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*~A/N~*
Melanie: Thanks and I'll try!
Twitch: Yes, she is! (Lucky her!)
Crystalline Lily: Well, technically he isn't cheating. He is only letting someone win. I hope you think this chapter is interesting!
Ezbra1233: Well he didn't like Hermione like that, so he isn't giving her up, just trading her happiness for his. As for if I have something planned, oh you better believe it!
Sila-Chan: Yea, most of this is kind of an introduction, so you aren't seeing many feelings right now. I'll get to the feeling stuff a bit later.
Thank you to all of my readers for reviewing, and I will try to make the chapters longer. Most of the reason that they are short is because I LOVE cliffies. I love leaving my audience just hanging until the next. Muhahahaha!
*~Previously on Sphinx~* "This," he said as he began charging after the Snitch as it flew near the Ravenclaw stands. Cho began to follow, but slowly. Harry felt himself slowing his broom down, but Cho was still about a hundred yards away. He circled and plunged down to the ground. Cho caught up as he slowed down again. Now they were side to side. Once they were a foot away from grasping the tiny golden ball, Harry smiled at Cho and stopped his broom. Cho immediately grabbed the Snitch.
"RAVENCLAW WINS WITH ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY POINTS TO FIFTY! THIS IS THE FIRST LOSS BY GRYFFINDOR SINCE BEFORE HARRY WAS SEEKER. BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME, HARRY!"
~*~*~*
Hold on if you feel like letting go.
Hold on, it gets better than you know.
Don't stop living; your life's not over.
Don't stop living; it's not over.
Hold on. - "Hold on" by Good Charlotte
***
"NO!" moaned Hermione as Lee Jordan announced the final score. Harry had failed her. He had lost the only Quidditch game that really mattered to her. Now she was going to be a slave to Malfoy. And, speak of the devil, here he comes.
"So it looks like I was right, huh Granger," he said. "Well, I guess I have myself a free servant for a month. Don't worry, Mudblood. You're in good hands."
"Yea, yea, so what is your first order, Master?" Hermione said, emphasizing the last word.
"Funny, Granger. My first order is that we go talk to McGonagall."
"Why?"
"We have to tell them what is going on so we can re-arrange living quarters and class schedules."
"Why would we need to do that?"
"What if I need something during the night? I'm not going to go all the way to the Gryffindor tower to wake you up so you can go get it. No, you are going to need to sleep in my quarters. Like you, I am a prefect, so I have my own bedroom and common room. You may have to sleep somewhere in there."
"Fine. Let's go find them."
***
"A WIZARD BET?" said a stern McGonagall. "How could you two have been so foolish? Both of you! Both Prefects! I thought that both of you knew all of the rules in the handbook."
"Professor," said Hermione. "I took the bet in the defense of a friend, not for fun!"
"Be that as it may, Miss Granger, but you both have disobeyed rules. Ten points will be taken from both of your houses. Well, what is done is done. A wizard bet cannot be undone. You will have to fill your servitude, Miss Granger."
"Yes, Professor."
"Now, if you would be so kind, Mr. Malfoy, could you step outside for a moment while I discuss a few things with Hermione?"
Draco gave a short nod and stepped outside into the hall.
"Now," said McGonagall after Malfoy had left. "I believe that you know that a wizard bet of this nature bonds you to do anything the winner has told you. However, I do not want any unwanted pregnancies at Hogwarts, especially from Gryffindor, so I give you this."
With these words, she placed a small gold ring on the table.
"This ring," she continued. "Will protect you from Mr. Malfoy being able to command you to do anything of that nature. But as for something as small as, say, giving him a kiss, you have no power."
Hermione gave an inward groan, and then nodded.
"Tonight, I will send in someone to widen Mr. Malfoy's bed and add an extra bathroom. You are dismissed."
"Thank you, Professor."
***
"I can't believe you have to do this, Hermione!" said Ron as Hermione packed up her things.
"Well, it is too late now. You can't change the past," she said.
"Sorry I didn't win the Quidditch match."
"It's okay. It wasn't your fault. Oh, and by the way, Harry, you have some kind of red smear of something by your mouth."
Harry began to vigorously rub his sleeve over his mouth.
"Well," she said. "That's everything."
Hermione turned to her friends and gave them a tearful hug.
"Eh, Hermione, make sure to give Malfoy a good kick in the rear sometime during the night," said Ron.
"Done," she smiled.
"Nah, give him two," said Harry. "One from Ron and me."
"Nope," said Hermione. "I'm giving him three. One from each of us."
"Good move," said Harry.
"Come on," said Ron. "It's time for you to go meet Malfoy."
***
Hermione entered Draco's quarters, then looked around a bit. The place definitely had class. The common room had a high stone ceiling. There was a large sofa and an easy chair in a deep forest green in the center of the room. A Slytherin carpet lay under the furniture, while a fire blazed in the hearth. The place seemed so cold, but then again, welcoming. She liked it almost as much as she liked her common room.
The bedroom had basically the same design. The normally double bed had been stretched to a king size with a green coverlet. The head and base were made of a dark colored wood with a rich varnish. The dark green carpet was deliciously thick.
"That's your bathroom," said Malfoy as he pointed to the one on the right side of the bed.
"Okay. Well I guess I'll go get ready for bed then. Those night Quidditch matches always end late, so I might as well."
"You get the right side of the bed."
"Fine by me."
After taking a quick shower, Hermione dried her hair with a spell, brushed her teeth, and put on her pajamas. They were nice enough and modest. The cotton pants were black with swirls of silver in them. The top was a tight fitting, but not too tight in a plain black.
Hermione stepped out the bathroom, and almost had a heart attack. There sitting on the bed, was Draco.in his boxers.
"Oh my gosh," she said as she turned around quickly, facing the bathroom. "Did I walk in on you changing or something?"
"No, I always sleep in this."
"Oh, okay."
"Nice PJs."
"Thanks, um yours too."
"Thanks."
"Malfoy, can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Is it okay if we use first name terms and be pleasant to one another. I mean, I'm going to have to hang out with you and your friends for a whole month. Can this be somewhat slightly enjoyable for me too? Even though you may hate my guts because I'm not a Pureblood, I think it would be fun getting to know each other a little. If you want to call me stuff in public, okay. I can live with that. But can we be civil to each other when it is just us?"
"Sure, um.Hermione."
"Thank you, Draco."
"Well, anything else?"
"Nope, that is my request for the night."
"Okay, Hermione, tell me a story."
"Awwww, lil' Draco wants a bed time story?"
"Hey, you said you wanted to get to know me, so shoot."
"Um, okay."
Hermione told him a story that she remembered that her father used to tell her. It was a rather comical story, so the two were smiling at the end.
"That was cute, Hermione," he said.
"Thank you," she smiled.
"Well, good night."
"Good night."
Hermione rolled over and began to fall asleep. Just as she was about to fall into dreaming, Draco tapped her on the shoulder.
"What?" she mumbled.
"Go get me some water."
Hermione grumbled, but got herself out of bed. This is going to be a long month.
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Yay! Longer chapter! I hope ya'll like it!
~dragonfires
*~A/N~*
Melanie: Thanks and I'll try!
Twitch: Yes, she is! (Lucky her!)
Crystalline Lily: Well, technically he isn't cheating. He is only letting someone win. I hope you think this chapter is interesting!
Ezbra1233: Well he didn't like Hermione like that, so he isn't giving her up, just trading her happiness for his. As for if I have something planned, oh you better believe it!
Sila-Chan: Yea, most of this is kind of an introduction, so you aren't seeing many feelings right now. I'll get to the feeling stuff a bit later.
Thank you to all of my readers for reviewing, and I will try to make the chapters longer. Most of the reason that they are short is because I LOVE cliffies. I love leaving my audience just hanging until the next. Muhahahaha!
*~Previously on Sphinx~* "This," he said as he began charging after the Snitch as it flew near the Ravenclaw stands. Cho began to follow, but slowly. Harry felt himself slowing his broom down, but Cho was still about a hundred yards away. He circled and plunged down to the ground. Cho caught up as he slowed down again. Now they were side to side. Once they were a foot away from grasping the tiny golden ball, Harry smiled at Cho and stopped his broom. Cho immediately grabbed the Snitch.
"RAVENCLAW WINS WITH ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY POINTS TO FIFTY! THIS IS THE FIRST LOSS BY GRYFFINDOR SINCE BEFORE HARRY WAS SEEKER. BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME, HARRY!"
~*~*~*
Hold on if you feel like letting go.
Hold on, it gets better than you know.
Don't stop living; your life's not over.
Don't stop living; it's not over.
Hold on. - "Hold on" by Good Charlotte
***
"NO!" moaned Hermione as Lee Jordan announced the final score. Harry had failed her. He had lost the only Quidditch game that really mattered to her. Now she was going to be a slave to Malfoy. And, speak of the devil, here he comes.
"So it looks like I was right, huh Granger," he said. "Well, I guess I have myself a free servant for a month. Don't worry, Mudblood. You're in good hands."
"Yea, yea, so what is your first order, Master?" Hermione said, emphasizing the last word.
"Funny, Granger. My first order is that we go talk to McGonagall."
"Why?"
"We have to tell them what is going on so we can re-arrange living quarters and class schedules."
"Why would we need to do that?"
"What if I need something during the night? I'm not going to go all the way to the Gryffindor tower to wake you up so you can go get it. No, you are going to need to sleep in my quarters. Like you, I am a prefect, so I have my own bedroom and common room. You may have to sleep somewhere in there."
"Fine. Let's go find them."
***
"A WIZARD BET?" said a stern McGonagall. "How could you two have been so foolish? Both of you! Both Prefects! I thought that both of you knew all of the rules in the handbook."
"Professor," said Hermione. "I took the bet in the defense of a friend, not for fun!"
"Be that as it may, Miss Granger, but you both have disobeyed rules. Ten points will be taken from both of your houses. Well, what is done is done. A wizard bet cannot be undone. You will have to fill your servitude, Miss Granger."
"Yes, Professor."
"Now, if you would be so kind, Mr. Malfoy, could you step outside for a moment while I discuss a few things with Hermione?"
Draco gave a short nod and stepped outside into the hall.
"Now," said McGonagall after Malfoy had left. "I believe that you know that a wizard bet of this nature bonds you to do anything the winner has told you. However, I do not want any unwanted pregnancies at Hogwarts, especially from Gryffindor, so I give you this."
With these words, she placed a small gold ring on the table.
"This ring," she continued. "Will protect you from Mr. Malfoy being able to command you to do anything of that nature. But as for something as small as, say, giving him a kiss, you have no power."
Hermione gave an inward groan, and then nodded.
"Tonight, I will send in someone to widen Mr. Malfoy's bed and add an extra bathroom. You are dismissed."
"Thank you, Professor."
***
"I can't believe you have to do this, Hermione!" said Ron as Hermione packed up her things.
"Well, it is too late now. You can't change the past," she said.
"Sorry I didn't win the Quidditch match."
"It's okay. It wasn't your fault. Oh, and by the way, Harry, you have some kind of red smear of something by your mouth."
Harry began to vigorously rub his sleeve over his mouth.
"Well," she said. "That's everything."
Hermione turned to her friends and gave them a tearful hug.
"Eh, Hermione, make sure to give Malfoy a good kick in the rear sometime during the night," said Ron.
"Done," she smiled.
"Nah, give him two," said Harry. "One from Ron and me."
"Nope," said Hermione. "I'm giving him three. One from each of us."
"Good move," said Harry.
"Come on," said Ron. "It's time for you to go meet Malfoy."
***
Hermione entered Draco's quarters, then looked around a bit. The place definitely had class. The common room had a high stone ceiling. There was a large sofa and an easy chair in a deep forest green in the center of the room. A Slytherin carpet lay under the furniture, while a fire blazed in the hearth. The place seemed so cold, but then again, welcoming. She liked it almost as much as she liked her common room.
The bedroom had basically the same design. The normally double bed had been stretched to a king size with a green coverlet. The head and base were made of a dark colored wood with a rich varnish. The dark green carpet was deliciously thick.
"That's your bathroom," said Malfoy as he pointed to the one on the right side of the bed.
"Okay. Well I guess I'll go get ready for bed then. Those night Quidditch matches always end late, so I might as well."
"You get the right side of the bed."
"Fine by me."
After taking a quick shower, Hermione dried her hair with a spell, brushed her teeth, and put on her pajamas. They were nice enough and modest. The cotton pants were black with swirls of silver in them. The top was a tight fitting, but not too tight in a plain black.
Hermione stepped out the bathroom, and almost had a heart attack. There sitting on the bed, was Draco.in his boxers.
"Oh my gosh," she said as she turned around quickly, facing the bathroom. "Did I walk in on you changing or something?"
"No, I always sleep in this."
"Oh, okay."
"Nice PJs."
"Thanks, um yours too."
"Thanks."
"Malfoy, can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Is it okay if we use first name terms and be pleasant to one another. I mean, I'm going to have to hang out with you and your friends for a whole month. Can this be somewhat slightly enjoyable for me too? Even though you may hate my guts because I'm not a Pureblood, I think it would be fun getting to know each other a little. If you want to call me stuff in public, okay. I can live with that. But can we be civil to each other when it is just us?"
"Sure, um.Hermione."
"Thank you, Draco."
"Well, anything else?"
"Nope, that is my request for the night."
"Okay, Hermione, tell me a story."
"Awwww, lil' Draco wants a bed time story?"
"Hey, you said you wanted to get to know me, so shoot."
"Um, okay."
Hermione told him a story that she remembered that her father used to tell her. It was a rather comical story, so the two were smiling at the end.
"That was cute, Hermione," he said.
"Thank you," she smiled.
"Well, good night."
"Good night."
Hermione rolled over and began to fall asleep. Just as she was about to fall into dreaming, Draco tapped her on the shoulder.
"What?" she mumbled.
"Go get me some water."
Hermione grumbled, but got herself out of bed. This is going to be a long month.
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Yay! Longer chapter! I hope ya'll like it!
~dragonfires