Disclaimer: Nope. I don't own Harry Potter. Or do I? Well, no, really I
don't. J.K. Rowling does. Coz she's cool.Heehee
**Hermione's POV**
That night after Ginny left Hermione in the library people kept coming up to her and asking her millions of questions. Like 'Hermione, is it all true? Are you giving up studying and putting all your efforts into cheerleading?' or 'Hermione. Are you really going on a book strike and going out with every guy in Hogwarts until Dumbledore orders the book you want?' Hermione was really fed up with it.
'Damn that Ginny.' Hermione thought. 'Last year, I helped her with her homework and got Harry to be her boyfriend (but they aren't going out anymore), and this is how she repays me! Blackmailing me! For a stupid paper, and that paper wasn't even mine! So basically this is all Ron's fault. Snape really did lose my paper, I didn't lie. I finished Ron's late paper for him, and went to turn it in, but if I tell on Ron then he'll get in trouble. Damn! I knew I shouldn't have helped him. Him and his damn excuses! 'Hermione, I need top marks like you. Please help!' Agh! I hate him!'
Hermione got to the prefects room and opened the door.
'Gods life is so hard! If I tell the truth I get my friend in trouble, and get out of this mess. If I live a lie and go on with the cheerleading thing maybe it won't be so bad. I mean, Ginny is always talking about how great it is. All it is, is screaming and jumping up and down with pom-poms. How hard can it be?'
Hermione walked to her room, without stopping, opened her door, walked to her bed and plopped down.
'I guess I'll save Ron's neck, but he owes me big!'
**The Next Day**
Hermione ignored everyone that talked to her that day on her way to the great hall for breakfast.
Hermione saw a booth with a ridiculous amount of girls crowded around it.
'Must be Ginny setting up all the cheerleaders.'
Hermione walked straight past them over to the Gryffindor table where Harry and Ron were already shoveling food into their mouths. She sat down with them.
Ron looked up, blushed, and then looked back down when she got there. Hermione inwardly glared at him.
It stayed silent for a bit until Harry finally broke the ice. "So, err, Hermione. Cheerleader, huh? You have to walk around in those short skirts and wave around pom-poms?"
Hermione didn't say anything, just glared at Harry.
Just then, the great hall doors burst open. A whole pack of girls rushed in. Ginny, Lavendar, Parvati and Natalie leading the way of course.
All of the girls took their seats at their own tables, but Ginny just kept skipping to the front. When she reached the front she handed Dumbledore a big yellow envelope. She whispered something in his ear, and then went and sat back down in her seat.
Dumbledore stood up and cleared his throat. "I have the results of who are going to be our first ever Quidditch cheerleaders."
He opened the folder and scanned the page, grinning every few seconds. "Alright now, the Gryffindors have already been announced. The Hufflepuff girls will be Hannah Abbott, Susan Bones, Elenor Branstone, Megan Jones, and Laura Madley."
The Hufflepuff table broke into applause and some girls started squealing and saying 'good job'. The Slytherins all snorted.
"Yes, well done ladies," Dumbledore continued. "Now the Ravenclaw girls are Terry Boot (A/N: I'm not sure in this is a girl or boy, I've read in many stories that it's a girl, and others that it's a boy.), Mandy Brocklehurst, Su Li, Lisa Turpin, and Padma Patil."
The Ravenclaws weren't as enthusiastic, but they did have many cheers and squeals.
"Well done," Dumbledore said. "Now, the Slytherin girls are Blaise Zabini (A/N: Again, I'm not sure if this is a girl or boy. In many stories it's a girl, and others it's a boy), Pansy Parkinson, Millicent Bullstrode, Gregory Goyle, and Vincent Crabbe."
There were loads of squeals from this table. Mainly from Pansy Parkinson, Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe. Many in the room were laughing, probably about Slytherin having male cheerleaders, and those two, out of all people. Malfoy just stood up, with no expression on his face, and walked calmly out of the great hall.
"Well done ladies." Dumbledore said. Some at the Slytherin table cleared their throats and Dumbledore continued, "And gentleman."
Many at the Slytherin table applauded again, and the boys squealed again.
Dumbledore looked at Ginny and she shrugged and mouthed 'They were the best.'
'I really want to strangle Ginny. How can she do this to me?' Hermione thought.
"Now. Quidditch Season starts soon. Since Miss Weasley and others will not be on the Quidditch teams anymore, there will be tryouts for now players tomorrow. That will be all." Dumbledore waved his hands and food appeared on the table.
Hermione didn't eat much, she just stared at her plate most of the time, because she knew if she looked up she would make eye contact with loads of people.
'I hate Ginny, and I hate all of these nosy people. The only funny thing about this whole situation is Malfoy's Monkeys being cheerleaders.' Hermione thought as she stirred her noodles in circles with her fork, then untwisted them. 'This is ridiculous.'
Hermione looked up to find Ron staring at her from across the table. "What?" She asked, slightly annoyed he wouldn't take his gaze off of her.
Then Ron snapped out of his trance and started stuttering, "Well-err-I-I- err-."
"What Ron's trying to say is," interrupted Harry, putting his hand on Hermione's shoulder, "that it's weird to think of you becoming a cheerleader. You're not like those other girls 'Mione. You're different. You don't care about that goopy stuff that goes on their faces, or those tools they use on their hair, or those tightening charms they use on their uniforms, or the shortening charms-." Harry paused, closed his eyes, shivered, and then smiled to himself.
'That's what Harry likes.' Hermione looked over at Ron, who has his eyes closed, imagining the same image. 'That's what Ron likes too. That's what all boys like. Parvati and Lavendar were right.' She thought.
"So?" Hermione lightly slapped him on the shoulder. "Who cares if I don't like that stuff?"
"Herms its like this," Harry opened his eyes, and looked down at his hands, "You're different. You're a girl who likes books and assignments, your not a girl who cares about the way she looks and that's fine with you. You don't care if your hair is frizzy or if you look fat or-"
"Are you calling me fat, Harry?" Hermione's temper was flaming. 'He's not helping, he's just making things worse.'
"No! No! No!" Harry almost shouted. "That's not it. I'm just saying you don't care about that stuff."
'That's what he thinks. He doesn't think of me as a girl. He thinks of me as one of the guys. I'll show him."
"Well maybe I care about that stuff now." Hermione said, through gritted teeth.
"Hermione-"
"I don't want to hear anymore, Harry." Hermione pushed her plate forward and stood up. "You'll only make things worse." She got out from standing before the bench, turned around and ran out of the great hall. Each time her feet barely making a sound when they hit the stone floor.
'I'll show them.' She repeated in her mind. 'They don't know anything about me. I may not have cared before, but now I do. Even my friends think of me as just another face in the crowd. Nothing special. Just there to be there. Well, not anymore. I'm going to stand out now.' She thought as she closed the doors to the great hall and started off towards Gryffindor tower.
"Where are your body guards, Granger?" Came a voice from the shadows.
Hermione turned around slowly.
"Whose there?" She asked through gritted teeth. She really didn't want to be bothered right now.
"I thought you were supposed to be smart." Came the voice again. "I always knew mudbloods could never be smart, but you seemed to have proved me wrong. Lets keep that one between us, Granger."
"Malfoy." Hermione said, squinting to try and see if it was really him.
"You got it. 10 points for Gryffindor." Malfoy stepped out of the dark corner and came into the light.
He walked up to Hermione and since he was 6 feet tall, he had to look down at her 5'6" body. Then he circled her, like a lion would do to its prey.
"What the hell are you doing, Malfoy?" Hermione followed him with her eyes as he circled her.
Draco just ignored the question. "So. Cheerleader Granger? That was a real shocker." He finally stopped circling her and stood in front of her.
"So. Cheerleaders Crabbe and Goyle. Not a real shocker. The only shocker was that you didn't make cheerleader." Hermione stepped back so she didn't have to feel inferior by looking up to him.
Malfoy just ignored her again. "You know, the best laugh of my life is going to come from you wearing that short little skirt, you jumping up and down, and you waving you little pompoms for your boyfriends." He stepped close to her again.
Hermione just backed up again till she was against the wall. Then she stepped to the side and began walking back to Gryffindor tower again. She turned around. "They aren't my boyfriends. Are you really going to watch me though, when you could watch your girlfriend Pansy, or those two great oafs?"
"For one thing I wouldn't watch those Slytherin cheerleaders. They make my skin crawl, and having to watch the fat boil over their uniforms is more than I can bear. For Pansy, I couldn't watch her. She has no curves or anything to watch. As for you and the rest of the Gryffindor clan, you've got things to watch. You don't show it, but I know you have it."
"You are sick, Malfoy." Hermione pulled her robes closer to her body, and turned back around to walk away again.
"By the way, Granger," Malfoy called after her, "tell that Patil girl that I'll take both her and her twin."
"NO!" She shouted, as she kept walking.
'He's so sick. I hate him.' She thought as she made her way up the stairs. 'Gods! Why do I always feel so inferior when I'm around him?'
**Draco's POV**
'Granger is so easy to make fun of, it's boring. Why can't she have some mystery that way I'll be able to figure it out.' Draco puzzled, on his way back to the Dungeons. "No wait! I don't want anything to do with that mudblood.'
When he got to the dungeons he went around a corner to get the Slytherin common room. He said the password and entered, quickly, sitting down on a chair when he got in.
'I hate those two oafs. The only reason I put up with them is so I can have an excuse to get away from Pug-Pansy. Now there goes my excuse. Wait. She's a cheerleader now so she won't have time to come near me. Perfect.'
Draco got up from the chair and climbed the stairs to go to his Dormitory.
'Thank Merlin that I'm prefect.'
Draco took off his shoes, socks, robes, tie, sweater-vest, and white shirt. He walked over to the mirror and looked at his-self.
'I can see why Pansy wants me. Why every girl wants me, actually. Every girl except one. Oh well. It's Granger's loss.'
He flexed his muscles for a moment and admired his-self. He smiled, and then it faded.
'I feel like I'm missing something. Like my life is incomplete. But I thought I had everything I ever wanted. A powerful father, even though he's not a very good one. A good bloodline, Loads of money, every girl I want, and I might be the new heir of Slytherin, but who knows really. The way the Dark Lord acts, it's some bloody secret that nobody must ever know. He's such a coward. If I were him, I'd just kill Potter. Although, he probably would if he'd had the chance. I mean, he knows how close I am to Potter. For Merlin's sake I go to the same school as him. I could just kill Potter and get it done with. I don't think I want to be the heir of someone who can't even kill A baby. I should be great to my own power. Get my own follows. I should rule the world.'
He walked away from the mirror and took off his pants. Draco walked to the prefect's bathroom and began to take a bath. He got in the water and sat down. He let his muscles relax under the water.
'Power isn't what I'm missing though. It's something else.' He let his head fall under the water, and the gel drain from his hair. He came back above the water and when he did he heard a scream.
**Hermione's POV**
'Damn that Malfoy! Why does he have to be so evil? I mean, I will admit he is good-looking. If only he had a good personality he wouldn't be so bad, but I just can't stand the way he acts.'
Hermione walked into her dormitory.
'Thank Merlin I'm prefect again.'
She took off her shoes, shock, robes, sweater-vest, and tie. She walked over to the mirror and looked at herself.
'Messy hair, pale skin, bushy eyebrows, and baggy clothing. Maybe everybody's right. Maybe I should change. Yeah, I will. It won't last forever. Just an experiment. I love experiments. A project, not for grading. Perfect. I'll start tomorrow. Not need to worry tonight.'
Hermione picked up a strand of her bushy hair and twisted it in her fingers while looking at herself.
'I need a bath.' She thought.
She walked out of her dorm and walked to the Prefect bathroom. She undressed herself and put her clothes to the side of the tub. She turned around and was about to get in when she saw somebody was already there. And when she saw who it was she screamed her heart out and made a dash for her clothing.
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A/N: I'm evil.lol. Well, I'm not evil or anything. I'm not like Malfoy. Although he's pretty hot.ok, ok. Well, er.sorry it took a while for me to update. I've been really tired lately, but that's no excuse. *Slaps myself on that hand* BAD ME!!! Well, please review. Pwease.well, I'm still not finished with the Order of the Phoenix coz I've been writing these FF stories. But it's all good. I'll hopefully update soon.whenever I got some extra time..heehee..and I'll put more background to the characters in the next chapter, hopefully. Lol.. Well, Hermione is going to change a bit so you'll have to know what happenes to her!.PLEASE REVIEW!!!!
Cheers,
Princess_Anastaja
**Hermione's POV**
That night after Ginny left Hermione in the library people kept coming up to her and asking her millions of questions. Like 'Hermione, is it all true? Are you giving up studying and putting all your efforts into cheerleading?' or 'Hermione. Are you really going on a book strike and going out with every guy in Hogwarts until Dumbledore orders the book you want?' Hermione was really fed up with it.
'Damn that Ginny.' Hermione thought. 'Last year, I helped her with her homework and got Harry to be her boyfriend (but they aren't going out anymore), and this is how she repays me! Blackmailing me! For a stupid paper, and that paper wasn't even mine! So basically this is all Ron's fault. Snape really did lose my paper, I didn't lie. I finished Ron's late paper for him, and went to turn it in, but if I tell on Ron then he'll get in trouble. Damn! I knew I shouldn't have helped him. Him and his damn excuses! 'Hermione, I need top marks like you. Please help!' Agh! I hate him!'
Hermione got to the prefects room and opened the door.
'Gods life is so hard! If I tell the truth I get my friend in trouble, and get out of this mess. If I live a lie and go on with the cheerleading thing maybe it won't be so bad. I mean, Ginny is always talking about how great it is. All it is, is screaming and jumping up and down with pom-poms. How hard can it be?'
Hermione walked to her room, without stopping, opened her door, walked to her bed and plopped down.
'I guess I'll save Ron's neck, but he owes me big!'
**The Next Day**
Hermione ignored everyone that talked to her that day on her way to the great hall for breakfast.
Hermione saw a booth with a ridiculous amount of girls crowded around it.
'Must be Ginny setting up all the cheerleaders.'
Hermione walked straight past them over to the Gryffindor table where Harry and Ron were already shoveling food into their mouths. She sat down with them.
Ron looked up, blushed, and then looked back down when she got there. Hermione inwardly glared at him.
It stayed silent for a bit until Harry finally broke the ice. "So, err, Hermione. Cheerleader, huh? You have to walk around in those short skirts and wave around pom-poms?"
Hermione didn't say anything, just glared at Harry.
Just then, the great hall doors burst open. A whole pack of girls rushed in. Ginny, Lavendar, Parvati and Natalie leading the way of course.
All of the girls took their seats at their own tables, but Ginny just kept skipping to the front. When she reached the front she handed Dumbledore a big yellow envelope. She whispered something in his ear, and then went and sat back down in her seat.
Dumbledore stood up and cleared his throat. "I have the results of who are going to be our first ever Quidditch cheerleaders."
He opened the folder and scanned the page, grinning every few seconds. "Alright now, the Gryffindors have already been announced. The Hufflepuff girls will be Hannah Abbott, Susan Bones, Elenor Branstone, Megan Jones, and Laura Madley."
The Hufflepuff table broke into applause and some girls started squealing and saying 'good job'. The Slytherins all snorted.
"Yes, well done ladies," Dumbledore continued. "Now the Ravenclaw girls are Terry Boot (A/N: I'm not sure in this is a girl or boy, I've read in many stories that it's a girl, and others that it's a boy.), Mandy Brocklehurst, Su Li, Lisa Turpin, and Padma Patil."
The Ravenclaws weren't as enthusiastic, but they did have many cheers and squeals.
"Well done," Dumbledore said. "Now, the Slytherin girls are Blaise Zabini (A/N: Again, I'm not sure if this is a girl or boy. In many stories it's a girl, and others it's a boy), Pansy Parkinson, Millicent Bullstrode, Gregory Goyle, and Vincent Crabbe."
There were loads of squeals from this table. Mainly from Pansy Parkinson, Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe. Many in the room were laughing, probably about Slytherin having male cheerleaders, and those two, out of all people. Malfoy just stood up, with no expression on his face, and walked calmly out of the great hall.
"Well done ladies." Dumbledore said. Some at the Slytherin table cleared their throats and Dumbledore continued, "And gentleman."
Many at the Slytherin table applauded again, and the boys squealed again.
Dumbledore looked at Ginny and she shrugged and mouthed 'They were the best.'
'I really want to strangle Ginny. How can she do this to me?' Hermione thought.
"Now. Quidditch Season starts soon. Since Miss Weasley and others will not be on the Quidditch teams anymore, there will be tryouts for now players tomorrow. That will be all." Dumbledore waved his hands and food appeared on the table.
Hermione didn't eat much, she just stared at her plate most of the time, because she knew if she looked up she would make eye contact with loads of people.
'I hate Ginny, and I hate all of these nosy people. The only funny thing about this whole situation is Malfoy's Monkeys being cheerleaders.' Hermione thought as she stirred her noodles in circles with her fork, then untwisted them. 'This is ridiculous.'
Hermione looked up to find Ron staring at her from across the table. "What?" She asked, slightly annoyed he wouldn't take his gaze off of her.
Then Ron snapped out of his trance and started stuttering, "Well-err-I-I- err-."
"What Ron's trying to say is," interrupted Harry, putting his hand on Hermione's shoulder, "that it's weird to think of you becoming a cheerleader. You're not like those other girls 'Mione. You're different. You don't care about that goopy stuff that goes on their faces, or those tools they use on their hair, or those tightening charms they use on their uniforms, or the shortening charms-." Harry paused, closed his eyes, shivered, and then smiled to himself.
'That's what Harry likes.' Hermione looked over at Ron, who has his eyes closed, imagining the same image. 'That's what Ron likes too. That's what all boys like. Parvati and Lavendar were right.' She thought.
"So?" Hermione lightly slapped him on the shoulder. "Who cares if I don't like that stuff?"
"Herms its like this," Harry opened his eyes, and looked down at his hands, "You're different. You're a girl who likes books and assignments, your not a girl who cares about the way she looks and that's fine with you. You don't care if your hair is frizzy or if you look fat or-"
"Are you calling me fat, Harry?" Hermione's temper was flaming. 'He's not helping, he's just making things worse.'
"No! No! No!" Harry almost shouted. "That's not it. I'm just saying you don't care about that stuff."
'That's what he thinks. He doesn't think of me as a girl. He thinks of me as one of the guys. I'll show him."
"Well maybe I care about that stuff now." Hermione said, through gritted teeth.
"Hermione-"
"I don't want to hear anymore, Harry." Hermione pushed her plate forward and stood up. "You'll only make things worse." She got out from standing before the bench, turned around and ran out of the great hall. Each time her feet barely making a sound when they hit the stone floor.
'I'll show them.' She repeated in her mind. 'They don't know anything about me. I may not have cared before, but now I do. Even my friends think of me as just another face in the crowd. Nothing special. Just there to be there. Well, not anymore. I'm going to stand out now.' She thought as she closed the doors to the great hall and started off towards Gryffindor tower.
"Where are your body guards, Granger?" Came a voice from the shadows.
Hermione turned around slowly.
"Whose there?" She asked through gritted teeth. She really didn't want to be bothered right now.
"I thought you were supposed to be smart." Came the voice again. "I always knew mudbloods could never be smart, but you seemed to have proved me wrong. Lets keep that one between us, Granger."
"Malfoy." Hermione said, squinting to try and see if it was really him.
"You got it. 10 points for Gryffindor." Malfoy stepped out of the dark corner and came into the light.
He walked up to Hermione and since he was 6 feet tall, he had to look down at her 5'6" body. Then he circled her, like a lion would do to its prey.
"What the hell are you doing, Malfoy?" Hermione followed him with her eyes as he circled her.
Draco just ignored the question. "So. Cheerleader Granger? That was a real shocker." He finally stopped circling her and stood in front of her.
"So. Cheerleaders Crabbe and Goyle. Not a real shocker. The only shocker was that you didn't make cheerleader." Hermione stepped back so she didn't have to feel inferior by looking up to him.
Malfoy just ignored her again. "You know, the best laugh of my life is going to come from you wearing that short little skirt, you jumping up and down, and you waving you little pompoms for your boyfriends." He stepped close to her again.
Hermione just backed up again till she was against the wall. Then she stepped to the side and began walking back to Gryffindor tower again. She turned around. "They aren't my boyfriends. Are you really going to watch me though, when you could watch your girlfriend Pansy, or those two great oafs?"
"For one thing I wouldn't watch those Slytherin cheerleaders. They make my skin crawl, and having to watch the fat boil over their uniforms is more than I can bear. For Pansy, I couldn't watch her. She has no curves or anything to watch. As for you and the rest of the Gryffindor clan, you've got things to watch. You don't show it, but I know you have it."
"You are sick, Malfoy." Hermione pulled her robes closer to her body, and turned back around to walk away again.
"By the way, Granger," Malfoy called after her, "tell that Patil girl that I'll take both her and her twin."
"NO!" She shouted, as she kept walking.
'He's so sick. I hate him.' She thought as she made her way up the stairs. 'Gods! Why do I always feel so inferior when I'm around him?'
**Draco's POV**
'Granger is so easy to make fun of, it's boring. Why can't she have some mystery that way I'll be able to figure it out.' Draco puzzled, on his way back to the Dungeons. "No wait! I don't want anything to do with that mudblood.'
When he got to the dungeons he went around a corner to get the Slytherin common room. He said the password and entered, quickly, sitting down on a chair when he got in.
'I hate those two oafs. The only reason I put up with them is so I can have an excuse to get away from Pug-Pansy. Now there goes my excuse. Wait. She's a cheerleader now so she won't have time to come near me. Perfect.'
Draco got up from the chair and climbed the stairs to go to his Dormitory.
'Thank Merlin that I'm prefect.'
Draco took off his shoes, socks, robes, tie, sweater-vest, and white shirt. He walked over to the mirror and looked at his-self.
'I can see why Pansy wants me. Why every girl wants me, actually. Every girl except one. Oh well. It's Granger's loss.'
He flexed his muscles for a moment and admired his-self. He smiled, and then it faded.
'I feel like I'm missing something. Like my life is incomplete. But I thought I had everything I ever wanted. A powerful father, even though he's not a very good one. A good bloodline, Loads of money, every girl I want, and I might be the new heir of Slytherin, but who knows really. The way the Dark Lord acts, it's some bloody secret that nobody must ever know. He's such a coward. If I were him, I'd just kill Potter. Although, he probably would if he'd had the chance. I mean, he knows how close I am to Potter. For Merlin's sake I go to the same school as him. I could just kill Potter and get it done with. I don't think I want to be the heir of someone who can't even kill A baby. I should be great to my own power. Get my own follows. I should rule the world.'
He walked away from the mirror and took off his pants. Draco walked to the prefect's bathroom and began to take a bath. He got in the water and sat down. He let his muscles relax under the water.
'Power isn't what I'm missing though. It's something else.' He let his head fall under the water, and the gel drain from his hair. He came back above the water and when he did he heard a scream.
**Hermione's POV**
'Damn that Malfoy! Why does he have to be so evil? I mean, I will admit he is good-looking. If only he had a good personality he wouldn't be so bad, but I just can't stand the way he acts.'
Hermione walked into her dormitory.
'Thank Merlin I'm prefect again.'
She took off her shoes, shock, robes, sweater-vest, and tie. She walked over to the mirror and looked at herself.
'Messy hair, pale skin, bushy eyebrows, and baggy clothing. Maybe everybody's right. Maybe I should change. Yeah, I will. It won't last forever. Just an experiment. I love experiments. A project, not for grading. Perfect. I'll start tomorrow. Not need to worry tonight.'
Hermione picked up a strand of her bushy hair and twisted it in her fingers while looking at herself.
'I need a bath.' She thought.
She walked out of her dorm and walked to the Prefect bathroom. She undressed herself and put her clothes to the side of the tub. She turned around and was about to get in when she saw somebody was already there. And when she saw who it was she screamed her heart out and made a dash for her clothing.
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A/N: I'm evil.lol. Well, I'm not evil or anything. I'm not like Malfoy. Although he's pretty hot.ok, ok. Well, er.sorry it took a while for me to update. I've been really tired lately, but that's no excuse. *Slaps myself on that hand* BAD ME!!! Well, please review. Pwease.well, I'm still not finished with the Order of the Phoenix coz I've been writing these FF stories. But it's all good. I'll hopefully update soon.whenever I got some extra time..heehee..and I'll put more background to the characters in the next chapter, hopefully. Lol.. Well, Hermione is going to change a bit so you'll have to know what happenes to her!.PLEASE REVIEW!!!!
Cheers,
Princess_Anastaja