Three's a Crowd

Three's a Crowd
-Forgotten_Sheikah
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. All characters, settings etc... are respectfully owned by J.K Rowling.

Warning: This is a threesome pairing; Blaise x Hermione x Draco. At times, it will only be Draco x Blaise. There will be intense M/M ^-^. _________________________________________________________________

Well here it is. My first Harry Potter fanfiction. I usually write Legend of Zelda and InuYasha stories but when I finally read the books [they arrived in Japan] I was intrigued. Then I saw the movies and despite having to read the Japanese and having a hard time understanding the English they were using [I do not know British english; American I excell in], I wanted to begin writing for this fantasy/magical world.

I then read the 'Veela' stories for Draco Malfoy. I was interested. Very interested infact. I was craving to write my own; so here it is. I love the Veela concept. I have gone out of my way to create an entire study on these imagined creatures and have created some interesting assumptions on them for this story.

Anyways, this will be full of lemons but the story will have a plot. I hate seeing Hermione give in as she easily does in some stories. Hermione is stubborn and independent. It would take more then a spell, a Veela or even the threat of death to persuade her to do anything she was against. Anyway, I will try to keep the characters as in character as I can.

Rate and Review;

F_S

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Chapter One

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"Quiet! Silence! Cease!" a small, squeaky voice tried to shout over the twenty five voices of the students currently talking.

A man under four feet in height stomped his size three foot on the ground, his fine white hair standing on end. Fisting his tiny hands, he strode to the tall stand where a stack of thick books leaned towards it. Climbing up the stacked books, he managed to overlook his students. His small, black eyes narrowing behind his tiny spectacles, he placed his cherry wood wand to the side of his throat, muttering a voice enhancer spell.

"Quiet!" he roared, his voice echoing in the large room as if he had spoken into a device known as a microphone by muggles.

The twenty five students immediately stalled their conversations and turned and stared at the curious looking creature. The teacher snorted, his wrinkles doubling as he frowned.

"This is absolutely ridiculous! I assumed I was here to teach seventh year students; not a pack of intolerable first year dunces!" the man snapped.

The students stared at their elder with bored looks and more then a few rolled their eyes. Professor Flitwick cleared his throat loudly and continued. "Ignoring your rather rude behaivour, I will now introduce today's lesson."

A boy with flaming hair snorted, his freckled face pulled into an unamused scowl. "Blimey is he an arseface." he mumbled to his friend beside him.

The boy with green eyes and untidy black hair gave a dissapproving look to his friend. "Ron, that isn't very nice." he whispered.

The other with the bright orange-red hair continued. "Bloody hell, Harry! Look at him! How does he stand it?" Ignoring Harry's sigh, he continued. "I'm betting he is a mix of a troll, golem and a bit o' goblin. Only those things could create that!" the boy jerked his head to the small man who currently talked of some strange incantation of some sorts.

"Ronald Weasley! How dare you!" a female voice behind him whispered scathingly.

Ron stiffened instantaneously. Reluctantly, he turned to meet a pair of dark brown eyes that sparkled with anger. Blushing, he coughed. "Hermione-"

"Ron I will not tolerate any of your pathetic excuses! You are being horribly mean about Professor Flitwick!" she interrupted.

Ron turned and cast a scornful look at the professor. "But look at him!" He truly seemed to believe that if the girl looked at the object of his remarks she too would agree with him.

Hermione sraightened her back and gave an icy glare to the boy with the maturity and intelligence level of a child. Dipping her quill in the tiny black ink pot, she elegantly scribbled the lesson on a piece of parchment. Her eyes downcast, she continued quietly, "You would not appreciate anyone making fun of you, Ron. What if I were to call you 'carrots' because of your orange hair?"

Ron stiffened when he heard Harry cough to stiffle his laugh. His face whitening at the thought, he gulped. "Y-You wouldn't, would you?" he stammered. The thought of that name made him shudder. If anyone heard that title for him, his already poor social life would be tragically worsened. If worse went to worse, it would be heard by his older twin brothers, Fred and George or the most degrading of all, Draco Malfoy and the other Slytherins.

Hermoine gave a haughty look at the paling boy. "No, I wouldn't Ron. I was merely trying to place you in Professor Flitwick's position. He would not appreciate being called an 'arseface' anymore then you would favor the name 'carrots'." she explained.

Ron tried to think of a wity come-back but his already slow mind was not a match for the most intelligent witch in all of Hogwarts. Glaring at the young woman, the boy crossed his arms over his chest in an angry pose, his lower lip protruding as his eyebrows furrowed over his brown eyes.

"Miss Granger, could you possibly demonstrate us the Unbreakable Charm?" the charms teacher asked, oblivious to the current argument over him.

Hermione stood and nodded. Raising her wand, she pointed at the offered chair and, with a flick of her wrist and the a mumble under her breath, the charm was complete. Professor Flitwick clambered down from his stack of books and waddled to his favourite student's side. Ignorant to the fact he only just reached the top of the table, he brought his wand over his head and tried a breaking jinx on the chair.

The class watched at the jinx was repelled. Professor Flitwick smiled from one large ear to the other large ear. "Well done, Miss Granger! Ten points to Gryffindor!" he announced gaily as he began another charm lesson.

Hermione smiled in pride and looked at the beaming Harry and Ron. Blushing at the appreciative glances she managed to notice being directed to her, she placed her attention back to writing notes on the charms.

"Look at that, Blaise. A Mudblood is assuming she is worth something because she cast a simple spell." A cool voice sneered.

Hermione stiffened, her hand tightening around her quill. Ron and Harry froze and both turned to see Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini looking at the golden trio in sadistic mockery. Ron slid his chair back and stood. "What the hell did you say, Malfoy?" he demanded furiously, his ears becoming a bright red.

Draco leaned back in his seat. "Are you deaf, Weasel? Or just stupid?" Seeing Ron's darkening face, Malfoy smirked. "I'm betting your deaf. Can't your parents even afford to bring you to a doctor or will it jeopardize being able to eat for a month?"

Blaise snickered as well as several other Slytherins. Ron growled, his eyes bulging. "Why you fucking slimy ferret!" he yelled and leapt at the pale boy.

Harry and Hermione watched their friend dive over the wooden table and drag the surprised Draco Malfoy with him to the floor. "Ron!" they yelled in unison.

All Hell broke lose at once. Ron tackled Draco and straddled him, his large fists connecting with the boy's once beautiful face continously. Blaise Zabini growled and grabbed the back of Ron's neck, dragging him off of Malfoy.

"You traitorous bastard!" the Italian yelled before he punched the struggling Ron in the face.

Harry leapt towards Zabini, his arm wrapping around his neck. "Let go of him!" the boy who lived ordered as he choked the taller, more muscular boy.

Draco ignored his bleeding nose and ran behind Harry, kicking him in the back of the knees only to start pumelling his back with hard punches. Proffesor Flitwick watched, stunned, as utter chaos claimed his classroom.

"Miss Granger! It is time to test your charm homework!" he yelled to the horrorified Head girl.

Raising her wand, Hermione yelled, "Impedimenta!"

The four boy immediately was frozen. Fists were left in mid-strike, eyes stuck in their glare and snarls fixed on their lips. Professor Flitwick climbed down his book tower and waddled beside Hermione and glared at the miscreants.

"Fifty points from Slytherin house! Fifty points from Gryffindor!" the tiny unspecied man yelled in his squeaky voice. He then turned to the Head Girl of Gryffindor. "Ten points to Gryffindor for Miss Granger's proper use of the freezing charm."

"Ahem." a deep voice called the attention of the class.

Hermione shivered when the cold, black eyes of Severus Snape roamed the classroom, their unfeeling depths settling on her. A sneer appeared on his pale lips. "Hm. I assume that Granger, Potter and Weasley are the cause of all the ruckus." he said coldly, his gaze intent on the frozen Harry and Ron who only managed to remain as they were.

Hermione frowned. "No, Professor. Draco Malfoy and-"

"I was not asking you, Miss Granger." Professor Snape interrupted smoothly, his solemn face holding a bored expression.

Blushing, the Head girl looked away from her Potion's teaches. 'Arrogant jerk.' she thought in her mind. Snape held a strong dislike that leaned a bit more to hatred currently towards her and her friends. Why? She really didn't know herself. But to be truthful, the feeling was mutual; they did not favor him very much either. Stepping towards her friends, she tried to ignore the intimidating presence of the Potion's teacher.

Professor Flitwick frowned at the dark figure. "Is there a reason you are here, Severus?"

Professor Snape raised a black brow. "I am here on Dumbledore's orders for Mr. Blaise and Mr. Malfoy." he said. His eyes settled on his frozen students. Raising his wand, he unfroze the two, leaving Harry and Ron as they were. "I am to take them to Dumbledore. Excuse them for the remainder of the class."

Professor Flitwick scowled. Looking towards the smirking pair, he huffed. "I will speak to you both later for your punishment. Do not think you are out of trouble." He then turned to Harry and Ron, unfreezing them with a flick of his wand.

Ron and Harry glared at the three retreating figures, hatred blazing in their eyes. Hermione sighed and stepped forward, her wand level with their injuries. A tiny spark from her wand and their bleeding noses were mended and the bruises faded. Her eyebrows drawn down over her eyes, the girl fixed an intense scowl on both boys.

"You-you..." she spluttered, to overcome with anger.

Ron and Harry winced as Hermione became redder with every fumbled word. Glancing at each other, they began to talk at once.

"He called you..."

"Ferret..."

"..hit me..."

"Stop!" Hermione snapped.

Both boys ceased their attempts to excuse their behaivour. Staring at the girl, they watched her turn on her heel and walk out of the room, her books and bag held tightly to her body. Professor Flitwick nodded to the rest of class. The eventful class was over. Harry and Ron gathered their things only to have Professor Flitwick stall their exit so he could threaten the two boys.

"I will be personally notifying Professor McGonagall of this embaressing low for Gryffindor!" the tiny man yelled in his high voice.

Ron rolled his eyes and continued to walk down the hall, a somber Harry beside him. "So you think Hermione is mad?" he asked him.

Harry gave Ron a raised brow. "What do you think?"

"I think we're in for quite an earful, mate."

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Blaise and Draco were both curious as to why Dumbledore of all people would want to see them. Looking at one another and then at their House teacher's black back, Draco shrugged at the Italian.

"Why does the old man want to see us?" he demanded Snape.

Snape looked back at the young man, his black eyes narrowed. "I do not know, Draco. I asked Dumbledore but he was adamant on the topic." The trio stopped at the gargoyle that blocked the stairs to the Head master's personal domain.

"Buttery Bumpkins." Snape announced in disgust.

Draco scowled while Zabini looked at his nails in boredom. "Does that old fool think of these pathetic passwords?" the pale boy demanded in obvious ridicule.

Snape nodded, his feelings shared. "Yes. Dumbledore changes the password daily and they seem to get sillier everytime they'e changed."

The trio then made their way up the stairs. Snape haulted at the door. Raising his wand, he heald both the boys with a flick of his wrist, ridding of the blood, bruises and cuts on them. "You are to go in and speak with Dumbledore individually. Draco will go first and then you will go next, Balise." the teacher ordered firmly.

They nodded, understanding. The professor turned on his heel and began walking down the stone stairs again, his black cape fluttering behind him. The two boys leaned against the wall, each glancing at each other. Draco broke the silence.

"Sure did teach Potter and Weasel."

Blaise smirked. "Yeah. Little assholes. And that Granger..." The dark boy scowled. "I hate those three."

Draco nodded. "That Weasel makes pure bloods like ourselves ashamed where as we should be proud. I bet many respectable pure bloods are turning in their graves 'cause of him." Draco glared at the door. "And it just so happens this old coot loves the three of them. I won't be surprised if he is going to bore us by trying to tell us some stupid rules against us hating them."

"Actually, this old coot would prefer to speak to the both of you of your future and what could possily be your death." A calm voice intruded.

Draco and Blaise turned to meet a pair of wizened eyes twinkling behind a pair of half-moon spectacles. Ignoring his rude speech of the Head master, Draco glared at the old man. "Really? What could you possibly have to say to us that is that important?" he sneered.

Dumbledore shrugged. "You will never know, Mr. Malfoy, unless you allow me to explain."

Malfoy scowled. "Fine. Let's go." He then walked into the large office, ignoring the smile on Dumbledore's face.

Walking to the desk, he watched the Head Master sit behind the desk, his fingers entwining with eachother. "I must admit while I am old, I never would have branded myself an old coot. Perhaps a wizened fool, but an old coot would have been for next year." He stated casually as he poured himself some tea.

Malfoy scowled. "I'm not here to listen to you talk about what you think of yourself. I have other things to do."

Dumbledore raised a grey brow. "I am very sorry, Mr. Malfoy, for taking away you away from any important engagements on the matter of you living until your twentieth year."

Draco blanched. "What?" he whispered.

Dumbledore sighed. "Draco, it has come to my attention that you have a very specail heritage within your family. One that was just brought to my attention as of late." His light blue eyes losing their twinkle, the elder of the two continued. "While it is perhaps a very rare circumstance, I am wise and knowledgable enough in the field to aid you."

Draco scowled. "Can you just tell me what in the bloody Hell you're talking about?" he snapped.

Dumbledore smiled. "Why, Mr. Malfoy. You are infact not a pure blooded wizard at all. If anything, you are far from it."

The boy felt his world crashing down on him. Gasping, he jumped from the chair and pointed a shaking finger at the old man. "You-You crazy old bastard! How dare you say that! I will write to my father at once! You disgrace me and my family's name!" the pale boy yelled, his face flushing in his anger.

Dumbledore watched this calmly. "Your father knows of your condition, Draco. Please sit so I may explain."

Shaking from anger, Draco reluctantly sat in the plush chair again, his back stiff. Dumbledore offered him a cup of tea. "Very nice lemon flavouring." he commented.

"It all came to my attention when you began to change, Mr. Malfoy. At first when you came to Hogwarts, your body was inept in any sport, you were fairly weak in spell casting and you looked slightly different then you do now." He began slowly. "Then, this year a large, noticable change caught my attention. Your spells are strong; almost to strong for your experience. Your features have softened and grown more attractive suddenly and your body has seemed to flourish."

Draco sneered. "So what?"

Dumbledore smiled. "Mr. Malfoy, you are not infact entirely a wizard. I have traced through your line and you are only half a wizard."

The pale boy glared at the old man. "What's the other half? If you say I'm part mudblood I'll-"

"You're part Veela, Mr. Malfoy."

A pause of silence filled the room as both it's occupants stared at each other. One in shock and another in amusement.

"Wh-what?!" Draco yelled, shock apparent on his beautiful face.

Dumbledore nodded. "I see you are as shocked as your father was when he found out your mother was a Veela. Quite an interesting adventure I found myself in. I do remember Lucius threatening to jinx me out of my knickers unless I conjured up the real Narcissa." he recalled with a smile.

Draco felt himself falling in what seemed to be a black abyss of shock and disbelief. He could not be part Veela. He was Draco Malfoy; a pure blooded wizard. He would never have anything but the royal blue blood of generations of the most powerful, pure wizards in his veins; not some mythical creatures tainted red liquid. Clenching his pointed jaw, he shook his head and stood.

"You're crazy, old man. I am Draco Malfoy; a pure blooded wizard. I will have my father on you for this!" he snapped, his chest heaving from the stress suddenly placed on his lithe, lean body.

Dumbledore's grey brows dissapeared underneath his purple cap, surprise and mockery evident on his worn, wrinkled face. "Mr. Malfoy, you should stop threatening me with your father. As a matter of fact, your father himself asked me to speak with you of this." Pausing to bite into a lemon tart, the old man began to fiddle with his beard thoughtfully. "Your mother is a Veela, Draco. Do you even know what a Veela is?"

Draco paused. Frowning, he glared at the Head master. "No! And I don't care! They are not a pure blooded wizard!" The boy snarled.

Dumbledore smiled. "Ah, but they are indeed more powerful then one."

Draco paused, a thoughtful look appearing on his face. Slowly, he stared at the elder. Dumbledore smiled in return, innocently grinning at the boy. He knew power was a large crack in Draco's armor; if he mentioned the fact he was going to become stronger then his father, then he would have the boy soon begging for more information. Pointing to the chair, he watched the boy sit in the chair again, his pale, stunningly beautiful face pulled into a frown. His silvery eyes narrowed, Draco gave a pointed, disbelieving look at the man. "Well, get on with it. Tell me what in the bloody Hell is a Veela."

"Well, My. Malfoy, Veela are magical creatures that have two different appearances; a humanoid," he gave nod to the boy, "and their true forms."

Draco scowled. "Are you saying I really don't look like this?" he demanded.

Dumbledore nodded. "In your true form, Mr. Malfoy, you have some of your features but other then that, you are a mythical creature." The teacher paused. "Veela were first discovered by Argmaus Recherbard in 1137 ce. He spent an entire life time researching and interacting with them. You may have seen the female Veela at the Quidditch World Cup," he noticed a smirk on Draco's lips at the memory of the hypnotisingly beautiful women.

The whimsful look dissappearing from his face, Draco retained his infamous glare and sneer. "Are you saying I'm just a pretty little girl?"

Dumbledore chuckled. "O no, Mr. Malfoy. You are infact one of the few Veela males. You see, every five hundred years, fifty males are born into the Veela heritage while some five hundred females are born. Veela are already scarce creatures, the female population is just over two thousand while the male population reaches at about two hundred perhaps a bit less."

Draco smirked. "Does this mean I am an important procreation object to the Veela females?" The boy inwardly laughed. So his cock was needed to be stuck in some beautiful girl? He was more the willing to aid his, ah, fellow people.

Dumbledore smiled. "Of course you are Mr. Malfoy except..."

Draco scowled. "Except?"

"You do not have a choice in whom you mate."

The boy froze. "What?! You crazy old coot! What are you saying? I can't choose who I screw?!"

Dumbledore blinked in surprise. "Mr. Malfoy, Veela's do not just 'screw' for fun. O no, they mate." Seeing the boy's confused scowl, he sighed. "Mr. Malfoy, you will be linked to a female or male partner for life. In some cases, a triad may occur; where you can either have two male mates, two female or even a female and male."

Draco snarled and stood. "I am not some poop-scoop prodder! I wouldn't touch another bloat for the life of me!" he declared.

Dumbledore smiled. "Veela are very erotic creatures, Mr Malfoy. You seek pleasure and the art of erotic seduction is a large obsession in Veela nature. Sexual intercourse is what Veela excel in; they are said to be the most unsatiable yet satisfying lovers." His blue eyes twinkling, the elder continued. "Your mate or mates have been predestined for you Mr. Malfoy. You will know who they are, be sure of that. An overcoming urge of sexual arousal will over take you when they are near."

Draco shuddered. He was inwardly praying it wouldn't be some hideous girl or worse yet, Potter and the Weasel. He began to turn green at the thought. Dumbledore ignored the sickly expresson the boy's face. "Mr. Malfoy, on the thirty first of October, you will became full Veela. Your Veela blood is too strong and will over-come your wizard. Your features will change slightly, your power will double and you will find your senses and mind different."

Draco frowned. "Senses?"

"The ability to smell, hear and see will be intensified. Your physical strength will double but your body might at most became slightly more muscular, other then that there will be no large changes to your appearance. The ability to do magic without a wand will be availible to you. You merely have to think of what you would like to do and you would be able to do it."

Draco smiled at this, the sinister grin making the elder sigh. "Mr. Malfoy if you are assuming to use your new found gifts against Mr. Harry Potter and a Ronald Weasely, I will have to expell you." Seeing the smirk fall from the boy's face and replaced with an annoyed frown, the old man smiled.

"As for the matter of life and death, it is said that if a Veela does not find his mates, he will die on his twentieth birthday." Seeeing the whitening of the boy's already pale face, Dumbledore sighed. "Do not worry, Mr. Malfoy. I have checked with your Mother and she is feeling that your mate or mates are in Hogwarts; a mother or Veela intuition I supposed."

Draco absorbed this information. Standing, he looked down at the kindly smiling Head master. "Is that all?"

Dumbledore shook his head. "Almost. You are a Northern Veela, Draco. There are two types; Northern and Southern. The Northern are more fair; blond, pale and delicate in form. Their abilities are more into magic and charms. Southern Veela are more dark and handsome where as the Northern are beautiful."

Draco scowled. "I am not beautiful."

Dumbledore smiled. "Of course. Anyways, the Southern are more aggressive and dominant of the Veela race; they excel better at dark magic and physical strength. It is likely you will either have a witch, muggle or Veela for a mate, Mr. Malfoy. You do not need to fear a goblin or golem or-"

"I would prefer a fucking troll over a mudblood!" the boy swore.

Dumbledore frowned. "You will refrain from degrading the muggle race infront of me, Mr. Malfoy. They are respectable people as you and I; they simply do not have wands. If you disrespect Miss Granger or any other muggle-born student, you will be serving detention with Mr. Filch. Do you understand?" He watched the beautiful head slightly nodd. "Good. Now, I suggest that you leave and begin readying for October, Mr. Malfoy. From then on, you will be having quite a scavenger hunt for your desined partners."

Clenching his jaw, Draco stomped out of the room. Seeing Blaise raise a dark brow at him inquiringly, Malfoy stopped. 'Southern Veela are more dark and handsome where as the Northern are beautiful.' Staring at Blaise, Draco shook his head. What was he thinking? As if Blaise was a Veela; much less his.

Blaise watched Malfoy run down the stairs and smiled a bit. Walking into the office, he met the wise old eyes of the Head master. "You told him?" he demanded softly, his almost black eyes intent.

Dumbledore nodded. "Yes, Mr. Blaise. Yet, I did not tell him of you."

Blaise shrugged. "It will be a nice Halloween present to my best mate. "

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Hermione sat at the great hall table, ignoring Ron entirely. The red head had done everything he could to appease the beautiful Head girl; begging, pleading, offering of doing her homework to even giving her his favorite Quiditich team, the Cannons, collectable card. Hermione refused all of them, her brown eyes narrowed in on her victim.

"No, Ron. You can not buy back my respect for you." she stated tersly.

Ron scowled. "Hermione I did it for you! I-"

"You punched Draco Malfoy for me? I am ever so honored, Ronald!" Hermione snapped, her eyes flaring.

Harry shook his head at Ron, silently telling him to give up. Throwing his hands in the air, Ron scowled. "Fine! I don't care, Hermione! You know what, you are as bit as lousy at being a friend then you are at being normal!"

Hermione stiffened and looked up to see Ron looking shocked. Standing up and gathering her books, her eyes filling with tears, Hermione turned on her heel. Ron ran after her, Harry following quickly behind them. "Hermione! Wait I-"

"Silencio!" Hermione sobbed, her wand shooting the silence charm at Ron. Ignoring the suddenly mute boy trying to catch her attention, Hermione ran to the Gryffindor hall.

Harry stepped beside Ron and quickly undid the spell. His jade green eyes hard, he sighed. "One day your big mouth is going to do a lot worse then angering Hermione, Ron. Why did you have to cut her down?" the boy demanded.

Ron slumped. "I don't know. I guess I was getting mad that she couldn't see I did it because I lo-...I like her." He stammered, his face flushing red.

Harry rolled his eyes, his glasses flashing in the candlelight. "You more then like her, Ron. You might as well tell her or you are always going to look like an idiot." Shaking his head, Harry began walking back to the Great Hall, intending to see his girlfriend, Ginny Weasley. Ron watched his best friend leave. Shaking his head, he ran his hand through his flaming red hair, sighing.

Hermione stomped down the hall, her eyes too flooded with her angry tears to properly see. Sniffling, she didn't see the other person stomping down the hall and in a flurry of books and black capes, the two fell to the hard floor. Hermione blushed in embaressement and began stammering as she collected her books and papers.

"I am so so so sorry! I was not watching where I was going-" Hermione stopped when she looked up to see a pair of silver eyes were glaring at her, the pale boy on the ground staring at her angrily.

The apologetic expression leaving her face, she took on a haughty expression. "Nevermind. I take it all back."

Draco bared his teeth. "Stupid little mudblood! Watch where you're going! You-" his words stopped when he noticed a certain smell enter his nose. The delicious, delectable smell of lilac and lavender. Frowning, he quietly sniffed the hall and found the smell coming from her; Hermione Granger.

Scowling, he leapt from the ground and pushed the girl out of his way. "Get away from me you dirty little mudblood!" he snapped before he began quickly striding down the hall.

Scowling, Hermione flushed. 'That arrogant jerk!' Gathering her things, she walked to the Fat Lady and said the password, "Garmedous."

The Fat Lady nodded and swung herself open, revealing the passage way to the Gryffindor common room. Entering it, she ran up to the Head Girl room; her private domain. Sitting on her bed, she sighed. She knew she should not be so hard on Ron. But lately she was just so stressed over N.E.W.Ts and the O.W.Ls that she had been bit of a cow lately. Worst yet, Draco and Blaise had become increasingly cruel towards her. Why? She really didn't understand and doubted she would like to. She shouldn't really care; it had been occuring since first year. But it still hurt.

She deliberately did go out of her way to try and prove she was more then part muggle. That she was, at heart, a witch. Frowning, the girl stared at herself in the mirror. Her once frizzy, tight curled hair had softened into soft, shinny brown waves with golden streaks. She managed to have a flawless peachy complextion, her large brown eyes thickly framed with long, golden brown lashes. Yet, despite her beauty, Hermione percieved the girl in the mirror ugly.

Tears streaming down her face, she sighed and lay down on the bed, falling asleep.

Draco watched Hermione enter the Gryffindor tower, his silver eyes narrow. What in the bloody Hell was with her scent? Looking down, he saw the beginning of a pitched tent in his black pants. Shaking his head, he scowled. He hadn't screwed in a week. Thats why. The ugly Gryffindor girl hadn't even looked good. Turning on his heel, he started looking for Pansy. He'd get rid of this itch in his pants.

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Mudblood: Rude term for someone with non-magical people lineage
Veela: A mystical creature of seduction and power
Blimey: An expression
Bloody Hell: An expression
Arseface: A british term for someone unattractive
Unbreakable Charm: A charm that makes an object unbreakable
Impedimenta: A freezing charm; mean to stall or hinder a person while they are moving