A/N: Sorry folks, I didn't mean to post Chapter Two yesterday, which I
accidentally did, so, if you read it yesterday, there's a bit more added on
now. Oh, and, thanks SO much for the reviews! I really appreciate them,
they help give me reason to continue with my fic! (Oh, and if you'd like,
I've got another fic out, it's called Hermione's wounds. It's a Harry and
Hermione fic.) Well, please keep reading and reviewing!
Lazy-anji: Sorry, but neither of your guesses were right, but I'm not telling who it is! You'll have to read on to figure it out! Hehe (evil laugh goes here) Oh, I'd also like to know what the names of your fics are, so I can check them out! (also, to any others out there reading my fic, feel free to send me the names of your fics, you read mine, I'll read yours!) It's a fair deal? Right?
Chapter Two
Hermione woke early the next morning, just as the sun was making its daily appearance. She quickly removed herself from her tangled blankets and quietly opened her trunk. She removed a bundle of clothing and her robes, along with cleansing products. She carried these items with her into the bathroom and and took a long refreshing shower.
Hermione grabbed her bag and hurried down to the common room so she could have enough time to read over her homework once more before Harry and Ron arrived in the common room to walk down to breakfast.
Just as she was halfway through rereading her Potions essay Harry and Ron walked groggily over to her and fell into the two chintz armchairs across from her. After yawning widely and stretching, Harry stared at Hermione for a moment before saying, "Er...Hermione, you do realize that today is Saturday?"
She didn't bother to look up from her parchment as she replied, "Yes, yes, of course I – wait, today's Saturday?" She quickly looked up, her cheeks tinged pink, as she made to put her Potions essay away. "That means..." She turned to a calendar nearby "Today's Quidditch, against-" But Ron cut her off.
"Slytherin." He said heavily, oviously distraught. He slumped lower in his chair and stared at the ground between his feet.
"And that means Draco." Harry added, also slumping.
Hermione glared at the pair of them, "Oh, how do you expect to win a game with attitudes like that? Ron, you're a splendid Keeper, who cares if you let a few in? No one can stop them all, not even Oliver Wood could." Ron sat up and smiled as a 'right-o' emitted from Harry. "And Harry, I don't even have to say this, you're a brilliant Seeker!"
"Bloody brilliant." Ron agreed as Hermione nodded before continuing.
"Right, You're the youngest Seeker in a century, and besides, you're your father's son. And Draco's never been a problem before, so why are you worried now?" She sighed as she shook her head at them.
Harry smiled and stood, Ron following suit. "Thanks Hermione, I don't know what we were worried about" Hary smiled again and put out his hand to help her stand up. She took his hand as she slung her bag over her shoulder.
"No problem." Hermione replied, her mind seemingly elsewhere as she led the way out of the portrait hole. She was quiet all the way down to the Great Hall while Harry and Ron chatted about the upcoming match. The trio stopped at the doors to the Great Hall to let out an excited group of first years by, this would be their first Howarts Quidditch match.
Peeves hovered above Hermione's head, dangerously balancing a dozen ink wells stacked atop each other. When he realized Hermione hadn't even noticed him, he lost interest in her and instead zoomed after a group of, now screaming, third years, letting the ink wells fly after them one by one.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione made their way into the Great Hall and took their seats at the Gryffindor table as taunts and sneers from the Slytherins followed them. Hermione lifted her head about to tell the ringleader, no doubt Malfoy, to shut it, when she realized that in fact, he wasn't cat-calling with the rest of the Slytherins. No, actually, he seemed to be staring at her, not glaring or smirking, but staring right at her, with an unreadable look in his eyes.
Hermione quickly tore her gaze from his and looked up at the owls now zooming into the Great Hall for the morning post. The Daily Prophet landed in front of her and she gratefully paid the owl with 3 knuts before it zoomed back towards the ceiling. She opened the paper and began reading, anything to keep her mind off of the look that Malfoy had just given her and- For the second time that morning, she shook the thought from her head and continued about her business, reading the paper while scooping forkfuls of food into her mouth.
Harry and Ron stood, informing Hermione that they were heading to the Quidditch pitch. "Oh, I'll come too, I'd like to get a good seat for this match." They stood and headed out to the Quidditch field, chatting jovially about the outcome of the coming match. Harry and Ron headed into the Gryffindor locker room and Hermione parted form them, heading up the stairs into the Gryffindor stands. She took her seat in the front row as the rest of the school headed toward the field. Soon a group of squealing and cheering first and second years surrounded Hermione in the stands.
She tightened her scarf as the two teams flew out into their positions. Harry and Ron caught her eye in turn and waved as she waved back. The whistle blew and the Quaffle was released and the players moved about the field. Suddenly, a flash of emerald swooped in front of her and turned before stopping, blocking her view of the game. Draco Malfoy turned to her and waved smugly, "Hi, Hermione."
Hermione gasped at him, unable to hide her surprise, quickly she glared at him before replying, "What do you want Malfoy?" Her thoughts contradicted her words though, 'Did he just call me Hermione? My first name? Not Granger or Mudblood? What's going on? I'll never cal him Draco, no, that would mean we're on a first name basis...Which we're not!' She quickly assured herself of this in her mind.
At the mention of his last name, Draco frowned then replied, "Nothing to do with you, Granger," and he turned his broom around and surveyed the field, obviously searching for the Snitch as he turn his head left and right.
Hermione let out an exasperated 'hmph', for Draco was blocking her view of the game still. 'Great, now I have to look at Draco's backside for the rest of the game.' Hermione craned her neck trying to look around draco so she could see what Harry and Ron were doing, but it was to no avail. She slumped back in her seat with a sigh. Draco looked back at her with a smirk and a wink before he turned back to the game.
Hermione threw him the most hate-filled glare she could muster and she crossed her arms with another 'hmph' of frustration. 'The stupid git is doing it on purpose! He wants to obscure my view of the game with his backside! His bloody backside! Ugh..." She closed her eyes to calm herself down by counting to ten. She opened her eyes again and stared ahead. "Don't let it bother you Hermione...You can't let Draco Malfoy know that he's getting to you by putting his, rather...charming, cute...' Hermione shook her head vigorously. 'Hermione Granger! What are you thinking!?! This is Draco Malfoy we're talking about!' She scolded herself in her thoughts, breathing deeply to calm her nerves. With a reasoning thought, she reassured herself, 'It's just hormones, it's not your fault. I mean, what seventeen year old girl, like yourself, wouldn't notice such a tight...' She closed her eyes, so she would stop staring at Draco. "You did it again!'
Suddenly, as if to bring Hermione out of her nightmare, all the Gryffindors began cheering loudly. She heard a voice, booming over the rest, "Seventh year, Harry Potter, starts his last season off great! He's caught the Snitch, just ten minutes into the game, folks! That's got to be a record. Gryffindor wins the game with 170 to 30!"
'Thank Merlin' Hermione thought gratefully. 'I don't think I could have taken that much longer. She breathed a sigh of relief and stood.
Lazy-anji: Sorry, but neither of your guesses were right, but I'm not telling who it is! You'll have to read on to figure it out! Hehe (evil laugh goes here) Oh, I'd also like to know what the names of your fics are, so I can check them out! (also, to any others out there reading my fic, feel free to send me the names of your fics, you read mine, I'll read yours!) It's a fair deal? Right?
Chapter Two
Hermione woke early the next morning, just as the sun was making its daily appearance. She quickly removed herself from her tangled blankets and quietly opened her trunk. She removed a bundle of clothing and her robes, along with cleansing products. She carried these items with her into the bathroom and and took a long refreshing shower.
Hermione grabbed her bag and hurried down to the common room so she could have enough time to read over her homework once more before Harry and Ron arrived in the common room to walk down to breakfast.
Just as she was halfway through rereading her Potions essay Harry and Ron walked groggily over to her and fell into the two chintz armchairs across from her. After yawning widely and stretching, Harry stared at Hermione for a moment before saying, "Er...Hermione, you do realize that today is Saturday?"
She didn't bother to look up from her parchment as she replied, "Yes, yes, of course I – wait, today's Saturday?" She quickly looked up, her cheeks tinged pink, as she made to put her Potions essay away. "That means..." She turned to a calendar nearby "Today's Quidditch, against-" But Ron cut her off.
"Slytherin." He said heavily, oviously distraught. He slumped lower in his chair and stared at the ground between his feet.
"And that means Draco." Harry added, also slumping.
Hermione glared at the pair of them, "Oh, how do you expect to win a game with attitudes like that? Ron, you're a splendid Keeper, who cares if you let a few in? No one can stop them all, not even Oliver Wood could." Ron sat up and smiled as a 'right-o' emitted from Harry. "And Harry, I don't even have to say this, you're a brilliant Seeker!"
"Bloody brilliant." Ron agreed as Hermione nodded before continuing.
"Right, You're the youngest Seeker in a century, and besides, you're your father's son. And Draco's never been a problem before, so why are you worried now?" She sighed as she shook her head at them.
Harry smiled and stood, Ron following suit. "Thanks Hermione, I don't know what we were worried about" Hary smiled again and put out his hand to help her stand up. She took his hand as she slung her bag over her shoulder.
"No problem." Hermione replied, her mind seemingly elsewhere as she led the way out of the portrait hole. She was quiet all the way down to the Great Hall while Harry and Ron chatted about the upcoming match. The trio stopped at the doors to the Great Hall to let out an excited group of first years by, this would be their first Howarts Quidditch match.
Peeves hovered above Hermione's head, dangerously balancing a dozen ink wells stacked atop each other. When he realized Hermione hadn't even noticed him, he lost interest in her and instead zoomed after a group of, now screaming, third years, letting the ink wells fly after them one by one.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione made their way into the Great Hall and took their seats at the Gryffindor table as taunts and sneers from the Slytherins followed them. Hermione lifted her head about to tell the ringleader, no doubt Malfoy, to shut it, when she realized that in fact, he wasn't cat-calling with the rest of the Slytherins. No, actually, he seemed to be staring at her, not glaring or smirking, but staring right at her, with an unreadable look in his eyes.
Hermione quickly tore her gaze from his and looked up at the owls now zooming into the Great Hall for the morning post. The Daily Prophet landed in front of her and she gratefully paid the owl with 3 knuts before it zoomed back towards the ceiling. She opened the paper and began reading, anything to keep her mind off of the look that Malfoy had just given her and- For the second time that morning, she shook the thought from her head and continued about her business, reading the paper while scooping forkfuls of food into her mouth.
Harry and Ron stood, informing Hermione that they were heading to the Quidditch pitch. "Oh, I'll come too, I'd like to get a good seat for this match." They stood and headed out to the Quidditch field, chatting jovially about the outcome of the coming match. Harry and Ron headed into the Gryffindor locker room and Hermione parted form them, heading up the stairs into the Gryffindor stands. She took her seat in the front row as the rest of the school headed toward the field. Soon a group of squealing and cheering first and second years surrounded Hermione in the stands.
She tightened her scarf as the two teams flew out into their positions. Harry and Ron caught her eye in turn and waved as she waved back. The whistle blew and the Quaffle was released and the players moved about the field. Suddenly, a flash of emerald swooped in front of her and turned before stopping, blocking her view of the game. Draco Malfoy turned to her and waved smugly, "Hi, Hermione."
Hermione gasped at him, unable to hide her surprise, quickly she glared at him before replying, "What do you want Malfoy?" Her thoughts contradicted her words though, 'Did he just call me Hermione? My first name? Not Granger or Mudblood? What's going on? I'll never cal him Draco, no, that would mean we're on a first name basis...Which we're not!' She quickly assured herself of this in her mind.
At the mention of his last name, Draco frowned then replied, "Nothing to do with you, Granger," and he turned his broom around and surveyed the field, obviously searching for the Snitch as he turn his head left and right.
Hermione let out an exasperated 'hmph', for Draco was blocking her view of the game still. 'Great, now I have to look at Draco's backside for the rest of the game.' Hermione craned her neck trying to look around draco so she could see what Harry and Ron were doing, but it was to no avail. She slumped back in her seat with a sigh. Draco looked back at her with a smirk and a wink before he turned back to the game.
Hermione threw him the most hate-filled glare she could muster and she crossed her arms with another 'hmph' of frustration. 'The stupid git is doing it on purpose! He wants to obscure my view of the game with his backside! His bloody backside! Ugh..." She closed her eyes to calm herself down by counting to ten. She opened her eyes again and stared ahead. "Don't let it bother you Hermione...You can't let Draco Malfoy know that he's getting to you by putting his, rather...charming, cute...' Hermione shook her head vigorously. 'Hermione Granger! What are you thinking!?! This is Draco Malfoy we're talking about!' She scolded herself in her thoughts, breathing deeply to calm her nerves. With a reasoning thought, she reassured herself, 'It's just hormones, it's not your fault. I mean, what seventeen year old girl, like yourself, wouldn't notice such a tight...' She closed her eyes, so she would stop staring at Draco. "You did it again!'
Suddenly, as if to bring Hermione out of her nightmare, all the Gryffindors began cheering loudly. She heard a voice, booming over the rest, "Seventh year, Harry Potter, starts his last season off great! He's caught the Snitch, just ten minutes into the game, folks! That's got to be a record. Gryffindor wins the game with 170 to 30!"
'Thank Merlin' Hermione thought gratefully. 'I don't think I could have taken that much longer. She breathed a sigh of relief and stood.