Hello! I've edited all of Charms Notes and I have something great to announce: After much tribulation, I actually have a workable plot!
(This is in Draco's POV.)
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She stares intently at the page, glaring at each word with such intensity that I expect the book to burst into flames at any moment. She twitches her finger, slowly turning the page.
I concentrate on the profile of her face, her pale skin shimmering in the moonlight. Her dark, wavy locks, cascade down her back and her shining, intent eyes, are a lovely brown in color. Framing each eye are long, thick lashes. She never wears eye makeup, yet her eyes always seem to be dark whirlpools. It might have been the light of her wand, but it seemed like she blinked away a tear.
I glance at her cheeks where a light pink spreads swiftly. I am confused until her lovely rose-colored lips part slightly and she whispers softly.
"Why are you here?"
I blink in surprised and step quietly out of the shadows. "I… don't know," my voice cracks and now I'm the one flushing. I walk over to her and sit a couple seats away.
"Enjoying the view?"
I jump; I had been staring at her lips and not concentrating on what she was saying.
"What?" I'm slightly confused because the "clever" Hermione Granger usually makes sense.
"The sky, obviously," she nods toward the black sky above, where diamonds seemed to litter the backdrop.
"So, why are you out here, Hermione?"
She glances at me, "What did you say?"
I suddenly get nervous, "Um, why are you out here?"
"No, what did you call me?"
"Hermione?"
She jumps in shock again. She stares at me for a few more moments and I feel embarrassed again, then she relaxes and looks back at the sky.
"So… why are you out here, on the Quidditch Pitch, I mean?" my mind is reeling, searching for something to say, anything but what I want to say.
"I just wanted some peace and quite," she glances at me guiltily then says to my reproving look, "Fine, you got me, I came out here, because Ron and Harry are off snogging their girlfriends."
"Ha ha! I never thought I would see the day that Hermione Granger would be jealous!" I smirk slightly then catch sight of her face; she's wearing an obviously fake nonchalant expression.
"What? I am not jealous! Just because I've never been kissed before doesn't mean-" she caught herself suddenly.
I gawk at her. "You. Have. Never. Been. Kissed?" I'm in shock, who wouldn't want to kiss her? Wait, what did I just think?
She glares at me, which I usually enjoy because it means that it's time to exchange insults, but I'm still trying to arrange my thoughts; she says: " I don't even know why I'm talking to you Mal- Draco, I just, I liked Ron for a long time, but then I realized that I never really liked him. I guess it was just a crush…"
She stops talking and gazes at me, inside I'm protesting her words, she liked Weasel? Suddenly, her eyes zip down to my lips. I must be crazy, but I suddenly knew what was going to happen the moment I felt my lips tingling.
I lean toward her slowly, coming to a halt about an inch from her face. Her eyes stare into mine and I whisper softly, "I think I'm in love with you."
We lean in at the same time and I close my eyes. Her lips were on mine and her hand had crawled across the bench until it held mine. Inside, I was jumping for joy.
I lean back, and I'm scared that she could be mad about what I said. She keeps her eyes closed, and seems to be savoring the moment. She slowly opens her eyes, and mutters softly, "I guessed I can cross that off on the list of things I've never done."
"Hermione Granger, you are the most ridiculous girl I have ever met!" I suddenly start to fume; did she kiss me just because she felt left out?
"I'm so sorry Draco; I guess I just can't control myself!" she says in a voice of desperation, part of me wants to forgive her, but I feel just so, betrayed.
With that she grabs her books, stands up and runs toward the castle. I feel so weird, I can still taste the sweetness of her lips on mine and the tingling of her hand in mine, but I'm furious that she had used me!
Girls Are Cruel.
