A/N: DO NOT OWN ANYTHING IN THE WONDERFUL WORLD OF HARRY POTTER AND REALLY
WISHED I DID BUT I DON'T.
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Hermione sighed inwardly. Why did she have to sit with the GRYFFINDORS? Not like she minded, but sitting with Gryffindors meant sitting with Harry and Ron and she did not want that.
Hermione sighed again and started to eat her chicken, looking dainty and prim while she did it. Parvati tried to copy Hermione, but failed. She frowned as she ate. Hermione looked elegant even when she was eating. What was the world coming to?
Hermione put her fork down. She had eaten enough, even though she hadn't even eaten half of her food. Putting her fork and knife down onto her plate, she watched as the food disappeared and the plate became sparkling clean once more.
Hermione looked longingly over at the Slytherin table where Draco was talking to Blaise, and trying to avoid Pansy, who was at his elbow.
Hermione smirked and watched as Draco looked over at her. She smiled and he winked at her. Her heart melted but just as quickly as it had come, it left. Hermione turned to Harry and Ron and pretended to be absorbed in conversation.
After everyone had finished eating, Dumbledore stood up. "Will the prefects please lead the 1st years up to their dorms. That is all. Dismissed."
Hermione looked at Dumbledore with dislike. It wasn't much, but Draco could already see the dark shining out of her.
Smirking, he waited at the gargoyle where he had agreed to meet Hermione. Draco didn't wait long before a breathless Hermione came racing up to him.
"Draco! It's horrible sitting with those. . . those. . ." Hermione couldn't place her finger on the word she searched for.
"Bastards?" Draco smirked. "Muggle lovers?" Hermione fell into Draco's arms.
"Yes. They are bastards, muggle lovers, disgusting." Hermione looked up at Draco. "Nothing like you."
Draco raised an eyebrow and laughed. "Well, you can't expect everyone to be a Malfoy. After all, us Malfoy's don't approve of having more than one child. Unless it's a girl, because then you must produce a boy."
Hermione detangled herself from Draco, her eyes shining. "Well, the plan is working. They don't suspect a thing. I better go now, otherwise they'll think I'm up to something."
Hermione quickly waved goodbye to Draco and hurried off. Draco smirked. Hermione would be a great death eater.
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Hermione reached the group just as they had got to the portrait hole.
Harry grinned at her. "And where were you?"
Hermione shot him a glare. "I was talking to Professor McGonagall about classes." Hermione lied.
Ron sniggered. "Yeah right."
Hermione glared at the both of them and stepped through the portrait hole, closing it behind her.
Harry tried to protest and waited for the fat lady to move when he realized he didn't know the password.
"Um, Ron do you know the password?" Harry asked.
Ron shook his head numbly. "Wasn't told." Ron groaned and sat down.
Harry followed suit and they waited for someone to come and open the portrait door for them.
After about ten minutes, Hermione finally opened the door, grinning mischievously.
"Why Harry! Ron! What are you doing? Sitting out here in the cold corridor! You could catch a cold!" Hermione said, feigning concern.
"HERMIONE! WHAT DID YOU KEEP US OUT FOR?" Ron bellowed.
"Ron, Ron, Ron. You shouldn't shout. It could get you in trouble!" Hermione tutted, shaking her head at the same time.
At that moment, Snape came sweeping down the corridor. Hermione quickly whisked inside before Snape saw her.
"Potter! Weasley! What are you doing out of bed at this hour?" he said softly.
"Well you see Professor, Hermione closed the portrait behind her and we didn't know the password so we waited out here." Harry began but Snape cut him off.
"Potter! What an unlikely story! Miss. Granger wouldn't try such a thing, in fact here she comes now!" Snape said furiously.
Hermione had stepped out, in her robes. "Harry! Ron! What are you doing outside?" Hermione gasped, acting perfectly surprised.
"Well, gentlemen. I think detention for lying about a fellow student and lying to a professor. Monday evening 7 o'clock sharp, my classroom. Now off to bed." Snape then swept off, his robes billowing out behind him.
Harry turned on Hermione. "What are you trying to achieve?" he asked, his face contorted in fury and annoyance.
Hermione smiled sweetly. "Now, now Harry. That was payback for what Ron did to me on the train. You just happened to be a bystander who got caught in the cross-fire!" Hermione giggled.
Ron's face (which was already bright red from anger) turned purple and just before he exploded Hermione shook her head.
"You can blow off at me, but I'll just go through the portrait and you won't be able to get in, again, or you can save yourself the energy and come back in with me. Now choose."
Harry glared at Ron menacingly, and Ron finally gave in. "Fine!" he spat.
Hermione smiled sweetly and stepped through the door to the Gryffindor common room.
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Hermione sighed. Why did the teachers always ask so many stupid questions? Before, Hermione would've been the first with her hand up, but now she couldn't care less. The teachers were surprised but very much relieved. They really hated having a student that always knew everything. Teachers are, after all, humans too.
If the Gryffindors had classes with Slytherins Hermione would always sit in the half where Slytherins sat. Harry and Ron couldn't explain this, but they always shook it off, thinking that Hermione was still mad at them from the train ride there.
Hermione loved it when Harry and Ron left her with the Slytherins during those classes, because it meant she could talk with Draco when they weren't looking.
This so happened to be a class like that (Potions) and Hermione was sitting next to Draco.
" 'Mione, if you want we can jig next class and go and find somewhere to talk." Draco purred seductively into Hermione's ear. She kicked him from under the desk and smiled at him.
"Of course. I mean Harry and Ron have divination next so they won't realize I'm gone. I'll meet you in the Room of Requirement." Hermione whispered back, her eyes on the teacher and Harry and Ron.
She quickly snapped to attention, like nothing had been happening and answered Snape's question.
"The bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and can save you from most poisons." Hermione rattled, as if she was a walking encyclopedia.
Snape sneered. He had hoped to catch the girl off guard. Why was the brat talking to Malfoy? She'd better be watched. However it was probably to tell him to piss off.
Shaking his head, he dismissed the class and sat down. What a crummy first day! And he still had 1st years Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, 7th years Gryffindors and Slytherins and 4th year Huffelpuff and Ravenclaw *and* 3rd year Gryffindors and Slytherins.
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Hermione shot her hand into the air. Professor Vector looked up at Hermione in surprise.
"Yes, Miss Granger?"
"Um, please Professor, I'm not feeling well. May I please go to the Hospital wing?" Hermione said, as she swallowed one of Fred and George's skiving snackboxes.
Professor Vector watched the girl in surprise. "Why of course, Miss Granger. Please take your things with you."
Hermione nodded her head and raced out of class. She quickly swallowed the other end of the snackbox and headed off to the seventh floor.
She arrived at the Room of Requirement several moments after Draco. He had already opened it, and she stepped inside.
She spotted him sprawled across a sofa, waiting for her to come in.
"Draco!" Hermione cried, dropping her bag at the doorway and flinging herself across the room onto the sofa.
Draco smirked. "You don't have to be that excited to see me."
Hermione imitated Draco's smirk and replied, "Well, you would be if you had to spend 10 agonizing minutes with Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws and lots of Gryffindors!"
Draco grinned wickedly. "I have a letter for you from that owl over there. It seems to have known you'd be here."
Hermione edged closer to Draco and opened the letter. She smiled as she read.
The letter said:
Dear Hermione, I hope you're having a good time at Hogwarts. Well I think you know that you have nowhere to stay during Christmas Holidays except for Hogwarts, so I thought you might want to stay with us. The only thing is, we are really busy at the moment, so we're staying at Malfoy Manor just as a matter of convenience. I'm sure you'll enjoy staying a Malfoy Manor, after all I hear you've made friends with Draco, Lucius' son. Well, I look forward to seeing my girl during the holidays.
Love,
Morgana/mum
Hermione squealed in excitement. "Draco! I'm going to your place to stay over Christmas!"
Draco smirked. "Now isn't that fantastic. . ." he trailed off, waiting for Hermione to start the conversation.
"Now, back to business. Oh, by the way, you don't suppose your father would disapprove would he?" Hermione asked, worried.
"Of course not 'Mione." Draco said.
Hermione visibly sighed with relief. "Um. . . hmmm anyway Potty and Weasel are completely buying the lies I give them. Like I'm sitting with Slytherins because I'm still mad at them, and that whenever I'm nasty to them, it's because I'm PMSing. Honestly, you can't PMS every day!"
Draco smirked. This girl was going to be an excellent death eater.
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A/N: Ok, I'm just making them friends first. :P Now don't all go to sleep -_- you have to review! :P K, otherwise I'm gonna be real mad! :P K, that's all.
~sLy7h3r1n H3@rT~
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Reviews: I do not care what kind of reviews you give, any is fine. Compliments, flames, tips, ideas, anything.
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Hermione sighed inwardly. Why did she have to sit with the GRYFFINDORS? Not like she minded, but sitting with Gryffindors meant sitting with Harry and Ron and she did not want that.
Hermione sighed again and started to eat her chicken, looking dainty and prim while she did it. Parvati tried to copy Hermione, but failed. She frowned as she ate. Hermione looked elegant even when she was eating. What was the world coming to?
Hermione put her fork down. She had eaten enough, even though she hadn't even eaten half of her food. Putting her fork and knife down onto her plate, she watched as the food disappeared and the plate became sparkling clean once more.
Hermione looked longingly over at the Slytherin table where Draco was talking to Blaise, and trying to avoid Pansy, who was at his elbow.
Hermione smirked and watched as Draco looked over at her. She smiled and he winked at her. Her heart melted but just as quickly as it had come, it left. Hermione turned to Harry and Ron and pretended to be absorbed in conversation.
After everyone had finished eating, Dumbledore stood up. "Will the prefects please lead the 1st years up to their dorms. That is all. Dismissed."
Hermione looked at Dumbledore with dislike. It wasn't much, but Draco could already see the dark shining out of her.
Smirking, he waited at the gargoyle where he had agreed to meet Hermione. Draco didn't wait long before a breathless Hermione came racing up to him.
"Draco! It's horrible sitting with those. . . those. . ." Hermione couldn't place her finger on the word she searched for.
"Bastards?" Draco smirked. "Muggle lovers?" Hermione fell into Draco's arms.
"Yes. They are bastards, muggle lovers, disgusting." Hermione looked up at Draco. "Nothing like you."
Draco raised an eyebrow and laughed. "Well, you can't expect everyone to be a Malfoy. After all, us Malfoy's don't approve of having more than one child. Unless it's a girl, because then you must produce a boy."
Hermione detangled herself from Draco, her eyes shining. "Well, the plan is working. They don't suspect a thing. I better go now, otherwise they'll think I'm up to something."
Hermione quickly waved goodbye to Draco and hurried off. Draco smirked. Hermione would be a great death eater.
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Hermione reached the group just as they had got to the portrait hole.
Harry grinned at her. "And where were you?"
Hermione shot him a glare. "I was talking to Professor McGonagall about classes." Hermione lied.
Ron sniggered. "Yeah right."
Hermione glared at the both of them and stepped through the portrait hole, closing it behind her.
Harry tried to protest and waited for the fat lady to move when he realized he didn't know the password.
"Um, Ron do you know the password?" Harry asked.
Ron shook his head numbly. "Wasn't told." Ron groaned and sat down.
Harry followed suit and they waited for someone to come and open the portrait door for them.
After about ten minutes, Hermione finally opened the door, grinning mischievously.
"Why Harry! Ron! What are you doing? Sitting out here in the cold corridor! You could catch a cold!" Hermione said, feigning concern.
"HERMIONE! WHAT DID YOU KEEP US OUT FOR?" Ron bellowed.
"Ron, Ron, Ron. You shouldn't shout. It could get you in trouble!" Hermione tutted, shaking her head at the same time.
At that moment, Snape came sweeping down the corridor. Hermione quickly whisked inside before Snape saw her.
"Potter! Weasley! What are you doing out of bed at this hour?" he said softly.
"Well you see Professor, Hermione closed the portrait behind her and we didn't know the password so we waited out here." Harry began but Snape cut him off.
"Potter! What an unlikely story! Miss. Granger wouldn't try such a thing, in fact here she comes now!" Snape said furiously.
Hermione had stepped out, in her robes. "Harry! Ron! What are you doing outside?" Hermione gasped, acting perfectly surprised.
"Well, gentlemen. I think detention for lying about a fellow student and lying to a professor. Monday evening 7 o'clock sharp, my classroom. Now off to bed." Snape then swept off, his robes billowing out behind him.
Harry turned on Hermione. "What are you trying to achieve?" he asked, his face contorted in fury and annoyance.
Hermione smiled sweetly. "Now, now Harry. That was payback for what Ron did to me on the train. You just happened to be a bystander who got caught in the cross-fire!" Hermione giggled.
Ron's face (which was already bright red from anger) turned purple and just before he exploded Hermione shook her head.
"You can blow off at me, but I'll just go through the portrait and you won't be able to get in, again, or you can save yourself the energy and come back in with me. Now choose."
Harry glared at Ron menacingly, and Ron finally gave in. "Fine!" he spat.
Hermione smiled sweetly and stepped through the door to the Gryffindor common room.
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Hermione sighed. Why did the teachers always ask so many stupid questions? Before, Hermione would've been the first with her hand up, but now she couldn't care less. The teachers were surprised but very much relieved. They really hated having a student that always knew everything. Teachers are, after all, humans too.
If the Gryffindors had classes with Slytherins Hermione would always sit in the half where Slytherins sat. Harry and Ron couldn't explain this, but they always shook it off, thinking that Hermione was still mad at them from the train ride there.
Hermione loved it when Harry and Ron left her with the Slytherins during those classes, because it meant she could talk with Draco when they weren't looking.
This so happened to be a class like that (Potions) and Hermione was sitting next to Draco.
" 'Mione, if you want we can jig next class and go and find somewhere to talk." Draco purred seductively into Hermione's ear. She kicked him from under the desk and smiled at him.
"Of course. I mean Harry and Ron have divination next so they won't realize I'm gone. I'll meet you in the Room of Requirement." Hermione whispered back, her eyes on the teacher and Harry and Ron.
She quickly snapped to attention, like nothing had been happening and answered Snape's question.
"The bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and can save you from most poisons." Hermione rattled, as if she was a walking encyclopedia.
Snape sneered. He had hoped to catch the girl off guard. Why was the brat talking to Malfoy? She'd better be watched. However it was probably to tell him to piss off.
Shaking his head, he dismissed the class and sat down. What a crummy first day! And he still had 1st years Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, 7th years Gryffindors and Slytherins and 4th year Huffelpuff and Ravenclaw *and* 3rd year Gryffindors and Slytherins.
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Hermione shot her hand into the air. Professor Vector looked up at Hermione in surprise.
"Yes, Miss Granger?"
"Um, please Professor, I'm not feeling well. May I please go to the Hospital wing?" Hermione said, as she swallowed one of Fred and George's skiving snackboxes.
Professor Vector watched the girl in surprise. "Why of course, Miss Granger. Please take your things with you."
Hermione nodded her head and raced out of class. She quickly swallowed the other end of the snackbox and headed off to the seventh floor.
She arrived at the Room of Requirement several moments after Draco. He had already opened it, and she stepped inside.
She spotted him sprawled across a sofa, waiting for her to come in.
"Draco!" Hermione cried, dropping her bag at the doorway and flinging herself across the room onto the sofa.
Draco smirked. "You don't have to be that excited to see me."
Hermione imitated Draco's smirk and replied, "Well, you would be if you had to spend 10 agonizing minutes with Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws and lots of Gryffindors!"
Draco grinned wickedly. "I have a letter for you from that owl over there. It seems to have known you'd be here."
Hermione edged closer to Draco and opened the letter. She smiled as she read.
The letter said:
Dear Hermione, I hope you're having a good time at Hogwarts. Well I think you know that you have nowhere to stay during Christmas Holidays except for Hogwarts, so I thought you might want to stay with us. The only thing is, we are really busy at the moment, so we're staying at Malfoy Manor just as a matter of convenience. I'm sure you'll enjoy staying a Malfoy Manor, after all I hear you've made friends with Draco, Lucius' son. Well, I look forward to seeing my girl during the holidays.
Love,
Morgana/mum
Hermione squealed in excitement. "Draco! I'm going to your place to stay over Christmas!"
Draco smirked. "Now isn't that fantastic. . ." he trailed off, waiting for Hermione to start the conversation.
"Now, back to business. Oh, by the way, you don't suppose your father would disapprove would he?" Hermione asked, worried.
"Of course not 'Mione." Draco said.
Hermione visibly sighed with relief. "Um. . . hmmm anyway Potty and Weasel are completely buying the lies I give them. Like I'm sitting with Slytherins because I'm still mad at them, and that whenever I'm nasty to them, it's because I'm PMSing. Honestly, you can't PMS every day!"
Draco smirked. This girl was going to be an excellent death eater.
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A/N: Ok, I'm just making them friends first. :P Now don't all go to sleep -_- you have to review! :P K, otherwise I'm gonna be real mad! :P K, that's all.
~sLy7h3r1n H3@rT~
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