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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Ron stifled a yawn as he attempted to finish his potions assignment without Hermione's help. She had disappeared, telling him that she would NOT do his homework for him.
Now, nearly 3 hours after she had left, Ron was still struggling to finish his essay, and it was to be handed in the next day, along with a history of magic essay (4 ft) on goblin wars and the significance this had in wizarding history.
Ron also had to practice the incantation for Transfiguration (turning a mouse into a cup) and had to get the pronunciation right for two charms.
Groaning, he closed the potions book he had been scanning and put it back on the shelf. If Hermione didn't turn up soon, he would be getting another detention.
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Hermione moaned slightly.
"Draco I should really get going." Hermione said huskily.
"Yeah, I know. You have to do your homework and blah blah blah! I don't care." Draco murmured.
"No, seriously." Hermione said, pulling away, as she gasped for air.
Draco sighed. "Whatever 'Mione."
Hermione skipped down the secret passage and cautiously crept out.
After checking that the coast was clear, she walked down the corridor, heading towards the library.
She still had to finish her Arithmacy and Runes essays, and it was not going to be a walk in the park.
Once she got to the library, she quickly headed towards the Runes section, being the harder subject.
After several minutes of searching, Hermione found 3 good books on the topic of 'How the Runes were Used in Ancient Magic.'
Feeling very pleased with herself, Hermione quickly grabbed a book on Arithmacy. Hermione had to write a philosophical [A/N: Honestly! A 'philosophical' what kind of teacher sets a task that's 'philosophical!'] essay on how Arithmacy has been a key part of the wizarding world and its development.
She headed towards Madam Pince, who was looking really GRUMPY (Probably someone eating in the library again, Hermione thought), and borrowed her books.
She then headed up to Gryffindor tower, hoping for a little peace and quiet, however knowing the Gryffindors it would probably be way noisy.
Naturally the common room needed a silencing charm placed on the portrait door so the noise level didn't alarm the teacher's. Hermione sighed and headed up the stairs to the girl's dormitory. Before she could get to the staircase, Ron was pulling her over to his desk, where he had his half finished Potions essay.
"Hermione! I really need your help! If you don't help me with this essay I'm gonna FAIL potions. D'you hear me? FAIL!" Ron wailed.
Hermione smirked. "It's about time you learnt how to study effectively. I'll lend you my notes but that's all. Hear me? I'm not going to correct it, I'm not going to write it, and I'm not going to even look at it for sentence structure. You need to learn Ron. As well as Harry. Now I have to go do my Runes essay." Hermione said sternly.
Even though she really despised Ron, deep down, she was still (a little, not much) his friend, even though she often quashed that feeling. Ron maybe an insufferable muggle-loving git, but Hermione still had to act the friend.
Sighing Hermione dug through her bag and pulled out her notes on Potion- brewing in the late 19th century and the significant developments that happened during the time. Ron hugged Hermione and kissed her lightly on the lips.
Hermione was shocked. She quickly ran up the stairs to the girls dormitory, books in hand.
Running a finger over her lips, she went to the bathroom, in hope of washing the ugly feeling off. Kissing Ron was just. . . wrong. Nothing like Draco.
Hermione firmly pushed all thoughts out of her head and began to take notes for her Runes essay that was due on the following Friday.
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Hermione sighed. Each day was now a physical pain. She was torn between wanting to sit with (and on! *wink wink* nah, just kidding) Draco and keeping up the charade with Harry and Ron.
She couldn't wait till the holidays and yet they were still 6 long days of 'school' left (including the week end) and then she was to spend the entire Christmas holidays with Draco!
Hermione sighed again and made herself content with the thoughts of her and Draco having fun at his manor. The only thing that stopped her from sitting with Draco today was the fact that he was sick.
Draco had come down with a mild flu and, naturally, Snape gave him the day off. Hermione grinned to herself. Draco could get away with anything and everything.
It was common knowledge that Snape was a spy, but Hermione was beginning to question his loyalties. Sure Snape seemed 'alright' (author rolls her eyes in disdain. Snape, alright? Not on your life!) but Hermione knew that Snape had especially arranged with Dumbledore (Hermione flamed at the thought of the, as Draco put it, old coot) for Draco to get private rooms.
As well as that, he always seemed to have lots of information, despite the fact he wasn't a high-ranking death eater. Hermione's body shook with rage. That dumb Snape! Doesn't he know that it's bad to lie to both sides?
After calming herself, Hermione returned to thoughts of the ball. Depression slowly sank in as she realized she would be going with *RON*, the pig-headed idiot who always took for granted Hermione's help with homework and her constant supervision of his health and *ahem* sanity.
It took every ounce of self-control for Hermione not to throw Ron a look of disdain. (A/N: Hermione is in a BAD MOOD in case you haven't noticed.)
Finally the bell rang, and Hermione shot off, at top speed to Draco's private rooms. She took the long route, since Harry and Ron would probably wonder if she went straight to the door.
Peering cautiously around, Hermione quickly pressed the combination and stepped into the secret passageway. The tapestry behind her immediately hardened and the secret tunnel closed.
Hermione walked steadily forward, having the uncanny feeling that someone was watching. Just as she reached the fireplace of Draco's rooms, she felt a warm breath on her neck.
" 'Mione. So eager to see little old me?" a voice whispered from the darkness.
Hermione, not wanting to take any chances, whipped out her wand. "Lumos," she whispered.
Her wand let out a fiery light, almost blinding in the darkness. "Who's there?" Hermione called, not too loudly.
"Hermione, I would've thought you would recognize my voice by now." Draco said as he emerged from the shadows.
Hermione let out a sigh of relief and extinguished her wandlight.
"Do you know what a BLUDGER you are?" Hermione said calmly.
Draco chuckled. "Either that's a muggle term or you're going insane." Draco said, before he dipped his tongue into her ear. (A/N: EW EW EW! And did I forget to mention EW! Hmmm. . . I think I shouldn't have asked my friend to write some of this, hey?)
Shuddering, Hermione groped about in the darkness and found Draco's body leaning against the wall.
"It is a muggle term, and I am NOT going insane, thank you very much." Hermione said, pretending to cry.
Draco smirked, invisible in the dark. "Lumos," he muttered. Hermione came into view, a grin plastered across her face. "Cheeky little brat." Draco said.
Hermione frowned. "Fine then. I'll leave if you don't want me here."
"Nox."
The light went out, but still Hermione stomped on. She knew her way around the tunnel better than the palm of her hand (A/N: stupid expression if you ask me. Who really remembers what the palm of their hand looks like?).
Hermione began to press lightly on the bricks in front of her, but before she could complete the sequence, she found her lips crushed against Draco's.
"Who's the cheeky brat now?" Hermione said victoriously.
Draco shrugged, as if it meant nothing to him.
"I've got an idea. If you can't keep your hands off me until the ball, you let me go on a shopping spree with YOUR money, and if I can't, I'll give you a present for Christmas that'll blow you away!" Hermione said cheekily.
Draco smirked. "Deal. I guess that present's mine."
"Not if I can help it." Hermione sneered.
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Hermione sighed. The whole bet with Draco was for her to concentrate on her homework and finish everything. She was so behind on her homework, and if she didn't finish it, she would be doing detention for the whole of next term.
Even after she made the bet, Hermione still longed to feel Draco holding her.
It took every particle of self-control not to look in his direction during meal times, and to look perfectly at ease with Harry and Ron. Of course Hermione had been practicing hiding her emotions and displaying false ones over the holidays, so by now she could do it easily, no sweat.
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Draco grinned as he watched Hermione act perfectly at ease with 'Weasel' and 'Potty.' He had to admit that she was a good actress, and that if it was anybody but him, they would think that she wasn't pining away, not even close.
However, Draco could see by the forced laughter, the smile that didn't reach her eyes (not quite) and the somber expression on her face every time no one was talking to her, that she wasn't happy at distancing herself from him.
Draco was rather flattered that she felt that way, but then again he felt that way himself. Sighing, he looked down at his plate and began to eat.
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Tuesday flew past, and Wednesday followed suit, only to slow down for those moments where Hermione was actually thinking 'straight' (as in NOT THINKING ABOUT HOMEWORK!).
Thursday passed Draco in a blur of memories, and Friday came and went, the only disturbance being Pansy's ugly face and intolerable whining.
Saturday, day of the ball, night of the Christmas feast, and doomed for gloom. . . and Hermione can't wait to show Ron up!
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A/N: MWAHAHAHAHAHA! I am sooooo evil! How can Christmas be doomed for GLOOM? Now, little children (or perhaps big children) if you look closely you will see the button that says go. Click on that button and r/r actually just /r because you've already r/. K, I mean just review because you've already read. There. That makes sense, doesn't it?
(Readers back off, close screen and begin to run) I suppose people can't have everything in life! :P lol
*me draws sword* Very sharp! We'll use that with a swift SWISH! And 'OFF WITH THEIR HEAD!' (Queen of hearts, recently discovered. I'm a split personality. I have my INSANE side, my NORMAL side, my WRITING side, my QUEEN FRANCES side (used recently on Sir Jimmy Toilet), and my QUEEN OF HEARTS side (recently discovered as stated above). So there you have it people!)
Ok. You probably aren't reading this. Oh well, hmmm. . . the writer has MENTAL BLOCK! And the PLOT MONSTER has come. It wrecks the whole plot of the story. Pity really. I had a beautiful Christmas ball planned out and then the PLOT MONSTER came along and ate it. When it came out of its backside, lo and behold! An evil plan of seduction (not really), battle of the wits and snide remarks and a. . . no I can't tell you. Then you'll know what'll happen. Can't have that! Well, wait for the next postings! :P It'll be real good!
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.
THANK YOU TO ALL MY REVIEWESTS! YOU REALLY MAKE MY DAY! lol :P :) k, READ ON!
*~+~* (*~+~* is kindly taken from another story)
Ron stifled a yawn as he attempted to finish his potions assignment without Hermione's help. She had disappeared, telling him that she would NOT do his homework for him.
Now, nearly 3 hours after she had left, Ron was still struggling to finish his essay, and it was to be handed in the next day, along with a history of magic essay (4 ft) on goblin wars and the significance this had in wizarding history.
Ron also had to practice the incantation for Transfiguration (turning a mouse into a cup) and had to get the pronunciation right for two charms.
Groaning, he closed the potions book he had been scanning and put it back on the shelf. If Hermione didn't turn up soon, he would be getting another detention.
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Hermione moaned slightly.
"Draco I should really get going." Hermione said huskily.
"Yeah, I know. You have to do your homework and blah blah blah! I don't care." Draco murmured.
"No, seriously." Hermione said, pulling away, as she gasped for air.
Draco sighed. "Whatever 'Mione."
Hermione skipped down the secret passage and cautiously crept out.
After checking that the coast was clear, she walked down the corridor, heading towards the library.
She still had to finish her Arithmacy and Runes essays, and it was not going to be a walk in the park.
Once she got to the library, she quickly headed towards the Runes section, being the harder subject.
After several minutes of searching, Hermione found 3 good books on the topic of 'How the Runes were Used in Ancient Magic.'
Feeling very pleased with herself, Hermione quickly grabbed a book on Arithmacy. Hermione had to write a philosophical [A/N: Honestly! A 'philosophical' what kind of teacher sets a task that's 'philosophical!'] essay on how Arithmacy has been a key part of the wizarding world and its development.
She headed towards Madam Pince, who was looking really GRUMPY (Probably someone eating in the library again, Hermione thought), and borrowed her books.
She then headed up to Gryffindor tower, hoping for a little peace and quiet, however knowing the Gryffindors it would probably be way noisy.
Naturally the common room needed a silencing charm placed on the portrait door so the noise level didn't alarm the teacher's. Hermione sighed and headed up the stairs to the girl's dormitory. Before she could get to the staircase, Ron was pulling her over to his desk, where he had his half finished Potions essay.
"Hermione! I really need your help! If you don't help me with this essay I'm gonna FAIL potions. D'you hear me? FAIL!" Ron wailed.
Hermione smirked. "It's about time you learnt how to study effectively. I'll lend you my notes but that's all. Hear me? I'm not going to correct it, I'm not going to write it, and I'm not going to even look at it for sentence structure. You need to learn Ron. As well as Harry. Now I have to go do my Runes essay." Hermione said sternly.
Even though she really despised Ron, deep down, she was still (a little, not much) his friend, even though she often quashed that feeling. Ron maybe an insufferable muggle-loving git, but Hermione still had to act the friend.
Sighing Hermione dug through her bag and pulled out her notes on Potion- brewing in the late 19th century and the significant developments that happened during the time. Ron hugged Hermione and kissed her lightly on the lips.
Hermione was shocked. She quickly ran up the stairs to the girls dormitory, books in hand.
Running a finger over her lips, she went to the bathroom, in hope of washing the ugly feeling off. Kissing Ron was just. . . wrong. Nothing like Draco.
Hermione firmly pushed all thoughts out of her head and began to take notes for her Runes essay that was due on the following Friday.
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Hermione sighed. Each day was now a physical pain. She was torn between wanting to sit with (and on! *wink wink* nah, just kidding) Draco and keeping up the charade with Harry and Ron.
She couldn't wait till the holidays and yet they were still 6 long days of 'school' left (including the week end) and then she was to spend the entire Christmas holidays with Draco!
Hermione sighed again and made herself content with the thoughts of her and Draco having fun at his manor. The only thing that stopped her from sitting with Draco today was the fact that he was sick.
Draco had come down with a mild flu and, naturally, Snape gave him the day off. Hermione grinned to herself. Draco could get away with anything and everything.
It was common knowledge that Snape was a spy, but Hermione was beginning to question his loyalties. Sure Snape seemed 'alright' (author rolls her eyes in disdain. Snape, alright? Not on your life!) but Hermione knew that Snape had especially arranged with Dumbledore (Hermione flamed at the thought of the, as Draco put it, old coot) for Draco to get private rooms.
As well as that, he always seemed to have lots of information, despite the fact he wasn't a high-ranking death eater. Hermione's body shook with rage. That dumb Snape! Doesn't he know that it's bad to lie to both sides?
After calming herself, Hermione returned to thoughts of the ball. Depression slowly sank in as she realized she would be going with *RON*, the pig-headed idiot who always took for granted Hermione's help with homework and her constant supervision of his health and *ahem* sanity.
It took every ounce of self-control for Hermione not to throw Ron a look of disdain. (A/N: Hermione is in a BAD MOOD in case you haven't noticed.)
Finally the bell rang, and Hermione shot off, at top speed to Draco's private rooms. She took the long route, since Harry and Ron would probably wonder if she went straight to the door.
Peering cautiously around, Hermione quickly pressed the combination and stepped into the secret passageway. The tapestry behind her immediately hardened and the secret tunnel closed.
Hermione walked steadily forward, having the uncanny feeling that someone was watching. Just as she reached the fireplace of Draco's rooms, she felt a warm breath on her neck.
" 'Mione. So eager to see little old me?" a voice whispered from the darkness.
Hermione, not wanting to take any chances, whipped out her wand. "Lumos," she whispered.
Her wand let out a fiery light, almost blinding in the darkness. "Who's there?" Hermione called, not too loudly.
"Hermione, I would've thought you would recognize my voice by now." Draco said as he emerged from the shadows.
Hermione let out a sigh of relief and extinguished her wandlight.
"Do you know what a BLUDGER you are?" Hermione said calmly.
Draco chuckled. "Either that's a muggle term or you're going insane." Draco said, before he dipped his tongue into her ear. (A/N: EW EW EW! And did I forget to mention EW! Hmmm. . . I think I shouldn't have asked my friend to write some of this, hey?)
Shuddering, Hermione groped about in the darkness and found Draco's body leaning against the wall.
"It is a muggle term, and I am NOT going insane, thank you very much." Hermione said, pretending to cry.
Draco smirked, invisible in the dark. "Lumos," he muttered. Hermione came into view, a grin plastered across her face. "Cheeky little brat." Draco said.
Hermione frowned. "Fine then. I'll leave if you don't want me here."
"Nox."
The light went out, but still Hermione stomped on. She knew her way around the tunnel better than the palm of her hand (A/N: stupid expression if you ask me. Who really remembers what the palm of their hand looks like?).
Hermione began to press lightly on the bricks in front of her, but before she could complete the sequence, she found her lips crushed against Draco's.
"Who's the cheeky brat now?" Hermione said victoriously.
Draco shrugged, as if it meant nothing to him.
"I've got an idea. If you can't keep your hands off me until the ball, you let me go on a shopping spree with YOUR money, and if I can't, I'll give you a present for Christmas that'll blow you away!" Hermione said cheekily.
Draco smirked. "Deal. I guess that present's mine."
"Not if I can help it." Hermione sneered.
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Hermione sighed. The whole bet with Draco was for her to concentrate on her homework and finish everything. She was so behind on her homework, and if she didn't finish it, she would be doing detention for the whole of next term.
Even after she made the bet, Hermione still longed to feel Draco holding her.
It took every particle of self-control not to look in his direction during meal times, and to look perfectly at ease with Harry and Ron. Of course Hermione had been practicing hiding her emotions and displaying false ones over the holidays, so by now she could do it easily, no sweat.
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Draco grinned as he watched Hermione act perfectly at ease with 'Weasel' and 'Potty.' He had to admit that she was a good actress, and that if it was anybody but him, they would think that she wasn't pining away, not even close.
However, Draco could see by the forced laughter, the smile that didn't reach her eyes (not quite) and the somber expression on her face every time no one was talking to her, that she wasn't happy at distancing herself from him.
Draco was rather flattered that she felt that way, but then again he felt that way himself. Sighing, he looked down at his plate and began to eat.
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Tuesday flew past, and Wednesday followed suit, only to slow down for those moments where Hermione was actually thinking 'straight' (as in NOT THINKING ABOUT HOMEWORK!).
Thursday passed Draco in a blur of memories, and Friday came and went, the only disturbance being Pansy's ugly face and intolerable whining.
Saturday, day of the ball, night of the Christmas feast, and doomed for gloom. . . and Hermione can't wait to show Ron up!
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A/N: MWAHAHAHAHAHA! I am sooooo evil! How can Christmas be doomed for GLOOM? Now, little children (or perhaps big children) if you look closely you will see the button that says go. Click on that button and r/r actually just /r because you've already r/. K, I mean just review because you've already read. There. That makes sense, doesn't it?
(Readers back off, close screen and begin to run) I suppose people can't have everything in life! :P lol
*me draws sword* Very sharp! We'll use that with a swift SWISH! And 'OFF WITH THEIR HEAD!' (Queen of hearts, recently discovered. I'm a split personality. I have my INSANE side, my NORMAL side, my WRITING side, my QUEEN FRANCES side (used recently on Sir Jimmy Toilet), and my QUEEN OF HEARTS side (recently discovered as stated above). So there you have it people!)
Ok. You probably aren't reading this. Oh well, hmmm. . . the writer has MENTAL BLOCK! And the PLOT MONSTER has come. It wrecks the whole plot of the story. Pity really. I had a beautiful Christmas ball planned out and then the PLOT MONSTER came along and ate it. When it came out of its backside, lo and behold! An evil plan of seduction (not really), battle of the wits and snide remarks and a. . . no I can't tell you. Then you'll know what'll happen. Can't have that! Well, wait for the next postings! :P It'll be real good!
sLy7h3r1n H3@rT
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