Far From Heaven/Chapter Four
I know, I know it's been a long time coming but, truth is, I completely forgot about LJ. -___- Please don't throw tomatoes at me for I have written chapter four & five :D
Title: Far From Heaven
Author: johnnypickalot
Rating: 15+/Mature for later chapters.
Summary: It's her seventh year at hogwarts, and Hermione Granger is not as excited as she should be. Her boyfriend, Ron Weasley, is starting to bore her. She finds out that she may be attracted to Draco Malfoy of all people. And, she has to be partners with Blaise Zabini for the rest of school year. Could things get much worse? Draco/Hr, & Blaise/Luna.
Disclaimer: Not mine. All belongs to J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury.
Hermione just stood there for a few more seconds before she noticed that she looked like a fish out of water. She snapped her jaw closed and took two steps backwards, leaving some room between her and Malfoy.
The blonde quirked an eyebrow as he smirked, “You seem in a rush, Granger. So eager to get to the library to learn something new? Or is it that you are so desperate to see your Won-Won again and have another snog session?” He ended with a visible shudder of disgust.
Hermione pulled up her upper lip in a semi-sneer at his comment, “For one, Malfoy, the library is in the complete opposite direction and for two: how is it any of your business what me and Ronald do?”
Draco shrugged and leaned so most of his weight was on his right foot, “I stand corrected. And, what you and the Weasel do is of course, none of my business,” he smirked, “Until I see you two shoving your tongues down each others throats in the middle of the hallways. Then, it becomes the public’s business for you have just disgusted them into oblivion.”
Hermione cheeks burned a bright red at the vulgar comment and of course, she got angry, “You act as if no one else gets the sudden urge to vomit each time we all see you with Ms. Parkinson.”
Malfoy eyes flared at the brunettes counter but he relaxed and scoffed, “Well, they wouldn’t be alone there. I, myself, get the urge to throw up at only the mention of her name.”
She couldn’t help but chuckle at the stab at Pansy. But she quickly caught herself and tried to play it off. When she looked back at Draco, he was looking at her with that strange gleam in his eye again.
“See…I’m not so bad, Granger, when you stand here long enough to talk…” He said softly.
Hermione wasn’t sure if he was being sarcastic or not and didn’t have much time to mull it over in her mind because, as if on cue, Blaise Zabini zipped around the corner with a petite redhead Slytherin in tow.
“Well, well, well. Look what we have here. My potions partner. Pleasure to see you, Ms. Granger.” He slurred as he stopped next to his best friend, Malfoy. The girl who was accompanying him fell in behind him and, for some odd reason, could not stop giggling.
She was about to inquire as to what was wrong with the two of them exactly but the answer came to her as a small breeze wafted through the schools hallways bringing a stench to Hermione’s nose that was purely one thing; Alcohol.
Draco was chuckling as Blaise leaned heavily against him in an attempt to keep himself steady.
“You alright there, mate?” Draco asked, teasingly.
“Of course, I am! What’s gotten into you!” Blaise responded, extremely loud for such a small corridor.
The girl, who was still giggling insanely, stepped forward slightly, “Is she in Slytherin? I can’t see her badge clearly.” She asked as she side stepped, catching herself so she wouldn’t face plant on the tile.
Blaise swung his arm around the little redhead and pulled her in close, “What? Of course she is, Matilda! You’d be bloody mental not to know that.”
Just as Draco and Hermione’s brows furrowed at the odd proclamation, the two drunken Slytherins fell about themselves laughing.
After all the noise coming from Blaise and Matilda stopped, Hermione just rocked on the back of her heels as she felt an awkward silence come upon them.
“Well…,” She started, clearing her throat, “That was um…interesting.” Adjusting the bag strap on her shoulder, she took a few steps towards the door. “I suppose, I’ll speak to you another time, Zabini.”
Blaise whirled around to her direction, wearing a precious scowl on his face that must have belonged to an eight year old. “It’s Blaise to you, Hermione.”
Hermione couldn’t stop the roll of her eyes, “Excuse me, Blaise. So sorry.”
He grinned in response, “Have a goodnight, Hermione!” Blaise exclaimed.
“And to you, Blaise,” She mumbled as she began to walk off before she heard a soft ‘Goodnight’ from another male voice. Hermione turned just in time to see Draco Malfoy give her a small smirk before strutting off with Blaise and Matilda.
Hermione watched as they disappeared down another corridor, sighing as she began to walk again. Oh dear, the day has flown by, she thought as she ran her fingertip down her book’s spine. She didn’t know what to make out of the past couple of day’s events and this sudden occurrence was not helping her clear her head at all. All she wanted was a bit of solace from her screaming head but apparently she couldn’t get that anywhere she looked.
Plus, it wasn’t helping that apart from Draco being on her mind the whole time, Ron kept finding ways to sneak up in the dark corners of her brain and irritate her to the very end. And honestly, Hermione had no idea what was making Ron so annoying to her. Maybe it was the way he nearly suffocates her when they snog. Maybe was the fact that he really can’t go a half hour without speaking to her about something. Maybe it was just because he was way too clingy.
Maybe it’s just time to end it…
Wait, what? Why do I have to end it? I’m sure I’m just being too harsh. I can fix this.
Why fix it when it’s obvious I don’t want to be with him?
Because I’d feel bad.
But I’d feel worse if I drag this out any longer…
Hermione let out a very big sigh of helplessness as she turned the corner, almost running into someone going full speed.
“Oh my god, I am sorry. I’ve been running into everybody-- Ginny?” Hermione blurted out as she looked up to her red haired best friend. “What are you doing?”
Ginny gave her one of his lopsided grins before grabbing her elbow and dragging her in the opposite direction, “Currently, I’m trying to help you avoid my brother.”
Hermione quirked an eyebrow in suspicion, “Why?”
“Because apparently he heard some nonsense from Luna that you, Malfoy and Blaise were all chit chatting like it was nothing. Luna described it as peaceful and as if the Nazis and the Jews sat down and had tea together,” Ginny continued as she finally stopped behind a statue.
Hermione face dropped, “Luna said what? And Ginny, that is a very crude analogy…”
“What? I didn’t say it. Luna did.” Ginny shrugged.
Hermione just shook her head and ran her fingers through her hair, “So, why am I avoiding Ron then?”
Ginny sighed, “Because he’s probably going to scold you like a child, put you across his knee and spank you like a three year for just speaking a syllable Malfoy.”
Hermione groaned and slapped her palm to her face, “Merlin, really, Ginny. You really had to carry on with that?”
She chuckled, “Come on, Hermione. You and I both know you’d like it.”
After wiggling her eyebrows, Ginny and Hermione both froze and burst out into a fit of ‘ew’s’.
Why me…
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Here are the last three chapters:
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Title: Far From Heaven
Author: johnnypickalot
Rating: 15+/Mature for later chapters.
Summary: It's her seventh year at hogwarts, and Hermione Granger is not as excited as she should be. Her boyfriend, Ron Weasley, is starting to bore her. She finds out that she may be attracted to Draco Malfoy of all people. And, she has to be partners with Blaise Zabini for the rest of school year. Could things get much worse? Draco/Hr, & Blaise/Luna.
Disclaimer: Not mine. All belongs to J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury.
Hermione just stood there for a few more seconds before she noticed that she looked like a fish out of water. She snapped her jaw closed and took two steps backwards, leaving some room between her and Malfoy.
The blonde quirked an eyebrow as he smirked, “You seem in a rush, Granger. So eager to get to the library to learn something new? Or is it that you are so desperate to see your Won-Won again and have another snog session?” He ended with a visible shudder of disgust.
Hermione pulled up her upper lip in a semi-sneer at his comment, “For one, Malfoy, the library is in the complete opposite direction and for two: how is it any of your business what me and Ronald do?”
Draco shrugged and leaned so most of his weight was on his right foot, “I stand corrected. And, what you and the Weasel do is of course, none of my business,” he smirked, “Until I see you two shoving your tongues down each others throats in the middle of the hallways. Then, it becomes the public’s business for you have just disgusted them into oblivion.”
Hermione cheeks burned a bright red at the vulgar comment and of course, she got angry, “You act as if no one else gets the sudden urge to vomit each time we all see you with Ms. Parkinson.”
Malfoy eyes flared at the brunettes counter but he relaxed and scoffed, “Well, they wouldn’t be alone there. I, myself, get the urge to throw up at only the mention of her name.”
She couldn’t help but chuckle at the stab at Pansy. But she quickly caught herself and tried to play it off. When she looked back at Draco, he was looking at her with that strange gleam in his eye again.
“See…I’m not so bad, Granger, when you stand here long enough to talk…” He said softly.
Hermione wasn’t sure if he was being sarcastic or not and didn’t have much time to mull it over in her mind because, as if on cue, Blaise Zabini zipped around the corner with a petite redhead Slytherin in tow.
“Well, well, well. Look what we have here. My potions partner. Pleasure to see you, Ms. Granger.” He slurred as he stopped next to his best friend, Malfoy. The girl who was accompanying him fell in behind him and, for some odd reason, could not stop giggling.
She was about to inquire as to what was wrong with the two of them exactly but the answer came to her as a small breeze wafted through the schools hallways bringing a stench to Hermione’s nose that was purely one thing; Alcohol.
Draco was chuckling as Blaise leaned heavily against him in an attempt to keep himself steady.
“You alright there, mate?” Draco asked, teasingly.
“Of course, I am! What’s gotten into you!” Blaise responded, extremely loud for such a small corridor.
The girl, who was still giggling insanely, stepped forward slightly, “Is she in Slytherin? I can’t see her badge clearly.” She asked as she side stepped, catching herself so she wouldn’t face plant on the tile.
Blaise swung his arm around the little redhead and pulled her in close, “What? Of course she is, Matilda! You’d be bloody mental not to know that.”
Just as Draco and Hermione’s brows furrowed at the odd proclamation, the two drunken Slytherins fell about themselves laughing.
After all the noise coming from Blaise and Matilda stopped, Hermione just rocked on the back of her heels as she felt an awkward silence come upon them.
“Well…,” She started, clearing her throat, “That was um…interesting.” Adjusting the bag strap on her shoulder, she took a few steps towards the door. “I suppose, I’ll speak to you another time, Zabini.”
Blaise whirled around to her direction, wearing a precious scowl on his face that must have belonged to an eight year old. “It’s Blaise to you, Hermione.”
Hermione couldn’t stop the roll of her eyes, “Excuse me, Blaise. So sorry.”
He grinned in response, “Have a goodnight, Hermione!” Blaise exclaimed.
“And to you, Blaise,” She mumbled as she began to walk off before she heard a soft ‘Goodnight’ from another male voice. Hermione turned just in time to see Draco Malfoy give her a small smirk before strutting off with Blaise and Matilda.
Hermione watched as they disappeared down another corridor, sighing as she began to walk again. Oh dear, the day has flown by, she thought as she ran her fingertip down her book’s spine. She didn’t know what to make out of the past couple of day’s events and this sudden occurrence was not helping her clear her head at all. All she wanted was a bit of solace from her screaming head but apparently she couldn’t get that anywhere she looked.
Plus, it wasn’t helping that apart from Draco being on her mind the whole time, Ron kept finding ways to sneak up in the dark corners of her brain and irritate her to the very end. And honestly, Hermione had no idea what was making Ron so annoying to her. Maybe it was the way he nearly suffocates her when they snog. Maybe was the fact that he really can’t go a half hour without speaking to her about something. Maybe it was just because he was way too clingy.
Maybe it’s just time to end it…
Wait, what? Why do I have to end it? I’m sure I’m just being too harsh. I can fix this.
Why fix it when it’s obvious I don’t want to be with him?
Because I’d feel bad.
But I’d feel worse if I drag this out any longer…
Hermione let out a very big sigh of helplessness as she turned the corner, almost running into someone going full speed.
“Oh my god, I am sorry. I’ve been running into everybody-- Ginny?” Hermione blurted out as she looked up to her red haired best friend. “What are you doing?”
Ginny gave her one of his lopsided grins before grabbing her elbow and dragging her in the opposite direction, “Currently, I’m trying to help you avoid my brother.”
Hermione quirked an eyebrow in suspicion, “Why?”
“Because apparently he heard some nonsense from Luna that you, Malfoy and Blaise were all chit chatting like it was nothing. Luna described it as peaceful and as if the Nazis and the Jews sat down and had tea together,” Ginny continued as she finally stopped behind a statue.
Hermione face dropped, “Luna said what? And Ginny, that is a very crude analogy…”
“What? I didn’t say it. Luna did.” Ginny shrugged.
Hermione just shook her head and ran her fingers through her hair, “So, why am I avoiding Ron then?”
Ginny sighed, “Because he’s probably going to scold you like a child, put you across his knee and spank you like a three year for just speaking a syllable Malfoy.”
Hermione groaned and slapped her palm to her face, “Merlin, really, Ginny. You really had to carry on with that?”
She chuckled, “Come on, Hermione. You and I both know you’d like it.”
After wiggling her eyebrows, Ginny and Hermione both froze and burst out into a fit of ‘ew’s’.
Why me…
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Here are the last three chapters:
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three