A/n- Yay I'm back. Sorry for the delayed update, I was supposed to get this chapter up by Sunday night but my weekend suddenly got busy and I didn't have enough time.
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Oh and… DISCLAIMER- this stuff isn't mine guys. Don't freak out. HP is all J.K's. Thanksss.
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Chapter 2- Mr. Moody Pants
The first thing Draco noticed when stepping onto Platform 9 ¾ was that it seemed empty. This was most likely due to two small reasons. The first reason was mainly because many parents did not wish their children to attend school during a war. The other, more important reason perhaps, was that the train was about to leave.
Draco began running as quickly as possibly. Pansy's face appeared at the door and pulled it open. The train had started to move. Draco took one last leap and dove into the compartment. He landed, panting, on the ground. He began to cough as Pansy shut the door quickly.
Pansy knelt down next to Draco, patting him on the back. "Close one, Draco. Why are you so late?" she asked sweetly, batting her eyelashes at him. She placed her hand on his thigh.
He got up slowly after giving a Pansy a very intimidating look. "Parents held me up. I need to go up front, I'll find you later," he said quickly before slipping out of the carriage into the crowded halls.
Barely managing to slip through the knots of students, he battled his way through the hallways.
"Outta the way! Head Boy! Let me through! He-Hey! Watch the hair!"
By the time he made it to the front of the train and into the Head's compartment, Professor McGonagle had already started her instructions.
"Nice of you to join us Mr. Malfoy," she said, glaring at him, her glasses slipping off the edge of her nose. "As I was saying, your Head Girl and Head Boy," she shot a nasty look at Draco, "will be designing your time tables. They will each give you a fair amount of hours to patrol at night. Any problems, you should contact them."
Hermione was practically wetting herself with excitement, Draco had noticed. He had also deducted that every single one of the Slytherin prefects were absent. He himself had never been to one of these meetings in his days as a prefect. But, being Head Boy, he had decided to show up.
"Now, today you will simply walking around the train, patrolling the students. Make sure that all first years safely get off the train and into the boats to travel across the lake. The second years will need guiding to the carriages. Check the compartments for trouble-makers. Well, I suppose that's it. Have a good term," she finished, and rushed out of the carriage.
Draco was the first to act. He started laughing. Everyone, including Hermione, was staring at him.
"Can you believe that shit? She knows everyone is going to go sit on their asses and soak up the glory of their badges. God, this is pathetic. Everyone outta here, I need a nap," he drawled, and began pushing 5th year prefects towards the sliding glass doors.
Hermione was glaring at him. "Why are you so rude? Honestly, you look well rested to me. Are you a prince or something?"
"Or something." Draco stretched out on one of the comfy benches and closed his eyes.
He kept his eyes closed, even though he could hear Hermione breathing above him. He sensed her eyes boring into his skull, yet he ignored her. Finally, it became annoying, as she hadn't moved. He opened his eyes slowly.
"Do you need something mudblood?"
She huffed angrily and turned on her heel and strutted towards the door. Then, she tripped, and fell through the air miraculously, and fell face first on the hardwood floor.
"Damn it! Owwww; ouch. Shit. That hurt. What tripped me?"
Draco was twirling his wand in his hand and whistling innocently. Hermione turned slowly on the spot and looked at him.
"Did you jinx me?"
"Maybe. You'll never know. Maybe you're just clumsy."
"I don't think so. You tripped me, didn't you?"
"What are you going to do, tell Potty?"
"No, I'm going to wring your-" But the noise stopped. Draco's wand was pointing at her mouth, and she was trying to talk. When she realized he had silenced her, she seemed to scream in anger, although Draco heard none of it.
Nonetheless, she quickly reversed the charm nonverbally, and aimed a slap at Draco's face.
"Hey hey hey! Ha! You missed," he taunted, dodging a slap and then a spell.
"Ughhh!" she raged, and stormed out of the compartment. Within moments, she had returned. She opened her mouth to say something, and then changed her mind, stomping out again. This time, she didn't return.
Draco pulled out his trunk out of his pocket and enlarged it. Before shoving it into a storing cupboard, he fished around for his headphones and dug them out. He then shut his trunk and threw it above him into storage. He pocketed his wand, settled into a comfortable position on his bench, and clicked on his headphones.
His very prized possession, he very much enjoyed this gift from his father. They were magical, so he could enjoy music even at Hogwarts. He turned on shuffle on his mp3 players, and slowly drifted into a fitful nap.
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Draco was rudely awakened two hours later by screaming. Opening his eyes, he realized he was not alone in the compartment anymore. He had been joined by none other than the Golden Trio, and two of their number was already bitching at each other.
Not wanting to be noticed awake, Draco turned the volume louder and closed his eyes again. Unfortunately, he couldn't tune them out. He shrugged off the headphones, and stuffed them into his pocket. He sat up, blinking and rubbing his eyes. He tousled his hair, stood up, and headed towards the door, ignoring the Gryffindors completely.
"Oh, he's finally awake," Weasley commented, and Draco shot him a nasty look before retorting.
"If you and your little mudblood girlfriend could keep it shut for more than 5 seconds, I would still be asleep. But you just have to bicker on and on all day long," he commented, and slipped out of the compartment and down the hallway, not hearing the barrage of insults that attacked his back.
He caught himself fighting down the train again. "Break it up! Get. Out. Of. The. Way! Honestly! Head Boy here! Move it or lose it shorty."
After 10 minutes of fighting and almost getting his robes ripped off his own back, he managed to find Pansy's compartment. He walked in on her and Blaise cuddling in the corner and Nott, Crabbe, and Goyle sitting there like bumps on a log.
"Honestly Parkinson, you're like the town bicycle."
"Well, Draco, you obviously aren't interested. Or, maybe, you're jealous," she replied, snuggling closer into Blaise's arms. Draco mocked throwing up behind her back, but took a seat next to the couple anyways.
"Where you been Malfoy?" Crabbe grunted, shifting in his seat. His beady little eyes darted around the compartment like he had A.D.D.
"I fell asleep in my compartment. Had myself a nice little nap," he said, stretching out and yawning. "I tried to sleep some more, but the mudblood and weasel woke me up with their arguing. Honestly, if they try that crap in my common room this year, I'll kick both their arses."
"Your common room Drakey?" Pansy asked, and Blaise elbowed her in the side. She gave him a nasty look but rephrased. "What do you mean, your common room, Draco?" she said, stressing his name. Draco ignored the first nickname and replied.
"Honestly, you're slower than maple syrup Parkinson. The Heads share a common room, remember? I only tolerate this so I can carry out you and Flint's little dare," he explained mockingly.
He thought for a moment they had been listening to him. But, alas, he was incorrect yet again. Blaise and Pansy were now in a lip-lock. Crabbe and Goyle were both snoring and drooling. The only one apparently listening was Theodore Nott.
"They are honestly very annoying," Nott pointed out, jabbing a finger towards Blaise and Pansy. "And these two… well I'm unsure how they made it past third year."
"I still wonder that myself Todd. And I'm completely in agreement. How was your summer?" he asked.
"Can't complain. Are you playing quidditch this year?"
"Captain. Snape wrote me over the summer about it. Thinking of trying out for Chaser? I've seen you play, you're decent."
"Thinking about it, yeah."
"Well, if you try out, you're in. Just show up."
Draco was twirling his wand between his fingers again and jingling some galleons in his pocket. His stomach was rumbling and he was waiting for the trolley lady to come around with sweets. Just at that moment, the frizzy old lady poked her head into their compartment.
"Anything off the trolley dears?" she wheezed, coughing into her hand. Draco gave her a disgusted look, but ordered a pumpkin pasty, some Drooble's, a sugar quill, a licorice wand, and a few chocolate frogs. He handed over 2 galleons and 13 sickles and headed back to his seat.
Relaxing back in his seat, he popped the pasty into his mouth and swallowed it in one bite. He began to chomp on the licorice wand and offered a frog up to Nott, who snatched it and devoured it in two quick bites.
"Dyoushwntehcrd?" he mumbled with a mouthful of chocolate.
"What?" Draco asked incredulously. "Didn't catch that."
Todd swallowed and licked his lips. "Yum. Sorry about that. Do you want the card?"
"Oh. Sure." Draco grabbed the card from Nott's out stretched his hand. Dumbledore. He had around 40 of Dumbledore.
"Dumbledore again. I've got loads of him." He shoved the card into his pocket. He chucked one of his galleons at Blaise's head, knocking him out of his love session with Pansy.
"Oy! What the bloody hell!" Blaise shouted, whipped around and glaring daggers at Draco, who had collapsed into a fit of laughter. Crabbe and Goyle had finally woken up, Todd was cracking up, and Pansy had a priceless overdramatic look on her face. All was good in the Slytherin compartment.
Another two hours later found Draco getting a leg up into the horse-drawn Heads carriage. Granger was stepping in behind. Draco sat as far away from her as humanly possible and turned his headphones on again.
She ignorantly starting tapping him on the shoulder as the carriage lurched into life. He tried to ignore it as long as possible. But he eventually got fed up with her insistent tap-tap-tapping.
"What in Merlin's name do you need Granger!" he exclaimed, tossing his headphones onto his nick in anger and glaring at her. His cold eyes stared at her warm brown ones and tapped his foot impatiently.
"I was just wondering, Mr. Moody-Pants, if you were going to join me in escorting the first years to the boats, or if I shall have to accompany them myself," she said with dictionary-like speech. Draco eyed her cautiously.
"Well, if you wanted to do it alone then-"
"You're supposed to help you know."
"Well then, fine." He clicked his music back on.
"Wait." He paused the music.
"What Granger?"
"And we need to design the time tables later."
"Alright. Fine." Back on.
"And." Off.
"Yes?"
"Before that we should show them to their common rooms, and help the prefects. You know?"
"Yes Granger. Any more interruptions before I turn back on this music?"
"No. I think everything is settled."
"Good." He was about to turn his song back on when the carriage stopped. The door opened. Without thinking, he jumped out of the door first and stepped into his prime as Head Boy and a natural leader.
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Draco was happily munching upon chicken wings half an hour later. He stuffed his face with potato and turkey next. He finished up with some vanilla ice cream and treacle tart. While enjoying the conversation, he barely contributed. He just ate quietly and followed his mates' talking points.
His eyes drifted to the Gryffindor table and they rested upon Hermione Granger. He glared in her direction, slowly taking in his challenge.
Hermione was around 5'4", with bushy brown hair, although it looked a bit more managed this year. It certainly wasn't bushy. It was in loose soft curls as far as Draco could see. She was wearing light makeup, barely noticeable.
As he watched, the Golden Trio got up and excused themselves from the feast. Hermione had turned around to call out to Potter and Weasley. Draco's eyes slowly traveled down to her ass, which he noticed wasn't anything worth drooling over, although he must admit it was cute.
Once she turned around, Draco traced her body outline. She was certainly thin, and her chest was nice and full. She had filled out over the summer, he noticed. She wouldn't be too much of a problem to shag, even if she was a mudblood. As long as she kept her mouth shut, Draco could handle it.
"Draco, mate, what are you staring at so intently?" Blaise said, spitting some of his chicken at Draco. Draco wiped his face free of spit and rounded on Blaise.
"I'm debating the challenge Blaise."
"I see." Blaise, too, stared at Hermione, who was walking quickly towards the table. Slytherins started booing and hissing. Draco heard murmurs calling her a mudblood and filthy muggleborn.
"Malfoy. Professor Dumbledore wants to see us in his office," she simply stated. Draco pulled himself up from the table and waved half-heartedly to his friends. He gave Blaise a wink and headed out.
"Lead the way then," he replied, and they headed out the doors and up the marble staircase. After taking two more flights of staircases, a hidden passage, two hallways and another staircase, they had found the entrance to his office.
"Sugar Quill," Hermione said to the wall, which groaned open to reveal a revolving staircase. She turned to Draco. "Professor Snape told me on the way to your table." Draco simply nodded and stepped onto the staircase and headed up, Hermione behind him.
He planned on starting the plan tonight, just to get this over with so he could eventually find a real girl to shag before graduation. Overall, he was a bit surprised his father did not have an arranged marriage for him, as was the custom in pureblood families.
They had reached the top. He knocked and was immediately asked to enter. Dumbledore was seated behind his desk, looking just as old and tired as always.
"Welcome Hermione and Draco. I do not have but a few minutes to spare. However, I would like to welcome you back to your final year at Hogwarts and also to congratulate you both on your title as Heads." He took a break just then, and put his fingers together, breathing deeply.
"Obviously, this job takes a lot of responsibility and dedication. I expect you both to fully put your efforts into this great honor, as well as your school work. After all, this is a big year. You must also complete you N.E.W.T's as well, you are, I'm sure, aware," he continued. Draco and Hermione exchanged small glances before turning their attention back to the Professor.
"So, with that said and done, thank you for coming here. Your common room and dormitories are situated on the fourth floor, the first door to your left right off the main staircase. The password is "Green Clover" for now, although it will be changed with your notification very often. Well, I must return to the feast and you two must resume your duties I'd expect. Off you trot!" he said excitedly, and shuffled them out the door and back down the staircase.
Coming out of the entrance, Draco mocked tripping and fell into Hermione. His head felt for her ass and it landed there, and he pretended to use it to keep him steady.
"Woops, sorry Granger." His hand remained on her butt a little longer than needed, but he finally pulled away. "My bad. Tripped."
She glared at him oddly but forgave him anyways. She headed off to the feast and Draco followed shortly after, entering the feast just as the crowd was moving out. He found the Slytherin prefects, directed them on what to do, and took a group of first years as well.
After a long exhausting process of directing the first years, Draco headed back to his common room. He found the door alright and repeated the password, letting himself in and set his eyes on a magnificent room.
It easily took up not only the fourth floor, but also the fifth. There were couches, chairs, poufs, small tables and desks littering the first floor. Along the back wall was a large bookcase filled with assorted novels and volumes. Off in one corner was a large circular mahogany table for eating, as well as a small kitchenette.
To the left was a stone staircase, which Draco followed up to the top. At the very top, which Draco presumed to be the fifth floor, were three doors. A green oak door with silver lining, a black one in the middle, and a red and gold lined door. He walked through the green and silver door into a large bedroom.
His bedroom was in varying shades of green, black, white and silver. He had a large comfortable four-poster bed like that in his other dormitory. Off in the back was a large walk-in closet. He also had a wardrobe and cabinet. His trunk lay at the foot of his head and his broom was in a case on the wall.
Draco placed his wand on his nightstand and wandered over to a black door set in the opposite wall of his wardrobe. He thrust it open and walked in. Granger was standing on the other side. This was obviously the bathroom, and both rooms lead to it.
The bathroom was sparkling clean and very large. There was a swimming pool sized bath in the middle, as well as two showers on either side of the bathroom. A toilet and tap completed the necessities. Two cupboards and a long counter were against another wall. Inside were soap, shampoo and towels. On top of the counter were make-up, gel, and hairbrushes as well as other products.
"It's pretty nice," Hermione commented. Draco scoffed.
"Yeah, if you're used to living in a run-down shack, I'd suppose so."
"Are you referring to my house or Ron's?"
"I didn't know the Weasleys owned a house," he said bitterly, heading back towards his room.
"You are so rude, honestly. First you bump into me and grab my ass and now you're being rude about my boyfriend," she complained, also heading towards her room.
"Wait. Boyfriend? You're dating carrot-top?" Draco couldn't help but laugh.
"Yes, Ron and I are dating. And I don't apreci-"
"Hahahahahaha. That's hilarious." And with that, he snapped the door shut, which drowned out the continuation of Hermione's speech.
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A/n- Ok! Chapter two is up. I hope you enjoyed. Review if you wish, I'd appreciate any and all comments.
I'll try and get the next chapter up soon. By Friday, definitely. I'm in a writing mood. Probably because I'm in a people mood.
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