THE PHOENIX
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
24
Views:
24,966
Reviews:
78
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter Three
Chapter Three
Draco sat in the Great Hall, his gaze scanning the room. He hated these opening speeches and sorting. Dumbledore droned on and on about rules and regulations that have not changed in all the seven years he has attended Hogwarts. He was bored.
He grabbed up the motorcycle magazine of Goyle’s and started flipping though the pages. The bikes did interest him, as unknown to a lot of people, he had a motorcycle of his own at home. His fingers slowed as he came to the shots of the girl that Crabbe and Goyle were ogling earlier. There was a six page spread of just her. Pictures or her leaning, straddling or laying back on a motorbike that had a fiery phoenix painted on the side. She had long black hair that seemed to blend with the leather she wore. In one picture she wore a barely-there black leather bikini with leather chaps. There was one of her wearing low rider jean shorts with a bikini top, on her head she wore a bandana that held her hair back as she knelt at the side of the same bike, oil and grease streaks on her face and body. Another picture she was facing the camera, topless with faded jeans, the top closure opened, the zipper half way down. A black haired guy was behind her, his face in her neck as his arm covered her breasts and his other hand on her lower stomach, slipping into the opening of her jeans. The guy was tanned and had a stag tattoo on his upper arm, his face completely hidden in her neck. He continued looking at the pictures.
He read the article that was with the pictures. It turned out that the model was actually the rider in the picture insets, of races she had won. The last picture was her facing away from the camera, the same black haired guy’s hand around her back, tugging the one side of her jeans lower on her hip. Her phoenix tattoo showing brightly against the tanned skin. The article stated she went under the name ‘Phoenix’. No other name. He just couldn’t shake the feeling that he should know her and the black haired guy from somewhere.
He was brought out of his musings by Crabbe who was elbowing him at his side. Draco looked up just as Dumbledore was to announce Head Boy and Head Girl.
He nodded at the acknowledgment, then looked to Granger who smiled warmly to the students. ‘It was going to be a long year,’ he thought to himself, knowing he would be in the same dormitory with Granger for the year.
When Hermione finally was able to get away from the Gryffindor tower, she made her way to the sixth floor where the Head dorms were. She approached the large portrait and said the password. Once opened, she stepped through, hanging her school robe on a nearby hook.
The common room was a bit smaller than the house common rooms, but was made even more comfortable because of it. A large desk sat by the window with a large bookcase at it’s side, full with books on their classes this year. She looked out at the darkening horizon and could just make out the quidditch pitch in the distance.
She turned to look around the room and was surprised to see Malfoy looking at her. “Malfoy, you startled me,” she laughed.
“Well, maybe you should get your head out of the clouds,” he sneered then picked up his book again.
She smirked, “Probably,” she replied and continued to look around the room. “Have you checked out your rooms yet?”
Draco looked up irritably. “Yes.”
“Are they nice?”
“Yes.”
“Is your vocabulary limited to one word responses?” She smirked as she opened a nearby door to see a bathroom with two sinks. “Do we share a bathroom?”
He smirked, “Yes, looks that way.”
“Wow. That was four words all at once,” she laughed as she went to her bedroom door. “Oh.....and Malfoy.” His eyebrow rose. “Congratulations on making Head Boy.” And went on to check out her own rooms.
She looked around, pleased at the room. She noticed that her belongings were all put away, her school books stacked on her desk. The furnishings were a deep cherry wood, looking almost black against the red coverlet. The room had a definite Gryffindor feel to it, complete with a lion tapestry that hung on the wall. She dug into her trunk to take out her music box....ghetto....stereo, whatever one likes to call it, and waved her wand over it, reciting a spell she had learned from Sirius for her to be able to play her music inside of the school. Usually with the magic that surrounded Hogwart’s, a student was not able to do this. Not too many of the purebloods noticed this, but the ones that were brought up around muggles liked their music and were always trying to find a way to overcome this obstacle. Sirius had noticed that Hermione liked music so he told her the spell to kind of over-ride the barrier that surrounded the school walls.
She took a CD disc from it’s case and slipped it into the player. Faint sounds of keyboards then drums drifted into the room. She turned up the volume as ‘Rammstein’ boomed through the room. She changed into her sweat pants and tank top and lay on her stomach on the bed, writing a letter to her parents, her feet swinging behind her, her head bobbing as she listened to the music.
Draco glared at her closed door and started reading his book again. When the music blared through her door, he closed his book in frustration and went into his own room, putting a silencing charm on so he wouldn’t hear the music. “Inconsiderate mudblood,” he mumbled to an empty room as he readied himself for bed, wondering on Granger’s change of attitude towards him. She had gotten to be a smart-ass recently and wondered how he could wipe that smirk off her face.
Thanks to Lessa for Beta reading. Punctuation sucks!!!!!
Draco sat in the Great Hall, his gaze scanning the room. He hated these opening speeches and sorting. Dumbledore droned on and on about rules and regulations that have not changed in all the seven years he has attended Hogwarts. He was bored.
He grabbed up the motorcycle magazine of Goyle’s and started flipping though the pages. The bikes did interest him, as unknown to a lot of people, he had a motorcycle of his own at home. His fingers slowed as he came to the shots of the girl that Crabbe and Goyle were ogling earlier. There was a six page spread of just her. Pictures or her leaning, straddling or laying back on a motorbike that had a fiery phoenix painted on the side. She had long black hair that seemed to blend with the leather she wore. In one picture she wore a barely-there black leather bikini with leather chaps. There was one of her wearing low rider jean shorts with a bikini top, on her head she wore a bandana that held her hair back as she knelt at the side of the same bike, oil and grease streaks on her face and body. Another picture she was facing the camera, topless with faded jeans, the top closure opened, the zipper half way down. A black haired guy was behind her, his face in her neck as his arm covered her breasts and his other hand on her lower stomach, slipping into the opening of her jeans. The guy was tanned and had a stag tattoo on his upper arm, his face completely hidden in her neck. He continued looking at the pictures.
He read the article that was with the pictures. It turned out that the model was actually the rider in the picture insets, of races she had won. The last picture was her facing away from the camera, the same black haired guy’s hand around her back, tugging the one side of her jeans lower on her hip. Her phoenix tattoo showing brightly against the tanned skin. The article stated she went under the name ‘Phoenix’. No other name. He just couldn’t shake the feeling that he should know her and the black haired guy from somewhere.
He was brought out of his musings by Crabbe who was elbowing him at his side. Draco looked up just as Dumbledore was to announce Head Boy and Head Girl.
He nodded at the acknowledgment, then looked to Granger who smiled warmly to the students. ‘It was going to be a long year,’ he thought to himself, knowing he would be in the same dormitory with Granger for the year.
When Hermione finally was able to get away from the Gryffindor tower, she made her way to the sixth floor where the Head dorms were. She approached the large portrait and said the password. Once opened, she stepped through, hanging her school robe on a nearby hook.
The common room was a bit smaller than the house common rooms, but was made even more comfortable because of it. A large desk sat by the window with a large bookcase at it’s side, full with books on their classes this year. She looked out at the darkening horizon and could just make out the quidditch pitch in the distance.
She turned to look around the room and was surprised to see Malfoy looking at her. “Malfoy, you startled me,” she laughed.
“Well, maybe you should get your head out of the clouds,” he sneered then picked up his book again.
She smirked, “Probably,” she replied and continued to look around the room. “Have you checked out your rooms yet?”
Draco looked up irritably. “Yes.”
“Are they nice?”
“Yes.”
“Is your vocabulary limited to one word responses?” She smirked as she opened a nearby door to see a bathroom with two sinks. “Do we share a bathroom?”
He smirked, “Yes, looks that way.”
“Wow. That was four words all at once,” she laughed as she went to her bedroom door. “Oh.....and Malfoy.” His eyebrow rose. “Congratulations on making Head Boy.” And went on to check out her own rooms.
She looked around, pleased at the room. She noticed that her belongings were all put away, her school books stacked on her desk. The furnishings were a deep cherry wood, looking almost black against the red coverlet. The room had a definite Gryffindor feel to it, complete with a lion tapestry that hung on the wall. She dug into her trunk to take out her music box....ghetto....stereo, whatever one likes to call it, and waved her wand over it, reciting a spell she had learned from Sirius for her to be able to play her music inside of the school. Usually with the magic that surrounded Hogwart’s, a student was not able to do this. Not too many of the purebloods noticed this, but the ones that were brought up around muggles liked their music and were always trying to find a way to overcome this obstacle. Sirius had noticed that Hermione liked music so he told her the spell to kind of over-ride the barrier that surrounded the school walls.
She took a CD disc from it’s case and slipped it into the player. Faint sounds of keyboards then drums drifted into the room. She turned up the volume as ‘Rammstein’ boomed through the room. She changed into her sweat pants and tank top and lay on her stomach on the bed, writing a letter to her parents, her feet swinging behind her, her head bobbing as she listened to the music.
Draco glared at her closed door and started reading his book again. When the music blared through her door, he closed his book in frustration and went into his own room, putting a silencing charm on so he wouldn’t hear the music. “Inconsiderate mudblood,” he mumbled to an empty room as he readied himself for bed, wondering on Granger’s change of attitude towards him. She had gotten to be a smart-ass recently and wondered how he could wipe that smirk off her face.
Thanks to Lessa for Beta reading. Punctuation sucks!!!!!