Disclaimer: Ok-I still don't own anything, and why would I? Any one who
owns any of that stuff is like-over 25; I'm 15!!!
A/N: I would like to say thank you to Alisa. You rock! Oh, and I'm out of otter pops. Damn, I need to get some more...anyway back to my story...
~A Week after School Started~
In Draco's POV:
'Why is it that I can't stop thinking about Granger. Especially when I know that she's not thinking of me! Fuck-she hasn't even looked at me, although I must say she doesn't look half bad. And she keeps pissing off Potter and Weasel. Besides, she is hotter than all the other hags at this school. With her silky looking legs and smooth hair, and all those tight tops and super short skirts. Ohh she looks,' Draco mentally slapped himself. 'I should NOT be thinking of Granger this way!'
Draco regained the conversation with her fellow Slytherins about who they thought were the hottest girls in school.
"I don't care what you think-those Gryffindors sure do know how to grow 'em. I mean just look at them! Almost all the fifth years and above are doable." Proclaimed Blaise.
All the Slytherins in on the conversation nodded eagerly. Things like "Bloody hell, do they have special classes to make the women in there hot?" and "They should make it a rule for Slytherins to shag the bloody woman in that house."
Blaise turned to Draco, "What your opinion on this subject-undoubtedly you've shagged a couple."
"Putting who I've shagged being none of your business aside, I will say that they have turned out some bloody great women. But my challenge to you is to choose the hottest, of our year-and I bet fifty galleons that I can shag her by Christmas holidays."
"Anyone we chose you'll shag?" Goyle questioned; for acting so dumb, he wasn't that much of a git.
"As long as you all agree, you have about twenty minuets until everyone will start to leave so you better make your decision quick." As Draco finished the boys quickly started to name names and rate the girls on how hard and hot they were.
Finally just as people were beginning to leave, all the boys came to a decision on the hottest and hardest girl.
"Draco," Blaise said, "We've come to a decision."
"And...?" Draco said, seemingly bored but actually excited.
"Hermione Granger. On a scale of one to twenty of being hard she rates a nineteen point nine, and on a scale of one to a hundred of being hot she rates a hundred. So-deal?" Draco's eyes widened at the name, but he quickly hid it with an undistinguishable look.
"Deal. Get ready to lose your money Blaise." Draco then got up and left.
Walking out of the hall he purposely bumped into Hermione who had just left. 'I'm totally gonna lose this bet.' Draco thought.
"Hello Granger, what are you up to on this fine evening?" Draco, charmingly, asked.
"Nothing much, I was going to go and get into some more comfortable clothes then go for a walk by the lake, and yourself?" Hermione replied.
"A planned evening of listening to the Slytherins girls bitch and moan over what to wear for the Halloween ball." He said with mock seriousness.
"You've got to be joking, school barely started. And the ball isn't for another month-at least."
"Sad-believe me I know. But you know us Slytherins."
"No-I'm afraid I don't.
"Well-we must always dress for perfection."
"Must you now?"
"Yes we must-except in front of each other; then we mostly just wear jeans."
"Ah-I sort of get it."
"Um...well,"
"Say, would you like to accompany me for my walk, it's a lovely night and we could continue our conversation." Hermione was lightly blushing; Draco noticed but ignored it nonetheless.
"Sure, if you don't mind me changing into more comfortable clothes myself."
"Oh, I don't mind. Why don't we,"
"HERMIONE! What in the bloody hell are you doing to Malfoy?!" Ron asked in disgust.
"Ron-I don't think that was a smart thing to do..." Harry half whispered to Ron.
"Bloody git-have I not made it clear that I would do as I pleased and that you had no say in it? Well-if I haven't, take this as a clue." Hermione looked pointedly at Draco, "Why don't I go with you to change, and then we can decide from there what our plans are."
Draco looked from Hermione to Ron to Harry, and back to Hermione. "What are we waiting for?" Draco held out his arm, Hermione took the hint-grabbed it, and they walked to the Slytherin dorms arm in arm.
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A/N: Ok-I am aware that I write short chapters. That's the reason that I try to put two chapters up at once, but this one is a loner-my supposed life is calling again.
A/N: I would like to say thank you to Alisa. You rock! Oh, and I'm out of otter pops. Damn, I need to get some more...anyway back to my story...
~A Week after School Started~
In Draco's POV:
'Why is it that I can't stop thinking about Granger. Especially when I know that she's not thinking of me! Fuck-she hasn't even looked at me, although I must say she doesn't look half bad. And she keeps pissing off Potter and Weasel. Besides, she is hotter than all the other hags at this school. With her silky looking legs and smooth hair, and all those tight tops and super short skirts. Ohh she looks,' Draco mentally slapped himself. 'I should NOT be thinking of Granger this way!'
Draco regained the conversation with her fellow Slytherins about who they thought were the hottest girls in school.
"I don't care what you think-those Gryffindors sure do know how to grow 'em. I mean just look at them! Almost all the fifth years and above are doable." Proclaimed Blaise.
All the Slytherins in on the conversation nodded eagerly. Things like "Bloody hell, do they have special classes to make the women in there hot?" and "They should make it a rule for Slytherins to shag the bloody woman in that house."
Blaise turned to Draco, "What your opinion on this subject-undoubtedly you've shagged a couple."
"Putting who I've shagged being none of your business aside, I will say that they have turned out some bloody great women. But my challenge to you is to choose the hottest, of our year-and I bet fifty galleons that I can shag her by Christmas holidays."
"Anyone we chose you'll shag?" Goyle questioned; for acting so dumb, he wasn't that much of a git.
"As long as you all agree, you have about twenty minuets until everyone will start to leave so you better make your decision quick." As Draco finished the boys quickly started to name names and rate the girls on how hard and hot they were.
Finally just as people were beginning to leave, all the boys came to a decision on the hottest and hardest girl.
"Draco," Blaise said, "We've come to a decision."
"And...?" Draco said, seemingly bored but actually excited.
"Hermione Granger. On a scale of one to twenty of being hard she rates a nineteen point nine, and on a scale of one to a hundred of being hot she rates a hundred. So-deal?" Draco's eyes widened at the name, but he quickly hid it with an undistinguishable look.
"Deal. Get ready to lose your money Blaise." Draco then got up and left.
Walking out of the hall he purposely bumped into Hermione who had just left. 'I'm totally gonna lose this bet.' Draco thought.
"Hello Granger, what are you up to on this fine evening?" Draco, charmingly, asked.
"Nothing much, I was going to go and get into some more comfortable clothes then go for a walk by the lake, and yourself?" Hermione replied.
"A planned evening of listening to the Slytherins girls bitch and moan over what to wear for the Halloween ball." He said with mock seriousness.
"You've got to be joking, school barely started. And the ball isn't for another month-at least."
"Sad-believe me I know. But you know us Slytherins."
"No-I'm afraid I don't.
"Well-we must always dress for perfection."
"Must you now?"
"Yes we must-except in front of each other; then we mostly just wear jeans."
"Ah-I sort of get it."
"Um...well,"
"Say, would you like to accompany me for my walk, it's a lovely night and we could continue our conversation." Hermione was lightly blushing; Draco noticed but ignored it nonetheless.
"Sure, if you don't mind me changing into more comfortable clothes myself."
"Oh, I don't mind. Why don't we,"
"HERMIONE! What in the bloody hell are you doing to Malfoy?!" Ron asked in disgust.
"Ron-I don't think that was a smart thing to do..." Harry half whispered to Ron.
"Bloody git-have I not made it clear that I would do as I pleased and that you had no say in it? Well-if I haven't, take this as a clue." Hermione looked pointedly at Draco, "Why don't I go with you to change, and then we can decide from there what our plans are."
Draco looked from Hermione to Ron to Harry, and back to Hermione. "What are we waiting for?" Draco held out his arm, Hermione took the hint-grabbed it, and they walked to the Slytherin dorms arm in arm.
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A/N: Ok-I am aware that I write short chapters. That's the reason that I try to put two chapters up at once, but this one is a loner-my supposed life is calling again.