be the result of a lover's quarrel with Pansy, and the thought made him shudder.
I asked if you'd seen Granger lately. She's changed so much over the holiday. Not that she looks any better, mind you, but I was just saying to Blaise the other day...' Pansy's voice faded out again as thoughts of Hermoine Granger began to form in his mind.
For once Pansy had been right; she had changed over the summer. But, unlike Pansy, he thought Hermoine looked loads better. She'd somehow managed to tame that once wild hair of hers, and it fell in curls down her back. She also had discovered makeup, though she didn't use much, and the lip-gloss she always seemed to wear drew his attention to what looked to be normal sized teeth. She'd filled in, and had received some tantalizing curves, or at least allowed them to be somewhat displayed in public. As much as it pained him to admit it, the little mudblood was stunning. But no matter the looks, she was still the same Granger. She had proven that when he had run into her at Diagon Alley the week before school started up again.
*FLASHBACK*
It was in the Quality Qudditch Supplies store. He hadn't really noticed her at first, because she was trailing behind Potter and Weasley like some sort of a shadow. When he did manage to spot her hovering around behind them, the sight made him look twice. What did Potter and Weasley have a pretty girl following them for? Some crazed stalker of the boy who lived, no doubt. But he still couldn't see why anyone would desire to stalk old Scar Head when he, Draco Malfoy, was around. He was ten times better looking then Potter anyway. All that nonsense about him surviving the Dark Lord, when it was only because he hadn't managed to be killed properly.
He shot another glance at the girl thinking there was something oddly familiar about her. If he didn't know any better he'd say she reminded him of someone he knew, but couldn't place.
'Holy Shit!' he cursed recognizing the girl at last. His mother gave him a stern look. 'It's Granger,' he muttered under his breath. But no, it couldn't be. Since when did Granger look so...well...for lack of better word, hot? This wasn't the Granger he had been used to. What would his father say if he knew that Draco had been attracted to a half muggle? And did he even care anymore what his father thought?
'Draco, darling, you know that I don't approve of foul language.' Oh, sure, because God forbid servants of the Dark Lord should cuss in public. That would tip off the ministry right away, that would. Someone could fire the dark mark at the World Quidditch Cup and practically get away with it, but to say 'Shit' in public would get you immediately sent to Azkaban for life. A known fact, of course, but he couldn't say that to his mother.
'Sorry, mum,' he said turning his gaze back to Hermoine. Damn, she looked good.
'I'm heading over to have tea with Mrs. Bulstrode. Think you can manage without me for awhile?' Draco looked Mrs. Bulstrode over. So this was Millicent's mother. He never need wonder where she got her looks from. Her mother didn't seem to be much of a pixie, herself either. He turned back to Hermoine.
'Yes, mum.' But her hair wasn't busy. What happened to her hair?
'I'll meet you at Florish and Blotts in about an hour. Don't forget to get everything you need for school.'
'I won't, mum.' He didn't remember her having those curves, and he certainly didn't remember her wearing clothing that made them noticeable like that. If he didn't control himself, he might just start drooling, and what a sight that would be.
'And go to get new school robes. You've grown almost two inches this summer, so your old ones will be too short.' Damn it all, would that woman ever leave?
'I'll go, mum.' And were her teeth always that straight and perfect?
'You've grown up so much,' his mother sighed before turning and leaving to join the other woman who had been patiently waiting a few feet away. Draco tore his gaze away from Hermoine to watch his mother walk off.
'Mothers,' he huffed rolling his eyes, though he still liked how she fussed over him. It wasn't like his father ever took much notice of little things like his growth. And Pansy? Well she fussed too much for her own good. But at least she was a pure blood. Granger was a mudblood, and...bloody hell, he was attracted to her. How could this have happened? It wasn't as if anything would come of this. They still shared a mutual hatred, and she would have nothing to do with him. Still the thought made him even more attracted to her. He was Draco Malfoy, and he could have any woman he wished. Except for Hermoine Granger that is. Oh, but he'd could fix that. After all, he had inherited his stunning good looks from his father, the only good trait Lucius was capable of passing on, and no girl could resist those after all. Not even one the likes of Hermoine Granger.
He allowed his gaze to wander back to Hermoine, and was shocked to find her eyeing him as well. He smirked, making her cheeks turn a brilliant shade of pink, and strode on over towards her. He could have some fun with Potter and Weasley and get a closer look at Granger as well. Wait, where did Potter and Weasley go? They must have slipped off when he wasn't looking. Oh well, it would just be him and Granger then, what a pity. He inwardly chuckled.
'Malfoy,' Hermoine said looking nervously around for her two friends when he stopped in front of her. He smirked down at her imagining how intimidating he must look hovering almost a whole head over her. 'What do you want Malfoy?' She glared up at him suspiciously. He let his eyes obviously travel down her body and back up again, his smirk widening.
'Where'd the dynamic duo get off to?' He wanted to make sure that he had an insult ready in case they suddenly showed up by her side.
'Looking at polish for Harry's broomstick, but they'll be back at any moment.'
'Afraid of me, Granger? Need your bodyguards to protect you? And I thought you could take care of yourself.'
'I can,' she responded quickly. 'You just better watch yourself, because I spent the entire holiday reading up on advanced hexes. If you're not careful I'll have you dancing around for hours. Malfoy the dancing ferret, and I'd even be generous enough to give you five percent of the admission fee.' He sneered as she smiled up at him triumphantly.
'That's not advanced, Granger. Flitwick taught the Slytherins that particular charm in our fifth year. It might be advanced for a Gryffindor though, as I know you tend to fall a bit behind the other houses when it comes to lessons.'
'If anyone falls behind, it's the Slytherins, and I'll still find a way to make you pay if you try anything.'
'Might I make several requests? I can think of a few things I'd just love you doing to me.' Draco smirked and arched his eyebrows, causing Hermoine to blush beet red.
'That...that wasn't what I was suggesting, and you know it, Malfoy. As if I'd want to do anything of that nature to you.' Draco spotted Crabbe and Goyle stumble into the store during her last words, and he began to back away slowly towards them.
'Your face would suggest otherwise, but don't worry, Granger. I promise you'll enjoy it, and it won't hurt too much.'
*FLASHBACK ENDS*
Looking up, Draco saw that Granger and Potter had finally managed to grace the rest of the school with their presence, and seemed to be having a rather heated argument. He smirked remembering he had double potions today, his favorite class with the Gryffindors, and turned his attention back to Pansy. This day was looking better every minute.
(A/N: I wish to apologize for the cheesy way I handled the flashback scene. Please don't hold it against me, as I wasn't very sure how to deal with writing it. I'm terribly sorry about it.)
Soccergirl2044~ Thank you so much for reviewing and telling me about the spacing. I wasn't aware that the way I had it originally laid out might be a bit confusing. I hope this helps in making it less so. And I'm glad you like the story. With luck, I might be able to produce more chapters that aren't entirely trash, lol.
SaDiStIc-FrEaK1~ Thanks for reviewing. I'm happy you like the story, and please continue to read and review it. By the way I absolutely love your pen name.
Apollonia2~Thank you very much for reviewing. Thanks for you're comment on the story as well. I am a big fan of Draco, Hermoine and Harry triangles also, though I started out as a Draco / Hermoine shipper. I just think it gets more interesting when you throw a third person into the mix, especially with a character like Harry. It makes things more fun to write, and I hope, more enjoyable to read.
Nami1~I'm happy that you like the story, and am very pleased to hear it's making you curious. That was one of the things I have been aiming for, and was hoping I was able to evoke in my readers. Thanks very much for reviewing and I hope you enjoy the rest of the story. Please continue to read and review.
*Draco's Point of View*
God, Pansy could talk. Did her incessant chattering ever cease? It might not have been so awful if the topic of conversation was interesting, but really, who honestly cared about whether or not plaid was in this season? He sure as hell didn't. Still, her family was wealthy and played a dominant role in wizarding society, so it wouldn't do to push her aside. That and his father would throw a fit if he learned that Draco had begun to anything less than patronize a Parkinson, and he'd be damned if he gave his father yet another reason to torture him. Besides, he'd become quite good at tuning her out. Maybe if he just nodded his head and occasionally grunted an agreement, she wouldn't be any the wiser. Stifling a yawn, he let his attention freely wander around the Great Hall to the Gryffindor table, taking note of Potter, Weasley and Granger's absence. Sure, Weasley was always late to breakfast, but usually Potter and Granger could be counted on to make a punctual appearance. Gryffindors must have a thing for punctuality he thought before a hand connected with the side of his head.
'Ouch. What the hell was that for?' he hissed at Pansy shooting her an evil glare and massaging the injury with his fingers.
'For not paying attention to me,' she whined in return. 'I asked you a question.' She was really starting to try his patience.
'Well, get on with it. I'm listening now.' He wasn't going to allow her to smack him again. 'I wouldn't be surprised if that left a mark on my face,' he thought sourly. He could hear the mocking voices of the Slytherins now, symboling the hand imprint on his high cheekbone to be the result of a lover's quarrel with Pansy, and the thought made him shudder.
I asked if you'd seen Granger lately. She's changed so much over the holiday. Not that she looks any better, mind you, but I was just saying to Blaise the other day...' Pansy's voice faded out again as thoughts of Hermoine Granger began to form in his mind.
For once Pansy had been right; she had changed over the summer. But, unlike Pansy, he thought Hermoine looked loads better. She'd somehow managed to tame that once wild hair of hers, and it fell in curls down her back. She also had discovered makeup, though she didn't use much, and the lip-gloss she always seemed to wear drew his attention to what looked to be normal sized teeth. She'd filled in, and had received some tantalizing curves, or at least allowed them to be somewhat displayed in public. As much as it pained him to admit it, the little mudblood was stunning. But no matter the looks, she was still the same Granger. She had proven that when he had run into her at Diagon Alley the week before school started up again.
*FLASHBACK*
It was in the Quality Qudditch Supplies store. He hadn't really noticed her at first, because she was trailing behind Potter and Weasley like some sort of a shadow. When he did manage to spot her hovering around behind them, the sight made him look twice. What did Potter and Weasley have a pretty girl following them for? Some crazed stalker of the boy who lived, no doubt. But he still couldn't see why anyone would desire to stalk old Scar Head when he, Draco Malfoy, was around. He was ten times better looking then Potter anyway. All that nonsense about him surviving the Dark Lord, when it was only because he hadn't managed to be killed properly.
He shot another glance at the girl thinking there was something oddly familiar about her. If he didn't know any better he'd say she reminded him of someone he knew, but couldn't place.
'Holy Shit!' he cursed recognizing the girl at last. His mother gave him a stern look. 'It's Granger,' he muttered under his breath. But no, it couldn't be. Since when did Granger look so...well...for lack of better word, hot? This wasn't the Granger he had been used to. What would his father say if he knew that Draco had been attracted to a half muggle? And did he even care anymore what his father thought?
'Draco, darling, you know that I don't approve of foul language.' Oh, sure, because God forbid servants of the Dark Lord should cuss in public. That would tip off the ministry right away, that would. Someone could fire the dark mark at the World Quidditch Cup and practically get away with it, but to say 'Shit' in public would get you immediately sent to Azkaban for life. A known fact, of course, but he couldn't say that to his mother.
'Sorry, mum,' he said turning his gaze back to Hermoine. Damn, she looked good.
'I'm heading over to have tea with Mrs. Bulstrode. Think you can manage without me for awhile?' Draco looked Mrs. Bulstrode over. So this was Millicent's mother. He never need wonder where she got her looks from. Her mother didn't seem to be much of a pixie, herself either. He turned back to Hermoine.
'Yes, mum.' But her hair wasn't busy. What happened to her hair?
'I'll meet you at Florish and Blotts in about an hour. Don't forget to get everything you need for school.'
'I won't, mum.' He didn't remember her having those curves, and he certainly didn't remember her wearing clothing that made them noticeable like that. If he didn't control himself, he might just start drooling, and what a sight that would be.
'And go to get new school robes. You've grown almost two inches this summer, so your old ones will be too short.' Damn it all, would that woman ever leave?
'I'll go, mum.' And were her teeth always that straight and perfect?
'You've grown up so much,' his mother sighed before turning and leaving to join the other woman who had been patiently waiting a few feet away. Draco tore his gaze away from Hermoine to watch his mother walk off.
'Mothers,' he huffed rolling his eyes, though he still liked how she fussed over him. It wasn't like his father ever took much notice of little things like his growth. And Pansy? Well she fussed too much for her own good. But at least she was a pure blood. Granger was a mudblood, and...bloody hell, he was attracted to her. How could this have happened? It wasn't as if anything would come of this. They still shared a mutual hatred, and she would have nothing to do with him. Still the thought made him even more attracted to her. He was Draco Malfoy, and he could have any woman he wished. Except for Hermoine Granger that is. Oh, but he'd could fix that. After all, he had inherited his stunning good looks from his father, the only good trait Lucius was capable of passing on, and no girl could resist those after all. Not even one the likes of Hermoine Granger.
He allowed his gaze to wander back to Hermoine, and was shocked to find her eyeing him as well. He smirked, making her cheeks turn a brilliant shade of pink, and strode on over towards her. He could have some fun with Potter and Weasley and get a closer look at Granger as well. Wait, where did Potter and Weasley go? They must have slipped off when he wasn't looking. Oh well, it would just be him and Granger then, what a pity. He inwardly chuckled.
'Malfoy,' Hermoine said looking nervously around for her two friends when he stopped in front of her. He smirked down at her imagining how intimidating he must look hovering almost a whole head over her. 'What do you want Malfoy?' She glared up at him suspiciously. He let his eyes obviously travel down her body and back up again, his smirk widening.
'Where'd the dynamic duo get off to?' He wanted to make sure that he had an insult ready in case they suddenly showed up by her side.
'Looking at polish for Harry's broomstick, but they'll be back at any moment.'
'Afraid of me, Granger? Need your bodyguards to protect you? And I thought you could take care of yourself.'
'I can,' she responded quickly. 'You just better watch yourself, because I spent the entire holiday reading up on advanced hexes. If you're not careful I'll have you dancing around for hours. Malfoy the dancing ferret, and I'd even be generous enough to give you five percent of the admission fee.' He sneered as she smiled up at him triumphantly.
'That's not advanced, Granger. Flitwick taught the Slytherins that particular charm in our fifth year. It might be advanced for a Gryffindor though, as I know you tend to fall a bit behind the other houses when it comes to lessons.'
'If anyone falls behind, it's the Slytherins, and I'll still find a way to make you pay if you try anything.'
'Might I make several requests? I can think of a few things I'd just love you doing to me.' Draco smirked and arched his eyebrows, causing Hermoine to blush beet red.
'That...that wasn't what I was suggesting, and you know it, Malfoy. As if I'd want to do anything of that nature to you.' Draco spotted Crabbe and Goyle stumble into the store during her last words, and he began to back away slowly towards them.
'Your face would suggest otherwise, but don't worry, Granger. I promise you'll enjoy it, and it won't hurt too much.'
*FLASHBACK ENDS*
Looking up, Draco saw that Granger and Potter had finally managed to grace the rest of the school with their presence, and seemed to be having a rather heated argument. He smirked remembering he had double potions today, his favorite class with the Gryffindors, and turned his attention back to Pansy. This day was looking better every minute.
(A/N: I wish to apologize for the cheesy way I handled the flashback scene. Please don't hold it against me, as I wasn't very sure how to deal with writing it. I'm terribly sorry about it.)