Hey guys - this will be a small author's note and then onto the chapter. I'm sorry for taking so long, again, to update. Things have just been hectic and I will not take this long to update again. Also, I think I'm gonna update every 10 or more reviews ... because I don't want to have a small amount and stuff. I'm sorry if that seems shallow, but yeah. Thank you to all of my reviewers so far. You guys don't know how much you mean to me! :) Ok so I guess this author's note wasn't so short, Lol.
Oh yeah, and I'm going to start this chapter out in Draco's point of view, I'll be switching between the two of them every so often, but mostly this story will mostly stay in Hermione's POV. I think it'll be obvious when they switch POV's. Later :)
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Draco woke up in his room and looked around once again. What he saw made him smile again, even if he had all ready slept in the room. The walls were, of course, green and the boarder was of a silver serpent joining with another green serpent. They just slithered around the room, and were really quite fascinating to watch.
He had two arm chairs, like he supposed Granger did, of silver and green. The desk was fairly large with the Slytherin logo imprinted in the middle. There were portraits of Salazar Slytherin in this room, and, surprisingly, one of those included Godric Gryffindor sitting at a table looking very deep in conversation.
His favorite thing in this entire room, though, was the bed. Come on, what 17 year old would not enjoy having a large bed with curtains to have even more privacy? He loved the feel of velvet, so the curtains were approved of in his case. He didn't think he would feel the need to ever shut them, though, but he still loved having them. And the bed itself was to die for. He hadn't gotten such a great night's sleep in years, before he came to Hogwarts.
He looked at the time, 7:30. He had classes at 9:00 so he decided to get up and take a shower while he still had the chance.
He walked over to the door leading to the bathroom, right next to the painting of Salazar Slytherin and Godric Gryffindor. He turned to his right and saw that the chest was right next to his door. He went to the drawer labeled D. Malfoy and took out the necessary soaps for his shower. He walked over to Granger's door and locked it, wouldn't want her to walk in when he was in the shower.
He put on the steaming hot water and let it flow over him. He wished he had time to take a nice relaxing bath, but he thought he would stay in forever if he did go in now, and that just wouldn't do on the first day of lessons.
He got out and walked over to the mirror. He combed his hair, now about the length it had been since third year. It about hung to his ears, and he had to admit, he looked good. He thought a little further.
'Hmm. Ever since I started working out I've noticed a lot of girls looking at me,' he thought, and looked in the mirror. He had a nice chiseled chest, and he had worked very hard over the summer after fifth year to get a six pack. His skin had also gotten some color, surprisingly he did not work for that. His father was shocked when he came back from Rome with his mother. He had grown about three inches during the previous summer. Some would say he was too tall, but he knew that to be 6'3 was just about the perfect height. He was glad he wasn't quite as lanky as the Weasel, he would have to cut his legs off from embarrassment. 'I wish that the girls who didn't sleep around paid more attention to me. It would be a lot more difficult for me to get them if they didn't just like me for my looks,' he thought. 'But then again, most of the intelligent girls wouldn't want me because they'd think I was just in it for the sex. Oh well. Their loss.'
He walked over to Granger's door, considered leaving it locked, but eventually unlocked it and walked over to his room to get dressed for the day.
All he was wearing was a towel, so he went over to look in the full-length mirror attached to the wardrobe. His chest needed a little work, in his opinion, but it would do for now. He just couldn't wait for Quidditch to start again, so he could have a reason to start working out again without looking too into himself. But he was Draco Malfoy, did he really care what other people thought? Nah.
He chose his newest set of robes, a little tighter in the chest area as to allow more ladies to drool over him. The serpent was charmed to slither around, you didn't find that on many school robes. In fact, he was the first to ever think about it, or want it, in many years. He put on his new shoes, imported from Italy, on over his regular black socks, and walked out of the room to eat breakfast.
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Hermione woke up at 7:45. She decided that she had time, and figured she could wait a little longer to get out of this miracle bed. And anyway, she heard the shower running, so she really didn't have a choice.
She walked around her room, waiting for the water to turn off, he took really long showers. She decided to walk around the common room and get some coffee from the mini-kitchen.
She really loved to drink coffee in the morning, the fresh brewed, French vanilla goodness of it just made her feel alive. When she was done with her coffee, she washed the cup and walked back down the hallway. It was now 7:53, and she didn't hear the shower running, so she walked into the room.
At first she thought the room was empty, but she looked over at the sink area, and saw Draco Malfoy looking in the mirror, seemingly deep in thought. She took this opportunity to see what all of the girls were drooling over.
His chest was ... delicious. He wasn't pale at all, surprisingly, and he had a very defined six pack. Hermione always had a thing for built men, and she had to admit that this was a sight for sore eyes. She couldn't believe the boy - no, man - in front of her was actually Draco Malfoy. He was just plain hot. And his hair really did look very good wet, and the fact that he was just in a towel made Hermione quite happy.
She decided that she was done watching him, and if she did any longer she would most likely get caught. She walked back to her room through the hallway and went to the door to the bathroom from her room. It was locked. 'Just as well, wouldn't want me walking in on him doing that,' she thought, with a smirk. She heard the door unlock and nearly jumped. She hoped he hadn't noticed her looking. She waited a minute and then went into the bathroom, so not to meet up with Mr. Malfoy once again.
Walking to the chest in the bathroom, she thought that she should not have been having those thoughts. That was Draco Malfoy. He was the scum of the Earth, and she should have nothing to do with him. His personality was terrible, but he sure had a hot body.
When she opened the drawer she took out the necessary things - shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and a razor. When she stepped into the shower, letting the water flow over her body, all she could think was 'I'm so glad to be back.'
Once she was out of the shower, she walked over to get a towel and dried herself off. She didn't have time to manually dry her hair, so she used a small charm to dry and straighten her hair. Ever since she had been of age she had been trying everything on her hair to make it stay down. She loved being a Witch.
She opened the drawer, put her shower things back in, and took out her make-up for the day. She selected black eyeliner - that was the only shade of eye liner she ever used, unless she felt like a bright color - and some eye shadow of a deep crimson. When she was done with her make-up, she evaluated herself in the mirror.
Her hair looked like it had been worked on too much. She decided that she wanted to go for the 'I just woke up but am still looking good' look, and messed up her hair just the smallest amount. Her eyes were looking good, she mused. Of all things on her body her eyes were perhaps her favorite.
She went back into her room and chose one of her older uniforms. It didn't look old, but was short and tight, and that's how she liked it. She put on her favorite anklet and her shoes and socks. When she looked in the mirror, she decided that she was ready for the first day back at school. She just wondered what everyone else would think. Looking at the clock, she saw that it was 8:15, time for breakfast. She grabbed her books and walked out through the portrait.
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Draco walked into the Great Hall and looked over at the Slytherin table. He saw Crabbe and Goyle sitting at the end, looking around at the rest of the Slytherins. Ever since the war, Slytherin had split in half. Some of the families in this House truly were on the Dark side, but the children did not want to follow in their parent's footsteps. So when the war rolled around, and people's real loyalties were shown, the students from Slytherin were divided between those who truly did want to be on the Dark side and those who didn't want to go just because their fathers or mothers were Dark wizards.
Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle and many more chose the latter. Draco had been told all his life that on his seventeenth birthday, when he became of age, he would receive the Dark Mark just like his father. Well, Draco did not want to receive the Dark Mark, so when the time came, he went to Dumbledore.
Professor Dumbledore accepted him and his friends immediately. He set up a home for them, knowing that once they betrayed their parents they could not go back home. Draco's mother was with him, but could not show herself to Lucius. She helped pay for the house, little by little, and said that she had spent the money on repairing their own manor. She said that she was fixing up a surprise for him in the basement, but not to go down. He trusted Narcissa and did not. What he didn't know that Narcissa planned on moving out to the Safe House with all of the teenagers, and was just setting it up. She also invited a lot of wives of Dark Wizards to come and join, but only the ones she could trust. Draco was glad she and Dumbledore had set this up, or a lot of people would be abandoned and disowned. Draco already was disowned, but at least now he had a place to stay.
But that was beside the point. Crabbe and Goyle were sitting with the half of Slytherin that had fought on the Light side of the war during sixth year. There were a few of the people on the Dark side there, too, as they had not fought, but still stayed true to their families. Blaise Zabini (A/N: I'm making Blaise a guy in this fic, he'll play an important role) did not choose to stay with the Dark, mainly because Draco was his best friend and was brave enough to stand up to Lucius, so Blaise stood up to his father because of Draco's strength. Blaise was Draco's roommate in the Safe House, and he was the one Draco confided in when times were down. Draco trusted no one more than he trusted Blaise.
Draco walked over to where Crabbe, Goyle and Blaise were sitting. "Hey guys," he said.
"Draco, there you are. I've been looking for you all morning. What took you so long to get here?" Blaise questioned.
"I woke up a little late and then took a shower. Why?" Draco asked.
"Because we have things to discuss," Blaise said, a significant look at Crabbe and Goyle. "I had begun to think you were doing something with Ms. Granger girl over there," he looked toward the door. Granger had just walked in.
Draco looked her up and down. He couldn't even believe that what he was looking at was the same Granger he had been teasing since first year. Why hadn't he seen this before? He lived in the same dorm as her, for Merlin's sake.
She looked like she had lost the baby fat in her face, which was a very good thing. She was wearing a tight robe today, so Draco could see that she was no where near overweight, but never had been. Draco's eyes wandered down to her legs, she had definitely grown taller and her legs longer. They were long, thin and tanned. Draco had a thing for girls with great legs, and this girl definitely had great legs. When she walked past him, Draco just had to look at her ass. 'Very nice, Granger' he thought with a grin. She looked up at him, and he raised his eyes to hers. 'Wow. Those eyes...' he thought. He knew that she noticed him checking her out, which is why it surprised him when she just winked and sat down. Draco looked back over to Blaise, who had a smirk planted firmly on his face.
"She may be a Mudblood, but damn," he said, with a laugh and another look at Granger.
"You're exactly right. She is a Mudblood, which is why we are not talking about her any longer," Draco said, finishing off his food and exiting the room, Blaise, Crabbe and Goyle at his heels. He couldn't wait to get back to his common room.
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I'm so sorry! This chapter is SO short, I know, but my next chapter will be coming much quicker than this one. Please Review! Thanks :)
Sara - SkyTheUpLight -
Oh yeah, and I'm going to start this chapter out in Draco's point of view, I'll be switching between the two of them every so often, but mostly this story will mostly stay in Hermione's POV. I think it'll be obvious when they switch POV's. Later :)
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Draco woke up in his room and looked around once again. What he saw made him smile again, even if he had all ready slept in the room. The walls were, of course, green and the boarder was of a silver serpent joining with another green serpent. They just slithered around the room, and were really quite fascinating to watch.
He had two arm chairs, like he supposed Granger did, of silver and green. The desk was fairly large with the Slytherin logo imprinted in the middle. There were portraits of Salazar Slytherin in this room, and, surprisingly, one of those included Godric Gryffindor sitting at a table looking very deep in conversation.
His favorite thing in this entire room, though, was the bed. Come on, what 17 year old would not enjoy having a large bed with curtains to have even more privacy? He loved the feel of velvet, so the curtains were approved of in his case. He didn't think he would feel the need to ever shut them, though, but he still loved having them. And the bed itself was to die for. He hadn't gotten such a great night's sleep in years, before he came to Hogwarts.
He looked at the time, 7:30. He had classes at 9:00 so he decided to get up and take a shower while he still had the chance.
He walked over to the door leading to the bathroom, right next to the painting of Salazar Slytherin and Godric Gryffindor. He turned to his right and saw that the chest was right next to his door. He went to the drawer labeled D. Malfoy and took out the necessary soaps for his shower. He walked over to Granger's door and locked it, wouldn't want her to walk in when he was in the shower.
He put on the steaming hot water and let it flow over him. He wished he had time to take a nice relaxing bath, but he thought he would stay in forever if he did go in now, and that just wouldn't do on the first day of lessons.
He got out and walked over to the mirror. He combed his hair, now about the length it had been since third year. It about hung to his ears, and he had to admit, he looked good. He thought a little further.
'Hmm. Ever since I started working out I've noticed a lot of girls looking at me,' he thought, and looked in the mirror. He had a nice chiseled chest, and he had worked very hard over the summer after fifth year to get a six pack. His skin had also gotten some color, surprisingly he did not work for that. His father was shocked when he came back from Rome with his mother. He had grown about three inches during the previous summer. Some would say he was too tall, but he knew that to be 6'3 was just about the perfect height. He was glad he wasn't quite as lanky as the Weasel, he would have to cut his legs off from embarrassment. 'I wish that the girls who didn't sleep around paid more attention to me. It would be a lot more difficult for me to get them if they didn't just like me for my looks,' he thought. 'But then again, most of the intelligent girls wouldn't want me because they'd think I was just in it for the sex. Oh well. Their loss.'
He walked over to Granger's door, considered leaving it locked, but eventually unlocked it and walked over to his room to get dressed for the day.
All he was wearing was a towel, so he went over to look in the full-length mirror attached to the wardrobe. His chest needed a little work, in his opinion, but it would do for now. He just couldn't wait for Quidditch to start again, so he could have a reason to start working out again without looking too into himself. But he was Draco Malfoy, did he really care what other people thought? Nah.
He chose his newest set of robes, a little tighter in the chest area as to allow more ladies to drool over him. The serpent was charmed to slither around, you didn't find that on many school robes. In fact, he was the first to ever think about it, or want it, in many years. He put on his new shoes, imported from Italy, on over his regular black socks, and walked out of the room to eat breakfast.
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Hermione woke up at 7:45. She decided that she had time, and figured she could wait a little longer to get out of this miracle bed. And anyway, she heard the shower running, so she really didn't have a choice.
She walked around her room, waiting for the water to turn off, he took really long showers. She decided to walk around the common room and get some coffee from the mini-kitchen.
She really loved to drink coffee in the morning, the fresh brewed, French vanilla goodness of it just made her feel alive. When she was done with her coffee, she washed the cup and walked back down the hallway. It was now 7:53, and she didn't hear the shower running, so she walked into the room.
At first she thought the room was empty, but she looked over at the sink area, and saw Draco Malfoy looking in the mirror, seemingly deep in thought. She took this opportunity to see what all of the girls were drooling over.
His chest was ... delicious. He wasn't pale at all, surprisingly, and he had a very defined six pack. Hermione always had a thing for built men, and she had to admit that this was a sight for sore eyes. She couldn't believe the boy - no, man - in front of her was actually Draco Malfoy. He was just plain hot. And his hair really did look very good wet, and the fact that he was just in a towel made Hermione quite happy.
She decided that she was done watching him, and if she did any longer she would most likely get caught. She walked back to her room through the hallway and went to the door to the bathroom from her room. It was locked. 'Just as well, wouldn't want me walking in on him doing that,' she thought, with a smirk. She heard the door unlock and nearly jumped. She hoped he hadn't noticed her looking. She waited a minute and then went into the bathroom, so not to meet up with Mr. Malfoy once again.
Walking to the chest in the bathroom, she thought that she should not have been having those thoughts. That was Draco Malfoy. He was the scum of the Earth, and she should have nothing to do with him. His personality was terrible, but he sure had a hot body.
When she opened the drawer she took out the necessary things - shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and a razor. When she stepped into the shower, letting the water flow over her body, all she could think was 'I'm so glad to be back.'
Once she was out of the shower, she walked over to get a towel and dried herself off. She didn't have time to manually dry her hair, so she used a small charm to dry and straighten her hair. Ever since she had been of age she had been trying everything on her hair to make it stay down. She loved being a Witch.
She opened the drawer, put her shower things back in, and took out her make-up for the day. She selected black eyeliner - that was the only shade of eye liner she ever used, unless she felt like a bright color - and some eye shadow of a deep crimson. When she was done with her make-up, she evaluated herself in the mirror.
Her hair looked like it had been worked on too much. She decided that she wanted to go for the 'I just woke up but am still looking good' look, and messed up her hair just the smallest amount. Her eyes were looking good, she mused. Of all things on her body her eyes were perhaps her favorite.
She went back into her room and chose one of her older uniforms. It didn't look old, but was short and tight, and that's how she liked it. She put on her favorite anklet and her shoes and socks. When she looked in the mirror, she decided that she was ready for the first day back at school. She just wondered what everyone else would think. Looking at the clock, she saw that it was 8:15, time for breakfast. She grabbed her books and walked out through the portrait.
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Draco walked into the Great Hall and looked over at the Slytherin table. He saw Crabbe and Goyle sitting at the end, looking around at the rest of the Slytherins. Ever since the war, Slytherin had split in half. Some of the families in this House truly were on the Dark side, but the children did not want to follow in their parent's footsteps. So when the war rolled around, and people's real loyalties were shown, the students from Slytherin were divided between those who truly did want to be on the Dark side and those who didn't want to go just because their fathers or mothers were Dark wizards.
Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle and many more chose the latter. Draco had been told all his life that on his seventeenth birthday, when he became of age, he would receive the Dark Mark just like his father. Well, Draco did not want to receive the Dark Mark, so when the time came, he went to Dumbledore.
Professor Dumbledore accepted him and his friends immediately. He set up a home for them, knowing that once they betrayed their parents they could not go back home. Draco's mother was with him, but could not show herself to Lucius. She helped pay for the house, little by little, and said that she had spent the money on repairing their own manor. She said that she was fixing up a surprise for him in the basement, but not to go down. He trusted Narcissa and did not. What he didn't know that Narcissa planned on moving out to the Safe House with all of the teenagers, and was just setting it up. She also invited a lot of wives of Dark Wizards to come and join, but only the ones she could trust. Draco was glad she and Dumbledore had set this up, or a lot of people would be abandoned and disowned. Draco already was disowned, but at least now he had a place to stay.
But that was beside the point. Crabbe and Goyle were sitting with the half of Slytherin that had fought on the Light side of the war during sixth year. There were a few of the people on the Dark side there, too, as they had not fought, but still stayed true to their families. Blaise Zabini (A/N: I'm making Blaise a guy in this fic, he'll play an important role) did not choose to stay with the Dark, mainly because Draco was his best friend and was brave enough to stand up to Lucius, so Blaise stood up to his father because of Draco's strength. Blaise was Draco's roommate in the Safe House, and he was the one Draco confided in when times were down. Draco trusted no one more than he trusted Blaise.
Draco walked over to where Crabbe, Goyle and Blaise were sitting. "Hey guys," he said.
"Draco, there you are. I've been looking for you all morning. What took you so long to get here?" Blaise questioned.
"I woke up a little late and then took a shower. Why?" Draco asked.
"Because we have things to discuss," Blaise said, a significant look at Crabbe and Goyle. "I had begun to think you were doing something with Ms. Granger girl over there," he looked toward the door. Granger had just walked in.
Draco looked her up and down. He couldn't even believe that what he was looking at was the same Granger he had been teasing since first year. Why hadn't he seen this before? He lived in the same dorm as her, for Merlin's sake.
She looked like she had lost the baby fat in her face, which was a very good thing. She was wearing a tight robe today, so Draco could see that she was no where near overweight, but never had been. Draco's eyes wandered down to her legs, she had definitely grown taller and her legs longer. They were long, thin and tanned. Draco had a thing for girls with great legs, and this girl definitely had great legs. When she walked past him, Draco just had to look at her ass. 'Very nice, Granger' he thought with a grin. She looked up at him, and he raised his eyes to hers. 'Wow. Those eyes...' he thought. He knew that she noticed him checking her out, which is why it surprised him when she just winked and sat down. Draco looked back over to Blaise, who had a smirk planted firmly on his face.
"She may be a Mudblood, but damn," he said, with a laugh and another look at Granger.
"You're exactly right. She is a Mudblood, which is why we are not talking about her any longer," Draco said, finishing off his food and exiting the room, Blaise, Crabbe and Goyle at his heels. He couldn't wait to get back to his common room.
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I'm so sorry! This chapter is SO short, I know, but my next chapter will be coming much quicker than this one. Please Review! Thanks :)
Sara - SkyTheUpLight -