Slip of the Tongue
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Ciel Charmante
Author's Note: Yippy! Moo! I like to say moo! ^_^ Mmmmmheheh, this be a
Draco/Hermione fic and it's a romance. I can't forget the romance part! So, if you don't like
DM/HG, then please read something else. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
Disclaimer: I own nothing! NOTHING! Nothing but my undying affection for Mitch!!!
*hugs her Mitch-kitty and pets his fro*
Oh yeah, and ^^blahblahblah^^ means they're thinking that. Or something.
~
Hermione waved madly at her two best friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. She beamed
as they ran up to her to give her a hug. Or so she thought. The smile disappeared as they
raced past her to gape at the window of a broomstick shop, which featured the latest model of
a broomstick: a Nebula 3007.
Her arms still raised into the air, ready to hug someone, Hermione muttered through
gritted teeth, "Did that really happen?"
Unfortunately, it had. She ignored this and walked over to them, putting on a fake
smile and linking her arms with theirs. "Hi Harry, Ron. How was your summer?"
"Yeah," Ron said distractedly, trying to shake her arm out of his. "Yeah, that's nice,
'Mione."
She turned to Harry and said in a small voice, "Harry?" He, being the more
considerate of the boys, turned to face her and replied, "Fine, 'Mione. How are you?" He bent
to give her a hug.
As he straightened up, Hermione surveyed him with approval. He had grown quite
quickly over the last year and summer break. (A/N: Ah yes, they be in sixth year now.) He
was already a head taller than her! He had gotten rid of his glasses in fifth year, when they
had gotten in the way of his Quidditch career---quite literally. He had gotten hit in the face
with a Bludger and the glass shards had pierced his eyes very painfully; not to mention that
the Bludger had broken his nose.
"I'm quite well, we went to France this summer. It was wonderful! My mum also got
me an owl, can you believe it? Her name is Nemain. She's actually an American Kestrel,
she's so pretty and. . ."
Hermione stopped sadly when she noticed he wasn't listening. His eyes were straying
to the Nebula 3007, and were starting to glaze over. Hermione swallowed, feeling the need to
cry take over. "Well then," she said in a strangely choked voice, "I'm going to go shopping.
I'll meet you later,"
She ran off, blinded by tears, and was soon deep in Diagon Alley. She hadn't even
paid attention to where she was going until she bumped into someone and fell over.
Hermione wiped her eyes and looked up tearfully at the person she had bumped into,
prepared to be yelled at. Instead, she was looking up at none other than Draco Malfoy.
He leered down at her and then to her great surprise, grabbed her hands and pulled
her up. "What's your problem?" he asked with obvious amusement. Hermione was too
astonished that he hadn't yelled at her for bumping into him, mudblood; and why had he
helped her up? Draco Malfoy, Prince of Slytherin, had helped a mudblood.
She realized he was still holding her hands and withdrew them from his grasp. She
brushed her hair out of her face, which, this summer, she had fixed from being bushy to wavy
and smooth, a sort of mix between how she had it at the Yule Ball and how it had been before
then. She saw the surprise in his face and ignored it. "Nothing, Malfoy. What are you doing
here?"
"I should ask you the same, Granger. This is Knockturn Alley. You don't belong."
He said this last part as though he were speaking to a small child. She scowled and
said, "It's a free country. I can do what I want."
"How can you be so sure of that?"
Hermione shivered. The look in his pale grey-blue eyes was unnerving. She rubbed
her arms and started to walk away. Draco grabbed her arm and yelled, "Wait!"
She stopped and turned around. "What, Malfoy?!"
Some emotion flickered in his eyes as he demanded, "How will you find your way
back?"
She shrugged and pulled away from him. "I don't know, I'll manage." She gave him a
mystified look and asked, "What do you care how I get back or not?"
This seemed to perplex him as well. "I. . .I don't know," he mumbled.
He regained his attitude of 'Malfoy-ness' so fast that she wasn't sure that he had been
puzzled or confused before at all. "I'll take you back, Granger, if you insist." He smirked and
started off past her.
"Ugh! I did not insist at all!!!" Hermione screamed frustratedly. She stamped her foot
and clenched her fists. "Whatever direction I'll take from you will probably be completely
opposite of where I want to go!"
Draco stopped and his fists clenched just as much as hers. Hermione could've sworn
that she could see a vein throb in his temple as he turned around and glared at her. "Fine, if
you're going to play about it that way. . ."
He started towards her and before she knew it, he had picked her up across his
shoulder and had started to walk down the narrow alley.
Hermione screamed and vainly pounded her tiny fists against his strong back. All she
got as a response was a chuckle, which only angered her more. After about five minutes,
Hermione gave up and sighed her defeat. "It's no use, is it?" she whispered to him.
"That's right, mudblood," he laughed. ^^Hold on,^^ Hermione thought. ^^Did he
just call me that without sounding mean at all?! Talk about crazy backwards universe!^^
(coughweekenderscough)
As they walked through Knockturn Alley, Draco greeted fellow wizards and witches
calmly as though him carrying a girl over his shoulder were normal. ^^Then again,^^
Hermione thought, ^^Maybe this is normal for him.^^
Then, Hermione heard a familiar voice. "Draco," it said quietly. "You've got a piece of
meat, then, eh?"
It was Lucius Malfoy. Draco's father. ^^Ugh! I hate him!^^ Hermione thought
disgustedly. ^^He's almost as slimy as You-Know-Who himself!^^ Hermione felt herself
being pulled down from Draco's shoulder and she stood up, facing Lucius with a look of disgust
on her face.
"Well, well, well," Lucius remarked. "Who have we got here?"
Hermione realized with a start that he didn't recognize her. She felt Draco's arm
snake around her waist and was pulled close to him. A funny warm feeling entered her insides
and she blushed. This was about the closest she had gotten to a guy, with the exception of
Krum. But he had never made her feel so. . .so peculiar. Hermione heard Draco mutter under
his breath, "Act like my girlfriend unless you want to be found out who you are."
Hermione shuddered and then put on a sickeningly sweet smile. She grabbed him
around the waist and squeezed him as hard as she could, receiving a small squeak as a
response. She grinned and tried something that she thought as a sinful snigger. It came out
somehow garbled, but that was okay. Draco shot her a look that clearly said, 'Don't push it,
mudblood.'
She stopped squeezing him so hard, and turned to face Draco completely and put her
arms around his neck. Draco's eyes turned glassy and his lips opened as he thought she was
going to kiss him. He leaned forward and she stepped away, to leave him kissing the air.
When he realized this, his face turned slightly red and he glared daggers at her. She smiled
back.
Lucius raised an eyebrow and said, "What an.interesting relationship you two have.
I'll leave you to. . .have a moment alone. Draco, remember tonight."
As he walked away, Hermione tore her arms from around him. "Ew! I touched a
Malfoy!" she shrieked jokingly.
"Ew!" Draco mimicked. "I touched a mudblood!" His voice, though, unlike hers, was
serious.
"Wow, for a moment there, I could've sworn you were joking." She said in a flat voice.
Somehow, she couldn't help but feel hurt. After they had pretended they were boyfriend and
girlfriend, it felt somehow like they had been at least.friends. ^^But,^^ Hermione thought,
^^I'm just easily won over. I'm an all-forgiving Gryffindor, and he's the cunning Slytherin. I
should have seen that coming.^^
Hermione walked away from him, seeing that they were right near the entrance/exit
from Knockturn Alley to Diagon Alley. "Hermione!" he yelled. She turned around and cried,
"Don't call me that, MALFOY!"
Draco's face completely shut, becoming a stony mask of sorrow. Hermione's eyes
filled with tears and she hated herself for doing that to him. . .
. . .And for even caring.
~
Author's Note (again): SO! What did you think? I hope you liked it! ^___^ Awwwww Draco is sooo kyoot! So, anyway, if you liked it or if you hated it or if you found a mistake in the story, please Review. Or if you just wanna e-mail me, my email is:
Fadey_chan@hotmail.com
BTW, did I spell Lucius's name right? I don't know if I did and I don't feel like checking *lazy*. Ciao!
~Charming Sky
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Ciel Charmante
Author's Note: Yippy! Moo! I like to say moo! ^_^ Mmmmmheheh, this be a
Draco/Hermione fic and it's a romance. I can't forget the romance part! So, if you don't like
DM/HG, then please read something else. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
Disclaimer: I own nothing! NOTHING! Nothing but my undying affection for Mitch!!!
*hugs her Mitch-kitty and pets his fro*
Oh yeah, and ^^blahblahblah^^ means they're thinking that. Or something.
~
Hermione waved madly at her two best friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. She beamed
as they ran up to her to give her a hug. Or so she thought. The smile disappeared as they
raced past her to gape at the window of a broomstick shop, which featured the latest model of
a broomstick: a Nebula 3007.
Her arms still raised into the air, ready to hug someone, Hermione muttered through
gritted teeth, "Did that really happen?"
Unfortunately, it had. She ignored this and walked over to them, putting on a fake
smile and linking her arms with theirs. "Hi Harry, Ron. How was your summer?"
"Yeah," Ron said distractedly, trying to shake her arm out of his. "Yeah, that's nice,
'Mione."
She turned to Harry and said in a small voice, "Harry?" He, being the more
considerate of the boys, turned to face her and replied, "Fine, 'Mione. How are you?" He bent
to give her a hug.
As he straightened up, Hermione surveyed him with approval. He had grown quite
quickly over the last year and summer break. (A/N: Ah yes, they be in sixth year now.) He
was already a head taller than her! He had gotten rid of his glasses in fifth year, when they
had gotten in the way of his Quidditch career---quite literally. He had gotten hit in the face
with a Bludger and the glass shards had pierced his eyes very painfully; not to mention that
the Bludger had broken his nose.
"I'm quite well, we went to France this summer. It was wonderful! My mum also got
me an owl, can you believe it? Her name is Nemain. She's actually an American Kestrel,
she's so pretty and. . ."
Hermione stopped sadly when she noticed he wasn't listening. His eyes were straying
to the Nebula 3007, and were starting to glaze over. Hermione swallowed, feeling the need to
cry take over. "Well then," she said in a strangely choked voice, "I'm going to go shopping.
I'll meet you later,"
She ran off, blinded by tears, and was soon deep in Diagon Alley. She hadn't even
paid attention to where she was going until she bumped into someone and fell over.
Hermione wiped her eyes and looked up tearfully at the person she had bumped into,
prepared to be yelled at. Instead, she was looking up at none other than Draco Malfoy.
He leered down at her and then to her great surprise, grabbed her hands and pulled
her up. "What's your problem?" he asked with obvious amusement. Hermione was too
astonished that he hadn't yelled at her for bumping into him, mudblood; and why had he
helped her up? Draco Malfoy, Prince of Slytherin, had helped a mudblood.
She realized he was still holding her hands and withdrew them from his grasp. She
brushed her hair out of her face, which, this summer, she had fixed from being bushy to wavy
and smooth, a sort of mix between how she had it at the Yule Ball and how it had been before
then. She saw the surprise in his face and ignored it. "Nothing, Malfoy. What are you doing
here?"
"I should ask you the same, Granger. This is Knockturn Alley. You don't belong."
He said this last part as though he were speaking to a small child. She scowled and
said, "It's a free country. I can do what I want."
"How can you be so sure of that?"
Hermione shivered. The look in his pale grey-blue eyes was unnerving. She rubbed
her arms and started to walk away. Draco grabbed her arm and yelled, "Wait!"
She stopped and turned around. "What, Malfoy?!"
Some emotion flickered in his eyes as he demanded, "How will you find your way
back?"
She shrugged and pulled away from him. "I don't know, I'll manage." She gave him a
mystified look and asked, "What do you care how I get back or not?"
This seemed to perplex him as well. "I. . .I don't know," he mumbled.
He regained his attitude of 'Malfoy-ness' so fast that she wasn't sure that he had been
puzzled or confused before at all. "I'll take you back, Granger, if you insist." He smirked and
started off past her.
"Ugh! I did not insist at all!!!" Hermione screamed frustratedly. She stamped her foot
and clenched her fists. "Whatever direction I'll take from you will probably be completely
opposite of where I want to go!"
Draco stopped and his fists clenched just as much as hers. Hermione could've sworn
that she could see a vein throb in his temple as he turned around and glared at her. "Fine, if
you're going to play about it that way. . ."
He started towards her and before she knew it, he had picked her up across his
shoulder and had started to walk down the narrow alley.
Hermione screamed and vainly pounded her tiny fists against his strong back. All she
got as a response was a chuckle, which only angered her more. After about five minutes,
Hermione gave up and sighed her defeat. "It's no use, is it?" she whispered to him.
"That's right, mudblood," he laughed. ^^Hold on,^^ Hermione thought. ^^Did he
just call me that without sounding mean at all?! Talk about crazy backwards universe!^^
(coughweekenderscough)
As they walked through Knockturn Alley, Draco greeted fellow wizards and witches
calmly as though him carrying a girl over his shoulder were normal. ^^Then again,^^
Hermione thought, ^^Maybe this is normal for him.^^
Then, Hermione heard a familiar voice. "Draco," it said quietly. "You've got a piece of
meat, then, eh?"
It was Lucius Malfoy. Draco's father. ^^Ugh! I hate him!^^ Hermione thought
disgustedly. ^^He's almost as slimy as You-Know-Who himself!^^ Hermione felt herself
being pulled down from Draco's shoulder and she stood up, facing Lucius with a look of disgust
on her face.
"Well, well, well," Lucius remarked. "Who have we got here?"
Hermione realized with a start that he didn't recognize her. She felt Draco's arm
snake around her waist and was pulled close to him. A funny warm feeling entered her insides
and she blushed. This was about the closest she had gotten to a guy, with the exception of
Krum. But he had never made her feel so. . .so peculiar. Hermione heard Draco mutter under
his breath, "Act like my girlfriend unless you want to be found out who you are."
Hermione shuddered and then put on a sickeningly sweet smile. She grabbed him
around the waist and squeezed him as hard as she could, receiving a small squeak as a
response. She grinned and tried something that she thought as a sinful snigger. It came out
somehow garbled, but that was okay. Draco shot her a look that clearly said, 'Don't push it,
mudblood.'
She stopped squeezing him so hard, and turned to face Draco completely and put her
arms around his neck. Draco's eyes turned glassy and his lips opened as he thought she was
going to kiss him. He leaned forward and she stepped away, to leave him kissing the air.
When he realized this, his face turned slightly red and he glared daggers at her. She smiled
back.
Lucius raised an eyebrow and said, "What an.interesting relationship you two have.
I'll leave you to. . .have a moment alone. Draco, remember tonight."
As he walked away, Hermione tore her arms from around him. "Ew! I touched a
Malfoy!" she shrieked jokingly.
"Ew!" Draco mimicked. "I touched a mudblood!" His voice, though, unlike hers, was
serious.
"Wow, for a moment there, I could've sworn you were joking." She said in a flat voice.
Somehow, she couldn't help but feel hurt. After they had pretended they were boyfriend and
girlfriend, it felt somehow like they had been at least.friends. ^^But,^^ Hermione thought,
^^I'm just easily won over. I'm an all-forgiving Gryffindor, and he's the cunning Slytherin. I
should have seen that coming.^^
Hermione walked away from him, seeing that they were right near the entrance/exit
from Knockturn Alley to Diagon Alley. "Hermione!" he yelled. She turned around and cried,
"Don't call me that, MALFOY!"
Draco's face completely shut, becoming a stony mask of sorrow. Hermione's eyes
filled with tears and she hated herself for doing that to him. . .
. . .And for even caring.
~
Author's Note (again): SO! What did you think? I hope you liked it! ^___^ Awwwww Draco is sooo kyoot! So, anyway, if you liked it or if you hated it or if you found a mistake in the story, please Review. Or if you just wanna e-mail me, my email is:
Fadey_chan@hotmail.com
BTW, did I spell Lucius's name right? I don't know if I did and I don't feel like checking *lazy*. Ciao!
~Charming Sky