Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine etc etc. Well, Miss Clarke,
Laura and Sean, so far anyway!!
A/N Thank you all so much for the reviews, they make my day! Personal notes at the end. Oh yeah, a lot of you were a bit confused about the violin, don't worry, it's not going to be Draco playing Hermione love songs or anything. Oh, and one other thing, I never said that Draco was going to be a good boy. *Evil Smirk*
Chapter 5. Who's Frost?…?
Hermione got up really early the next morning. Last night just before going to sleep, she realised that the bathroom wasn't decorated in the usual Gryffindor colours. In fact, it was a mixture of Gryffindor and…Slytherin!! She didn't want to walk in on Malfoy and Visa Versa. She shivered at the thought. Yuck!
She walked over to her closet and took out her robes and underclothes. Black black and even more black. She opened the door to the bathroom and walked in. Malfoy wasn't in there.
"You guessed right," she said to herself as she hung up her clothes on a hook and took out two baby soft towels. "He's a late riser."
Just to be safe though, she locked the door that she reasoned must be Malfoys' entrance. No point taking chances!
She filled the bath with water from the strawberry tap, stepped in and sunk up to her neck. This is the life, she thought smiling.
Seeing a cabinet next to the bath, she reached over and opened it up. One side was obviously hers, the other Malfoys.
Her side was full of different shampoos, conditioners, soaps, bath scrubs and anything else you used in a bath. She took out a shampoo. It was lavender scented. Reaching in again, she took out a strawberry scented conditioner. She realised that there was a set for every tap on the bath.
She looked at Malfoys side. Just as she was about to reach in to see what he had, the door slammed shut.
"Guess we can't us each others stuff." She said, a little shocked.
Well, better get clean, she thought, as she lathered up the bath scrub. The scent of strawberries was overpowering. She loved it.
She scrubbed her hair clean with the shampoo and then massaged the conditioner in. Rinsing it out, she knew that her hair was going to fall like silk down her back when she dried it. Bliss.
Getting out of the bath, she wrapped the fluffy towel around her wet body and sat down in front of the mirror. She plugged in her hairdryer and set about drying her hair. She started humming to herself. I think I'm going to like this year, she thought, just as Malfoys' door opened.
She was going to scream bloody murder, but it caught in her throat. Malfoy was standing in the doorway with nothing but a towel around his waist.
He walked into the room fully, then turned to her.
"You using the shower?" he asked in his trademark drawl.
"N…n…no," stammered Hermione, "I'm not."
He opened the shower door and stepped in. "Good."
Hermione could only stare open-mouthed at the door as the shower was turned on, a towel was flung over the door, and the room began to steam up again.
She unplugged the hairdryer, grabbed her robes and ran into her own room.
What just happened? she thought, re-settling herself down at her own vanity table. She started to dry her hair again. Twenty minutes later, she was dressed and brushing her hair.
One day when she was in Diagon Ally, she had found at the back of the robe shop, some lovely ribbon. It was red with gold trimmings. She bought two of them, thinking she'd wear them at school. Now, looking at them, she wondered if they were too babyish. Looking in the mirror, all she saw was black. She'd wear the ribbon.
Parting her hair straight through, she plaited them and tied them with her ribbon. Opening her make-up bag, she took out her silver eye shadow and brushed some over her eyes so that they shimmered. She put that back and took out her lip-gloss. It was clear and strawberry scented. Yum. Giving herself one last glance in the mirror, she grabbed her book bag, put in the lip-gloss and went down to breakfast.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Hermione was unaware of the stares she got when she walked into the hall for breakfast. Frankly Dill, a 6th year in Hufflepuff, missed his bowl when pouring his milk on his cereal and there was now milk spilling into his lap.
David Green, a 7th year from Ravenclaw gawked at her, open-mouthed with porridge still in his mouth and Nathan Slick, another 7th year but this time in Slytherin, forgot his conversation with the person beside him and just stared. The person beside him was Draco Malfoy. Curious about what had grabbed Nathan's attention so tightly, he looked up and started. Hermione was gliding towards the Gryffindor table, followed closely by the watchful gaze of every male student in the room. Including him. He was mesmerised. He had realised on the train that Hermione was becoming a woman in every sense of the word, but he never thought that he would be thinking of her a Hermione, not Mudblood or Granger.
Hermione sat down, still not noticing anything different in the room and began talking to Harry and Ron.
Malfoy shuck his head, as if trying to clear it. What am I on about? He scolded himself. She will always be Mudblood. Always.
He started eating his food. Why am I not convinced?
* * * * * * * * * * *
Hermione sat down in between Harry and Ron, reached out for some milk and Corn Flakes and began to eat. She was starving, even after the feast last night.
"Come on Harry," said Ron in a hushed voice, "Finish what you were telling us yesterday. What did Sirus tell you?"
Harry finished swallowing the food in his mouth, made himself comfortable and began where he left off the night before.
"Well, Sirus asked me if I had ever heard of this Frost person. I said no and he told me all about him. He was in league with…" Harry paused not knowing what name to use… "Him."
"Him?" questioned Hermione.
"You know," said Harry, a little annoyed, "HIM"
The other two finally catching on nodded for him to continue.
"When…he…went missing, so did Frost. No one knew where he was. Untill about two months ago. He was seen in London. He was with some woman. They were trying to blend in but, remember at the Quidditch world cup. Hardly any of the older wizards new how to act as muggles. He was like that. A friend of Sirus spotted him and told Sirus."
"What's this got to do with anything?" asked Ron puzzled.
Harry sighed. Ron was his best friend but sometimes…
"Frost was the best of friends with…" Harry paused again, but this time for effect, "…Lucius Malfoy."
Both Ron and Hermione stared silently at Harry. Hermione was the first one to break the silence.
"So, Sirus thinks that Lucius was meeting Frost."
"Yes, but what for, he won't tell me." Said Harry. "not until he's sure himself that is."
They finished there breakfasts and went to their first lesson. On the way, Hermione was pushed into and made drop her books so many times, in the end she gave her bag to Harry and books to Ron.
"These guys really need their eyes checked" Muttered Hermione as once again, she was pushed into.
"HA!" she said into the face of the perpetrator. "No books for you to make me drop. No books for you to pick up!"
The guys mumbled his apologies and scampered off.
"What is all this about?" asked Ron in amazement.
"I," said a flushed Hermione, "have no idea."
A/N So there you have it. Chapter 5. I'll try to hurry up with the next one. No, I won't try, I WILL!! I said I was going to put up personal A/N's at the end of this chapter but I haven't time. The next one, I promise. Thank you to everyone who has R & R and if you haven't please do. Don't worry Laura, you'll be in it more soon!!
Monie
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A/N Thank you all so much for the reviews, they make my day! Personal notes at the end. Oh yeah, a lot of you were a bit confused about the violin, don't worry, it's not going to be Draco playing Hermione love songs or anything. Oh, and one other thing, I never said that Draco was going to be a good boy. *Evil Smirk*
Chapter 5. Who's Frost?…?
Hermione got up really early the next morning. Last night just before going to sleep, she realised that the bathroom wasn't decorated in the usual Gryffindor colours. In fact, it was a mixture of Gryffindor and…Slytherin!! She didn't want to walk in on Malfoy and Visa Versa. She shivered at the thought. Yuck!
She walked over to her closet and took out her robes and underclothes. Black black and even more black. She opened the door to the bathroom and walked in. Malfoy wasn't in there.
"You guessed right," she said to herself as she hung up her clothes on a hook and took out two baby soft towels. "He's a late riser."
Just to be safe though, she locked the door that she reasoned must be Malfoys' entrance. No point taking chances!
She filled the bath with water from the strawberry tap, stepped in and sunk up to her neck. This is the life, she thought smiling.
Seeing a cabinet next to the bath, she reached over and opened it up. One side was obviously hers, the other Malfoys.
Her side was full of different shampoos, conditioners, soaps, bath scrubs and anything else you used in a bath. She took out a shampoo. It was lavender scented. Reaching in again, she took out a strawberry scented conditioner. She realised that there was a set for every tap on the bath.
She looked at Malfoys side. Just as she was about to reach in to see what he had, the door slammed shut.
"Guess we can't us each others stuff." She said, a little shocked.
Well, better get clean, she thought, as she lathered up the bath scrub. The scent of strawberries was overpowering. She loved it.
She scrubbed her hair clean with the shampoo and then massaged the conditioner in. Rinsing it out, she knew that her hair was going to fall like silk down her back when she dried it. Bliss.
Getting out of the bath, she wrapped the fluffy towel around her wet body and sat down in front of the mirror. She plugged in her hairdryer and set about drying her hair. She started humming to herself. I think I'm going to like this year, she thought, just as Malfoys' door opened.
She was going to scream bloody murder, but it caught in her throat. Malfoy was standing in the doorway with nothing but a towel around his waist.
He walked into the room fully, then turned to her.
"You using the shower?" he asked in his trademark drawl.
"N…n…no," stammered Hermione, "I'm not."
He opened the shower door and stepped in. "Good."
Hermione could only stare open-mouthed at the door as the shower was turned on, a towel was flung over the door, and the room began to steam up again.
She unplugged the hairdryer, grabbed her robes and ran into her own room.
What just happened? she thought, re-settling herself down at her own vanity table. She started to dry her hair again. Twenty minutes later, she was dressed and brushing her hair.
One day when she was in Diagon Ally, she had found at the back of the robe shop, some lovely ribbon. It was red with gold trimmings. She bought two of them, thinking she'd wear them at school. Now, looking at them, she wondered if they were too babyish. Looking in the mirror, all she saw was black. She'd wear the ribbon.
Parting her hair straight through, she plaited them and tied them with her ribbon. Opening her make-up bag, she took out her silver eye shadow and brushed some over her eyes so that they shimmered. She put that back and took out her lip-gloss. It was clear and strawberry scented. Yum. Giving herself one last glance in the mirror, she grabbed her book bag, put in the lip-gloss and went down to breakfast.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Hermione was unaware of the stares she got when she walked into the hall for breakfast. Frankly Dill, a 6th year in Hufflepuff, missed his bowl when pouring his milk on his cereal and there was now milk spilling into his lap.
David Green, a 7th year from Ravenclaw gawked at her, open-mouthed with porridge still in his mouth and Nathan Slick, another 7th year but this time in Slytherin, forgot his conversation with the person beside him and just stared. The person beside him was Draco Malfoy. Curious about what had grabbed Nathan's attention so tightly, he looked up and started. Hermione was gliding towards the Gryffindor table, followed closely by the watchful gaze of every male student in the room. Including him. He was mesmerised. He had realised on the train that Hermione was becoming a woman in every sense of the word, but he never thought that he would be thinking of her a Hermione, not Mudblood or Granger.
Hermione sat down, still not noticing anything different in the room and began talking to Harry and Ron.
Malfoy shuck his head, as if trying to clear it. What am I on about? He scolded himself. She will always be Mudblood. Always.
He started eating his food. Why am I not convinced?
* * * * * * * * * * *
Hermione sat down in between Harry and Ron, reached out for some milk and Corn Flakes and began to eat. She was starving, even after the feast last night.
"Come on Harry," said Ron in a hushed voice, "Finish what you were telling us yesterday. What did Sirus tell you?"
Harry finished swallowing the food in his mouth, made himself comfortable and began where he left off the night before.
"Well, Sirus asked me if I had ever heard of this Frost person. I said no and he told me all about him. He was in league with…" Harry paused not knowing what name to use… "Him."
"Him?" questioned Hermione.
"You know," said Harry, a little annoyed, "HIM"
The other two finally catching on nodded for him to continue.
"When…he…went missing, so did Frost. No one knew where he was. Untill about two months ago. He was seen in London. He was with some woman. They were trying to blend in but, remember at the Quidditch world cup. Hardly any of the older wizards new how to act as muggles. He was like that. A friend of Sirus spotted him and told Sirus."
"What's this got to do with anything?" asked Ron puzzled.
Harry sighed. Ron was his best friend but sometimes…
"Frost was the best of friends with…" Harry paused again, but this time for effect, "…Lucius Malfoy."
Both Ron and Hermione stared silently at Harry. Hermione was the first one to break the silence.
"So, Sirus thinks that Lucius was meeting Frost."
"Yes, but what for, he won't tell me." Said Harry. "not until he's sure himself that is."
They finished there breakfasts and went to their first lesson. On the way, Hermione was pushed into and made drop her books so many times, in the end she gave her bag to Harry and books to Ron.
"These guys really need their eyes checked" Muttered Hermione as once again, she was pushed into.
"HA!" she said into the face of the perpetrator. "No books for you to make me drop. No books for you to pick up!"
The guys mumbled his apologies and scampered off.
"What is all this about?" asked Ron in amazement.
"I," said a flushed Hermione, "have no idea."
A/N So there you have it. Chapter 5. I'll try to hurry up with the next one. No, I won't try, I WILL!! I said I was going to put up personal A/N's at the end of this chapter but I haven't time. The next one, I promise. Thank you to everyone who has R & R and if you haven't please do. Don't worry Laura, you'll be in it more soon!!
Monie
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