Me: Can I keep Draco?
JK: No.
Me: How about Mione?
JK: No.
Me: Any of them?
JK: No
Now I am sure you saw that I fought to keep the characters and lost. So they do not belong to me.
Warning: There are spoilers in this chappy.
Shout out to wonderful reviewers: Thank ya much for reviews. I think five for my first day is good. I hope I get progress though. A special one goes out to Miss Gryffindor for her great constructive criticism. I loved it, thank you. I just had to respond to one thing, but don't think I'm being mean cause I love your review. The reason dear Hermy is so laid back in the story is because she has to be able to accept the bet from Draco in the other chapter (bet comes in chapter four, cause I had writers block and had to not force Malfoy to bring on the bet). The real Hermione wouldn't even dare. As for the gay thing, you have to read the last paragraph of the first chappie for my apology. No, it was not just added, I made sure to put it on there first thing so no one would try to sue, cause I'm poor. Oh, and read my authors notes at the bottom for chapter explanations. Anyways, here's your chappie.
As I entered the great hall, I was still amazed with the bewitched ceiling after all these years. The sky was abeautiful midnight black with a sprinkle of stars. The Sorting Hat was all the way at the front of the room waiting for its next victim. Neville, to the left side of me couldn't remember where he put his remebrall and decided to go look under the Ravenclaw table. They weren't very happy about that. I looked to my right and saw my favorite table, filled with the emblem of our crimson and gold lion. Harry, Ron, and I decided to sit somewhere around the middle.
"You know, you'd think McGonagall would take into consideration that some of us have to eat," whined Ron. He then dramatically put his hand over his stomach and made a low growling nose.
"Mate, You look more like you're pregnant than hungry," pointed out Harry, adjusting his glasses a little.
"Hey, pregnant women have to eat too. Ask mum," Ron retorted, taking out a chocolate frog that he didn't bother to eat on the train.
"You're going to spoil your dinner Ron," I said half heartedly, shaking my hea at how he still managed to say in shape after all that food.
Ron rolled his eyes and tried to put the chocolate frog back into his box. The frog slipped out of his hand and landed on Neville's head causing him to drop his remebrall again.
"Sorry mate," mumbled Ron, not caring in the least.
Neville simply sighed and went under our table to look for his remembrall.
"Ron, maybe you should-."
"Shut up, here they come," I said while gesturing my hand toward him. As if on queue, the first years came in looking as scared as I had in my first year. I had to smile. I remembered that some of my peers thought that we would have to fight of a dragon without magic to see what House we would be in. I also remember people saying that we would have to sword fight with Dumbledore. I could only imagine what those first years were going through.
My smile got larger as the room quieted down and waited for the sorting.
"Newbury, Stuart," started Professor McGonagall.
The Sorting passed byby quicker than usual. We got nine new Gryffindors. Although, I was probably the only one caring right now, because everyone else was hungry. They were either eating or staring at Nearly Headless Nick doing this weird sumersault thing.
"Hey guys," Harry started. "The Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher isn't at the table."
I glanced over in alarm, "As long as the teacher isn't being impersonated, ministry related, didn't lose their memory, or has an unhealthy obsession with under arm hair, I'm happy."
I then scanned the table again, hoping it was Snape who was missing and not the DADA teacher. It was always a suspicious when a teacher was missing, and the fact that it was the DADA teacher wasn't helpful.
"If only Lupin weren't in his, umm, situation," pondered Ron, eating his chicken savagely.
"I think they've learned not to show the teacher until the actual class," hypothesized Harry, trying to keep his mashed potatoes on his fork.
"True. Plus, we have better things to worry about like the homework we might get, breakfast tomorrow, and the power hungry wizard situation," I added, eating my brocolli thoughtfully.
"You know, it's a good thing tomorrow is a weekend," Ron said with his mouthful of food spillling everywhere.
"I get my own personal dorm!" I squealed, forgetting my food at the thought of it.
"Will we get to visit?" the boys asked in unison.
"You know they don't allow boys into the girl's section of the dormitory," I replied, half heartedly glaring at them.
"But Mi-"
"Students," interrupted Dumbledore. "I hope you had a great feast. All prefects will lead there first years to their common rooms, and the Head Boy and Girl shall stay here and wait for further instructions. Dismissed."
"Bye guys," I said while waving Ron and Harry off. After everyone left, I walked up to the teacher's table anxious to get my instructions.
"Congratulations Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger. This year, we have provided a special room for both of you to use. It is provided for work only," informed Dumbledore. "Now, here are your maps to help you to your location. Good luck."
'He still has that twinkle in his eye,' I thought as we started off. 'He never loses that twinkle in his eye.'
"We're lost," I concluded, staring at the map as if it were a grindilow.
I looked around and couldn't figure out where we were. The corridor was dimly lit with only a few torches. There were no tapestries or statues, and it gave me the creeps knowing that this might be peeves favorite hiding place.
"We are not lost Mudblood, we just simply aren't anywhere familiar," Malfoy replied lamely, snatching the map from my hand.
"Well when you put it that way-"
"Shut up, Granger. You know, if the door wasn't a wall, then we might actually be able to find it better," he retorted, turning the map upsidedown. He then started muttering incoherently to himself
"Do you expect us, out of the blue, to say Dragon Charm and-."
I stopped my going to be rantbecause the wall next to me opened.
"Worked for you, didn't it?" he replied before walking in.
I stared at his back before walking in after him. I stopped and stared at the room. It was a little smaller than a common room. It had bookcases, a fireplace, two squashy chairs, and a couch. They all came with our house colors. Two doorways, one with a Gryffindor Lion and the other with the Slytherin Serpent, led to our actual common rooms. There were also two desks with supplies and the color of our resident houses on our nameplate.
"You might want to stop gaping, it's rude. Do you have the schedules?" he asked rudely plopping himself down at his desk.
"Yeah, don't mind the stains. Ron was helping during the feast," I replied nonchalantly while giving him the list and hoping to some deity that the stains were pissing him off.
As he looked it over, I surveyed him, watching for his reaction. He was less pale than usual, even though he was still whiter than normal people. I found this sort of strange. The gel wasn't applied, but his hair was still sleeked back, which was also weird. That's it. I've decided that Malfoy was a girl.You only find the product he used in girl stores.
'No more appealing than Goyle,' I thought amused.
"You put me and you in the same patrol night," he stated, cutting off my train of thought.
"Huh?" I asked stupidly.
"You have me and you on Wednesday night patrol, Mudblood," he repeated a little more forcefully and annoyed. He then gestured towards the schedule in frustration.
"Well it was either that or the Victoria girl. You know what happened last year," I reminded, reminiscing on how great that moment was when he got humiliated and yelled at.
"But it's with you," he protested, running his fingers through his hair, claerly more annoyed than he wanted to be.
"Let's go over the list of prefects," I started with a certain glint in my eye. "You dumped Victoria by setting up a snog with Pansy when you KNEW she would walk in. You rejected Hannah Abbot by broadcasting it to the whole school with the banner in bright PINK glitter." That's right. He was such a girl.
"That was Pansy. I-"
"You got in a fight with Terry Boot over Hannah. You don't want to be with Ron and vice versa. Justin hates you because of something you did to his girlfriend. And last but not least, Blaise fancies Victoria and requested NICELY, for a change, to be put with her," I finished taking a big huge breath and plastering a tiumphant smile on my face.
"Well what about you? I've only loathed you for six years going on seven. Wait, you take that as a compliment," Malfoy sarcastically replied, hoping hid glare would burn a hole through me.
"That was low, Malfoy. I'm surprised you can say that with your head shoved so far up your-"
"Now now Granger. Not that I would want you to, but been looking at my ass?" he said cockily, putting his feet up on his desk.
"Yes, I think it's cute enough to pinch," I replied dryly, hoping he got the sarcasm.
His eyes widened as his chair gave out from under him. He then stumbled backwards, landing on his back hard as he hit the floor.
"I didn't know you thought that way," he said looking disgusted and trying to show me that it didn't hurt.
"It's better than what you think about. Is what is on the inside of my shirt that interesting by the way," I asked while crossing my arms averting his gaze from whatever he was staring at.
"I was looking at the schedules," he said casually.
I gave him a knowing look.
"Anyways," he started, clearing his throat. "I guess I can tolerate you for an hour or two."
"Why give in so early," I asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"Cause I can just give you hell on patrol night," he said simply.
"Great, just great. Post this on your bulletin board," I commanded and left before he could protest.
Malfoy was so infuriating sometimes.
Walking up the stairs to Gryffindor Tower was incredibly easy. As I reached the top, I pressed the stone that opened up the door to Gryffindor House. When the door opened, I surprisingly found Ron on the couch, asleep, with a BOOK in his hands. I took a moment to recuperate from my initial shock before waking him. I walked slowly and quietly towards him. I ran my fingers through his fiery red hair. Suddenly, he grabbed my hand that was in his hair. I nearly died of shock the second time in five minutes. Screaming followed shortly after.
"Shut up, Hermione, before Slytherins file complaints about how loud you are. And they're all in the dungeons," he said lazily, lwtting go of my hand in the process.
"Sorry, I just wanted to wake you up so you can go to your proper bed," I replied in a motherly tone while helping him up.
"Thanks," he said. "And goodnight." A hug shortly followed.
We walked up to where the stairs separated and then parted ways. I looked back down at the common room and couldn't help getting the warm homey feeling of it. There were so many good memories in that common room.
Before I went to sleep I thought, ' It's off to a good start.'
"I think you've arranged the patrol schedules beautifully," complimented Dumbledore with his usual smile and twinkle.
"Thank you sir," Malfoy and I said in unison.
"Now, it's a beautiful day outside. Enjoy your weekend!" Dumbledore said dismissing us before popping a lemon drop in his mouth.
We walked down the stairs to his office silently. I was sort of hoping that he wouldn't talk to me. I had enough of him the day before, and talking to him was only going to make it worse.
"Dream of my ass?" Malfoy asked nastily as we left Dumbledore's office.
"Sorry, but when I dream, I dream of better people," I replied sarcastically.
"And who would that be," he asked trying to keep up with my pace.
"Let me get my list," I replied while pretending to search for something in my bag.
"Always so sarcastic. Granger, I'm hurt," he said dramatically while placing a hand over his heart.
"I had no idea," I said while imitating has expression.
"Ok, you do know how insufferable you are?" he asked actually showing he was pissed.
I didn't answer him because I saw Harry. "Harry," I yelled while trying to catch up with him.
"Hey, Herms," he greeted when I caught up with him.
"Where's Ron? I thought you two were together," I asked without bothering to greet him back.
"Look behind you. He went to the owlery when you lest to see Professor Dumbledore. Now he's about to punch Malfoy," Harry replied.
"Oh crap! RON!" I yelled. He looked back at us. "Come to the common room with Harry and me." Ron, in response, looked at me, then gave a dirty look to Malfoy, and then left to follow us.
"You know, I didn't know the dungeons were so...not small," I commented lamely.
"Hermione, I think I found the hall that leads to the exit stairs," Ron stated triumphantly.
"It's about time," I said running towards the exit. Right before we entered Gryffindor Tower, however, we ran into Filch.
"Reckless kids. You would've been whipped if Dumbledore weren't here," he muttered to himself when we walked past him.
"He needs a girl, doesn't he?" Ron whispered while he looked at Filch's retreating back in pity.
"I thought Umbridge was his girl. I could've sworn they've had an affair," I thoughtfully stated.
"Nooooooooooooo, the horror! Now I have mental images Hermione," Ron accused.
"I mean one minute their drinking tea, and the next-"
"Hermione!"
"It's not my fault I enjoy your pain," I said squeezing his arm good- naturedly.
"Granger, the next time you and your pet run through our dungeons, just think about the rest of us," yelled my favorite person in the world. Haha, he ruined my damn day... again.
"It's not like YOU care for the little people, Malfoy," I retorted while Ron pushed passed him. I whispered the password. "Sweet dreams ferret," I said and blew him a kiss. One point for me, I pissed him off again.
After we entered Ron looked straight at me. "I can't believe you flirted with the enemy!"
"There's a difference between flirting and majorly pissing off," I replied. "Plus, it's Malfoy. People don't even use our names in the sentence...except for the teachers, Snape in general."
"I know it's just-"
"Just what?"
"It was just Malfoy," he finished Malfoy.
"Ron, don't worry. I would never-"
"I know it's just-"
"It was Malfoy-"I finished.
He nodded.
I gave him a hug. "Don't worry about it, and goodnight."
Then I turned to leave before we started fighting.
And that was it, my second chappie. Please review my lovely reviewers! I know the story is moving along slow, but I had to introduce an important room and clarify a certain relationship. I won't tell you either one, though, cause I have plans for both of them. Sorry if this chapter wasn't as interesting. Plus, the relationship between Draco and Hermione hasn't started developing yet. Progress will be made though. Half of this was written without a rough draft, because I set a deadline for myself to not disappoint my lovely readers. I also don't want this to be a short fic, so I will try not to make it too short. It won't be that long either, or I will try not to make it that long. I know that Hogwarts doesn't start off on a weekend. I just wanted to try something new.
3rd Chapter Preview: Something happens to Draco that causes the bet to come on in chapter four. Don't expect to see DADA until chapter four. Conversation in a chapter will explain why. Snape is coming people duck and hide. Again I'm sorry for the slowness, but there are some things that need to happen first. Please review!