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Reviewers: I would like to thank Stardrops, sexy-jess, AngieBob, ghypscee, kole17, pirate-elfgal, and danid92!!! I love you guys!!! You have motivated me to continue typing as much as I can. It makes me feel so much better that people like this story! AngieBob, I'll try to do something about Harry, but it may take a while.
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Disclaimer: How many times do I have to tell you? I own no one but Malfoy!!! How come no one believes me?
Chapter five
Hermione woke up to find that she was aching all over. She dragged herself out of bed and put a robe on, grabbed her clothes, and headed for the bathroom. She planned on taking a long, warm shower. All the while she noticed the bruises that Harry had given her the night before. She had one on each arm, one across the face, and two on her stomach that hurt like hell. Thank god she had cover-up for her face, but she couldn't hide the ones on her arms so easily. Getting out of the shower, she carefully put on her under-garments, a jean mini-skirt, a skin-tight, elbow-length white blouse, and nylons. She dried her hair, put cover-up over the bruise on her face, and made sure that it wasn't visible. She put on shimmery brown eye shadow, black eyeliner and mascara, and stood back to admire her handy work.
"It needs a little bit more," she thought out loud. She put on light pink blush and added a little lip gloss that was tinted pink. "That ought to do it." She declared. She exited the bathroom and was surprised to see that Malfoy wasn't awake yet. "That's his fault,"she thought. She went into her room and looked into her closet. "It's a good thing I brought my boots with me." She pulled out a pair of knee high black boots with a two and a half inch heel. She zipped them up, and looked into a mirror. "Perfect." She was able to stand up straight and walk normal. She put on her cloak, grabbed her wand, her bag slung over her shoulder. She heard Malfoy begin to move in his bedroom, and she quickly headed to the Great Hall for breakfast.
As she walked through the halls and down staircases, heads turned and Hermione heard whistles. She ignored it and kept walking, when she ran into someone.
"Sorry, I didn't see you." She continued walking, but a hand grabbed her shoulder.
"It's as if you actually want people to look at you. You might want to be careful." One glimpse of Harry and she immediately pulled out her wand and put a bat bogey hex(A/N: is that spelled right?) on him. Not waiting for a returning spell, she ran as fast as she could to get as far away from Harry as possible. He wouldn't be able to do anything to her around a crowd of people. Entering the Great Hall, she sat down next to Ginny Weasley.
"Ginny, I need to talk to you about Harry."
Ginny turned to face Hermione, a concerned look on her face. "What's up?"
Hermione looked over at the entrance, and her eyes met the icy blue ones belonging to Draco Malfoy. She turned a deep shade of maroon and quickly turned away. "Harry asked me out at the end my sixth year. I told him no, because I thought it would ruin our friendship, and he went berserk. He threatened me, and told me that he would hurt anyone I had feelings for, and that unless I was with him, I would stay single for the rest of my life. Then last night, he beat the crud out of me because he thinks I have the hots for Malfoy, and..."
"Well, do you have the hots for him?" Hermione grew silent when she saw Harry walking towards her and Ginny. Just then, Dumbledor stood up and made a comment about the box for the annual Halloween Dance. Their schedules appeared in front of the students, and Hermione saw that she had double potions with Slytherin first thing in the morning. She got up and headed for the dungeons before Harry could say anything to her. She didn't notice Malfoy get up and follow her to the dungeons.
Walking down the cold, damp stairs, she heard footsteps echoing behind her. You know, you could get hurt walking down here by yourself. Someone might decide to come out of nowhere and just attack you."
Hermione didn't even stop to look at who was talking to her. "And why would a little ferret face like your self care if I was walking alone by myself. You aren't responsible for what I do, and I can take care of myself, thank you."
Malfoy sneered. "Well, I wouldn't have thought that you would be able to after the fight you got yourself into last night. After all the bruises you took, it looks as though whoever was fighting you won and came out with less injuries. What happened to you, anyway?"
"That is for me to know and you not to know. If I wanted you to know, I would have told you. Go away, before I put a hex on you."
"I'd like to see you try." The pair came into the dungeons and took seats at separate tables on opposite sides of the room. Snape was no where to be seen, and students began to file their way into the classroom. Unfortunately, Harry walked into the room and was about to take a seat next to her, when Blaise Zambini (A/N: is that spelled right?) sat down next to her. Blaise and Hermione went out in sixth year, but they thought they would be better off as friends. They were really close, like brother and sister. He told her once that he wouldn't let anyone hurt her. Ever. He smiled at her and they talked merrily until Snape entered. The room went silent. Cauldrons and ingredients for the potion they would be making in class sat on the tables in front of them. Snape pulled out his wand and rapped it on the black board. Procedures appeared on the black board and the sounds of parchments being pulled out of bags and quills scratching on parchment could be heard throughout the room. Hermione was finished before the rest of the class, as usual, as was Blaise.
"For the next few months, you will be prepairing the difficult Pollyjuice potion. I will assign partners, and you all will begin working on it immediately." Snape began naming partners. "Ms. Parkinson and Ms. Patil, Ms. Brown and Mr. Longbottom, Ms. Granger and Mr. Zabini, Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter..." He kept naming off students until each student was sitting next to their partner. "Please begin, and follow the instructions carefully. We wouldn't want anyone to screw up and flunk." Snape looked towards Neville and smirking, raised an eyebrow. Hermione went over the instructions in her head. They were still visible from the first time she made the potion with Harry and Ron, but that was in the past.
"This potion looks difficult." Blaise commented as he looked at the directions, confused at what he saw.
"Don't worry. I've done this before. It's not that hard. Just follow my lead and do what I tell you." He looked like he was going to ask her a question, but she silenced him as Snape walked by. "I'll tell you later." She hissed at him. The rest of the period, they worked in silence, until they put their cauldrons away to sit and Snape dismissed them. Students left his room joyfully and headed to lunch.
A/N: Well, I wasn't expecting it to end it this way, but I think its good. What do ya think? Was it too long? What do you want to happen? Please review and I'll start on the next chappie!!! THANX!!!!!
Reviewers: I would like to thank Stardrops, sexy-jess, AngieBob, ghypscee, kole17, pirate-elfgal, and danid92!!! I love you guys!!! You have motivated me to continue typing as much as I can. It makes me feel so much better that people like this story! AngieBob, I'll try to do something about Harry, but it may take a while.
Reviews: Please, with whipped cream and chocolate galleons on top?
Disclaimer: How many times do I have to tell you? I own no one but Malfoy!!! How come no one believes me?
Chapter five
Hermione woke up to find that she was aching all over. She dragged herself out of bed and put a robe on, grabbed her clothes, and headed for the bathroom. She planned on taking a long, warm shower. All the while she noticed the bruises that Harry had given her the night before. She had one on each arm, one across the face, and two on her stomach that hurt like hell. Thank god she had cover-up for her face, but she couldn't hide the ones on her arms so easily. Getting out of the shower, she carefully put on her under-garments, a jean mini-skirt, a skin-tight, elbow-length white blouse, and nylons. She dried her hair, put cover-up over the bruise on her face, and made sure that it wasn't visible. She put on shimmery brown eye shadow, black eyeliner and mascara, and stood back to admire her handy work.
"It needs a little bit more," she thought out loud. She put on light pink blush and added a little lip gloss that was tinted pink. "That ought to do it." She declared. She exited the bathroom and was surprised to see that Malfoy wasn't awake yet. "That's his fault,"she thought. She went into her room and looked into her closet. "It's a good thing I brought my boots with me." She pulled out a pair of knee high black boots with a two and a half inch heel. She zipped them up, and looked into a mirror. "Perfect." She was able to stand up straight and walk normal. She put on her cloak, grabbed her wand, her bag slung over her shoulder. She heard Malfoy begin to move in his bedroom, and she quickly headed to the Great Hall for breakfast.
As she walked through the halls and down staircases, heads turned and Hermione heard whistles. She ignored it and kept walking, when she ran into someone.
"Sorry, I didn't see you." She continued walking, but a hand grabbed her shoulder.
"It's as if you actually want people to look at you. You might want to be careful." One glimpse of Harry and she immediately pulled out her wand and put a bat bogey hex(A/N: is that spelled right?) on him. Not waiting for a returning spell, she ran as fast as she could to get as far away from Harry as possible. He wouldn't be able to do anything to her around a crowd of people. Entering the Great Hall, she sat down next to Ginny Weasley.
"Ginny, I need to talk to you about Harry."
Ginny turned to face Hermione, a concerned look on her face. "What's up?"
Hermione looked over at the entrance, and her eyes met the icy blue ones belonging to Draco Malfoy. She turned a deep shade of maroon and quickly turned away. "Harry asked me out at the end my sixth year. I told him no, because I thought it would ruin our friendship, and he went berserk. He threatened me, and told me that he would hurt anyone I had feelings for, and that unless I was with him, I would stay single for the rest of my life. Then last night, he beat the crud out of me because he thinks I have the hots for Malfoy, and..."
"Well, do you have the hots for him?" Hermione grew silent when she saw Harry walking towards her and Ginny. Just then, Dumbledor stood up and made a comment about the box for the annual Halloween Dance. Their schedules appeared in front of the students, and Hermione saw that she had double potions with Slytherin first thing in the morning. She got up and headed for the dungeons before Harry could say anything to her. She didn't notice Malfoy get up and follow her to the dungeons.
Walking down the cold, damp stairs, she heard footsteps echoing behind her. You know, you could get hurt walking down here by yourself. Someone might decide to come out of nowhere and just attack you."
Hermione didn't even stop to look at who was talking to her. "And why would a little ferret face like your self care if I was walking alone by myself. You aren't responsible for what I do, and I can take care of myself, thank you."
Malfoy sneered. "Well, I wouldn't have thought that you would be able to after the fight you got yourself into last night. After all the bruises you took, it looks as though whoever was fighting you won and came out with less injuries. What happened to you, anyway?"
"That is for me to know and you not to know. If I wanted you to know, I would have told you. Go away, before I put a hex on you."
"I'd like to see you try." The pair came into the dungeons and took seats at separate tables on opposite sides of the room. Snape was no where to be seen, and students began to file their way into the classroom. Unfortunately, Harry walked into the room and was about to take a seat next to her, when Blaise Zambini (A/N: is that spelled right?) sat down next to her. Blaise and Hermione went out in sixth year, but they thought they would be better off as friends. They were really close, like brother and sister. He told her once that he wouldn't let anyone hurt her. Ever. He smiled at her and they talked merrily until Snape entered. The room went silent. Cauldrons and ingredients for the potion they would be making in class sat on the tables in front of them. Snape pulled out his wand and rapped it on the black board. Procedures appeared on the black board and the sounds of parchments being pulled out of bags and quills scratching on parchment could be heard throughout the room. Hermione was finished before the rest of the class, as usual, as was Blaise.
"For the next few months, you will be prepairing the difficult Pollyjuice potion. I will assign partners, and you all will begin working on it immediately." Snape began naming partners. "Ms. Parkinson and Ms. Patil, Ms. Brown and Mr. Longbottom, Ms. Granger and Mr. Zabini, Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter..." He kept naming off students until each student was sitting next to their partner. "Please begin, and follow the instructions carefully. We wouldn't want anyone to screw up and flunk." Snape looked towards Neville and smirking, raised an eyebrow. Hermione went over the instructions in her head. They were still visible from the first time she made the potion with Harry and Ron, but that was in the past.
"This potion looks difficult." Blaise commented as he looked at the directions, confused at what he saw.
"Don't worry. I've done this before. It's not that hard. Just follow my lead and do what I tell you." He looked like he was going to ask her a question, but she silenced him as Snape walked by. "I'll tell you later." She hissed at him. The rest of the period, they worked in silence, until they put their cauldrons away to sit and Snape dismissed them. Students left his room joyfully and headed to lunch.
A/N: Well, I wasn't expecting it to end it this way, but I think its good. What do ya think? Was it too long? What do you want to happen? Please review and I'll start on the next chappie!!! THANX!!!!!