Author's note: Welcome to my second story: Seeing underneath and looking deeper. Hopefully it will attract more viewers by than my last story: It takes two to fall in love.
I hope to get at least 20 reviews with each chapter and hopefully my account or any of my stories won't be deleted again.
This story is basically about Draco looking underneath people's clothes, and Hermione reading people's minds.
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This story is very R rated. Read at your own risk. Don't blame me! I've warned you! That's right. This story is R rated, and if you don't want to know anything about sex, I suggest you not read this.
Disclaimer:I do not own any of the characters of this story, all belongs to J.K.Rowling except the plot.
CHAPTER 1
"Bloody Potter. Where would he be without me? Huh? He thinks he is so great! After killing Voldemort, Asks me out, I dedicate a whole 3 months to him! And what does he do? Cheats! Uh-huh! That's right. Cheats on me with fucking Luna Love good," Hermione muttered non-stop under her breadth.
It was the second month of 7th year and Harry had defeated Voldemort, and his horcruxes during the summer. He dated Hermione for 2 months and, as you've heard, he cheated on her with Luna Lovegood.
"Who does he think he is? That fucking man-whore! Freak shitty ugly, bulgy eyed twisted toad! That's right! Even Malfoy's better than him. God the Ferret's better than him. And he doesn't even bother breaking up with me! He didn't even tell me that he liked someone else!" she turned around the corner into the Prefects Dorms, which also held the Head Dorms.
"Love and Friendship." She said to the portrait of the book, Hogwarts: a history. The only way she found out about Harry cheating on her was when today, during Charms, Harry kept on thinking about Luna and he even had the guts to say, well actually think, that he wasn't getting satisfied enough from Hermione.
Well obviously he isn't worth me. I'm too good for him. Just because I'm not ready, he has to cheat on me? He could have broken up with me…idiot just had to be a two-fucking-timing dumb asshole.
"You may enter." It said snobbishly to her. But it didn't matter, it did that to everyone. Scrunched up it's nose as if there was a nasty smell. It seemed to like the place clear and fresh.
She set her bag down on her mahogany desk. Every prefect and Head had their own table to study, with bookshelves that had materials for every subject. You just had to ask the bookshelf for the book you want and it gave you all the books it could find. It was basically a magic computer.
She took out her homework and started working furiously on her homework. Scribbling her ink feather pen endlessly on a never ending amount of parchment. Of course her work was going to get her an O in each and every subject.
Working helped her forget what was going on in her life. She loved it. She could work for the rest of her life but she knew that she would be some sort of a retard if she didn't go out and have some fun.
Secretly, she had two other hobbies. Dancing, Oh she loved to dance, it was like magic flowing through her veins, but of course magic was literally flowing through her veins. And the second, reading people's minds.
She discovered it in 5th year. She went to Dumbledore and he told her that it would wear out when she fell in love. At first she couldn't control the thoughts going through her mind.
It was sometimes the reason that she would go to the library, but as time passed she learned how to control it. Now she only heard people think when she wanted to or when their thoughts were too strong. Like love or, gossip from Parvati and Lavender.
Draco Malfoy, Head Boy, entered the private dorms and set his bag down next to the couch. Then he fell backwards over the arm of the couch and fell onto the suede and closed his eye to try and sleep. He just pounded into Pansy for a long time, trying to relieve his frustrations.
She wasn't at all what he wanted. She was just one of those sex toys for him. He wasn't that mean Draco Malfoy anymore but, having Pansy rub your leg during potions and thinking that she was some other whore, he got an erection. To top it off that Slughorn idiot kept praising Blaise for his mother.
Zabini was a bitch. So was Pansy and the rest of them. They thought they were royalty because of their blood. But over the holidays he visited St Mungo's. He accidentally stumbled into one of the blood supplier rooms.
That day he discovered that there were different blood types not levels. O pos and O neg, AB pos and neg, A pos and neg and B pos and neg. He investigated muggleborn blood. There didn't seem to be any dirt in it.
He changed after that. He was still a bit mean; after all he was still the richest 17yr old in London.
He opened his eyes and got off the couch. He walked to his desk and pulled his cauldron forward. He told the cupboard the materials he needed to make the potion that Slughorn set the class for homework. After the ingredients and books for research appeared on his table, he got to work.
Hermione was completely oblivious to the fact that Draco Malfoy entered their dorm. A few others entered in the next hour or so, but went to their own rooms. She sat there quietly doing her work, oblivious to all the stuff going on around her.
Draco, on the other hand, had, by now, seen Hermione working diligently, sitting upright, pen to paper. He studied her carefully, drank in her profile.
She was still the goody-goody bookworm, but it was very cute how innocent she was. Actually, he wouldn't mind dating her.
She had warm brown eyes, with thick curly eyelashes, a cute button nose (a bit displaced, but still cute), and full pink lips. Her creamy olive skin seemed flawless. And her hair had tamed to more curly locks now.
He chuckled to himself thinking of the bushy haired Hermione Granger.
Does she even know I'm here? He returned to his work but wasn't concentrating properly. He ended up adding the wrong ingredient, but surprisingly there were no signs. He had to drink some of it, as Professor Slughorn assured them that even If something went wrong with the potion, nothing serious would happen.
Draco tilted the cup to his mouth and pinched his nose as he poured it down his mouth. He let go of his nose and he spluttered out some of the potion from the goblet, since the taste was horrible.
Bloody fucking potions. They never make one tasteful.
Hermione stood up in shock as she heard sudden sounds from Draco.
"Oh it's you…" she said relieved. She walked toward him but she hit her toe right on the corner of the sharp wood.
It hurt.
After the taste of the potion wore of he ran to her to do a healing charm, and the toe was bleeding.
Once again, there was no mud in the blood. Actually, it was a very bright scarlet. Almost beautiful, but he didn't fancy blood much.
He performed the healing charm and let go of her foot. She turned around to face him and found that they were so close that they could feel each others hot breadth on the lips.
"Thanks," she whispered gratefully and took a step back.
"Yeah, umm…I should get back to my…work …" he looked away.
"Yeh…me too."
It was pretty awkward for them, seeing as that was the first time they'd spoken to each other, apart from the assignment set to them, of course, they were Heads.
"Ummm…Malfoy…I've been meaning to ask you, why are you like…nicer…now?" she asked timidly.
"I saw different types of blood in St Mungo's. They was no mud in muggleborn's blood. I was brought up to think that there was mud in your kind of blood, but there isn't."
"Oh…" she smiled, "Well, that's good, we all thought you were going to become a psycho maniac, that would kill all the muggleborn's in this school for revenge…oh sorry…" she closed her mouth immediately. His mother died defending Voldemort.
"It doesn't matter; she put Voldemort in front of me." He said as if reading her mind.
Hey it's my job to read minds Draco…
She was about to probe into Draco's mind but Harry burst in right at that moment. And she needed to talk to him first.
END OF CHAPTER
Author's note: Well, there is your first chappie! Review people! I'm sure the next chapter is going to be way more interesting. I promise. And I'm really sorry for telling stuff about the new book when some have not read it yet.
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