Life with Zabini and Malfoy
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"I could blow his head off for you, ya know?" asked an eager Ron.
"Not just stinking Malfoy either, Zabini too just 'cause he is a Slytherin and he is ruining your life," he added as an afterthought.
"As much as I would like that to happen," Hermione sighed, repeating what she been saying for the last five times, " it's not going to, Malfoy and Zabini are my responsibility and it would look awfully bad on my record if the students that are paired with me get viciously murdered by my best friend. Not only would I never get to be head girl, you," At this she looked pointedly at Ron, "would get sent to Azkaban."
"Yeah, yeah," Ron said as he sat down on the chair, ignoring Hermione and picturing numerous ways to end Malfoy and Zabini's life horribly, which Hermione was sure would backfire because of Ron's horrible wand skills; especially during the times he's exceedingly excited, nervous or angry.
Hermione also sat down and looked out the window. She was currently sitting with Harry, Ron and Dean in a compartment aboard the Hogwarts Express to be dropped off at their destinations.
She turned her head as the door slid open. Malfoy and Zabini both walked in with cocky smirks. Hermione sighed once more and rubbed her temple in frustration as she watched Ron, Dean and Harry glare at the two new boys.
'To get to know each other better, as an early start to the study, the host and his or her partners are also to sit with each other during the train ride' professor McGonagall had said although it was also to make sure the visitors got off at the right station.
"I assume you have the right clothing?" Hermione asked Malfoy and Zabini.
They both give her a blank look.
"Look!" Hermione let out a exasperate sigh, "How would you think the muggles would react to two guys in weird robes? They would think of us as some kind of freak! Or maybe a terrorist…" she added as an afterthought.
Another blank look.
"They are pretty darn close anyway," Harry said and Dean snorted Ron, Zabini, and Malfoy looked confused, seeing as they didn't know what a terrorist was, "with them being Death Eaters and all."
Malfoy let a look of outrage pass his face before returning to his scowl. Blaise just looked bored as he leaned back in his seat and looked ready to go to sleep.
The other four passengers stared at them, shocked, staring from Blaise to Draco then Draco to Blaise again as the two boys continued to ignore them.
What exactly is going on? Malfoy definitely should have made a return at that comment… Hermione thought, sneaking an occasional glance at the two boys beside her.
"We will soon be arriving at Carolina Beach Station. Passengers who are getting off at this destination please collect your baggage," the speaker blared, startling Hermione out of her daze.
"What the bloody hell was that?" Ron said, jumping from his seat.
Dean started to give the confused red-head an explanation as Hermione start to stuff her possessions in her bag, ready to get off.
"I suggest you to get ready, too," She said looking at Malfoy and Zabini, "Carolina beach is our station," Hermione said. Glancing at the boys' outfit she said, "Harry? Do you suppose you could lend Malfoy and Zabini each an outfit? I'll pay you back, I promise!"
"No fucking way!" Malfoy shouted, "No way in the seven levels of hell will I touch Harry bloody Potter's trash!"
Zabini snorted and nodded his head in agreement.
An almost evil look came to her eyes as she pushed two shirts and trousers Harry had reluctantly handed over into Draco and Blaise's arms, "Well, you'll just have to handle it in the eighth level then!"
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Five minutes later, Malfoy and Zabini were in shirts two sizes two small and trousers that came up to their ankles. Both Malfoy and Zabini had had a grown spurt in the last two years and had also become muscular in the process with being active in Quidditch and all. Harry, meanwhile, never grew out of his skinny frame.
Malfoy slide the door open and entered the compartment to find Goyle and Crabbe inside along with a nervous looking boy that he remembered to be a Hufflepuff.
"Well," Hermione said awkwardly, looking up from packing, "it isn't that bad is it?"
"You try wearing a five-year-olds clothing then," Malfoy spat, tugging at his white t-shirt, attempting to make it longer.
Harry opened his mouth to protest but Hermione interrupted before he had a chance to, "It's either that or you were nothing at all."
Hermione arched an eyebrow as Ron and Dean sniggered; Goyle and Crabbe, however, growled, looking ready to pounce on them.
Surprisingly, Malfoy held them back, an arrogant smirk appearing on his face, "You would like that wouldn't you, Granger?"
Ron, red-faced, immediately shot up and whipped out his wand. Harry and Dean followed, standing near Hermione, both snarling at Malfoy.
"Look at that," Malfoy drawled, "aren't we possessive?"
"Stu-"
Before Ron could finish, he was interrupted by Zabini who immediately snatched his wand from him.
"Children!" Blaise said, almost lazily, "Can we all play nice please? I for one would not appreciate getting expelled because some stupid guy made a stupid comment."
Malfoy scowled but did not say anything, everyone fell silent before Dean spoke up again, "Malfoy, it would be greatly appreciated if you would tell your apes to remove themselves from our space."
At this Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle all stood up again, glad for another reason to fight.
However, before they had a chance to, the train came to a screeching halt and Hermione marched out of the compartment, glaring at all the boys.
"Write to us!" Harry called.
Hermione made no reply, angered at their display of immaturity, and stalked off the train, with Malfoy and Zabini hurrying to catch up, mumbling and cursing under their breath.
Hermione, Malfoy and Zabini stepped out of the barrier to a busy station. Hermione visibly relaxed as a content smile spread on her face as she smelled the fresh, salty air of the Carolina Beach City.
"Wow, Granger, you must be horribly bad with social skills to make friends with idiots like those," Malfoy commented "but then again you can only be a servant to high status people such as myself, mudblood." Hermione tensed.
Zabini nearly smacked himself at Malfoy's stupidity.
"Well," Hermione spat with a sarcastic smile on her face, "Since you think so highly of yourself, I'll trust you to find your own way around!"
Zabini never got a chance to ask 'what about me' before Hermione blended in with the crowd and stalked off to Merlin knows where.
