Disclaimer: Nope...no one in this fic is mine! *sob* they all belong to J.K. Rowling (obviously)
Author's Note: This is my first HP fic (the rest have all been LOTR) but I really love all of the HP books and even the movies so please be nice! heehee
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"And I hear that he's even got one of those racing brooms! He has all that stuff and he hasn't even tried out the broom yet? I bet it isn't even broken in yet," Ron whispered. Ron, Harry, and Hermione had their heads huddled in the back of the room during Professor McGonagall's class. Hermione rolled her eyes but harry leaned in closer and said in a hushed voice,
"Which model is it?" Ron shook his bright head.
"I didn't hear but I sure as hell wasn't going to stick around the library with all those Slytherins just to hear what new present Malfoy's daddy got him." Harry shook his head.
"What ever it is, it must be good." Hermione shut her heavy book loudly, causing Ron and Harry to jump.
"Class is over," she said sweetly. They started to gather their stuff and were halfway out of the classroom when Professor McGonagall looked up sharply. Both Harry and Ron jumped again.
"Calm down boys," said the professor, a stern smile tugging at her lips. "I'd just like to speak to Ms. Granger today." Hermione shrugged and shifted the weight of her bookbag from one shoulder to another. the ret of the class filed out, some chattering noisely (in Parvati's and Lavender's case) or tripping through the door (in Neville's case). When everyone had left, Professor McGonagall looked at Hermione through the tops of her wire rimmed glasses.
"Is the work load coming easy for you?" Hermione beamed.
"Yes, Professor."
"Then perhaps you could do the faculty and me a great favor. We would be extremely gratified if you would do it." Hermione nodded. She had extra time on her hands and she had pretty much gone through every book in the library. For once Harry and Ron were not in one of their crazy escapades. Quidditch season was just starting for Harry so that took up most of his time and Ron was taken up by Professor Dumbledor who assigned to him things to do that would help him later in the wizarding world. Think of it like an internship.
"The faculty and I would be extremely grateful if you could tutor Hogwart's most difficult student. Twenty five poitns for the Gryffindor house for every session." Hermione blinked.
"But Professor," she protested. "You know I would do this without anything like house points as rewards." Professor McGonagall smiled ironically.
"Most of the faculty thought you deserved fifty points for every session but Professor Snape was quite stubborn about this one." Hermione frowned, pieces starting to fit.
"Oh Professor," she said, trying not to let the groan escape between her lips. "You know a hundred sessions won't help Goyle."
"The student isn't Goyle." Herminone's eyebrows knit in surprise. It couldn't be Crabbe, he was dim, that was true, but he was alreayd getting help. And it couldn't be Pansy either. All she had to do was to flash a little more leg to the male teachers and that would bring her grade right up. Hermione frowned again in disgust. Then she was struck with a ridiculous notion. It couldn't possibly be...
"The student is Draco Malfoy. Does that bother you in any way?" Hermione's eyebrows raised up until they were practically hidden beneath her tangle of brown hair. She thought quickly. If she got lucky, then Malfoy would start studying just to get out of seeing her and she'd still get some house points along the way. Hermione gave her brightest smile.
"I'd love to tutor Draco Malfoy."
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"You're what?!" Ron spluttered. Hermione had just told Ron and Harry about what had happened and Ron had nearly choked on his dinner.
"You're tutoring that devil?" Hermione looked over to where Malfoy was sitting. He was, as usual, surrounded by throngs of his admirers, mostly Syltherin but some Ravenclaws were there and even some Hufflepuff girls standing around the outskirts, hoping that Malfoy would flash them his killer smile. Hermione hated to admit it but he was pretty hot. Malfoy suddenly looked up and saw Hermione looking at him. He smirked and looked away. Hermione flushed. She couldn't believe she had to tutor that arrogant bastard.
"I hope you're getting paid for this Hermione," said Ron.
"Twenty five points for every session." Ron whistled softly.
"Whoa. Between that and all the snitches Harry is going to catch for us, the house cup already has Gryffinder's name on it." Harry grinned.
"First practice this Friday, you with us?"
"Of course." Ron gave Hermione a sideways glance. "Are you going to be there?" Hermione took another bite of her chicken then pushed the plate away.
"It's tempting but I can't. I have to finish up my homework."
"But you have all weekend," said Ron. Hermione shrugged.
"I have to tutor Malfoy both days." Harry shrugged.
"Okay, but see you at class." Harry and Ron hurried to finish up last minute homework. Hermione took out her books and pretended to read but felt someone's eyes on her. She turned aorund very slowly to find Malfoy staring straight at her. Their eyes met for a second but just before Malfoy's eyes pulled away, Hermione thought to herself, not this time. She gave him a cold glare and broke the contact first. She started to read, feeling very content.
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Why could he stop thinking about her? Draco shook his head slightly, disgusted with himself. Hermione Granger was a mudblood, she was part of the golden group. Harry, leading the way as Dumbledore's favorite boy, Ron, tagging along, being the loyal puppy dog in his tattered robes. But then there was Granger. Sharp, witty, always something smart to say. Then she shows up at the Yule Ball looking like Audrey Hepburn, all glittery like a star. Draco shook his head again. It's because all the Slytherin girls look like such dogs, he decided. He was getting distracted. He looked at where Hermione was sitting, across from Harry, next to Ron. Ron was so close he could probably smell her hair. They were speaking softly to one another. The three always did that when they spoke. As if there was no one else in the world but just the three of them, their tight, golden friendship. Draco could almost throw up in disgust. He saw Ron's hand lift up almost as if he was about to stroke Hermione's hair while she was blissfully oblivious to the fact that Ron would lick the bottoms of her shoes if she asked him to.
"Draco, you must be thinking hard," said Pansy, simpering, purring, like a sick cat. Draco felt his stomach turn again. Pansy sat down on his lap. Draco resisted the urge to push her off. Pansy leaned forward, trying to look at him from beneath her lashes. Once again Draco felt his mind turn back to Hermione. She did that to him before, unintentionally. She had been looking down, reading, when he passed by. She looked up from beneath those thick lashes. Draco felt numbness as Pansy leaned forward and kissed him sloppily on the corner of his mouth. He turned his head and kissed her back, trying to avoid tongues at all cost but Pansy went right to them. Draco mentally pictured himself standing up and walking away, throwing up in some bathroom stall. Pansy giggled and kissed him again, her eyes closed, unlike Draco's. His were staring straight at Hermione.
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*lalala, please R&R I want to know if you guys like it so far! heehee, thanks for reading guys!
Author's Note: This is my first HP fic (the rest have all been LOTR) but I really love all of the HP books and even the movies so please be nice! heehee
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"And I hear that he's even got one of those racing brooms! He has all that stuff and he hasn't even tried out the broom yet? I bet it isn't even broken in yet," Ron whispered. Ron, Harry, and Hermione had their heads huddled in the back of the room during Professor McGonagall's class. Hermione rolled her eyes but harry leaned in closer and said in a hushed voice,
"Which model is it?" Ron shook his bright head.
"I didn't hear but I sure as hell wasn't going to stick around the library with all those Slytherins just to hear what new present Malfoy's daddy got him." Harry shook his head.
"What ever it is, it must be good." Hermione shut her heavy book loudly, causing Ron and Harry to jump.
"Class is over," she said sweetly. They started to gather their stuff and were halfway out of the classroom when Professor McGonagall looked up sharply. Both Harry and Ron jumped again.
"Calm down boys," said the professor, a stern smile tugging at her lips. "I'd just like to speak to Ms. Granger today." Hermione shrugged and shifted the weight of her bookbag from one shoulder to another. the ret of the class filed out, some chattering noisely (in Parvati's and Lavender's case) or tripping through the door (in Neville's case). When everyone had left, Professor McGonagall looked at Hermione through the tops of her wire rimmed glasses.
"Is the work load coming easy for you?" Hermione beamed.
"Yes, Professor."
"Then perhaps you could do the faculty and me a great favor. We would be extremely gratified if you would do it." Hermione nodded. She had extra time on her hands and she had pretty much gone through every book in the library. For once Harry and Ron were not in one of their crazy escapades. Quidditch season was just starting for Harry so that took up most of his time and Ron was taken up by Professor Dumbledor who assigned to him things to do that would help him later in the wizarding world. Think of it like an internship.
"The faculty and I would be extremely grateful if you could tutor Hogwart's most difficult student. Twenty five poitns for the Gryffindor house for every session." Hermione blinked.
"But Professor," she protested. "You know I would do this without anything like house points as rewards." Professor McGonagall smiled ironically.
"Most of the faculty thought you deserved fifty points for every session but Professor Snape was quite stubborn about this one." Hermione frowned, pieces starting to fit.
"Oh Professor," she said, trying not to let the groan escape between her lips. "You know a hundred sessions won't help Goyle."
"The student isn't Goyle." Herminone's eyebrows knit in surprise. It couldn't be Crabbe, he was dim, that was true, but he was alreayd getting help. And it couldn't be Pansy either. All she had to do was to flash a little more leg to the male teachers and that would bring her grade right up. Hermione frowned again in disgust. Then she was struck with a ridiculous notion. It couldn't possibly be...
"The student is Draco Malfoy. Does that bother you in any way?" Hermione's eyebrows raised up until they were practically hidden beneath her tangle of brown hair. She thought quickly. If she got lucky, then Malfoy would start studying just to get out of seeing her and she'd still get some house points along the way. Hermione gave her brightest smile.
"I'd love to tutor Draco Malfoy."
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"You're what?!" Ron spluttered. Hermione had just told Ron and Harry about what had happened and Ron had nearly choked on his dinner.
"You're tutoring that devil?" Hermione looked over to where Malfoy was sitting. He was, as usual, surrounded by throngs of his admirers, mostly Syltherin but some Ravenclaws were there and even some Hufflepuff girls standing around the outskirts, hoping that Malfoy would flash them his killer smile. Hermione hated to admit it but he was pretty hot. Malfoy suddenly looked up and saw Hermione looking at him. He smirked and looked away. Hermione flushed. She couldn't believe she had to tutor that arrogant bastard.
"I hope you're getting paid for this Hermione," said Ron.
"Twenty five points for every session." Ron whistled softly.
"Whoa. Between that and all the snitches Harry is going to catch for us, the house cup already has Gryffinder's name on it." Harry grinned.
"First practice this Friday, you with us?"
"Of course." Ron gave Hermione a sideways glance. "Are you going to be there?" Hermione took another bite of her chicken then pushed the plate away.
"It's tempting but I can't. I have to finish up my homework."
"But you have all weekend," said Ron. Hermione shrugged.
"I have to tutor Malfoy both days." Harry shrugged.
"Okay, but see you at class." Harry and Ron hurried to finish up last minute homework. Hermione took out her books and pretended to read but felt someone's eyes on her. She turned aorund very slowly to find Malfoy staring straight at her. Their eyes met for a second but just before Malfoy's eyes pulled away, Hermione thought to herself, not this time. She gave him a cold glare and broke the contact first. She started to read, feeling very content.
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Why could he stop thinking about her? Draco shook his head slightly, disgusted with himself. Hermione Granger was a mudblood, she was part of the golden group. Harry, leading the way as Dumbledore's favorite boy, Ron, tagging along, being the loyal puppy dog in his tattered robes. But then there was Granger. Sharp, witty, always something smart to say. Then she shows up at the Yule Ball looking like Audrey Hepburn, all glittery like a star. Draco shook his head again. It's because all the Slytherin girls look like such dogs, he decided. He was getting distracted. He looked at where Hermione was sitting, across from Harry, next to Ron. Ron was so close he could probably smell her hair. They were speaking softly to one another. The three always did that when they spoke. As if there was no one else in the world but just the three of them, their tight, golden friendship. Draco could almost throw up in disgust. He saw Ron's hand lift up almost as if he was about to stroke Hermione's hair while she was blissfully oblivious to the fact that Ron would lick the bottoms of her shoes if she asked him to.
"Draco, you must be thinking hard," said Pansy, simpering, purring, like a sick cat. Draco felt his stomach turn again. Pansy sat down on his lap. Draco resisted the urge to push her off. Pansy leaned forward, trying to look at him from beneath her lashes. Once again Draco felt his mind turn back to Hermione. She did that to him before, unintentionally. She had been looking down, reading, when he passed by. She looked up from beneath those thick lashes. Draco felt numbness as Pansy leaned forward and kissed him sloppily on the corner of his mouth. He turned his head and kissed her back, trying to avoid tongues at all cost but Pansy went right to them. Draco mentally pictured himself standing up and walking away, throwing up in some bathroom stall. Pansy giggled and kissed him again, her eyes closed, unlike Draco's. His were staring straight at Hermione.
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*lalala, please R&R I want to know if you guys like it so far! heehee, thanks for reading guys!