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zarahjoyce) wrote2011-02-15 07:12 am
zarahjoyce) wrote2011-02-15 07:12 am
Draco/Hermione fic!
Title: Five Days Draco and Hermione Never Fought
Rating: G
Notes: I call this my warm-up exercise for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
dmhgficexchange . For ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ice_cobalt :D
One
She didn't want to admit it, but Hermione was very definitely nervous. She sat with a book on her lap, and read the words aloud as a way to calm herself down - and to drown out the noise that filled the train to the brim. Hermione cast a look at the empty seat in front of her, wondering if someone would soon come and occupy it. Maybe she could even make a friend before reaching Hogwarts!
Someone knocked at her door, making her jump. Well, knocked might have been a tad too nice a word to use, for that person didn't just knock, he banged. Hermione then saw three people walking past; one smaller person with two bigger ones behind him, with the biggest being responsible for the horrid noises. Were they looking for empty cabins? She couldn't tell. But she really wished they wouldn't see that she was alone in hers, as she didn't want any trouble on her first day of going to Hogwarts - and that blond boy certainly seemed like trouble.
And then they were out of sight. Hermione breathed a little easier, and went back to reading her book.
Two
"Now, who can tell me the properties of this stone, and where it is most widely used?"
McGonagall had barely finished her question when two hands suddenly shot out in the air, both clamoring for the professor's attention.
"Ah, yes... Miss Granger."
Draco rolled his eyes. Trust that old bat to call someone from her own house.
He eyed Granger as she spoke, wishing she'd say something wrong, for once. Except she didn't. As usual. She spoke like a bloody book spouting one line of fact after the next. How insufferable! And her being a Mudblood know-it-all made it worse!
Seething, he shut his book and waited for the class to end. His next class was Potions; at least Snape didn't play favorites there.
Except for Slytherins.
Naturally.
Three
"Ron," Hermione said, rising from her chair and attempting to grab his arm. "Ron, please. If you'd just listen--"
"Listen?" He whirled and shrugged her hold on him. "Why the bloody hell should I listen to you, Hermione? Give me one good reason and maybe--"
"Not here," she whispered, aware of the eyes and ears currently on them. "If we could just--"
"Do speak up louder, you two!" Malfoy piped up, banging his spoon against the table obnoxiously. "Just when we needed something to entertain us while eating - there you two are! Quick, slap him Granger! That should prove to be very funny."
She refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing her anger, as no doubt it would only fuel him even more. Hermione closed her eyes and bit her lip, hoping against hope that Ron wouldn't give in to Malfoy's tauntings. There was no need for this scene to be even bigger, which was the Slytherin's intentions. Ron, please. Don't.
It seemed her prayer had been answered. When she opened her eyes, Ron was gone. Hastily, she collected her things and went out to look for him.
Four
"For this particular potion, it is necessary for the students to be paired up," Snape drawled. Wearing his bored - ergo, normal - expression he added, "This is to ensure that there would be less opportunities for stupidity and incompetence. Unless of course the partner would be equally as incapable as the one he is paired with." He dipped his hand in the bowl and took out two strips of papers with names of the students written on them. "Pray you'll be paired with a person intellectually superior than yourself."
Five minutes later, and Draco was yet to be called. He glanced at the Gryffindors - only Longbottom and Granger were left without partners. That meant there was a chance he'd be partnered with either the Worst Excuse for a Wizard Ever or the Mudblood Bitch - none of which were particularly appealing.
Of course, in the event that he'd be partnered with Granger, then he could be assured of gaining top marks. Not that Draco couldn't get them on his own; it would just be easier to let her do all the work. After all, not like he could touch the things she'd already dirtied with her hands.
"Malfoy and Longbottom."
Damn and blast. Draco snarled at the approaching wreck of a man. Now he actually had to do this activity!
Five
Hermione sighed, and rubbed at her temples. This assignment was horrible. She'd been spending all her afternoon in the library and still she was only about halfway through the essay! She sighed again, then stood, stretching sore muscles and intending to return the book and getting another one. She knew she had to finish this as soon as possible, so she could still help out Harry and Ron with theirs. If she was having trouble with this homework, they would literally find it impossible to do it without her help.
The library was practically deserted, save for a few people. As she approached the aisle where the books were kept, Hermione thought she heard some odd noises. She paused, trying to think about what those sounds were. Then she shook her head. Really, she had no reason to be afraid and besides, those noises could have been made by--
"Granger, really! Have you no sense of privacy at all?"
--two people snogging in the library.
She stared, aghast, as Parkinson tried to fix her hair, all the while glaring at her. Malfoy, on the other hand, didn't even bother straightening himself or his disheveled clothing. "Your first time to see two people making out, I take it? I guess I should be surprised - really, I thought Potter and Weasel do it all the time."
"This is the library!" she said, affronted. "This isn't the place for some... some wanton displays of... of--"
"Oh, come off it. We could have been doing worse," Malfoy replied, grinning maliciously at her. "In fact, we're on our way to - except your very presence just ruined the mood."
She stood there, rooted at the very spot and practically boiling with anger. But, unlike Malfoy she knew where she was - and the library was no place for explosive displays of loathing, no matter how much she wanted it to be.
So she did the right thing.
Hermione threw the huge book at him, and stormed out.
Maybe there was a spell out there that could make her forget she ever witnessed such a horrible scene.
Rating: G
Notes: I call this my warm-up exercise for
dmhgficexchange . For ice_cobalt :DOne
She didn't want to admit it, but Hermione was very definitely nervous. She sat with a book on her lap, and read the words aloud as a way to calm herself down - and to drown out the noise that filled the train to the brim. Hermione cast a look at the empty seat in front of her, wondering if someone would soon come and occupy it. Maybe she could even make a friend before reaching Hogwarts!
Someone knocked at her door, making her jump. Well, knocked might have been a tad too nice a word to use, for that person didn't just knock, he banged. Hermione then saw three people walking past; one smaller person with two bigger ones behind him, with the biggest being responsible for the horrid noises. Were they looking for empty cabins? She couldn't tell. But she really wished they wouldn't see that she was alone in hers, as she didn't want any trouble on her first day of going to Hogwarts - and that blond boy certainly seemed like trouble.
And then they were out of sight. Hermione breathed a little easier, and went back to reading her book.
Two
"Now, who can tell me the properties of this stone, and where it is most widely used?"
McGonagall had barely finished her question when two hands suddenly shot out in the air, both clamoring for the professor's attention.
"Ah, yes... Miss Granger."
Draco rolled his eyes. Trust that old bat to call someone from her own house.
He eyed Granger as she spoke, wishing she'd say something wrong, for once. Except she didn't. As usual. She spoke like a bloody book spouting one line of fact after the next. How insufferable! And her being a Mudblood know-it-all made it worse!
Seething, he shut his book and waited for the class to end. His next class was Potions; at least Snape didn't play favorites there.
Except for Slytherins.
Naturally.
Three
"Ron," Hermione said, rising from her chair and attempting to grab his arm. "Ron, please. If you'd just listen--"
"Listen?" He whirled and shrugged her hold on him. "Why the bloody hell should I listen to you, Hermione? Give me one good reason and maybe--"
"Not here," she whispered, aware of the eyes and ears currently on them. "If we could just--"
"Do speak up louder, you two!" Malfoy piped up, banging his spoon against the table obnoxiously. "Just when we needed something to entertain us while eating - there you two are! Quick, slap him Granger! That should prove to be very funny."
She refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing her anger, as no doubt it would only fuel him even more. Hermione closed her eyes and bit her lip, hoping against hope that Ron wouldn't give in to Malfoy's tauntings. There was no need for this scene to be even bigger, which was the Slytherin's intentions. Ron, please. Don't.
It seemed her prayer had been answered. When she opened her eyes, Ron was gone. Hastily, she collected her things and went out to look for him.
Four
"For this particular potion, it is necessary for the students to be paired up," Snape drawled. Wearing his bored - ergo, normal - expression he added, "This is to ensure that there would be less opportunities for stupidity and incompetence. Unless of course the partner would be equally as incapable as the one he is paired with." He dipped his hand in the bowl and took out two strips of papers with names of the students written on them. "Pray you'll be paired with a person intellectually superior than yourself."
Five minutes later, and Draco was yet to be called. He glanced at the Gryffindors - only Longbottom and Granger were left without partners. That meant there was a chance he'd be partnered with either the Worst Excuse for a Wizard Ever or the Mudblood Bitch - none of which were particularly appealing.
Of course, in the event that he'd be partnered with Granger, then he could be assured of gaining top marks. Not that Draco couldn't get them on his own; it would just be easier to let her do all the work. After all, not like he could touch the things she'd already dirtied with her hands.
"Malfoy and Longbottom."
Damn and blast. Draco snarled at the approaching wreck of a man. Now he actually had to do this activity!
Five
Hermione sighed, and rubbed at her temples. This assignment was horrible. She'd been spending all her afternoon in the library and still she was only about halfway through the essay! She sighed again, then stood, stretching sore muscles and intending to return the book and getting another one. She knew she had to finish this as soon as possible, so she could still help out Harry and Ron with theirs. If she was having trouble with this homework, they would literally find it impossible to do it without her help.
The library was practically deserted, save for a few people. As she approached the aisle where the books were kept, Hermione thought she heard some odd noises. She paused, trying to think about what those sounds were. Then she shook her head. Really, she had no reason to be afraid and besides, those noises could have been made by--
"Granger, really! Have you no sense of privacy at all?"
--two people snogging in the library.
She stared, aghast, as Parkinson tried to fix her hair, all the while glaring at her. Malfoy, on the other hand, didn't even bother straightening himself or his disheveled clothing. "Your first time to see two people making out, I take it? I guess I should be surprised - really, I thought Potter and Weasel do it all the time."
"This is the library!" she said, affronted. "This isn't the place for some... some wanton displays of... of--"
"Oh, come off it. We could have been doing worse," Malfoy replied, grinning maliciously at her. "In fact, we're on our way to - except your very presence just ruined the mood."
She stood there, rooted at the very spot and practically boiling with anger. But, unlike Malfoy she knew where she was - and the library was no place for explosive displays of loathing, no matter how much she wanted it to be.
So she did the right thing.
Hermione threw the huge book at him, and stormed out.
Maybe there was a spell out there that could make her forget she ever witnessed such a horrible scene.