'Draco Malfoy?" Mione whispered to herself in the darkness.
Her head was hot and throbbing. She pressed her cool palms against it, and tried to soothe the pain.
'It can't be,' she whispered again. 'Robbie was so hot....Draco was so....not.'
But even as she said that, she realized what a folly she had made. Just as she had changed over the summer, he must have also. She remembered yelling at him a little while back, and realized how she had subconsciously realized how hot he was.
'I'm dreaming...' she said, with a quiet laugh, 'Draco Malfoy? My one true love?'
But the more she thought about it, the more it struck her.
Robbie and Malfoy certainly had much in common. The platinum blonde hair....the white, flawless face....the silvery eyes.....the tall, broad shoulders....
The pointed chin, which had smoothened out, and the slow, confident smile, which had replaced the smirk...something she had noticed about him in the last year. His deep voice, which had developed from the oily one had started towards the end of the sixth year, and resulted in Robbie's delightful, barontine voice.
She felt excitement explode in the pit of her stomach. Draco Malfoy....Robbie....she hadn't lost him! He would be with her the rest of the year, only for her. But then, a chill crept up to her fingertips. What nonsense was she thinking! She hated Draco Malfoy....or not....but whatever her feelings were, was she prepared to give up Harry and Ron for malfoy's sake....just give them up? They definitely wouldn't want to be on intimate terms with Malfoy's girlfriend.
But then again, she wondered, how had she not recognized Malfoy when he came to her rescue just a while ago. Perhaps because his hair had been gelled back...again...or maybe because his eyes had been hard and cold, unlike Robbie's. Or was it the dark sky, combined with the mutual hate she felt for him. How come he hadn't recognized her? Because she hadn't bothered to unfrizz her hair and apply makeup? Her simply clothes? Or the same reasons she hadn't recognized him.
'There's only one thing to do,' she told herself, 'ask Malfoy....I mean, Draco...'
Mione slept badly, something that both Harry and Ron noticed, due to the bags under her eyes.
'Um, Mione?" Harry asked tentatively.
'What?' Mione snapped. She winced.
'Sorry Harry...I'm in a bad mood, I didn't sleep very well.'
'I noticed,' Harry told her, 'Mione, we just wanted to apologize for last night. We know we don't own you and shouldn't be overprotective. Its just that very fond of you, you're like a sister I never had,' he said, solemnly.
'That's okay, Harry, I understand,' Mione said, smiling.
She dressed carefully wanting Malfoy- Draco to recognize her if he saw her.
She wore a gray sports bra and a black tank top over that, so that the thick straps showed up. Then, she wore beige khakis that were ripped at the ankles, and had pockets at the front. She slipped her feet into flat sandals and with a clever charm, straightened her hair, and added black highlights, with silver streaks. She slipped a silver ring into her pierced, exposed navel, and wore brass earrings with spikes, along with a brass bracelet that had chains hanging down. Then, she quickly applied her makeup- foundation, black eyeliner, mascara, silvery eye shadow, and silver lip-gloss, and went downstairs.
'Wow, Mione,' Ron whistled, as she emerged from the foot of the dragon clawed staircase. 'You're really getting into this makeover thing, huh?'
Mione cast him a warning look. 'No more big-brother thing,' she said, in a threatening voice.
'I'm not complaining,' Ron said, peevishly.
They quickly ate breakfast (bacon and eggs) and then headed to the main road. They slipped into a small alleyway, and after casting an anxious look out for Muggles, pulled out their wands. Mione waved it, and with an explosive bang, the Knight Bus appeared once more in front of her. Tich jumped down, and greeted them cordially.
'G'morning, y'all,' he said, ''Arry, how you keeping?"
'We're doing fine Tich,' Mione told him, 'how much to get us to Kings Cross?'
'That would be 7 sickles,' Tich informed them, 'and eight if you want pink bubblegum.'
'No thanks,' Ron said, quickly, and they paid up, and got seats right at the front of the bus.'
'Ginny said she'll be coming later on,' Ron explained, 'she says she still has some supplies to buy,'
'Oh,' Harry said, and Mione stifled a smile.
'Anyway,' Harry said, 'Taking any new subjects this year?'
'Are you mad?' Ron said, dully. 'I wanted to ditch potions, but I cant, unfortunately.'
'Exactly,' Harry agreed, rather mournfully. Both were still aiming for the post of an Auror, and were forced to take Potions, something that disgusted both them and Snape. 'I ditched Study of the Runes,' Mione admitted, regretful. Harry and Ron rounded on her, their eyes wide with surprise.
'I had to take a new subject, and I definitely am not gonna ditch Arithmancy....so, Runes was the only option.'
'What was the new subject?' Harry asked.
'A Deeper Study of the Dark Arts,' she said, and when Harry looked interest, she laughed.
'yes, it sounds fascinating. It's basically about the times when Voldemort- shut up, Ron- took over, and all that.'
'Hm,' Harry said, 'that sounds interesting...'
'Yes, it is,' Mione agreed.
'You stop's cumin' up, folks!' Tich beamed, clapping Harry on the shoulder.
The bus stopped with a jerk, and Harry, Ron and Mione climbed out. Hey had arrived at Kings Cross station. It was busy and bustling with all sorts of people, but Mione was looking out only for one.... A platinum blonde beauty with silvery eyes.
'Okay, Ron and I will go across the barrier first, and then you come, right, Mione/' Harry said. Mione nodded, and Ron and he set off, chatting amiably. When they reached the barrier, they casually leaned against it and slipped inside.
Then, it was Mione's turn. She looked around; just to be sure no one was looking at her. Then, she set off towards the barrier, and slipped through it, lugging her trunk behind her. A busy sight bet her eyes. The scarlet steam engine was placidly sending out jets of white steam, and people were milling around, pushing trolleys and hauling trunks. A group of first year girl were nervously giggling, and straightening their plaits. She caught sight of the boys near the entrance to the train. They hailed her.
'Yo! Mione!' Ron called. 'C'mon!'
She set off towards them, pausing to greet Parvati and lavender who giggled and told her she looked sexy.
'Hotshot Mione,' Lavender tittered. 'I wonder how Dean and Seamus would take it.' 'Met them on the Knight Bus,' Mione informed them, 'They seemed a tad surprised.'
'I'll say,' Parvati said with a grin. 'You're looking hot Mione!'
She joined the boys on the train, and they found a compartment for themselves. Soon, Neville, Ginny, Dean and Seamus joined them, and started chatting amicably about Quidditch.
After about five minutes, ready to kill for a more interesting subject, Mione left the compartment with her Discman and a book. She checked all the compartments, but then were full with people (one of them had Draco Malfoy, who didn't notice her. She didn't want to speak to him in front of all those friends) except one, in which two girls were sitting- one, the beautiful girl they had noticed on the Knight Bus, who was chatting with pansy Parkinson.
The minute Mione entered the compartment, she looked up and heaved a sigh of relief, much to her surprise.
'Um, hi Granger- Hermione,' she said, talking quickly. 'Er- how are you? Celia? G- Hermione and I have something to talk about, if it's okay with you....do you, um mind?' The girl got up with her mouth in a disdainful twist. She left the room in a wave of pungent perfume. Mione wrinkled her nose.
'Nice choice, Parkinson,' she said, with an uncharacteristic smirk.
'Tell me about it,' Pansy muttered, wiping her brow. 'Her name's Celia. She found me alone in this compartment, and decided to impinge her wonderful presence on me.'
Mione look surprised. This was a different Pansy. This one was pleasant and sweet, and used fairly good language. She laughed, when she noticed the look Mione was giving her. 'I daresay you're surprised? Well, don't take me wrong. Us Slytherins aren't all that bad. I myself have been a fan of Shakespeare all my life.'
'You have?' Mione asked, startled. 'Hey, we have plenty in common. Macbeth was one of my favorite plays.'
'Oh, yes,' pansy agreed, 'a sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap....'
She continued that quotation, and then smiled at Mione, who beamed back.
'How come you've never spoken to me before?' she demanded.
'Welkl, it had partly to do with my parents,' Pansy said, shrugging, 'if they got a whiff of the fact that I was on friendly terms with a Mudblood, they would disown me. But now I've realized that I can't let them rule my life. This year will be the final battle- Harry Potter vs. the Dark Lord. My parents will be, of course, supporting him, but whether he lives or dies, I cannot let them make my choices for me.' She shuddered, 'they wanted me to get the Dark Mark this summer, but I refused.'
As Mione was digesting all of this, they heard a loud crack, a deep rumbling noise, and with a bang and a curse, Draco Malfoy appeared in the room.
He fell to his knees, and cursed.
'what the- dammit. Stupid, fucking spell.'
He raised his head, and met two astonished stares- Mione's brown gaze, and pansy's blue accusing one.
'Draco!' she chided, 'what were you doing?' Draco got up. He didn't look at Mione, but faced Pansy.
'I heard voices,' he admitted, 'You and Granger. I- um, wanted to lock you two in the compartment...but something went wrong with the spell. It went awry and I've landed up here. Now, of you'll excuse me-.'
He got up, dusted his palms, and reached for the doorknob. He pushed it, but to no avail. They were locked in.
'Fuck!' he snapped, and turned once more to face pansy. 'I don't know what went wrong.' 'Perhaps you said Colloportius instead of Colloportus,' Mione suggested acidly, 'that could have resulted in these conditions.'
'thanks a lot, Mudblood,' Draco said, sarcastically. He turned to face her for the first time, but stopped. His jaw dropped.
'huh?'
he was clearly astonished. 'What the-.'
'Hello, Malfoy,' Mione said, pleasantly, enjoying herself. 'Or should I say Robbie?
Pansy was watching all this with utmost astonishment. When she realized that she seemed to be intruding ( thanks to Draco's meaningful look) she left the room, with hasty goodbies. Draco turned to face Mione.
'Loxy?' he said, uncertainly.
'In the flesh,' she replied, 'why didn't you tell me your real name was Draco and not Robbie?"
'You- Granger- Loxy- you're the –same?'
'Obviously,'
'I shagged a mudblood?'
'Is that worse than shagging a muggle? That's what you thought I was, wasn't it?' she shouted.
'Of course not! I'm not stupid! First of all, you're phrase- I'll curse you into oblivion? And what about the fact that you told me that your school opened the day before all wizarding schools did? Doesn't that hint that you could buy your supplied and then come? I'm not stupid, granger.'
'It's Hermione,' she said, calmly.
'No it isn't! It's Mudblood Granger.'
'Shut up, Draco. Both you and I know that we're meant for each other.'
'You know what? You're wrong. I don't. You're a filthy slmy Mudblood, and I don't want to have anything to do with you. And don't call me Draco. It's an insult to the name.'
'You- you're joking right?' Mione whispered.
'No, of course not! Fuck outta my life, mudblood.'
With that, he turned and strode out of the compartment.
AN- hey guyz, this chaps' looooong, and I had so much fun riting it! I hope all ya guys like reading it as much! And again, thanks to all the ppl who reviwed--- the more u guys review, the faster I'll update, so r and r, pl!
Her head was hot and throbbing. She pressed her cool palms against it, and tried to soothe the pain.
'It can't be,' she whispered again. 'Robbie was so hot....Draco was so....not.'
But even as she said that, she realized what a folly she had made. Just as she had changed over the summer, he must have also. She remembered yelling at him a little while back, and realized how she had subconsciously realized how hot he was.
'I'm dreaming...' she said, with a quiet laugh, 'Draco Malfoy? My one true love?'
But the more she thought about it, the more it struck her.
Robbie and Malfoy certainly had much in common. The platinum blonde hair....the white, flawless face....the silvery eyes.....the tall, broad shoulders....
The pointed chin, which had smoothened out, and the slow, confident smile, which had replaced the smirk...something she had noticed about him in the last year. His deep voice, which had developed from the oily one had started towards the end of the sixth year, and resulted in Robbie's delightful, barontine voice.
She felt excitement explode in the pit of her stomach. Draco Malfoy....Robbie....she hadn't lost him! He would be with her the rest of the year, only for her. But then, a chill crept up to her fingertips. What nonsense was she thinking! She hated Draco Malfoy....or not....but whatever her feelings were, was she prepared to give up Harry and Ron for malfoy's sake....just give them up? They definitely wouldn't want to be on intimate terms with Malfoy's girlfriend.
But then again, she wondered, how had she not recognized Malfoy when he came to her rescue just a while ago. Perhaps because his hair had been gelled back...again...or maybe because his eyes had been hard and cold, unlike Robbie's. Or was it the dark sky, combined with the mutual hate she felt for him. How come he hadn't recognized her? Because she hadn't bothered to unfrizz her hair and apply makeup? Her simply clothes? Or the same reasons she hadn't recognized him.
'There's only one thing to do,' she told herself, 'ask Malfoy....I mean, Draco...'
Mione slept badly, something that both Harry and Ron noticed, due to the bags under her eyes.
'Um, Mione?" Harry asked tentatively.
'What?' Mione snapped. She winced.
'Sorry Harry...I'm in a bad mood, I didn't sleep very well.'
'I noticed,' Harry told her, 'Mione, we just wanted to apologize for last night. We know we don't own you and shouldn't be overprotective. Its just that very fond of you, you're like a sister I never had,' he said, solemnly.
'That's okay, Harry, I understand,' Mione said, smiling.
She dressed carefully wanting Malfoy- Draco to recognize her if he saw her.
She wore a gray sports bra and a black tank top over that, so that the thick straps showed up. Then, she wore beige khakis that were ripped at the ankles, and had pockets at the front. She slipped her feet into flat sandals and with a clever charm, straightened her hair, and added black highlights, with silver streaks. She slipped a silver ring into her pierced, exposed navel, and wore brass earrings with spikes, along with a brass bracelet that had chains hanging down. Then, she quickly applied her makeup- foundation, black eyeliner, mascara, silvery eye shadow, and silver lip-gloss, and went downstairs.
'Wow, Mione,' Ron whistled, as she emerged from the foot of the dragon clawed staircase. 'You're really getting into this makeover thing, huh?'
Mione cast him a warning look. 'No more big-brother thing,' she said, in a threatening voice.
'I'm not complaining,' Ron said, peevishly.
They quickly ate breakfast (bacon and eggs) and then headed to the main road. They slipped into a small alleyway, and after casting an anxious look out for Muggles, pulled out their wands. Mione waved it, and with an explosive bang, the Knight Bus appeared once more in front of her. Tich jumped down, and greeted them cordially.
'G'morning, y'all,' he said, ''Arry, how you keeping?"
'We're doing fine Tich,' Mione told him, 'how much to get us to Kings Cross?'
'That would be 7 sickles,' Tich informed them, 'and eight if you want pink bubblegum.'
'No thanks,' Ron said, quickly, and they paid up, and got seats right at the front of the bus.'
'Ginny said she'll be coming later on,' Ron explained, 'she says she still has some supplies to buy,'
'Oh,' Harry said, and Mione stifled a smile.
'Anyway,' Harry said, 'Taking any new subjects this year?'
'Are you mad?' Ron said, dully. 'I wanted to ditch potions, but I cant, unfortunately.'
'Exactly,' Harry agreed, rather mournfully. Both were still aiming for the post of an Auror, and were forced to take Potions, something that disgusted both them and Snape. 'I ditched Study of the Runes,' Mione admitted, regretful. Harry and Ron rounded on her, their eyes wide with surprise.
'I had to take a new subject, and I definitely am not gonna ditch Arithmancy....so, Runes was the only option.'
'What was the new subject?' Harry asked.
'A Deeper Study of the Dark Arts,' she said, and when Harry looked interest, she laughed.
'yes, it sounds fascinating. It's basically about the times when Voldemort- shut up, Ron- took over, and all that.'
'Hm,' Harry said, 'that sounds interesting...'
'Yes, it is,' Mione agreed.
'You stop's cumin' up, folks!' Tich beamed, clapping Harry on the shoulder.
The bus stopped with a jerk, and Harry, Ron and Mione climbed out. Hey had arrived at Kings Cross station. It was busy and bustling with all sorts of people, but Mione was looking out only for one.... A platinum blonde beauty with silvery eyes.
'Okay, Ron and I will go across the barrier first, and then you come, right, Mione/' Harry said. Mione nodded, and Ron and he set off, chatting amiably. When they reached the barrier, they casually leaned against it and slipped inside.
Then, it was Mione's turn. She looked around; just to be sure no one was looking at her. Then, she set off towards the barrier, and slipped through it, lugging her trunk behind her. A busy sight bet her eyes. The scarlet steam engine was placidly sending out jets of white steam, and people were milling around, pushing trolleys and hauling trunks. A group of first year girl were nervously giggling, and straightening their plaits. She caught sight of the boys near the entrance to the train. They hailed her.
'Yo! Mione!' Ron called. 'C'mon!'
She set off towards them, pausing to greet Parvati and lavender who giggled and told her she looked sexy.
'Hotshot Mione,' Lavender tittered. 'I wonder how Dean and Seamus would take it.' 'Met them on the Knight Bus,' Mione informed them, 'They seemed a tad surprised.'
'I'll say,' Parvati said with a grin. 'You're looking hot Mione!'
She joined the boys on the train, and they found a compartment for themselves. Soon, Neville, Ginny, Dean and Seamus joined them, and started chatting amicably about Quidditch.
After about five minutes, ready to kill for a more interesting subject, Mione left the compartment with her Discman and a book. She checked all the compartments, but then were full with people (one of them had Draco Malfoy, who didn't notice her. She didn't want to speak to him in front of all those friends) except one, in which two girls were sitting- one, the beautiful girl they had noticed on the Knight Bus, who was chatting with pansy Parkinson.
The minute Mione entered the compartment, she looked up and heaved a sigh of relief, much to her surprise.
'Um, hi Granger- Hermione,' she said, talking quickly. 'Er- how are you? Celia? G- Hermione and I have something to talk about, if it's okay with you....do you, um mind?' The girl got up with her mouth in a disdainful twist. She left the room in a wave of pungent perfume. Mione wrinkled her nose.
'Nice choice, Parkinson,' she said, with an uncharacteristic smirk.
'Tell me about it,' Pansy muttered, wiping her brow. 'Her name's Celia. She found me alone in this compartment, and decided to impinge her wonderful presence on me.'
Mione look surprised. This was a different Pansy. This one was pleasant and sweet, and used fairly good language. She laughed, when she noticed the look Mione was giving her. 'I daresay you're surprised? Well, don't take me wrong. Us Slytherins aren't all that bad. I myself have been a fan of Shakespeare all my life.'
'You have?' Mione asked, startled. 'Hey, we have plenty in common. Macbeth was one of my favorite plays.'
'Oh, yes,' pansy agreed, 'a sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap....'
She continued that quotation, and then smiled at Mione, who beamed back.
'How come you've never spoken to me before?' she demanded.
'Welkl, it had partly to do with my parents,' Pansy said, shrugging, 'if they got a whiff of the fact that I was on friendly terms with a Mudblood, they would disown me. But now I've realized that I can't let them rule my life. This year will be the final battle- Harry Potter vs. the Dark Lord. My parents will be, of course, supporting him, but whether he lives or dies, I cannot let them make my choices for me.' She shuddered, 'they wanted me to get the Dark Mark this summer, but I refused.'
As Mione was digesting all of this, they heard a loud crack, a deep rumbling noise, and with a bang and a curse, Draco Malfoy appeared in the room.
He fell to his knees, and cursed.
'what the- dammit. Stupid, fucking spell.'
He raised his head, and met two astonished stares- Mione's brown gaze, and pansy's blue accusing one.
'Draco!' she chided, 'what were you doing?' Draco got up. He didn't look at Mione, but faced Pansy.
'I heard voices,' he admitted, 'You and Granger. I- um, wanted to lock you two in the compartment...but something went wrong with the spell. It went awry and I've landed up here. Now, of you'll excuse me-.'
He got up, dusted his palms, and reached for the doorknob. He pushed it, but to no avail. They were locked in.
'Fuck!' he snapped, and turned once more to face pansy. 'I don't know what went wrong.' 'Perhaps you said Colloportius instead of Colloportus,' Mione suggested acidly, 'that could have resulted in these conditions.'
'thanks a lot, Mudblood,' Draco said, sarcastically. He turned to face her for the first time, but stopped. His jaw dropped.
'huh?'
he was clearly astonished. 'What the-.'
'Hello, Malfoy,' Mione said, pleasantly, enjoying herself. 'Or should I say Robbie?
Pansy was watching all this with utmost astonishment. When she realized that she seemed to be intruding ( thanks to Draco's meaningful look) she left the room, with hasty goodbies. Draco turned to face Mione.
'Loxy?' he said, uncertainly.
'In the flesh,' she replied, 'why didn't you tell me your real name was Draco and not Robbie?"
'You- Granger- Loxy- you're the –same?'
'Obviously,'
'I shagged a mudblood?'
'Is that worse than shagging a muggle? That's what you thought I was, wasn't it?' she shouted.
'Of course not! I'm not stupid! First of all, you're phrase- I'll curse you into oblivion? And what about the fact that you told me that your school opened the day before all wizarding schools did? Doesn't that hint that you could buy your supplied and then come? I'm not stupid, granger.'
'It's Hermione,' she said, calmly.
'No it isn't! It's Mudblood Granger.'
'Shut up, Draco. Both you and I know that we're meant for each other.'
'You know what? You're wrong. I don't. You're a filthy slmy Mudblood, and I don't want to have anything to do with you. And don't call me Draco. It's an insult to the name.'
'You- you're joking right?' Mione whispered.
'No, of course not! Fuck outta my life, mudblood.'
With that, he turned and strode out of the compartment.
AN- hey guyz, this chaps' looooong, and I had so much fun riting it! I hope all ya guys like reading it as much! And again, thanks to all the ppl who reviwed--- the more u guys review, the faster I'll update, so r and r, pl!