Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns all.
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Pairing: Hermione/Draco
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Rating: in question... for now PG-13
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Summary: It's the summer after sixth year and Hermione Granger has been through hell at home. Without anyone to comfort her, she walks out on hter parents and finally flees to Hogwarts. What happens when she arrives is completely unexpected.
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Chapter 2: Recognition and Surprises
Harry was walking toward me quickly now. Draco scurried off to Pansy and Blaise who were talking in a corner. I tried to look casual, but I knew my nervousness showed in my face. I didn't know how to explain anything to him. I couldn't just yet, but he was already in front of me.
"Hey. I'm Harry. Harry Potter." He stuck his hand out. Just like Draco, that was strange. I turned toward him and looked into his eyes. "Hi Harry." I sounded shy, not my usual surety. He looked at my face long and hard. It was as if he was trying to memorize it. Then, he gasped in sudden realization. He knew it was me.
"Hermione?" I don't think he would have been more shocked had it been Voldemort saying he decided to be good. "Is it really you? What the HELL is goin on?"
"Harry, please calm down. You're making a scene. I have a few questions to ask you before I go answering any of your's. For one thing, where have you and Ron been all summer? I haven't heard from either one of you. For all I knew, you were dead. You've got to explain yourself to me first. Then, maybe we can discuss my summer." I let my fury fill my eyes so he could see how serious I was.
"We can't talk here. We need to find someplace private."
"We can meet in my common room after this meeting. Just knock and I'll let you in."
"What about Malfoy?"
"Don't worry about it. I'll take care of him. Just be there by 9:00. Now, quiet, the meeting is about to begin."......
.....several minutes later.....
Malfoy and I walked down the hall to the Head Dorm. We had to come up with and agree on a password. I had no problem with agreeing to any password as long as he agreed to stay away and allow Harry and me to talk. He chose 'pureblood' in honor of his house and his family.
The portrait swung open and we crawled inside. We stared in awe at the room. A fluffy scarlet couch stood opposite two overstuffed emerald green chairs. An oak and glass table sat between the couch and chairs. A huge glass fountain was placed in one corner and water flowed around it. Four candlelit chandeliers and multiple candlesticks gave a soft glow to the room. On the far wall, there was a huge ston fireplace complete with several stacks of wood. To the left and right of the fireplace, stone stairs let to our rooms. To the right of the portrait hole, an oak door led to the bathroom. And to the left of the portrait, another oak door opened to reveal a small library.
We explored the library first. It contained three bookshelve of various wizarding books: histories, biographies, dictionaries, encyclopedias, and, of course, spell books. A round cherrywood table sat in the middle of the room surrounded by four cherrywood armchairs with black velvet cusshions. Several other black cushions big enough to lay on littered a corner.
We went down the hall to the bathroom. The first thing we saw was a huge jacuzzi. It was surrounded by ten different-shaped faucets. Two were water, on hot, one cold. The remaining eight contained shampoo, conditioner, soap, and five different bubble-baths: floral, sea-salts, milk, powder, and honey. Two more doors led to seperate bathrooms and showers. Malfoy's was decorated in green and silver, mine in red and gold.
I turned so fast to go to my room that I nearly knocked Malfoy off his feet. He grabbed my arms to regain his balance. But he didn't release them.
"Get off me Malfoy!" He quickly released my arms and spat, "You nearly knocked me over. I was trying to keep my balance Granger! The least you could do is help me."
"Fine. You're right. If we're going to live together, we'll have to at least be civil." I couldn't believe I was going to be nice to Draco Malfoy. What was wrong with me?
"That's right. Maybe we should start over. What do you say?"
"That sounds like a good idea to me." I stuck my hand out to him. "Hello. My name's Hermione Granger."
"Draco Malfoy. Nice to meet you."
"So tell me something about yourself." We walked out of the bathroom and sat down on the couch.
"I'm seventeen. I'm Head Boy at Hogwarts. My father is in league with Voldemort, wants me to follow him, and I don't want to. I want to defeat Voldemort and make something of myself. Oh, and I'm the sexiest boy in school. And I do believe, Miss Granger, that you may be the sexiest girl." He smirked as he spoke and his eyes sparkled mischieviously. But he was dead serious. "Now tell me about yourself."
"I'm also seventeen. I'm Head Girl. My parents are Muggles who I never want to see again. I also want to defeat Voldemort. I think you may be the sexiest guy in school and I want to know why you believe me to be the sexiest girl. And what you intend to do about that fact." I was baiting him. I wanted to know how he would react and I really was curious about his opinion of me.
"I think you are the most beautiful girl in school because you are. None of the others hold a candle to you. You're smart and sweet and can take care of yourself. You may be a mud-... sorry... Muggle-born, but you're probably the best witch in school. I know what you're thinking. But I'm not just saying all this to get you. It's true. I've thought it for a while now." His eyes held no lies for me to accuse him. I believed him. I don't know why but I trusted him. At that moment I knew he wouldn't hurt me and my plan was ruined.
His words rendered me speechless. I tried several times to speak, but I had to give up as tears came to my eyes. I turned away from him and buried my face in a pillow. He stood and walked around to face me. He started stroking my hair and massaging my shoulders. Why was he being so nice to me?
"Hermione?" He'd used my first name. I couldn't believe it. "What's wrong? Did I say something I shouldn't have? Hey. Talk to me, please."
I slowly lifted my head. My makeup was smeared from the tears. I wiped my face with my robes and looked at him. He deserved the truth. I had to tell him. He had told me about his father; I could tell him about mine.
"Okay. I don't feel like explaining it twice, so you'll have to wait until Harry gets here. For now, lets' go see our rooms."
We walked together up the stairs to his room. The door was marked by a silver plate that read 'Head Boy'. There was no doorknob, but the portrait to the left of the door, a picture of Draco actually, spoke "Tap the silver plate on all four corner beginning with the bottom left and continue clockwise." Then the portrait disappeared. Draco tapped the plate and the door swung inward to reveal a spacious bedroom. A king-size four-poster bed stood on the far wall covered in emerald green blankets. Two windows on either wide of the bed looked out over the grounds to the Forbidden Forrest. They were framed in green curtains. Silver carpet covered the floor and silver sheets peeked out from under silver and green pillows. A huge oak closet stood on one wall and a matching desk and chair sat on the other. It was stunning.
"These people certainly know how to decorate, don't they?" I asked, trying to lighten the mood. He just nodded, still in awe of how awesome his room looked.
"Let's go see what they did to your's." We turned to walk out the door. He paused and ushered me through the door first. He was really trying to be nice.
I led him up to my room and once again a portrait, of me this time, explained how to open the door. I tapped a gold plate that read 'Head Girl' and once more the door swung open. This time, however, it revealed a red and gold decor. The carpet, curtains, sheets and pillows were a rich crimson. Shimmery gold blankets covered a king-sized four-poster cherrywood bed. The only other furniture was a cherrywood desk and chair. The closet was already filled with my clothes and my trunk was placed at the foot of the bed. It was beautiful.
"I think I like your room better. It seems warmer." He was trying to make me feel better and it was working. I hoped Harry wouldn't get too mad at me for trying to become friends with Draco. Just because Harry and Draco hated each other did not mean that Draco and I couldn't be at least friends. Maybe I could continue with my plan after all. But instead of being friends with Draco, I'd up the stakes and go for the goal. We were the Head Boy and Girl and the best looking witch and wizard in the school. It coud work out as long as Harry and Ron didn't get in the way for me, or Blaise and Pansy for Draco.
By this time we had walked back down the stairs and sat on the couch. We were sitting close enough that if either of us had moved we would have touched. Draco was sitting close to the arm of the couch. He casually snuck his arm around my shoulders. I automatically leaned into him even though I was surprised. I felt him tense up as I relaxed against him, but he relaxed when he realized that I wasn't going to slap him again. We sat silently for a few minutes, then I heard a faint knock outside the room. Harry had finally arrived just as we had gotten comfortable.
"Come on in Harry!" I didn't want to move so I just yelled for him. I didn't think what a shock it would be to walk in and see Draco and I sitting as we were. When I saw the shocked look on his face, I knew my mistake would take some explaining. My list of things to discuss kept growing all the time. Harry's slight list looked more and more appealing. It was going to be a long night.
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So what do you think? My fingers are now in shock that I just typed all that and my brain is overheating. I'll try to post more again tomorrow or maybe this weekend. I leave for California next Thursday, so no posts between March 24-30... Sorry... But I'll do my best after I get back.
For now it's your turn - Please review.... this story is really fun...
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Pairing: Hermione/Draco
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Rating: in question... for now PG-13
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Summary: It's the summer after sixth year and Hermione Granger has been through hell at home. Without anyone to comfort her, she walks out on hter parents and finally flees to Hogwarts. What happens when she arrives is completely unexpected.
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Chapter 2: Recognition and Surprises
Harry was walking toward me quickly now. Draco scurried off to Pansy and Blaise who were talking in a corner. I tried to look casual, but I knew my nervousness showed in my face. I didn't know how to explain anything to him. I couldn't just yet, but he was already in front of me.
"Hey. I'm Harry. Harry Potter." He stuck his hand out. Just like Draco, that was strange. I turned toward him and looked into his eyes. "Hi Harry." I sounded shy, not my usual surety. He looked at my face long and hard. It was as if he was trying to memorize it. Then, he gasped in sudden realization. He knew it was me.
"Hermione?" I don't think he would have been more shocked had it been Voldemort saying he decided to be good. "Is it really you? What the HELL is goin on?"
"Harry, please calm down. You're making a scene. I have a few questions to ask you before I go answering any of your's. For one thing, where have you and Ron been all summer? I haven't heard from either one of you. For all I knew, you were dead. You've got to explain yourself to me first. Then, maybe we can discuss my summer." I let my fury fill my eyes so he could see how serious I was.
"We can't talk here. We need to find someplace private."
"We can meet in my common room after this meeting. Just knock and I'll let you in."
"What about Malfoy?"
"Don't worry about it. I'll take care of him. Just be there by 9:00. Now, quiet, the meeting is about to begin."......
.....several minutes later.....
Malfoy and I walked down the hall to the Head Dorm. We had to come up with and agree on a password. I had no problem with agreeing to any password as long as he agreed to stay away and allow Harry and me to talk. He chose 'pureblood' in honor of his house and his family.
The portrait swung open and we crawled inside. We stared in awe at the room. A fluffy scarlet couch stood opposite two overstuffed emerald green chairs. An oak and glass table sat between the couch and chairs. A huge glass fountain was placed in one corner and water flowed around it. Four candlelit chandeliers and multiple candlesticks gave a soft glow to the room. On the far wall, there was a huge ston fireplace complete with several stacks of wood. To the left and right of the fireplace, stone stairs let to our rooms. To the right of the portrait hole, an oak door led to the bathroom. And to the left of the portrait, another oak door opened to reveal a small library.
We explored the library first. It contained three bookshelve of various wizarding books: histories, biographies, dictionaries, encyclopedias, and, of course, spell books. A round cherrywood table sat in the middle of the room surrounded by four cherrywood armchairs with black velvet cusshions. Several other black cushions big enough to lay on littered a corner.
We went down the hall to the bathroom. The first thing we saw was a huge jacuzzi. It was surrounded by ten different-shaped faucets. Two were water, on hot, one cold. The remaining eight contained shampoo, conditioner, soap, and five different bubble-baths: floral, sea-salts, milk, powder, and honey. Two more doors led to seperate bathrooms and showers. Malfoy's was decorated in green and silver, mine in red and gold.
I turned so fast to go to my room that I nearly knocked Malfoy off his feet. He grabbed my arms to regain his balance. But he didn't release them.
"Get off me Malfoy!" He quickly released my arms and spat, "You nearly knocked me over. I was trying to keep my balance Granger! The least you could do is help me."
"Fine. You're right. If we're going to live together, we'll have to at least be civil." I couldn't believe I was going to be nice to Draco Malfoy. What was wrong with me?
"That's right. Maybe we should start over. What do you say?"
"That sounds like a good idea to me." I stuck my hand out to him. "Hello. My name's Hermione Granger."
"Draco Malfoy. Nice to meet you."
"So tell me something about yourself." We walked out of the bathroom and sat down on the couch.
"I'm seventeen. I'm Head Boy at Hogwarts. My father is in league with Voldemort, wants me to follow him, and I don't want to. I want to defeat Voldemort and make something of myself. Oh, and I'm the sexiest boy in school. And I do believe, Miss Granger, that you may be the sexiest girl." He smirked as he spoke and his eyes sparkled mischieviously. But he was dead serious. "Now tell me about yourself."
"I'm also seventeen. I'm Head Girl. My parents are Muggles who I never want to see again. I also want to defeat Voldemort. I think you may be the sexiest guy in school and I want to know why you believe me to be the sexiest girl. And what you intend to do about that fact." I was baiting him. I wanted to know how he would react and I really was curious about his opinion of me.
"I think you are the most beautiful girl in school because you are. None of the others hold a candle to you. You're smart and sweet and can take care of yourself. You may be a mud-... sorry... Muggle-born, but you're probably the best witch in school. I know what you're thinking. But I'm not just saying all this to get you. It's true. I've thought it for a while now." His eyes held no lies for me to accuse him. I believed him. I don't know why but I trusted him. At that moment I knew he wouldn't hurt me and my plan was ruined.
His words rendered me speechless. I tried several times to speak, but I had to give up as tears came to my eyes. I turned away from him and buried my face in a pillow. He stood and walked around to face me. He started stroking my hair and massaging my shoulders. Why was he being so nice to me?
"Hermione?" He'd used my first name. I couldn't believe it. "What's wrong? Did I say something I shouldn't have? Hey. Talk to me, please."
I slowly lifted my head. My makeup was smeared from the tears. I wiped my face with my robes and looked at him. He deserved the truth. I had to tell him. He had told me about his father; I could tell him about mine.
"Okay. I don't feel like explaining it twice, so you'll have to wait until Harry gets here. For now, lets' go see our rooms."
We walked together up the stairs to his room. The door was marked by a silver plate that read 'Head Boy'. There was no doorknob, but the portrait to the left of the door, a picture of Draco actually, spoke "Tap the silver plate on all four corner beginning with the bottom left and continue clockwise." Then the portrait disappeared. Draco tapped the plate and the door swung inward to reveal a spacious bedroom. A king-size four-poster bed stood on the far wall covered in emerald green blankets. Two windows on either wide of the bed looked out over the grounds to the Forbidden Forrest. They were framed in green curtains. Silver carpet covered the floor and silver sheets peeked out from under silver and green pillows. A huge oak closet stood on one wall and a matching desk and chair sat on the other. It was stunning.
"These people certainly know how to decorate, don't they?" I asked, trying to lighten the mood. He just nodded, still in awe of how awesome his room looked.
"Let's go see what they did to your's." We turned to walk out the door. He paused and ushered me through the door first. He was really trying to be nice.
I led him up to my room and once again a portrait, of me this time, explained how to open the door. I tapped a gold plate that read 'Head Girl' and once more the door swung open. This time, however, it revealed a red and gold decor. The carpet, curtains, sheets and pillows were a rich crimson. Shimmery gold blankets covered a king-sized four-poster cherrywood bed. The only other furniture was a cherrywood desk and chair. The closet was already filled with my clothes and my trunk was placed at the foot of the bed. It was beautiful.
"I think I like your room better. It seems warmer." He was trying to make me feel better and it was working. I hoped Harry wouldn't get too mad at me for trying to become friends with Draco. Just because Harry and Draco hated each other did not mean that Draco and I couldn't be at least friends. Maybe I could continue with my plan after all. But instead of being friends with Draco, I'd up the stakes and go for the goal. We were the Head Boy and Girl and the best looking witch and wizard in the school. It coud work out as long as Harry and Ron didn't get in the way for me, or Blaise and Pansy for Draco.
By this time we had walked back down the stairs and sat on the couch. We were sitting close enough that if either of us had moved we would have touched. Draco was sitting close to the arm of the couch. He casually snuck his arm around my shoulders. I automatically leaned into him even though I was surprised. I felt him tense up as I relaxed against him, but he relaxed when he realized that I wasn't going to slap him again. We sat silently for a few minutes, then I heard a faint knock outside the room. Harry had finally arrived just as we had gotten comfortable.
"Come on in Harry!" I didn't want to move so I just yelled for him. I didn't think what a shock it would be to walk in and see Draco and I sitting as we were. When I saw the shocked look on his face, I knew my mistake would take some explaining. My list of things to discuss kept growing all the time. Harry's slight list looked more and more appealing. It was going to be a long night.
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So what do you think? My fingers are now in shock that I just typed all that and my brain is overheating. I'll try to post more again tomorrow or maybe this weekend. I leave for California next Thursday, so no posts between March 24-30... Sorry... But I'll do my best after I get back.
For now it's your turn - Please review.... this story is really fun...