Hello! For my LA class we had to write a "short story" so I asked my
teacher if we could write fanfiction... *grin* so here it is. As of now I'm
not quite finished with it, but I'm almost there. I'll probably re-write
and then re-post it, so feel free to let me know of any corrections I need
to make. Please review, I don't really care if you flame because hey, I
just laugh at flames XD I really need constructive criticism so please drop
me a review!! Thanks!
Disclaimer: Don't own it. Never have, never will. Happy now?
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Chapter 1: Discovery in the Library
Hermione Granger walked briskly into the library with her usual armful of books, ready to get even more. She gave a quick smile to Madam Pince, the strict librarian, and made her way back to the Potions section. She had yet another essay from Professor Snape, one of her personal least favorite teachers, that she had to finish before going on to a Muggle Studies assignment. She had gotten all needed credits throughout her years at Hogwarts, and now had time for extra courses just for fun, so she had chosen Muggle Studies because they were going to be studying Muggle literature that year, which had interested Hermione greatly since she was young.
She set her books and bag down on a table in a secluded area, then scanned the room around her to see any misbehaving, but since it was Saturday, observed mostly younger students cramming in last minute homework that would be due the next week.
*Find the book, and then go back to the dorms to finish*, she thought, heading to a shelf that looked promising for her needed subject. As she skimmed the books for the right one, she mused, *there truly are good points of being Head Girl*. She had her own quiet study in her dorms where she could do her homework without interruption from other students begging her to help them with theirs, unless, of course, her dorm-mate chose to interrupt her, which was rare, anyway.
Draco Malfoy, the cocky Slytherin Pureblood, was made Head Boy, which was not surprising to anyone that had heard about the name Malfoy and the people that came with it. The blonde young man had truly made enemies during his six-and-a-half years at the school, and had quite the reputation of being the slick bad-boy of Hogwarts. He had inevitably grown up, though, so he had his own moments of maturity, where he was slightly less malicious. His platinum hair, which he used to smooth back with oh-so-much gel, was now usually seen hanging loosely to about his ears, and he'd casually shake his head to move stray blonde strands back out of his eyes; a motion that could make any girl's heart melt. He had also grown from a scrawny-looking kid to a nicely shaped young-adult, slim and muscular, standing at an even 6 feet. He still had the ever-present smirk, usually aimed at those he didn't particularly like, and he especially enjoyed tormenting Hermione and her friends.
Hermione, too, had grown considerably since the beginning of her learning at Hogwarts. She was now quite the young lady; though she was not stick- skinny, she had a figure many of her friends envied. Her light brown hair, which used to be bushy and untamed, had calmed itself down to light waves, and her chocolate-colored eyes were wide and attentive. She was one of the only 6th or 7th years that didn't wear excessive make-up, preferring natural tones and lip-gloss, nor did she like revealing clothes, focusing more on her studies than on what she looked like or how much skin was showing. She had developed more of a sense of humor, which her best friends Ron Weasley and Harry Potter were very proud of, and she was spunky and fun loving.
She finally found the book for potions she needed, then went to the "Muggle Literature" section, and quickly found the book their teacher, Professor Winnikin, had told them to read.
"Found you..." she muttered when she saw the thick spine of a Shakespeare book, which they would be reading out of for the next little while. Hermione leaned against the shelf and opened the book, thumbing through it, double-checking that it had all the plays Professor Winnikin had mentioned when explaining the terms plans.
"Romeo and Juliet... Hamlet... Much Ado About Nothing... Taming of the Shrew... Macbeth... Midsummer Night's Dream... perfect," she murmured aloud, and continued reading while walking to find the final book before retrieving her things. Suddenly, she bumped into something solid, and fell on the ground, her book flying several feet away. She looked up to see what she hit, and was surprised to see an annoyed Draco Malfoy, holding an Invisibility Cloak, which made the wearer invisible though completely solid, so that explained why Hermione had ran into him.
"Watch where you've going, Granger," the boy snarled, standing up and glaring down at her.
The brunette witch glared right back, "Well if somebody wasn't invisible maybe I would! Why are you wearing that thing, anyway?" She too stood up, brushed dust off her skirt, and recovered her books. It was then she noticed he was holding a Shakespeare book, as well.
She smirked and raised an eyebrow, "Joy reading material, Malfoy? No wonder you were wearing an invisibility cloak. The whole bloody school would be talking if they found out 'Mr. High and Mighty Slytherin' was reading great Muggle literature!"
His glare intensified, and he stepped closer to her, hoping to frighten her. She unconsciously stepped backward, until she had her back up to the bookshelves and he was right in front of her.
"For your information, Mudblood," he spat the insult, staring at her with his icy silver eyes, "I happen to be taking the Muggle course. Now before you start spreading it around, you should know that I could make your life very... unpleasant... if you decide to share with any of your dear Gryffindor friends."
"You don't scare me, Malfoy," she said defiantly, keeping the eye-contact with him to prove her point, "Why are you taking—"
"Shhh!" he hissed, "Not here." He indicated several 5th years studying for O.W.L.'s close-by, one of which was looking at them with curiosity. "Go back to the dorms. I'll explain there."
"What..." Hermione started to protest, but without a word, he swept the cloak back on and was gone, leaving her with her confused thoughts.
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Ok so maybe it's not great so far. Don't worry, there's more. I'm thinking there will be like 8 chapters by the end... not sure. I'm on 4 right now, plus an epilogue. Please review!! Thank you!
~Vix
Disclaimer: Don't own it. Never have, never will. Happy now?
~*~*~
Chapter 1: Discovery in the Library
Hermione Granger walked briskly into the library with her usual armful of books, ready to get even more. She gave a quick smile to Madam Pince, the strict librarian, and made her way back to the Potions section. She had yet another essay from Professor Snape, one of her personal least favorite teachers, that she had to finish before going on to a Muggle Studies assignment. She had gotten all needed credits throughout her years at Hogwarts, and now had time for extra courses just for fun, so she had chosen Muggle Studies because they were going to be studying Muggle literature that year, which had interested Hermione greatly since she was young.
She set her books and bag down on a table in a secluded area, then scanned the room around her to see any misbehaving, but since it was Saturday, observed mostly younger students cramming in last minute homework that would be due the next week.
*Find the book, and then go back to the dorms to finish*, she thought, heading to a shelf that looked promising for her needed subject. As she skimmed the books for the right one, she mused, *there truly are good points of being Head Girl*. She had her own quiet study in her dorms where she could do her homework without interruption from other students begging her to help them with theirs, unless, of course, her dorm-mate chose to interrupt her, which was rare, anyway.
Draco Malfoy, the cocky Slytherin Pureblood, was made Head Boy, which was not surprising to anyone that had heard about the name Malfoy and the people that came with it. The blonde young man had truly made enemies during his six-and-a-half years at the school, and had quite the reputation of being the slick bad-boy of Hogwarts. He had inevitably grown up, though, so he had his own moments of maturity, where he was slightly less malicious. His platinum hair, which he used to smooth back with oh-so-much gel, was now usually seen hanging loosely to about his ears, and he'd casually shake his head to move stray blonde strands back out of his eyes; a motion that could make any girl's heart melt. He had also grown from a scrawny-looking kid to a nicely shaped young-adult, slim and muscular, standing at an even 6 feet. He still had the ever-present smirk, usually aimed at those he didn't particularly like, and he especially enjoyed tormenting Hermione and her friends.
Hermione, too, had grown considerably since the beginning of her learning at Hogwarts. She was now quite the young lady; though she was not stick- skinny, she had a figure many of her friends envied. Her light brown hair, which used to be bushy and untamed, had calmed itself down to light waves, and her chocolate-colored eyes were wide and attentive. She was one of the only 6th or 7th years that didn't wear excessive make-up, preferring natural tones and lip-gloss, nor did she like revealing clothes, focusing more on her studies than on what she looked like or how much skin was showing. She had developed more of a sense of humor, which her best friends Ron Weasley and Harry Potter were very proud of, and she was spunky and fun loving.
She finally found the book for potions she needed, then went to the "Muggle Literature" section, and quickly found the book their teacher, Professor Winnikin, had told them to read.
"Found you..." she muttered when she saw the thick spine of a Shakespeare book, which they would be reading out of for the next little while. Hermione leaned against the shelf and opened the book, thumbing through it, double-checking that it had all the plays Professor Winnikin had mentioned when explaining the terms plans.
"Romeo and Juliet... Hamlet... Much Ado About Nothing... Taming of the Shrew... Macbeth... Midsummer Night's Dream... perfect," she murmured aloud, and continued reading while walking to find the final book before retrieving her things. Suddenly, she bumped into something solid, and fell on the ground, her book flying several feet away. She looked up to see what she hit, and was surprised to see an annoyed Draco Malfoy, holding an Invisibility Cloak, which made the wearer invisible though completely solid, so that explained why Hermione had ran into him.
"Watch where you've going, Granger," the boy snarled, standing up and glaring down at her.
The brunette witch glared right back, "Well if somebody wasn't invisible maybe I would! Why are you wearing that thing, anyway?" She too stood up, brushed dust off her skirt, and recovered her books. It was then she noticed he was holding a Shakespeare book, as well.
She smirked and raised an eyebrow, "Joy reading material, Malfoy? No wonder you were wearing an invisibility cloak. The whole bloody school would be talking if they found out 'Mr. High and Mighty Slytherin' was reading great Muggle literature!"
His glare intensified, and he stepped closer to her, hoping to frighten her. She unconsciously stepped backward, until she had her back up to the bookshelves and he was right in front of her.
"For your information, Mudblood," he spat the insult, staring at her with his icy silver eyes, "I happen to be taking the Muggle course. Now before you start spreading it around, you should know that I could make your life very... unpleasant... if you decide to share with any of your dear Gryffindor friends."
"You don't scare me, Malfoy," she said defiantly, keeping the eye-contact with him to prove her point, "Why are you taking—"
"Shhh!" he hissed, "Not here." He indicated several 5th years studying for O.W.L.'s close-by, one of which was looking at them with curiosity. "Go back to the dorms. I'll explain there."
"What..." Hermione started to protest, but without a word, he swept the cloak back on and was gone, leaving her with her confused thoughts.
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Ok so maybe it's not great so far. Don't worry, there's more. I'm thinking there will be like 8 chapters by the end... not sure. I'm on 4 right now, plus an epilogue. Please review!! Thank you!
~Vix