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Author: Irisri
Title: What was thought of as the Century Curse
Rating:PG/light PG-13
Summary: It seems a curse has been set upon the Malfoy family. Now, Malfoy must do everything within his power to break it. But he has to ask. Why him?
Warning: First chapter may have slight HBP spoilers.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. :(
"Draco?"
"What?" he turned around and snapped.
Pansy's eyes grew wide. "It's just that..."
"Just what, you bint? I'm extremely annoyed right now."
"It's your-- your ears. They're as big as a house elf's and every five minutes, they get bigger." The words were rushed, and put together.
Draco almost literally flew to the nearest spot where his reflection could be seen. What Pansy had said was true. His ears where huge, and he wasn't them grow even bigger in the time he stood there. By the time they stopped enlarging, they were the size of his head. He started wondering where the hell someone had gotten him with an ear-enlarging spell. His mind sped to the night before. The walking to his room and feeling a slight tingle when he'd touched the doorknob. He'd not had time to look into the mirror this morning, because his four poster bed had been so comfortable, he'd accidentally slept in so he'd only had time to run a brush through his chin-length hair and rush out the door with his books.
He was storming down the hallway, and found Granger scolding some third years for using the Weasel twins' joke products in the school. Then, he'd heard her say, "You'll both serve detention tonight with me in my common room. Understood? No, Mr. Collins, it will not be fun to spend detention with one of the Wizarding Worlds' heroines. Run along and ask Ron and Harry if you will. They'll get you the time of day."
"Yes," Draco said as casually as he could with the anger surging through him. "Run along. I must have a private word with Miss Granger." The two third years scuttled off in a hurry.
Granger turned to him after the third years had turned the corner. She placed a hand over her mouth, but he saw her smile make her face widen. He watched as she forced herself into a neutual expression. "Yes, Mr. Malfoy?"
"I was wondering," he seethed. "If you would mind fixing my ears."
"Why can you not fix them yourself?" she asked coolly. "After all, you are the pureblood. Lil ol' me is just a Mudblood. I don't know shit." she paused. "Remember?"
"If you do not fix my ears," he hissed, not wanting to admit that he, in fact, didn't know the countering spell for the enlargement, "I will decrease one hundred of your precious Gryffindor points, and not only will you have zero, you'll be below that."
"Fine," she muttered. "But you don't have to act like such a baby about it. At least give yourself some dignity and get your lower lip to stop pouting like that. You're making people think you look deformed." She waved her wand and he felt his ears shrink back to normal size.
"Thank you," he said before turning around to join a group of fifth year Slytherins.
Hermione stood there for a long time. Had Draco Malfoy just thanked her for something. Well, regardless if he said it or not, it was purely sarcasm, and snarled at her like she was dirt. She stood there for a few seconds, twirling her wand with her fingers, something that if Ron had been there to see, he would have started complaining about the time she'd smacked him upside the head because he'd done that while mooning over Fleur Delacour.
"Class, take your seats." The low rumble of Professor Snape's voice slithered through the room and the students quieted and sat down abruptly. The dungeons were a rather creepy place, or so Hermione thought. She'd heard some other Gryffindor girls saying they thought it was enchanting in a spooky way because of the shadows. She also knew that more than half the dungeons had had students shagging in them because it was so dark and there was less chance of getting caught as long as Snape wasn't patrolling.
"Miss Granger," Snape's voice entered her mind. "If you would stop daydreaming about, apparently Mr. Malfoy, we would like to get on with class. Ten points from Gryffindor."
Hermione bristled. She did NOT daydream. Daydreaming was off limits for her. Getting lost in thought was okay, thinking about her future, that was okay too, but daydreaming? No. Especially about Malfoy. She almost started gagging from the thought. "I was not daydreaming, Professor. I was merely thinking about the dungeons' decor."
"Really, Miss Granger? Well, since you have such an interest in 'dungeon decor,' then I suggest you start looking at the walls and not at Mr. Malfoy. Another ten points from Gryffindor for back-talking."
She started protesting and that earned her a slap in the arm from Ron. He glared at her. She glared back. Only she got the privilege of slapping people in class. She mouthed at him, 'you're getting detention with Snape if you don't cut it out.' He understood and reverted his gaze to the object that was threatened of him.
"Well, I must say, Granger," Draco said smoothly as they walked into their common room. "I had no idea you had such feelings for me."
"Oh please," Granger replied. "I'm no twit, Malfoy. I do not ogle, daydream, or any of that other nonsense. I was really thinking about how the dungeons look." Her cheeks pinkened and he prodded.
"What else were you thinking about then?"
"Nothing," she said a bit too quickly.
"Except about shagging me in those dark shadows," he replied. He put a hand on his heart. "The bookworm, Mudblood Granger falling for a rotten Death Eater like me. The shame and thought." He ducked as a book was thrown at him and snorted. "Come off it, Granger. The whole class watched you watch me for about five minutes. The secret's out, you may as well admit it."
"I've got two words for you, Malfoy."
"What?"
"Fuck off. If you don't cut it out, I swear to God on Merlin's grave that that curse will only worsen."
He froze. "What curse?" He asked too quickly.
She turned and walked out of the room, coming back a few minutes later clad in Muggle jeans and a muggle fleece sweater. Her Head Girl badge gleamed from her left breast and it looked like it had been polished briefly. He'd not moved since she'd walked out of the room.
"Oh, you know," she said, answering his earlier question as she put on some Muggle shoes, he thought they were called sneakers or sometimes tennis shoes. He wondered who came up with such a ridiculous. "The curse in which that Malfoys have no choice but---Oh, who could that be?"
She been alerted by a small bell that started ringing every time their portrait door was opened after someone gave the password. Draco darted into his room and changed swiftly into different robes. He walked into the common room to see Granger and Weasel locked in an embracing, their eyes closed and lips touching and rubbing. He felt sick when he saw the Weasel's disgusting tongue lick Granger's lips and he hurried out of the room, making sure to tell the portrait to slam hisself really hard to startle the two disgusting people in the common room.
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Title: What was thought of as the Century Curse
Rating:PG/light PG-13
Summary: It seems a curse has been set upon the Malfoy family. Now, Malfoy must do everything within his power to break it. But he has to ask. Why him?
Warning: First chapter may have slight HBP spoilers.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. :(
"Draco?"
"What?" he turned around and snapped.
Pansy's eyes grew wide. "It's just that..."
"Just what, you bint? I'm extremely annoyed right now."
"It's your-- your ears. They're as big as a house elf's and every five minutes, they get bigger." The words were rushed, and put together.
Draco almost literally flew to the nearest spot where his reflection could be seen. What Pansy had said was true. His ears where huge, and he wasn't them grow even bigger in the time he stood there. By the time they stopped enlarging, they were the size of his head. He started wondering where the hell someone had gotten him with an ear-enlarging spell. His mind sped to the night before. The walking to his room and feeling a slight tingle when he'd touched the doorknob. He'd not had time to look into the mirror this morning, because his four poster bed had been so comfortable, he'd accidentally slept in so he'd only had time to run a brush through his chin-length hair and rush out the door with his books.
He was storming down the hallway, and found Granger scolding some third years for using the Weasel twins' joke products in the school. Then, he'd heard her say, "You'll both serve detention tonight with me in my common room. Understood? No, Mr. Collins, it will not be fun to spend detention with one of the Wizarding Worlds' heroines. Run along and ask Ron and Harry if you will. They'll get you the time of day."
"Yes," Draco said as casually as he could with the anger surging through him. "Run along. I must have a private word with Miss Granger." The two third years scuttled off in a hurry.
Granger turned to him after the third years had turned the corner. She placed a hand over her mouth, but he saw her smile make her face widen. He watched as she forced herself into a neutual expression. "Yes, Mr. Malfoy?"
"I was wondering," he seethed. "If you would mind fixing my ears."
"Why can you not fix them yourself?" she asked coolly. "After all, you are the pureblood. Lil ol' me is just a Mudblood. I don't know shit." she paused. "Remember?"
"If you do not fix my ears," he hissed, not wanting to admit that he, in fact, didn't know the countering spell for the enlargement, "I will decrease one hundred of your precious Gryffindor points, and not only will you have zero, you'll be below that."
"Fine," she muttered. "But you don't have to act like such a baby about it. At least give yourself some dignity and get your lower lip to stop pouting like that. You're making people think you look deformed." She waved her wand and he felt his ears shrink back to normal size.
"Thank you," he said before turning around to join a group of fifth year Slytherins.
Hermione stood there for a long time. Had Draco Malfoy just thanked her for something. Well, regardless if he said it or not, it was purely sarcasm, and snarled at her like she was dirt. She stood there for a few seconds, twirling her wand with her fingers, something that if Ron had been there to see, he would have started complaining about the time she'd smacked him upside the head because he'd done that while mooning over Fleur Delacour.
"Class, take your seats." The low rumble of Professor Snape's voice slithered through the room and the students quieted and sat down abruptly. The dungeons were a rather creepy place, or so Hermione thought. She'd heard some other Gryffindor girls saying they thought it was enchanting in a spooky way because of the shadows. She also knew that more than half the dungeons had had students shagging in them because it was so dark and there was less chance of getting caught as long as Snape wasn't patrolling.
"Miss Granger," Snape's voice entered her mind. "If you would stop daydreaming about, apparently Mr. Malfoy, we would like to get on with class. Ten points from Gryffindor."
Hermione bristled. She did NOT daydream. Daydreaming was off limits for her. Getting lost in thought was okay, thinking about her future, that was okay too, but daydreaming? No. Especially about Malfoy. She almost started gagging from the thought. "I was not daydreaming, Professor. I was merely thinking about the dungeons' decor."
"Really, Miss Granger? Well, since you have such an interest in 'dungeon decor,' then I suggest you start looking at the walls and not at Mr. Malfoy. Another ten points from Gryffindor for back-talking."
She started protesting and that earned her a slap in the arm from Ron. He glared at her. She glared back. Only she got the privilege of slapping people in class. She mouthed at him, 'you're getting detention with Snape if you don't cut it out.' He understood and reverted his gaze to the object that was threatened of him.
"Well, I must say, Granger," Draco said smoothly as they walked into their common room. "I had no idea you had such feelings for me."
"Oh please," Granger replied. "I'm no twit, Malfoy. I do not ogle, daydream, or any of that other nonsense. I was really thinking about how the dungeons look." Her cheeks pinkened and he prodded.
"What else were you thinking about then?"
"Nothing," she said a bit too quickly.
"Except about shagging me in those dark shadows," he replied. He put a hand on his heart. "The bookworm, Mudblood Granger falling for a rotten Death Eater like me. The shame and thought." He ducked as a book was thrown at him and snorted. "Come off it, Granger. The whole class watched you watch me for about five minutes. The secret's out, you may as well admit it."
"I've got two words for you, Malfoy."
"What?"
"Fuck off. If you don't cut it out, I swear to God on Merlin's grave that that curse will only worsen."
He froze. "What curse?" He asked too quickly.
She turned and walked out of the room, coming back a few minutes later clad in Muggle jeans and a muggle fleece sweater. Her Head Girl badge gleamed from her left breast and it looked like it had been polished briefly. He'd not moved since she'd walked out of the room.
"Oh, you know," she said, answering his earlier question as she put on some Muggle shoes, he thought they were called sneakers or sometimes tennis shoes. He wondered who came up with such a ridiculous. "The curse in which that Malfoys have no choice but---Oh, who could that be?"
She been alerted by a small bell that started ringing every time their portrait door was opened after someone gave the password. Draco darted into his room and changed swiftly into different robes. He walked into the common room to see Granger and Weasel locked in an embracing, their eyes closed and lips touching and rubbing. He felt sick when he saw the Weasel's disgusting tongue lick Granger's lips and he hurried out of the room, making sure to tell the portrait to slam hisself really hard to startle the two disgusting people in the common room.
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