Like Shards Of Shattered Glass
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I unfortunately do not own any of the characters or settings mentioned in this fan fiction. They belong to a very famous lady called J.K Rowling of whom I am very very JEALOUS! I wanna big mansion and lots of dosh! Grrrr………
A/N: Hey everyone! This is the third chappie of my first ever fanfic and I have to send a massive hug to my first and only reviewer - stfu its Kaley! It's great to know that someone loves my story! However due to increasing work loads from college and annoying parents I really need more reviews if I am to feel that continuing the story is worth while. So please read and review and make one little writing fiend very VERY happy!
Like Shards Of Shattered Glass
Chapter Three: If looks could kill
"You have to do WHAT!" Ron Weasley's voice boomed across the great hall, succeeding in turning everyone's heads towards the Gryffindor table.
"oh yeah, thanks Ron," Hermione hissed sarcastically , " next time perhaps you could shout it a little louder, I don't think the people in china heard you………"
Ron threw his best friend a dirty look, "I just can't believe Dumbledore's making you share a dorm with that little…… that little…."
"Ferret?" supplied Harry helpfully.
Ron grinned slightly, Hermione bit back a smile. The memory of "Malfoy the amazing bouncing ferret "could still reduce a busy Gryffindor common room to hysterics.
" I don't like it anymore then you do Ron, but it's a tradition, the head girl and boy have shared a common room since the school opened , I double checked it in Hogwarts: A History on the way here" Hermione explained.
"There's always a first time for everything" muttered Harry, who was trying to control his rumbling stomach as they waited for the feast to begin.
Hermione glared at him, "Harry it's a rule okay, were just gonna have to live with it"
"Or rather i'm gonna have to live with it" she sighed to herself.
"Anyway", Hermione started, a puzzled expression on her face, "where is Malfoy?"
Her chocolate brown eyes scanned the great hall, looking for any glimpse of Malfoy's pale face or a flash of white blonde hair.
Harry grabbed her arm to pull her back into her seat, as Albus Dumbledore got to his feet, from where he sat at the centre of the teachers table, and raised his hand for his student's attention.
The students immediately fell silent, eagerly awaiting their headmaster's speech.
Dumbledore cleared his throat, "Welcome back to another year at Hogwarts" his grandfatherly voice, which Hermione had only ever heard waver four times, addressed them.
Dumbledore was, Hermione believed, what made Hogwarts so warm and secure. The headmaster was both incredibly powerful and feared, especially by Voldemort, but had a way to being the students best friend and greatest confident.
She shook off her thoughts though as she heard her name.
"Hermione Granger shall be our new head girl" Dumbledore raised his goblet to her and winked as she stood up slightly and beamed at the student body, who's applause filled her ears.
She was an obvious and popular choice for the headship.
Dumbledore was speaking again and the young witches and wizards quietened down once again.
"And our new head boy shall be with us in a few moments as he is presently in a meeting with professor Snape"
Hermione suddenly realised that Snape wasn't at his usual place at the teachers table and raised her eyebrows at Harry and Ron, who were, she realised, looking more relaxed then whenever Snape was in a room.
She smiled to herself, the potions professor was really the most insufferable git she'd ever met.
Suddenly, without warning, the heavy oak doors of the great hall flew open, and in stalked none other then….
"Malfoy", Ron hissed venomously.
Hermione frowned as she stood there watching as the head boy swaggered across the hall to the head of the Slytherin table.
"Ah yes, Allow me to introduce our new head boy" Dumbledore said smiling slightly,
"Draco Malfoy!"
The Slytherin's exploded with cheers and wolf whistles as Malfoy slumped, with more grace then Hermione had ever possessed in her life, into his chair.
The rest of the hall had gone very quiet. Many students were glaring at Malfoy and the Slytherin's whilst others were sending Dumbledore questioning looks.
Draco Malfoy, prince of Slytherin, Death Eater's son and all around giant asshole, Head Boy!
Hermione had to hand it to him, as she watched the hall erupt into whispers; the guy sure knew how to create an entrance.
"I will need to speak privately with our new heads at the end of the feast, but now it is time for our new batch of witches and wizards to be sorted!" Dumbledore announced over the gossiping pupils.
Hermione watched as professor McGonagall led the trembling first years into the great hall for the sorting of houses.
Harry nudged her, "how long do you reckon Malfoy's gonna last before he gets mugged by an angry mob of Hufflepuff's?"
He pointed towards the Hufflepuff's table, all of whom were glaring daggers at Malfoy. It was common knowledge that Justin finch-Fletchley had been a serious contender for the headship.
Hermione laughed and Harry threw an arm around her in a supportive hug and her mind was taken off her impending partnership with Malfoy as she watched "Waterman, Lydia" join the Ravenclaw table.
Draco Malfoy slid his gaze from the sorting hat to the Gryffindor table, just as Harry slung an arm round Hermione.
He couldn't see what potter saw in his little mudblood girlfriend really. He took in the girl's appearance; bushy brown hair, her teeth were now a normal size he supposed and her features were just about bordering on pretty.
To be honest she was rather unexceptional.
He caught potters glare across the room, threw him his trademark sneer before turning his gaze on his fellow Slytherin's. Yes Granger was nothing special, except for her mind. He'd never to date, been able to beat her in anything, except for flying he guessed, but then Potter always outshone him at that.
But he'd show them this year.
And it was with a smirk on his handsome features and malice flowing through his thoughts that he picked up his fork and began to eat.