Disclaimer: I don't know JK, Harry, or even Draco (of all the luck.) Neither does the Demented Fairy (though she does own an assortment of diseased elves, and lustful doughboys.)
A/n: Hey, just a note from Trip: Hey! Thanks for coming to this part of FF.net! This is the first story we've co-written, so be kind, and review, FLAME if you wish, I have a fondness for fire, thanks!
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"Mester Mal-foy, Mester Mal-foy," came the shrill voice of a small, somewhat cute house elf.
He rolled over onto his stomach, and pulled the navy comforter up over his platinum head.
"Young Mal-foy sir" the little elf set the silver breakfast tray down on his black desktop.
He raised his head, and threw his black pillow across the room. The strengthened skills helped the elf dodge the heavy bit of cotton.
"September 1st it is sir, must be at King Cross in hour."
Draco lazily sat up, and looked at the small elf.
"Bye mom," Hermione repeated for the 8th time before her mother released the grip on her daughter.
"Promise not to get in trouble, you know why you did not make Head Girl."
"Yeah mom I do, Draco Malfoy," she said simply.
"Owl me when you get there."
Hermione nodded, then slid through the thick steel barrier. Ron's hair gave away he and Harry's position instantly. She smiled softly to herself, and began to make her way over to the handsome redhead. That's when someone ran smack into her, and knocked her to the ground.
"Damn, now I'm gonna have to burn this robe," came the sickening, venomous drawl of Draco Malfoy.
"Take you all summer to think that up?" Hermione quickly replied no sense of her normal sensitivity in her voice. He glared at her, but then turned away, pulling his cart behind him.
Hermione stood up, threw a glare of her own in his direction, and continued over to her two best friends.
"Hey Herm!" Ron yelled as she to them, "What's wrong?"
"Oh nothing, just the disease know as Draco Malfoy," she answered simply, and followed Harry and Ron onto the train.
All to soon the drawl followed her again, "Well look'ee here boys, it's Tag-Along-Granger."
For the first time anyone could remember, Ron had to grab the back of Hermione's robes as she lunged at Draco.
"Wow Mudblood, you been taking bitch lessons or something?"
"Watch your damn mouth, Ferret Boy," Ron said, releasing the back of Hermione's robes. She grumpily straightened her robes and pushed past Crabbe and Goyle and into the cabin.
"Mione, what's up with you?" Ron said following her in shortly afterward.
She shook her head and didn't look up.
"Don't be mad at me, Hermione," Ron said his voice beginning to get cross.
"It's not that big of a deal, I just don't want to put up with Malfoy's shit, Voldemort is more important."
"Hermione, watch your mouth."
"I mean You-Know-Who."
"No I mean Malfoy," Ron gave an involuntary shudder.
Hermione grinned, and sat down on the bench. She quickly buried her nose in the thick leather-bound copy of "Hogwarts, a History." A picture of the large, glomming turrets of Hogwarts Castle shown on the cover, under the intricate lettering.
"Hey Harry. You've been awful quiet. Anything happen over the summer?" Ron asked looking over at his friend.
"Yeah something happened," he replied with an odd expression on his face.
"What is it?" Ron asked, leaning in closer, and doing a take of shifty eyes.
Harry leaned in closer, and made sure no one else was listening.
"Dudley sat on me."
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A/n: Poor Harry! No surprise he's been sitting like that! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!! I don't sound desperate, right? Well, that's all for now, if you want more REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thanx in advance!!
~*Trip*~
A/n: Hey, just a note from Trip: Hey! Thanks for coming to this part of FF.net! This is the first story we've co-written, so be kind, and review, FLAME if you wish, I have a fondness for fire, thanks!
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"Mester Mal-foy, Mester Mal-foy," came the shrill voice of a small, somewhat cute house elf.
He rolled over onto his stomach, and pulled the navy comforter up over his platinum head.
"Young Mal-foy sir" the little elf set the silver breakfast tray down on his black desktop.
He raised his head, and threw his black pillow across the room. The strengthened skills helped the elf dodge the heavy bit of cotton.
"September 1st it is sir, must be at King Cross in hour."
Draco lazily sat up, and looked at the small elf.
"Bye mom," Hermione repeated for the 8th time before her mother released the grip on her daughter.
"Promise not to get in trouble, you know why you did not make Head Girl."
"Yeah mom I do, Draco Malfoy," she said simply.
"Owl me when you get there."
Hermione nodded, then slid through the thick steel barrier. Ron's hair gave away he and Harry's position instantly. She smiled softly to herself, and began to make her way over to the handsome redhead. That's when someone ran smack into her, and knocked her to the ground.
"Damn, now I'm gonna have to burn this robe," came the sickening, venomous drawl of Draco Malfoy.
"Take you all summer to think that up?" Hermione quickly replied no sense of her normal sensitivity in her voice. He glared at her, but then turned away, pulling his cart behind him.
Hermione stood up, threw a glare of her own in his direction, and continued over to her two best friends.
"Hey Herm!" Ron yelled as she to them, "What's wrong?"
"Oh nothing, just the disease know as Draco Malfoy," she answered simply, and followed Harry and Ron onto the train.
All to soon the drawl followed her again, "Well look'ee here boys, it's Tag-Along-Granger."
For the first time anyone could remember, Ron had to grab the back of Hermione's robes as she lunged at Draco.
"Wow Mudblood, you been taking bitch lessons or something?"
"Watch your damn mouth, Ferret Boy," Ron said, releasing the back of Hermione's robes. She grumpily straightened her robes and pushed past Crabbe and Goyle and into the cabin.
"Mione, what's up with you?" Ron said following her in shortly afterward.
She shook her head and didn't look up.
"Don't be mad at me, Hermione," Ron said his voice beginning to get cross.
"It's not that big of a deal, I just don't want to put up with Malfoy's shit, Voldemort is more important."
"Hermione, watch your mouth."
"I mean You-Know-Who."
"No I mean Malfoy," Ron gave an involuntary shudder.
Hermione grinned, and sat down on the bench. She quickly buried her nose in the thick leather-bound copy of "Hogwarts, a History." A picture of the large, glomming turrets of Hogwarts Castle shown on the cover, under the intricate lettering.
"Hey Harry. You've been awful quiet. Anything happen over the summer?" Ron asked looking over at his friend.
"Yeah something happened," he replied with an odd expression on his face.
"What is it?" Ron asked, leaning in closer, and doing a take of shifty eyes.
Harry leaned in closer, and made sure no one else was listening.
"Dudley sat on me."
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A/n: Poor Harry! No surprise he's been sitting like that! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!! I don't sound desperate, right? Well, that's all for now, if you want more REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thanx in advance!!
~*Trip*~