Snowflake Kisses
Chapter 1: An exciting year
"Joy. A whole two weeks alone at Hogwarts. Why me?" Seventeen-year- old Hermione Lynn Granger asked herself, reading the letter her owl had brought to her moments before. Frustrated, she crumpled up the letter into a ball and threw it across the room, hitting her new cat, Skye, in the head. The cat looked up at her before retreating under her bed, leaving Hermione to her thoughts once again.
"Granger?" came a cold voice from the other side of her closed door.
"What do you want Malfoy?" she answered back, keeping her tone the same as his, but her face showed her true emotions.
"The Head meeting is in five minutes and, being the heads and all, we kinda have to go, so get your bloody arse off that bed and get moving!" responded seventeen year old Draco Malfoy, walking into her room.
He changed so much this summer, Hermione couldn't help but think to herself. Draco had certainly gone through many changes throughout the summer. His platinum-blonde hair was no longer gelled back but fell in his face (only occasionally did he gel it back), his grey eyes still cold as ever, but sometimes she thought she saw sadness and sorrow in them, he had grown to be a good 6'2" and quidditch had done him well. His body was well- toned, but he wasn't so muscular that he was repulsive. Yes the summer had brought much change to Malfoy.
"Ok, ok. Keep your pants on Malfoy.please," replied Hermione, getting off of her bed to find her shoes, as Malfoy eyed her and the improvements in her.
She's bloody gorgeous, even for a mudblood, he thought to himself, looking her up and down. Her once bushy brown hair was no longer bushy but fell in gentle curls down to mid-back, her chocolate eyes are now a honey color and she had curves in all the right places. The summer break treated her well.
"I always knew you wanted to get in my pants, Granger," he commented after her last statement, showing his familiar smirk.
"Fuck off Malfoy," she retaliated, throwing on her shoes and leaving the room with him behind her.
I'd much rather fuck you, he thought to himself, get a hold of yourself Draco, this is the mudblood Granger you're thinking about.
With her in the lead and him following, they got to the Head's meeting, ten minutes late.
"Sorry professor, I couldn't find my shoes," apologized Hermione, taking a seat on one of the couches in the Prefect's common room. Draco sat beside her and the meeting continued.
"This year, the heads and prefects, as you can see, are Justin Finch- Fletchly of Hufflepuff, Parvati Patil from Ravenclaw, Ginny Weasley and Hermione Granger from Gryffindor, and Blaise Zambini and Draco Malfoy from Slytherin. Along with your studies and your duties, its up to you six to plan all of the balls this year. So far, we have three planned: the Halloween Ball on Halloween, the Yule Ball on December 23, and the Sweetheart's Ball on Valentine's day. You have to plan everything for these balls, ok? Good, now that's all for this meeting. Go back to your rooms and get some rest. Goodnight," explained Professor Dumbledore, finishing his speech and leaving the Prefect's common room.
Silence filled the room until finally Hermione spoke, "this is going to be an exciting year I can tell." Everyone nodded in agreement before leaving the room.
A/N: Ok.one chapter down. How is it so far?
Chapter 1: An exciting year
"Joy. A whole two weeks alone at Hogwarts. Why me?" Seventeen-year- old Hermione Lynn Granger asked herself, reading the letter her owl had brought to her moments before. Frustrated, she crumpled up the letter into a ball and threw it across the room, hitting her new cat, Skye, in the head. The cat looked up at her before retreating under her bed, leaving Hermione to her thoughts once again.
"Granger?" came a cold voice from the other side of her closed door.
"What do you want Malfoy?" she answered back, keeping her tone the same as his, but her face showed her true emotions.
"The Head meeting is in five minutes and, being the heads and all, we kinda have to go, so get your bloody arse off that bed and get moving!" responded seventeen year old Draco Malfoy, walking into her room.
He changed so much this summer, Hermione couldn't help but think to herself. Draco had certainly gone through many changes throughout the summer. His platinum-blonde hair was no longer gelled back but fell in his face (only occasionally did he gel it back), his grey eyes still cold as ever, but sometimes she thought she saw sadness and sorrow in them, he had grown to be a good 6'2" and quidditch had done him well. His body was well- toned, but he wasn't so muscular that he was repulsive. Yes the summer had brought much change to Malfoy.
"Ok, ok. Keep your pants on Malfoy.please," replied Hermione, getting off of her bed to find her shoes, as Malfoy eyed her and the improvements in her.
She's bloody gorgeous, even for a mudblood, he thought to himself, looking her up and down. Her once bushy brown hair was no longer bushy but fell in gentle curls down to mid-back, her chocolate eyes are now a honey color and she had curves in all the right places. The summer break treated her well.
"I always knew you wanted to get in my pants, Granger," he commented after her last statement, showing his familiar smirk.
"Fuck off Malfoy," she retaliated, throwing on her shoes and leaving the room with him behind her.
I'd much rather fuck you, he thought to himself, get a hold of yourself Draco, this is the mudblood Granger you're thinking about.
With her in the lead and him following, they got to the Head's meeting, ten minutes late.
"Sorry professor, I couldn't find my shoes," apologized Hermione, taking a seat on one of the couches in the Prefect's common room. Draco sat beside her and the meeting continued.
"This year, the heads and prefects, as you can see, are Justin Finch- Fletchly of Hufflepuff, Parvati Patil from Ravenclaw, Ginny Weasley and Hermione Granger from Gryffindor, and Blaise Zambini and Draco Malfoy from Slytherin. Along with your studies and your duties, its up to you six to plan all of the balls this year. So far, we have three planned: the Halloween Ball on Halloween, the Yule Ball on December 23, and the Sweetheart's Ball on Valentine's day. You have to plan everything for these balls, ok? Good, now that's all for this meeting. Go back to your rooms and get some rest. Goodnight," explained Professor Dumbledore, finishing his speech and leaving the Prefect's common room.
Silence filled the room until finally Hermione spoke, "this is going to be an exciting year I can tell." Everyone nodded in agreement before leaving the room.
A/N: Ok.one chapter down. How is it so far?