Title: Childhood Crush
Author: Mini Squirt
Email: Lilcherry_Dust@hotmail.com
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to J.K.Rowling, except the plot.
20th Jan 2004
Chapter 2: Great, School (Gag me)
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Shoving herself into a pale pink and white singlet , Hermione dragged her suitcase out of her bedroom shoving the case down the stairs. Eyeing the long winding staircase, she contemplated a very important decision; did she want to go down the stairs the hard way or the lazy way? Grinning she chose the lazy way. Apperating at the bottom of the stairs, Hermione yawned and grabbing her bag lugging it into the kitchen.
Seeing her mum buttering toast and placing them into the toast rack, Hermione walked over towards her and placed a kiss on her cheek.
"Morning mum," Hermione said grabbing a toast from the rack. Chewing on it she grabbed the coffee pot and poured some into her mug.
"Morning honey," Emma Granger replied in a gentle tone, "Are you going to Hogwarts today?" she asked eyeing the suit case lying on the kitchen tiles.
"Yeah, I've only got a few more minutes left." Smiling Hermione snatched another toast and grabbed her mug heading into the dining room.
There sitting in the dining room was her Dad as usual buried in his Morning newspaper.
"Morning," Hermione said loudly, pecking her dad on the cheek. A startled Pike Granger looked up seeing his daughter smiling at him expectantly. "Morning Hermione," taking a gulp of coffee he resumed reading.
Rolling her eyes, Hermione sipped her coffee savouring the warm liquid as it slid down her throat. Ah bliss. Drinking coffee was her favourite wake- up call, with it's heavy aroma and sweet bittery taste. Finishing her half cold toast she wiped the crumbs off her hands, hoping her mum wouldn't see.
Looking at her watch she shrieked, "Mum, dad I'm gonna be late!"
After rushing out of the house with her suitcase and feet jammed into her sneakers, Hermione sighed in relief, hugging her parents she smiled, "Well I'm off."
Unable to resist, Emma hugged her daughter, wiping the tears out of her eyes. "Good luck darling," she whispered into her ear, "Don't forget your father and I are proud of you becoming Head Girl." Letting go, Emma smiled.
Pike ruffled his daughters hair affectionately, "Bye Hermione, don't forget to write, okay?" He placed a kiss on his daughter's forehead.
Hugging them both Hermione, shouted bye as she ran towards the middle of the two platforms.
Appearing on the other side of the wall on platform 9 ¾ with her suitcase in hand, Hermione felt herself crash into someone knocking them both off there feet onto the cold pavement with her on top. Blushing she quickly got up mumbling her apologies, while offering her hand to pull the poor victim up. Forcing her eyes to look at the poor victim who she crashed into, she found herself looking at none other than Draco Malfoy...
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Muttering to himself, seventeen-year-old Draco Malfoy carried his luggage towards the train. Ever since he had landed on the platform he'd been trying to avoid Pansy Parkinson, remembering how she had thrown herself at him in the holidays and the way she annoying continued to stick to him like some form of bad fungus. He shuddered at the memory of her obvious flirting.
Shaking his head in disgust, he tugged his bags across the station towards the train. He was about to board when he suddenly found himself knocked to the ground, the assailant on top of him.
Groaning he tried to move. Feeling whoever it was get up he groaned in relief, rubbing his side he ignored the offered hand, trying to getting up with what was left of his dignity. He glared and found himself looking at the one and only. . .Mop.
~.~
His heart leaped at seeing her.
Hermione had grown up over the years, with her riot of curls now reaching her waist, though it wasn't as curly as before. His appreciative eye ran down her now-lush figure. Her once straight as a broomstick body had gain curves. She was no longer a skinny mop, but in his opinion she would always be his sweet cute mop.
Hiding his emotions he scowled at her, "Nice mudblood. Figured you'd eventually throw yourself at me, can't hide those lusty thoughts forever you know. But if you wanted me that much you could've at least waited til we found a compartment first. Have some pride, please."
Feeling disgusted, Hermione wanted to slap him, "Get out of my way ferret boy," she hissed venomously. As she grabbed her bags she caved into her childish urge and kicked him in the shins as she used to do when they were little.
Grumbling and muttering she ignored the laughter that followed her as she boarded the train, looking for an empty compartment to brood in. Damn Draco Malfoy, the stupid git always made her feel like screaming.
Finding an empty compartment at last, she threw herself onto the seat not bothering about her clothes creasing, she'd be wearing a robe over them anyway.
Draco. The name brought shivers through her body. Draco had grown up. No longer the little boy she used to know and love, he had changed over the years into a guy she loathed.
But he was still as gorgeous as ever, no longer slicking back his hair but leaving it in a tousled look. His lean body had grown to 6'4 and had gained abs that all the girls swooned over.
Slumping against the seat she groaned, she could hear Harry and Ron standing outside her compartment door, counting silently she waited 1. . .2. . .3, "Oye Hermione, mind if we joined you?" asked Harry, already sitting down while Ron went over to the trolley lady for some food.
Sighing Hermione smiled, "Sure"
Seeing Ron return with an arm load of food and a chocolate frog in his mouth, Hermione giggled.
Dumping all the food on the chairs beside them, Ron grinned. "Hi Hermione," he said before he opened another packet of chocolate frogs and popped it into his mouth.
"So what did you do over the holidays?" Harry asked taking a packet of Bertie Botts every flavored beans off the chair and opened it.
"Nothing, unless you count looking after my dads dentist appointments and homework."
Ron had finished with the frogs was now eyeing the beans in Harry's hands, "Give me a bean Harry,"
With an evil glint in his eye's Harry said in a sweet voice, "Sure Ron," and placed a vomit green one in the outstretched freckled hand.
Looking at the bean suspiciously, he inspected it as though to make sure Harry didn't put dirt or whatever his evil mind could produce on it.
"Oh, mum was wondering if you liked the parcels she sent you." he said, finally satisfied with the bean and popped it into his mouth. Harry watched in satisfaction as his face slowly became a delightful shade of pale green. He starting gagging, "Water," he wheezed. Handing him the water, Hermione laughed as she watched Harry viciously pound him in the back, "Jeez Ron, there's plenty to go around, no need to choke yourself." Grinning, Harry winked at Hermione.
Settling down after bouts of large gulps of water and Harry's (ahem) lifesaving heroics, Ron glared maliciously at Harry, "You double sided prick, That was a puke flavoured one you handed me!" Harry who was innocently whistling made an appalled face, "Me? You're the one who said he wanted a bean." Harry said smiling prettily down at him.
Glowering darkly, Ron muttered curses under his breath. "Now, now Ron, no need to use such foul language in a lady's presence. Where have all your good manners gone? Your parents would be ashamed of you." Harry said smirking.
"Bastard." Ron growled.
"God, I really hope not. I don't think my parents would be very happy if I was." Harry said innocently.
"Yeah, they'd be crying if they found out that their son is a traitorous pig who gives his best friend puke flavored Beans." Ron said still scowling.
"Very creative."
"Thank you. You're still a bastard pig."
Snorting with laughter Hermione grinned, Harry and Ron always made her smile no matter what. As the two continued bickering Hermione looked up hearing a noise outside. She watched as the compartment door slid open revealing an evil son of a bitch. . . Malfoy.
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Hey, I'm sorry I haven't updated for like about a month but I've been really busy with all this homework and stuff. (Is there a rule where teachers aren't allowed to give us more than two hours homework? If not they really need to make one!)
Thanks for all the reviews, they really encouraged me to continue.
Thank you to my five reviewers also to those people who added me to their author alert and favorite's list, I was really touched.
Well chapter 3 probably won't be updated for awhile but please review.
Also if you have any comments or helpful hints—all constructive criticism please send them to me and if I suddenly use Japanese words in the story it's probably 'cause I've been reading loads of Japanese Animé.
Adios
~ Mini Squirt ~
Author: Mini Squirt
Email: Lilcherry_Dust@hotmail.com
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to J.K.Rowling, except the plot.
20th Jan 2004
Chapter 2: Great, School (Gag me)
~.~
Shoving herself into a pale pink and white singlet , Hermione dragged her suitcase out of her bedroom shoving the case down the stairs. Eyeing the long winding staircase, she contemplated a very important decision; did she want to go down the stairs the hard way or the lazy way? Grinning she chose the lazy way. Apperating at the bottom of the stairs, Hermione yawned and grabbing her bag lugging it into the kitchen.
Seeing her mum buttering toast and placing them into the toast rack, Hermione walked over towards her and placed a kiss on her cheek.
"Morning mum," Hermione said grabbing a toast from the rack. Chewing on it she grabbed the coffee pot and poured some into her mug.
"Morning honey," Emma Granger replied in a gentle tone, "Are you going to Hogwarts today?" she asked eyeing the suit case lying on the kitchen tiles.
"Yeah, I've only got a few more minutes left." Smiling Hermione snatched another toast and grabbed her mug heading into the dining room.
There sitting in the dining room was her Dad as usual buried in his Morning newspaper.
"Morning," Hermione said loudly, pecking her dad on the cheek. A startled Pike Granger looked up seeing his daughter smiling at him expectantly. "Morning Hermione," taking a gulp of coffee he resumed reading.
Rolling her eyes, Hermione sipped her coffee savouring the warm liquid as it slid down her throat. Ah bliss. Drinking coffee was her favourite wake- up call, with it's heavy aroma and sweet bittery taste. Finishing her half cold toast she wiped the crumbs off her hands, hoping her mum wouldn't see.
Looking at her watch she shrieked, "Mum, dad I'm gonna be late!"
After rushing out of the house with her suitcase and feet jammed into her sneakers, Hermione sighed in relief, hugging her parents she smiled, "Well I'm off."
Unable to resist, Emma hugged her daughter, wiping the tears out of her eyes. "Good luck darling," she whispered into her ear, "Don't forget your father and I are proud of you becoming Head Girl." Letting go, Emma smiled.
Pike ruffled his daughters hair affectionately, "Bye Hermione, don't forget to write, okay?" He placed a kiss on his daughter's forehead.
Hugging them both Hermione, shouted bye as she ran towards the middle of the two platforms.
Appearing on the other side of the wall on platform 9 ¾ with her suitcase in hand, Hermione felt herself crash into someone knocking them both off there feet onto the cold pavement with her on top. Blushing she quickly got up mumbling her apologies, while offering her hand to pull the poor victim up. Forcing her eyes to look at the poor victim who she crashed into, she found herself looking at none other than Draco Malfoy...
~.~
Muttering to himself, seventeen-year-old Draco Malfoy carried his luggage towards the train. Ever since he had landed on the platform he'd been trying to avoid Pansy Parkinson, remembering how she had thrown herself at him in the holidays and the way she annoying continued to stick to him like some form of bad fungus. He shuddered at the memory of her obvious flirting.
Shaking his head in disgust, he tugged his bags across the station towards the train. He was about to board when he suddenly found himself knocked to the ground, the assailant on top of him.
Groaning he tried to move. Feeling whoever it was get up he groaned in relief, rubbing his side he ignored the offered hand, trying to getting up with what was left of his dignity. He glared and found himself looking at the one and only. . .Mop.
~.~
His heart leaped at seeing her.
Hermione had grown up over the years, with her riot of curls now reaching her waist, though it wasn't as curly as before. His appreciative eye ran down her now-lush figure. Her once straight as a broomstick body had gain curves. She was no longer a skinny mop, but in his opinion she would always be his sweet cute mop.
Hiding his emotions he scowled at her, "Nice mudblood. Figured you'd eventually throw yourself at me, can't hide those lusty thoughts forever you know. But if you wanted me that much you could've at least waited til we found a compartment first. Have some pride, please."
Feeling disgusted, Hermione wanted to slap him, "Get out of my way ferret boy," she hissed venomously. As she grabbed her bags she caved into her childish urge and kicked him in the shins as she used to do when they were little.
Grumbling and muttering she ignored the laughter that followed her as she boarded the train, looking for an empty compartment to brood in. Damn Draco Malfoy, the stupid git always made her feel like screaming.
Finding an empty compartment at last, she threw herself onto the seat not bothering about her clothes creasing, she'd be wearing a robe over them anyway.
Draco. The name brought shivers through her body. Draco had grown up. No longer the little boy she used to know and love, he had changed over the years into a guy she loathed.
But he was still as gorgeous as ever, no longer slicking back his hair but leaving it in a tousled look. His lean body had grown to 6'4 and had gained abs that all the girls swooned over.
Slumping against the seat she groaned, she could hear Harry and Ron standing outside her compartment door, counting silently she waited 1. . .2. . .3, "Oye Hermione, mind if we joined you?" asked Harry, already sitting down while Ron went over to the trolley lady for some food.
Sighing Hermione smiled, "Sure"
Seeing Ron return with an arm load of food and a chocolate frog in his mouth, Hermione giggled.
Dumping all the food on the chairs beside them, Ron grinned. "Hi Hermione," he said before he opened another packet of chocolate frogs and popped it into his mouth.
"So what did you do over the holidays?" Harry asked taking a packet of Bertie Botts every flavored beans off the chair and opened it.
"Nothing, unless you count looking after my dads dentist appointments and homework."
Ron had finished with the frogs was now eyeing the beans in Harry's hands, "Give me a bean Harry,"
With an evil glint in his eye's Harry said in a sweet voice, "Sure Ron," and placed a vomit green one in the outstretched freckled hand.
Looking at the bean suspiciously, he inspected it as though to make sure Harry didn't put dirt or whatever his evil mind could produce on it.
"Oh, mum was wondering if you liked the parcels she sent you." he said, finally satisfied with the bean and popped it into his mouth. Harry watched in satisfaction as his face slowly became a delightful shade of pale green. He starting gagging, "Water," he wheezed. Handing him the water, Hermione laughed as she watched Harry viciously pound him in the back, "Jeez Ron, there's plenty to go around, no need to choke yourself." Grinning, Harry winked at Hermione.
Settling down after bouts of large gulps of water and Harry's (ahem) lifesaving heroics, Ron glared maliciously at Harry, "You double sided prick, That was a puke flavoured one you handed me!" Harry who was innocently whistling made an appalled face, "Me? You're the one who said he wanted a bean." Harry said smiling prettily down at him.
Glowering darkly, Ron muttered curses under his breath. "Now, now Ron, no need to use such foul language in a lady's presence. Where have all your good manners gone? Your parents would be ashamed of you." Harry said smirking.
"Bastard." Ron growled.
"God, I really hope not. I don't think my parents would be very happy if I was." Harry said innocently.
"Yeah, they'd be crying if they found out that their son is a traitorous pig who gives his best friend puke flavored Beans." Ron said still scowling.
"Very creative."
"Thank you. You're still a bastard pig."
Snorting with laughter Hermione grinned, Harry and Ron always made her smile no matter what. As the two continued bickering Hermione looked up hearing a noise outside. She watched as the compartment door slid open revealing an evil son of a bitch. . . Malfoy.
~.~
Hey, I'm sorry I haven't updated for like about a month but I've been really busy with all this homework and stuff. (Is there a rule where teachers aren't allowed to give us more than two hours homework? If not they really need to make one!)
Thanks for all the reviews, they really encouraged me to continue.
Thank you to my five reviewers also to those people who added me to their author alert and favorite's list, I was really touched.
Well chapter 3 probably won't be updated for awhile but please review.
Also if you have any comments or helpful hints—all constructive criticism please send them to me and if I suddenly use Japanese words in the story it's probably 'cause I've been reading loads of Japanese Animé.
Adios
~ Mini Squirt ~