Disclaimer: FAN fiction. IfI were the author of the Harry Potter Serise, wouldn't I just write the books this way instead of going out of my way to make a mini story with a compeltely, off-topic plot. If you have yet to get it, I do NOT own Harry Potter.
Disclaimer 2: The song included below belongs to Ashlee Simpson and is titled Nothing New. I'm not taking, or trying to take, credit for it.
xoxoxoxoxoxox
Hermione walked down the creaky stairs of her house and heldthe locket lightly in her palm, fiddling with it. When she got to her mothers door she pushed it open and looked around.
"Mummy?" She called out.
The room was empty, so Hermione continued to her own room. Crookshanks lay on her computer chair and she went over and petted his soft fur.He purred in pleasure and she picked him up as he meowed. She smiled at him and laid him on her bed. Laying on her stomach, she stroked his fur soothingly while he lay in front of her and he enjoyed every moment. She again touched her necklace and let it dangle outside her shirt. As soon as the necklace fell out of her shirt Crookshanks eyes grew wider. He stared at it, slowly dangling back and forth, taunting him. He reached his stubby paw out to push it and it swung from side to side with more force. He got up on his legs fully, his cat senses tingling, and played with it. Hermione seemed very amused as she watched him, and finally made him stop when he tried to bite it inside his mouth.
"Silly cat." She commented and laughed at him. He mewed lightly as if responding. Hermione heard her door open and she saw her mother in her narrow door frame.
"Is the attic clean?" She asked her arms over her chest.
"Yes mum. It's spotless." She answered politely.
Out of early habit she started to fiddle with her necklace again, and then it occurred to her, she didn't know where this locket came from or if it was even hers. She climbed off her bed and approached her mother. She held it out so Mrs. Granger could have a good look at it. Her mother's eyed widened at the sight.
"Where did you get this?" Her mom asked, taking the locket into her own clammy hand.
"I was cleaning and I found it in a jewelry box." She stated innocently, "It was so beautiful; I just had to put it on." She saw her mother gulp and look into her eyes.
"This was a present from your father on our first anniversary. He said 'keep this safe and put it to good use'. I didn't know what he meant, but I cherished it all the same." She explained calmly.
"Then why did I never see you wearing it?" She questioned her.
"Hermione, that locket was the most precious gift anyone had given me. I don't know why I didn't wear it to tell you the truth, but I did know one thing. That H on the front meant everything to me Hermione. Do you know why?" She asked me and I shook my head.
"I was pregnant with you sweetie when he gave me it. We had already decided on your name: Hermione Jane Granger. Perfect. It symbolized the gift we had made together, and that was you sweetie. You were the greatest gift I could have ever gotten." Her mother's voice became shaky, and her eyes began to tear up.
"I didn't know it meant that much." Hermione said emotionally, grasping the locket harder.
"And that's why I want you to wear it Hermione. Cherish it like I never could." Hermione walked closer to her mom and hugged her. They let go and Mrs. Granger smiled leaving the room with a loving atmosphere. Hermione again tried to open the locket, but it just wouldn't budge.
"Gods, did someone charm this to never open?" She said in frustration. Just then a brown barn owl pecked at her window. She walked over and opened the window and the owl swooped over her head dropping a piece of parchment on her desk.She hurriedly opened it halfway, knowing what it was, but with a slight uncertainty.
Dear Ms. Granger,
We are pleased to inform you that you have honorably been put in the position of Head Girl for your seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
A Head Boy has also been appointed, but his name shall remain confidential until the meeting scheduled during the trip on the Hogwarts Express. You are needed in the Head's compartment throughout the entire trip and will be given instructions from there. Thank You for your cooperation and congratulations!
Minerva McGonagall
Transfiguration teacher
Assistant Headmisstress
Hermione jumped at the end of the letter.
"I'm head girl!" She yelled and did a little jig that was all her own. "Mummy! Mummy guess what?" She screamed running down the stairs to find her mother. She found her in the living room watching her soap operas.
"What is it honey?" She asked a little stunned by her daughter's excitement.
"I've made Head Girl, that's what!"
"That's wonderful sweetie! I'm so proud of you!" Her mother said and hugged her daughter yet again. Hermione kissed her mom on the cheek out of happiness and scurried back up the stairs to relax and drench in her delight.
xoxoxoxoxox
It soon came time again to head to school and Hermione had just stepped through the barrier between platforms 9 and 10 right after she gave her mother a last good bye kiss.
"I'll miss you sweetie." Her mother said.
"I'll be back for summer mum, don't worry." Hermione coaxed. She disappeared through the invisible barrier and saw the scarlet locomotive on the platform. She smiled and was glad to be going back.
She dragged herheavy trunk through the slim corridors of the train to find the Head's Compartment. She approached a mahogany door with the glowing letters HG/HB. Hermione dug in her jean pocket to put on her badge over her top. She quickly pulled her trunk in and tried to put it into the racks at the top. Try as she might her tiny figure couldn't lift her heavy trunk.
"Need help?" A silky voice asked her.
"Yes... could you be so kind as t-," She turned around to the sultry voice that had spoken to her. Her eyes widened at the muscular form in front of her.
Draco Malfoy.
Without another word Draco walked over to Hermione lifted her trunk up with ease and put it onto the rack.
"M-Malfoy?" She wondered out loud.
"Yes."
"Why did you help me?" Hermione asked truly bewildered by his behavior. He just shrugged as if to say it was no big deal. He must want something. There is no way he would be this nice to me if he didn't. That ferret thinks he can fool me. Hermione thought.
"What do you want Ferret? Scum like you doesn't belong in the heads compartment." She told him snobbishly. Draco's angered face looked at her and sneered. What happened to her! I was just trying to be nice!
"If you are so eager to know mudblood I am Head Boy." Draco shot back.
"Dumbledore must be off his rocker to appoint you the position of Head Boy!" Hermione said utterly surprised.
"I guess he is then because he has and I am!" Draco stood up and yelled. Hermione backed away from Draco a little intimidated by his towering figure. She backed up a little too abruptly and fell onto the compartment seat behind her.
"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so offensive." Hermione said. Draco's face softened a little, and he approached her. His hands pressed her shoulders to the back of the seat. He leaned his body against her and she gasped, not expecting this reaction. They were dangerously close and Hermione noticed his soft lips leaning into her. Her eyes closed totally forgetting that this was Draco Malfoy on top of her. Instead of kissing her his lips drew closer to her ear.
"Apology accepted, mudblood." Draco whispered in her ear. He smirked when he felt her body shiver. I love to see her squirm. And to think I was going to be nice when I could have done this. Draco thought.
What the heck is he doing? God he looks so hot... what did I just say! You did not just think that Hermione. You did not just think that! Hermione thought strangely.
Draco lifted himself off of her excruciatingly slow and rubbed his hard body against her getting another gasp from Hermione. Malfoy laughed inwardly. This mudblood is so easy. When he was completely off he sat back down on the opposite side and looked out the window.
What the hell is wrong with him! Hermione wondered. Why did he do that! God that body... how come he has to have the body of a god and not a guy that actually has a heart! Hermione started to examine Draco. His high cheek bones and slightly flushed cheeks ascended his pale skin and hair. She looked lower and saw his well muscled chest move up and down as he breathed.
"Like what you see, mudblood?" Draco's voice broke Hermione out of her trance.
"Like I would be looking at you, ferret." Hermione shot back quickly. Hermione walked over to where her trunk was. It was next to where Draco was sitting. She stood up on the seat and reached up for her trunk. I just want my CD player. Why didn't I remember to get it before he put it up here? Oh yeah the ferret had to distract me with trying to be nice. Like that would ever happen.
As Hermione reached up she didn't notice a certain Slytherinstaring at her. Damn, mudblood grew up. Draco examined her stomach that was showing from Hermione reaching up for the trunk. How I'd like to li- what! I did not just think that! Even though Draco was disgusted with his own thoughts he still gazed at Hermione. His head leaned to the side and he got a perfect view up her shirt. Holy! Where did those come from! Draco wondered.
Hermione then sighed in frustration, bringing Draco out of his thoughts. Not remembering that he wasn't supposed to be nice to her, Draco stood up and helped her with the trunk again. She looked at him skeptically, but made no comment. Hermione dug in the trunk and found what she wanted. She closed the trunk back up.
"Um...could you...?" She asked a little embarrassed at her helplessness.
He lifted up the trunk without a word and sat back down. She also sat quietly and turned on her CD player that was playing one of her favorite songs by Ashley Simpson
I found myself wrong again
Staring out my window,
Wonderin' what it is I should've said
I found myself at home again
Waiting for the after call
From a fallout that feels like such a mess
Oh, I can only be myself
I'm sorry that's hell for you
Hey, so what's my damage today?
Don't let me get in your way
Let it out like you always do
The trouble between me and you
Is nothin' new
So I listen to you complain and then
I bite my tongue in vain again
As I let it all just slowly settle in
Such a pretty picture that you paint
I'm so far while your a saint
Funny how you eyes say fick not fan
Oh, I can only be myself
You're lookin' for someone else
Hey, so what's my damage today?
Don't let me get in your way
Let it out like you always do
The trouble between me and you
Is nothin' new
Draco could hear the song from across the compartment and he actually liked it. Muggle singers aren't that bad. I heard some like Fall Out Boy and Green Day when I traveled to America over the summer.
You know how to give it, but you can't take it
It's all just a waste, now you conceive it
No matter what I do, It's never good enough
Never good enough
Hey, so what's my damage today?
Don't let me get in your way
Let it out like you always do
The trouble between me and you
Is nothin' new
Save your breath cuz here comes the truth
I'm over the drama of you!
Now that's somethin' new!
Well I'm staring out my window
Wonderin' what it is I should have said...
"Who sings that?" Draco asked when the song ended.
"Ashlee Simpson."
"You mean Jessica Simpson's little sister?" Draco asked.
"How do you know about Jessica Simpson?" Hermione asked, surprised he even listened to muggle music let alone know the artist's names.
"What male doesn't? She too sexy for her own good," He said truthfully, he the blushed realizing he shouldn't have said that, Hermione just laughed.
"All my other guy friends say that! You sounded just like Jared!" She laughed.
Draco smiled a true, genuine smile. Hermione absolutely melted. She had never seen him smile before. Hermione admired the way his white teeth shined brightly and she thought the dimple on his right cheek was so cute.
Just then Professor McGonagall walked in with her usual stern face.
Review Please