He lit the cigarette and took a long drag in his lungs, feeling the poison run out in his veins and the nicotine work its own magic in his brain. It was cold, but there was still no snow even though there were only a few days until Christmas.
He was completely lost in his mind and didn't hear the moving feet coming towards his hiding place; it wasn't until he saw the bushy brown mane he released that he'd been caught.
He had been caught with a mugglething by the one who he always teased for having muggleblood and wearing muggleclothing, Fuck.
She just looked at him, she had red marks down her cheeks and her eyes where a bit puffy, both probably from crying he guessed. He wondered what she'd been crying for, or for whom. Since she wasn't the one to whine and cry, that was more Lavenders job.
"Can I get a cigarette?"
He just stared at her, had she just asked him for a cigarette? Had the prude and proud Hermione Granger a.k.a Head girl asked for a smoke?
"Hey! I asked
Cigarettes ch 9Cigarettes ch.9
Her new apartment was not far from the station and it was a nice and quiet stroll to it, the air was filled with flavors steeming from the small cafeshops and people was running home with last hour gifts in big bags, It had started to lightly snow which is not so common in the middle of London.
She found her apartment building and of course she had the apartment which was at the top, with no elevator. She went in followed by Draco and she looked around, the apartment was simple, white walls, boring floor, her twin bed, and nothing else, the kitchen was small but cozy and the bathroom was also small but it was enough for her and her guest.
"well as you can see I need to do some shopping tomorrow" she said and sat down on one side of the bed and opened their food boxes, He sat down opposite to her and they started to eat, snow falling on the outside and they could still not feel the wonders of Christmas even though it was the next morning.
"It would be very nice if you co
It was finally graduation day, after 7 years and now they would not return to Hogwarts after the summer, they would not ride with the train, eat in the great hall, not sleep in their dorms and not doing homework with friends in their common room anymore, It was the end and she felt sad, she was practically leaving her childhood and her new life as an adult, she had already made it to healer training at st Mungos and she had her beautiful new apartment in Diagon alley, just over the ice-cream shop, but still she felt sad and she would miss it, she would miss everything, the teachers, her friends nagging about homework, Hagrid, the long nights she spent in the library and she would even miss the snarky slytherins.
There was no doubt that everybody felt the same, some were crying and hugging each other and even hugging the teachers and saying good bye, when suddenly Blaise zabini and Ginny went up to the teacher area and began shouting over the great hall for attention.
She knew tha
Hermione's Dragon Chp. 1Chapter One
"Father, I seriously doubt that we had this much luggage when we left London," said Hermione Granger as she frowned, watching some of the ship's crew unload boxes upon boxes of their luggage.
With France recovering from the aftermath of its former emperor, shopping in Paris seemed the least bit important to Hermione. But her mother would hear none of it, and insisted that she needed new clothes for her arrival in London.
They had made the trip with her father's friend and fellow wizard, Lord Sirius. There were quite a few wizards left in high society. Of course they had to keep that a secret from the muggles, or non-magic people, who were in the high society as well. Hermione came from a long line of witches and wizards on both sides of her family. When the time came for her to go to school, she was sent off to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Her mother thought that Beauxbatons would help mold Hermione into a proper young lady. But if Hermione had had her way, she would have
Black NightOne slice, another scar. A blade of relief, a moment of control.
Nurse the wound, shake with regret.
Dwell in darkness, grow in despair.
Learn to hate, forget to fly.
Another night, a need to cope, a longing to feel nothing.
Turn the lights out, curl up with blackness.
Shut the world out, hope for the best.
Believe it'll get better, pretend it didn't happen.
Cry silently, don't let the world see; know it'll all make sense someday.
Hermione's Christmas CarolDRAMIONE If you don't like the idea of Draco and Hermione as a couple, just hit the back button, k? People who leave whiny comments because they don't like the pairing (when it's clearly labelled!) are annoying,and will not be responded to. Those of you who think Ron is totally wrong for Hermione, and Astoria WHO?--you're my people XD
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe belongs to JK Rowling, and I just play around in it for fun.
It was the first Christmas Eve after the war. Hermione was overjoyed to be spending it with her parents, who, memories restored, were back from Australia. Around ten, the two glasses of wine she'd drunk had her yawning. "You'd best get to bed," her mother said, "Since you'll be going to the Weasleys so early tomorrow."
The Weasleys liked to begin their Christmas Day at the unholy hour of six in the morning. But Hermione wasn't going to complain. It was her first Christmas as Ron's girlfriend. She wondered what he would give h
The Halloween Costume Ball Chapter 3So here is a new chapter of my story
The rest of the days passed in a flash and after what felt like ten hours after her conflict with Malfoy in front of the classroom, it was already Friday. Even it was total rubbish, the days had passed much to fast for her.
So, Friday morning, she was sitting in the Great Hall and was going to go to Diagon Alley with the others to get ready for the ball. She still wasn't happy with this whole arrangement, but another thought was giving her even more problems: Draco Malfoy.
In her opinion, she had been thinking much too much about that blonde wannabe. In addition to that, Ginny's words were still buzzing around in her head.
Was he really lonely? Had his parents really never given him any love? But, Merlin's beard, that wasn't any of her business! Still, her thoughts didn't just vanish by themselves; on the contrary, she had the felling that they got stronger, the more she tried to get rid of them.
But she didn't like Malfoy and she wouldn't help h