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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
4,520
Reviews:
23
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Currently Reading:
0
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chapter 2
A/N I OWN NOTHING
Most of the class exploded in tremulous laughter, all except for five. Harry and Ron looked completely Horror-struck their mouths agape in silent screams of horror. Pansy looked as if she was going to cry and Crabbe and Goyle kept faithfully straight faces cracking their knuckles menacingly at those who dared to laugh at Malfoys unfortunate predicament.
Even Snape’s mouth had begun to twitch at the corners.
“You two\" He drawled in a bored fashion pointing a slender finger in Hermione and Draco\'s direction, \"you are excused from the rest of the lesson, make your way to Dumbledore’s office, and the rest of you, continue in silence.”
The effect of his words was instantaneous as the rest of the class hastily began their work and Severus suppressed a smirk. He loved the power that he held over the class.
Draco grunted in frustration at his professor’s words, he yanked his arm roughly and began to stride towards the dungeon doors. This sudden action caused Hermione to let out a high pitched yelp, her mary-janes scuffing the hard stone floor as Draco half-dragged her unceremoniously out of the class room.
“Malfoy! Slow down, you’re hurting me!”
Draco ripped round his eyes blazing.
“Shut up you filthy mudblood! It’s hardly my fault you have stubby legs! Now the faster we go the faster I can get you off of me!”
He turned round continuing with his unrelentingly fast pace muttering something about needing a shower after this ordeal is over with.
Hermione rolled her eyes skyward but made no further protests during the rest of their journey.
Upon arriving at Dumbledore’s marble gargoyle Draco smirked and ran a hand through his now dishevelled hair, smoothing it completely flat against his head before clearing his throat
“Chocolate Frogs” He said his voice calm and clear, Hermione was amazed, how on earth was he not out of breath! Hermione’s breathing was ragged and she clutched at her side.
Draco turned to look at her cocking a perfectly plucked eyebrow.
“Gods Granger, You are so un-fit!” he exclaimed before pulling her up the stairs, not even giving her a chance to reply.
Dumbledore watched the students come up the stairs and unsuccessfully attempted to stifle a chuckle.
“Ah, now what seems to be the problem?”
Dumbledore’s sapphire eyes sparkled mischievously.
“Can’t you bloody well tell!?” Malfoy sneered viciously, “We. Are. Stuck. Together.”
He spoke slowly as if explaining to a child, but Dumbledore remained unfazed.
“So I see.” He replied politely, “And what would you propose that I did about it?”
Malfoy opened his mouth but was silenced with a graceful wave of Hermione’s hand.
“We were hoping sir, that maybe you could separate us?”
At this Dumbledore laughed. A light tinkly laugh that was somewhat reminiscent of wind chimes.
“Oh, I’m afraid I can’t do that, you were hit with a very potent binding potion, you’ll be stuck like that for a week.”
Hermione’s mouth hung open in shock, a week? How was she meant to survive a week with the insufferable prat?!
Malfoys scowl deepened, so that his face was contorted with fury.
“WHAT??”
Dumbledore smiled pleasantly.
“Don’t worry you will be given a separate dorm away from your perspective houses for the sake of reducing arguments. Do you have any further questions?... No? Good. I’ll show you to your chambers.”
And with that Dumbledore regally swept out of the room in a flurry of violet and blue robes.
Draco and Hermione stood flabbergasted staring after their headmaster, mouths agape in horror, but it was Hermione who came to her senses first and pulled her arm harshly.
“Come on Malfoy!” she said and it was her turn to drag him away and after their professor.
“Here we are!” exclaimed Dumbledore proudly coming to a halt in front of a portrait of a very sour looking witch. “The password is ‘Unity’, very appropriate wouldn’t you say? Now, you are to remain here for the rest of the day, normal lessons will resume tomorrow. Have fun!”
Malfoy grunted gruffly, fun indeed, and he spat the password at the portrait who looked instantly affronted. The portrait slowly swung open and Draco was almost positive he could hear the witch complain in a throaty voice about young people and their manners.
Hermione and Malfoy stumbled unceremoniously though the portrait hole.
It was fairly simple, decorated in a pale blue with light wood furnishings, there was a door to the left which Hermione could only assume led to a bedroom, she turned and faced the centre of the room to find a flagon of pumpkin juice on the table and a plate of sandwiches.
Without paying any heed to Hermione Draco marched purposefully towards with food and began to help himself whilst Hermione sipped at a goblet of pumpkin juice.
Several minuites passed like this when Draco heard Hermione speak in a small squeaky voice.
“What was that?” he snapped at her, his mouth full of ham and turkey sandwich, he didn’t care to waste manners on a mere mudblood.
“I said I need the toilet!”
Most of the class exploded in tremulous laughter, all except for five. Harry and Ron looked completely Horror-struck their mouths agape in silent screams of horror. Pansy looked as if she was going to cry and Crabbe and Goyle kept faithfully straight faces cracking their knuckles menacingly at those who dared to laugh at Malfoys unfortunate predicament.
Even Snape’s mouth had begun to twitch at the corners.
“You two\" He drawled in a bored fashion pointing a slender finger in Hermione and Draco\'s direction, \"you are excused from the rest of the lesson, make your way to Dumbledore’s office, and the rest of you, continue in silence.”
The effect of his words was instantaneous as the rest of the class hastily began their work and Severus suppressed a smirk. He loved the power that he held over the class.
Draco grunted in frustration at his professor’s words, he yanked his arm roughly and began to stride towards the dungeon doors. This sudden action caused Hermione to let out a high pitched yelp, her mary-janes scuffing the hard stone floor as Draco half-dragged her unceremoniously out of the class room.
“Malfoy! Slow down, you’re hurting me!”
Draco ripped round his eyes blazing.
“Shut up you filthy mudblood! It’s hardly my fault you have stubby legs! Now the faster we go the faster I can get you off of me!”
He turned round continuing with his unrelentingly fast pace muttering something about needing a shower after this ordeal is over with.
Hermione rolled her eyes skyward but made no further protests during the rest of their journey.
Upon arriving at Dumbledore’s marble gargoyle Draco smirked and ran a hand through his now dishevelled hair, smoothing it completely flat against his head before clearing his throat
“Chocolate Frogs” He said his voice calm and clear, Hermione was amazed, how on earth was he not out of breath! Hermione’s breathing was ragged and she clutched at her side.
Draco turned to look at her cocking a perfectly plucked eyebrow.
“Gods Granger, You are so un-fit!” he exclaimed before pulling her up the stairs, not even giving her a chance to reply.
Dumbledore watched the students come up the stairs and unsuccessfully attempted to stifle a chuckle.
“Ah, now what seems to be the problem?”
Dumbledore’s sapphire eyes sparkled mischievously.
“Can’t you bloody well tell!?” Malfoy sneered viciously, “We. Are. Stuck. Together.”
He spoke slowly as if explaining to a child, but Dumbledore remained unfazed.
“So I see.” He replied politely, “And what would you propose that I did about it?”
Malfoy opened his mouth but was silenced with a graceful wave of Hermione’s hand.
“We were hoping sir, that maybe you could separate us?”
At this Dumbledore laughed. A light tinkly laugh that was somewhat reminiscent of wind chimes.
“Oh, I’m afraid I can’t do that, you were hit with a very potent binding potion, you’ll be stuck like that for a week.”
Hermione’s mouth hung open in shock, a week? How was she meant to survive a week with the insufferable prat?!
Malfoys scowl deepened, so that his face was contorted with fury.
“WHAT??”
Dumbledore smiled pleasantly.
“Don’t worry you will be given a separate dorm away from your perspective houses for the sake of reducing arguments. Do you have any further questions?... No? Good. I’ll show you to your chambers.”
And with that Dumbledore regally swept out of the room in a flurry of violet and blue robes.
Draco and Hermione stood flabbergasted staring after their headmaster, mouths agape in horror, but it was Hermione who came to her senses first and pulled her arm harshly.
“Come on Malfoy!” she said and it was her turn to drag him away and after their professor.
“Here we are!” exclaimed Dumbledore proudly coming to a halt in front of a portrait of a very sour looking witch. “The password is ‘Unity’, very appropriate wouldn’t you say? Now, you are to remain here for the rest of the day, normal lessons will resume tomorrow. Have fun!”
Malfoy grunted gruffly, fun indeed, and he spat the password at the portrait who looked instantly affronted. The portrait slowly swung open and Draco was almost positive he could hear the witch complain in a throaty voice about young people and their manners.
Hermione and Malfoy stumbled unceremoniously though the portrait hole.
It was fairly simple, decorated in a pale blue with light wood furnishings, there was a door to the left which Hermione could only assume led to a bedroom, she turned and faced the centre of the room to find a flagon of pumpkin juice on the table and a plate of sandwiches.
Without paying any heed to Hermione Draco marched purposefully towards with food and began to help himself whilst Hermione sipped at a goblet of pumpkin juice.
Several minuites passed like this when Draco heard Hermione speak in a small squeaky voice.
“What was that?” he snapped at her, his mouth full of ham and turkey sandwich, he didn’t care to waste manners on a mere mudblood.
“I said I need the toilet!”