Prologue to Phases
Author: SpikeslilSlayer
Rating: PG-13 for language, adult content, and violence, R in later chapters for content
Pairing: Draco/Hermione, Harry/Ginny, in the beginning looks like Hermione/George
Disclaimer: "Oh, Tom!" I squeal as he brushes my neck in a kiss. "You naughty boy!" The young co-star of "Harry Potter" grins wolfishly at me. "I know," he says. "But if you want me to continue you have to say it." I hate how he makes me beg. "Fine. J. K. Rowling owns Harry Potter, and Warner Co. has worldwide rights to marketing. Now, please?" Tom smiles seductively and returns to kissing my stomach. Sigh. It's so hard being second best sometimes.
Hermione exited Madam Malkins' Robes for All Occasions, sighing. It was two weeks until the end of the summer holidays, and there wasn't a word from either Ron or Harry. Hermione finally understood how Harry had felt last year after being kept in the dark.
Her parents had left her in Diagon Alley for the day with sufficient money to get all her new school supplies and something extra for herself, kind of an early birthday present. Considering between a new book or possibly an owl, Hermione wasn't watching where she was going; she smashed right into the person she least wanted to see, sending both of them tumbling to the ground.
"Watch where you're going, Granger," Draco Malfoy snarled as he picked himself up, brushing his robes off. Luckily there was no one around them; they were in a quiet alley off of Quality Quidditch Supplies.
"Sorry," Hermione replied automatically out of habit, gathering up her books and stuffed them back in her numerous bags.
"Hey Granger," Malfoy said suddenly, sounding confused. "What's that you're wearing?"
Hermione glanced down at her preference of clothes that morning. She had abandoned her Hogwarts robes today as they were too small, that being the reason she was in Madam Malkins'. Instead she had on a tight, black tank top that showed off an inch or so of her stomach, and form-fitting pink cropped pants. On her feet she wore black Sketchers sneakers.
Mione glanced back up at her enemy, as confused as he was. She thought she was dressed okay, not the nicest outfit, maybe, but not that bad.unless.Realization hit her at the same time as the swoop of hot anger in her gut. She plastered a smirk on her face.
"Please, Malfoy, you've tortured me countless times about being a Mudblood, and you don't even know what Muggles wear? Pathetic," she spat, planting her hands on her hips and glaring at the admittedly sexy yet arrogant Slytherin.
Malfoy looked stunned to say the least. "That's what Muggle girls wear? Jesus, Granger, I'd never thought I'd say this, but for once, I'm glad you're a Mudblood."
"Pig," Hermione shot disgustedly, and pushed past him, heading for the main street again.
"I only meant it as a compliment!" He called after her, but she was already gone, and if she had heard him she ignored it. Draco shook his head and headed in the opposite direction. He had felt a definite something for Hermione since at least fourth year, when he had seen her at the Yule Ball. Of course, the mere idea of the two of them being together was almost ludicrous. If only she had been in Slytherin; He would even have sacrificed being put in Gryffindor. If only his father wasn't a Death Eater. At least he was still in Azkaban; for the present.
Draco sighed, stopping outside the Apothecary where he was to meet his mother. If he was up to the challenge of winning Hermione Granger, then he'd better improve his compliments, and fast.
A/N: Okay, I know it's short, but it's a prologue, it's supposed to be short! This is my first Harry Potter fic, but I've written Buffy before. Just gotta say, I love Tabula Rasa, but OMWF was so much funnier. So, give a holler if you like this fic so far. Thanks! ~Em
Author: SpikeslilSlayer
Rating: PG-13 for language, adult content, and violence, R in later chapters for content
Pairing: Draco/Hermione, Harry/Ginny, in the beginning looks like Hermione/George
Disclaimer: "Oh, Tom!" I squeal as he brushes my neck in a kiss. "You naughty boy!" The young co-star of "Harry Potter" grins wolfishly at me. "I know," he says. "But if you want me to continue you have to say it." I hate how he makes me beg. "Fine. J. K. Rowling owns Harry Potter, and Warner Co. has worldwide rights to marketing. Now, please?" Tom smiles seductively and returns to kissing my stomach. Sigh. It's so hard being second best sometimes.
Hermione exited Madam Malkins' Robes for All Occasions, sighing. It was two weeks until the end of the summer holidays, and there wasn't a word from either Ron or Harry. Hermione finally understood how Harry had felt last year after being kept in the dark.
Her parents had left her in Diagon Alley for the day with sufficient money to get all her new school supplies and something extra for herself, kind of an early birthday present. Considering between a new book or possibly an owl, Hermione wasn't watching where she was going; she smashed right into the person she least wanted to see, sending both of them tumbling to the ground.
"Watch where you're going, Granger," Draco Malfoy snarled as he picked himself up, brushing his robes off. Luckily there was no one around them; they were in a quiet alley off of Quality Quidditch Supplies.
"Sorry," Hermione replied automatically out of habit, gathering up her books and stuffed them back in her numerous bags.
"Hey Granger," Malfoy said suddenly, sounding confused. "What's that you're wearing?"
Hermione glanced down at her preference of clothes that morning. She had abandoned her Hogwarts robes today as they were too small, that being the reason she was in Madam Malkins'. Instead she had on a tight, black tank top that showed off an inch or so of her stomach, and form-fitting pink cropped pants. On her feet she wore black Sketchers sneakers.
Mione glanced back up at her enemy, as confused as he was. She thought she was dressed okay, not the nicest outfit, maybe, but not that bad.unless.Realization hit her at the same time as the swoop of hot anger in her gut. She plastered a smirk on her face.
"Please, Malfoy, you've tortured me countless times about being a Mudblood, and you don't even know what Muggles wear? Pathetic," she spat, planting her hands on her hips and glaring at the admittedly sexy yet arrogant Slytherin.
Malfoy looked stunned to say the least. "That's what Muggle girls wear? Jesus, Granger, I'd never thought I'd say this, but for once, I'm glad you're a Mudblood."
"Pig," Hermione shot disgustedly, and pushed past him, heading for the main street again.
"I only meant it as a compliment!" He called after her, but she was already gone, and if she had heard him she ignored it. Draco shook his head and headed in the opposite direction. He had felt a definite something for Hermione since at least fourth year, when he had seen her at the Yule Ball. Of course, the mere idea of the two of them being together was almost ludicrous. If only she had been in Slytherin; He would even have sacrificed being put in Gryffindor. If only his father wasn't a Death Eater. At least he was still in Azkaban; for the present.
Draco sighed, stopping outside the Apothecary where he was to meet his mother. If he was up to the challenge of winning Hermione Granger, then he'd better improve his compliments, and fast.
A/N: Okay, I know it's short, but it's a prologue, it's supposed to be short! This is my first Harry Potter fic, but I've written Buffy before. Just gotta say, I love Tabula Rasa, but OMWF was so much funnier. So, give a holler if you like this fic so far. Thanks! ~Em