Author's note: I know! I know! I started this story in May, and it has
been almost three months since I've updated, but I find writing hard. It
is not as easy as it looks! I also find it more enjoyable to read stories.
If I do finish this fic, it is going to take awhile, but I hope you will
read it anyway. Also, I don't have anyone checking my story for spelling
errors, so I know that there are some.
Disclaimer: Not mine, I tell you! Not mine!
Spoiler about the Fifth book is in this chapter!
Draco's P.O.V.
"Damn Mudblood!" Draco cursed aloud, alone, in his train compartment. He had sent Crabbe and Goyle away because of his desire to blow off some steam about Granger that he didn't want anyone to hear.
Draco had tracked down Creevy and destroyed his film, so no blackmail could be used against him. Still, he knew that word would get around that he, Draco Malfoy, was embarrassed by the Mudblood, Hermione Granger, and he had to do something about that.
It was not like getting dirty water poured on him was the worst thing that Granger could have done to him, but of all the things that the Golden Trio had done to him over the years, it always seemed like she had always been the brain behind EVERYTHING!
Like in fifth year, Granger had arranged that meeting with that reporter to interview Potty about the day when the Dark Lord raised. He couldn't deny that his father was a Death Eater, because the article was in a magazine that was banned from Hogwarts at the time. He was stuck streaming about it for months as his father was taken to Azkaban.
It was not like he cared about his father, who was now dead, but Potty soiled the family name! He was still respected by the Slytherins, because most of them had parents as Death Eaters, but the rest of the wizarding sociality scorned him. And the reason of that was because of Granger! The list could have gone on and on. The dirty water in the bucket that just happened was the last straw. He was pushed over the edge of controlling his temper.
He now had to think of a plan to get even.
"It has to be evil and affective, but undetectable. It should ruin Granger's life. If I'm lucky, she would leave Hogwarts and never return to the wizarding world again, but what to do?" Draco wondered, rubbing his chin.
He started to smirk. "I need to think hard about this," he thought about horrible things that would break most wizards his age, but Draco knew that Mudblood or not, Hermione was very strong, and something strong was needed for his plan to success. Imagining Hermione's face when he finally got even he felt a feeling go though the pit of his stomach, but he quickly shook it off, thinking nothing of it.
"The book!" He said suddenly, as a light bulb went off in his head. "There will definitely be something useful in there!"
His father had left it to him, and Draco was sure that it would be all he would need. He decided to look at it the first chance he got. The train stopped and he got off with the happy thought.
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After he got of the train and into the horseless carriage, Draco went the Great Hall and watched the Sorting, which processed uneventfully.
Dumbledore gave his beginning of the term speech, which Draco listened to because, against his will, he had a small amount of respect for the professor. At the end of the speech, Dumbledore announced that Draco and Hermione were the new Head boy and girl. He and Hermione stood up to be acknowledged, and sat back down. Now it was time for the feast.
"So Draco," Pansy Parkinson said in her girly, high-pitched voice, almost pouting. "Why didn't you owl me over the summer? I missed you."
Pansy was a marriage possibility for Draco when he got out of Hogwarts. She wasn't partially pretty, nor was she ugly, but she wasn't really Draco's type. Still, she literally worshiped the ground he walked on, so he was as polite as he could be when he answered her.
"You know how it is Pansy.. I was busy. You understand, don't you?" He answered in a sexy voice. *No girl can resist that, * he thought.
Sure enough, Pansy willing forgave him and went back to talking to the other girls at the table.
Getting bored talking, Draco glance over at the Gryffindor table. There was Hermione, laughing with her friends. With that, Draco smirked, knowing how soon that will end.
Hermione's P.O.V.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione talked nearly nonstop on the train and horseless carriage. During the Feast their conversation continued after Dumbledore acknowledged Hermione and Draco as Head Boy and Girl (And no, the conversation wasn't about Wizard's chest or Quidditch.)
"So Hermione," Harry said. "What classes are you taking this year?"
"Yeah," Ron added. "Don't you have enough credits to graduate, or at least to take your N.E.W.T.'s right now?"
"Yes Ron, your right," Hermione said simply, then added, "but I'm going to get all of the experience in school that I can. I am going to take the test with everyone else."
Hermione then suddenly felt someone staring at the back of her head. She turned around and looked at all the tables. Her eyes came to rest on Draco, who was staring off into space with a smirk on his face.
Hermione quickly turned away. "Great," she mumbled under her breath. "He looks hot even when smirks.wait, what did I just say?" She said a little louder.
"Hermione?" Harry asked. "Did you say something?"
"Uh," She said thinking fast. "I was just wondering what this bench was made of. It is so old. It must be bewitched to last so long because of how much we use them." *That was pathetic! * She thought.
"Uh, I guess you could be right." Harry said slowly, turning back to his food, not looking like he completely believed her.
A few minutes later, the food disappeared.
"All right everyone," Dumbledore said. "Up to bed. Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Granger, please follow me."
Hermione and Draco followed Dumbledore to a third floor corridor. Hermione looked over at Draco, who was smirking to himself, looking deep in thought. *Maybe it won't be too bad living in a dorm with him. No! How could it be! *
They finally stopped in front of a portrait of a silvery unicorn with flecks of gold in its mane. Next to it was a peasant girl in a brown, 19th century dress.
"Password?" She asked sweetly.
"Rosewood," Dumbledore answered, and the portrait swung open. "I am fully aware of your two's past history," he said, looking at both of them, his mustache quivering, probably hiding a smile. "But I expect both of you to be civil towards each other this year. Now I leave you here. Your watches for the corridors this week are posted on your bathroom door," he stated and left.
Hermione and Draco walked in their common room. It was very much like their old ones, except that it was decorated in gold and silver. Their rooms were on separate sides with a bathroom connecting them. In the bathroom, there was a tub much like the one in the perfects bathroom.
Without saying a word, both went to their separate rooms. When Hermione tried to go to sleep that night, Draco was the last thing she thought of before she slipped into unconsciousness. To her surprise, the thought of him didn't make her recoil.
********My chapter was longer, wasn't it? I know that I don't leave cliffhangers, but I will once the story get going. Review and tell be what you think.
Oh yeah. Thank you for everyone who reviewed my first two chapters.
Disclaimer: Not mine, I tell you! Not mine!
Spoiler about the Fifth book is in this chapter!
Draco's P.O.V.
"Damn Mudblood!" Draco cursed aloud, alone, in his train compartment. He had sent Crabbe and Goyle away because of his desire to blow off some steam about Granger that he didn't want anyone to hear.
Draco had tracked down Creevy and destroyed his film, so no blackmail could be used against him. Still, he knew that word would get around that he, Draco Malfoy, was embarrassed by the Mudblood, Hermione Granger, and he had to do something about that.
It was not like getting dirty water poured on him was the worst thing that Granger could have done to him, but of all the things that the Golden Trio had done to him over the years, it always seemed like she had always been the brain behind EVERYTHING!
Like in fifth year, Granger had arranged that meeting with that reporter to interview Potty about the day when the Dark Lord raised. He couldn't deny that his father was a Death Eater, because the article was in a magazine that was banned from Hogwarts at the time. He was stuck streaming about it for months as his father was taken to Azkaban.
It was not like he cared about his father, who was now dead, but Potty soiled the family name! He was still respected by the Slytherins, because most of them had parents as Death Eaters, but the rest of the wizarding sociality scorned him. And the reason of that was because of Granger! The list could have gone on and on. The dirty water in the bucket that just happened was the last straw. He was pushed over the edge of controlling his temper.
He now had to think of a plan to get even.
"It has to be evil and affective, but undetectable. It should ruin Granger's life. If I'm lucky, she would leave Hogwarts and never return to the wizarding world again, but what to do?" Draco wondered, rubbing his chin.
He started to smirk. "I need to think hard about this," he thought about horrible things that would break most wizards his age, but Draco knew that Mudblood or not, Hermione was very strong, and something strong was needed for his plan to success. Imagining Hermione's face when he finally got even he felt a feeling go though the pit of his stomach, but he quickly shook it off, thinking nothing of it.
"The book!" He said suddenly, as a light bulb went off in his head. "There will definitely be something useful in there!"
His father had left it to him, and Draco was sure that it would be all he would need. He decided to look at it the first chance he got. The train stopped and he got off with the happy thought.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
After he got of the train and into the horseless carriage, Draco went the Great Hall and watched the Sorting, which processed uneventfully.
Dumbledore gave his beginning of the term speech, which Draco listened to because, against his will, he had a small amount of respect for the professor. At the end of the speech, Dumbledore announced that Draco and Hermione were the new Head boy and girl. He and Hermione stood up to be acknowledged, and sat back down. Now it was time for the feast.
"So Draco," Pansy Parkinson said in her girly, high-pitched voice, almost pouting. "Why didn't you owl me over the summer? I missed you."
Pansy was a marriage possibility for Draco when he got out of Hogwarts. She wasn't partially pretty, nor was she ugly, but she wasn't really Draco's type. Still, she literally worshiped the ground he walked on, so he was as polite as he could be when he answered her.
"You know how it is Pansy.. I was busy. You understand, don't you?" He answered in a sexy voice. *No girl can resist that, * he thought.
Sure enough, Pansy willing forgave him and went back to talking to the other girls at the table.
Getting bored talking, Draco glance over at the Gryffindor table. There was Hermione, laughing with her friends. With that, Draco smirked, knowing how soon that will end.
Hermione's P.O.V.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione talked nearly nonstop on the train and horseless carriage. During the Feast their conversation continued after Dumbledore acknowledged Hermione and Draco as Head Boy and Girl (And no, the conversation wasn't about Wizard's chest or Quidditch.)
"So Hermione," Harry said. "What classes are you taking this year?"
"Yeah," Ron added. "Don't you have enough credits to graduate, or at least to take your N.E.W.T.'s right now?"
"Yes Ron, your right," Hermione said simply, then added, "but I'm going to get all of the experience in school that I can. I am going to take the test with everyone else."
Hermione then suddenly felt someone staring at the back of her head. She turned around and looked at all the tables. Her eyes came to rest on Draco, who was staring off into space with a smirk on his face.
Hermione quickly turned away. "Great," she mumbled under her breath. "He looks hot even when smirks.wait, what did I just say?" She said a little louder.
"Hermione?" Harry asked. "Did you say something?"
"Uh," She said thinking fast. "I was just wondering what this bench was made of. It is so old. It must be bewitched to last so long because of how much we use them." *That was pathetic! * She thought.
"Uh, I guess you could be right." Harry said slowly, turning back to his food, not looking like he completely believed her.
A few minutes later, the food disappeared.
"All right everyone," Dumbledore said. "Up to bed. Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Granger, please follow me."
Hermione and Draco followed Dumbledore to a third floor corridor. Hermione looked over at Draco, who was smirking to himself, looking deep in thought. *Maybe it won't be too bad living in a dorm with him. No! How could it be! *
They finally stopped in front of a portrait of a silvery unicorn with flecks of gold in its mane. Next to it was a peasant girl in a brown, 19th century dress.
"Password?" She asked sweetly.
"Rosewood," Dumbledore answered, and the portrait swung open. "I am fully aware of your two's past history," he said, looking at both of them, his mustache quivering, probably hiding a smile. "But I expect both of you to be civil towards each other this year. Now I leave you here. Your watches for the corridors this week are posted on your bathroom door," he stated and left.
Hermione and Draco walked in their common room. It was very much like their old ones, except that it was decorated in gold and silver. Their rooms were on separate sides with a bathroom connecting them. In the bathroom, there was a tub much like the one in the perfects bathroom.
Without saying a word, both went to their separate rooms. When Hermione tried to go to sleep that night, Draco was the last thing she thought of before she slipped into unconsciousness. To her surprise, the thought of him didn't make her recoil.
********My chapter was longer, wasn't it? I know that I don't leave cliffhangers, but I will once the story get going. Review and tell be what you think.
Oh yeah. Thank you for everyone who reviewed my first two chapters.