Hey I know I'm popping theses things out-lol…I know I'm putting out these chapters out quick it's just that my idea juices are flowing.
CHoCo
Title: Secret Sinful Kisses
Chapter: Luck
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst/Romance
After the Sorting Hat's traditional song was done and over. Dumbledor made a stand for the podium. He had aged a great deal but a friendly smile came across his crescent, and weathered face.
"Welcome again students at Hogwarts, both old," he looked towards the seventh year table, "and new," he smiled at the timid first years. "I have decided to cut into the ceremony to announce some rather exciting news," he waved his wand and a blue piece of parchment appeared in his hands. "Granger, Hermoine," he spoke looking over his glasses.
Hermione made a pleading look towards Henry. Her face felt flushed and her hands began to shake absent-mindedly. She held the hem of her black jacket to keep her hands from jittering.
"Krista, Scott," a boy with blonde hair and gray eyes with a broad smile joined Hermoine up on stage.
"Malfoy, Draco."
Hermoine's heart skipped a beat. Draco Malfoy had made Head Boy. He stood on stage with a smile that frightened her. Draco shook hands with Scott and eyed Hermoine.
If Draco were to be Head Boy he would give no justice especially toward the Gryffindor's. Hermione swallowed down the erg to rip the badge off Draco's chest and give it to Henry.
She looked out towards the crowd and smiled at everyone that cheered. Ron and Harry whistled like crazy and Fred and George applauded with intensity. When all the names were called Hermoine and all the others were expected to meet again after dinner.
Draco smiled to himself. There was nothing he wouldn't give to see Hermoine's face so shattered because he achieved. He sighted over to the Gryffindor table catching eye contact with Hermoine who frowned and began to pick at her food.
She was pathetic if she thought by shooting nasty glares at him that he would resign. He had some tricks up his sleeves in stored for Hermoine.
Hermoine looked to her right. Henry was gone. She turned towards Ron and whispered, "Where's Henry?"
"I dunno," he said and turned back towards Harry who was talking about there up coming Quidditch practices.
Hermoine finally forgot about it and turned towards Ginny who congratulated her and began to talk to her about becoming Head Girl.
Dinner ended and Hermoine met up with Professor Mc Gonagall. She leaded them down to a corridor. The dungeons were colder than she could remember. Hermoine pulled there black jacket closer to her and looked at Draco who only wore a long sleeved shirt.
He's probably used to this.
There was halt in there steps. They were in the Slytherin Dungeons. Hermoine peered over the many heads and saw Professor Mc Gonagall stood in front of a portrait that to Hermoine's surprise, neither of them had seen before. The painting was of a door old and rusty. Even the paint it's self began to chip.
Hermoine gave a look and watched closely at what she was going to do. Mc Gonagall gave a quick flick of her wand. A silver aurora of mist sprang towards the portrait of the rusty door.
The students took a step back as the door grew larger before their very eyes. The picture changed as well becoming large and less rusty until it was nothing but a sliver door in its place.
Draco stepped forward and everyone else followed up behind him. Hermoine stared at him as he entered the room with the others. When they entered the room there were six other doors, allebony this time. Professor Mc Gonagall turned around to the students. Everyone was silent with anxiousness. Hermoine's fingers tingled with the wait.
"Behind these doors are your rooms." Hermoine raised her hand. Draco rolled his eyes and looked the opposite way. "Yes, Hermoine."
"Who are were going to be paired off with?" she said. Draco turned back around seeing whether or not it would be answered; he didn't want to be paired off with anyone.
Professor Mc Gonagall pulled out a piece of parchment. She began to read off names.
"Ores, David and Jones, Matthew." Two boys steeped forward. "You two will be sharing the room on the left. Draco looked around the room and smiled. There were more girls than boys. He didn't mind sharing a room with a girl.
Draco crossed his arms over his chest and smirked.
Hermoine was wishing that she didn't get paired up with Draco. Even though there were more girls than boys her luck always had a way of failing when she needed it most.
There were only Hermoine, Draco, Liz and Carmen left to be sorted out. "Warren, Liz and Gibson, Carmen will share the room down this hall," Mc Gonagall pointed towards one of the doors further down the hall.
"Granger, Hermoine and Lemoore, Hermis," Professor Mc Gonagall stopped short and closed her eyes briefly. "Hermis isn't here with us," she mumbled sadly. She looked up from her list and saw Draco and Hermoine glaring at each other.
Draco shoved his hands in his black robes in a defiant way. He was going to get stuck with Hermoine.
Hermoine wanted to scream. This wasn't happening, this couldn't be happening. But it was and she was going to have to deal with it.
Professor Mc Gonagall folded the paper in her hands and stared back at them. She had to tell them what they didn't want to hear. Professor Mc Gonagall smoothed out her robes and told Hermoine and Draco to follow her.
Hermoine and Draco exchanged looks of hate. They entered a long hallway intersection exiting the portrait and headed towards Dumbledor's office. The whole walk Hermoine prayed that they would not be together.
"Sugar quill," Professor Mc Gonagall spoke for the password to enter. A lavish staircase came down. Nervously, Hermoine and Draco went up the stairs. Hermoine and Draco again exchanged looks of regret as she knocked on the door softly.
"Come in."
Mc Gonagall pushed them softly forward as she walked behind them with a look of worry on her mind. The room was cozy, a sofa in the right corner-red with red throw back pillows, very Dumbledor like.
Hermoine looked around the room and saw a red bird in a cage. It was brilliant. She had read up on these type of birds her third year when Harry told her about it saving him and Ginny out of the Chamber of Secrets. "A phoenix," she whispered.
Draco rolled his eyes yet again and plopped himself in a chair. He looked upon the walls bored like. Portraits of old Headmasters began to whisper lowly. Some of them were pointing at Hermoine and Draco. When Draco looked up they grew quiet.
"Lemon drops?"
Draco looked for the voice that startled him. Dumbledor smiled warmly at him and in return all Draco did was glare.
"No thank, you."
"So, what seems to bring you-Ms. Granger? Malfoy?" Dumbledor held out a lemon drop to Hermoine who kindly refused. Mc Gonagall stepped forward.
"There's has seem to be a mix up," Hermoine spoke. "You see, Malfoy and I can't share the same room-
"It's not that we can't we just won't," Draco said finishing what she struggled to say.
Mc Gonagall stood by. "You did assign rooms to the others right?" Dumbledor asked her.
"Yes, but I don't think it's fit to have a boy and a girl, none the less a boy and girl who despise each other in the same room."
"They don't have to share the same room. There's been one for them in The Tower. You did get the information? I wrote it down next to your list of names."
Hermoine was praying that she lost it. She didn't want this. After a few moments of waiting and shuffling through papers, Mc Gonagall held up a blue piece of parchment.