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Without further ado, here's the story!
I WILL ROCK YOU
CHAPTER ONE ~ Hello Hogwarts ~
Hermione Mackenzie Malfoy looked at the barrier between platforms 9 and 10 with a fearful and apprehensive glance. Sure, it disappeared and you didn't really hit it when you went through, but there was always the possibility. And, if the situation wasn't scary enough.
"Oh come ON Hermione! Just go through the barrier! You're not SCARED are you?"
Enter annoying twin brother.
"I'm NOT scared, Draco!" Turning around, Hermione glared at her brother. To her bitter disappointment, Draco had grown over the summer and towered over her at 6'2".
"Yes you are," Draco smirked.
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Well, if you're not scared, then go through the barrier," Draco stated as he gestured towards the massive concrete wall.
"Fine, after you."
"No. Ladies first, I insist," Draco said, grinning amicably.
"Bastard."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
Hermione looked up at the wall. 'I wonder if I would break my neck if I crashed into that.' Mentally slapping herself, Hermione took a deep breath and aimed her trolley at the barrier. 'Okay, Hermione, you can do this. Remember, Draco does this every year.' Closing her eyes, Hermione began to run and prepared herself for the impact.
The impact, however, never came. Instead, Hermione heard the sound of a train whistle. Cautiously, she opened her eyes. In front of her was the purplest train she had ever seen.
"Told you it wasn't difficult." Draco said as he appeared behind her.
"Oh shut up," Hermione retorted, annoyed.
Draco smirked but said nothing. They didn't talk to each other until they loaded their trunks and found an empty compartment.
"Well, this is it," Draco muttered, "I know it's not all that impressive. I don't know WHY you would want to leave Durmstrang for this dump."
"Mummy wanted me closer to home, you know that perfectly well. And, for Merlin's sake, Draco, it's a TRAIN! You can't tell me the school's a dump because of the TRAIN!" Hermione exclaimed, exasperated.
"It's okay, calm down, Hermione," Draco said soothingly.
"I'm sorry, I guess I'm just nervous."
"Don't worry, you'll do fine," Draco replied. "Oh, and to kind of welcome you to Hogwarts, I got you're a present."
"Really?" Hermione asked, her eyes lighting up.
Draco laughed. "Yes, really." Without another word, he handed her a long, thin box tied with a ribbon.
Hermione practically ripped the ribbon off the box in her haste to get to the present inside. Opening the box, her eyes grew wide as she pulled out two pairs of drumsticks: one plain, and the other checkered black and white.
"Oh gosh, Draco, thank you!" Hermione squealed, throwing her arms around her brother and giving him a hug,
"Well, I had to get you something," Draco said, embarrassed. "Besides, you need a new set of sticks to match your new drum set."
Hermione looked shocked. "Drum.set?" she squeaked, "You bought me a new drum set?"
"Uh.no. Father did."
Hermione was speechless. She sat down, and proceeded to stare at the opposite wall.
Ten minutes later, however, she had gotten over the initial shock, and was now having a conversation with Draco about life at Hogwarts. Draco was quite glad that Crabbe and Goyle hadn't sat with them. 'Maybe,' he thought, 'we won't even see Potty and the weasel on this goddamn train.'
Today, however, was not Draco's lucky day. As soon as he thought that he would have a train ride enemy-free, he heard the voices of the only two people in the world who made his blood boil with anger: Potter and Weasley.
~~~~~
"Ron, we need a new drummer!"
At the sound of the word "drummer", Hermione stopped talking and started to eavesdrop.
"Of course we do, Harry, but NO ONE plays drums in Gryffindor! Well, Neville does, but we can't have him play, now can-"
A tall red-haired young man entered their compartment and stopped talking when he realized he and his friend were no longer alone. A moment later another young man with unruly black hair, glasses, and a guitar case followed him.
"Ron, what-"
The black-haired teen turned around and his jaw dropped.
Sitting in front of him was a young woman. Only one word could describe her: beautiful. Her hair was a cascade of brown curls, falling to her waist. Was he dreaming? A few moments later, he noticed the person sitting next to her. It was none other than.
"Malfoy."
"Why, if it isn't Potty and the Weasel. Still strumming your ukulele, Potty?" Draco sneered, indicating the guitar case.
"Shut the fuck up, Malfoy." Harry Potter said.
Before he knew what was happening, Harry found himself pressed up against the wall by none other than the young woman who he was drooling over earlier. He looked into her eyes, her gorgeous almond brownie-colored eyes, and saw the universe. 'God, she's lovely,' Harry thought to himself.
"No one insults a Malfoy and lives to tell the tale," she hissed menacingly, "but since you apparently didn't know, I'll just leave you with a warning. Next time I won't be so lenient. Got it?"
"G.got it," Harry gulped. He was getting kind of scared of this beauty.
"Good."
She immediately released him, and he started to breath again.
"W.who are you?" Harry gasped.
"Oh, I never did introduce myself, did I?" she asked, smiling, "well, I'm Hermione Malfoy. Pleased to meet you," she said holding out her hand.
Harry smiled and shook her hand. "Harry Potter, and the pleasure is all mine."
Harry almost laughed when he was the shocked expression on her face.
"Harry.POTTER?" She squeaked. She had just threatened Harry Potter. THE Harry Potter. Oh shit. "Umm.sorry. Probably not a good time to ask if I could try out for the drummer in your band, is it?"
Harry was going to reply, but Ron beat him to it. Ron was furious that this girl has almost beaten up his friend, and he finally let out his anger.
"Are you insane? Must be to even ask Harry. What makes you think we'd let a Slytherin into our band? Besides, you're a girl, you probably can't even play the kazoo."
Two milliseconds later, Draco punched Ron in the face, causing him to slump to the floor unconscious.
Harry stared at the unconscious form of his friend. How could he treat Hermione like that before he even knew her? Harry glanced at Hermione, and was surprised to see tears silently falling down her cheeks. Hermione looks at him, then at Draco. Then, letting out a sob, she ran out of the compartment.
"Hermione!" Harry yelled. He wanted to go after her, to tell her he was sorry, hug her, maybe even kiss her senseless - whatever would make her feel better.
Harry stepped forward and was about to run after her when Draco halted him.
"Let her go."
~~~~~
Hermione ran through the train. She didn't know where she was going. Since her eyes her blurry with her tears, she didn't see the girl in the hallway until-
"Ouch!" They both yelled as Hermione crashed into the girl.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Hermione exclaimed as she helped the girl to her feet.
"It's alright," the girl replied kindly. Then, seeing Hermione's tears, asked, "What's wrong? Did someone hurt you?"
"Only some red-headed bastard."
"Oh, don't worry, was he named Ron?" Hermione nodded. "I'll talked to Lavender about him. I'm Parvati, by the way. Who are you? You're not a first year, are you?" Parvati asked with a puzzled expression.
Hermione laughed, which made her feel better. "No, I'm Hermione Malfoy. Yes, I'm Draco Malfoy's sister," Hermione added, noting Parvati's look of surprise, "and I'm a seventh year."
"Really?" Parvati asked, "Well, then you're in my year. Come into our compartment and meet Lavender."
One hour later, Hermione, Parvati, and Lavender were chatting about the dances held at Hogwarts and the cute wizards in their year.
"Harry must be the cutest wizard ever, AND he's a gentleman," Parvati stated.
"Yeah, he is pretty nice. He was very sweet to me, even though I almost beat him up," Hermione agreed, blushing.
"You WHAT?" Parvati and Lavender exclaimed at the same time.
Oh, nothing," Hermione lied.
And as if he was waiting to come in at the worst possible moment, Harry himself walked into their compartment.
"Hi Pav, Lav, I'm wondering if-" Harry began to ask but then he noticed Hermione was there. "Oh, hi Hermione, uh.Malfoy's looking for you."
"Thanks for telling me Harry, bye gals!" Hermione said, smiling sweetly. She walked past Harry on her way to see her brother.
~~~~~
Once again, Harry found his brain stopped functioning. When Hermione smiled, he was entranced. She was a goddess.
Shaking himself, Harry walked to his own compartment to change into his school robes and wait for the train to reach Hogwarts.
~~~~~
Hermione stared out of the window of the carriage that was carrying her brother and her to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She had spoken with Dumbledore over the summer, and she felt prepared for the "sorting ceremony."
The carriage halted in front of a large castle. Hermione was amazed by the beauty and magnificence of this castle that would be her home for the next year.
Draco led Hermione to the Great Hall and directed her to the Slytherin table, where she would sit until she was sorted into one of the four houses: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, or Slytherin.
As the first years filed in and were sorted, Hermione felt fear overwhelm her. She wanted to be in Gryffindor, because Harry, Parvati, and Lavender were all in that house.
And, with the sorting of "Xavier, Geraldo" into Ravenclaw, it was now Hermione's turn to be sorted.
Dumbledore stood and waited for the students to quiet down. "This year," he announced, "we have a new seventh year that transferred here from Durmstrang. She will not be sorted. Please welcome Hermione Malfoy."
Hermione, blushing bright red, stood and walked up to the stool with the Sorting Hat. Sitting down, she placed the hat on her head.
"So, what do we have here?" the Sorting Hat drawled, "intelligence, a disregard for rules, extreme musical talent, bravery.many good talents.where would you like to be?"
"Gryffindor.please?" Hermione pleaded.
"Well, if you wish.GRYFFINDOR!" the Sorting Hat announced.
Hermione pulled the hat off her head. She walked over to the Gryffindor table. Everyone was cheering for the newest addition to their house. She smiled until her cheeks hurt. Harry caught her eye and waved, signaling her to sit with his friends and him. She waved back and walked over to him, sitting between him and Parvati.
"Welcome to Gryffindor, Hermione!" Harry exclaimed.
"Thanks, Harry," Hermione replied, blushing.
"Come on, Hermione, eat!" Parvati laughed as she passed Hermione a bowl of mashed potatoes.
Hermione thanked her and began to eat. As they continued eating and started to talk, Hermione felt happy. She knew she was going to love it here.
Without further ado, here's the story!
I WILL ROCK YOU
CHAPTER ONE ~ Hello Hogwarts ~
Hermione Mackenzie Malfoy looked at the barrier between platforms 9 and 10 with a fearful and apprehensive glance. Sure, it disappeared and you didn't really hit it when you went through, but there was always the possibility. And, if the situation wasn't scary enough.
"Oh come ON Hermione! Just go through the barrier! You're not SCARED are you?"
Enter annoying twin brother.
"I'm NOT scared, Draco!" Turning around, Hermione glared at her brother. To her bitter disappointment, Draco had grown over the summer and towered over her at 6'2".
"Yes you are," Draco smirked.
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Well, if you're not scared, then go through the barrier," Draco stated as he gestured towards the massive concrete wall.
"Fine, after you."
"No. Ladies first, I insist," Draco said, grinning amicably.
"Bastard."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
Hermione looked up at the wall. 'I wonder if I would break my neck if I crashed into that.' Mentally slapping herself, Hermione took a deep breath and aimed her trolley at the barrier. 'Okay, Hermione, you can do this. Remember, Draco does this every year.' Closing her eyes, Hermione began to run and prepared herself for the impact.
The impact, however, never came. Instead, Hermione heard the sound of a train whistle. Cautiously, she opened her eyes. In front of her was the purplest train she had ever seen.
"Told you it wasn't difficult." Draco said as he appeared behind her.
"Oh shut up," Hermione retorted, annoyed.
Draco smirked but said nothing. They didn't talk to each other until they loaded their trunks and found an empty compartment.
"Well, this is it," Draco muttered, "I know it's not all that impressive. I don't know WHY you would want to leave Durmstrang for this dump."
"Mummy wanted me closer to home, you know that perfectly well. And, for Merlin's sake, Draco, it's a TRAIN! You can't tell me the school's a dump because of the TRAIN!" Hermione exclaimed, exasperated.
"It's okay, calm down, Hermione," Draco said soothingly.
"I'm sorry, I guess I'm just nervous."
"Don't worry, you'll do fine," Draco replied. "Oh, and to kind of welcome you to Hogwarts, I got you're a present."
"Really?" Hermione asked, her eyes lighting up.
Draco laughed. "Yes, really." Without another word, he handed her a long, thin box tied with a ribbon.
Hermione practically ripped the ribbon off the box in her haste to get to the present inside. Opening the box, her eyes grew wide as she pulled out two pairs of drumsticks: one plain, and the other checkered black and white.
"Oh gosh, Draco, thank you!" Hermione squealed, throwing her arms around her brother and giving him a hug,
"Well, I had to get you something," Draco said, embarrassed. "Besides, you need a new set of sticks to match your new drum set."
Hermione looked shocked. "Drum.set?" she squeaked, "You bought me a new drum set?"
"Uh.no. Father did."
Hermione was speechless. She sat down, and proceeded to stare at the opposite wall.
Ten minutes later, however, she had gotten over the initial shock, and was now having a conversation with Draco about life at Hogwarts. Draco was quite glad that Crabbe and Goyle hadn't sat with them. 'Maybe,' he thought, 'we won't even see Potty and the weasel on this goddamn train.'
Today, however, was not Draco's lucky day. As soon as he thought that he would have a train ride enemy-free, he heard the voices of the only two people in the world who made his blood boil with anger: Potter and Weasley.
~~~~~
"Ron, we need a new drummer!"
At the sound of the word "drummer", Hermione stopped talking and started to eavesdrop.
"Of course we do, Harry, but NO ONE plays drums in Gryffindor! Well, Neville does, but we can't have him play, now can-"
A tall red-haired young man entered their compartment and stopped talking when he realized he and his friend were no longer alone. A moment later another young man with unruly black hair, glasses, and a guitar case followed him.
"Ron, what-"
The black-haired teen turned around and his jaw dropped.
Sitting in front of him was a young woman. Only one word could describe her: beautiful. Her hair was a cascade of brown curls, falling to her waist. Was he dreaming? A few moments later, he noticed the person sitting next to her. It was none other than.
"Malfoy."
"Why, if it isn't Potty and the Weasel. Still strumming your ukulele, Potty?" Draco sneered, indicating the guitar case.
"Shut the fuck up, Malfoy." Harry Potter said.
Before he knew what was happening, Harry found himself pressed up against the wall by none other than the young woman who he was drooling over earlier. He looked into her eyes, her gorgeous almond brownie-colored eyes, and saw the universe. 'God, she's lovely,' Harry thought to himself.
"No one insults a Malfoy and lives to tell the tale," she hissed menacingly, "but since you apparently didn't know, I'll just leave you with a warning. Next time I won't be so lenient. Got it?"
"G.got it," Harry gulped. He was getting kind of scared of this beauty.
"Good."
She immediately released him, and he started to breath again.
"W.who are you?" Harry gasped.
"Oh, I never did introduce myself, did I?" she asked, smiling, "well, I'm Hermione Malfoy. Pleased to meet you," she said holding out her hand.
Harry smiled and shook her hand. "Harry Potter, and the pleasure is all mine."
Harry almost laughed when he was the shocked expression on her face.
"Harry.POTTER?" She squeaked. She had just threatened Harry Potter. THE Harry Potter. Oh shit. "Umm.sorry. Probably not a good time to ask if I could try out for the drummer in your band, is it?"
Harry was going to reply, but Ron beat him to it. Ron was furious that this girl has almost beaten up his friend, and he finally let out his anger.
"Are you insane? Must be to even ask Harry. What makes you think we'd let a Slytherin into our band? Besides, you're a girl, you probably can't even play the kazoo."
Two milliseconds later, Draco punched Ron in the face, causing him to slump to the floor unconscious.
Harry stared at the unconscious form of his friend. How could he treat Hermione like that before he even knew her? Harry glanced at Hermione, and was surprised to see tears silently falling down her cheeks. Hermione looks at him, then at Draco. Then, letting out a sob, she ran out of the compartment.
"Hermione!" Harry yelled. He wanted to go after her, to tell her he was sorry, hug her, maybe even kiss her senseless - whatever would make her feel better.
Harry stepped forward and was about to run after her when Draco halted him.
"Let her go."
~~~~~
Hermione ran through the train. She didn't know where she was going. Since her eyes her blurry with her tears, she didn't see the girl in the hallway until-
"Ouch!" They both yelled as Hermione crashed into the girl.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Hermione exclaimed as she helped the girl to her feet.
"It's alright," the girl replied kindly. Then, seeing Hermione's tears, asked, "What's wrong? Did someone hurt you?"
"Only some red-headed bastard."
"Oh, don't worry, was he named Ron?" Hermione nodded. "I'll talked to Lavender about him. I'm Parvati, by the way. Who are you? You're not a first year, are you?" Parvati asked with a puzzled expression.
Hermione laughed, which made her feel better. "No, I'm Hermione Malfoy. Yes, I'm Draco Malfoy's sister," Hermione added, noting Parvati's look of surprise, "and I'm a seventh year."
"Really?" Parvati asked, "Well, then you're in my year. Come into our compartment and meet Lavender."
One hour later, Hermione, Parvati, and Lavender were chatting about the dances held at Hogwarts and the cute wizards in their year.
"Harry must be the cutest wizard ever, AND he's a gentleman," Parvati stated.
"Yeah, he is pretty nice. He was very sweet to me, even though I almost beat him up," Hermione agreed, blushing.
"You WHAT?" Parvati and Lavender exclaimed at the same time.
Oh, nothing," Hermione lied.
And as if he was waiting to come in at the worst possible moment, Harry himself walked into their compartment.
"Hi Pav, Lav, I'm wondering if-" Harry began to ask but then he noticed Hermione was there. "Oh, hi Hermione, uh.Malfoy's looking for you."
"Thanks for telling me Harry, bye gals!" Hermione said, smiling sweetly. She walked past Harry on her way to see her brother.
~~~~~
Once again, Harry found his brain stopped functioning. When Hermione smiled, he was entranced. She was a goddess.
Shaking himself, Harry walked to his own compartment to change into his school robes and wait for the train to reach Hogwarts.
~~~~~
Hermione stared out of the window of the carriage that was carrying her brother and her to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She had spoken with Dumbledore over the summer, and she felt prepared for the "sorting ceremony."
The carriage halted in front of a large castle. Hermione was amazed by the beauty and magnificence of this castle that would be her home for the next year.
Draco led Hermione to the Great Hall and directed her to the Slytherin table, where she would sit until she was sorted into one of the four houses: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, or Slytherin.
As the first years filed in and were sorted, Hermione felt fear overwhelm her. She wanted to be in Gryffindor, because Harry, Parvati, and Lavender were all in that house.
And, with the sorting of "Xavier, Geraldo" into Ravenclaw, it was now Hermione's turn to be sorted.
Dumbledore stood and waited for the students to quiet down. "This year," he announced, "we have a new seventh year that transferred here from Durmstrang. She will not be sorted. Please welcome Hermione Malfoy."
Hermione, blushing bright red, stood and walked up to the stool with the Sorting Hat. Sitting down, she placed the hat on her head.
"So, what do we have here?" the Sorting Hat drawled, "intelligence, a disregard for rules, extreme musical talent, bravery.many good talents.where would you like to be?"
"Gryffindor.please?" Hermione pleaded.
"Well, if you wish.GRYFFINDOR!" the Sorting Hat announced.
Hermione pulled the hat off her head. She walked over to the Gryffindor table. Everyone was cheering for the newest addition to their house. She smiled until her cheeks hurt. Harry caught her eye and waved, signaling her to sit with his friends and him. She waved back and walked over to him, sitting between him and Parvati.
"Welcome to Gryffindor, Hermione!" Harry exclaimed.
"Thanks, Harry," Hermione replied, blushing.
"Come on, Hermione, eat!" Parvati laughed as she passed Hermione a bowl of mashed potatoes.
Hermione thanked her and began to eat. As they continued eating and started to talk, Hermione felt happy. She knew she was going to love it here.