Dead Letters
Chapter 2
"Draco Malfoy talk to me now!" yelled Pansy who was running to keep up with her friend who was a boy, but not necessarily her boyfriend, although not just a friend considering the one crazy night when...oh great, now I'm getting off track aren't I? Well, I do hope you catch my drift when I was talking about the not-boyfriend-just-friends-but-a-little-more-than-friends description.
Ok, let me start over..."Draco Malfoy talk to me now!" yelled Pansy who was running down the corridor to keep up with him. "What the fuck do you want from me now?!" Pansy getting really desperate to be on Draco's good side, if he even had one, went to him and ran her fingers across Draco's well defined, sculpted, muscular, hot, sweaty, and glistening chest. Draco sighed because she did this more than four times a day, not that he minded, but it was getting to be an old frequently used gesture to say 'I'm sorry' but he didn't want her feeling him up all over the school, especially since he wanted to be free of her and the presumptions that they were an item.
"Hermione sure thinks she is all that, every man's eye candy, what a bitch!" stated Pansy who decided to say some Gryffindor bashing to fill her daily quota. "Why do you say that?" Draco stated casually, trying not to sound too eager in hearing a response. "I'm saying that because I saw you looking at her too! Why must you look at her in yearning while I'm here for the taking?" Draco paused in making his reply because he wanted to make it sound least hurtful than usual, "I'd rather look at her pure mudblood self than to see or touch your impure, completely defiled, used-more-than-a-public-bathroom-on-the-day-of-a-big-muggle-parade ass!" Shocked and very appalled at this sudden publicly known fact that she pretends no one knows (but everyone knows and talks about it behind her back) she stalks away from Draco into the Slytherin dungeon portrait hole. "It must be her time of the month or else it could be the facial hair removal potion that she is taking. Not that I care, it's just interfering with..."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione were on their way to visit Hagrid when they heard the funniest thing. Dobby was serenading the giant squid with the infamous MC Hammer song Can't Touch This. Harry stole a short glance of Ron and the sight on his face was worth more than seeing Snape wear a pair of bright pink women's underwear, not that Harry had the sickening pleasure of ever seeing that; thank God.
Hermione who still was the one and only member of S.P.E.W went to her most favorite house-elf revolutionaire to see what possessed him to sing the MC Hammer song. "Dobby love the song Missus. It always use to take Dobby from the horrible, horrible, horrible horri... (Do you get the point?) Horrid treatment former Master used to treat me. It help me in ways none other could, all until Harry Potter came to release me and save me from..." Winky now appeared from the lake and was scolding Dobby. "Bad Dobby! No stopping from work to idle and talk to the young Miss! My master would have...gasps oh, so is you talking to this bad girl? She is trying to makes us be free, I don't want her near me, I'm going to the kitchen again, I hopes you wills be there by the time I get there or I'll...I'll go to our new master and tell him what you are doing!" Dobby screeches and runs to her saying, "I go now! I goes now! I don't want to makes the Headmaster mad at me! I'll be good."
"Good grief, I've never seen such a sight of ugly creatures in my entire life," Pansy said looking at Hermione, Ron, and Harry now standing by the lake, "Oh, I don't think I can hold my breakfast another second if I see another mudblood loving Gryffindor!" Ron, who can't help himself from always standing up for Hermione when she's called a mudblood scrambles up to see who yelled, "Oh, so it's just the sickle slut. Anyone can get a rise out of her if they have money to also pay to get rid of whatever she gives you." Pansy now starting to get mad but not wanting to show it said, "It's a good thing I've changed my rate to several galleons or else any beggar, you included, would want me too." Hermione now deciding to stick up for herself says, "No one wants what's there for the taking, which everyone's dirty hands have touched!" Pansy now enraged, "Shut up you mudblood slut!" "There, there dear. I don't want you to get worn out trying to get rid of the scum here, leave that to me." Everyone to their surprise sees Draco and some of his doofus friends come from out of the shadows. Hermione, who wonders how he got there without anyone seeing him, forgets that just as soon as she sees Malfoy's well toned, muscular, sleek, tight, and sexy (I love adding this part!) body in a well cut obviously tailored suit that hugs his body in all the right places. Oh, God! What was I just thinking? Hermione feels her face start to redden and turns her face from all the people ahead of her to Harry who she motions for his help to drag Ron away from the soon-to-be-fight. They get away soon enough and hear the mocking from the Slytherins by the lake. "Oh, I don't know what Pansy's problem is but..." says Hermione who is cut off mid-sentence by Ron who comes in by saying, "My, my, my, I'm guessing that you haven't seen or taken a look at yourself in the past couple of months because it's sad to say this, but Hermione you must face the facts, that you are gradually transforming/starting to be the Hogwart's babe. Not that I see what everyone else is seeing, but you look all right to me. What do you think Harry?" "Er, you look fine, you are the same Hermione who was my friend in the first year and the Hermione who is the so-called babe of Hogwarts in our sixth year." "I'm glad you guys aren't getting weird or anything around me, it would be very awkward." "Sure," say Ron and Harry in unison but both also turn their heads away from her so she won't see the both of them redden.
Ron runs to Hargid's hut and asks his usual questions, "Hi Hagrid! What's new? How is the planning for our next Care of Magical Creatures class going? Where's Fang? Is he around?" Hagrid now slides over behind Ron and Harry only to see Hermione but only the weird thing is that she doesn't look like the same Hermione that left school a year ago. She's the girl, no, not girl anymore, she's the woman of every man's dreams, wet or not. Oh how she has changed, she has the naughty schoolgirl look that Hagrid is weak for. Oh God, it's coming! No, not in front of the kids, bad bad bad, stop, ok, think of something...hippogriffs are very...phew, it's gone...now to introduce myself to that sexy-sluty-sultry-nasty-naughty-dirty...yeah. "So boys, who is yor new friend?" By now everyone except Hagrid is laughing, "It's Hermione...you remember?" "SHITake! I thought...she is...I'm so...er." Harry was just about to tease Hagrid more when he remembers that he got detention in Potions along with Ron and they had to go now before Snape disciplined the both of them further. "Hermione? Do you mind staying here? We'll be back soon! Bye!" Ron and Harry take off towards the castle never thinking again of the position they left their friend in.
Hagrid is hesitant in walking towards Hermione. He hasn't been near a woman that gave him a boner in a long time. Oh, what to do? He knew what he wanted to do. Oh damn it! It's happening again, but this time he was alone with her, a long way from school. She was legal in the wizarding world; sixteen is a good age. What am I thinking? Ok, slow down, think it over, she's just a kid isn't she? While Hagrid was arguing with himself Hermione decided to make herself comfortable so she went to the fire, lit it, took off her robe and carefully folded it on the chair, then sat down on the floor by the fire. By the time Hagrid realized all of this he didn't know if he could control all of his pulsating feelings for the young girl. The girl no longer was Hermione; she had turned into Madame Maxime. It was less than a year earlier; Madame Maxime had done the exact same thing Hermione did. Oh now that was quite a night for Hagrid and Madame Maxime. They tried to be quiet but Filch overheard a commotion coming from the edge of the forest and brought Headmaster Dumbledore along with him to check out the problem. By the time Filch and Dumbledore walked into the room Hagrid and Maxime were on page 45 of the Beginner's Guide to Kama Sutra figure 3.5 in the little fold out booklet. Good times they were, but now it was well established that Madame Maxime and Hagrid were just not meant to be.
Hermione was spacing out by looking into the fire, it was so romantic sitting here in front of a fire with the sun setting outside of the hut. She was only disappointed in seeing her other companion in the hut, if only it was the guy who made her feel like she had butterflies in her stomach whenever she saw him. That guy was Draco...or was it? It could have been Viktor from a couple of years ago, even Ron, and Harry. But if she fell for any man who made her moist then she'd be no better than Pansy Parkinson.
Harry went on his way to Snape's classroom in the dungeons when Ron told him to listen. What they heard would change their views on a certain teacher forever. Flitwick was standing in the nude with a bunch of house elves surrounding him, slathering him in pumpkin pasties, while Flitwick was wearing pasties. It was a gross sight but they had to watch to see what exactly was going on. The house elves then took a muggle toolbox out and placed it in front the small professor. From the toolbox several monkey wrenches, screwdrivers, and screws were taken and distributed equally between the nasty house elves. The house elves then looked at each other with a little gleam in their eyes as they slowly made their way towards Flitwick.
Ginny, who in this sad story, is in her fifth year...yeah, that's it. Well, most fifteen years olds are innocent aren't they? They mostly are...I think. Ginny is a completely different person in home and at school. She has a bit of a duel personality more compared with night and day; if ya get my picture. At home she's a modest, shy, polite, and overall "normal" fifteen-year-old only daughter/younger sister...but at school, in the privacy of her or just about any worthy boy's four-poster bed, she's a bit of a handful. Tonight she won't be spending the night alone, she hardly ever does. Right now she's in the Prefect's bathroom waiting to meet her new client, I mean friend. Alas it looks like he has finally arrived! Her new prey doesn't seem to see her hiding in the safety of the shadows; she usually hangs out there to scope out the person just in case the person turns out to be Vincent Crabbe or Gregory Goyle, how disgusting, but she did learn from that mistake. The person was hanging around looking around the bathroom; he was obviously a first timer. He walked towards the portrait of the mermaid, they often did. Now was her moment. Ginny slid over to her "friend" and dragged her hand lazily across his broad shoulders. He kept his face hidden; she liked it this way. He returned her gesture with sliding his fingers gently down her thigh and back up to her waist. Usually her clients weren't too gentle with her; there was something oddly familiar about this new guy. So new to this type of thing, yet also he was so familiar. He had gray darkened eyes and a familiar scent to her. Who he was she was none too sure but she would find out sooner if not later.
Author's note: Ok, right now you may be thinking where's the skin, the love, lust, and crud? Personally I don't have a clue. But I'll try to make something happen in the next story.