Chapter One
By: Kellyx0x
Disclaimer: Unfortunately for me, I don't own Harry Potter. But things you don't recognize are mine.
Summary: Hermione's summer wasn't so grand well it was the complete opposite of grand. Her summer was downright horrible. Hidden secrets lie within her mind. To top it all off Dumbledore has set the seventh years up with a year long project. One guess at who Hermione gets stuck with…Hdr
The alarm blared, Hermione jumped and all in one not-so-graceful movement she twisted and fell off the bed. This was the way she had been waking up for the past several weeks, ever since her return to Hogwarts. Let's just say it had to do with things that happened over the summer. But those things were in the past and not something meant for thinking about now. It wasn't the time nor the place, summers story was one that would have to wait till another day, because today Dumbledore had an announcement for them. Hermione had overheard some of the teachers talking and it apparently had to do with a project of some sort. Their days at school had always been full of some sort of excitement, so it didn't surprise Hermione at all that Dumbledore had something else up his sleeve.
-Beep Beep Beep-
The alarm kept blaring bringing her back to reality as she attempted to untwist herself from the sheets. Hermione grunted out of frustration and gave up trying to get them off in a calm manner, resorting to kicking her legs up in the air until they fell off. With a swipe of her hand she wiped the cold sweat from her brow and stood shakily. A few deep breaths later she had managed to calm herself. Her eyes swept over her room. It was rather elegant and contained everything she needed to keep herself occupied. This year will be the best ever Hermione vowed to herself, nodding in approval.
It was exactly a month into the new school year and everything seemed to be going smoothly, well except for one detail. This year Hermione had been made Head Girl (which explains her room). Now don't get me wrong, it wasn't the fact that she was made Head Girl that threw everything off, it was who was made Head Boy that did. Every morning when Hermione stepped out of her bedroom she had to look at the portrait across from her. The portrait would sneer and smirk at her and not just any smirk, the trademark smirk of none other then Draco Malfoy. Head Boy and Girl got to pick the picture to put as their entrance every year and Malfoy, being Malfoy chose a picture of himself. Hermione on the other hand had a rather beautiful picture of dancing faeries in a garden. She had seen in once up in the 6th floor corridor and absolutely fell in love with it. The colors blended so beautifully with each other and the gently hum of the faeries could transfix and soothe even the darkest of wizards. Often times Hermione wished she had this portrait at home to make her feel better. Once or twice she actually caught Malfoy staring at it. He'd glare then say Just trying to think of a great way to ruin your bloody finger painting Granger. At least after this year she didn't have to put up with him.
-Beep Beep Beep-
Once again the alarm clock brought Hermione out of her fixed stare. She turned an evil eye on the damned invention and hit it until it shut off. Sighing she grabbed an outfit for the day and headed towards the bathroom. Hermione knocked a few times and waited for an answer. She opened the door and stepped in, placing her clothes on the counter, not bothering to look on the other side of the bathroom. Hermione simply figured that Malfoy would have the sense to lock the door on her side if he was in here. They didn't need another run in, that was for sure. She was already practically scared for life after seeing him in a towel, dripping with hot water as the steam lingered about him…each bead off water dripping carefully over his chiseled chest--No! Hermione scolded herself. She could NEVER think of Malfoy like that! He was her enemy, he was Ron's enemy, Harry's enemy. Malfoy would kill Harry if he got the chance!
The snapping of a towel caught Hermione's attention now and she looked up to see Malfoy- A very naked Malfoy. Hermione stood in awe, watching him with her mouth agape. "I know you want me Granger, but please for the last time, your staring makes me uncomfortable!" He drawled, that same old smirk embedded on his features. If he ever smiled it was beyond her, that smirk seemed permanently plastered to his face. Coming back to her senses, she closed her eyes and began to yell "Don't you have the sense to lock the door or at least answer me when I knock so I know not to come in! Now get out Malfoy, get out, GET OUT!" Her shouting only seemed to amuse him more as he sauntered out of the bathroom, still in his nakedness. The door slammed shut behind him and Hermione sighed in relief opening her eyes. What a way to start a morning. Nightmares, falling out of the bed, getting tangled in the blankets then walking in on Malfoy. How typical, but then again there really wasn't a morning Hermione didn't yell at Malfoy for something or other.
She had noticed one thing though, in this last month. No matter how much she purposely bugged him, no matter how much she teased him or hexed him, Malfoy never once called her Mudblood. Hermione stripped off her clothes and turned on the water, remembering a split second later to lock the door. With a wave of her want a click was heard and the door was locked. After wasting all that time, Hermione was sure she had to make this quick. One thing Hermione Anne Granger never was, was late. Stepping in Hermione quickly picked out the strawberry shampoo and bubbles, as these were her favorites, then washed herself clean of all the pervious days grime. The bubbles seemed to melt into her then glide down her torso, loosing itself somewhere around her legs. It had a magical shimmer to it and once it was all cleaned off a dusty sparkle remained. The water turned off by a tap from her finger and Hermione slid out and into a towel where she dried her body off the muggle way.
She pointed her want at her hair and said "Exaresco!" Instantly her hair dried up and looked just as bushy as normal. "Derigo!" Hermione muttered, again pointing her wand at her hair. It straightened out and fell flat on her back. A satisfied smile crossed her face as she hurriedly put her clothes on. She had just enough time to brush her teeth, put some eyeliner and lipstick on before grabbing her backpack and running out the door. The portrait slammed shut behind her and unfortunately today she couldn't stop and listen to the soothing hum of the faeries. Harry and Ron would worry if she didn't show up for breakfast.
Hermione came to a skidding halt in front of the Great Hall's doors and caught her breath before pushing them open and walking across the hall to the Griffindor table. She took her normal seat between Harry and Ron, smiling cheerfully at both of them. "Good Morning!" The two boys chanted, Hermione nodded "Morning Ron, Harry" She extended and hand and picked up a blueberry muffin, Dobby knew just what she liked. In fact it was the only blueberry muffin on the table, and even in the Great Hall for that matter. She sliced it in half and applied butter before taking a dainty bite. Meanwhile, Harry and Ron were stuffing there faces with God knows what. To Hermione, it looked like a mixture of bacon, eggs, and porridge. With those two, you never knew.
-Clink clink-
The whole hall fell silent as their Headmaster tapped his glass in order to get everyone's attention. The old man cleared his throat and stood up, all eyes on him. "Seventh years, Today instead of going to your last class I would like you to report here. I have a great announcement for all of you, one that I am sure you will enjoy. Oh and I would like to see the Head girl and boy at the conclusion of breakfast. Thank you, carry on!" Dumbledore's voice boomed throughout the hall and once he was seated whispered began to fill the hall. The whispers were replaced seconds later by loud chattering. -Dong Dong Dong- The bell rang three times and everyone except for Dumbledore, Malfoy and herself filed out of the great Hall and onto their first lessons. Harry and Ron had told her they would wait for her but Hermione assured them she could find her own way to class.
She approached the staff table and smiled, nodding at the kind, ancient man who stood before her. "Hello Headmaster" His eyes twinkled, "Good morning Miss Granger" Malfoy finally made it to the table and nodded at Dumbledore who smiled back "Mr. Malfoy, pleasure as always" He turned his attention to the both of them and took in a deep breath before speaking. "Well, you are probably wondering why I have asked you two to come speak with me. I wanted to request that you two be hear a half hour before your last class. Your Professor will excuse you as I need you two to help make sure today's meeting runs smoothly. Also, I wanted to remind you that the Halloween Dance will be coming up at the end of this month. You two must start planning for it and let me know the details in writing by the thirtieth at the latest. You may run along to class now, your professor will excuse you, Good Day." Hermione took in every last word and ran it over in her mind several times, remembering everything and making sure not to miss anything important. Their was a certain excited glint in her eyes as the Headmaster disappeared into a door.
She turned and headed towards the door, only when she was about to reach out and grab the handle did she feel a hand on her shoulder. Hermione turned around quickly and shoved the hand off in surprise. "Can I help you Malfoy?" Hermione questioned, unsure what his intentions were. His eyes seemed to bore into hers as if searching for something. Stupid git, what the hell was he doing? After a moment of waiting Hermione was tired of this little game and shoved him away from her "Shove off Malfoy, I don't have time to deal with you" As she turned to leave she felt a hand encircled her arm, instantly she winced waiting for some sort of pain. Malfoy raised a brow "I'm not going to hit you Granger" Hermione opened her eyes and glared, pulling her arm away from him. "I knew that" She lied and pulled the door open. Malfoy had been doing stupid things to her like this since they got her. That boy was a mystery but if he didn't back off soon she'd have to do something about it. His little staring problem was beginning to bug her.
Hermione looked to the floor then back up at him. "Oh Malfoy, you dropped your pocket." He looked down at the floor then back at her, obviously confused. Hermione began laughing and walked down the hallway towards her first class. What an idiot.
A/n: So how did you like the first chapter? Please review! It's not terribly hard, just click the little button and type! Latin translations: I know their not very correct but their the best I could do! Exaresco- To become dry, arid. Derigo- To set straight, put in order. Oh and if you didn't get it the last part where it says he dropped his pocket, that's a joke. You cant drop your pocket, so when the person looks down to see it, you make a fool of them. It's not that big of a deal but it'll piss Malfoy off, because you know, you cant do anything mean to a Malfoy. ;-) Any questions feel free to leave it in the review! You don't have to be a member to do it either!