Characters: Hermione/Draco
Rating: R for lemony goodness! (toned down, of course)
**DISCLAIMER** I do not own any of the characters in Harry Potter, nor Hogwarts, etc etc. I only own the plot.
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Chapter II
Draco Malfoy groaned as he stepped through the barrier onto Platform 9 and 3/4 and looked around him. As usual, it was noisy and crowded - two things that he hated. Being crammed in there with all those other people - who knew how many mudbloods were standing close to him. Him, a Malfoy! He frowned and looked behind him for Crabbe and Goyle. They'd probably bounced off of the barrier on the first try, he thought to himself. Lord knows they were slow enough. Yes, you were supposed to ease through the barrier, but that didn't mean you had to go at a turtle's pace. The two finally appeared, muttering something about dumb Muggles looking at them. Draco rolled his eyes. They were probably looking at you because of your stupidity, he thought to himself.
The three of them continued looking around the platform, letting the house elves that had come through with them scamper about, pulling their trunks onto the train. Draco didn't believe in doing any more work than possible, and since his father had sent the elves through with him, why shouldn't he make use of them? One of the elves, particularily tiny and dressed in ragged clothes that were far to big for her, tugged in vain at one of the trunks, her little face screwed up with this effort. Draco watched in amusement. Granger would flip if she saw this, he idly thought to himself, smirking as he remembered her feeble attempts to free the Hogwarts elves when they had been in 4th year. Stupid Mudblood, he thought, shaking his head.
"Hey Draco," Crabbe said.
"What?" Draco snapped, without even bothering to look at the other boy, instead preferring to continue watching the small house elf, who was now muttering to herself feverishly.
"Longbottom's lost that toad of his again, wanna go squish it?"
Draco paused for a moment before slowly looking over at Crabbe. Goyle was standing right beside him, and both of them had pathetically eager looks on their dim faces.
"I bet it'd be fun to step on," Goyle said, a look of glee and anticipation on his face.
Draco shook his head in disgust. "It escapes me how the two of you have made it this far," he said, glaring at the two of them. "You have wands and magic, why the hell would you want to STEP on Longbottom's toad? Can't you think of anything more inventive?"
The blank looks that they had assured him that no, they could not. He gave a sigh of frustration, and turned his head to see if he could spot the bumbling Gryffindor student. He scanned the crowd impatiently, finally catching sight of the other boy standing with his grandmother. He spotted the object of the Crabbe and Goyle's excitement in Longbottom's hands and was about to turn and point this out to the two, when something caught his attention. Out of the corner of his eye he had seen something unusual... He looked in that direction, ignoring Crabbe and Goyle, who had now realized that Neville had his toad back and were asking him to think of something to do for them.
He at once spotted the Weasleys - it wasn't easy to miss the six of them, what with their flaming red hair. They were clustered around someone who he couldn't quite see, all of them chattering excitedly. Potter, no doubt, he thought to himself with disgust. He continued watching idly, curious to see if his nemesis had changed much over the summer. He arched his brow as he saw Ron Weasley envelop the person in a hug. Were the two keeping something from everyone else? He chuckled to himself. How great would that be, he thought. Harry Potter, everyone's pet, "The Boy Who Lived" - gay? Priceless. Then Ron stepped back and for the first time Draco could see who had the Weasleys had greeted so enthusiastically, and his eyes widened with surprise.
It can't be! He thought. But who else would be pushing a cart full of so many textbooks? It must be Hermione Granger, the very Mudblood that had caused him so many problems the previous four years. But he didn't remember Granger looking like this - like she had just stepped off the cover of one of those magazines that the muggles liked to read so much. She hadn't yet put on her school robes, and from the positon that Draco was in, he could see her clearly. She was wearing the same skirt that all the girls in Hogwarts wore, but underneath the skirt stretched a pair of slim legs that seemed to go on for miles. As he let his gaze move upwards, he saw that she seemed to have developed curves in all the right places over the summer. Her hair was sleek and shiny, falling about her face in flattering waves, not big and bushy as he remembered. She smiled at something that Ron said to her, and he saw that her teeth, which he remembered as being overly large for her rather petite face, appeared to be quite normal, although very white.
Get a grip, Malfoy, Draco thought to himself, coming out of it with a snap. What was he doing, staring at Granger? Sure, she might actually pass as a female now, but that didn't mean that she warranted staring at. His teeth ground as he remembered the times that she had humiliated him - the time she had slapped him, or the numerous times that she had proved that she knew much more about certain areas of magic than he, a pureblood and a Malfoy, would probably ever know. He hated her with a passion, and that hadn't changed.
So why was he imagining just what might lie beneath that white blouse of hers? Or what those long legs of hers would be leading to? He grimaced as he caught himself doing it again. He used a small first year student passing nearby as a distraction, sticking out his foot skillfully, just in time to send the much smaller boy plummeting to the floor. He chuckled to himself, and beside him Crabbe and Goyle also broke into laughter, enjoying the look on the boy's face. A girl who must be his sister came hurrying over to help the object of their amusement up, darting an angry glance at Draco as she did so. Draco just laughed harder.
The prickle on the back of his neck told him that someone was watching him, and he looked up to see none other than Granger herself staring at him as she walked away with the Weasley family. She looked quite disgusted, no doubt because of his treatment of the younger student. For a moment he let himself enjoy the sight of the way she moved beneath that short skirt of hers, then allowed their gazes to meet. Just to throw the Mudblood, he smiled lazily at her, then winked, and was rewarded when she flushed. Throwing him an indignant look, she turned away, tossing her hair as he did so.
Well well, Draco thought to himself. It looked as though the year wasn't going to be as boring as he thought. At least he'd have the satisfaction of staring at her through Potions class. In fact, he thought with a broad grin, that would probably make her angrier than anything he could ever say or do could. Hermione Granger was NOT the type of girl to enjoyed being leered at. He chuckled to himself.
Yes indeed - it looked like this year was going to be verrrrry interesting.
Rating: R for lemony goodness! (toned down, of course)
**DISCLAIMER** I do not own any of the characters in Harry Potter, nor Hogwarts, etc etc. I only own the plot.
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Chapter II
Draco Malfoy groaned as he stepped through the barrier onto Platform 9 and 3/4 and looked around him. As usual, it was noisy and crowded - two things that he hated. Being crammed in there with all those other people - who knew how many mudbloods were standing close to him. Him, a Malfoy! He frowned and looked behind him for Crabbe and Goyle. They'd probably bounced off of the barrier on the first try, he thought to himself. Lord knows they were slow enough. Yes, you were supposed to ease through the barrier, but that didn't mean you had to go at a turtle's pace. The two finally appeared, muttering something about dumb Muggles looking at them. Draco rolled his eyes. They were probably looking at you because of your stupidity, he thought to himself.
The three of them continued looking around the platform, letting the house elves that had come through with them scamper about, pulling their trunks onto the train. Draco didn't believe in doing any more work than possible, and since his father had sent the elves through with him, why shouldn't he make use of them? One of the elves, particularily tiny and dressed in ragged clothes that were far to big for her, tugged in vain at one of the trunks, her little face screwed up with this effort. Draco watched in amusement. Granger would flip if she saw this, he idly thought to himself, smirking as he remembered her feeble attempts to free the Hogwarts elves when they had been in 4th year. Stupid Mudblood, he thought, shaking his head.
"Hey Draco," Crabbe said.
"What?" Draco snapped, without even bothering to look at the other boy, instead preferring to continue watching the small house elf, who was now muttering to herself feverishly.
"Longbottom's lost that toad of his again, wanna go squish it?"
Draco paused for a moment before slowly looking over at Crabbe. Goyle was standing right beside him, and both of them had pathetically eager looks on their dim faces.
"I bet it'd be fun to step on," Goyle said, a look of glee and anticipation on his face.
Draco shook his head in disgust. "It escapes me how the two of you have made it this far," he said, glaring at the two of them. "You have wands and magic, why the hell would you want to STEP on Longbottom's toad? Can't you think of anything more inventive?"
The blank looks that they had assured him that no, they could not. He gave a sigh of frustration, and turned his head to see if he could spot the bumbling Gryffindor student. He scanned the crowd impatiently, finally catching sight of the other boy standing with his grandmother. He spotted the object of the Crabbe and Goyle's excitement in Longbottom's hands and was about to turn and point this out to the two, when something caught his attention. Out of the corner of his eye he had seen something unusual... He looked in that direction, ignoring Crabbe and Goyle, who had now realized that Neville had his toad back and were asking him to think of something to do for them.
He at once spotted the Weasleys - it wasn't easy to miss the six of them, what with their flaming red hair. They were clustered around someone who he couldn't quite see, all of them chattering excitedly. Potter, no doubt, he thought to himself with disgust. He continued watching idly, curious to see if his nemesis had changed much over the summer. He arched his brow as he saw Ron Weasley envelop the person in a hug. Were the two keeping something from everyone else? He chuckled to himself. How great would that be, he thought. Harry Potter, everyone's pet, "The Boy Who Lived" - gay? Priceless. Then Ron stepped back and for the first time Draco could see who had the Weasleys had greeted so enthusiastically, and his eyes widened with surprise.
It can't be! He thought. But who else would be pushing a cart full of so many textbooks? It must be Hermione Granger, the very Mudblood that had caused him so many problems the previous four years. But he didn't remember Granger looking like this - like she had just stepped off the cover of one of those magazines that the muggles liked to read so much. She hadn't yet put on her school robes, and from the positon that Draco was in, he could see her clearly. She was wearing the same skirt that all the girls in Hogwarts wore, but underneath the skirt stretched a pair of slim legs that seemed to go on for miles. As he let his gaze move upwards, he saw that she seemed to have developed curves in all the right places over the summer. Her hair was sleek and shiny, falling about her face in flattering waves, not big and bushy as he remembered. She smiled at something that Ron said to her, and he saw that her teeth, which he remembered as being overly large for her rather petite face, appeared to be quite normal, although very white.
Get a grip, Malfoy, Draco thought to himself, coming out of it with a snap. What was he doing, staring at Granger? Sure, she might actually pass as a female now, but that didn't mean that she warranted staring at. His teeth ground as he remembered the times that she had humiliated him - the time she had slapped him, or the numerous times that she had proved that she knew much more about certain areas of magic than he, a pureblood and a Malfoy, would probably ever know. He hated her with a passion, and that hadn't changed.
So why was he imagining just what might lie beneath that white blouse of hers? Or what those long legs of hers would be leading to? He grimaced as he caught himself doing it again. He used a small first year student passing nearby as a distraction, sticking out his foot skillfully, just in time to send the much smaller boy plummeting to the floor. He chuckled to himself, and beside him Crabbe and Goyle also broke into laughter, enjoying the look on the boy's face. A girl who must be his sister came hurrying over to help the object of their amusement up, darting an angry glance at Draco as she did so. Draco just laughed harder.
The prickle on the back of his neck told him that someone was watching him, and he looked up to see none other than Granger herself staring at him as she walked away with the Weasley family. She looked quite disgusted, no doubt because of his treatment of the younger student. For a moment he let himself enjoy the sight of the way she moved beneath that short skirt of hers, then allowed their gazes to meet. Just to throw the Mudblood, he smiled lazily at her, then winked, and was rewarded when she flushed. Throwing him an indignant look, she turned away, tossing her hair as he did so.
Well well, Draco thought to himself. It looked as though the year wasn't going to be as boring as he thought. At least he'd have the satisfaction of staring at her through Potions class. In fact, he thought with a broad grin, that would probably make her angrier than anything he could ever say or do could. Hermione Granger was NOT the type of girl to enjoyed being leered at. He chuckled to himself.
Yes indeed - it looked like this year was going to be verrrrry interesting.