THIS COULD MEAN `DANGER [herman,hermyone,granger]

[DRACO MALFOY]

Ah, another miserable day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy. Ha! What a stupid name! That makes Hogwarts actually sound worth while, like a school you should attend. Everyone knows Hogwarts has really gone to the dogs. It's pathetic. With that stupid oaf of a headmaster Dumbledore running things, you're sure to have a school as disastrous as this one right here. Draco sighed, these thoughts constantly fluttered and cluttered his mind. Why did his father send him back here? He promised Draco he'd send him far away, to the best school in the galaxy. His father also promised to write him, and that hadn't happened yet either. Why wouldn't he write? Draco took some time everyday to write him nice letters, always signing them with loves and butterfly kisses. And yet, he got nothing in return except disappointment, and on occasion a hug from Hedwig. That bird really knows how to make a twelve year old boy feel better, though why it can talk is still a mystery.

Kicking his legs up in the air, Draco pulled out a piece of paper from his robes, along with a several crayons to choose from. He wasn't writing his father this time, though he had thought about it. No, he was practicing his drawing skills. In Potion's Class, stupid Potter thought he had he right to insult the way Draco draws. And you know that nobody makes fun of Draco Malfoy, especially his pictures. Pathetic Potter will pay for that. With a grumble under his breath, Draco sorted through the crayons and picked up the blue one, using it to shade in the sky. Right now he was drawing something new for Potter, something he'd be sure to admire this time around. It was him, in the air on his broom, getting kicked in the face by Draco. And he was hanging on for dear life, his eyes dripping with tears and his face all crunched up into some sort of weird frown. "Ha! This'll teach stupid Potter not to mess with a Malfoy." He sneered at the almost finished drawing, holding it up to meet the afternoon sunlight. It was nearly perfect.

And now, onto unfinished drawing number two! This one was a bit more private, so Draco scooted closer to the piece of paper, making sure no one could see it if they walked by. Unrolling it, he couldn't help but smile a little at the figures sketched side by side. Draco's eyes were so happy, full of joy and laughter. And Hermione's eyes, well, they were just always beautiful weren't they? Not that Draco liked her or anything, I mean, that would be stupid. She's a little mudblood who's friends with Potter and the Ginger! Ha! It's not like Draco Malfoy could ever have feelings for that Hermione Granger, could he? His head would often argue with his heart on the matter, he knew they could never be together. But would that stop him from trying? Of course not! Not only did it piss the Weasel off, but it made him look like an okay guy. And maybe, just maybe, if Draco looked like an okay guy, then Potter would finally wise up and be his friend. And if Potter became his friend, then maybe Draco's father would finally write him back.

Yes, it was all a big plan. His feelings for her were just a small, trivial element in a grander scheme of acceptance and respect. Or so he liked to believe anyways. He would never admit to anyone that she was the prettiest girl in school. Even with her bushy hair and frumpy clothes and terrible blood status. "Draco, wake up!" He shook his head violently, returning his attention to the drawing at hand. It was of Hermione and his first date. Seated at a table for two with some very tasty looking food made by that stupid house elf Dobby. It was a sight that nearly moved Draco to tears. They weren't on Mars, not yet anyways, but they would be soon. And they would go to Pigfarts together, and ride around on Rumbleroar's back as they toured the galaxy together, hand in hand. Sigh.

TAG: mel / hermione <3
WORDS: count them
LYRICS: eye of the tiger -- survivor
STATUS: finished and crappy!
GRAPHICS: credit to me and i guess starkid.
TEMPLATE: oh miss terra ?! at caution[/color]
NOTES: this'll get better after this point, i promise.[/font][/size][/color]

[HERMIONE GRANGER]

There were many bad things about Hermione Granger’s day. Her two only best friends, Ron and Harry, were offstage on another of their hair-brained schemes after, yet again, ignoring her warnings. An onlooker into Hermione’s life would wonder why in the world she continued to tell them when things were dangerous if they never listened. Onlookers, however, could not bring this up to Hermione (they’d probably be kicked out if they did). Hermione herself, though very smart overall, somehow missed the utter lack of logic in some of her decisions, though.

There were more bad things, of course, because there were always more bad things for Hermione. Ron and Harry skipping off meant that she was left alone to do all three of their essays for Potions. Not that they ever helped with the homework, but usually that were at least around to keep her company. If they were here right now, she would not be working in silence. Instead, she would have a lovely backdrop of munching from Ron (honestly, that boy had such unhealthy eating habits) and sporadic bits of music from Harry and his guitar. Sitting with little old Herman was too boring for them, though, and they had left with terribly vague ideas about finding a giant spider in the scariest place in the world, the Forbidden Forest.

There was one good thing about Hermione’s day and that was the sun. She had watched from the common room as the clouds faded away and had finally given in. At this exact moment, she was walking down to the courtyard, precariously balancing four books, seventeen and a half pages of notes, and three quarters of an essay. With a smile, she stepped out into the sun, greeting the smell of homework in the afternoon. She could not see around the stack in front of her, so she watched her feet while she noisily made her way to where she knew the nearest bench was. She knew the courtyard very well, as she made a point to come whenever she could. She liked the sun, and absence of mirrors and people to make fun of her.

She had thought too soon, though. When Hermione finished carefully and noisily stacking her books and papers on the edge of the bench and could finally see the rest of the courtyard, she noticed the blond head of Draco Malfoy on the nest bench. He was always one of the worst ones for teasing her, especially when he had his lackeys around. In fact, by now almost everyone else had laid off. It was okay, though. The sun was shining, she was doing homework, and Malfoy and his drawings were not going to ruin that for her. “Good afternoon.” she said, very civilly. Maybe if she was nice to him, he would be nice to her (and maybe Ron and Harry were start paying attention in class, too). And then, because she could not do anything without making a fool out of herself, her books slid off the bench, sending the notes and essay fluttering all over. Hermione ducked down to pick it all up, bracing herself for the laughter. If only she could rewire her ears not to hear it. Maybe there was a book on magical ear modifications in the library…

TAG the little blond elf
NOTES i hate this post, but I wanted to give you something
TEMPLATE moi, yo, me, etc, ad nasium
PICTURE me & starkidd together?
WORDS you should know this