'Tis My Heart Which Loves What They Despise
Rating: R for later chapters.
Disclaimer: I have not the talent of Billy Shakespeare or J.K. Rowling, and I don't pretend I do either. Anything you don't recognize (or is badly written) is mine.
Summary: Head Girl Hermione and Head Boy Draco along with all of the other 7th year Hogwarts students have been forced into a year long Shakespeare class. Hermione an expert in logic and reasoning finds the world of 16th century plays and sonnets beyond her reach. Hermione is assigned an unlikely tutor and well you can guess the rest.
Chapter Two
-Normal POV-
The golden plates had cleared away, the first years had been sorted, and the candles were burning low. Dumbledore cleared his throat and began his usual beginning of term speech, as usual Hermione was rapt with attention, as usual Draco could care less.
'Now that our heads are not focused on hunger, I have a few announcements to make. First Mr. Filch would like me to remind you that magic is not allowed in the corridors, either are many other items including Skiving Snack boxes and Portable Swamps. A full list is posted in all of the common rooms. For new additions to the staff we have Professor Lupin who has graciously decided to rejoin our staff as Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, and Professor Maddock here to teach seventh year Shakespeare," clapping started as usual but the seventh years muttered to each other wondering why this new class was in place.
"Oh dear," whispered Hermione to Ron, "They never told us about a Shakespeare course, I don't have any of the right books, I'm not prepared I haven't read any Shakespeare ever." Finishing in a frightened tone.
"And please give a round of applause to our head boy and girl Hermione and Draco Malfoy" Shouted Dumbledore over the buzzing students.
"What?" cried Draco and Hermione from opposite ends of the great hall. Dumbledore's botched attempt to fix his mistake was not working the entire student body had erupted in laughter at the thought of Draco and Hermione, the muggle born and the pureblood, the Gryffindor and the Slytherin, the bad ass and the goody two shoes, ever getting married.
Hermione's redden cheeks fell into her hands, 'this is going to be a long year she thought' "Harry, Ron will you two please shut it" she said glaring across the table.
"But Hermione," chuckled Seamus, "He just made it sound like you and Malfoy were husband and wife." He spoke as if she was dull as wood. But with Seamus's reminder the Gryffindor laughed even harder.
"Now that we've all had a good laugh," said Dumbledore " Let's head back to our dormitories, prefects will lead the first years, Good Night"
Hermione, Ron, and Harry walked out of the big double doors at the same time Draco, Blaise, and Pansy did. And at the same time Hermione and Draco were pulled aside by a Professor McGonagall.
"Excuse me Professor," said Draco lazily "But we have to go to our dorms and unpack"
"That's exactly where we are headed," Professor McGonagall shot back "The two of you shall be sharing a dormitory and bathroom. You are to show a united front with inter-house unity."
"You mean I have to live with..with..That" Draco said disgusted pointing to Hermione.
"Yes, I do," said Professor McGonagall sternly, "And you will do it with a smile on your face too"
The two enemies silently followed the Professor up to the fifth floor somewhere in an empty corridor stopping at a portrait of the two star crossed lovers, Romeo and Juliet.
"The password is True Love," said McGonagall and with a swish of her cloak she walked away.
-Draco's POV-
What a year this will be, I'm lucky enough to share a room with the mudblood, whose password is some type of sappy crap. Now as Granger opens the door watch it lead to a pink a frilly common room.
But Hermione opened the door and it lead into a beautifully ornate common room decorated in Black, Green and Red. Two small couches faced the fireplace one in red and one in green. Tapestries portraying lions and serpents hung the walls. Two desks were in the room on opposing again one was red and one green. And then on either side of the fireplace were doors, one marked head boy and one marked head girl.
Draco went through to his room and saw a completely green and silver room, Slytherin colors. Just what he wanted, and he flopped down on his canopy bed.
I could get used to this awesome common room and private room. And Granger's not too bad either she's got a kickin' body with legs that go on forever. Wait. Draco shook himself out of the thought. She was first and only that filthy mudblood, Potter's friend, and the girl he was to beat in every subject.
-Hermione's POV-
Walking into her door Hermione was shocked at the beautiful red and gold room that she had to herself all year long. She had bookshelves on the walls that were filled with all of her favorite books. She opened up a beautiful mahogany wardrobe to see all of her robes and clothes neatly pressed. Hermione was so excited about her room to remember to be mad about the house elves doing all of her unpacking.
Hermione opened the door to the bathroom and saw a pool sized tub with tons of knobs to release bubble of different flavors (A/N I know flavors is the wrong word but I always use it) there was a tall glass shower with three different shower heads. She then turned to see the other side, which had two sinks and a mirror the spread the length of the room. It wasn't until she looked in the mirror that she realized that Draco was at the other end doing a similar search of the room.
"Granger" he greeted her.
"Ferret Boy" Hermione spat back at him wanting to be on top if they battled it out.
"Mudblood" he hissed back. "You aren't fit to lick my shoes clean, let alone talk back to me."
"I am more magical then you will ever be. I am not going to take any shit from one of Voldemort's lap dogs so just shut up and leave", Hermione said with more confidence than she knew she had.
"Don't" Draco glared at her "Talk about things you know nothing about, and you will leave since you are the lower class of human" he spoke in little above a whisper but he had a similar knack as his father did he was able to command intimidation at a low tone.
Hermione left half scared half confused and lay on her bed with the same thought as Draco had. What the hell have I gotten myself into now!
Neither had a long night of sleep but eventually the waves of slumber hit both of them.
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