Jizz:I own nothing but the plot...
Sry for the small chapters, this is my first fic. so i'm starting small
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Hermione woke the next morning, automatically viewing the dew riddled grounds; she'd fallen asleep in her window. Unfortunately this made for a quite uncomfortable sleeping position, therefore she had some trouble standing and getting herself ready for the day ahead.
After dressing she hurried to the Common room to retrieve her books she'd need. Then, she left the portrait hole and followed a tide of students to the Great Hall, which was already filled with hungry students.
She found her way to the Gryffindor table, seating herself beside Ron and Lavendar Brown, who was deep in conversation with Parvati Patil about the latest trends of hair and such.
She gazed around, looking at all her fellow students, before realizing Harry was absent from the table. She turned to Ron, who seemed a bit too absorbed in his eggs.
"Just where is he?" she asked, looking at Ron with her usual 'tell me or die' look.
"He had 'buisness' Hermione," he said nervously, glancing from her to his plate a few times,"You know how he's been lately..."
"I know..."she said, her manner unchanging,"But that doesn't mean I like him being with that twit."
She had openly expressed her feeling t'wards Harrys' girlfriend at the beginning of the year, and her attitude t'ward Cho hadn't changed since.
It wasn't that Cho was all that bad, Hermione just detested the way she had treated Harry the previous year. In short terms she thought Harry deserved better.
Alas though, Hermione had her own troubles to worry about. She hadn't had much time to think about Draco this morning, or her plan to get she and him together.
Programmed by days of the same ritual, Hermione turned to the Slytherin table, finding Draco in his normal spot near the 'popular' group. Draco seemed happy today, seeing as his usual sneer was gone, replaced with a slight smirk that could also have been due to the fact that they were occupying themselves by tormenting passing students, but somehow, he still seemed suprisingly appealing.....
Sry for the small chapters, this is my first fic. so i'm starting small
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Hermione woke the next morning, automatically viewing the dew riddled grounds; she'd fallen asleep in her window. Unfortunately this made for a quite uncomfortable sleeping position, therefore she had some trouble standing and getting herself ready for the day ahead.
After dressing she hurried to the Common room to retrieve her books she'd need. Then, she left the portrait hole and followed a tide of students to the Great Hall, which was already filled with hungry students.
She found her way to the Gryffindor table, seating herself beside Ron and Lavendar Brown, who was deep in conversation with Parvati Patil about the latest trends of hair and such.
She gazed around, looking at all her fellow students, before realizing Harry was absent from the table. She turned to Ron, who seemed a bit too absorbed in his eggs.
"Just where is he?" she asked, looking at Ron with her usual 'tell me or die' look.
"He had 'buisness' Hermione," he said nervously, glancing from her to his plate a few times,"You know how he's been lately..."
"I know..."she said, her manner unchanging,"But that doesn't mean I like him being with that twit."
She had openly expressed her feeling t'wards Harrys' girlfriend at the beginning of the year, and her attitude t'ward Cho hadn't changed since.
It wasn't that Cho was all that bad, Hermione just detested the way she had treated Harry the previous year. In short terms she thought Harry deserved better.
Alas though, Hermione had her own troubles to worry about. She hadn't had much time to think about Draco this morning, or her plan to get she and him together.
Programmed by days of the same ritual, Hermione turned to the Slytherin table, finding Draco in his normal spot near the 'popular' group. Draco seemed happy today, seeing as his usual sneer was gone, replaced with a slight smirk that could also have been due to the fact that they were occupying themselves by tormenting passing students, but somehow, he still seemed suprisingly appealing.....
