A/N: ok since most of you are lost in my story right now, namely because of
my lack of updating... hee... hee... I will give you a last time thinger...
incase some of you haven't noticed I switch for summer holidays to the
school year.. Alternating what happens... so I will give last times for the
two previous chapters... aren't I kind??
Last time (school): "Weasley," Snape sneered through gritted teeth. "Detention, clean this entire room, not one speck is left green. Understood?"
Ron nodded mutely.
"But professor, it wasn't Ron's-" Harry protested.
"Then you can join him Mr. Potter," Snape offered. "Isn't that what friends are for? Helping each other?" Snape growled. "The rest of you, dismissed!"
There was a rush to the door, as students fled the potions class room. Probably hoping that the side effects of what ever Harry, Ron, and Malfoy, were creating, didn't have any side effects.
Last time (summer vacation): Hermione struggled to get free, but he wouldn't let her move. They stayed there for a few minutes. No one moved, and no one said anything. Eventually Hermione couldn't take it anymore. "Um, Harry. Can you let me go now?"
"Oh right. Sorry Hermione," Harry got off of her and sat on his bed not facing her.
"We're going out today, all of us. Maya has a little trip planed for us," Hermione smiled sweetly at him. But he wasn't looking at her, his back was to her. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and she wondered if he was wearing anything at all. He was wrapped up in a comforter. Hermione shook her head at the thought. Noticing she wasn't getting anywhere Hermione went to wake up Ron.
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Chapter Seven: Dead Girls Dancing
Amused Hermione made her way to her next class, potions had been interesting to say the least. Not only had she caused her own commotion, but her best friends had too. An odd sense of pride floated through her. She could hear stalking foot steps behind her, which only entertained Hermione further. Being her playful, deviant, tormenting self her oh-so- loving cousins taught her to be, or just one in particular. Hermione decided class would be boring, and she needed to go for a walk.
"Dead girls dancing, burn and twirl, witch hunt, witch hunt, burn this girl," called a voice behind her playfully.
Hermione's stalker was indeed masculine, certainly following her, and knew the words to Jack off Jill, a Muggle man hating band. At first this almost scared her, a) her stalker either knew about her summer, b) liked to sing not-so-commonly heard Muggle music, or c) was there at the time she was singing that in front of a very large audience. Which was plausible? Too plausible.
Hermione sped off in the direction of her new head dorm. It was the only place she knew that only one other person could get into, and she prayed that her stalker wasn't him. If it was in fact him, then she would be in for a world of humiliation.
Behind her, her stalker was running to, or jogging really. It was like one of those dreams were no matter how hard you run the antagonist is still right be hind you. Like this dream I once had about this giant crab chasing me, and no matter how hard I ran the giant crab was right behind me, it even had lighting bolts shooting out of its eyes. And then I called my friend up and told her what happened, and on the other end all I could hear was the flip of pages, and then a gasp and she said "YOU'RE GAY!" I was like what the hell, and she asked if it had lighting bolts shooting out of its eyes, and I said yes, and she was like, "THAT MEANS YOUR SUPER GAY!" But back to the story.
Hermione skidded to a stop outside the portrait door, she whispered the password and jumped inside. She leaned against the wall breathing heavily. She heard the peeping tom stop outside the door.
She wasn't entirely sure why her first instinct was to run, nor did she know why the person in question followed her. But she did not intend to find out. She swiftly went up to the Boy's Dorm and "borrowed" Harry's cloak.
Quietly she covered herself and slipped out the portrait, there in the hall way she saw Blaise Zambini leaning leisurely against the wall.
"You can take off the cloak Granger, no need to fret," he grinned in her general direction.
"You say that now," she said slipping out from under the cloak and stuffing it in her bag. "I guess you see a lot of girls running away from you."
"It's true Granger, but I thought you would have been a little more original," Blaise sighed.
"I wasn't in the mood," Hermione stated.
"Tell me when you are," Blaise said grinning.
"How about I don't," Hermione said annoyed. "It was really a pleasure talking to you and all, but I am late for Charms," Hermione pushed past him.
"Really?" Blaise asked stupidly following her. "It didn't looked like you wanted to go to Charms to me," Blaise trailed off in thought.
"Well your horrible singing made me decide that Charms is a class I absolutely must attend," Hermione told him.
"And how is that?" Blaise questioned.
"When I think of a good enough lie, I will tell you," Hermione walked faster.
Blaise sped up and didn't say anything for a few moments. Hermione enjoyed the silence, especially as they got closer to the Charms classroom. Suddenly Blaise stuck out his arm and stopped Hermione from moving forwards.
"You only did that to feel my breasts, didn't you?" Hermione asked as she backed up a few steps.
Blaise smirked. "Yes Granger I did," he said taking a step towards her. "Dead girls dancing, burn and twirl," he sang poorly.
"Why are you singing that?" Hermione snapped.
"I like the song," Blaise shrugged. "Witch hunt, witch hunt burn this girl."
"Ok, that's enough, you made your point, anything else?" Hermione asked sharply.
"What were you doing there?" Blaise asked roughly pushing her up against the wall.
"Why do you care?" Hermione asked. "You don't own the place."
"No, but there are certain family's that go there, certain family's such as the Malfoy's," Blaise hissed. "Stay away from Draco, if you know what's good for you," Blaise did a very good impression of Snape as he swished his cloak as he walked away.
"Fuck you!" Hermione shouted to Blaise's back.
"Gladly Granger, just name the time and the place," Blaise sneered back.
Hermione huffed into the Charms classroom. She didn't answer any questions about where she had been, she just that there with angry thoughts about Zambini and his comments. How dare he think she was trying to seduce Draco Malfoy of all people. How dare he tell her who to stay away from. She would have to teach him a lesson.
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"So Hermione, how was your day?" Harry asked eagerly.
"Good I guess," she eyed him curiously. "Why?"
"No reason," Harry said. He elbowed Ron in the sides.
"Stop it Harry, fuck, I'm trying to eat," Ron muttered as they sat there in the great hall eating their dinner.
Harry rolled his eyes at his friend as he they both started shoving large mountains of food into their mouths.
Hermione turned her head in disgust. Her eyes traveled to the other tables, a Ravenclaw boy was eyeing her, and she rolled her eye's in a bored fashion. Slowly her eyes drifted to Draco Malfoy, with a coy expression on his face. He was diligently conversing with Blaise Zambini. Hermione's eyebrows furrowed at the thought of their encounter. Draco raised his head to meet Hermione's gaze, she continued to look at him.
"Hey guy's, I'm gonna go do some stuff," Hermione told Harry and Ron, her eyes not leaving Draco's.
"Yeah sure 'Moine," Harry said in between mouthfuls.
Hermione got up and walked swiftly without a glance back. She wondered if he would follow. She walked to the library and listened for foot steps. She heard none. "Crap," she sighed and pushed through the doors.
Hermione was in the Library for about an hour and no one came in. She was getting a little bored and already finished most of her homework for the next week. She slowly packed up her things and left the Library.
She could hear foot steps behind her as soon as she left the door. She grinned. She headed to the portrait with a basket of fruit with the ticklish pear. She turned another corner, and the footsteps continued behind her.
"Are you going to run away from me?" a voice asked from behind her.
"Possibly," Hermione shrugged and continued walking not looking back.
"Miss Granger, trying to seduce the head boy," laughed the voice.
"In your dreams maybe," Hermione hissed.
"Yes my dreams," Draco Malfoy said. "I have been having some interesting ones lately."
"Oh really," Hermione said sounding quite bored. She had heard from many giggling girls that Draco Malfoy was a sex God, that he was such a charmer, that Draco Malfoy was so handsome and good at whatever he does to a lady. But quiet frankly Hermione was wondering what his intentions were exactly, besides follow her around.
"Yes really," he came up behind her and grabbed her around the waist, "And you seem to be the source of them Miss Granger."
Hermione was stunned for a few moments, she caught her breath, and moved away from his arm. "It's nice to know that you have been dreaming about me, really I'm flattered," Hermione began as she walked closer to the portrait.
Draco laughed, which almost made Hermione smile, keyword being almost. Draco continued to follow her until she was standing outside the portrait door. "If you are hungry you should have ate more at dinner, instead of spending all your time in the library," he informed Hermione.
"You know about the kitchens?" Hermione asked.
"Indeed," Draco nodded. "Father made sure I get nothing but the best from this school, and all access to the kitchens," he smiled at Hermione evilly, and ran his finger down the pear.
The door swung open and Draco stepped in front of Hermione and into the kitchen's.
Hermione walked away from the portrait and down the hall, she wasn't in the mood to eat anymore. This couldn't be of course because he took so long to get to the library, nor could it be because he was trying to make her attracted to him and it wasn't working.
On her way back to her dorm Hermione formed an evilly wicked plan. Two actually, but only one set of thoughts. She was going to show Blaise who was boss, and pay back Draco Malfoy for everything he has ever done. She slept peacefully that night. Very peacefully.
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I AM SOOOOO SOOOOORRY!!! I am such a bad author for not updating... and I am SO SORRY that this chapter is so short. I will try to update faster... thanks for being the greatest reviewers every x_X
Last time (school): "Weasley," Snape sneered through gritted teeth. "Detention, clean this entire room, not one speck is left green. Understood?"
Ron nodded mutely.
"But professor, it wasn't Ron's-" Harry protested.
"Then you can join him Mr. Potter," Snape offered. "Isn't that what friends are for? Helping each other?" Snape growled. "The rest of you, dismissed!"
There was a rush to the door, as students fled the potions class room. Probably hoping that the side effects of what ever Harry, Ron, and Malfoy, were creating, didn't have any side effects.
Last time (summer vacation): Hermione struggled to get free, but he wouldn't let her move. They stayed there for a few minutes. No one moved, and no one said anything. Eventually Hermione couldn't take it anymore. "Um, Harry. Can you let me go now?"
"Oh right. Sorry Hermione," Harry got off of her and sat on his bed not facing her.
"We're going out today, all of us. Maya has a little trip planed for us," Hermione smiled sweetly at him. But he wasn't looking at her, his back was to her. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and she wondered if he was wearing anything at all. He was wrapped up in a comforter. Hermione shook her head at the thought. Noticing she wasn't getting anywhere Hermione went to wake up Ron.
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Chapter Seven: Dead Girls Dancing
Amused Hermione made her way to her next class, potions had been interesting to say the least. Not only had she caused her own commotion, but her best friends had too. An odd sense of pride floated through her. She could hear stalking foot steps behind her, which only entertained Hermione further. Being her playful, deviant, tormenting self her oh-so- loving cousins taught her to be, or just one in particular. Hermione decided class would be boring, and she needed to go for a walk.
"Dead girls dancing, burn and twirl, witch hunt, witch hunt, burn this girl," called a voice behind her playfully.
Hermione's stalker was indeed masculine, certainly following her, and knew the words to Jack off Jill, a Muggle man hating band. At first this almost scared her, a) her stalker either knew about her summer, b) liked to sing not-so-commonly heard Muggle music, or c) was there at the time she was singing that in front of a very large audience. Which was plausible? Too plausible.
Hermione sped off in the direction of her new head dorm. It was the only place she knew that only one other person could get into, and she prayed that her stalker wasn't him. If it was in fact him, then she would be in for a world of humiliation.
Behind her, her stalker was running to, or jogging really. It was like one of those dreams were no matter how hard you run the antagonist is still right be hind you. Like this dream I once had about this giant crab chasing me, and no matter how hard I ran the giant crab was right behind me, it even had lighting bolts shooting out of its eyes. And then I called my friend up and told her what happened, and on the other end all I could hear was the flip of pages, and then a gasp and she said "YOU'RE GAY!" I was like what the hell, and she asked if it had lighting bolts shooting out of its eyes, and I said yes, and she was like, "THAT MEANS YOUR SUPER GAY!" But back to the story.
Hermione skidded to a stop outside the portrait door, she whispered the password and jumped inside. She leaned against the wall breathing heavily. She heard the peeping tom stop outside the door.
She wasn't entirely sure why her first instinct was to run, nor did she know why the person in question followed her. But she did not intend to find out. She swiftly went up to the Boy's Dorm and "borrowed" Harry's cloak.
Quietly she covered herself and slipped out the portrait, there in the hall way she saw Blaise Zambini leaning leisurely against the wall.
"You can take off the cloak Granger, no need to fret," he grinned in her general direction.
"You say that now," she said slipping out from under the cloak and stuffing it in her bag. "I guess you see a lot of girls running away from you."
"It's true Granger, but I thought you would have been a little more original," Blaise sighed.
"I wasn't in the mood," Hermione stated.
"Tell me when you are," Blaise said grinning.
"How about I don't," Hermione said annoyed. "It was really a pleasure talking to you and all, but I am late for Charms," Hermione pushed past him.
"Really?" Blaise asked stupidly following her. "It didn't looked like you wanted to go to Charms to me," Blaise trailed off in thought.
"Well your horrible singing made me decide that Charms is a class I absolutely must attend," Hermione told him.
"And how is that?" Blaise questioned.
"When I think of a good enough lie, I will tell you," Hermione walked faster.
Blaise sped up and didn't say anything for a few moments. Hermione enjoyed the silence, especially as they got closer to the Charms classroom. Suddenly Blaise stuck out his arm and stopped Hermione from moving forwards.
"You only did that to feel my breasts, didn't you?" Hermione asked as she backed up a few steps.
Blaise smirked. "Yes Granger I did," he said taking a step towards her. "Dead girls dancing, burn and twirl," he sang poorly.
"Why are you singing that?" Hermione snapped.
"I like the song," Blaise shrugged. "Witch hunt, witch hunt burn this girl."
"Ok, that's enough, you made your point, anything else?" Hermione asked sharply.
"What were you doing there?" Blaise asked roughly pushing her up against the wall.
"Why do you care?" Hermione asked. "You don't own the place."
"No, but there are certain family's that go there, certain family's such as the Malfoy's," Blaise hissed. "Stay away from Draco, if you know what's good for you," Blaise did a very good impression of Snape as he swished his cloak as he walked away.
"Fuck you!" Hermione shouted to Blaise's back.
"Gladly Granger, just name the time and the place," Blaise sneered back.
Hermione huffed into the Charms classroom. She didn't answer any questions about where she had been, she just that there with angry thoughts about Zambini and his comments. How dare he think she was trying to seduce Draco Malfoy of all people. How dare he tell her who to stay away from. She would have to teach him a lesson.
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"So Hermione, how was your day?" Harry asked eagerly.
"Good I guess," she eyed him curiously. "Why?"
"No reason," Harry said. He elbowed Ron in the sides.
"Stop it Harry, fuck, I'm trying to eat," Ron muttered as they sat there in the great hall eating their dinner.
Harry rolled his eyes at his friend as he they both started shoving large mountains of food into their mouths.
Hermione turned her head in disgust. Her eyes traveled to the other tables, a Ravenclaw boy was eyeing her, and she rolled her eye's in a bored fashion. Slowly her eyes drifted to Draco Malfoy, with a coy expression on his face. He was diligently conversing with Blaise Zambini. Hermione's eyebrows furrowed at the thought of their encounter. Draco raised his head to meet Hermione's gaze, she continued to look at him.
"Hey guy's, I'm gonna go do some stuff," Hermione told Harry and Ron, her eyes not leaving Draco's.
"Yeah sure 'Moine," Harry said in between mouthfuls.
Hermione got up and walked swiftly without a glance back. She wondered if he would follow. She walked to the library and listened for foot steps. She heard none. "Crap," she sighed and pushed through the doors.
Hermione was in the Library for about an hour and no one came in. She was getting a little bored and already finished most of her homework for the next week. She slowly packed up her things and left the Library.
She could hear foot steps behind her as soon as she left the door. She grinned. She headed to the portrait with a basket of fruit with the ticklish pear. She turned another corner, and the footsteps continued behind her.
"Are you going to run away from me?" a voice asked from behind her.
"Possibly," Hermione shrugged and continued walking not looking back.
"Miss Granger, trying to seduce the head boy," laughed the voice.
"In your dreams maybe," Hermione hissed.
"Yes my dreams," Draco Malfoy said. "I have been having some interesting ones lately."
"Oh really," Hermione said sounding quite bored. She had heard from many giggling girls that Draco Malfoy was a sex God, that he was such a charmer, that Draco Malfoy was so handsome and good at whatever he does to a lady. But quiet frankly Hermione was wondering what his intentions were exactly, besides follow her around.
"Yes really," he came up behind her and grabbed her around the waist, "And you seem to be the source of them Miss Granger."
Hermione was stunned for a few moments, she caught her breath, and moved away from his arm. "It's nice to know that you have been dreaming about me, really I'm flattered," Hermione began as she walked closer to the portrait.
Draco laughed, which almost made Hermione smile, keyword being almost. Draco continued to follow her until she was standing outside the portrait door. "If you are hungry you should have ate more at dinner, instead of spending all your time in the library," he informed Hermione.
"You know about the kitchens?" Hermione asked.
"Indeed," Draco nodded. "Father made sure I get nothing but the best from this school, and all access to the kitchens," he smiled at Hermione evilly, and ran his finger down the pear.
The door swung open and Draco stepped in front of Hermione and into the kitchen's.
Hermione walked away from the portrait and down the hall, she wasn't in the mood to eat anymore. This couldn't be of course because he took so long to get to the library, nor could it be because he was trying to make her attracted to him and it wasn't working.
On her way back to her dorm Hermione formed an evilly wicked plan. Two actually, but only one set of thoughts. She was going to show Blaise who was boss, and pay back Draco Malfoy for everything he has ever done. She slept peacefully that night. Very peacefully.
)O( -o- )O( -o- )O( -o- )O( -o- )O( -o-)O( -o- )O( -o- )O( -o- )O( -o- )O( -o- )O( -o- )O( -o- )O(
I AM SOOOOO SOOOOORRY!!! I am such a bad author for not updating... and I am SO SORRY that this chapter is so short. I will try to update faster... thanks for being the greatest reviewers every x_X