MikaelaHarris

Rose and Scorpius Rose’s father’s words were still fresh in her head. Don’t get too friendly with him, Were the words he spoke about Scorpius Malfoy, the son of her father’s school rival. As she sat in the train compartment with her best friend, Albus Potter, son of the extremely famous Harry Potter, she repeated those words over and over in her head. It was beginning to get dark, and as she had already changed into her school robes, she figured a quick nap couldn’t hurt. Just as she was beginning to fall asleep, the door to their compartment slid open. She opened her eyes, and found herself looking straight into the

A/N: Okee, that was a very raunchy first chapter, don't you agree? ^^ Well, here's chapter two, and I can't promise anything! ______________Chapter 2_______________ Hermione woke early, hoping Draco wasn't up yet so she could shower first. She slowly and silently crept up the stairs and peeked into the room. She saw Draco's figure still sleeping in the sheets. 'Thank God,' she thought happily and tip toed quickly to the bathroom. She got the shower going and found her favorite shampoo, conditioner and shower gel all smelling like sweet pea. 'Ah, no shower is complete without this scent!' She grabbed a towel and quickly undressed. She hurri

Hermione lay there in her bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about the things she and Malfoy had talked about, he was quite sweet once you got through all the hostility, but Harry and Ron would never understand, they hate Malfoy, and that'll never change. She sighed as she turned over, she couldn't be with Malfoy, no matter how much she wanted to, she couldn't choose Malfoy over her friends. "Hermione?" said a voice, it was Lavender. "Yeah?" Hermione replied. "Um, Malfoy asked me to find you, he wants you to help with this report or something." "Oh, okay." Hermione got up and headed for the stairs, then realised, she would have to tak

Hermione sighed and rested her head on her hand, she knew all this, she wanted to learn something new, something different, she sighed again. "Sorry, Miss Granger, am I boring you?" came Professor Mcgonagall's cutting voice. "No, but, well I know this," Hermione said, as soon as she had said it, she knew it was the wrong thing to say. "Well, perhaps you would like to teach my class, considering you know everything," the Professor snapped, "go on." "But, but-" "Hurry up, Miss Granger, your class is waiting!" Hermione stood up, red in the face and Professor Mcgonagall sat in her seat. "Well, um, to transfigure yourself," Hermione said, "

Hermione awoke feeling stiff and uncomfortable, she sat up and realised why, she'd fallen asleep in her clothes. "Hoot!" Hermione looked round, startled, she still hadn't got used to it, she smiled as she saw a reply to her letter. "Probably full of insults!" she giggled, getting off her bed and going to Windflyer. Hermione smiled and gently took the letter from his beak. Dear Hermione, I can't believe Malfoy's Head Boy, Ron reckons his father paid Mcgonagall or something, I reckon he got Snape to persuade her. Malfoy is such a git! ("I knew they'd slip that in somewhere!" Hermione groaned) I'm really sorry you guys have to share a commo