Pass It On

Chapter Six:

*Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies like and angel above...
Concrete Angel*
-Martina McBride : Concrete Angel


Draco sneered.

Nothing was ever as simple as it looked. Here he was, sitting in the Gryffindor common room with the two most loathable people in Hogwarts...and surprise, suprise...they really were the tossers that Draco had thought they were.

Talking about Quidditch like it was the best thing in the world. Well...it was but there were other things that they could talk about to amuse themselves with.

Everything seemed to flow through them, like they weren't effected by anything...like their lives were one easy ride all the way.

It didn't look as if they knew what pain felt like...they looked like they'd never experienced it...never known what it had felt like to be pulled from something you loved so much.

"But...The Chudley Cannons, i mean...lets be serious for a moment here...they are rather-

"-crap" Malfoy cut in, and then saw a scowl appear on Weasley's face.

It served him right...He'd almost taken advantage of Draco a few nights back...Not that anything had been said about it...neither of them had spoken to eachother. Ron would throw the odd glance, and Malfoy would glare back, utterly revolted.

*Well...looks like i've ruined one friendship* Malfoy thought evilly.

"Lupin's supposed to be contacting me in a few days time...he's going to be telling me if i'm allowed to stay with The Order for the Easter Holiday's" Harry told his two friends, throwing a golden all up into the air, and catching it again.

At this Draco's ears picked up. The Order? ... but wasn't that...?

"Yeah?" He asked as knowingly as he could, pretending to know exactly what Pothead was talking about. "So...who'll be there when you stay over?"

Harry sat and thought for a while. "Erm...you know, the usual"

Draco almost groaned outloud. What the hell? Was there no straight answers with this boy? Would he be forever quizical?

He tried again. "Yeah..i know the usual, but who? I mean, you could end up being there with someone you don't like or know very well"

Harry laughed at Draco and smiled. "Hermione, i don't mind any of them...they're like a second family to me. I mean...Tonks is great, and Ron's family are practically my family aswell...i like it, its taken a while to get over Sirius' death. Everyone helped me through it, and i've come out of it feeling alot less moarnful...i know now i can live my life again"

If Draco could look shocked he would of. Sirius Black? Nymphadora Tonks?..Remus Lupin? oh..this was something his father would find out from him for sure. Draco looked down at his lap, and groaned. He'd forgotten about his revision book for Arithmany, as he was too wound up about talking to Potter about The Order...whatever that actually was.

*Father will tell me* He thought idly, and then let the information rest at the back of his mind.


@',-- D&H --',@

Hermione sat next to Crabbe and Goyle for her Herbology lesson, and took great pride in the fact that -apart from Malfoy- she was obviously one of the brainiest people on the right hand side of the room.

The students wondered why Malfoy's hand was going up alot more than Hermione's, lately. This did put Herione off a little, as she realised that people would think that Malfoy was maybe over taking her in brain power. So every once in a while, she would send him the answer with her mind, and he would put his hand up and answer the questions.

*If i didn't know better, Malfoy...i'd say that you're a little on the thick side, lately* Hermione said mockingly, and saw Malfoy turn around from his place three desks infront of her, and put his finger up at her.

That was another thing that was causing curiosity with the other students. Why would they stick their fingers up at eachother in the middle of a lesson, when no words had been spoken? And the effect of this was causing a number of rumours.

Apparently Hermione and Malfoy had been doing eachother for three years, but never came
clean because their love would be broken apart if they did and Hermione would want to end her life because the feelings that she tad for Malfoy would drown her...

In other words, Lavender Brown was a bit of a story teller when it came to dishing out school gossip.

That rumour had started about four days ago...and had blown over as soon as Malfoy went around hexing anyone who so much as muttered the words 'Hermione', 'Malfoy', 'Shagging' and 'I saw it for myself' in the same sentence.

The rumour was quickly put to rest.

Hermione was cutting up her Mandrake root, thinking about anything and everything. She was in a happy mood at the moment, though she wasn't sure why. Maybe it was because Malfoy was finally making an effort to even be in the same room as Harry and Ron, and Hermione had finally forced him into research for an answer to their little predicament...they were finally getting somewhere.

At the end of the lesson, Professor Sprout made the announcement for the next Hogsmeade weekend, and as the class filed out of the hot greenhouse Hermione really wanted to take off her robes...and she did, feeling the air cooling her already.

Girls started staring at her, noticing the muscle-toned stomach beneath the plain white shirt she had put on that morning. Hell...even Hermione had noticed every time she got dressed and undressed...he had a nice ass too, but she'd NEVER tell him that without getting accused of things that his sex-crazed mind would make up.

Malfoy, on the other hand, was dying inside. He swore, when he got his own body back, he was going to shag everything in sight. It didn't make it any better that since the last time he had ATTEMPTED to do something about his ever-increasing horny-ness, he'd kept thinking about it even more, to a point where he was almost going to strip down and do it in the spot he was standing in. DAMN him for being in a woman's body!

What he REALLY wanted to do was pick up the local Hogwarts Lesbian and have his wicked way with her...but since Granger had paid his own body a little respect, he thought she'd deserved some, too.

*Damn the stupid little Mudblood know it all* He said tensely, looking over at himself as Granger talked to Blaise and Anna-Marie, a pretty blond girl that Malfoy had fucked a few months ago.

*You called?* Came Hermione's smug voice. She was on the other side of the grass, looking at him from where she was inbetween the two Slytherin's.

Draco smirked. *Yeah...are you feeling the pressure yet?* He asked curiously.

For a moment Hermione looked over at him quizically, and then went back to listening to Blaise' conversation.

*I can sense it from here, you know.Your dying to get your hands on my hard, hugely hung-

*Maggot* Hermione finished for him, laughing.

Draco just glared over at her. *Then you obviously haven't looked properly...*

*Oh...* came her voice, rather more seductively than she had hoped it would. *I have seen it...and i have to say...my expectations were rather dissapointed*

*bitch*

*Manwhore*

*Skit me about something that's WRONG with me* his voice was full of laughter.

Hermione turned and glared at him once more, only this time Blaise and Anna-Marie followed her gaze.

"You've been doing that alot lately" Blaise said informatively. "It's been pissing Pansy off...she thinks you don't love her anymore"

"I don't" Hermione said without thinking, and then turned back to Malfoy's friend's to see them looking at her with shocked expressions on their faces.

At this Anna-Marie grinned. "So...have anyone else in mind?" She purred seductively.

Hermione blanched. What was it that made women fall allover Draco Malfoy? ... it deffinately wasn't his...ahem, bait.

If she was completely honest then she hadn't actually looked at it at all. When she washed she resolved to putting a hazing charm on the bottom half of her body, which caused an instant mist when she walked into the shower, allowing her to see nothing, her still virgin eyes remaining undamaged.

*Earth to Granger, come in Granger* Came his voice, sounding as sarky as ever.

Hermione rolled her eyes. *I THOUGHT i was going to have some peace in my head...but it turns out i'm not, so thankyou for that*

*Your entirely welcome*

*Fuck Off*

He laughed at her from across the grass, standing there, she was trying to fit in...but she would never fit in, she just wasn't part of that crowd.

"...So are you going, Hermione?" came a distant voice from outside Draco's thoughts.

He looked around to see Weasley looking at him anxiously.

"What?" Draco asked, sounding pissed off all of a sudden.

Harry laughed. "Head in the clouds, thats our Hermione lately" He saw 'Hermione' scowl at him. "Ron asked if your going the Tepitaph Ball at Hogsmeade Mannor...Seventh Years are invited, didn't you hear Professor Dumbledore talking about it the other day at breakfast?"

Draco hadn't, he'd been too busy reading a letter Granger had passed to him on his way from passing the Slytherin table.

Another letter from Lucius.

This one was quite good, by Lucius' terms...he actually PRAISED Draco for finding out information about The Order. Though his father did still have a go at him for not finding out more...Draco just hoped that the mudblood didn't read the letters...she'd KILL him.

Not that he cared..why SHOULD he care? at the end of the day honour was more important that making aquaintances with people. And he'd only really been on proper speaking terms with her because he needed HER information to get Potter and Weasley.

"A ball?" He said, coming out of his stupor.

Harry grinned "Yeah, we'll all go together as one date, it'll be fun"

Draco couldn't even manage a grin. He was going to a ball with the ugliest boys in his year....the ugliest BOYS, just that word made him shiver right down to his very core.

*A BALL?! Why do i have to go with them?!* He thought internally.

*I would...you're me, remember?* Came Granger's irritated voice.

He wanted to slap himself. *But...can't i just tell them that i'm not upto partying, and that i want to do some revision instead?*

Hermione looked over at him. *Are you actually going to be doing ANY revision?*

*Never said i would DO any...just said i WANT to...there's a clear difference*

*Uhuh...you do know your going to get me a reputation, don't you?*

*It'll do you good....shake off the cowebs* He said cheekily, grinning in her direction.

*And i can do that whilst i'm dancing!* She said in a patronizing tone.

Draco rolled his forever-rolling eyes. *Fine...but when i DO dance, i'm gonna make you regret that you forced me into it*

Hermione glared. *And if you make me regret forcing you, then your going to regret that you made me regret forcing you into going*

Draco smirked. *That was a mouthful for you, Granger*

*I noticed* she said almost soarly.

*Then again, there are more pleasant mouthfuls that you can-

*- Don't even start that sentence...you'll end it with no balls, and at the moment i can easily detatch them from your body* She gave him a smirk and showed him the tip of her wand, and put it into the pockets of her robes, before obviously pointing it South, like a mad-man hiding a gun in his coat pockets.

He would of argued with her...but she looked too serious.


@,'-- D&H --',@


*You are, your being a proper grouch lately* He told her factly, turning over in his bed as he carried on the conversation with Granger.

*I think it's just that time of the month* She said with a sigh.

Draco shivered. If her body even THOUGHT about putting him through THAT anytime he was in it, he'd kill himself...or, well...god this was too confusing!

That wasn't to say that he wasn't getting used to it...infact, if he was honest, he found it a refreshing change, and out of the norm, to be in a girls body for nearly three weeks...it had its good points...no one could tell when he was turned on.

Though with the good points brought it's bad points...it was Granger, for one. The other was the lack of sex...he hadn't gone so long without a quickie in a broom closet.

*Oh the memories* He thought with a sigh.

*I don't even want to know what you're thinking about* He heard her say in a small, sleepy voice.

He'd always tried to avoid mixing with people like her. But besides being a Mudblood, he'd found that she wasn't so different from himself.

No...she was different, he life was completely different in lots of ways.

She was loved, in more ways than one. She had good friends...clumbsy, stupid, thick-headed cunts but they cared about her so much. It made him sick...maybe it was because he didn't have anyone like that, or maybe it was because that was what he secretly craved.

He scolded himself mentally, and told himself NEVER to think that. All he needed was himself, anyone else would expose him.

He was a loner...and he would always be a loner, no matter who came along.