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We Meet Again... Ugh.
a/n: thanks to rynstar15 & caseyjarryn for the reviews! I won’t reveal any spoilers but this is Dramione we’re talking about :P
CHAPTER TWO: WE MEET AGAIN... UGH.
“Head Girl means everything we do wrong, you accidentally go blind for a moment, right?” Ron questioned. “Oh, and you’ll secretly give Gryffindor points every now and then.”
“If I catch you doing anything that you shouldn’t be doing,” Hermione scolded. “Ronald, please don’t make me take points because of my friends own foolish behaviour. How embarrassing.”
“Embarrassing? Hardly. You should take it as a compliment that we still live on the edge.” Ron grinned stupidly and skipped in his walk like a side step. “Breakin’ all the rules just cause’ our friend is holdin’ high authority – woo hoo!”
“You really are a simple creature, aren’t you?” Hermione shook her head and sighed as they turned into the great hall. “Look, I will help you with anything you want this year because I know that’s what this little show is all about. Just... just please don’t make me hand out penalties to you.”
Ron beamed, “Deal.”
“That was low.” Harry chuckled. “Even for you, Ron.”
Ron shrugged, “I had to try, right mate? But look what I got us? A helping hand all year! This year is gonna be tough – we need Hermione.”
“Oh don’t be silly. It won’t be that hard.” Hermione snorted.
“Says you brain child.” Ginny upped from behind them. “But, you will have a hold on every little extracurricular activity this year... such as balls?”
Hermione rolled her eyes, “Yes I will let you know whenever there is a dance coming up.”
Ginny clapped her hands together, “Yay!”
The trio plus one took their seats at the Gryffindor table, continuing to chat about this that and the other. Meanwhile, at the entrance to the great hall, Draco Malfoy was walking in, his usually thuggish demeanour scaring the hell out of every first year that looked at him. he merely smirked as they all went down to the front of the hall to be sorted.
“Head Boy.” Pansy drawled. “Finally graced up with your authority.”
“What makes you think I got my authority from a simple badge, Parkinson?” Draco raised an eyebrow and sat down opposite her.
She merely rolled her eyes and looked away; Blaise’s sharp slap against his back brought him out of his irritation, “Blind yet, or what Malfoy?”
“Blinder than ever my friend.” Draco grinned. “I just can’t wait to start throwing detentions at those goody-goody Gryffindors.”
“Gonna give em hell this year then ay? Count me in brother.” Blaise nodded.
“Over the degenerate Weaslette already?” Draco snorted mockingly. “I guess she didn’t wanna give up her precious virginity to you.”
Blaise shrugged, “Pussy is pussy, Malfoy. You know that just as well as I do. Virgins are just that much more fun – and there aren’t many left at Hogwarts.” He shot a look at Pansy and laughed.
“Shut your face before I do it for you, Zambini.” Pansy snarled.
Draco and Blaise shared a look then burst into laughter. The disgruntled Slytherin shook her head and turned towards the front of the hall, trying her very best to ignore them both laughing at her expense. So she wasn’t a virgin, big deal. She, unlike them, had a proper relationship, even if it was outside the castle.
“Oh god, how’s Derrick then Pansy?” Blaise snorted. “Still shovelling shit at Durmstrang or what?”
Draco laughed as she ignored them “Oh look at her face, she’s trying so hard to ignore us. Hilarious – you’re always good for a laugh, Pans.”
“Don’t call me Pans.” She growled.
They both laughed and pointed out her inability to ignore them for longer than a minute, “Lighten up Pans.” Blaise teased. “It’s the first day of our last year. We need to have a bit of fun before we all go our separate ways.”
Pansy frowned, “Our separate... what? What are you talking about?”
“Well I’ll be going into the Ministry to work my way up to become Minister,” Draco explained. ‘Blaise has decided to traipse his Italian Stallion bollocks all over the world and you’re... well, you’re doing what you’re doing. But I suppose I’ll see you around – when I send you to Azkaban of course.”
Pansy snorted, “Like you father will let you do anything other than what he’s been working so hard to make you grow up to be. We’ll be in it together.”
“He does not control my life, Parkinson. Get that straight.” Draco scowled angrily.
Pansy smirked, “Touched a nerve already?” she glanced at her watch. “That was quick. It’s not even nine yet... hmm.”
Blaise rolled his eyes and nudged Draco, “Ay, what about Granger?”
Draco looked at him, “What about her?”
“Virgin.” Blaise smirked, craning his neck slightly to look over at her. “Virgin all over, I bet.”
Draco looked too, “Bet what?”
Blaise looked at the smirk growing on Draco’s lips, “Oh yes brother, I bet.”
“Place ya bet man.” Draco said. “I’ll put down my new broom and fifty galleons.”
“Big bet.” Blaise thought it over. “Alright, I put down my new broom, fifty galleons and three of my trips to Hogsmeade – the third trip includes one night at The Hogs Head.”
Draco laughed, “How’d you get that?”
“Begged.” Blaise shrugged. “That new Potions aid is easy to get to. Or... into.”
“You two are sick.” Pansy commented. “Even though she is a filthy muggleborn, you’d still play with her emotions?”
They shared a look, “Yes.” They replied in unison.
She shook her head, “Animals.”
“Rawr, baby. Rawr.” Blaise winked.
The sorting ceremony went ahead; an unusual number of Slytherins were accepted, more than any other year. Gryffindor got the least: just six. But then again, there weren’t many first years to start with. Most of the parents had decided it was best to send their kids elsewhere, with Voldemort still terrorizing the wizarding world.
“Merlin, six Gryffindors?” Ron whined.
“I know, it’s a little off.” Hermione hummed. “But there wasn’t many to begin with.”
“And now,” Dumbledore boomed after the feast had finished. “It’s time to introduce the new Head Boy and Girl. Hermione Granger from Gryffindor,” Hermione stood up. “And Draco Malfoy of Slytherin.” Draco stood up. “In all my years at Hogwarts, only one other couple of students have battled with wits, grades and glory to win such a valiant position. We hope that Hermione and Draco will show just as much pride and valour as those two had. Congratulations!”
They turned to face each other and nodded in acknowledgement then sat back down, “That was almost a nightmare.” Hermione huffed.
“You have to spend the next year living with him,” Harry began. “The nightmare has only begun.”
“I’m not going to say that we’ll be here to punch the ferrets face in if he ever even looks twice at you because you already know that.” Ron said, reaching out to grab a chicken leg, but it disappeared. “Hey!”
“The feast is over, Ron.” Ginny shook her head. “The house elves don’t waste time in cleaning up.”
Ron mumbled something and stood up, “Stupid house- err... nothing.” He smiled innocently at Hermione’s dagger-type look.
“I’m going to take the first years off to Gryffindor.” Hermione said with a tone of finality. “I’ll see you two tomorrow.”
“In potions.” Harry sighed.
“We all got Potions together?” Ron smiled. “Thank Merlin!”
“I’ll help, not do it for you I said.” Hermione said pointedly.
Ron frowned, “Yeah yeah... okay. Night.”
“Night Hermione.” Harry smiled.
“Hermione!” Neville’s voice echoed through the corridor. “Hermione! Oh, I meant to congratulate you on being Head Girl.”
“Thanks Neville.” Hermione smiled, hugging the clumsy boy back.
“No worries.” He beamed. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She waved briefly and went back to the great hall, “Gryffindor first years?”
The group of kids looked frightened to no end, “Ah Miss Granger.” A voice drawled from behind her. “Looking fresh this year. Do something to your hair?”
“Congratulations Malfoy.” She said thickly.
“On what? Beating you at your own game or scaring the hell outta your first years?” he smirked. “But don’t worry, I didn’t tell them about the Basilisk yet.” He winked at the stunned first years. “I’ll see you at home Granger.”
Hermione’s nostrils flared, “Come on first years, this way.”
“Head Girl means everything we do wrong, you accidentally go blind for a moment, right?” Ron questioned. “Oh, and you’ll secretly give Gryffindor points every now and then.”
“If I catch you doing anything that you shouldn’t be doing,” Hermione scolded. “Ronald, please don’t make me take points because of my friends own foolish behaviour. How embarrassing.”
“Embarrassing? Hardly. You should take it as a compliment that we still live on the edge.” Ron grinned stupidly and skipped in his walk like a side step. “Breakin’ all the rules just cause’ our friend is holdin’ high authority – woo hoo!”
“You really are a simple creature, aren’t you?” Hermione shook her head and sighed as they turned into the great hall. “Look, I will help you with anything you want this year because I know that’s what this little show is all about. Just... just please don’t make me hand out penalties to you.”
Ron beamed, “Deal.”
“That was low.” Harry chuckled. “Even for you, Ron.”
Ron shrugged, “I had to try, right mate? But look what I got us? A helping hand all year! This year is gonna be tough – we need Hermione.”
“Oh don’t be silly. It won’t be that hard.” Hermione snorted.
“Says you brain child.” Ginny upped from behind them. “But, you will have a hold on every little extracurricular activity this year... such as balls?”
Hermione rolled her eyes, “Yes I will let you know whenever there is a dance coming up.”
Ginny clapped her hands together, “Yay!”
The trio plus one took their seats at the Gryffindor table, continuing to chat about this that and the other. Meanwhile, at the entrance to the great hall, Draco Malfoy was walking in, his usually thuggish demeanour scaring the hell out of every first year that looked at him. he merely smirked as they all went down to the front of the hall to be sorted.
“Head Boy.” Pansy drawled. “Finally graced up with your authority.”
“What makes you think I got my authority from a simple badge, Parkinson?” Draco raised an eyebrow and sat down opposite her.
She merely rolled her eyes and looked away; Blaise’s sharp slap against his back brought him out of his irritation, “Blind yet, or what Malfoy?”
“Blinder than ever my friend.” Draco grinned. “I just can’t wait to start throwing detentions at those goody-goody Gryffindors.”
“Gonna give em hell this year then ay? Count me in brother.” Blaise nodded.
“Over the degenerate Weaslette already?” Draco snorted mockingly. “I guess she didn’t wanna give up her precious virginity to you.”
Blaise shrugged, “Pussy is pussy, Malfoy. You know that just as well as I do. Virgins are just that much more fun – and there aren’t many left at Hogwarts.” He shot a look at Pansy and laughed.
“Shut your face before I do it for you, Zambini.” Pansy snarled.
Draco and Blaise shared a look then burst into laughter. The disgruntled Slytherin shook her head and turned towards the front of the hall, trying her very best to ignore them both laughing at her expense. So she wasn’t a virgin, big deal. She, unlike them, had a proper relationship, even if it was outside the castle.
“Oh god, how’s Derrick then Pansy?” Blaise snorted. “Still shovelling shit at Durmstrang or what?”
Draco laughed as she ignored them “Oh look at her face, she’s trying so hard to ignore us. Hilarious – you’re always good for a laugh, Pans.”
“Don’t call me Pans.” She growled.
They both laughed and pointed out her inability to ignore them for longer than a minute, “Lighten up Pans.” Blaise teased. “It’s the first day of our last year. We need to have a bit of fun before we all go our separate ways.”
Pansy frowned, “Our separate... what? What are you talking about?”
“Well I’ll be going into the Ministry to work my way up to become Minister,” Draco explained. ‘Blaise has decided to traipse his Italian Stallion bollocks all over the world and you’re... well, you’re doing what you’re doing. But I suppose I’ll see you around – when I send you to Azkaban of course.”
Pansy snorted, “Like you father will let you do anything other than what he’s been working so hard to make you grow up to be. We’ll be in it together.”
“He does not control my life, Parkinson. Get that straight.” Draco scowled angrily.
Pansy smirked, “Touched a nerve already?” she glanced at her watch. “That was quick. It’s not even nine yet... hmm.”
Blaise rolled his eyes and nudged Draco, “Ay, what about Granger?”
Draco looked at him, “What about her?”
“Virgin.” Blaise smirked, craning his neck slightly to look over at her. “Virgin all over, I bet.”
Draco looked too, “Bet what?”
Blaise looked at the smirk growing on Draco’s lips, “Oh yes brother, I bet.”
“Place ya bet man.” Draco said. “I’ll put down my new broom and fifty galleons.”
“Big bet.” Blaise thought it over. “Alright, I put down my new broom, fifty galleons and three of my trips to Hogsmeade – the third trip includes one night at The Hogs Head.”
Draco laughed, “How’d you get that?”
“Begged.” Blaise shrugged. “That new Potions aid is easy to get to. Or... into.”
“You two are sick.” Pansy commented. “Even though she is a filthy muggleborn, you’d still play with her emotions?”
They shared a look, “Yes.” They replied in unison.
She shook her head, “Animals.”
“Rawr, baby. Rawr.” Blaise winked.
The sorting ceremony went ahead; an unusual number of Slytherins were accepted, more than any other year. Gryffindor got the least: just six. But then again, there weren’t many first years to start with. Most of the parents had decided it was best to send their kids elsewhere, with Voldemort still terrorizing the wizarding world.
“Merlin, six Gryffindors?” Ron whined.
“I know, it’s a little off.” Hermione hummed. “But there wasn’t many to begin with.”
“And now,” Dumbledore boomed after the feast had finished. “It’s time to introduce the new Head Boy and Girl. Hermione Granger from Gryffindor,” Hermione stood up. “And Draco Malfoy of Slytherin.” Draco stood up. “In all my years at Hogwarts, only one other couple of students have battled with wits, grades and glory to win such a valiant position. We hope that Hermione and Draco will show just as much pride and valour as those two had. Congratulations!”
They turned to face each other and nodded in acknowledgement then sat back down, “That was almost a nightmare.” Hermione huffed.
“You have to spend the next year living with him,” Harry began. “The nightmare has only begun.”
“I’m not going to say that we’ll be here to punch the ferrets face in if he ever even looks twice at you because you already know that.” Ron said, reaching out to grab a chicken leg, but it disappeared. “Hey!”
“The feast is over, Ron.” Ginny shook her head. “The house elves don’t waste time in cleaning up.”
Ron mumbled something and stood up, “Stupid house- err... nothing.” He smiled innocently at Hermione’s dagger-type look.
“I’m going to take the first years off to Gryffindor.” Hermione said with a tone of finality. “I’ll see you two tomorrow.”
“In potions.” Harry sighed.
“We all got Potions together?” Ron smiled. “Thank Merlin!”
“I’ll help, not do it for you I said.” Hermione said pointedly.
Ron frowned, “Yeah yeah... okay. Night.”
“Night Hermione.” Harry smiled.
“Hermione!” Neville’s voice echoed through the corridor. “Hermione! Oh, I meant to congratulate you on being Head Girl.”
“Thanks Neville.” Hermione smiled, hugging the clumsy boy back.
“No worries.” He beamed. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She waved briefly and went back to the great hall, “Gryffindor first years?”
The group of kids looked frightened to no end, “Ah Miss Granger.” A voice drawled from behind her. “Looking fresh this year. Do something to your hair?”
“Congratulations Malfoy.” She said thickly.
“On what? Beating you at your own game or scaring the hell outta your first years?” he smirked. “But don’t worry, I didn’t tell them about the Basilisk yet.” He winked at the stunned first years. “I’ll see you at home Granger.”
Hermione’s nostrils flared, “Come on first years, this way.”