Do everything turn, turn, turn, part 1
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bookish_dragonThis is something I wrote last year or so, for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pottersues's bad fanfic-contest. I didn't participate as such, but I did have fun writing this. It's a Harry Potter/Dr Who-crossover, which I had posted up over on ff.net, but since taken down because I didn't like it being there under false pretenses. Here it is.
Chapter 1
Hermione sighed and shook her head, the movement sending her luxuriant brown curls into a cascade and making the boys behind her sigh. Over the summer she had finally managed to tame he hair into what was now the envy of every girl at Hogwarts. Even Lockhart was jealous of her. She sighed again and leaned her head on one hand, the other playing with a loose curl. Sixth Years had entirely too much homework. How was she ever supposed to finish it all? And who cared about this all anyway? She was the smartest witch since Rowena Ravenclaw, she shouldn’t have to do all this work. Taking her hand out of her hair she fingered the Time Turner where it was hanging on its chain. Nobody knew she still had it. She’d stolen it back right after people thought she’d turned it in. She needed it and nobody had the right to take it away from her. Turning up the sound on her iPod to drown out the sound of the sighing boys behind her Hermione looked back at her Arithmancy-essay. It was smudged, and mainly seemed to contain Draco’s name. He was such a demanding lover that Hermione needed the Time Turner to keep up with him and her homework. Getting tired of all the boys who after all weren’t Draco, Hermione swept all her stuff together and left the Library, Paris Hilton singing in her ears about true love. Draco wasn’t that, she knew. He was good in bed, nothing more. She wanted more out of a man, but for now she was content.
Two hands shot out of an empty classroom and grabbed her as Hermione walked past and pulled her in. Arms snaked around her waist and a kiss was pressed into her neck while she was trying to turn around and face whoever was holding her.
“Draco! You scared me!”
The pale blond boy shrugged. “I wanted you.”
“I’m going to be late for class.” She tried to get out of his embrace. “Let me go!”
“Hermione Mudblood Granger, always keeping up appearances.” He smirked and tightened his hold. “You’re going nowhere. I always get what I want.” He bent over to kiss her again. She kicked him in the shin, and made a run for it. Unbidden her hand went back to the Time Turner. She had to get out of here. Her book bag banged against her legs, spurring her on. It was a good thing she’d spent all those summers at the Burrow playing Quidditch, she mused. It had given her a good stamina. Avoiding the staircase that wasn’t there because it wasn’t Friday, Hermione frantically played with the magical hourglass, listening for any indication of a possible chase by Weasel-boy. ‘I need to get out here. Please gods, get me out of here.’ She closed her eyes tightly, fiddling with the Time Turner. Rotating it further than it was ever meant to be. Everything went black as Hermione passed out. The last she heard was a ‘Vhorp, vhorp’ that was getting louder.
pottersues's bad fanfic-contest. I didn't participate as such, but I did have fun writing this. It's a Harry Potter/Dr Who-crossover, which I had posted up over on ff.net, but since taken down because I didn't like it being there under false pretenses. Here it is.Chapter 1
Hermione sighed and shook her head, the movement sending her luxuriant brown curls into a cascade and making the boys behind her sigh. Over the summer she had finally managed to tame he hair into what was now the envy of every girl at Hogwarts. Even Lockhart was jealous of her. She sighed again and leaned her head on one hand, the other playing with a loose curl. Sixth Years had entirely too much homework. How was she ever supposed to finish it all? And who cared about this all anyway? She was the smartest witch since Rowena Ravenclaw, she shouldn’t have to do all this work. Taking her hand out of her hair she fingered the Time Turner where it was hanging on its chain. Nobody knew she still had it. She’d stolen it back right after people thought she’d turned it in. She needed it and nobody had the right to take it away from her. Turning up the sound on her iPod to drown out the sound of the sighing boys behind her Hermione looked back at her Arithmancy-essay. It was smudged, and mainly seemed to contain Draco’s name. He was such a demanding lover that Hermione needed the Time Turner to keep up with him and her homework. Getting tired of all the boys who after all weren’t Draco, Hermione swept all her stuff together and left the Library, Paris Hilton singing in her ears about true love. Draco wasn’t that, she knew. He was good in bed, nothing more. She wanted more out of a man, but for now she was content.
Two hands shot out of an empty classroom and grabbed her as Hermione walked past and pulled her in. Arms snaked around her waist and a kiss was pressed into her neck while she was trying to turn around and face whoever was holding her.
“Draco! You scared me!”
The pale blond boy shrugged. “I wanted you.”
“I’m going to be late for class.” She tried to get out of his embrace. “Let me go!”
“Hermione Mudblood Granger, always keeping up appearances.” He smirked and tightened his hold. “You’re going nowhere. I always get what I want.” He bent over to kiss her again. She kicked him in the shin, and made a run for it. Unbidden her hand went back to the Time Turner. She had to get out of here. Her book bag banged against her legs, spurring her on. It was a good thing she’d spent all those summers at the Burrow playing Quidditch, she mused. It had given her a good stamina. Avoiding the staircase that wasn’t there because it wasn’t Friday, Hermione frantically played with the magical hourglass, listening for any indication of a possible chase by Weasel-boy. ‘I need to get out here. Please gods, get me out of here.’ She closed her eyes tightly, fiddling with the Time Turner. Rotating it further than it was ever meant to be. Everything went black as Hermione passed out. The last she heard was a ‘Vhorp, vhorp’ that was getting louder.
