Disclaimer: Don't own.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews!
Just telling truth: I'm sorry if I don't live up to you're high standard
of writing! What does it have to be 1000% perfect? I bet T.S. Eliot couldn't even do it! T.S. Eliot
was one of the best writers of all time. Mabey I'm not normal but, at least I'm not like you who
has to have everything perfect! In case you haven't noticed, Miss Priss, this is my story
and I can make the characters however I damn well please.. GO FRISK A COW!
Sorry to EVERYONE who had to read that... Lost my temper. I don't mind flames, but she went a
little too far.. ::puppy eyes::
preciousonee: Your last review made me fall over laughing! I don't know why, but it was funny!
Oh and I am not getting to the Pansy part just yet. Hold tight it'll come!
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The next morning Hermione woke up to Draco's sweet sent. She opened her eyes and looked
up at his face. He was sleeping like a baby. 'How much cuter can he get?' she thought. She rolled
over so that her back was towards Draco and she was faceing her night stand. The clock read 9:30.
'Wait! 9:30?' "Shit!" she yelled. They were late for potions.
Draco jumped clear out of his skin when she screamed. "Mione what is it?" he asked, looking
at her with pure worry.
"Late! Potions! Snape! Kill! Death! Points!" she panted hurrying around the room, throwing
clothing frantically around the room. "DRACO?!?! Did you not here me?" She stopped and looked at
him.
"What?" he asked.
"WE-ARE-LATE-FOR-POTIONS!" she said makeing it very clear.
"OH SHIT!" he said jumping up, and running to his room to get ready.
Hermione was dressed and grabbed a robe off the floor.
Draco and Hermione ran as fast as they could to the dungeons. They entered. Everyone looked
up at them. The Slytherins were snickering and smirking. The Gryffindors were glareing at Hermione.
She couldn't figure out why. They hadn't acted mean to her about Draco yet.Most of them were
understanding. She and Draco took a seat next to Harry. Hermione in the middle. Harry was trying
not to burst into laughter.
"What?" she asked.
"Hermione, look at your robes." he whispered.
Hermione slowly looked down, not to see the maroon and gold gryffin, but a green and silver
snake. She was wearing Draco's robes. He had run out of the room he didn't take his clothes. (He
sleeps in boxers, get your heads out of the gutter!)
"Fuck!" she cursed. Draco looked over at her.
"What?" he asked, and she pointed to the Slytherin badge. He laughed, "Sorry hun, but that
doesn't go well with your tie." he said pointing to her Gryffindor tie.
"You're not funny!" she said. Harry and Draco were laughing by now.
Snape walked in. "Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy, when did you get here. You definitally weren't
here when the class started. 10 points from Slytherin for being late, 20 points from Gryffindor
for being late. Mr. Potter, can't contain your laughter? That's another 15. Oh and another 10 for
impersonating a Slytherin." He smirked at Hermione. She turned red and hid her face.
They had Care of Magical Creatures right after potions, so she didn't have time to get
a new robe.
Draco, Harry, and Hermione made their way down to Hagrids hut.
"'Ello Harry, 'Mione, what's Malfoy doin' with yeh?" he asked.
"Draco and Hermione have been dateing since this summer." said Harry.
"Oh, well, 'Appy for yeh 'Ermione" said Hagrid. "Can't wait 'till yeh see what I've got
planned fer yeh today!"
The rest of the class arrived, and Hagrid started.
"Today we're studyin' Jarveys! Can 'nyone tell me wut they do?"
Hermione's hand shot up.
"Yes 'Mione?"
"The Jarvey is found in Britian, Ireland, and North America. It resembles an over grown
ferret," she looked at Draco and smiled remembering fourth year, "in most respects, except for the
fact that it can talk. True conversation, however, is beyond the with of the Jarvey, which tends
to confine itself to short, and often rude, phrases in an almost constant stream. Jarveys live
mostly below ground, where they pursue gnomes, though they will also eat moles, rats, and voles."
she said, directly quoteing Fantastic Beasts & Where to Find Them, by Newt Scamander.
"10 points to Gryffindor. Right, two in a group. Pair up. Get your Jarvey out of that crate
over there and try to tame it." he said pointing two a long wooden crate.
"So Mudblood," said Blaise, "What made you take the sudden interest in Slytherin? I mean,
first you become Draco's whore, and then you dress like him. What next?"
Hermione smacked Blaise right across the face. "I am not Draco's whore!"
Blaise grabbed her cheek, and glared daggers at Hermione. "You'll pay mudblood!" With
that she went to talk to Pansy.
"Are you ok 'Mione?" Draco asked.
"Yeah, peachy." she answered sarcastically.
"Sorry."
"No, I'm sorry, Draco." she said and she hugged him and went to grab the Jarvey.
"UNHAND ME YOU UGLY BEING." it shouted.
"That's not very nice." Hermione stated.
"YOU'RE NOT VERY NICE LOOKING!"
"I don't think I like this thing Draco." remarked Hermione.
Draco laughed and the lesson went on. They managed to tame it, and they named it Hot-Head.
They were on their way to dinner when they heard a screeching behind them.
"Drackie! What are you doing hanging out with the mudblood?" Pansy asked.
"Don't call her that, Parkinson. Get away form me." Draco snapped.
"You'll pay for this." she said to Hermione before running to the dungeons.
"That's the second time today, I've been told that." she said.
"They can't do anything to you, don't worry." Draco assured her and they went into the
Great Hall and separated to go to their tables.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews!
Just telling truth: I'm sorry if I don't live up to you're high standard
of writing! What does it have to be 1000% perfect? I bet T.S. Eliot couldn't even do it! T.S. Eliot
was one of the best writers of all time. Mabey I'm not normal but, at least I'm not like you who
has to have everything perfect! In case you haven't noticed, Miss Priss, this is my story
and I can make the characters however I damn well please.. GO FRISK A COW!
Sorry to EVERYONE who had to read that... Lost my temper. I don't mind flames, but she went a
little too far.. ::puppy eyes::
preciousonee: Your last review made me fall over laughing! I don't know why, but it was funny!
Oh and I am not getting to the Pansy part just yet. Hold tight it'll come!
=/\_/\=
The next morning Hermione woke up to Draco's sweet sent. She opened her eyes and looked
up at his face. He was sleeping like a baby. 'How much cuter can he get?' she thought. She rolled
over so that her back was towards Draco and she was faceing her night stand. The clock read 9:30.
'Wait! 9:30?' "Shit!" she yelled. They were late for potions.
Draco jumped clear out of his skin when she screamed. "Mione what is it?" he asked, looking
at her with pure worry.
"Late! Potions! Snape! Kill! Death! Points!" she panted hurrying around the room, throwing
clothing frantically around the room. "DRACO?!?! Did you not here me?" She stopped and looked at
him.
"What?" he asked.
"WE-ARE-LATE-FOR-POTIONS!" she said makeing it very clear.
"OH SHIT!" he said jumping up, and running to his room to get ready.
Hermione was dressed and grabbed a robe off the floor.
Draco and Hermione ran as fast as they could to the dungeons. They entered. Everyone looked
up at them. The Slytherins were snickering and smirking. The Gryffindors were glareing at Hermione.
She couldn't figure out why. They hadn't acted mean to her about Draco yet.Most of them were
understanding. She and Draco took a seat next to Harry. Hermione in the middle. Harry was trying
not to burst into laughter.
"What?" she asked.
"Hermione, look at your robes." he whispered.
Hermione slowly looked down, not to see the maroon and gold gryffin, but a green and silver
snake. She was wearing Draco's robes. He had run out of the room he didn't take his clothes. (He
sleeps in boxers, get your heads out of the gutter!)
"Fuck!" she cursed. Draco looked over at her.
"What?" he asked, and she pointed to the Slytherin badge. He laughed, "Sorry hun, but that
doesn't go well with your tie." he said pointing to her Gryffindor tie.
"You're not funny!" she said. Harry and Draco were laughing by now.
Snape walked in. "Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy, when did you get here. You definitally weren't
here when the class started. 10 points from Slytherin for being late, 20 points from Gryffindor
for being late. Mr. Potter, can't contain your laughter? That's another 15. Oh and another 10 for
impersonating a Slytherin." He smirked at Hermione. She turned red and hid her face.
They had Care of Magical Creatures right after potions, so she didn't have time to get
a new robe.
Draco, Harry, and Hermione made their way down to Hagrids hut.
"'Ello Harry, 'Mione, what's Malfoy doin' with yeh?" he asked.
"Draco and Hermione have been dateing since this summer." said Harry.
"Oh, well, 'Appy for yeh 'Ermione" said Hagrid. "Can't wait 'till yeh see what I've got
planned fer yeh today!"
The rest of the class arrived, and Hagrid started.
"Today we're studyin' Jarveys! Can 'nyone tell me wut they do?"
Hermione's hand shot up.
"Yes 'Mione?"
"The Jarvey is found in Britian, Ireland, and North America. It resembles an over grown
ferret," she looked at Draco and smiled remembering fourth year, "in most respects, except for the
fact that it can talk. True conversation, however, is beyond the with of the Jarvey, which tends
to confine itself to short, and often rude, phrases in an almost constant stream. Jarveys live
mostly below ground, where they pursue gnomes, though they will also eat moles, rats, and voles."
she said, directly quoteing Fantastic Beasts & Where to Find Them, by Newt Scamander.
"10 points to Gryffindor. Right, two in a group. Pair up. Get your Jarvey out of that crate
over there and try to tame it." he said pointing two a long wooden crate.
"So Mudblood," said Blaise, "What made you take the sudden interest in Slytherin? I mean,
first you become Draco's whore, and then you dress like him. What next?"
Hermione smacked Blaise right across the face. "I am not Draco's whore!"
Blaise grabbed her cheek, and glared daggers at Hermione. "You'll pay mudblood!" With
that she went to talk to Pansy.
"Are you ok 'Mione?" Draco asked.
"Yeah, peachy." she answered sarcastically.
"Sorry."
"No, I'm sorry, Draco." she said and she hugged him and went to grab the Jarvey.
"UNHAND ME YOU UGLY BEING." it shouted.
"That's not very nice." Hermione stated.
"YOU'RE NOT VERY NICE LOOKING!"
"I don't think I like this thing Draco." remarked Hermione.
Draco laughed and the lesson went on. They managed to tame it, and they named it Hot-Head.
They were on their way to dinner when they heard a screeching behind them.
"Drackie! What are you doing hanging out with the mudblood?" Pansy asked.
"Don't call her that, Parkinson. Get away form me." Draco snapped.
"You'll pay for this." she said to Hermione before running to the dungeons.
"That's the second time today, I've been told that." she said.
"They can't do anything to you, don't worry." Draco assured her and they went into the
Great Hall and separated to go to their tables.