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Mirror, mirror, on the wall...	By : Padfoot Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 47267 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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*Author*:
Padfoot
the Marauder

*Rating*:
NC-17

*Pairings*: HG/DM,
LE/JP, NB/LM, BB/LM

*Summary*: When
Hermione becomes Head Girl she accidentally discovers that the mirrors of her
private dorm provide a clear outlook into the Head Boy�s quarters. A view of
three generations of Head Girls dealing with this unusual phenomenon.
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*Disclaimer*: I own
nothing and nobody! These characters belong to JK Rowling. I promise I�ll return
them unharmed... sort of.

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CHAPTER
3:

1996
(again)

Hermione
vaguely recalled a time when she relished the fact that the school�s library was
absolutely stacked with books. It was one of the biggest libraries in the
Wizarding world and all those books were just beckoning for her to read them. So
much knowledge so close to her bed; during her first year that thought alone
occasionally made her tear up from happiness.

That
feeling was far off today.

For
once in her life she didn�t really know where to start looking. This wasn�t a
normal spell she had to deal with; this was a spell which lay dormant until a
certain other spell was cast on top of it. Obviously not your every-day
incantation. She decided to start off with looking at books about spells on
mirrors. There were a lot of those: �How to look at your best when you�re not
looking at your best�, �What to do when your reflection talks back�, �How to
make your mirror dirt-repellent�, and so on.

�This
is going to be a long day,� Hermione realised while she sat herself down at one
of the tables and flipped open her first tome.

�Granger!�
she heard a familiar voice spit at her.


�What is it, Malfoy?� Hermione spat back, looking up from her book. She
had to keep her face in check not to break out in a grin at the sight of Malfoy.
Looking at him now and comparing him with the image she saw of him this morning;
she couldn�t say why, but it was just so damn funny.


�I wanted to...� Draco paused and frowned. �What is with that weird look
on your face ?�


�There is no weird look on my face!� Shit! Shit!
Shit!


�Yes there was! You were looking at me funny.�

Hermione
quickly collected herself.


�Indeed I was! There is this theory that inbreeding can cause children to
grow up to be retarded,� she said fake-enthusiastically. �I was always kind of
bummed that I�ve never seen any of those cases with my own eyes.�

As
she continued her justification, Malfoy looked at her as if she was insane.

�But
then it just hit me!� she said enigmatically while giving Draco a meaningful
look up and down. �I was wrong there�.


�That�s clever, Granger� Draco spat. �Of all people a Mudblood
insults my bloodline. What are you
doing anyway? School hasn�t even
started for a week and you�re already studying at the crack of dawn. Making up
for the inadequacies of your genetics?�


�Bugger off, Malfoy.�


�It�s kind of the same thing as with street-dogs, isn�t it?� Malfoy
commented matter-of-factly. �They live longer because of their mixed
heritage. But they�re stupid,
butt-ugly and no one in their right mind would take them
in.�


�Did you just compare me to a street-dog?� Hermione asked incredulously,
getting quite pissed off.

Malfoy
gave her a malicious grin.


�That reminds me,� he said. �Will you do something about that overgrown
fur-ball of yours!�


�What could Crookshanks possibly have done to you?� Hermione asked,
clearly annoyed.


�She-�


�He� Hermione corrected.

Malfoy
rolled his eyes in a �like-I-give-a-damn� sort of way.


�He leaves hair all over the place! I�m sure Mudbloods like
yourself are used to living in unsanitary conditions like that, but I sure am
not! And I wont tolerate it!�

Hermione
gave him a clear look of indifference.


�Perhaps you should schedule an appointment with Madame Pomfrey� she
suggested.

Malfoy
cocked an eyebrow, wondering what she was up to.


�And why is that?� he asked.


�I suspect things will get a lot more comfortable for you once you get
that stick surgically removed from your ass,� she replied.


�No need to get rude there, Miss Head Girl,� Malfoy said huffily.


�Who�s being rude, Big-Head Boy?� Hermione retorted. �What do you want
anyway? I expect you�re not here gracing my presence just to whine about my
cat?�


�Indeed I�m not,� he said. �And I do not whine! I just wanted to let you know that I
won�t be able to do my rounds this evening.�


�And why�s that?� she asked.


�I don�t have to tell you my business,� Malfoy said indignantly.


�You do have to tell me your business when it involves me taking
over your job,� Hermione pointed out.


�Too bad!�


�I�m not taking over your shift!� Hermione said decisively.


�Then the halls will remain unmonitored,� he
challenged.


�No they won�t!�


�Then you�ll just have to take over my shift,� Malfoy said, turned around
and walked away.


�Malfoy, don�t you do this� Hermione growled. �Malfoy, get back
here! MALFOY!�

*

That evening
Hermione strutted through the hallways, still very much fuming about Malfoy. She
could have spent that time in the library, but he had to be difficult
once again. After she had passed throughout all the hallways she made her way
back towards her dorm. She was tired, sleepy and extremely pissed
off!

�Why
couldn�t Ron have worked just a little harder last year?� she thought
resentfully. �He could have been Head Boy now. But no! Too lazy to
even take his own notes. And now I�m stuck with Malfoy!�

She opened the portrait hole and
made her way through the common room towards her bedroom. She opened the door
while she kept ranting in her head.

��Granger
this, and Granger that!�, �Granger, your existence is a blame on my perfect,
inbreeded, bleach-headed life... so that�s why you can do my Head Boy
responsibilities�. I can�t believe he�s doing this, that prissy
little...�

Hermione
gasped.

Across
the room she saw Malfoy lying in his bead, snuggled under the covers and vast
asleep. His head was resting on his hand and a stray lock of hair was hanging
loosely across his serene looking face.
He looked so peaceful.

�How
can someone so rude look so innocent?� she wondered. Just the sight of Malfoy sleeping made
her feel calm. Too tired to take
off her clothes she laid herself down on the bed. After one final marvelled gaze
at the Slytherin she closed her eyes and let herself drift off to the land of
dreams.

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