Hello, people! This is the second story that I'm currently working on
at the moment. I know that I said in my profile that my first story was
going to be called "Who wants to play Spin-the-Bottle?" (yet another DM-HG
Harry Potter fic) but I haven't managed to post that story yet. I'm still
perfecting it and working on finishing at least two chapters of that before
I post it. And, by the way, I will try to update as soon as possible, but
please be patient, because I'm in Year Ten this year, and our teachers have
decided to give us tons of work to prepare us for VCE. I understand that
many readers hate stories that never get updated; I can sympathize with
them, because I know just how frustrating that is! So, I will try my best
to update as quickly as possible. Oh, and one other thing: I'm Australian,
so don't get confused by the different spelling of some words. And talking
about spelling...I'm obsessed with correct spelling and grammar, so kindly
inform me of any typos so I can fix them if I missed them whilst editing
this. Thanks!
Disclaimer: Lol, if I owned J.K. Rowling's series of Harry Potter, I'd be cruising around the world right now, spending my millions of dollars, not sitting at home writing fan fiction and being totally broke!! So, by the way, don't sue me, because like I said before, I've got no money! No, wait, I might be in luck! Aha! I have a total of 60 cents! Yay! Lol... Anyways, none of the following characters belong to me, nor the setting either. However, I do happen to own the plot, because it came from my own wacky, creative (or I hope creative!) mind!
Now...on with the actual story!!! - Enjoy, most wonderful people who I hope will not only read this but review!! hopeful look
Hogwarts At the Zoo
Chapter One: Train stations and a strange encounter
Hermione Granger slipped gracefully through the barrier to Platform nine and three-quarters. Her liquid-almond eyes skimmed over the crowd of Hogwarts students, and finally came to rest on a pair of boys. The red- headed boy towered over his fellow students, while the boy next to him stood out by his messy dark hair and alarmingly bright green eyes. Hermione smiled and leapt up, waving madly. The boys caught sight of the petite girl and grinned back as they moved towards her.
"Hermione!" Ron, his red hair cut stylishly and now dropping slightly into his eyes, shoved a poor first year rudely aside and Hermione up into a smothering hug.
"Ron! It's wonderful to see you again!" she exclaimed, then lightly punched his shoulder. "Put me down, oaf, you'll squash me!" Ron laughed and obliged, handing her into Harry's waiting arms. Harry swiftly hugged her, then set her upon her feet once more.
"Oh, Harry, I missed you so much, too! Summer has been dreadfully boring without you two trouble-makers to liven up my holidays!"
Harry smiled warmly, absently running his hand through his black shock of hair, briefly revealing his vivid lighting scar. "Yeah, Maya, don't you regret not going with us to the Burrow now? You should know by now that you can't resist our charms forever!" he winked roguishly at her as Ron laughed.
A cold, cruel voice interrupted their reunion. "Your charms, Potter? Exactly what would those be? Being lucky enough to receive a horrible scar? Being pitied by the girls so much that they go out with you?" The blonde, powerfully muscled boy stood behind them as they whipped around, a sneer twisted upon his face. Hermione couldn't help but stare at the older and quite obviously even more undeniably attractive Draco Malfoy. His hair was no longer slicked back, but instead fell into eyes that to Hermione were as cold and frozen as ice, blue ice. No emotions save hate and contempt swirled in their depths. With a shudder, she tore her eyes away from his, afraid that Malfoy would see her looking at him. The slight, almost suggestive smirk and his raised eyebrow told her that she had been caught red-handed. Or rather, red-eyed. She squirmed under his calculating gaze. Harry and Ron noticed his look and glared at the arrogant blonde. Malfoy let his eyes rove carelessly up and down Hermione's length. His appreciative look sent shivers down her spine and caused Ron to make strangling sounds whilst Harry held him back forcefully. (AN: Hmmz...I wonder if Harry might need a leash to keep Ron in check in future chapters, since there will be lots more of Draco and Hermione scenes to come! -) "Well, well, "he murmured thoughtfully. 'It seems my precious Mudblood has grown up over the summer – even managed to tame that ludicrous bush that you called hair, have we? I think, Potter, that it's the other way around...you can't resist her charms, which is obvious, since she is well-known to be the play toy for the 'Golden boys.'" The smirk spread across his face and his eyes glittered balefully at Harry and Ron.
Hermione's temper snapped. Seething with fury, she stepped forwards and went to smack her hand across his face and wipe that smug look right off it. Unfortunately for her, Malfoy wasn't Slytherin's Seeker for nothing, nor did he ever refuse to learn from prior mistakes, especially ones from his third year. His hand shot up and caught Hermione's in a hard, punishing grip. She blinked, and then desperately tried to tug her hand away. Hermione knew that attempting to slap a Malfoy, as satisfying as it was, wasn't exactly high on her list of smart things to do.
Malfoy grinned maliciously at her and jerked her towards him. "Oh no, you don't, sweetie. We have a few...issues to resolve before you leave, don't we, hmm?"
Hermione's eyes blazed as she hissed at him, "Don't you dare try to intimidate me, Malfoy. Because, guess what? Your dear daddy's not here to get you out of trouble, is he? Pity for you, he's locked safely up in Azkaban, but don't worry, you're heading in the same direction so don't miss him too much! Besides, I'm Head Girl, so you can't touch me!"
Malfoy's grip on her wrist tightened as he glared at her, a fire raging within his eyes. Hermione whimpered, knowing that in her anger, she had finally gone too far. Behind her, she could hear Harry and Ron struggling to get past Crabbe and Goyle to come to her aid. Hearing her whimper, Malfoy looked at her, and his eyes seemed to flicker slightly with molten silver, before changing back to slate, cold grey. He bent his head and his lips brushed against her ear as he murmured, "Don't ever say that again." He breathed into her ear lightly. "And you really think that I can't touch you, Hermione?" His other hand slid around her waist and jerked her up against his chiselled chest, as Hermione gasped, red flooding her cheeks and a tingling sensation trickling down her spine. He laughed softly. "Think again, Hermione."
Malfoy released a shivering Hermione from his grasp and slid away into the crowd, beckoning to his cronies. Harry and Ron rushed over and pulled Hermione into their protective embrace.
Harry looked at her, his eyes full of worry. "Are you all right? We couldn't see what he was doing to you, but for a second he looked like he was seriously going to crack it and kill you, Maya. Ron and I panicked, but Crabbe and Goyle –"
She cut him off, gently speaking to her two best friends. "I'm alright, don't worry. And don't feel guilty; I know you guys were trying to help me. It's just Malfoy, after all. What can he possibly to do me? I'm not the smartest witch in this school for nothing, you know." She smiled shakily at them, but still saw the worried looks the two boys exchanged. Personally, she didn't want to answer her own question, nor did the boys, it seemed. She knew they all feared the lengths that Malfoy would go to for revenge.
Harry forced a cheerful smile upon his face and tactfully decided to change the subject. "So...anyway, how have your holidays been, Hermione? The Burrow was excellent, we had loads of fun." At this, Ron's face turned scarlet as he muttered, "I don't get it; my house is plain, it's just magically run, that's all!" He listened, however, as Hermione told them about her trip to Spain, and how Crookshanks, having been left at home, had torn up her bedroom in search of his mistress the day after she left. The boys laughed, then Harry regaled her with the story of how Fred and George managed to slip a Canary Cream into Percy's lunch packet. Fred and George had apparently nearly choked with laughter at dinner that night when Percy complained that someone must have cast a spell on him at the Ministry, causing him to "turn feathery" and therefore manage to drop feathers on his boss's desk. Percy primly informed the family that many people were after his highly important job of Assistant to the Head of the Magical News section, which consisted of him serving coffee and carrying reports, and so it was clearly an act of sabotage by a lowly accountant. Hermione laughed along with Ron and Harry.
Ron suddenly cocked his head to the side and peered at Hermione, before turning to Harry with a puzzled expression. "Hey Harry... is there something different about Hermione this year?" Harry rolled his eyes, and then shared a smile with Hermione, who tossed her now perfectly straight, honey-brown hair over her shoulders in exasperation. "Her hair isn't bushy anymore, Ron. Don't you remember the ferret's comments about Hermione beforehand? Actually," he turned back to Hermione and grinned sheepishly, "I think your hair looks great, Maya. In fact, your whole new outlook is amazing! You really have grown up, Hermione."
Ron turned red with embarrassment at not noticing this, then turned even redder after Hermione caught him looking her up and down to see her new style of clothing – trendy and fashionable, rather than her normal baggy robes. His face burning like a red lamp, he muttered something that sounded suspiciously like, "Okay Ron, keep cool...you like Lavender, remember?" then he added more clearly and loudly, "Uh, let's go get a compartment on the train, shall we?" the other two laughed and followed him, Harry with his arm slung casually over Hermione's shoulders as they chatted away. She didn't notice it, but Harry quietly kept a lookout for Malfoy, determined to look after Hermione, who was like a little sister to him.
Disclaimer: Lol, if I owned J.K. Rowling's series of Harry Potter, I'd be cruising around the world right now, spending my millions of dollars, not sitting at home writing fan fiction and being totally broke!! So, by the way, don't sue me, because like I said before, I've got no money! No, wait, I might be in luck! Aha! I have a total of 60 cents! Yay! Lol... Anyways, none of the following characters belong to me, nor the setting either. However, I do happen to own the plot, because it came from my own wacky, creative (or I hope creative!) mind!
Now...on with the actual story!!! - Enjoy, most wonderful people who I hope will not only read this but review!! hopeful look
Hogwarts At the Zoo
Chapter One: Train stations and a strange encounter
Hermione Granger slipped gracefully through the barrier to Platform nine and three-quarters. Her liquid-almond eyes skimmed over the crowd of Hogwarts students, and finally came to rest on a pair of boys. The red- headed boy towered over his fellow students, while the boy next to him stood out by his messy dark hair and alarmingly bright green eyes. Hermione smiled and leapt up, waving madly. The boys caught sight of the petite girl and grinned back as they moved towards her.
"Hermione!" Ron, his red hair cut stylishly and now dropping slightly into his eyes, shoved a poor first year rudely aside and Hermione up into a smothering hug.
"Ron! It's wonderful to see you again!" she exclaimed, then lightly punched his shoulder. "Put me down, oaf, you'll squash me!" Ron laughed and obliged, handing her into Harry's waiting arms. Harry swiftly hugged her, then set her upon her feet once more.
"Oh, Harry, I missed you so much, too! Summer has been dreadfully boring without you two trouble-makers to liven up my holidays!"
Harry smiled warmly, absently running his hand through his black shock of hair, briefly revealing his vivid lighting scar. "Yeah, Maya, don't you regret not going with us to the Burrow now? You should know by now that you can't resist our charms forever!" he winked roguishly at her as Ron laughed.
A cold, cruel voice interrupted their reunion. "Your charms, Potter? Exactly what would those be? Being lucky enough to receive a horrible scar? Being pitied by the girls so much that they go out with you?" The blonde, powerfully muscled boy stood behind them as they whipped around, a sneer twisted upon his face. Hermione couldn't help but stare at the older and quite obviously even more undeniably attractive Draco Malfoy. His hair was no longer slicked back, but instead fell into eyes that to Hermione were as cold and frozen as ice, blue ice. No emotions save hate and contempt swirled in their depths. With a shudder, she tore her eyes away from his, afraid that Malfoy would see her looking at him. The slight, almost suggestive smirk and his raised eyebrow told her that she had been caught red-handed. Or rather, red-eyed. She squirmed under his calculating gaze. Harry and Ron noticed his look and glared at the arrogant blonde. Malfoy let his eyes rove carelessly up and down Hermione's length. His appreciative look sent shivers down her spine and caused Ron to make strangling sounds whilst Harry held him back forcefully. (AN: Hmmz...I wonder if Harry might need a leash to keep Ron in check in future chapters, since there will be lots more of Draco and Hermione scenes to come! -) "Well, well, "he murmured thoughtfully. 'It seems my precious Mudblood has grown up over the summer – even managed to tame that ludicrous bush that you called hair, have we? I think, Potter, that it's the other way around...you can't resist her charms, which is obvious, since she is well-known to be the play toy for the 'Golden boys.'" The smirk spread across his face and his eyes glittered balefully at Harry and Ron.
Hermione's temper snapped. Seething with fury, she stepped forwards and went to smack her hand across his face and wipe that smug look right off it. Unfortunately for her, Malfoy wasn't Slytherin's Seeker for nothing, nor did he ever refuse to learn from prior mistakes, especially ones from his third year. His hand shot up and caught Hermione's in a hard, punishing grip. She blinked, and then desperately tried to tug her hand away. Hermione knew that attempting to slap a Malfoy, as satisfying as it was, wasn't exactly high on her list of smart things to do.
Malfoy grinned maliciously at her and jerked her towards him. "Oh no, you don't, sweetie. We have a few...issues to resolve before you leave, don't we, hmm?"
Hermione's eyes blazed as she hissed at him, "Don't you dare try to intimidate me, Malfoy. Because, guess what? Your dear daddy's not here to get you out of trouble, is he? Pity for you, he's locked safely up in Azkaban, but don't worry, you're heading in the same direction so don't miss him too much! Besides, I'm Head Girl, so you can't touch me!"
Malfoy's grip on her wrist tightened as he glared at her, a fire raging within his eyes. Hermione whimpered, knowing that in her anger, she had finally gone too far. Behind her, she could hear Harry and Ron struggling to get past Crabbe and Goyle to come to her aid. Hearing her whimper, Malfoy looked at her, and his eyes seemed to flicker slightly with molten silver, before changing back to slate, cold grey. He bent his head and his lips brushed against her ear as he murmured, "Don't ever say that again." He breathed into her ear lightly. "And you really think that I can't touch you, Hermione?" His other hand slid around her waist and jerked her up against his chiselled chest, as Hermione gasped, red flooding her cheeks and a tingling sensation trickling down her spine. He laughed softly. "Think again, Hermione."
Malfoy released a shivering Hermione from his grasp and slid away into the crowd, beckoning to his cronies. Harry and Ron rushed over and pulled Hermione into their protective embrace.
Harry looked at her, his eyes full of worry. "Are you all right? We couldn't see what he was doing to you, but for a second he looked like he was seriously going to crack it and kill you, Maya. Ron and I panicked, but Crabbe and Goyle –"
She cut him off, gently speaking to her two best friends. "I'm alright, don't worry. And don't feel guilty; I know you guys were trying to help me. It's just Malfoy, after all. What can he possibly to do me? I'm not the smartest witch in this school for nothing, you know." She smiled shakily at them, but still saw the worried looks the two boys exchanged. Personally, she didn't want to answer her own question, nor did the boys, it seemed. She knew they all feared the lengths that Malfoy would go to for revenge.
Harry forced a cheerful smile upon his face and tactfully decided to change the subject. "So...anyway, how have your holidays been, Hermione? The Burrow was excellent, we had loads of fun." At this, Ron's face turned scarlet as he muttered, "I don't get it; my house is plain, it's just magically run, that's all!" He listened, however, as Hermione told them about her trip to Spain, and how Crookshanks, having been left at home, had torn up her bedroom in search of his mistress the day after she left. The boys laughed, then Harry regaled her with the story of how Fred and George managed to slip a Canary Cream into Percy's lunch packet. Fred and George had apparently nearly choked with laughter at dinner that night when Percy complained that someone must have cast a spell on him at the Ministry, causing him to "turn feathery" and therefore manage to drop feathers on his boss's desk. Percy primly informed the family that many people were after his highly important job of Assistant to the Head of the Magical News section, which consisted of him serving coffee and carrying reports, and so it was clearly an act of sabotage by a lowly accountant. Hermione laughed along with Ron and Harry.
Ron suddenly cocked his head to the side and peered at Hermione, before turning to Harry with a puzzled expression. "Hey Harry... is there something different about Hermione this year?" Harry rolled his eyes, and then shared a smile with Hermione, who tossed her now perfectly straight, honey-brown hair over her shoulders in exasperation. "Her hair isn't bushy anymore, Ron. Don't you remember the ferret's comments about Hermione beforehand? Actually," he turned back to Hermione and grinned sheepishly, "I think your hair looks great, Maya. In fact, your whole new outlook is amazing! You really have grown up, Hermione."
Ron turned red with embarrassment at not noticing this, then turned even redder after Hermione caught him looking her up and down to see her new style of clothing – trendy and fashionable, rather than her normal baggy robes. His face burning like a red lamp, he muttered something that sounded suspiciously like, "Okay Ron, keep cool...you like Lavender, remember?" then he added more clearly and loudly, "Uh, let's go get a compartment on the train, shall we?" the other two laughed and followed him, Harry with his arm slung casually over Hermione's shoulders as they chatted away. She didn't notice it, but Harry quietly kept a lookout for Malfoy, determined to look after Hermione, who was like a little sister to him.