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“What was that for?” Hermione snarled, sitting up on the floor, legs out in front of her.
The Choice of the Scope
His eyes flew open in disbelief to Snape’s dubious voice. He watched her as she stood up with a newfound energy, and she began walking.. Straight for him. This is not happening, Draco thought, his mind in a jumble. She can NOT be on the same level as me! He couldn’t believe the irony of it all. Mudblood Granger, on MY level? No bloody way.
“I can’t believe I’m actually going to do this. I agree with you Malfoy. It’s a nice boat.”
Hermione swept through the Starlight drill and blended into the Cross Foot drill, which, she had learned, had nothing to do with crossing her feet. She felt a pair of eyes on her body, but she pushed it away. Surely, everyone was looking right now. She sidestepped a jab from Fred and kept attacking, searching, seeking out an opening. She blended into drills she knew she hadn’t learned, free styling it, every here and there, careful not to leave an opening on her side.... It was just a game.
“Captain Hell!” Blaise called from the nest. “Silent Shadow at the moon!”
To Fight a Pansy
"It’s Pirates! The Lioness by the looks of it!” she yelled.
Hermione looked at the amazing Island before her. A large cliff rose out of the side on the point of the island, the other side was simply a shore. She looked closer and saw that a stream flowed through the island. Most likely has fresh water somewhere. she thought offhandedly, taking in the lush vegetation. She smiled at her crew that had gathered by her. “Looks like this is it crew! Down to the life boats, and lets go and find this treasure!”
The Flower Monster
This bloody Merlin-forsaken piece of demented land is not playing fair. Draco thought, agitated. He thought this was going to be easy! For real, invisible whirlpools? How is someone supposed to avoid those? And flower monsters? You can’t be serious!
Suddenly, Draco chose his moment to lunge at her, his cutlass cutting through the air. Hermione dodged it at the last second, but not before the blade cut through her shirt. She gasped, trying to retain her footage. She got into a defensive position, and blocked his second attack, her arm instantly screaming in protest.
Their accusing eyes were all on her. She walked proudly, her white blouse billowing in the wind. Her hair freed itself from her head, she shook her black main out, encouraging the crowds to yell louder. She sneered at them. The memories stopped, time stood still. She felt the rope being brought around her neck. She looked him in the eyes. Ronald Weasley. She sneered at him, and all of the sudden, the rope tightened around her neck.....
“So we have an accord?” Pansy asked, her hand gliding out to meet hers. Hermione tried not to roll her eyes at the old fashioned language.
No. 1 Rule of the Honor of Carrying the Malfoy Name: Know not thy Fear.
Hermione scrunched her eyes, and made a quick mental picture of her map, when she had seen Siramadra. She didn’t want to forget where it was. It was far too important, and crucial to her plan. She sighed quietly, not to wake up the other individual in the room. Her brows furrowed, when she picked up a little black notebook that graced the table.
Hermione pointed her wand straighter, with an easy smirk on her lips. “One more step, Malfoy, and you’ll wish you were never born.”
Nearly Headless Nick looked at the boy with translucent eyes. “You want to talk about it?”
Death and Victory
Ron growled. “I am not a homosexual--”
“True,” Ron replied, brows furrowed. “I just want to know who you are.”
The Slytherin Effect
Blaise pulled the glass from his face, but he kept on looking at the ship, indecision mixed on his face. He held out the glass to her; his hand was trembling a little. She took it from him, hers trembling all the same. She didn’t like this. She didn’t like it one bit.
He stepped back from her and put his sword in front of him, eyes dangerously cold. “I won’t show any mercy this time.”
Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire....
You don’t tempt me!” Hermione gritted, trying to pull away. She struggled, but to no avail. “I bloody hate you.
Schemes, Screwy Politics, and... Sewing?
She had a maid, and … sewing. Sodding sewing. McGonagall wasn’t kidding. Not in the slightest.
Two Nights and Tonight
She stood outside for a moment. Laughter came from it, but that… That couldn’t be. Hermione’s brows furrowed as she went through the doorway, and instantly, all chatter therein stopped. Hermione raised her brows at the girls inside. Cho looked her up and down, eyes narrowing, Luna looked at her blankly, the Patil twins looked agog, and… “Ginny?”
She then began on a run around the corner, freedom singing through her veins so loudly, that she didn’t hear the footsteps coming down the hall, and she ran right smack dab into a very hard, very warm, very male figure. She began falling, but a pair of strong, fair skinned arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her into his chest. Her hood fell away from her face. “My first day as a noble, and I daresay, the women are falling at my feet already.”
Dressing for Seduction
Hermione stood in front of the sketchy shop. This was her last resort, she realized. All of the other dress shops had dresses that were far too.. Too modest. Hermione shuddered at the thought. This wasn’t like her at all. She should be concerned about looking decent, and respectable. Well, you've got to do what you've got to do, a voice said in her head. Hermione reached out to the handle with determination. She could do this.
Twisted Masquerade: Part I
His eyes shut at the impact. For a moment, he kept them closed. Whoever she was, she was curvy. In fact, she felt perfect on top of him, as they fell to the floor. Her dress felt like sin beneath his hands. She was breathing into his neck...
Twisted Masquerade: Part II
“What are you up to, Hermione?” He whispered, as if the whole world was listening. She shook her head and pressed her body to his, slightly sickened at what she was about to do.
Twisted Masquerade: Part III
He leaned back against the doorway, “The better question is, what were you doing here, about to kiss Potter?” His gaze was measured. Hermione could almost see the cold fury in them, behind the cool façade that he was maintaining. Something about the way he was….
“Or what?” Draco asked, smirk curling darkly on his lips. “You’ll call your pathetic Muggle parents and make me? Oh wait!,” he said, when a thought hit him, “Don’t even bother trying your parents, ‘cause you have precious little Dommanic to help you, don’t you?” Draco laughed mirthlessly, seeing the confirmation in her eyes. “He won’t come.”
“You’re toast, Malfoy.”
She was a Gryffindor. She could do it. She had to do it to escape this prison of a game.
Teasing Teasers and Tossing Tossers
She had come too far to win. Her heart almost ached for home. She was tired of playing. And she knew he was as well.
The End: A prologue
For a moment she tried to remember what things were like before the game. The last war, the last everything. This was meant to be a distraction, and it was a good one. What would happen when they would need to return to the real world?
The End: Part I
He couldn't lose it now, he was far too close. The shuddering stopped quickly, and his crew was shouting. “Attack! Board her, leave no survivors, save Granger!” He yelled as loud as he could, and with that, his real plan began. “She's mine!"
Almost Doesn't Count
June 22nd, 2012. ;) Bet you thought I wouldn't update. Suckers! :D
The Aftermath; Part I
Hermione waltzed into the room clumsily and grinned to them, one hand catching the door to hold her balance, the other twirling an empty bottle. She winked at Headmistress, then bowed to the students. On her way out of the sloppy bow, her husky voice carried over the crowd. “You called?”
Professor McGonagall stood alone in the late Professor Dumbledore's office, her hands flat on the desk. She looked around the empty room. She sat down in the desk and put her head in her hands. “It didn't work,” She muttered into the air. She shook her head, lifting it from her hands.
Draco waited for just a moment after her statement; he was too tired of feeling so angry. He didn't want to be cheated. But he knew her, she wasn't going to sell him short. There was an explanation for everything, and he knew that she understood his thirst for knowledge because she had that same thirst.
Epilogue: Farewell, my friends.
February 24, 2014.
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