Hi, I don't own a house, I don't own the house phone, I don't pay bills yet, and I don't own Harry Potter! But I do own a dog...and she's so cute....ooo
Who Are You
Hermione was reading outside of Hogwarts next to the lake, basking in the sun, her cloak sprawled in a messy pile beside her. Summer was on its way and she was taking advantage of it, being that she could finally use magic once she out of this school. She was catching up on the spells she would no doubt need in the real world, and she was already applied for an Auror.
Draco Malfoy walked up to Hermione's unknowing self, preparing for a sneak attack on the young woman.
"GRANGER!" he yelled and she sprang from her sitting position, her book falling straight into the water.
"Malfoy! I was reading that!" and he chuckled at her red-faced anger.
"Even better, don't you think?" She glared at him, taking the insufferable git's form in. He was probably the hottest guy in school with his large biceps and strong broad shoulders. His feather like spikes in his platinum blonde hair, his steel gray eyes, his clenched jaw line... Quidditch really had done him some good.
"You git." She dusted herself off and grabbed her overly large cloak, and even though she loathed this person, she was still Head Girl, and Malfoy was Head Boy. He smirked to himself as she stood in his...chest and yelled at him silently. "Do you always have to be the stupid little-"
"Me, little?" he towered over her by at least 5 inches.
"Oh, sod off Malfoy."
"Well, excuse me, Miss Mudblood Granger. I don't remember being the evil one here." He smirked at her again, showing his perfect teeth.
"You lost me my book..." she growled and pushed him. Hermione was slowly losing her cool and Malfoy knew it. He pushed her back playfully, and she curled up her fist and before she knew it, she punched him square in the nose, not knowing how she made it up there. Malfoy stumbled back and stopped just inches from the water.
"You foul wretch!" he shouted at her, holding his bleeding nose, and she shook her aching fist. She turned on her heel and ran for the school of wizardry.
"Be easy on her. It will take time for her to come over." A man stepped out of the forest with a hooded cloak over his face, his voice harsh. Draco Malfoy spit blood onto the ground,
"I just hate it when she does that."
"Listen Malfoy. I don't want my heir harmed in any way. Watch her, she has much to learn." Draco wiped his blood on his cloak sleeve. He pulled out his wand and began twirling it swiftly.
"Can't I just make it so she wants to come? A dream, a letter from Potty head?" he placed a healing charm on his nose and began breathing out of his mouth waiting for the blood to clear.
"From Potter...I suggest that is just perfect." And he turned and walked back toward the Forbidden Forest.
"Now for the parchment to make this work." Draco started for the school and busted his way through the hallways.
"Now class, Professor McGonnagal won't be here today for reasons unknown. I, Professor Krad will be the teacher and head of Gryffindor House until she comes back." The new Professor smiled and most of the girls in the class sighed. Hermione leaned closer to Ron and whispered,
"He's bloody cute..." she sighed, and the last time she did this happened to be with the DADA fraud.
"Right, whatever..." he picked up his quill.
'Today is on animagi and you'll be doing this for your graduating N.E.W.Ts." he pulled his one long golden bane out of his face, that smile deepening. His seemingly golden eyes sparkled and he looked positively beautiful.
"Today's gonna' be a long one, eh, Harry?"
"Yea...you bet, Ron..." Harry groaned, staring at the notes on the board and began writing. Hermione was already all over the notes, even though she had them done at least a week earlier. Malfoy sat in class, slowly writing, Pansy hanging off his arm, making his face turn in disgust.
After most of the note were down, Professor Krad stood from his seat, began walking through the rows of students checking their work. His lips were pursed together, looking at the Slytherin's untidy handwriting, but he grinned at Malfoy's. He leaned in and asked Malfoy a question not meant for other's ears, and the Gryffindors stared, wondering what was going to happen.
"...Correct. Ten points to Slytherin." He started for the Gryffindor side with a look that said 'Don't disappoint me'. The Professor stood ahead of Hermione Granger and whispered in her ear. "I hear you're the smartest witch here...don't disappoint me. What are the side effects of being an Animagus?" his eyes twinkled and she almost lost herself. It tickled her earlobe as his breath traveled inside to her brain.
"Er, the downfall of Animagi depends on the animal you choose, however the animal acts and feels when it comes to mating, it becomes unleashed while in human form. No matter how tame the animal is, it would seem extremely rash and unneeded to the beholder of the power to change." He stood back and had an even wider grin,
"Fifty points to Gryffindor." He just pat her shoulder leaving her to her thoughts and Ron silently cheering along with the rest of them. She could just feel the Slytherins' glare on her, and she didn't like that feeling.
"Great Job, 'Mione! Fifty points?! Did you see the looks on their slimy faces?!" Ron laughed to himself and Hermione laughed with him. Harry was too busy looking at a paper on Auror training to even think about those things.
"Did you have any worries?" Hermione joked with Ron, and he shook his head, his spiky red hair flipping everywhere.
"Never a doubt."
"Good." The trio walked into the grand hall, they were free for the next two hours. Hermione sat in her spot, facing the Slytherins, Ron, and Harry. Harry ruffled his hair before dropping the paper, looking back to his friends.
"I can get in if I have the right amount of Galleons."
"How much is that?" Ron asked, and Hermione answered,
"Three thousand Galleons." And Ron's mouth dropped open, and Harry sighed,
"Don't worry, I have enough." Harry leaned forward on his arms, his biceps pushing out on his shirt. And at that moment, Draco Malfoy walked in with his posse and his personal slut, Pansy.
"Let go of me, Pansy," he growled at her and she clung on tighter. Hermione's eyes followed him until he sat down and she chuckled to herself.
"What?" Harry looked at her, and began following her gaze.
"Check that out." She said pointing to Draco and Pansy struggling over letting go or not until they nearly fell, and the trio broke out in guffaw. They laughed even harder once Pansy did fall, landing on her bottom and yelping out in pain.
"I said let go the first time!" Draco said emotionless. Blaise Zambini didn't think to help her up; he just took her spot and forced her to sit next to Goyle. Draco fixed his hair and Hermione had been reminded of that video game called Final Fantasy X or X-2 ((AN: Yes, I said Final Fantasy...cause that IS my fantasy, and if you don't like it, then up yours! t . t)). Draco's hair was exactly like that evil look-alike of Tidus. Not to mention she thought that character was pretty sexy to begin with, but she never told anyone else that.
"Heh, the ugly slut finally got what she deserved." Ron leaned on his fist, pushing his cheek up.
"Yeah." Hermione stared over the Slytherin students, then back to Harry and Ron. She made note that Blaise wasn't that far behind in the Hotness Race with his broad shoulders, glowing honey eyes, his dark Italian skin, and his black hair with white highlights in them. ((AN: I do know that Blaise Zambini...is a girl in the books, but here...she is a MAN! And a hot one at that. .y))
"Well, Snape's next." Ron groaned, accidentally dropping his head onto the wooden table with a large smack. Apparently, Slytherin was watching this and laughed until they peed their pants...or so it seemed.
"Ron! Are you ok?!" Hermione pulled him up, glaring at Malfoy and his evil posse.
"Arg..." he rubbed his forehead, and she flipped out her wand, muttering a healing charm.
"Ron, you have to watch what your doing." Harry pat his back, Ron's forehead already gaining a red mark the color of his hair.
"Excuse me, but I'm going to look up on the homework before he gives it." Hermione took and went out the door, this time, Draco's eyes following her.
DRACO POV"Look at her." Pansy sneered, "Thinking she's all that." And I shoved her from my spot, whispering,
"That's because she is all that. She's the Heir you stupid blonde." He spat at her, and Blaise joined in,
"Why were you even put in Slytherin? Cause your pureblood? Or just the school slut? Even Goyle's slept with you!" and Goyle laughed stupidly, not denying the fact that came out of Blaise's mouth,
"So true...hey what's wrong with that?!" and Blaise just smirked,
"Everything." He laughed along with Crabbe and I, and Goyle decided to join in too, his brain too small to understand.
"Ugh, men, such rude things!" she flicked her hair and stomped out the doors and into the halls.
"I wonder how long it took for her to think of that." Blaise laughed.
"Truly." Mustn't be good for her brain. "Now then, we have to get a piece of parchment from Pothead over there. Blaise, I'll leave that for you and I need a self writing quill."
"I have one of those!" Crabbe leaped up and handed him one, I quickly gave him a smack in the head,
"Not so bloody loud!" I whispered, "Now I'm off to keep the little princess occupied." I stood and left, pushing a 6th year out of my way to the exit.
"You jerk!" she called. Thank You! And I smirked pushing through more people, then to the Head Tower. Obviously, Hermione was already inside the common room, or her room obviously, and I looked at my watch, enchanted of course, and walked straight to the portrait. It had two people, obviously they were quibbling over something, and I didn't have time for this.
"Salazar and Godric!" and the stopped what they were doing,
"What do you want?" Godric grinned at me, and I sighed. I should have stayed out of this when I had the chance.
"To get in."
"Well speak up, boy!" Salazar spat. You know, even though I am a Slytherin, he gets on my bloody nerves every blinkin' day.
"Cookie Dough." I sighed, putting my fingers through my hair.
"Ok then. Wait, do you think Dumbledore should buy the Lemon Drops, or get the Exploding Chocolate Toads?!" Salazar added, and Godric screamed the Lemon Drops,
"He should get Lemon Drops, now let me in!" I yelled at them, rubbing my temples. Those two were always squabbling over nothing, small things such as candies and with angry faces; they swung the portrait open and let me in. Thank Merlin. I would have punched a hole in them if they did let me in my own place.
"Hmm. Nothing is on the sheet today." And for the second time today, I decided to gain pleasure in scaring the sense out of Granger. I stalked up, grinning madly, and grabbed her shoulders. I laughed as she acted like lightning had just shocked her.
"Ahahaha!"
"Malfoy! You jerk!" She pushed me and I dropped my cloak over the green couch she was on.
"If I'm not mistaken, your on my couch." And took my place, staring around the large common room. My side was completely green and silver, save for the door, which just had a snake, poised for attack with venom dripping from its first weapons. Her side was all bright and cheery with gold and scarlet, a lion emblem on her door, but it was bowing in respect for the Gryffindor. It looked quite solemn with his head bowed, his golden mane falling onto its flat face, eyes closed as if it were thinking. But back to the matters at hand, she was already seated on her couch, glaring daggers at me.
"..." She just glared with her eyes dark instead of their beautiful luster.
"I know I'm sexy, but no need to stare, Granger. Geez." And she gaped at me. I leaned back, opening my shirt a bit; it always seemed stuffy in this common room. In the Slytherin common room, it's always clammy and cold, just right for the snake to sleep in.
"What are you doing?!" She wailed, looking away,
"You were looking a moment ago, Mudblood, why not now?" I smirked; I loved to torture this girl, even if she was the heir to the 'Dark' Lord's reign. Or just so his bloodline is passed down.
"You, you foul, wretched...evil...evil thing you!" She stood and stomped into her room. I chuckled to myself.
"Little, wittle Granger mad at the evil ferret?" I babied her through her door so she would hear me, and then I noticed I insulted myself, and I gasped. Then I quickly recovered...that was until she came out of her room blasting me with a dueling spell, sending me into the stone walls.
"Don't ever push me again, Malfoy." I just wanted to curse at her, to strangle her right there, but unfortunately for me, my wind was taken away by little demons. I'll kill them later. So I just sat there gasping for air, my wand rose, and it clicked,
"Stupefy!" I let my tongue slip and she was sent back in her room, luckily she landed in her canopy bed, stunned slightly. She gasped, gripping her chest as she sat up, her wavy hair in her face. "You deserved that one!" I yelled, and stood, wobbling to stay that way. She hit me hard, straight in the lower chest too.
"Bite me!" She yelled. That little girl had enough of me and I could tell. Heck, in 3rd year, she nearly broke my nose doing it the muggle way. I truly hated that then, but after I was told about the finding of the heir, seriously, she looks like Riddle anyway, I decided to cool down to small stunning charms.
"Watch me do it!" I glanced at my watch and clutched the black robe with a heavy badge on it. "Hurry, mudblood, we'll be late."
"What's with this we crud?!" she grabbed her things, sliding off the bed and ran out to the common room. I was halfway out the door until she pushed me straight out and ran the rest of the way down that hallway. I landed...quite ungracefully on the marble floor, and skid, growling to myself. Just you watch yourself Granger. You're mine as Riddle's.
ALL POVHermione bust into the room late, Professor Snape glaring at her,
"Miss Granger, why are you late?" Snape looked like a slimy...overgrown bat to her,
"Malfoy cursed me." She sat next to Harry and Ron, knowing he'd take off points for being a Gryffindor.
"Ten points from Gryffindor for being a liar to the teacher." And Draco slid in, Snape only giving him a warning, as he sat next to Blaise.
"Malfoy cursed you?" Ron whispered and Hermione nodded, and left out her own doing. Ron grinned and began listening...for once.
"Turn to page 394...Today, we are going to make the Uzzolo Potion-"
"But, Professor, I-" Hermione started, and he silenced her with is hand,
"Shh...you'll ruin the mood" his eyebrows rose and he continued, "...I've taken the liberty...of pairing you with your partners." He grinned. Draco grinned in return, knowing he didn't get Granger, but instead, she was getting his mini-him. "Brown, Malfoy ...Parkinson, Potter...Patil, Goyle...Granger, Zambini...Longbottom, Weasley." And Ron leaped with joy in his mind, Harry slumped his head down until it smacked onto the table and Hermione was stunned. Pansy growled at the fact that her 'Drakiepoo' would be with Lavender who really didn't give a hoot. Zambini sat himself next to Granger, acting all too happy to be there.
"Hey." He whispered in her ear. Hermione knew that he knew what that potion was. He was Italian for Merlin's sake. "We're gonna' have some fun." He grinned and she sighed out of annoyance.
"Uzzolo Potion, meaning the Lust Potion in Italian. Look on the board, follow the directions, and I mean follow the directions and no one should be talking." He left the room for to go to his own office, rubbing his forehead.
"I'll get the things." Zambini stood and went up to the ingredients desk with the rest of the Slytherins and began a small chat amongst them.
"Pansy, ask Potter for a piece of parchment, don't ask why, Blaise, keep Granger occupied, Goyle get your stuff and go, and my, my, Weasley decided to come up to the ingredients front." Draco grinned, placing his ingredients on his own table, next to his cauldron.
"Sod off, Malfoy." He picked up his stuff and went to sit back down with Neville.
"Don't forget." Draco sat next to Brown, and began doing as the board said. Blaise soon took his spot next to Hermione, setting his ingredients next to her.
"Kay, Kay. Lets go." Blaise started grounding a flower as it said to do first on the board while Hermione chopped wormwood after she added the pond water into the cauldron. This potion was supposed to turn out clear, just like the truth potion, so it would go undetected. Hermione had a feeling something would go wrong and it went with Malfoy in the first place. After then next few minutes, Blaise started talking to her, bugging the insanity out of her.
At this moment, Pansy asked Harry for a piece of paper. He hesitated, but he gave her the parchment, and she kissed him on the cheek, making him scream in disgust.
"Ew! Sickness! Mother of Merlin!" he rubbed his check till it was raw and she huffed, the whole class looking at him and her. "What! She kissed me!" he wailed. And the whole class broke out into a cacophony of sickened sounds.
"What is the matter?" Snape burst into the room, his hair messier than before.
"Pansy kissed Pothead." Blaise laughed and Snape's nose wrinkled.
"I didn't think you would stoop that low..."
"We're finished..." Hermione sighed watching the rest of the color fade until it was nothing but a see through liquid.
"Good. Tube it and lay it on my desk with your names on your flasks." He said, throwing his cloak like Batman and his cape, going back into his room. Hermione lifted some to her flask and took it up, popping the top on. Blaise, being Slytherin wanted to bend the rules but putting some in a small tube, then the rest in a flask. Blaise began writing a letter to Draco, who was just ahead of him.
Change of Plans, Malfoy. Charm her into coming.
Blaise ZambiniAnd he passed it back to him, and he grinned. What Draco didn't know was that Pansy was reading over that broad shoulder of his. That's when it hit her; she'd charm him to her and ruin their plans, no matter what the price.
"Ah, done." Neville sighed and Ron had a few plans for himself. He did the same exact thing that Blaise did; he just didn't really know how he would get it to her. He'd figure it out later on in the day. The bell rang as soon as Goyle and Parvati had finished theirs; Goyle had been fooling around and messed up the potion two times, gaining six marks on his face. They were scratches from the acid like mess-ups that exploded on him.
Hermione was already out, and she dreaded that day in that class. Blaise was hitting on her the rest of the time in class, and she was so close to cursing his-
"Assignment was finished just on time!" Parvati yelled in joy, running for her dorm with Lavender.
"Urgh...I hate Slytherin."
"I know 'Mione. It's horrible! But, tell me. Was it fun cursing Malfoy?" Ron put his arm on her shoulder, holding his books under his left arm.
"It was brilliant."
"No ferrets?" Harry joined in,
"I didn't even think about that." Hermione said grinning, she'd try it next time.
"Come on, to the Gryffindor Common Room, Harry. See you 'Mione!" Ron pulled Harry away by the throat towards the staircase.
Hermione kept walking to her dorm, Draco already in his room, sending a letter to the Lord himself.
BLAISE POVMeanwhile, I was walking through the halls, towards the boy's bathroom, cause I had to really piss, and you know how that is, guys. I couldn't believe the things I said to Granger, but it was part of the plan at the time. I don't feel the least bit ashamed, every Slytherin knows about her heritage, even Pansy. Sometimes I wish she was never alive she would just go to-
"Hello, Blaise!" Pansy walked up to me. I had no choice but to talk, but I swear, if she touches me, I'll try and kill her myself.
"What do you want, Pansy?" I never really thought about it, but what if Hermione didn't look at Draco first? What if she looked at Pansy...Merlin, if that happens... kill me.
"Just wanted to ask you something." She laid her hand in my pocket, and I quickly grasped her hand tightly.
"Get away from me." I bared my teeth at her. She seemed to back down, and snatched her hand out of my grasp,
"You're so mean. I'll ask Drakiepoo then."
"Would you stop calling him that?!" I yelled in her ear, and she just smiled at me with her horrid face.
"Never." And instantly, I whipped out my wand, threatening to kill her here,
"Zambini! What is the meaning of this?!" but I was foiled by Goody-goody Gryffindork Weasley. Not that stupid bloke, but his hot little sister, Ginny Weasley. Yea, yea, I had the hots for her, and I slipped my wand into my pocket, next to the tube.
"Nothing out of the ordinary, Ginny." I added, just to make her glare. With me, people just look so hot when their angry, and she looked the best to me.
"Blaise Zambini, I don't give a blinkin' arse if you're doing nothing out of the ordinary! Stop staring atme!" and that slut, Pansy, ran off as fast as she could, Ginny yelling at her the whole way.
"Pansy! Twenty...no fifty points from Slytherin!" and I put on the most shocked face I could muster and she turned back to me, her face beaming with anger. "Merlin, being a prefect...is so hard!" she huffed and began walking away from me.
"Heh, you have no idea..." I kept staring.