A/N: Thank you to my reviewers, I love you all! =D Yes, Korman, even you!
=P Anyway, thanks again, and keep them coming! This chapter kinda starts
out light, gets heavy, but then it goes light again, just to let you know.
Not sure why, but hey, I told you anyway. =)
o AHH!!! Human Pretzel!! o
Hermione woke up to the blaring of her radio. She recognized the song, and realized it was the Weird Sisters. The same song that she had had her first kiss too... she smiled and then grimaced when she remembered it was with Viktor Krum. She stretched her arms and flexed her back as she curled her toes, relaxing her muscles. She was about to get out of bed to shower when she heard the shower running in the bathroom next to hers. She wasn't going to take a chance on Malfoy getting her back, so she decided to wait for him to finish.
She had set her alarm early and knew she had time to waste before she got ready so she slid out of bed on to the floor and began to twist her body into the complex yoga poses she had taught herself. She could feel the tension of the summer melting off her back and shoulders and she pushed herself further.
Draco stepped out of the shower and started back to his room when he heard the unmistakable sound of a well-pleasured woman. He stopped dead in his tracks, knowing it was from Granger's room. He walked stealthily towards the door that lead to her bathroom, gripping his towel tighter around his waist. Her bedroom door was closed, he drew closer and grasped the doorknob in his sweaty palm, it slipped on the cool metal and he drew back, not wanting to be heard. He tried again, this time grasping the handle firmly. Inching the door open, he revealed a pretzel like Hermione, pulling and twisting herself in unnatural and painful looking ways. She groaned again and slid her body out then of the pose, laying spread eagle on her back. She took a deep breath and Draco could see her visibly relax certain muscle groups with each inhale and exhale. If the deep breathing and flexibility of her body wasn't enough to set Draco over the edge, she had obviously just waken up, which left her hair tousled and her skin clothed only in the same small boxers and tank top as last night.
Hermione sighed deeply, and listened to see if Draco was done in the shower. It seemed as if he was and she stood up and turned around.
"AHH!!" Hermione screamed.
"AHH!!" Screamed Draco.
"Bloody hell! What the fuck are you doing in my room, Malfoy?"
"Err... I... uh, I was coming-"
"Is that a fact?" she drawled.
Malfoy flushed scarlet; angered that she could turn his words so easily. Hermione could see the mental battle going on inside his head, like he couldn't figure out what to say. He finally ended up giving a frustrated grunt and giving her the finger before walking away, shaking with anger as Hermione shook with laughter. She had again rendered him speechless.
After showering and dressing in her school robes, Hermione quickly ran a brush through her shocking pink hair and left for the Great Hall. Hoping to finally have a real conversation with Harry and Ron. She really wished she could get over the strained and uncomfortable feeling she felt when she was around them. They were her best friends. Just because her appearance had changed and she was bolder didn't mean their friendship had to suffer. She pushed open the portrait and began to walk the twisted hallways once again.
Draco walked into his room and threw himself down on the bed, facedown. He had let the wretched mudblood beat him again. Why was he so damned speechless around her? He tunneled his fingers through his damp onyx hair and flipped onto his back staring at the ceiling of his room in stony silence with thundercloud eyes. He waited until his throbbing anger subsided and dressed hurriedly in his robes, hoping to fling an unmentionable string of insults at Hermione before enjoying his breakfast.
Unfortunately Draco was too late, as Gryffindors already surrounded Hermione at her table. He didn't fancy being made a fool of in front of the lot of them, so decided not to try his luck. He settled instead for gazing at Hermione from his own table.
She was sitting rather quietly with Harry and Ron, the rest of the Gryffindors not really paying any attention to her at all. The initial shock of her appearance had faded from everyone's gossip topics, and she was again alone with Harry and Ron in the crowd.
"Ugh, I can't believe we have to suffer through potions with the Slytherins for another bloody year. Even if I did do my homework, it wouldn't fucking matter, Snape would still hate me and favor his precious Malfoy... bloody git is probably paying him for his grades... or maybe he performs sexual favors for him and-"
"Oh Ron, for Christ sakes. Did the thought ever occur to you that maybe Malfoy studies? Honestly, studying wouldn't kill you y'know."
"Oh, I know, but why take the chance?" He grinned cheekily and she smacked him across the arm, laughing at his antics as he grabbed her book and faked death by reading.
Draco had grown tired of watching Granger, watching for something, anything to use against her in their next battle of wits. Nothing had jumped up and bitten him in his (rather perfect) ass so he turned his attention back to his friends. Blaise, a tall willowy girl with short violet hair and Benjamin, a boy who's green Mohawk actually matched his lime green eyeliner. (A/N: If you've ever seen Out Of Your Mouth's video for the cover of the Madonna song "Music" you will understand how sexy lime green eyeliner is... am I right?) Draco had pretty much ditched Crabbe and Goyle completely, not being able to handle the fact that their unquestioned bidding to his every request reminded him of his father's relationship with Lord Voldemort. Draco again flitted into a stupor, ignoring the conversations around him. He drifted back into his memories, recalling the night of his parents' death.
His father had just returned from a Deatheaters meeting and was in an extremely foul mood. Draco did his best to stay out of his father's way, knowing that his anger got out of control easily when he was irritated. He decided on a walk around the manor grounds, staying close to home, but away from his dad. Just as he had neared the door, his father grabbed tightly to his shoulder, clawing at the sensitive flesh under Draco's robes.
"Where are you going boy?" He rasped.
Draco turned and stared into his father's bloodshot eyes. He was drunk. And that was when he was most scary. Draco tried to flee his father's grasp but it held fast and he cried out in agony, knowing Lucious' strength was unwavering when he was angry. He cried out again when Lucious flung him back into the wall. Draco felt tears welling up behind his lower eyelids but knew that weakness would only anger his drunken father more. He wanted to cry, not only because of the pain, but because he knew that this man wasn't really his father. Biologically, yes, of course, but when Lucious drank, he became another person. Sober, he was cold and calculating, but always kind with his family unless he thought punishment was necessary. He kept Draco in line in public, trying to uphold the family name, but behind closed doors he was a loving father.
The insane look in Lucious' eyes intensified as Draco allowed a single tear to spill over the rim of his molten silver eye. His father hesitated, realizing the pain he was causing his son and Draco used this fleeting moment to escape his father's clutches and stumbled through the door, running blindly until he reached the security of bushes and stopped, panting, to catch his breath. He remembered thinking hateful thoughts toward his father, but knowing that really, he loved the man more than Lucious knew. Thinking it would be best, he slept under the stars, hidden from harm.
When he had awaken the next morning, he had made his way across the grounds back to manor, shivering in the dewy morning cold. He entered the front hallway, and his eyes met the most horrifying sight that they ever could.
Both his parents were lying on the floor, rigid and cold. Their eyes glazed open with expressions of terror on their faces. Draco ran to them, collapsing in agonizing tears at the still forms of his parents. His raucous sobs wracked his lithe body, and before long servants heard the noise and found Draco flung over his dead parents, crying as if his own life were gone, when really, that was exactly how Draco felt.
He had fled the house soon after, knowing that if it truly had been Lord Voldemort that had Avada Kedavra'd his parents, that he would be next. He went to the only safe place he knew, Hogwarts, where Dumbledore was waiting, expecting him. He took Draco in with no questions asked and had waited until the boy confided in him, telling him his worst fears and of the horrors he had faced.
Even though Draco had always seen Dumbledore as a fool, he realized the assessment was his father's, not his own and he soon grew to love the old man. And Dumbledore in return treated Draco like family, his own son.
"Did you hear me, Mate? Hello?" inquired Benji, rather impatiently.
"Er... w-what was that?" Draco stuttered, jerked rapidly from his dream-like remembrance.
"Bloody hell, were you sleeping with your eyes open?"
"Yeah... nearly..."
"So, what do you think?" Benji inquired again.
"About what?"
"About a band Draco." Blaise said, in Benji's impatient tone.
"What band? The Clash? I love them. Classic that shit is."
"What the fuck are you smoking Malfoy? Have you been paying any attention at all?"
"Er... apparently not. I'm way too tired to care right now anyway, let's discuss this at lunch. Were going to be late for potions."
"Not like it matters for you anyway," muttered Blaise darkly.
"Oh, shove it or I'll feed you to Potter." Draco snarled. Benji giggled and Blaise elbowed him sharply.
"Better watch out, mate, or we'll both feed you to Pansy," The trio laughed, relishing in their childish argument. This was definitely what Draco was going to miss at the end of the school year.
A/N: Wow, that was hard to write. For some reason I had to force that chapter out, it wasn't flowing, sorry if it's choppy or what not. It's midnight and I plan on reading through it a few times, I'm just not sure how well I'll do, so I'm apologizing in advance. Anyway, I just saw the Prisoner Of Azkaban. Wicked shit that was. "You tell those spiders, Ron." Haha, anyway. If you haven't seen it yet, go, NOW! Lol. Bye! Your Lord and Master,
Mandee. (That's from the foamy cartoons, if you're wondering. Dez got me hooked. To view them go to illwillpress.com.) Oh and by the way, PLEASE review. I love getting them, and ideas are ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS welcome. Thank you. =)
o AHH!!! Human Pretzel!! o
Hermione woke up to the blaring of her radio. She recognized the song, and realized it was the Weird Sisters. The same song that she had had her first kiss too... she smiled and then grimaced when she remembered it was with Viktor Krum. She stretched her arms and flexed her back as she curled her toes, relaxing her muscles. She was about to get out of bed to shower when she heard the shower running in the bathroom next to hers. She wasn't going to take a chance on Malfoy getting her back, so she decided to wait for him to finish.
She had set her alarm early and knew she had time to waste before she got ready so she slid out of bed on to the floor and began to twist her body into the complex yoga poses she had taught herself. She could feel the tension of the summer melting off her back and shoulders and she pushed herself further.
Draco stepped out of the shower and started back to his room when he heard the unmistakable sound of a well-pleasured woman. He stopped dead in his tracks, knowing it was from Granger's room. He walked stealthily towards the door that lead to her bathroom, gripping his towel tighter around his waist. Her bedroom door was closed, he drew closer and grasped the doorknob in his sweaty palm, it slipped on the cool metal and he drew back, not wanting to be heard. He tried again, this time grasping the handle firmly. Inching the door open, he revealed a pretzel like Hermione, pulling and twisting herself in unnatural and painful looking ways. She groaned again and slid her body out then of the pose, laying spread eagle on her back. She took a deep breath and Draco could see her visibly relax certain muscle groups with each inhale and exhale. If the deep breathing and flexibility of her body wasn't enough to set Draco over the edge, she had obviously just waken up, which left her hair tousled and her skin clothed only in the same small boxers and tank top as last night.
Hermione sighed deeply, and listened to see if Draco was done in the shower. It seemed as if he was and she stood up and turned around.
"AHH!!" Hermione screamed.
"AHH!!" Screamed Draco.
"Bloody hell! What the fuck are you doing in my room, Malfoy?"
"Err... I... uh, I was coming-"
"Is that a fact?" she drawled.
Malfoy flushed scarlet; angered that she could turn his words so easily. Hermione could see the mental battle going on inside his head, like he couldn't figure out what to say. He finally ended up giving a frustrated grunt and giving her the finger before walking away, shaking with anger as Hermione shook with laughter. She had again rendered him speechless.
After showering and dressing in her school robes, Hermione quickly ran a brush through her shocking pink hair and left for the Great Hall. Hoping to finally have a real conversation with Harry and Ron. She really wished she could get over the strained and uncomfortable feeling she felt when she was around them. They were her best friends. Just because her appearance had changed and she was bolder didn't mean their friendship had to suffer. She pushed open the portrait and began to walk the twisted hallways once again.
Draco walked into his room and threw himself down on the bed, facedown. He had let the wretched mudblood beat him again. Why was he so damned speechless around her? He tunneled his fingers through his damp onyx hair and flipped onto his back staring at the ceiling of his room in stony silence with thundercloud eyes. He waited until his throbbing anger subsided and dressed hurriedly in his robes, hoping to fling an unmentionable string of insults at Hermione before enjoying his breakfast.
Unfortunately Draco was too late, as Gryffindors already surrounded Hermione at her table. He didn't fancy being made a fool of in front of the lot of them, so decided not to try his luck. He settled instead for gazing at Hermione from his own table.
She was sitting rather quietly with Harry and Ron, the rest of the Gryffindors not really paying any attention to her at all. The initial shock of her appearance had faded from everyone's gossip topics, and she was again alone with Harry and Ron in the crowd.
"Ugh, I can't believe we have to suffer through potions with the Slytherins for another bloody year. Even if I did do my homework, it wouldn't fucking matter, Snape would still hate me and favor his precious Malfoy... bloody git is probably paying him for his grades... or maybe he performs sexual favors for him and-"
"Oh Ron, for Christ sakes. Did the thought ever occur to you that maybe Malfoy studies? Honestly, studying wouldn't kill you y'know."
"Oh, I know, but why take the chance?" He grinned cheekily and she smacked him across the arm, laughing at his antics as he grabbed her book and faked death by reading.
Draco had grown tired of watching Granger, watching for something, anything to use against her in their next battle of wits. Nothing had jumped up and bitten him in his (rather perfect) ass so he turned his attention back to his friends. Blaise, a tall willowy girl with short violet hair and Benjamin, a boy who's green Mohawk actually matched his lime green eyeliner. (A/N: If you've ever seen Out Of Your Mouth's video for the cover of the Madonna song "Music" you will understand how sexy lime green eyeliner is... am I right?) Draco had pretty much ditched Crabbe and Goyle completely, not being able to handle the fact that their unquestioned bidding to his every request reminded him of his father's relationship with Lord Voldemort. Draco again flitted into a stupor, ignoring the conversations around him. He drifted back into his memories, recalling the night of his parents' death.
His father had just returned from a Deatheaters meeting and was in an extremely foul mood. Draco did his best to stay out of his father's way, knowing that his anger got out of control easily when he was irritated. He decided on a walk around the manor grounds, staying close to home, but away from his dad. Just as he had neared the door, his father grabbed tightly to his shoulder, clawing at the sensitive flesh under Draco's robes.
"Where are you going boy?" He rasped.
Draco turned and stared into his father's bloodshot eyes. He was drunk. And that was when he was most scary. Draco tried to flee his father's grasp but it held fast and he cried out in agony, knowing Lucious' strength was unwavering when he was angry. He cried out again when Lucious flung him back into the wall. Draco felt tears welling up behind his lower eyelids but knew that weakness would only anger his drunken father more. He wanted to cry, not only because of the pain, but because he knew that this man wasn't really his father. Biologically, yes, of course, but when Lucious drank, he became another person. Sober, he was cold and calculating, but always kind with his family unless he thought punishment was necessary. He kept Draco in line in public, trying to uphold the family name, but behind closed doors he was a loving father.
The insane look in Lucious' eyes intensified as Draco allowed a single tear to spill over the rim of his molten silver eye. His father hesitated, realizing the pain he was causing his son and Draco used this fleeting moment to escape his father's clutches and stumbled through the door, running blindly until he reached the security of bushes and stopped, panting, to catch his breath. He remembered thinking hateful thoughts toward his father, but knowing that really, he loved the man more than Lucious knew. Thinking it would be best, he slept under the stars, hidden from harm.
When he had awaken the next morning, he had made his way across the grounds back to manor, shivering in the dewy morning cold. He entered the front hallway, and his eyes met the most horrifying sight that they ever could.
Both his parents were lying on the floor, rigid and cold. Their eyes glazed open with expressions of terror on their faces. Draco ran to them, collapsing in agonizing tears at the still forms of his parents. His raucous sobs wracked his lithe body, and before long servants heard the noise and found Draco flung over his dead parents, crying as if his own life were gone, when really, that was exactly how Draco felt.
He had fled the house soon after, knowing that if it truly had been Lord Voldemort that had Avada Kedavra'd his parents, that he would be next. He went to the only safe place he knew, Hogwarts, where Dumbledore was waiting, expecting him. He took Draco in with no questions asked and had waited until the boy confided in him, telling him his worst fears and of the horrors he had faced.
Even though Draco had always seen Dumbledore as a fool, he realized the assessment was his father's, not his own and he soon grew to love the old man. And Dumbledore in return treated Draco like family, his own son.
"Did you hear me, Mate? Hello?" inquired Benji, rather impatiently.
"Er... w-what was that?" Draco stuttered, jerked rapidly from his dream-like remembrance.
"Bloody hell, were you sleeping with your eyes open?"
"Yeah... nearly..."
"So, what do you think?" Benji inquired again.
"About what?"
"About a band Draco." Blaise said, in Benji's impatient tone.
"What band? The Clash? I love them. Classic that shit is."
"What the fuck are you smoking Malfoy? Have you been paying any attention at all?"
"Er... apparently not. I'm way too tired to care right now anyway, let's discuss this at lunch. Were going to be late for potions."
"Not like it matters for you anyway," muttered Blaise darkly.
"Oh, shove it or I'll feed you to Potter." Draco snarled. Benji giggled and Blaise elbowed him sharply.
"Better watch out, mate, or we'll both feed you to Pansy," The trio laughed, relishing in their childish argument. This was definitely what Draco was going to miss at the end of the school year.
A/N: Wow, that was hard to write. For some reason I had to force that chapter out, it wasn't flowing, sorry if it's choppy or what not. It's midnight and I plan on reading through it a few times, I'm just not sure how well I'll do, so I'm apologizing in advance. Anyway, I just saw the Prisoner Of Azkaban. Wicked shit that was. "You tell those spiders, Ron." Haha, anyway. If you haven't seen it yet, go, NOW! Lol. Bye! Your Lord and Master,
Mandee. (That's from the foamy cartoons, if you're wondering. Dez got me hooked. To view them go to illwillpress.com.) Oh and by the way, PLEASE review. I love getting them, and ideas are ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS welcome. Thank you. =)