The Most Dangerous Thing a Slytherin Could Do

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Hey heres chapter two. My account closed when I had written the orginal to this so I hope this will be a better version. Maybe....Well. Remember R & R!!
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Chapter 2-Gryffindor Princess

Slamming the old text shut, Hermione coughed as dust puffed out of the pages. Waving her hand infront of her face, water prickeling her eyes, she heard a pair of foot steps headed her way from the front of the library.

"Oi, Hermione. Still here?" question Harry. She looked up wiping away stray tears and smiled. Her friend had grown so much over the course of seven years. Gone was the lanky skinny boy and in with the tall and handsome man who stood in front of her. He dark hair highlighted his emerald green eyes now filled with light and joy since the winning of the war. Voldemort fell the previous summer, Harry who was the Boy-Who-Lived was now known throughout the wizarding world as the Boy-Who-Kicked-Ass. A hero no doubt.

"Oh, yes. Professor Binns is being a git and gave us double assinment. Damn Goyles fault. Came in late and punished all of us." she said sourly. Although Professor Binns is a ghost that romes the halls of Hogwarts, he was asked to teach an Advanced History of Magic. Hermione, never being one to back down from anything challenging and had Professor Binn's before he died, she ofcourse, was one of the very few that took the class.

Standing up to her small frame of 5"3, she put the book back it in its spot. "Where's Ron?"

"He's up with Lavender in the common room. No doubt snogging while everyone is starting to go down for dinner." He snickered. His best friend Ron used to be madly in love with Hermione. But after the war, they both relalized that they were better off as friends. Ron, had no problem going after his next choice, Lavender Brown.

During their sixth year, Lavender and shown him how appriciated he should be. Being best friends to the Boy Who Lived and the Brightest Witch of Their Age, took a toll on Ron's self being. Hermione, moved on. Holding no ill feelings towards Lavender or Ron, she was happy that he had found someone who saw just how special he was.

"Oh, well. Umm, are you heading down for dinner then?" She blushed. Hermione, even though she was eighteen, still had trouble with public displays of affection, or any affection at all from the opposite sex. Sure, she could hold a civil intellegent conversation with males, it was anything that strayed away from the lastest chemical equations in potions or transfiguration.

"Yeah, I came here to get you first before I go get Gin from the Quidditch feild. She was practicing with Seemus this afternoon for the up coming season." Harry smiled as he mention his long time girlfriend the next Princess of Gryffindor, Ginny Weasly.

"Well, thanks Harry, but I want to go soak in that beautiful tub that's up in my bathroom. As Head Girl, I intend to put it to good use."

"Mk Herms, I'll see you tomorrow then for first class?" They stopped at the library's double doors as Harry opended the door for her. Stepping through, she twirled around and nodded. Kissing him on the cheek, she left him for her shared common room, with the arrogent git himself, Draco Malfoy. Skipping down the hall, determined to not let the ferret ruin her good mood, she smiled at the thought of a warm bubble bath, soaking for an hour or so. Reaching the portrait of the lady in the dress from the late 1500's, she greeted the women.

"Good evening Temperance."

"Oh, good evening Ms. Granger. Not going to dinner tonight?" the lady asked as she moved from her chair to stand.

"No, I want to break in that tub." Hermione answered with a smile. "Sugar Drops."

"Have a nice night miss." the portrait said as she swung open.

"You too." Stepping up the small steps, she put her bag down on the sofa infront of the fire and sighed in content from taking the weight of nine books off her shoulders. Turning to the fire place, she pulled out her wand and pointed to the fireplace, watching in satisfaction as flames erupted from the logs. Smiling as the fire started to warm the chilled room, she walked over to the bathroom door, kicking off her mary janes as she walked by her bedroom door.

"Wonder where Malfoy is. He usually has a slag snogging with him in the common room this time of night. Hm." She shook her curly gold brown hair, hoping the thought of Malfoy kissing some Slytherin Slut, would dissapear. Looking into her small mirror, she looked over her facial features. The roundness of her cheeks have concaved into elegant arches and dips that rested on her cheek bones. Her natural dark and long lashes covered her hazel eyes from the dimmed light of the bathroom. Small light freckles were dusted on her small nose and under her eyes. Shrugging woundering what she was looking at, she started to unzip her skirt and dress shirt. Walking over to the tub in the corner of the room clad in her matching hot pink panties and bra, she adjusted the water to her preferred temperature. Smiling at the filling tub she un-hooked her bra and slipped her panties down her flared hips before she slipped into the welcoming bath. Pulling her curls up into a messy bun ontop of her head, Hermione lulled into a blishfull state as the sented water of raspberries lulled out of the water. Unbenost to her, the bathroom door opened up, stepping in was the Slytherin Prince himself, Draco Malfoy.



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I know there short. But I figure this will keep you in suspence. Hopefully. Well tell me what you think!