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Despising You	By : Chillkat Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 24289 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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CHAPTER 2 IS NOT IN ORDER YOUR GOING TO CLICK THE DROP DOWN LIST FOR IT.
Harry and Ron were in the middle of an “intense” game of Wizard’s Chess, when the foreboding presence of Professor Snape interrupted them. A yard or so from their table stood the raven haired teacher wearing a very disgusted look he always seemed to have when he was anywhere near them.
The minute shift in sunlight pouring through the library windows revealed a second intruder, one who seemed to blend in with shadows of the grand bookcases. The figure was unmistakable, to both boys’ disgust the tall lean figure of the Slytherin seeker was slowly revealed by the bright sun.
“Put the board away. The headmaster would like a word with the two of you in the Great Hall.” Quicker than he appeared, he disappeared in his usual grand flurry of robes. Expecting to see the pale headed Slytherin leave similarly; both Gryffindors were perplexed to find no evidence he was ever there.
Every since Harry learned that Malfoy would be staying through the summer at Hogwarts as well, he decided it best not to say anything or give any reason for the Slytherin to say anything to him. However, that was way more than he could say for Ron, everytime Ron laid eyes on Malfoy, Harry had to drag him away from an impending fight. Though the weird thing was Malfoy had yet to speak a word to either Ron or himself, the only thing they could accuse Malfoy of doing was giving off his usual sneers when he saw them, but besides that Malfoy totally ignored their existence.
Walking into the Great hall neither boy was surprised to see the unusual sight, of one long table situated in the center of the Hall. Since there were only three students, all three were forced to eat at one table at their meals. But if there was any ulterior motive behind the set-up it went ignored, for the two Gryffindors sat at one end of the table while the quiet Slytherin sat on the other.

Standing at his podium stood the Headmaster, as usual he was dressed in the richest looking robes, today he wore a blue and green combination with a matching hat. His eyes sparkled with a knowing light as usual, giving the boys a heads-up that something was bound to happen in this impromptu meeting.
“Please take a seat, I am sure you are a eager to know what this is all about.” He paused watching each one give a slight nod. “I decided to give you an update on a certain student that all of you know quite well.”
Harry and Ron just looked at each other with confused looks hoping the other knew what the headmaster was talking about. Finding the same blank stare on the other’s face, they looked to the stoic Potions professor hoping his face would betray some knowledge, but as usual his face only held his usual scowl which happened to get deeper when he caught their stare. Malfoy seemed unfazed by the whole scene and waited as patiently as his nature allowed, for the Headmaster to continue.
“At the beginning of the summer this student was faced with a certain predicament that was so delicate, myself and Minister of Magic were called upon to help straighten things out a bit. It seems that the student’s great aunt, who currently lives in the United States, has demanded that they give up their magic abilities and live a normal muggle life and in return she will let the family keep their inheritance.”
The wheels in Ron’s and Harry’s head immediately started to turn, at the headmaster’s account. For some reason the story sounded slightly similar to a certain brown haired friend of theirs. A story she just happened to tell right before she left for her trip to the U.S for the summer. Before Harry had a chance to even form a sentence the red head, beside him shot out of his seat with questions.
“Headmaster you’re talking about Hermione aren’t you? I can’t believe it! She didn’t tell us any of that. She just told us that she had to go spend the summer with a evil aunt so that she can prove to her that she was worth the family funds, she never mentioned the bat wanted her to give up magic. What did Fudge say? You can’t let her do that to Hermione…” Ron’s face was so red, Harry was certain he was going to have a coronary.
“Shut your sodding mouth Weasel? Maybe if you would listen, you pathetic little beggar, you would know, bloody idiot!” Malfoy’s venomous growl betrayed his calm demeanor, however it didn’t deceive his cold gray eyes.
Ron spun on his heel towards Malfoy in a blur focusing his rage and frustration on his born enemy, whose first words all summer happened to be an insult directly at him. “Malfoy I am going to tear you limb fr…”
The potion’s master’s voice sliced through Ron’s tirade with the quickness ending any further comments. “Mister Weasley do sit down and be quiet before I assign you extra “activities” to take all your anger on.”
Ron inwardly shuddered, he knew exactly what Snape meant by “activities”. If he or Harry made the slightest mistake around the professor, he saw that it was fit for them to receive an early start on their work for the upcoming school year. Silently Ron sat down but not without giving Malfoy a promising death glare.
“Of course Mr. Weasley we have handled the situation quite well, and you are right I am talking of Miss Granger. It has been arranged that Miss Granger attend a summer camp in America, however what her aunt is unaware of, is that this camp is ran by Taradiddle a school for witchcraft just like ourselves. So you see Miss Granger is surrounded with people just like herself. At the end of the summer break she will inform her aunt that she will continue to practice magic.”

“Wouldn’t that mean her family’s business will go broke?” Dumbledore smiled at Harry’s worried expression.
“The ministry has decided to…let’s say “help out” the Granger family if that problem shall arise. However, we were hoping Miss Granger can change her aunt's mind.” He ignored the white haired Slytherin’s snort, “Now does anyone know what a “Imaginor Imago” means?”
The two Gryffindors simply stared back at the headmaster with a look of why-even-bother-asking-us-questions-when-Hermione-isn’t-here look. While the lone Slytherin sat there looking at nothing in particular with a bored expression upon his face, it was easy to notice he already translated the words.
“Mr. Malfoy would care to tell me what I said?” The twinkle in the headmaster’s eye brightened as the young man slowly straightened and turned his attention towards him with an annoyed expression. Dutifully, however, the white haired boy answered.
“Imaginor Imago, simply translates to-To conceive an Image.”
“Precisely Mr. Malfoy, if we were on school time I would award your house points.” Ignoring the teen’s disrespectful eye movement he continued. “Today I decided to allow you to see what your fellow classmate has been up to.”
Moments later
The four of them still could not believe the image floating before them. Before their eyes was Hermione Granger the know-it-all-bookworm dressed in a tiny skirt and matching top dancing in time with twenty or more girls and a few boys to some oddly fast and upbeat music. Her long brown curly hair was in a giant ponytail that bounced around as much as she did. Her legs that were hidden from their eyes for six years were now displayed generously for their eyes to feast on, they noticed quickly that her legs were quite tanned and muscular.
“What is she doing?” Ron whispered to Harry, though his eyes never left the image. They all watched as the dance number reached the end, or what they supposed was the end. Mostly all the girls except for a few, including Hermione, moved to the back of the stage like hall, while the few guys stayed up front with the select girls. The music changed to something a little slower but still highly upbeat, each girl was partnered with a guy as they did the complicated dance moves. Before they could even comprehend what they were doing, the girls did a back flip into the guy’s hands.
Dumbledore, laughed silently as he watched the four spectators gasp at Hermione’s stunt. Their eyes widened as, Hermione was held high standing up in one hand of the guy. She as well as the other girls standing in the air, performed many heart clenching stunts while the athletic guys in their matching uniforms miraculously caught them. Finally when the routine was over they did one last group dance and ran off the floor.
With a flick of his wand, Dumbledore took away the image, he was certain he heard a groan from each of them. “I believe she told me it is called cheerleading. Where she travels from state to state competing against other cheerleaders. Their judged on their complicated dance routines, how well they dance as a team, their originality, and last but not least their spirit.” He repeated exactly what he read in the letter she wrote to him. He had to admit when he saw it himself he was quite surprised.
“Miss Granger has informed me that she will be joining us by the end of this week.”
Ron who was finally able to move his mouth asked a question before the headmaster dismissed them. “Why is she coming earlier, the break doesn’t end for another three weeks.”
“Well Mr. Weasley there are things we must talk about and straighten out, and I suppose she misses her friends and a familiar magic society.” Ron’s face went red instantly at the last remark.
“You are now free to do as you wish.”

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“Why the hell did that dolt think we wanted to see Granger dance around in that sorry excuse of a skirt? What could have possibly been the purpose of that?” Malfoy looked towards Snape to see if he was listening, but it seemed the potions professor’s mind was elsewhere.
The professor simply replied with a deep “MMMmmm”
After they parted ways at the entrance to the Slytherin tower, Draco flopped down on the cool leather couch off to the side of the fireplace. He never noticed how big and empty his common room was without his fellow Slytherins. He actually liked it a lot better like this, sure he could tolerate his classmates, but the option of having the place to himself every once and a while was quite appealing. Hell, he actually liked the whole bloody school empty like this.
The quidditch field was gloriously empty and the halls were magnificently deserted, the only thing that would make it perfect would be if the wondrous disappearance of the-boy-who-should-have-fell-off-a-cliff and his fuck buddy Weasel. When he was informed he would have to encounter them on his stay here, he was positive he was going to be sick.
From what he heard from Snape, Potter’s muggle family preferred for him to stay in the wizarding world indefinitely; and the Weasleys seemed to be able to scrape up enough money for a vacation. He scoffed outwardly at the thought, he could just imagine what one of their petty vacations would be, all of them sharing one inn room while walking around and just enjoying the sights because they were too poor to do the “nicer” things offered.
Thinking of vacations instantly reminded him of his vacations, which he instantly shook his head of, trying to forget the one thing that caused him, Draco Malfoy to spend his summer at school, his father. Just thinking about his father made his blood boil, staring into the flames of the fire his mind was plagued with memories of the abuse his father inflicted on him and his delicate mother.
The last time his father hit him caused something to stir in him, it was dangerous and his father seemed to be overjoyed at by it, like he knew something he didn’t. It was as if he was waiting for something to happen, all Draco knew was that he needed to get himself and his mother away from the bastard.
With a simple note to Dumbledore, everything was taken care of, the next thing he knew he was here, and his mother was safe somewhere far from his father. The old man might be extremely annoying but Draco would always be in his debt for that favor.
Fiddling with his wand, his mind started to turn towards this afternoon. The sight of Granger dancing so provocatively was….sickening.
Sitting up from his stretched position he ran a hand through his shoulder length white hair, he was recalling the incantation the old man used. If he was correct, the spell worked for past and present only, and can only be used by knowledgeable wizards/witches able to control the image and decipher what they are seeing.
He watched carefully as the Headmaster performed the spell, and he was sure he could do it again. Holding his wand out with the proper grip, he thought of the image he wanted to see and called out the spell.
“Imaginor Imago” his strong voice never wavered as he called out the spell. Just as the headmaster’s a trail of deep grayish purple smoke expelled from his wand and formed a cloud before him.
Slowly the image of a white and blue room appeared, the room was obviously a girl’s, with frills, and various odd girly things strewn about. However, the center of the room held his attention the most, in the middle of the room was a rather small four-poster bed, big enough for one person; lying on the bed was the purpose of the image.
At first all he could see was masses and masses of brown curls, `typical` he thought, looking closely he spotted Hermione Granger’s sleeping face. She was deeply nestled into her blue and white frilly covers sleeping rather peacefully.
Without even being aware of it, he stared at her sleeping form for twenty minutes.
The dying light from the dying flames threw him out of his trance, appalled he viciously swiped away the image spell and stomped upstairs to his quarters.
“Disgusting mudblood”
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Both Harry and Ron were lying in their bed’s talking about what they just witnessed. Both were still drastically shocked at the fact that they had a hot girl right under their noses the entire time.
“Dear Lord man, did you see how that skirt fit her, and the way that top stretched over her beautiful…oh dear Merlin, I should be ashamed man, but I am not. What I saw today had to be the world’s eighth wonder.” Ron hadn’t stopped talking about Hermione since they left the Great Hall.
Harry was equally ecstatic, as his friend, every since they left the Great Hall his secret feeling for their bookworm friend reached and all time high. Now the thoughts weren’t as innocent as before, now they were filled images that would make Voldemort blush.
But unlike Ron he couldn’t voice his opinions, because unlike Ron his thoughts weren’t hollow remarks. He knew Ron didn’t like her like he did and he comments were just the comments he said about every girl. Harry wished he could not like her but she plagued his thoughts. Everything he thought about somehow ended up with a thought of Hermione. It was maddening. He considered telling her many times how he felt but every time he looked at her, she would give him that penetratingly honest brotherly/friend gaze, a look that was nowhere near what he wanted.
As he prepared for bed his mind started to turn toward the image he saw today, the sight of her bouncing around happily. Her hair was so much longer and lighter; in a ponytail, it reached her lower back. When did it grow so much? When did she become athletic? Who the hell was that guy she partnered up with? But most importantly, why didn’t she write or tell him what was really happening? It hurt and angered him that he had to find out with that prat Malfoy.
He wanted to see her again; he needed to know what was going on.
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“Even though he doesn’t know it, the boy is very interested now. Showing her was just what he needed.” The raven haired man watched and winced slightly as the older wizard took his queen.
Smiling at his move the white haired wizard leaned back in his chair and stared at the fire intently. Yes, what he did today was needed, the ice around the boy’s heart needed to break a little. However, more is needed, a lot more.
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