The Most Dangerous Thing a Slytherin Could Do
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Face the Fierce Gryffindor
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Chapter 5- Face the Fierce Gryffindor.
Hermione awoke Saturday morning with the sunlight cascading down through her shimmering gold curtains. Stretching the sleep from her muscles, she yawned and opened her hazel eyes to see Crookshanks stretching as well.
"Good morning Shanks." she smiled as she ran a danty hand over his back. He purred at her scratch and bounced off the bed and into the darkness of her corners. "I wounder what he does all day. Ah, to be a fat house cat." She giggled at a song by Iron and Wine that had the line a big fat house cat in one of the versus. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she stood up and put on her house rob, tying a loose knot at her waist. Walking over to her full lenght mirror, she ran a hand threw her silken tresses. 'What a mess!' she hissed at her apperence. She was dull in her eyes. Every girl had brown hair. What made hers any different? Hermione then remember last night in the bathroom. 'Ruddy git. Just walzing into the bathroom like he owns the place. I outta kick his ass...' her thoughts were stop when she heard a tapping at her door. 'Who the hell could that be?'
"Hello?" she called out. "Who is it?"
"House keeping. Who else would it be Granger?" Draco said sternly. 'Malfoy. What the hell does he want? Oh, think of the devil and he shall appear.' she mused.
"What do you want ferret?"
"May I come in?" 'Did he just ask permission?' Thinking about it for a momment, weighing her options she sighed and walked to the door. Opening the wooden door, she saw the Prince of Slytherin standing in the door way, clad in his pajama pants and black t-shirt. 'Does he own anything other than black and silver? But then again, he looks bloody good. Oh! Bad bad.'"Yes?" Hermione asked trying to push away the thoughts of a sexy Malfoy.
"My mother wrote me."
"Oh, um. Good for you?" 'Why the hell would I want to know if his mother wrote to him.' She looked at him with a puzzled look. He wasn't sneering at her like he normally did. He was just, existing. No real emtion on his face. But, his eyes, his eyes held something and she couldnt' figure out what it was.
"Well, yes. But not really." Draco stammered. 'Bloody hell, even in a damn house robe she's good looking. Whoa, get your self straight here Draco.' Shaking his head, he continued. "You see, my mother wrote to me. And well, in short, she wanted me to invite you to brunch."
"Your mother said this? Your mother? Brunch?" Hermione was confused. Mrs. Malfoy wanted her at her manor for brunch? Oh, she definetly needed to go back to bed.
"Yes Granger. Brunch with my mother. I find it hard to believe myself. Who the bloody hell knows why she wants the likes of you there." he snorted.
"Hm. Well you can tell your mother to sod off. I will not be having any of my meals with the Queen of Slytherin herself. Good day to you Malfoy." Hermione sneered as she started to close the door. Her attempts were futile as Draco pushed his hand against the closing door.
"It isn't up for debate. My mother would like you there." Draco pushed harder against the door, easily winning with his strength. "And you really should not call my mother such things."
"Why the hell not?" She hissed. He was loney if he thought she was going to eat at his house. With HIS mother. Goodness knows what she would do to the poor Gryffindor.
"She is a lady unlike you. Think of her what you will, but you will not dispresect my mother as such again." Crossing her arms across her chest, she huffed. "All she wants to do is brunch. Talk with the Head Girl. Nothing more. My mother is not father."
"Oh, and is that to make me feel better?" Draco was getting really pissed now. Why couldn't she just say yes? Really.
"Listen Granger. I'm going to tell my mother that your coming on the fithteenth of October. And you are going." Hermione shot daggers at him as he leaned against the door frame. His impressive height of six foot was clearly noticible agaisnt her small frame. Still she didn't let the physical presence of him shake her.
"I'm sorry. I have to finish getting ready. Mustn't let a LADY look horrid, now should we? Now if you excuse me, I am to meet Harry and Ginny in half an hour and I am still undecent."
"You'll always be undecent Granger." 'Oh, bad choice of words there Drac.' Hermione pierced him with a hated look, spun, grabbed her wand, and shouted at the door, slamming it shut in his face. 'Well that was rude.' Draco humfed.
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Chapter 5- Face the Fierce Gryffindor.
Hermione awoke Saturday morning with the sunlight cascading down through her shimmering gold curtains. Stretching the sleep from her muscles, she yawned and opened her hazel eyes to see Crookshanks stretching as well.
"Good morning Shanks." she smiled as she ran a danty hand over his back. He purred at her scratch and bounced off the bed and into the darkness of her corners. "I wounder what he does all day. Ah, to be a fat house cat." She giggled at a song by Iron and Wine that had the line a big fat house cat in one of the versus. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she stood up and put on her house rob, tying a loose knot at her waist. Walking over to her full lenght mirror, she ran a hand threw her silken tresses. 'What a mess!' she hissed at her apperence. She was dull in her eyes. Every girl had brown hair. What made hers any different? Hermione then remember last night in the bathroom. 'Ruddy git. Just walzing into the bathroom like he owns the place. I outta kick his ass...' her thoughts were stop when she heard a tapping at her door. 'Who the hell could that be?'
"Hello?" she called out. "Who is it?"
"House keeping. Who else would it be Granger?" Draco said sternly. 'Malfoy. What the hell does he want? Oh, think of the devil and he shall appear.' she mused.
"What do you want ferret?"
"May I come in?" 'Did he just ask permission?' Thinking about it for a momment, weighing her options she sighed and walked to the door. Opening the wooden door, she saw the Prince of Slytherin standing in the door way, clad in his pajama pants and black t-shirt. 'Does he own anything other than black and silver? But then again, he looks bloody good. Oh! Bad bad.'"Yes?" Hermione asked trying to push away the thoughts of a sexy Malfoy.
"My mother wrote me."
"Oh, um. Good for you?" 'Why the hell would I want to know if his mother wrote to him.' She looked at him with a puzzled look. He wasn't sneering at her like he normally did. He was just, existing. No real emtion on his face. But, his eyes, his eyes held something and she couldnt' figure out what it was.
"Well, yes. But not really." Draco stammered. 'Bloody hell, even in a damn house robe she's good looking. Whoa, get your self straight here Draco.' Shaking his head, he continued. "You see, my mother wrote to me. And well, in short, she wanted me to invite you to brunch."
"Your mother said this? Your mother? Brunch?" Hermione was confused. Mrs. Malfoy wanted her at her manor for brunch? Oh, she definetly needed to go back to bed.
"Yes Granger. Brunch with my mother. I find it hard to believe myself. Who the bloody hell knows why she wants the likes of you there." he snorted.
"Hm. Well you can tell your mother to sod off. I will not be having any of my meals with the Queen of Slytherin herself. Good day to you Malfoy." Hermione sneered as she started to close the door. Her attempts were futile as Draco pushed his hand against the closing door.
"It isn't up for debate. My mother would like you there." Draco pushed harder against the door, easily winning with his strength. "And you really should not call my mother such things."
"Why the hell not?" She hissed. He was loney if he thought she was going to eat at his house. With HIS mother. Goodness knows what she would do to the poor Gryffindor.
"She is a lady unlike you. Think of her what you will, but you will not dispresect my mother as such again." Crossing her arms across her chest, she huffed. "All she wants to do is brunch. Talk with the Head Girl. Nothing more. My mother is not father."
"Oh, and is that to make me feel better?" Draco was getting really pissed now. Why couldn't she just say yes? Really.
"Listen Granger. I'm going to tell my mother that your coming on the fithteenth of October. And you are going." Hermione shot daggers at him as he leaned against the door frame. His impressive height of six foot was clearly noticible agaisnt her small frame. Still she didn't let the physical presence of him shake her.
"I'm sorry. I have to finish getting ready. Mustn't let a LADY look horrid, now should we? Now if you excuse me, I am to meet Harry and Ginny in half an hour and I am still undecent."
"You'll always be undecent Granger." 'Oh, bad choice of words there Drac.' Hermione pierced him with a hated look, spun, grabbed her wand, and shouted at the door, slamming it shut in his face. 'Well that was rude.' Draco humfed.
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What do ya think? getting better? id love suggestions!
malfoymisstressk