Disclaimer: still don't own anything...oh, oh, oh, oh...I do own something! I
got my otter pops! (Smiles and looks at the one in her hand) they are still
the best thing since Lucky Charms!
A/N: Oh and I have a plan that will make its interworkings later. But not
in this chapter. Sorry, for anyone who happens to care.
~Hermione meets the Slytherins~
Sorda Hermione's P.O.V.
Getting cold in the dark corridor that Draco was leading her threw, Hermione nestled a bit closer to him as he continued to lead her. Not speaking nor indicating a stop anytime soon. 'Where the hell is he taking me!' Hermione thought as she walked on.
Draco abruptly stopped in front of a painting with burning clown on it. In the back round it had a dark midnight sky, with only the moon as the clue of it being night and not some pitch-black room.
"Whoa, that's so...so...unnatural and cruel. Even for Slytherins." Hermione said looking pointedly at Draco.
"I didn't come up with it. Blame Snape-he's the one who chose it for us." Draco replied looking at her eyes with intensity that made Hermione shuffle.
"Well, he's got some fucked up taste in art." Hermione said trying to regain her composure.
"Yeah, well, you should have seen what he had last year. Now that would have made you cringe." Draco said with a sort of smile trying to reach his lips.
"Oh really now. And just what was it?" Hermione scoffed.
"Are you two going to stand there all day chatting or is one of you going to say the damned password and go in!" shouted the clown from the painting.
"It was a lion who was blown up every time someone said the password." Replied Draco, letting out a half-smile at the way she cringed. Hermione whispered a 'what the...' just as Draco said "Hell razor."
"What in the name of Merlin was that!" Hermione exclaimed as she was walked backwards still looking at the painting.
"That was a painting from Snape's personal collection." Draco said, leading a backwards Hermione up a flight of stairs.
Hermione stopped Draco, realizing just exactly where she was, turned around and indicated that Draco continue leading her to where they were going.
'I knew Snape was fucked up but damn, is he mental. And I better keep a lookout for him now; don't want detention for making some first year go all spazzie.' Hermione thought. Then getting a smile a the thought of just how everyone would act if they knew she was here, and actually saw her. "That would totally just fuck with their bloody minds!" she said aloud.
"What, exactly, would 'totally fuck with their bloody minds'?" Draco said with interest.
"Oh, nothing, nothing at all." Hermione said sardonically, "Are we there yet? I mean, I don't see any more stairs to climb or anything, so we must be."
"Well, yes we are here, but once in the dorm, there are more stairs to climb. But only to the individual dormitories." Draco said as if it was obvious.
"Oh, right. I knew that-I swear." Hermione said blushing.
"You haven't been into the seventh year boys dormitories yet have you?"
"Nope-haven't had a need, but mostly haven't wanted to."
"Uh-huh. Well, would you like to come up...or just wait in the living room?" Draco opened the door, revealing Blaise, Goyle, and Crabbe.
"I think I'll go with you to your room." Hermione said looking straight at the three boys.
'Wonder how many rumors are gonna be started at this!' she thought and walked up the stairs, a little behind Draco.
Sorda Draco's P.O.V.
'This bet might just end up being easier then I thought!' Draco thought as he walked up the staircase. Knowing that all the blokes back downstairs would be very interested in what was happening he thought, 'I'll be sure to waste as much time as possible while she's here in my room, alone with me, in my room, Granger, the one I'm supposed to loath, and only ever make fun of for her mudbloodness, and she'll be in my room, alone, with only me. In my room. Alone. Only with me. Bloody hell, what am I getting myself into!'
Turning to Hermione, he said "So, have you thought about who's going to be elected as head boy and girl this year?"
'Smooth, Draco, real smooth-what the hell is wrong with me! She's going to think that I'm such a git!' he thought.
"Actually, no, I haven't. But now that you mention it, I think it's cool that Dumbledweeb would come up with the idea of having a head boy and girl not only based on marks but on who the students think are gonna be good for it. But personally, I think that everyone is going to turn it into a popularity contest. That's one thing both we and muggles have in common." Hermione replied to him, waiting for him to open the door.
"What do we have in common?" he replied.
"The fact that anytime we as people get to 'vote' it's always turned into some sort of popularity contest. The biggest and badest boy will win, no doubt. However, for the girls it can go one of two ways. Either the biggest and badest chick, probably dating the biggest and badest boy will win, or the most popular, slutty, and rich girl will win. That's the way our lives work." Hermione said matter-of-factly.
"Is that so?"
"Yes, it is."
"Hmm."
"Hmm...what?"
"Hmm...I guess I know who will win the 'popularity contest' then."
"Whatever. So, uh, do you plan on opening the door anytime soon or are you going to magically change cloths in the corridor?" Hermione said with a smirk.
"And where, might I ask, did you learn that?" Draco said with a rival smirk.
"How 'bout I let you wonder and you just open the door so we can go for our walk."
Draco opened the door, but added some melodramatics; such as bowing as she walked into the room and saying 'madam' as she walked passed him.
'I wonder why she speaks like that, such a funny accent.' Draco thought as he gestured to sit somewhere.
Hermione took a seat on the bed.
'And I wonder if that's supposed to be provocative. Probably not. But I can probably make it be.' He thought. Then Hermione surprisingly said "I'm amazed that there hasn't been any saying of Mudblood as of late, might I ask why?"
"Well, I don't fancy another kneeing in the balls. That quite hurt you know. Even if it's..." Draco remembered her words from that day on the train. '...no more insults about my mudbloodness-Jackass, I'm not one...' He was thinking about what that had meant. He'd never thought about that, as he was thinking more of how different Hermione looked and the pain in his balls.
"Even if it's what, Draco?" Hermione said pointedly.
"Well, honestly I was going to say 'even if it's true' but I remembered something you said on the train." He looked at her.
"And that was...?"
"That you're not a Mudblood."
"Yeah-so. What relevancy has that to this?"
"Well-in what sense did you mean that you weren't a Mudblood?"
"Huh?"
Draco threw his hands up a little exasperated. "Did you mean it as it's something vile, that no muggle-born should be called, or as that you're not muggle-born, you're a half-blood, or even pureblood?"
Hermione had been playing with a bit of her hair, but froze half-way before he was finished.
"Well? What did you mean?"
"Uh..."
"I'm waiting."
"Uh...well..."
"Can I have a real answer please. 'Uh' and 'well' don't quite complete my question."
"I think I need to go. It's getting late and...I...uh...have homework...yeah, yeah, that's it. Homework. Big thing of it do tomorrow and I can't...uh...I need to finish it...and uh...yeah. So, I'll just be leaving now. Good seeing you again. Nice room. Props on the decorating scheme and all...yeah...uh..." Hermione had backed off toward the door, but when trying to unlock it from behind her back, realized it was locked.
Draco was watching in amusement as Hermione walked backwards, not answering his question, and totally forgetting that it was Friday. 'I wonder what she's got to hide. She's muggle-born we all know that, but as for all this stuttering and avoiding the subject, well it's just doesn't make any sense at all. What in the bloody hell is going on that I don't know about!' Draco was half amused, half annoyed by Hermione avoiding the subject. It always got under his skin when a direct question he asked wasn't replied, but seeing her uncomfortable made him smile. Hey, he was a Malfoy after all; that meant other's discomfort was always at least a bit funny.
Hermione was fighting with the doorknob to open. Not even the many charms she knew were opening the damn thing. "Fuck. What in the hell is the charm to open this door!" She yelled at the smiling Draco.
Draco's smile turned into a smirk. "It's a little charm that makes it possible so that only I, and anyone I chose, can open the door. It helps quite a bit when you have a lot, and I mean a lot of people who just love to come barging in without permission. Works great at home, although it does piss of Lucius quite a bit. All the more reason to do it though, right?"
"Whatever. I have homework due first thing tomorrow and I haven't even started it yet, so would you please just open the damn bloody so I can go do it." Hermione replied hotly.
"You have a assignment due on a Saturday. A day when you're pre-signed up to go to Hogsmeade." It was all said as a statement rather the question it should've been.
"Well...uh...I...umm..." Hermione said, again with a sort of stutter.
"Still not an answer, probably won't ever be either." Draco looked Hermione in the eyes. She looked back. "And I'll let you know that I think it's very strange that you're very upset over something that can mean something so easy as the fact you don't like the word Mudblood. But I'm beginning to think that maybe you're hiding something from everyone. And I for one know that I want to know what it is. So I'm sure that Hero and Sidekick would like to know too." AS Draco was talking he saw the locked up look in Hermione's eyes lock even more.
And in a just barely audible whisper Hermione said, "Not everyone doesn't know."
A/N: ok-as if you'll care but I'm leaving this there. So have fun with the longest chapter so far, and anyone who feels like it can go ahead and guess what 'not everyone doesn't know'. But I'll let you know, that's not the plan interworkings itself into the story. That won't be for another good couple of chapters or so...
~Hermione meets the Slytherins~
Sorda Hermione's P.O.V.
Getting cold in the dark corridor that Draco was leading her threw, Hermione nestled a bit closer to him as he continued to lead her. Not speaking nor indicating a stop anytime soon. 'Where the hell is he taking me!' Hermione thought as she walked on.
Draco abruptly stopped in front of a painting with burning clown on it. In the back round it had a dark midnight sky, with only the moon as the clue of it being night and not some pitch-black room.
"Whoa, that's so...so...unnatural and cruel. Even for Slytherins." Hermione said looking pointedly at Draco.
"I didn't come up with it. Blame Snape-he's the one who chose it for us." Draco replied looking at her eyes with intensity that made Hermione shuffle.
"Well, he's got some fucked up taste in art." Hermione said trying to regain her composure.
"Yeah, well, you should have seen what he had last year. Now that would have made you cringe." Draco said with a sort of smile trying to reach his lips.
"Oh really now. And just what was it?" Hermione scoffed.
"Are you two going to stand there all day chatting or is one of you going to say the damned password and go in!" shouted the clown from the painting.
"It was a lion who was blown up every time someone said the password." Replied Draco, letting out a half-smile at the way she cringed. Hermione whispered a 'what the...' just as Draco said "Hell razor."
"What in the name of Merlin was that!" Hermione exclaimed as she was walked backwards still looking at the painting.
"That was a painting from Snape's personal collection." Draco said, leading a backwards Hermione up a flight of stairs.
Hermione stopped Draco, realizing just exactly where she was, turned around and indicated that Draco continue leading her to where they were going.
'I knew Snape was fucked up but damn, is he mental. And I better keep a lookout for him now; don't want detention for making some first year go all spazzie.' Hermione thought. Then getting a smile a the thought of just how everyone would act if they knew she was here, and actually saw her. "That would totally just fuck with their bloody minds!" she said aloud.
"What, exactly, would 'totally fuck with their bloody minds'?" Draco said with interest.
"Oh, nothing, nothing at all." Hermione said sardonically, "Are we there yet? I mean, I don't see any more stairs to climb or anything, so we must be."
"Well, yes we are here, but once in the dorm, there are more stairs to climb. But only to the individual dormitories." Draco said as if it was obvious.
"Oh, right. I knew that-I swear." Hermione said blushing.
"You haven't been into the seventh year boys dormitories yet have you?"
"Nope-haven't had a need, but mostly haven't wanted to."
"Uh-huh. Well, would you like to come up...or just wait in the living room?" Draco opened the door, revealing Blaise, Goyle, and Crabbe.
"I think I'll go with you to your room." Hermione said looking straight at the three boys.
'Wonder how many rumors are gonna be started at this!' she thought and walked up the stairs, a little behind Draco.
Sorda Draco's P.O.V.
'This bet might just end up being easier then I thought!' Draco thought as he walked up the staircase. Knowing that all the blokes back downstairs would be very interested in what was happening he thought, 'I'll be sure to waste as much time as possible while she's here in my room, alone with me, in my room, Granger, the one I'm supposed to loath, and only ever make fun of for her mudbloodness, and she'll be in my room, alone, with only me. In my room. Alone. Only with me. Bloody hell, what am I getting myself into!'
Turning to Hermione, he said "So, have you thought about who's going to be elected as head boy and girl this year?"
'Smooth, Draco, real smooth-what the hell is wrong with me! She's going to think that I'm such a git!' he thought.
"Actually, no, I haven't. But now that you mention it, I think it's cool that Dumbledweeb would come up with the idea of having a head boy and girl not only based on marks but on who the students think are gonna be good for it. But personally, I think that everyone is going to turn it into a popularity contest. That's one thing both we and muggles have in common." Hermione replied to him, waiting for him to open the door.
"What do we have in common?" he replied.
"The fact that anytime we as people get to 'vote' it's always turned into some sort of popularity contest. The biggest and badest boy will win, no doubt. However, for the girls it can go one of two ways. Either the biggest and badest chick, probably dating the biggest and badest boy will win, or the most popular, slutty, and rich girl will win. That's the way our lives work." Hermione said matter-of-factly.
"Is that so?"
"Yes, it is."
"Hmm."
"Hmm...what?"
"Hmm...I guess I know who will win the 'popularity contest' then."
"Whatever. So, uh, do you plan on opening the door anytime soon or are you going to magically change cloths in the corridor?" Hermione said with a smirk.
"And where, might I ask, did you learn that?" Draco said with a rival smirk.
"How 'bout I let you wonder and you just open the door so we can go for our walk."
Draco opened the door, but added some melodramatics; such as bowing as she walked into the room and saying 'madam' as she walked passed him.
'I wonder why she speaks like that, such a funny accent.' Draco thought as he gestured to sit somewhere.
Hermione took a seat on the bed.
'And I wonder if that's supposed to be provocative. Probably not. But I can probably make it be.' He thought. Then Hermione surprisingly said "I'm amazed that there hasn't been any saying of Mudblood as of late, might I ask why?"
"Well, I don't fancy another kneeing in the balls. That quite hurt you know. Even if it's..." Draco remembered her words from that day on the train. '...no more insults about my mudbloodness-Jackass, I'm not one...' He was thinking about what that had meant. He'd never thought about that, as he was thinking more of how different Hermione looked and the pain in his balls.
"Even if it's what, Draco?" Hermione said pointedly.
"Well, honestly I was going to say 'even if it's true' but I remembered something you said on the train." He looked at her.
"And that was...?"
"That you're not a Mudblood."
"Yeah-so. What relevancy has that to this?"
"Well-in what sense did you mean that you weren't a Mudblood?"
"Huh?"
Draco threw his hands up a little exasperated. "Did you mean it as it's something vile, that no muggle-born should be called, or as that you're not muggle-born, you're a half-blood, or even pureblood?"
Hermione had been playing with a bit of her hair, but froze half-way before he was finished.
"Well? What did you mean?"
"Uh..."
"I'm waiting."
"Uh...well..."
"Can I have a real answer please. 'Uh' and 'well' don't quite complete my question."
"I think I need to go. It's getting late and...I...uh...have homework...yeah, yeah, that's it. Homework. Big thing of it do tomorrow and I can't...uh...I need to finish it...and uh...yeah. So, I'll just be leaving now. Good seeing you again. Nice room. Props on the decorating scheme and all...yeah...uh..." Hermione had backed off toward the door, but when trying to unlock it from behind her back, realized it was locked.
Draco was watching in amusement as Hermione walked backwards, not answering his question, and totally forgetting that it was Friday. 'I wonder what she's got to hide. She's muggle-born we all know that, but as for all this stuttering and avoiding the subject, well it's just doesn't make any sense at all. What in the bloody hell is going on that I don't know about!' Draco was half amused, half annoyed by Hermione avoiding the subject. It always got under his skin when a direct question he asked wasn't replied, but seeing her uncomfortable made him smile. Hey, he was a Malfoy after all; that meant other's discomfort was always at least a bit funny.
Hermione was fighting with the doorknob to open. Not even the many charms she knew were opening the damn thing. "Fuck. What in the hell is the charm to open this door!" She yelled at the smiling Draco.
Draco's smile turned into a smirk. "It's a little charm that makes it possible so that only I, and anyone I chose, can open the door. It helps quite a bit when you have a lot, and I mean a lot of people who just love to come barging in without permission. Works great at home, although it does piss of Lucius quite a bit. All the more reason to do it though, right?"
"Whatever. I have homework due first thing tomorrow and I haven't even started it yet, so would you please just open the damn bloody so I can go do it." Hermione replied hotly.
"You have a assignment due on a Saturday. A day when you're pre-signed up to go to Hogsmeade." It was all said as a statement rather the question it should've been.
"Well...uh...I...umm..." Hermione said, again with a sort of stutter.
"Still not an answer, probably won't ever be either." Draco looked Hermione in the eyes. She looked back. "And I'll let you know that I think it's very strange that you're very upset over something that can mean something so easy as the fact you don't like the word Mudblood. But I'm beginning to think that maybe you're hiding something from everyone. And I for one know that I want to know what it is. So I'm sure that Hero and Sidekick would like to know too." AS Draco was talking he saw the locked up look in Hermione's eyes lock even more.
And in a just barely audible whisper Hermione said, "Not everyone doesn't know."
A/N: ok-as if you'll care but I'm leaving this there. So have fun with the longest chapter so far, and anyone who feels like it can go ahead and guess what 'not everyone doesn't know'. But I'll let you know, that's not the plan interworkings itself into the story. That won't be for another good couple of chapters or so...