OMG, I'm sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo sorry it took MONTHS to update! Funny story, but not really. My family was visiting, and my brother(the psycho he is) "accidentally" broke my computer. LITERALLY broke it. The monitor, the modem, everything. It sucked. So I worked all summer, and I finally have a new one! Yay! Update time!
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Hermione woke suddenly, sitting up, drenched in cold sweat. "It's just a dream." She told herself, and fell back into an uneasy sleep, not to remember any part of her dream in the morning.
Chapter 4: Notes & Whatnot
The morning dawned brightly, and it was the sun falling across her that woke Hermione up. She yawned, stretching luxuriously, and said to herself as her eyes swept the room, "I could get used to this."
"I'm taking it you like your room, then." Hermione gave a startled yell and turned to the door in the corner of her room to see Draco. With only a towel wrapped around his waist.
Grabbing a pillow to shield her eyes, Hermione asked fervently, though somewhat muffled, "Why are you in my room, Malfoy! Go away!"
To that came a reply of, "What? We had hot, crazy sex last night, don't you remember?" Hermione dropped the pillow in shock and gasped, "What!"
The corner of Draco's lips twitched, and he actually smiled, "I'm just joking, Granger. I heard you talking to yourself, and wondered if I could finally have you sent to St. Mungo's."
Hermione, half relieved, half pissed, and not knowing for sure what to say, opted with, "Just get out of my room, you fucking ferret!"
Draco made a tsking noise and said, "Such refined language, Granger. Better watch that." Before Hermione could say anything, he stepped back into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
Hermione felt oddly incensed, and threw her pillow across the room to relieve some of her tenseness. She then hopped out of bed, going over to her large wardrobe, and basically throwing open the doors.
She looked at her robes. Black black black. Hermione sighed as she took a robe off a hanger and stared at it, then she took out her wand, With a small flick, her robes turned bright green, then took off one of the white shirts and with a flick, it was black and low-cut, then with a last wave of he wand, she created a sparkly silver sash to tie around middle.
She looked at herself in the mirror after putting them on, a little unsatisfied, and just shrugged, grabbed her books, and walked out into the common room.
It was still early, so Hermione flopped down on one of the couches and took out her wand and put on some quick makeup. Her end result was shimmering silver eye shadow and green eye liner which matched her robes nicely.
When she was done, she just relaxed back into the couch. A couple minutes later she heard a door open, and, knowing it was Draco, didn't even look.
Then she heard him singing, apparently he didn't know she was in the room, as she listened she recognized part of a song she knew, "...Come what may, come what may, I will love you, until my dying day!"
She decided to surprise him, and jumped up to sing the duet part, "Suddenly the world seems such a perfect plaaaaaace!" She held the last note long and dramatically, relishing in the shock and embarrassment on Draco's face.
She stopped suddenly, walked over to where he was standing, and said tauntingly, "Loverly voice you have, Drakie Poo" And pinched his cheeks, jokingly, "Never knew you liked silly love songs."
He seemed to suddenly find his voice when he slapped her hands away and said, "Well, Granger, since when do you know everything about me? Since when do you know anything about me?"
Hermione sighed, "Whatever, Malfoy." She began to turn around, stopped, then turned back around to face him, "You just need to stop acting like a little bitch. It's annoying." Malfoy rolled his eyes,
"Mudblood, please, there's only one bitch here and it's not me." Hermione's face darkened, "Well-" She began when suddenly her eyes went wide, she clutched at her left forearm and fell onto the floor. "OW!" She gasped. Draco worriedly ran over to her, "What's is it, Granger? What's wrong?"
"It's my arm!" She began, then stopped. She looked at Draco. "My arm, it was, like, on fire...but it just stopped." Draco stood up, and said, "Er, maybe you should go to the hospital wing?"
"Nah." Answered Hermione, standing up. "I think I'm good." Draco, after giving Hermione an evaluating look, headed toward the portrait. "Well, some people have things to do. See ya later, mudblood!"
Hermione laughed, and called sweetly after Draco's retreating form, "Thank you! Go fuck your mother for me!" Before the portrait slammed shut, Hermione could hear Draco's laughter echoing back and couldn't help but smile.
Hermione checked herself in the mirror once more before heading to the Great Hall. She walked directly over to the Gryffindor table and plopped down in front of Harry and Ron. "Hey boys." "Hey." They said in unison.
Ron gave Hermione a once-over, and asked, "Hermione, is there any reason you're all decked out in the Slytherin colors?" Hermione smiled, "Oh, it's just a tribute to them since me and Draco had hot, crazy sex last night."
Harry immediately spewed his pumpkin juice all over the table as Ron sat there staring, slack-jawed with a piece of egg dangling unattractively from his mouth.
Hermione gave them one look and busted out laughing and was just spurred on when Harry screamed, "YOU WHAT?" Hermione was clutching her side and, for once, saw exactly why Draco had made that joke that morning. It was hilarious.
She finally stopped as Harry looked at her confused and angry and Ron still had the egg dangling from his open mouth. She suppressed a giggle when she looked at Ron, and said, "That had to be the best joke ever."
Harry, relieved, said, "My God, Hermione. That's not something you joke about!" Ron looked like he was shaking horrible images from his mind, and just looked at Hermione menacingly. "Not funny."
Hermione just smiled, and chanced a glance toward Draco. He was looking over her way, and gave her a knowing wink. Hermione raised an eyebrow and looked back to her friends. "Ok, maybe we didn't have sex, but ferret-boy just winked at me. Ew."
Ron looked at Hermione funnily, "Are you sure you guys didn't-" But Hermione cut him off, "Ron! Of course we didn't! Do you really think I'd do that?" Ron still looked unsure, which made Hermione madder, "Fuck you, Weasley!"
Ron turned red, "Sorry, Hermione. It's just...you've just...And he winked at you! What's that supposed to mean! He wants to shag you, Hermione. And so do I." The second the words left his mouth, Ron's eyes went round, and he started stuttering, "I-I I didn't say that."
Harry, who looked amused, said, "Actually, Ron, yeah, you did." Hermione was trying not to laugh again. Ron was just too much.
He kept on spluttering out words, "Actually, no, I'd never want to...you. Malfoy, he just blinked. I-I, didn't say 'shag' I said...fag. No, no, wag. NO, it was bag, definitely bag. He wants to bag you. And so do I. Like. Put you in a bag. But nicely, and I-"
Hermione, sides hurting severely from holding in her laughter, finally said, "Ron. Stop. Just stop." He went silent, and Harry had a huge grin plastered on his face, obviously finding this highly entertaining.
Hermione, deciding to relieve Ron of his mortification, said, "Ron, I know you were just kidding when you said that. Don't worry about it!" Ron suddenly stopped looking so red, and said, "Er, yeah, glad that you got it. That joke there. The one I just told-"
"Ron, it's best to not say anything else right now." Cut in Harry. Ron just smiled. A couple minutes later they were heading to their first class of the day. Ron, for the millionth time, complained, "Why is it that we always have potions with Slytherin? Doesn't seem fair, does it?"
Harry replied, "Think of it as a building up of moral fiber." Hermione, "Nah, I think I'm just going to think of it as what it truly is; torture forced upon us by our teachers who all have a good laugh while setting up the schedules-" "Torture? We're not that bad, are we Granger?"
The Golden Trio spun around to face Draco and a group of Slytherins. Hermione looked Draco up and down, and replied, her voice lowered seductively "Oh, no, you sexy ferret, you. Torture is a VERY good thing."
Hermione stepped closer to Draco, rubbing a hand over his chest. "I could show you what I mean later." Her hand wandered lower.
Draco whole body stiffened as he was being drawn in by Hermione's advances, "Don't worry, Draco." She basically purred out his name, "I don't bite. Hard. Unless you want me to." She finished in barely above a whisper.
She then gave him a wink, and turned off and went into the classroom with Harry and Ron in tow, leaving Draco standing awkwardly outside, Blaise nudged Draco in the ribs, "God damn, Draco! You just let her get away with that! What's wrong with you?"
Malfoy, who was still staring at the spot Hermione just was, turned angrily toward Blaise, "Did you did you know see how...disabling that was?" "Draco, you get hit on by girls all the time! You should really be able to brush them off at will, especially Granger!" Draco sighed violently and walked toward the classroom entrance.
Harry and Ron stood on either side of Hermione, glaring at her while she was taking out her potions ingredients, pretending she didn't notice, when Harry finally spoke, "Hermione, what do you think you're doing? Malfoy is dangerous. If not him, then the rest of Slytherin is! I mean-"
He couldn't quite put his thoughts into words, and called on Ron for help, "Ron!" Ron was staring at Hermione, opening and closing his mouth several times before he actually spoke, "Are you sure you didn't shag him last night?"
Hermione stood up, yelled, "Ron!" and slapped him across the face just as the Slytherins were entering. Laughter erupted amongst them, but was quickly silenced by a stern glance from Hermione.
Ron was holding his face, and immediately said, "Hermione, I'm sorry, but you have to admit, you've changed. Sure, I like it, and yes, I agree that was a great way to disable Malfoy, or any guy for that matter, but Harry's right. Slytherin's can't be trusted. No matter how much Dumbledore trusts them. I'm just concerned about your safety."
He offered an apologetic smile, and Hermione smiled back, and gave him a hug, which Ron returned eagerly. Harry smiled knowingly at the pair. They sat down, Ron giving Hermione sidelong glances when the door burst open and in walked Snape, having retaken his spot as potion's master.
He walked briskly to the front of the room and assumed his place behind his desk, glaring down any one who dared to stare at him.
He began speaking in his smooth voice, "I'm sure you all know me by now, but, for the less intelligent among you. Yes, there are quite a few, my name is Professor Snape. Obviously I've returned to my post as potions master of this school, whether you all like it or not. Now-"
He flicked his wand at the board, where a directions immediately appeared, "To see if any of you've bothered to even open your potion books all summer, make me this Rev. Of P. Potion. Just do as the directions say, once done, bottle up a sample, and bring it to me."
Snape finished and stood in silence as the class all stayed where they were to see if he was truly done, "Well, what are you waiting for! Get to it!" he snapped. There was a general rustle and bustle as all the students headed toward the ingredients store cupboards.
Hermione, Ron, and Harry returned to their table with all the ingredients written on the board and began immediately. Hermione was working at a considerably faster pace, and within 15 minutes, was done with her potion, which was shimmering the exact shade of emerald that the directions said it should be.
She was giving it a last stir when Snape came up behind her. She didn't even dare to look at him, or fish for compliments, but he surprised by saying, "Excellent work, Granger." But it was barely above a whisper, and as he walked off, she looked around quickly to see if anyone else heard.
They hadn't. So she bottled up a sample of her potion, and brought it up to the potions master, who was now sitting behind his desk. After glancing around the class, he took the potion from her and gave her a pleasant smile. She smiled unsurely back and returned to her seat.
Hermione looked at her two friends to see if they saw the strangely kind behavior Snape had just showed. As usual, they hadn't noticed a thing, so she just shrugged and sat down. Then she noticed a folded piece of paper that recognized as a note. She picked it up and, after a quick look around, she unfolded it.
"Hermione,
You look ravishing today. I mean this in the most respectful way; I wanna hit that. Your sexy body makes me go 'bump bump bump' . I want to be on you, if you know what I mean. I just thought I'd let you know.
From,
Alias 'Mr. Lova Lova'
P.S. Your ass is absolutely breathtaking. I mean, seriously, I wanna be friends with that thing. Wow.
P.P.S. J/P about this whole letter. I'm not that tactless and undignified. Usually.
P.P.P.S. But, honestly, it's all true.
P.P.P.P.S If I ever tell you I wrote this, feel free to slap me. J"
Holding in the laughter she felt rise in her at the absurdity of the letter, she glanced around the classroom to see if anyone was looking toward her, waiting for a reaction. No one was.
Puzzled for the second time in a minute, Hermione just folded the note back up and stuck it into her pocket. Before she knew it, class was over. She stood up, and waited for Ron and Harry to finish cleaning up their area.
When they finally finished, they started heading toward the door, when Snape called after the class, "Miss Granger? Mr. Malfoy? May I speak to you a second?"
The Golden Trio exchanged glances. "Don't wait for me." whispered Hermione quickly to her friend before walking up towards Snape with Malfoy.
Snape smiled warmly at her, specifically, again and Hermione inwardly cringed. Only because Snape smiling usually meant something was horribly, horribly wrong-"Yes, Professor?" "I was just wondering if you got my note?"
Hermione, shocked, replied, "What? YOU sent me that!" Snape just raised an eyebrow. "Yes. The note about your head duty to plan the Halloween dance?" Hermione put a hand over her heart., relieved, "Oh! No, I haven't gotten that one. I thought you, uh, meant this other not I got."
Both Draco and Snape looked at her. "Oh?" asked Snape, standing up. "May I see it?" "I, er, don't think-" began Hermione when Snape cut her off, "Give me the note, Miss Granger." Reluctantly Hermione gave Snape the note. His eyes darted over it quickly, his face impassive.
Hermione swore she could see the slightest pink tinge as he handed it back to her, but her analyzing of his face was cut off by his words of, "Do you know who wrote you that?" "Nope, no clue." responded Hermione. "Well, er, there's your note back. And go away!"
Draco and Hermione raised their eyebrows at each other, and turned to leave, when Hermione turned her head back around to ask Snape a question, and found him staring at her backside, "Er, professor?"
Startled, Snape looked up at her, glaring. "What?" Hermione grimaced, realizing that Snape was just staring at her ass, "You know what, never mind." And with that she turned around to leave.
Hermione and Draco, since they had a break then Head planning, which meant their classes were over for the day, walked in a abnormal silence toward their dorms. "So," said Draco, breaking the silence, "what was in the note, Granger?"
Hermione, not wanting to tell him, "Shut up, Malfoy." Malfoy continued, "Ya know, I think Snape has the hots for you, Granger." "Shut up, Malfoy." "I don't know why he would, though." Said Draco, crinkling his nose and looking at Hermione.
"Shut up, Malfoy." Answered Hermione again, coming to a stop in front of the portrait entrance of their dorms. Without meaning to, they said in unison, "Skittles, taste the rainbow."
They both paused and looked at each other, then burst out laughing, and, for some reason, couldn't stop. Between bursts of laughter, Hermione asked, "Why-are-we-laughing?" "Because," Howled Draco, "Your-face-is-so-funny-looking!"
Hermione bent over in a renewed fit of giggles, but after bit, began to sober up, "Malfoy, you're so lame." Malfoy straightened up, too, "Not as lame as you." "Oh, good comeback, ferret." Hermione replied sarcastically. "Yeah, I know." answered Draco.
Hermione rolled her eyes and said, " I think I'm going to go take nap." "Great," Draco retorted, "I finally get to spend some time away from you." Hermione, feeling suddenly pissed, turned around and said, "Just go fuck yourself, Malfoy. Mmkay?"
"Oh, but it's so much more fun when it's with someone else." He returned, taking a step towards her, waggling his eyebrows. "You wish, queer bait, you wish." Draco gave a short laugh, "Like I was serious. I wouldn't ever even think of touching your filthy mudblooded self."
Hermione countered, "Well, I dunno, Malfoy, you looked pretty blue ballsy before potions earlier." "YOU-" Draco began angrily, then stopped suddenly, and composed himself, "You know what? I don't have to take this. You're below me."
"You would like that, wouldn't you? If I were below you? Eh, Malfoy?" Said Hermione, who had a smirk that gave Malfoy a run for his money.
He narrowed his eyes at her, "Oh yes, how clever! A little play on my words. No wonder you're head girl. You'll regret that. Mark my words." he finished huffily. Draco, buddy, why're you letting this girl get to you? He thought as he stood there, waiting for her reply.
She suddenly straightened up, and assumed a haughty air about her, "Consider them marked! Now on your way!" Draco gave her a look, "What the hell, Granger? But, whatever, what happened to your little mudblood nap?"
Hermione suddenly dropped her superior manner, and looked angry now. "Don't say that word." Draco pretended to be clueless, "What? Mudblood? Does that word offend you? Does it, mudblood?" Hermione suddenly whipped out her wand, but Draco was already pointing his at her, "No way, Granger. Put your wand down."
"You put yours down!" She yelled back. "Same time?" offered Draco benevolently. "Yeah, right." spat Hermione. Draco sighed, "Never mind, I quit your juvenile games, Granger." He tucked his wand back into his pocket, and headed toward his door.
Hermione shouted after him, "I'm not done talking to you!" But Draco ignored her. So she ran across the room, catching up to him just as her was turning the doorknob of his door. Feeling an arm on his shoulder, Draco turned around, beginning to say, "Granger, just leave me-"
When he was silenced by a pair of lips colliding with his own. He stood in shock for a second, but with Hermione pressing against him, he gave in him and kissed her back.
He was just getting into the kiss, when suddenly Hermione pushed him away, stared angrily at him, yelled, "How dare you!" And slapped him across the face before storming to her dorm room and slamming the door shut.
He stood there stunned a second, holding his face where Hermione had slapped him. Then he smiled widely to himself. This shook his head violently. Ew. Granger kissed you. Ew. But still, this is going to be one hell of a year. He thought before entering his own bedroom for the night.
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I hope that was okay! It was longer, I guess...but I'm a little rusty at writing fan fics! I've been writing a historic novel (by hand :P ) all summer, along w/ poetry & whatnot. Sorry if this was awful! Review to tell me what to fix!
