Fic Info:
Title: Possible Impossiblities
Summary: I suck at summaires, so.yesh....let's see...ginny and draco end up going to the same summer camp that they were sent to beuz they had good grades in school (theyre smart...? lol...) anyway, GW/DM slash so...just warning you...
*G* =Ginny's thoughts
*D* =Draco's thoughts
*H*=Hermione's thoughts (you get the picture....)
(any other letter...you'll figure it out....)
***New NOTE*** -- (whatever is written in between...) -- are journal entires....mmmmmmkay??
*****newnewnew note ***** I'm back- i have risen from the ashes. you people were going insane w/o this fic...so... here ya go.
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-- I really do hate him. From the depths of my soul. I have such a loath for him. I wish death upon him. I want to see him die. But too bad, because he's my teacher and there's nothing I can do about it. What kind of teacher gives homework at a SUMMER camp?! And in bloody POTTERY class?!? Ugh. How fruity can you be- teach pottery class AND assign homework in it. GRRRRR.
Oh, and Draco is really hot.--
Hermione closed her journal, sighing. Ginny walked into the room, plopping down on her bed. Hermione looked over at her.
"I bet you're wondering why I'm so mad." Ginny said, looking up at the ceiling. Before Hermione could say anything, Ginny began.
"Okay, so there I was, minding my own bloody buisness, and who happens to approach me? None other then the little whore herself. Parkinson had some real nerve. Went off on me for being involved in your little attack on each other, claiming I must have told you to piss her off....when really that bloody bitch started it! So of course, I called her a slut and walked away. I s'pose she's telling on me right now." Ginny made a small *hmph* noise, clenching her fists.
"Ignore her." Hermione said, locking her journal away in her trunk. "I've gotta go."
***
Hermione walked along the lake, and she spotted Draco Malfoy standing alone, skipping stones across the surface of the water. Her breath caught in her throat. He looked at her, stopping what he was doing- a piece of his silvery blonde hair falling in his eyes. She could feel his eyes running length of her body. She felt naked all of a sudden in her spaghetti strap tank top and short daisy dukes, her now straight brown hair falling around her face. She grew closer to him as she walked, pretending she hadn't noticed him.
"Oy, 'Ermione."
She stopped in her tracks. He'd called her by her first name. Hell, he'd CALLED her.
"Er..... yes? .... Um.. I mean... what do you want?" She sputtered. He waved her over, and she had to use every bit of her strength to push forward and approach him. She could smell his cologne and she realized he wasn't wearing a shirt.Why the hell was she looking at his feet?!
"Sorry about all this shit with Pansy," he said. 'WHAT?' Hermione thought, 'He has FEELINGS? He knows the word 'Sorry' exists?!'
"Er, it's alright."
"Nah, really. She's a bitch."
Hermione looked up at him, he was looking out across the water. He continued, raking a hand through his hair. "Which is why we broke up today."
"You did?"
He nodded. "I couldn't take her drama. She was too much." He looked over at her. Were they actually having a civilized conversation?! He looked at her- her straight brown hair falling around her shoulders; she tucked it behind her ear and he noticed the chipping pink nail polish, and the silver hoop earrings. He suddenly wanted to know what else she had pierced...
"Hermione, I... I'm sor-"
"Um, excuze me," a voice came from behind them. The two turned, looking for the source, just as it continued. "Can you 'elp me find my cabin? I came to camp late." Draco's mouth dropped open. This girl- her heavy french accent and long black hair, tan skin, bright blue eyes, glossy pink lips, black lined eyes, tight white tank top that didn't reach the top of her very short jean shorts, revealing a line of her tan middle- looked like a goddess. She raised an eyebrow, waiting for a response.
"Erm.. yeah, sure," Draco said. She smiled.
"'ere, zis iz the pay-pair zey gave me," she said, handing him the sheet of paper in her hand. He took it, noticing her french manicured nails. His eyes followed her hand to her hair where she tucked it behind her ear, and he noticed the diamond earrings. He looked down at the piece of paper. She was in Slytherin.
"I am transferring to 'Ogwarts zis year," she said. "I am from Beauxbatons. Zey suggest I come to zis summer to... get to know everyone before term starts." She paused, smiling. "I guess I vas lucky to meet you first." She smiled warmly at Hermione, who gave her a quick smile before looking away. She already hated this girl. She'd ruined the moment. By.... bloody being so damn pretty. No, scratch that, Hermione thought. She's not pretty. Hell, she isn't even cute. She's GORGEOUS.
Draco handed the paper back to her. "Er, you're in Slytherin." He stuttered. "I'll... I'll show you where to go."
"Oh, zank you! I vas afraid I vould be lost! By zee vay, I am Ella. Ella Kinsington." She stuck out a hand. Draco took it, still gaping.
"D-Draco. Draco Malfoy."
"Nice to meet you, Draco! Now, shall ve? Zeez bags are 'eavy!"
Draco hurried and grabbed her bags. "This way."
Hermione watched them walk away, anger pulsing through her veins.
***
That night at dinner, Hermione watched Ella from the Gryffindor table. She was laughing and carrying on with Draco and his crew, as if they were old friends.
Hermione gritted her teeth, shovelling a spoonful of mashed potatoes into her mouth to keep from screaming. Ginny was mesmerized.
"Mione, have you seen that new french girl? I think her name is Bella or something."
Hermione slammed her spoon down, startling Ginny. "It's Ella," she said through gritted teeth. "And yes, I HAVE had the pleasure of meeting her." She said sarcastically, before getting up, her chair screeching across the floor, and storming out of the mess hall.
~*~
More soon. I had to make it short- sorry!!!
sara
Title: Possible Impossiblities
Summary: I suck at summaires, so.yesh....let's see...ginny and draco end up going to the same summer camp that they were sent to beuz they had good grades in school (theyre smart...? lol...) anyway, GW/DM slash so...just warning you...
*G* =Ginny's thoughts
*D* =Draco's thoughts
*H*=Hermione's thoughts (you get the picture....)
(any other letter...you'll figure it out....)
***New NOTE*** -- (whatever is written in between...) -- are journal entires....mmmmmmkay??
*****newnewnew note ***** I'm back- i have risen from the ashes. you people were going insane w/o this fic...so... here ya go.
*************************************************************************************************************
-- I really do hate him. From the depths of my soul. I have such a loath for him. I wish death upon him. I want to see him die. But too bad, because he's my teacher and there's nothing I can do about it. What kind of teacher gives homework at a SUMMER camp?! And in bloody POTTERY class?!? Ugh. How fruity can you be- teach pottery class AND assign homework in it. GRRRRR.
Oh, and Draco is really hot.--
Hermione closed her journal, sighing. Ginny walked into the room, plopping down on her bed. Hermione looked over at her.
"I bet you're wondering why I'm so mad." Ginny said, looking up at the ceiling. Before Hermione could say anything, Ginny began.
"Okay, so there I was, minding my own bloody buisness, and who happens to approach me? None other then the little whore herself. Parkinson had some real nerve. Went off on me for being involved in your little attack on each other, claiming I must have told you to piss her off....when really that bloody bitch started it! So of course, I called her a slut and walked away. I s'pose she's telling on me right now." Ginny made a small *hmph* noise, clenching her fists.
"Ignore her." Hermione said, locking her journal away in her trunk. "I've gotta go."
***
Hermione walked along the lake, and she spotted Draco Malfoy standing alone, skipping stones across the surface of the water. Her breath caught in her throat. He looked at her, stopping what he was doing- a piece of his silvery blonde hair falling in his eyes. She could feel his eyes running length of her body. She felt naked all of a sudden in her spaghetti strap tank top and short daisy dukes, her now straight brown hair falling around her face. She grew closer to him as she walked, pretending she hadn't noticed him.
"Oy, 'Ermione."
She stopped in her tracks. He'd called her by her first name. Hell, he'd CALLED her.
"Er..... yes? .... Um.. I mean... what do you want?" She sputtered. He waved her over, and she had to use every bit of her strength to push forward and approach him. She could smell his cologne and she realized he wasn't wearing a shirt.Why the hell was she looking at his feet?!
"Sorry about all this shit with Pansy," he said. 'WHAT?' Hermione thought, 'He has FEELINGS? He knows the word 'Sorry' exists?!'
"Er, it's alright."
"Nah, really. She's a bitch."
Hermione looked up at him, he was looking out across the water. He continued, raking a hand through his hair. "Which is why we broke up today."
"You did?"
He nodded. "I couldn't take her drama. She was too much." He looked over at her. Were they actually having a civilized conversation?! He looked at her- her straight brown hair falling around her shoulders; she tucked it behind her ear and he noticed the chipping pink nail polish, and the silver hoop earrings. He suddenly wanted to know what else she had pierced...
"Hermione, I... I'm sor-"
"Um, excuze me," a voice came from behind them. The two turned, looking for the source, just as it continued. "Can you 'elp me find my cabin? I came to camp late." Draco's mouth dropped open. This girl- her heavy french accent and long black hair, tan skin, bright blue eyes, glossy pink lips, black lined eyes, tight white tank top that didn't reach the top of her very short jean shorts, revealing a line of her tan middle- looked like a goddess. She raised an eyebrow, waiting for a response.
"Erm.. yeah, sure," Draco said. She smiled.
"'ere, zis iz the pay-pair zey gave me," she said, handing him the sheet of paper in her hand. He took it, noticing her french manicured nails. His eyes followed her hand to her hair where she tucked it behind her ear, and he noticed the diamond earrings. He looked down at the piece of paper. She was in Slytherin.
"I am transferring to 'Ogwarts zis year," she said. "I am from Beauxbatons. Zey suggest I come to zis summer to... get to know everyone before term starts." She paused, smiling. "I guess I vas lucky to meet you first." She smiled warmly at Hermione, who gave her a quick smile before looking away. She already hated this girl. She'd ruined the moment. By.... bloody being so damn pretty. No, scratch that, Hermione thought. She's not pretty. Hell, she isn't even cute. She's GORGEOUS.
Draco handed the paper back to her. "Er, you're in Slytherin." He stuttered. "I'll... I'll show you where to go."
"Oh, zank you! I vas afraid I vould be lost! By zee vay, I am Ella. Ella Kinsington." She stuck out a hand. Draco took it, still gaping.
"D-Draco. Draco Malfoy."
"Nice to meet you, Draco! Now, shall ve? Zeez bags are 'eavy!"
Draco hurried and grabbed her bags. "This way."
Hermione watched them walk away, anger pulsing through her veins.
***
That night at dinner, Hermione watched Ella from the Gryffindor table. She was laughing and carrying on with Draco and his crew, as if they were old friends.
Hermione gritted her teeth, shovelling a spoonful of mashed potatoes into her mouth to keep from screaming. Ginny was mesmerized.
"Mione, have you seen that new french girl? I think her name is Bella or something."
Hermione slammed her spoon down, startling Ginny. "It's Ella," she said through gritted teeth. "And yes, I HAVE had the pleasure of meeting her." She said sarcastically, before getting up, her chair screeching across the floor, and storming out of the mess hall.
~*~
More soon. I had to make it short- sorry!!!
sara