A/N: Sorry I didn't say so in my first chapter, but this story is taking place as if OotP didn't happen the way it actually did.
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Chapter 2 -- Wake-Up-Call
Harry walked down the long corridor outside the Great Hall and sighed a barely audible sigh as about twenty girls followed him. He hated it when they did that, and he wasn't sure exactly why they did either. Maybe it was because he had grown handsome over the last year, he supposed, but it was probably more likely just because he was extrememly famous now as the boy/man who had defeated Voldemort for good. Yes, he had managed to duel it out, and win, the summer before his seventh year at Hogwarts.
He saw Ginny waving to him from down the corridor, and again he sighed. "Great," he thought. "Another day of pretending."
As he drew closer to her, he plastered a smile on his face. "Hey, Ginn," he called to her. She gave him a smile back, and as he draped his arm around her shoulder, all the girls that had followed him gave one big collective sigh of disappointment and walked off.
He and Ginny had been "dating" since the beginning of Harry's sixth year. It had been fun and perhaps even exciting in the beginning, but the relationship had long since lost it's luster. Now, Harry was just going through the motions. He wasn't sure if Ginny felt the same way. Sometimes it seemed to him as if she had the same phony smile on her face, and the same disappointed look that he felt he had sometimes as he realized that he would have to walk with her. However, he wasn't sure, because of course a lot of men are dolts about relationships, so he continued to pretend he was happily in love with Ron Weasley's little sister.
Harry then realized that Ginny had been speaking to him; as she was now standing with her hands on her hips in front of him. "You weren't listening to a WORD that I said, were you?!" she asked accusitorily.
"Uh, no?" he replied with an apologetic grin. Ginny glared at him for a second, then stormed away, yelling after her, "I'm leaving because if I stay I won't be able to stay mad at you! So good-bye!"
Harry stared, confused, at her retreating back, then he turned to walk to his Potions class.
He ran straight into Draco Malfoy.
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Draco, at first, looked startled as Harry Potter swung into him. Of course, Draco had seen the back of Potter, but he hadn't known that the stupid oaf was going to turn around and run into him. Then, as the initial shock wore off, Draco noticed that Potter was looking at him in an odd, dazed sort of way. "What's the matter, Potter? Cat got your brain?" Draco smirked at his wit, then realized that Potter hadn't retorted something equally nasty. He was just standing there, with his hands hanging oddly in front of him.
Then, Draco realized what Potter's problem was. He was disgusted and instantly backed away a couple feet. "Potter, you like men?! What, does my atractiveness overwhelm you? Get away from me before I turn you into a girl." With that Draco walked away, with Potter still looking sort of dazed behind him.
As he turned a corner, Draco stopped walking. He hated to admit it, but the fact that Potter had been looking at him that way was kind of ... flattering. Draco shook his head viciously and thought, "Draco Malfoy, get those DISGUSTING thoughts out of your head before your mother, or worse, your father, finds out about them."
With that, he headed off to Potions with his favorite professor, Severus Snape.
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Hermione had been dreading her first Defense Against The Dark Arts class, as it was now taught by Lucius Malfoy. She had put a curse on herself the first day of class, which had resulted in giving her boils the size of walnuts. She had been sent to Madame Pomfrey, and she had rather successfully pushed the blame of the curse onto Pansy Parkinson. However, she couldn't feign illness again, so she pushed the thought out of her mind and walked slowly to the Defense Against The Dark Arts classroom.
When she arrived at the room, she realized that she didn't see either Harry or Ron sitting in the room. "Oh no," she thought, "I don't have either one of them in my class??"
She dejectedly slouched into the room, a very un-Hermione kind of thing to do. Lucius Malfoy looked down at her as she took an empty seat next to Seamus Finnigan. Lucius stood up and strolled over to the desk that Hermione and Seamus now shared, and he had a small smile lurking on his face. "Ms. Granger, I presume?" he said in a low, silky voice that gave Hermione shivers.
"Yes, Lu -- I mean, Professor Malfoy," she replied.
"I've heard -- so much about you." Lucius' eyes glittered in the light of the chandolier hanging majestically from the ceiling. "I think we may need to ... split up the class." He cleared his throat then called loudly, "Everyone up! Now!" He began re-assigning the seats. As he finished, he noticed one empty seat. Then, Draco walked in, out of breath, his hair in disarray.
"Sorry Fa -- Professor," he said, "that stup -- I mean, they made a scheduling mistake that I was unaware of."
Lucius glared at the boy and told him to take his seat. Draco quickly rushed to his seat. Now, Hermione was sitting next to Draco Malfoy. "Oh, great," she thought exasperatedly, "now I have TWO Malfoys to deal with at one time."
When Lucius wasn't looking, Draco leaned over and whispered, "Hey Mudblood, don't you go fucking with my class. I'm going to do great in this class, and if you don't stay out of my way ..." he made a vulgar motion with his lower body, and Hermione looked away, disgusted. She couldn't believe she had to deal with this kind of thing ALL year.
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A/N: I tried to make this chapter a little longer; hopefully it's good. I'd appreciate comments and/or suggestions. Thanks :)
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Chapter 2 -- Wake-Up-Call
Harry walked down the long corridor outside the Great Hall and sighed a barely audible sigh as about twenty girls followed him. He hated it when they did that, and he wasn't sure exactly why they did either. Maybe it was because he had grown handsome over the last year, he supposed, but it was probably more likely just because he was extrememly famous now as the boy/man who had defeated Voldemort for good. Yes, he had managed to duel it out, and win, the summer before his seventh year at Hogwarts.
He saw Ginny waving to him from down the corridor, and again he sighed. "Great," he thought. "Another day of pretending."
As he drew closer to her, he plastered a smile on his face. "Hey, Ginn," he called to her. She gave him a smile back, and as he draped his arm around her shoulder, all the girls that had followed him gave one big collective sigh of disappointment and walked off.
He and Ginny had been "dating" since the beginning of Harry's sixth year. It had been fun and perhaps even exciting in the beginning, but the relationship had long since lost it's luster. Now, Harry was just going through the motions. He wasn't sure if Ginny felt the same way. Sometimes it seemed to him as if she had the same phony smile on her face, and the same disappointed look that he felt he had sometimes as he realized that he would have to walk with her. However, he wasn't sure, because of course a lot of men are dolts about relationships, so he continued to pretend he was happily in love with Ron Weasley's little sister.
Harry then realized that Ginny had been speaking to him; as she was now standing with her hands on her hips in front of him. "You weren't listening to a WORD that I said, were you?!" she asked accusitorily.
"Uh, no?" he replied with an apologetic grin. Ginny glared at him for a second, then stormed away, yelling after her, "I'm leaving because if I stay I won't be able to stay mad at you! So good-bye!"
Harry stared, confused, at her retreating back, then he turned to walk to his Potions class.
He ran straight into Draco Malfoy.
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Draco, at first, looked startled as Harry Potter swung into him. Of course, Draco had seen the back of Potter, but he hadn't known that the stupid oaf was going to turn around and run into him. Then, as the initial shock wore off, Draco noticed that Potter was looking at him in an odd, dazed sort of way. "What's the matter, Potter? Cat got your brain?" Draco smirked at his wit, then realized that Potter hadn't retorted something equally nasty. He was just standing there, with his hands hanging oddly in front of him.
Then, Draco realized what Potter's problem was. He was disgusted and instantly backed away a couple feet. "Potter, you like men?! What, does my atractiveness overwhelm you? Get away from me before I turn you into a girl." With that Draco walked away, with Potter still looking sort of dazed behind him.
As he turned a corner, Draco stopped walking. He hated to admit it, but the fact that Potter had been looking at him that way was kind of ... flattering. Draco shook his head viciously and thought, "Draco Malfoy, get those DISGUSTING thoughts out of your head before your mother, or worse, your father, finds out about them."
With that, he headed off to Potions with his favorite professor, Severus Snape.
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Hermione had been dreading her first Defense Against The Dark Arts class, as it was now taught by Lucius Malfoy. She had put a curse on herself the first day of class, which had resulted in giving her boils the size of walnuts. She had been sent to Madame Pomfrey, and she had rather successfully pushed the blame of the curse onto Pansy Parkinson. However, she couldn't feign illness again, so she pushed the thought out of her mind and walked slowly to the Defense Against The Dark Arts classroom.
When she arrived at the room, she realized that she didn't see either Harry or Ron sitting in the room. "Oh no," she thought, "I don't have either one of them in my class??"
She dejectedly slouched into the room, a very un-Hermione kind of thing to do. Lucius Malfoy looked down at her as she took an empty seat next to Seamus Finnigan. Lucius stood up and strolled over to the desk that Hermione and Seamus now shared, and he had a small smile lurking on his face. "Ms. Granger, I presume?" he said in a low, silky voice that gave Hermione shivers.
"Yes, Lu -- I mean, Professor Malfoy," she replied.
"I've heard -- so much about you." Lucius' eyes glittered in the light of the chandolier hanging majestically from the ceiling. "I think we may need to ... split up the class." He cleared his throat then called loudly, "Everyone up! Now!" He began re-assigning the seats. As he finished, he noticed one empty seat. Then, Draco walked in, out of breath, his hair in disarray.
"Sorry Fa -- Professor," he said, "that stup -- I mean, they made a scheduling mistake that I was unaware of."
Lucius glared at the boy and told him to take his seat. Draco quickly rushed to his seat. Now, Hermione was sitting next to Draco Malfoy. "Oh, great," she thought exasperatedly, "now I have TWO Malfoys to deal with at one time."
When Lucius wasn't looking, Draco leaned over and whispered, "Hey Mudblood, don't you go fucking with my class. I'm going to do great in this class, and if you don't stay out of my way ..." he made a vulgar motion with his lower body, and Hermione looked away, disgusted. She couldn't believe she had to deal with this kind of thing ALL year.
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A/N: I tried to make this chapter a little longer; hopefully it's good. I'd appreciate comments and/or suggestions. Thanks :)