This is part of my trial run. I have loads of story ideas, but no idea which ones to do. I'll probably do them all eventually, but I need you guys to help me decide which ones to do first. There's four stories in all, and I'll just put the first chapter up of each, then you can decide which sounds the best and I'll work from there. Please tell me what you think! Istalindar.
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Hermione rolled out of bed and stumbled to the wardrobe, pulling her uniform out and slinging it on the bed. Then she saw herself in the mirror. Saw her bed in the mirror.
"Oh god. Oh no."
In a moment of panic, Hermione spun and still saw a sleeping guy in her bed. Fuck, she couldn't even remember his name. If she ever knew it in the first place. Hermione threw on underwear, jeans and a top, completely forgoing the uniform, and high tailed it out.
"Ginny!" She burst into Ginny's room, and the red head dragged herself up onto her elbow, looking blearily at her.
"Don't you knock?" Hermione glanced at the form beside Ginny.
"Oh fuck!" and again, Hermione high-tailed it out.
Hermione picked her way around the bodies that were sprawled around the Burrow. When Weasley Snrs decided to let Ginny have a 'private' sixteenth birthday, spending the night at a hotel and taking all six boys with them (Bill and Charlie were home for the summer) Ginny had jumped at the opportunity to have loads of 'friends' and 'friends-of-friends' around at the house for an eventful party. Hermione was now more inclined to call it an orgy party as it appeared that was what had happened, much to her horror. What was even worse, was that it appeared Hermione had just lost her virginity in a drunken quickie.
"Oh fuck, fuck, double fuck."
Hermione took solace sitting on the wall outside of the house, staring randomly into space and trying as hard as she could to get her thoughts around what had just happened. What if the guy was some sort of druggie? What if they hadnt used a condom? Hermione sure as hell couldn't remember.
"Mudblood. Where's Zabini?" Hermione's head shot up and she focused on the one person she really didn't need to see right now. Draco Malfoy stood in front of her, arms crossed. He was wearing black jeans and a black t- shirt, and he looked annoyed. He snapped his fingers in front of her face when she didn't answer. "Mudblood! You there? Where the fuck is Zabini?" Hermione shrugged.
"Why the hell should I know?" she asked.
"Zabini said he went to she-weasel's party, which I assume was here. Since I refuse to set foot on the property, you go get him."
"For the record, you're standing on their property, now." Hermione observed. Malfoy looked down and shuddered. Then he looked back up.
"Well?" he demanded.
"Well what?" she asked.
"Why havent you gone to get him?" Draco demanded.
"The same reason I never do anything you tell me. Because it will be a cold day and I will be skiing in hell before I do something for you."
"You know, that was a really lame comeback."
"Not as bad as that one." Hermione's phone rang, and she answered it while Draco stared at her contemptuously. "Hello?"
Hey Hermione! How was the party? It was Harry, sounding much too chirpy.
"Fine. What's up?"
We'll be back in about half an hour. I thought I'd call you and warn you so you could clean the place up...are you alright Hermione? Hermione had broken into a fit of hysterical coughing at the mention of the time span she had to get everyone out of the house and the house cleaned up.
"I'm..." cough "alright."
"You don't sound alright, mudblood." Malfoy commented. Hermione raised her middle finger.
Who was that? Anyway, we'll be back in around half an hour. Harry continued.
"Okay, see you then." Hermione hung up and turned to Malfoy.
"You sure he's here?"
"Yes, mudblood, I am."
"Fine, come on then."
"I'm not going in there."
"If you want him back you are. You have already contaminated those shoes so you might as well finish the job and then you can write Potter on them and burn them later. But if I go in there I'm not coming out again. I have roughly half an hour to get them all out before everyone else gets back."
"You mean Potty and Weasel arent there? What have you been doing?" Malfoy smirked. Hermione rolled her eyes and stormed back towards the house. Malfoy effortlessly caught her up.
"So how can you not know if he's there?" Malfoy asked.
"We were all drunk, and we werent paying much attention to who was who." Hermione answered as she slipped inside, followed closely by Malfoy.
"i.e. you were snogging everyone in sight. Never thought you'd be that indiscriminate, mudblood."
"Drop dead, Malfoy."
"And get my entire body contaminated? I think not." He stood on the doormat watching as Hermione shook (and occasionally kicked) people awake, and told them all to leave. "He's not down here, mudblood."
"I noticed." Hermione snapped. "Come on."
"What's going on? What the fuck is he doing here?" Ginny asked from the stairs. She was wearing loose black sweatpants and a black bra and little else, and when she saw Malfoy looking she crossed her arms over her chest.
"We're looking for Blaise Zabini because everyone's coming back in half an hour." Hermione said. Ginny stared at her in horror, then fainted. "Oh yeah, and that's so helpful." Hermione snorted. She stepped over Ginny and continued up the stairs.
"You're going to leave her there?" Malfoy asked as he stepped over her as well.
"What am I meant to do? Turn into superwoman and sling her over my shoulder?" Hermione asked. Malfoy shrugged.
As they continued up the house, Hermione kept kicking people out the house, warning them not to kick Ginny as they went down the stairs. They reached the top floor, where Ginny and Hermione slept (after Fred and George left Ron got their room), and Hermione stuck her head in Ginny's room and yanked it back out again, bright red.
"Found him, have you?" Malfoy drawled.
"Actually, no. but you can kick him out. I'm not going back in there." Malfoy raised an eyebrow and smirked.
"What was he doing, wanking off?" the colour of her face was fast reaching raspberry, and Malfoy grinned. "You're such an innocent, mudblood." He stuck his head in the door.
"Pull yourself back together and leave. Bloody hell, you're meant to be a Slytherin. Out." Malfoy turned to Hermione. "No Blaise. I'm sure he told me he was here."
"Hold on." Hermione said. She went to her door and crossed her fingers before opening it. She flinched but slid inside, closing the door firmly behind her. Blaise Zabini sat up in her bed.
"You left." He commented.
"Malfoy's here for you." Hermione said. Blaise nodded and got out of bed, and Hermione averted her eyes as he got dressed.
"Are you alright? You're looking a bit sick." Blaise commented as he fastened his trousers. Hermione tried not to let her thoughts linger on his incredibly fit body.
"Everyone's coming back in..." Hermione glanced at her watch. "Ten minutes. I have lost my virginity in a drunken quickie and-" Blaise came over and kissed her forehead.
"Trust me, that was more than a quickie. And you're the best virgin I've ever had. But lets not keep Malfoy waiting." He slipped out the door. Malfoy was leaning against the wall with a smirk on his face, making it clear he had heard every syllable of their conversation. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"There you are, Malfoy. You've found him. Now leave, the both of you. They'll be back in like...two minutes!" She practically chased them down the stairs, leaping over the still-unconscious Ginny as they went.
"I'll come back if I've forgotten anything." Blaise quirked an eyebrow, and Hermione made shooing motions with her hands. They both left, Malfoy smirking and Blaise grinning, and Hermione heaved a sigh of relief before turning to the rest of the house.
"Scourify!" she commanded, and the house immediately cleaned itself. It had just finished when someone picked her up from behind.
"What the hell have you forgotten, Blaise? They'll be here in like...oh." She turned around to see Harry giving her a really funny look. "Hi Harry." She said with a smile.
"Blaise?" Harry raised an eyebrow.
"One of Ginny's friends. She just left." Hermione lied quickly. Mentally grinning. For one thing, Blaise was most definitely not a she.
"Ah, okay. And why would this Blaise attack you from behind?" Ron asked.
"The same reason Harry would." Hermione said with a shrug.
"I didn't realise you swung that way, Hermione dear." One of the twins said with a grin, kissing her on the cheek and walking past her into the house.
"Don't be a fu-idiot." Hermione quickly changed her insult as she saw Mrs Weasley approaching. The twin in question grinned, and the other one patted her head.
"Good little Hermione." He said.
"Hello, dear. How was the party?" Mrs Weasley asked.
"Quiet." Hermione lied. Actually, it had been really loud, really drunk, and really orgy-ish. Oh fuck, fuck fuck.
"Where's Ginny?" Ron asked, looking around. Hermione glanced towards the stairs and saw that Ginny had revived and removed herself.
"Probably upstairs getting dressed or something. I was only just getting up when you called me, Harry." Hermione smiled at him, and he nodded absentmindedly.
"Have you looked at the time, any of you? We have to be at the station in an hour1" MRs Weasley screeched. Then the chaos ensued.
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They arrived at the station at 10:58, and made good use of the two minutes by throwing their trunks on board and waving goodbye as they jumped onto the nearly-moving train. Watching the remainder of the Weasley family disappear as the train pulled away from the station, Hermione sighed in relief.
"I cant believe we made it." She said with a relieved laugh.
"You know, I almost thought that my dream was coming true." The four spun to see Draco Malfoy leaning against the wall. His eyes passed from one to the other, lingering on Ginny's chest. "Although, she-weasel isnt generally as many clothes...rather like this morning, eh?" Ginny blushed scarlet. Draco turned to Hermione. "And I rather liked those tight jeans you were wearing...that uniform does absolutely nothing for you." He criticised. Hermione folded her arms across her chest and glared at him.
"Malfoy! Malfoy where the fuck- ah. There you are." Blaise Zabini came round the corner.
"Don't you agree?" Malfoy asked. Blaise raised an eyebrow.
"I missed what I'm meant to agree to." He said with a shrug. Malfoy pointed at Hermione.
"The uniform does absolutely nothing for her." Blaise looked her up and down and grinned.
"Oh, I don't know. She's pretty fabulous underneath..." he winked at her, and she rolled her eyes.
"Shut the fuck up!" Harry and Ron yelled, jumping in front of the two girls. Hermione and Ginny shared a look and took the boys wands from them in unison.
"Stop it, all of you. You two," Ginny directed her comment at Harry and Ron, "Take the trunks and find a compartment. You two," she turned to Malfoy and Blaise. "Leave us alone." Malfoy smirked.
"Cold day and skiing in hell first, darling." He said smoothly.
"Leave 'em alone, Malfoy. It's hardly worth the effort." Blaise said with a grin. Hermione rolled her eyes, refusing to get drawn into the conversation, as Blaise so obviously wanted her to. Malfoy leered at Ginny.
"I wasn't kidding about the dreams though." He sneered. Ginny slapped him, and he withdrew looking shocked.
"Fuck off, ferret boy. That's the only place I'd be associated with you – in your dreams." Ginny spun on her heel and stalked off.
"That told you, I suppose." Hermione said with a shrug. She turned to go, but Blaise caught her arm.
"If I said what Malfoy just said, would you give me the same reaction?" he asked.
"Probably." Hermione said shortly. "But at least you have some basis for those dreams of yours. He doesn't have anything but his sick imagination." Hermione walked off, but still heard Blaise's parting comment.
"I have that too."
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The rest of the train journey passed uneventfully, although Hermione and Ginny threatened the boys more than once that if they didn't shut up they'd lose their tongues. The boys shut up, and Hermione and Ginny managed to pass the rest of the trip in reasonable peace and quiet. That is, until Seamus and Dean joined them, at which point Hermione and Ginny abandoned ship and went looking for another compartment. The only relatively quiet one happened to house Malfoy and Blaise, and so the girls joined them, giving them sour looks to indicate they wished to be left alone.
For once, the boys complied.
When they arrived at school there was the usual unexpected news of Head Boy and Girl, (Hermione and Draco, obviously) various notices about forbidden things/places that really were forbidden, inter-house relations being a really good thing, and that people should be nice to each other or Filch would just ignore Dumbledore and string 'em up by their ankles and leave them there to turn purple.
Hermione dozed through most of it, although she managed to catch more of it then either Harry or Ron, so she was still able to look like the know-it- all when all she was doing was regurgitating what everyone had heard in different words so the boys thought they were hearing something totally new even though they had actually already heard what she was telling them.
Once she had actually shooed the lads into the dorm, she sighed with relief and wearily went to her own dorm room, where she collapsed on one of the black leather couches.
"Nice job of making yourself look smart there, mudblood." Malfoy drawled as he settled himself in the armchair opposite.
"Fuck off Malfoy."
"But I'm enjoying this." Malfoy protested.
"So wank off in the privacy of your room." Hermione shot back. Malfoy chuckled.
"I don't think that's quite necessary. Not that you could manage to get me off, anyway. I did mean it when I said that uniform does absolutely nothing for you."
"I dont recall asking your opinion actually." Hermione shot back, levering herself off the couch. "I'm having a bath. Interrupt me and I'll kill you."
"As if you could, mudblood. I'd like to see you try."
"Trust me, Malfoy. You really wouldn't. you'd just die." Hermione disappeared.
"Yeah. Whatever." Malfoy settled onto the couch Hermione had just vacated and picked up his potions homework.
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Review and tell me what you think. the other stories are The Order of Tears, Multiple Personalities and Character Change. Thanks, Istalindar