1Chapter Nine

Disclaimer- I didn't write Harry Potter, dang it! lol.

For the second time that day, after Draco got out of the shower, Dumbledore was in their room. "I'm sorry to bother you two, but I need to say another thing, one that I just found out about."

"What's that?" Hermione said, sort of embarrassed, since he'd walked in on them making out this time.

"We have two new students. They're marvelous witches for their age... Twins. They're in the same year as you. They were moved here from Beauxbatons, of course you know what that is. But I'd love for you two to sort of show them the ropes around here, help them out a bit. They've both already been accepted into Slytherin, and Hermione, I know that's not of choice to you, but... They're nice people, really."

Hermione, ignoring his comment about Slytherin, asked him, "What're their names, sir?"

"Harlee and Baylee Manseau. They're French. And they are two beautiful young ladies. I assure you that you'll love them, and I hope that you will take them under your wing."

"Sir," Hermione objected, "why on Earth, if you don't mind me asking, would someone move their children this close to the end of their education?"

"It really isn't my place to say, Miss Granger. And if you'll excuse me now, I'm afraid I need to return to my office to welcome them gratefully to our castle. I shall see you at dinner, no?"

"Of course, sir," Hermione replied.

After he was gone, Draco looked suspiciously at Hermione. "What was that about? Not his place to say why they're here, and they're already accepted to Slytherin before they arrive?"

"Obviously not our business," Hermione said. "But I know what is our business. This ball we're hosting. We don't have much time before Christmas, and we start planning on January first. And goodness... We really do need to catch up with our schoolwork. So what do you say, study hour? We really don't have much else to do, we're already out of classes for the day."

Draco sighed. He didn't really want to, but he knew they had to. "Alright. I agree. On one term."

"What's that?"

"That you'll kiss me," he said, moving toward her. She put her arm around his neck and kissed him... He pulled her up to him, and she wrapped her legs around him. He pulled away to say, "Hermione... This is too much," but then laid her on the bed anyway. "I love you," he said, kissing her neck.

"We can't do this," she said, breathing too hard. "I'll be in the shower... I'll be out in a little while. Sorry..."

At dinner that night, Dumbledore stood up, to make his nightly toast, with a girl on each arm. "Attention, everyone," he said. "I'd like to announce the arrival of two new students that will be at Hogwarts for the remainder of the year... Harlee and Baylee Manseau. They are moving here from Beauxbatons, and I hope that you will make them feel welcome." After his little speech, the professor walked the two girls over to where Hermione and Draco were sitting at the Slytherin table.

"This is where you'll eat all of your meals, that's a start. This is the Slytherin table. And these are your head boy and girl, Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger."

"How do you do?" Draco asked them, showing his manners.

They both replied with a heavily accented, "We're great, how're you?"

They sat by them and ate their dinner in silence, since they didn't know anyone. But Draco noticed right away how stunningly beautiful they both were. They were identical... Both had long black hair, and it was perfect... And deep blue eyes... And were both incredibly skinny, which was the only turn off to Draco.

"Draco," Hermione whispered. "You're losing yourself in them."

"You must be kidding me, Hermione," Draco retorted. "I need nothing or anyone but you for the rest of my life."

"Good," she said, "because I thought I was going to have to punish you... By never kissing you again!"

"You wouldn't do that..."

Soon, the dinner was finished, and the very last treacle tart was gone, via Crabbe and Goyle. Hermione had found out before that the only reason Draco had anything to do with those senseless oafs was because his father paid him for it.

As they were walking sleepily to their dorms, Hermione felt a light tap on the shoulder.

"Sorry to bother you two," either Harlee or Baylee said. "But we can't seem to find my way to the Slytherin common room. Would you mind helping us?"

"Sure, so long as you tell me which of you is which and how I can tell you apart." Hermione joked.

Baylee spoke up. "I'm Baylee. One thing different about us is that my nose is a little longer and skinny, while Harlee's is shorter... And fatter." she laughed. "And my eyes are bigger, hers are more spaced apart and beady."

"Thanks. The Slytherin common room is that way, just turn to your left... Be sure to mind the staircases, they tend to change a lot. We'll stay here to be sure that you get there alright, but we won't follow you. I believe the password is 'beat Ravenclaw,' but if not, just come back over here." Draco said.

Now they were alone, walking together to the head's room. "I am just now noticing how much taller you are than me," Hermione said. He was six foot three, when she was a tiny five foot two.

Draco moved his hand from hers to put his arm around her shoulder. "But it's adorable, I have to say. Pansy was always so much closer in size to me..." he said, hoping to strike a nerve.

"You know I don't like that dreadful bitch. YOU KNOW IT! But out of curiosity, was there really ever anything between you two?"

"Nah, she was too disgusting for me. You know how they say French girls are kinky? She is living proof. She moved to Bristol from Paris when she was seven, and she is truly a kinky girl... I'll tell you what happened between us if you say what has happened between you and Harry before."

Hermione laughed. They then walked through the door to their common room, and Hermione walked straight to the couch. "Deal. I'll even go first."

"Good deal."

"You may be surprised. But honestly... Only one thing has happened between me and Harry. In our fifth year, after Sirius died... I made him meet me somewhere... I felt bad for him... And I just wanted to talk to him to make sure he was okay. He came onto me... And next thing I knew we were making out, and I honestly was afraid to object... This is before my transformation, remember. So my first kiss was none other than the boy who lived, sadly... And then... You'll really love this. The next day, I told him that I simply couldn't date him like that or anything... He started crying... And I later walked in on him and Ron getting a little too happy together."

"What do you mean by that?" Draco asked, with a slight smirk on his face.

"Well, you know how Harry was all protective of Ron when we tried to tell them we were dating?"

"Yes."

"That's why. They're gay with each other... I swore myself to secrecy after seeing them, but who the fuck cares now. They're jackasses. So I don't need to not tell anymore. Actually, that's probably good blackmail..." Hermione giggled an evil laugh.

"Babe, that's not a good idea. You know that."

"I know. But hey, now it's your turn to tell about you and Pansy!"

"Well..."he started. "You see, it was very long ago. But she would always come to me, in fifth year, when she knew my father had been beating me... Because she knew I was most vulnerable then. She came to me all the time, acting like she just wanted to help... But all that whore wanted was sex."

"Did you ever... Do it with her...?" Hermione asked, curiously.

"FUCK no! Why in God's name would I do that? Gross! But... We've made out a lot... She's done some stuff to me, but never me to her."

"Interesting..." Hermione said, then busted out laughing. "THAT'S HILARIOUS!"

"Leave me alone Hermione." Draco said, trying not to laugh himself.

"Well we've certainly lightened up the mood today. Haha.."

"Yeah... I need sleep," Draco said, being kind of vague.

So they both went to bed, Draco into a restless sleep.

Up the stairs, the station where the act becomes the art of growing up!

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