A few necessary comments:
NEPTUNE100: This is a pretty good story. Even though you don't know many of the facts. First of all, are you crazy? Malfoy is the enemy, and Dumbledore would NEVER pick him. Never. Second, I don't get the title. It doesn't relate to the story at all. Third, Hermione would never wear make-up to school, never. It's not allowed. And since when are she and Malfoy friends? I mean really, it can never happen. Anyway, back to the make up part. IT'S NOT ALLOWED. And she's going to have a hard year wearing high heeled boots. OK? So you need to change these things.
P.S. Hermione's hair is already curly, what were you thinking. I think that Hermione's hair (if she really needs to change it) should be more straighter. Period.
Author's response: Thank you for the first statement. I have gotten 4 other good reviews. Now, Dumbledore would too pick Malfoy as Head Boy. He is Potter and Weasley's enemy, but not the entire school's. Malfoy gets good grades and therefore has a shot at being Head Boy. The title was the only thing that came to mind. It is their seventh year, and the title kind of means like, "Will this year be the best? The lucky year?" I would love to know why you can't wear make-up to school. Who says it isn't allowed? Why can't two people who have differences, no matter the severity of them be friends? Why can't people at the request of a headmaster put aside their differences and work together? And there is nothing hard about walking in high-heeled boots, I do it myself thanks and my school was half a mile long. Lastly, her hair was more wavy and bushy not defined curl. So, me saying that her hair is curly now is saying that it has definition to it.
So, take these words into consideration. I also think that you need to understand that this is a Draco/Hermione romance fic and in order for that to work they have to be on speaking terms and friends. So, if you want to respond to this be my guest. I will be waiting for a reply.
Now, on a happier note: here is the next chapter.
Hermione awoke the next morning to a knocking on her door. Sleepily she addressed the person knocking. "Come in." She said, sitting up in bed.
Draco opened the door and found her sitting on her bed stretching. "I was coming in her to tell you to get up. It's almost time for Potions."
"Oh no, what time is it?" She said jumping out of bed (literally) and heading for the bathroom.
"It is a little past 9, calm down you are Head Girl. Just tell Snape that you had to patrol the halls." Draco said nonchalantly.
"That's easy for you to say. He's not constantly looking for an excuse to take points away from Slytherin." She said sticking her head out from behind the door. She darted back behind the door. He supposed she was getting dressed. He stood in her room looking around at the decoration in there. It looked to him like a room fit for a queen.
She is a queen though. And pretty soon if you have anything to say about it she'll be your queen. Draco thought. What? This is Granger we are talking about. I could never be with her. It was too funny last night though. I had the poor little thing eating out of my hand. He snickered at this comment.
Almost thirty seconds later Hermione emerged from the bathroom, grabbed her robes off the chair and threw them on over her plaid pleated skirt, which now came to about mid-thigh. The white button down shirt fit her snuggly, not too tight, but just right. And of course the tie just finished off the outfit.
"When you are done goggling over me, we should probably go. We still have seven minutes." Hermione snapped at him.
Damn, he looks so hot just standing there. Yes, you did kiss him back last night, but that doesn't mean you won't be strict on him if you need to be. Hermione thought to herself.
"Accio books." Draco said, showing pride that he didn't have to move.
"Show off." She muttered under her breath.
"What was that? I didn't quite catch it." Draco snickered.
"Nothing let's go." And with that they were out the door to their common room and on their way to the most exciting class of the day: Potions.
Sure enough they showed up five minutes late and Professor Snape was not happy about this. He did as Hermione told Draco he would do, "Ten points from Gryffindor for the Head Girl's lack of being on time." Snarled Snape.
"Figures. I told Draco he would do that." She whispered to Harry, so that Snape couldn't hear.
The two-hour class went on forever. Listening to Snape lecture was just about the most boring thing there is. Hermione would loose her concentration every now and then and start looking out the window. She longed for the bell to ring and release her from this torture. Sure enough not three minutes later, the bell rung.
The students gathered their things and left the dungeon quickly. Hermione was rushing down the corridor with Harry and Ron trying to catch up.
"Hermione! Slow down!" Harry called behind her. She turned around to see the two of them running towards her.
"Sorry guys. I guess my head just isn't in the right spot today." She said, stopping and waiting for them.
"It's okay. What was wrong with you in Potions today? You kept dazing in and out." Harry asked, clearly worried.
"Nothing, it's nothing. I was just up late last night. You know admiring my new room and all." She said smiling. "That and me and Draco had a talk..." her voice trailed off as she remembered what had happened.
"Okay, why weren't you at breakfast?" Ron asked, averting her attention for a moment, then she turned back to Harry.
"I over slept this morning. Draco, being the stupid prat-Oops, I'm not supposed to use nicknames-well, him being himself, he didn't wake me up till a little after 9. So, that left me no time to try and get ready."
"Oh okay." Harry said. "I think that you and Ron should talk. You need to fix what happened last night."
"All I have to say is that he overreacted big time for me simply saying that Draco and I have a truce now. And then my comment about your conversations was not meant as demeaning but more as expressing my feelings towards them. I am not a Quidditch player like you guys. I enjoy the sport yes, but I don't eat, drink, sleep, and live it like you guys."
"Well...I...uh..." Ron stuttered.
"I think what he is trying to say is that he is sorry." Harry assumed from Ron's lack of talking.
"Actually I wasn't going to apologize." Ron snapped back at Harry. "Because I think that I was justified in everything that I said. After all, she is the one becoming friends with your/our enemy. I mean what is wrong with that picture?" Ron's face had become a brilliant shade of scarlet.
"Look Ron if you cant understand at this time why Draco and I are friends, then I'm sorry. I don't want to ruin our friendship over something like this though. I will give you a couple of days to sort yourself out." With that said she was gone. She disappeared down a long and dark hallway.
She turned a corner and there propped against the wall was none other than Draco himself.
"Well, well Draco, the cause of my problems." She smirked at him, and he returned the grin.
"Oh? And should I feel bad about that?" he said in reply.
"What do you want Draco? I was on my way to the common room." Hermione said moving forward a little more.
"I think you know what I want. I have a feeling you didn't get much sleep last night either. You were all I thought about. That kiss, and you." Draco said getting a little closer to her but keeping his distance all the while.
"Oh? And what makes you think that I was up all night?" Hermione questioned, looking smug.
"Well, there's the fact that you slept in this morning." He said moving very close and putting his hands on her arms. "Then there is the fact that you returned the kiss. I admit that you must have been thinking about me a little bit last night." He gave her a slight grin as he looked into her eyes.
"Well...I...I guess that yes you were on my mind last night. But then again, it's not every night that you get to kiss two of your best friend's enemy." She said turning on her heel and walking back towards the common room, a big smile on her face.
That was too easy. Let's just see how long it takes him to come and see if I'll kiss him again. Hmm, I wonder what I could do to tease him. Hermione thought as she skipped down the hallway.
Then it hit her. She would raid her wardrobe and pick out the sexiest PJ's she had and put them on. Then she would simply "chill" in the common room. But in fact she would be waiting for Draco to show up.
So she continued her skipping fest down the hallway with a big smile plastered on her face.
A/N: Hey thanks for the reviews! They help so much. I hope that no one takes offense that their review was not the one answered, but I felt like that one needed answering to clarify some things. Anyways, I love all of you reviewers. It is because of you that I am able to write. Please tell me what you think of this chapter. I know it may see a little short, but I promise the next will be longer.
NEPTUNE100: This is a pretty good story. Even though you don't know many of the facts. First of all, are you crazy? Malfoy is the enemy, and Dumbledore would NEVER pick him. Never. Second, I don't get the title. It doesn't relate to the story at all. Third, Hermione would never wear make-up to school, never. It's not allowed. And since when are she and Malfoy friends? I mean really, it can never happen. Anyway, back to the make up part. IT'S NOT ALLOWED. And she's going to have a hard year wearing high heeled boots. OK? So you need to change these things.
P.S. Hermione's hair is already curly, what were you thinking. I think that Hermione's hair (if she really needs to change it) should be more straighter. Period.
Author's response: Thank you for the first statement. I have gotten 4 other good reviews. Now, Dumbledore would too pick Malfoy as Head Boy. He is Potter and Weasley's enemy, but not the entire school's. Malfoy gets good grades and therefore has a shot at being Head Boy. The title was the only thing that came to mind. It is their seventh year, and the title kind of means like, "Will this year be the best? The lucky year?" I would love to know why you can't wear make-up to school. Who says it isn't allowed? Why can't two people who have differences, no matter the severity of them be friends? Why can't people at the request of a headmaster put aside their differences and work together? And there is nothing hard about walking in high-heeled boots, I do it myself thanks and my school was half a mile long. Lastly, her hair was more wavy and bushy not defined curl. So, me saying that her hair is curly now is saying that it has definition to it.
So, take these words into consideration. I also think that you need to understand that this is a Draco/Hermione romance fic and in order for that to work they have to be on speaking terms and friends. So, if you want to respond to this be my guest. I will be waiting for a reply.
Now, on a happier note: here is the next chapter.
Hermione awoke the next morning to a knocking on her door. Sleepily she addressed the person knocking. "Come in." She said, sitting up in bed.
Draco opened the door and found her sitting on her bed stretching. "I was coming in her to tell you to get up. It's almost time for Potions."
"Oh no, what time is it?" She said jumping out of bed (literally) and heading for the bathroom.
"It is a little past 9, calm down you are Head Girl. Just tell Snape that you had to patrol the halls." Draco said nonchalantly.
"That's easy for you to say. He's not constantly looking for an excuse to take points away from Slytherin." She said sticking her head out from behind the door. She darted back behind the door. He supposed she was getting dressed. He stood in her room looking around at the decoration in there. It looked to him like a room fit for a queen.
She is a queen though. And pretty soon if you have anything to say about it she'll be your queen. Draco thought. What? This is Granger we are talking about. I could never be with her. It was too funny last night though. I had the poor little thing eating out of my hand. He snickered at this comment.
Almost thirty seconds later Hermione emerged from the bathroom, grabbed her robes off the chair and threw them on over her plaid pleated skirt, which now came to about mid-thigh. The white button down shirt fit her snuggly, not too tight, but just right. And of course the tie just finished off the outfit.
"When you are done goggling over me, we should probably go. We still have seven minutes." Hermione snapped at him.
Damn, he looks so hot just standing there. Yes, you did kiss him back last night, but that doesn't mean you won't be strict on him if you need to be. Hermione thought to herself.
"Accio books." Draco said, showing pride that he didn't have to move.
"Show off." She muttered under her breath.
"What was that? I didn't quite catch it." Draco snickered.
"Nothing let's go." And with that they were out the door to their common room and on their way to the most exciting class of the day: Potions.
Sure enough they showed up five minutes late and Professor Snape was not happy about this. He did as Hermione told Draco he would do, "Ten points from Gryffindor for the Head Girl's lack of being on time." Snarled Snape.
"Figures. I told Draco he would do that." She whispered to Harry, so that Snape couldn't hear.
The two-hour class went on forever. Listening to Snape lecture was just about the most boring thing there is. Hermione would loose her concentration every now and then and start looking out the window. She longed for the bell to ring and release her from this torture. Sure enough not three minutes later, the bell rung.
The students gathered their things and left the dungeon quickly. Hermione was rushing down the corridor with Harry and Ron trying to catch up.
"Hermione! Slow down!" Harry called behind her. She turned around to see the two of them running towards her.
"Sorry guys. I guess my head just isn't in the right spot today." She said, stopping and waiting for them.
"It's okay. What was wrong with you in Potions today? You kept dazing in and out." Harry asked, clearly worried.
"Nothing, it's nothing. I was just up late last night. You know admiring my new room and all." She said smiling. "That and me and Draco had a talk..." her voice trailed off as she remembered what had happened.
"Okay, why weren't you at breakfast?" Ron asked, averting her attention for a moment, then she turned back to Harry.
"I over slept this morning. Draco, being the stupid prat-Oops, I'm not supposed to use nicknames-well, him being himself, he didn't wake me up till a little after 9. So, that left me no time to try and get ready."
"Oh okay." Harry said. "I think that you and Ron should talk. You need to fix what happened last night."
"All I have to say is that he overreacted big time for me simply saying that Draco and I have a truce now. And then my comment about your conversations was not meant as demeaning but more as expressing my feelings towards them. I am not a Quidditch player like you guys. I enjoy the sport yes, but I don't eat, drink, sleep, and live it like you guys."
"Well...I...uh..." Ron stuttered.
"I think what he is trying to say is that he is sorry." Harry assumed from Ron's lack of talking.
"Actually I wasn't going to apologize." Ron snapped back at Harry. "Because I think that I was justified in everything that I said. After all, she is the one becoming friends with your/our enemy. I mean what is wrong with that picture?" Ron's face had become a brilliant shade of scarlet.
"Look Ron if you cant understand at this time why Draco and I are friends, then I'm sorry. I don't want to ruin our friendship over something like this though. I will give you a couple of days to sort yourself out." With that said she was gone. She disappeared down a long and dark hallway.
She turned a corner and there propped against the wall was none other than Draco himself.
"Well, well Draco, the cause of my problems." She smirked at him, and he returned the grin.
"Oh? And should I feel bad about that?" he said in reply.
"What do you want Draco? I was on my way to the common room." Hermione said moving forward a little more.
"I think you know what I want. I have a feeling you didn't get much sleep last night either. You were all I thought about. That kiss, and you." Draco said getting a little closer to her but keeping his distance all the while.
"Oh? And what makes you think that I was up all night?" Hermione questioned, looking smug.
"Well, there's the fact that you slept in this morning." He said moving very close and putting his hands on her arms. "Then there is the fact that you returned the kiss. I admit that you must have been thinking about me a little bit last night." He gave her a slight grin as he looked into her eyes.
"Well...I...I guess that yes you were on my mind last night. But then again, it's not every night that you get to kiss two of your best friend's enemy." She said turning on her heel and walking back towards the common room, a big smile on her face.
That was too easy. Let's just see how long it takes him to come and see if I'll kiss him again. Hmm, I wonder what I could do to tease him. Hermione thought as she skipped down the hallway.
Then it hit her. She would raid her wardrobe and pick out the sexiest PJ's she had and put them on. Then she would simply "chill" in the common room. But in fact she would be waiting for Draco to show up.
So she continued her skipping fest down the hallway with a big smile plastered on her face.
A/N: Hey thanks for the reviews! They help so much. I hope that no one takes offense that their review was not the one answered, but I felt like that one needed answering to clarify some things. Anyways, I love all of you reviewers. It is because of you that I am able to write. Please tell me what you think of this chapter. I know it may see a little short, but I promise the next will be longer.