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Secretly She Wanted Him As Well
Hey everyone.... Read my profile if you're wondering where my other story went. And this idea kinda popped in to my head one day and I played around with it and finally came up with the idea for this story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does. I want to own Harry Potter, but I can't. J.K. Rowling does. I will never own Harry Potter, because J.K. Rowling does...... -_-"
I don't like to give away pairings at the start of a story, and my rule about using my ideas, characters, plots, etc is that you can but not before telling me. And that's kinda a really selfish rule, cuz the reason I want you to tell me....... is not because I'll get pissed that someone else is using my idea, but because I want to know that people like my ideas. Lol.
And btw, there's no magic in this story. The characters are attending a normal high school and being normal teenagers. And p.s. (lol) the POV is gonna switch from different people and also just a general third person objective.
Chapter 1: He Was A Boy, She Was A Girl
Carolie finished reapplying her bright red lipstick and then giving herself a last quick
check, she turned and walked out of the bathroom. Smiling coyly at the blond haired boy
waiting impatiently for her outside she tilted her head and flipped her red streaked blond
hair. "What took you so long?" Draco asked obviously annoyed. "I wanted to look
perfect for you." Carolie pouted. "You don't look any different from when you went in.
Come on." Draco turned and started for the cafeteria. Carolie wasn't sure to take it as a
compliment, or insult, so she shut her mouth and sulkily followed Draco. ~* a '
symbolizes a character thinking, and I'm pretty sure it'll be obvious which character it's
from*~ 'Carolie is seriously beginning to get on my nerves. And she's making me pay
for all the shit she buys. Little golddigger thinks she's going to end up on the top but no
one sneaks around unnoticed with a Malfoy.' Walking in to the large eating room several
guys dressed the typical punk, baggy jeans and cargo pants, chains, spiked hair, walked
up to greet him, each giving an admiringly look towards Carolie. "Bye guys. I'm gonna
go sit with the girls." Carolie said pecking Draco on the cheek. "Man Malfoy, you've got
it good. I bet Carolie is a great fuck." One of the more perverted guys enviously. Draco
glared disgustedly at the crowd before turning and walking away. Behind him he heard
dark whispers. "That bastard. Thinks he's all that since his dad has serious cash. Son of a
bitch couldn't do anything without his money. That's the only reason Carolie even lets
him touch her." Draco fought the urge to go back and slam the fucker good and hard but
simply walked on. Spending his lunch in the library wasn't too good for his reputation
but he didn't care. He dumped his stack of books on the floor next to a table deep within
the library and grabbing a favorite gothic novel off the shelf he sprawled on a chair
stretching his long legs out and began to read. Losing himself in the complicated plot and
mysterious characters Draco didn't notice the girl approaching, obviously lost in her
thoughts. She was carrying a notebook and was scribbling furiously. Not watching where
she was heading for, the girl stumbled and tripped over Draco's legs. Draco was caught
off guard but instinct told him to try to catch her. As she fell in to him Draco braced
himself only to be met with barely any weight. "You okay?" He asked as she tried to sit
up straight. "Yeah I'm fine. What about you?" She looked up and that was when Draco
got his first real look of Hermione Granger.
Hermione's thoughts:
I can not believe I just fell like that. What the fuck was wrong with me? And why the hell is he staring at me like that? The jerk was all over the place and practically made me trip. For all I know he could have stuck his leg out when I was approaching. And what is wrong with him. He looks so pale and weak, hasn't he heard of going outdoors?
Draco's thoughts:
What the fuck was that??? God why the hell wasn't she watching where she was going. Well, I guess it was my fault since I had my legs stuck out in the aisle. I hope she's okay. Why is she staring at me like that. Her eyes are so deep and bright. God either she's a witch or a sorcerer cuz someone she's hypnotizing me.
General POV
Draco laughed softly at his own thoughts only to see the confused but also angry look on
the girl's face. Deciding to turn the ever so resourceful Malfoy charm on, Draco grinned
and held out his hand. "I guess I should either shorten my legs or make the aisle bigger.
Sorry about what happened. I'm Draco Malfoy. I don't recognize you, are you new
here?" He asked. Her stern expression softened and she smiled. "It was mostly my fault
anyway and I'm sorry for causing you any trouble. You sure you're okay? And yeah, I'm
new here. The teachers gave me a couple of days in the library to try to catch up to where
the rest of the classes are, so next Monday I can start and know the stuff." Hermione
asked. Draco smiled, "Yeah I'm okay." Hermione glanced over his pale skin under his
dark navy t-shirt and saw a deep blue purple bruise right above the sleeve portion. Draco
followed her vision to her hidden bruise and suddenly a nervous feeling crept its way to
his stomach. "It's from, it's from gym. Boxing class." Draco stuttered, lowering his eyes.
Hermione wasn't sure what to do, but her hand slowly moved towards his left arm and
slowly pushed the thick cloth back. Scanning the large bruise and making out finger
prints, she lifted his chin and stared in to his silver blue eyes. "It looks like one of your
veins there was damaged. Minor internal bleeding, you really should see a doctor or
something." Hermione said softly. "I just did didn't I? And I can't do anything about it.
It'll heal eventually." Draco replied shrugging. "How long has this one been there?"
Hermione persisted running her long fingers across the injured area. Draco winced, "A
long time. Longer than usual. Maybe it's because of that internal bleeding stuff. But I'll
be okay. Don't worry. I've been worse." He half smiled half grimaced. "Alright I guess. I
shouldn't really be in your business anyway. Well, thanks again." Hermione said,
suddenly embarrassed of what she did. "No prob." Draco answered. A moment
lapsed....... "Could you please let go?" Hermione asked. A faint blush swept across
Draco's face as he loosened his arms and let them fall to his side. Hermione stood up and
grabbed the notebook from the floor. "Well, I gotta finish taking a few notes. Nice
meeting you Draco." Hermione said quickly before disappearing into the racks of books.
Draco sat and glanced at his secret again. 'You weren't supposed to let anyone find out.
Now she's probably going to blab it all over school.' Draco thought to himself. "Nah,
she's not that type." Suddenly feeling a lot better he grinned and went back to his book.
After trying to read for five minutes, he gave up and admitted that his attention kept
floating back to the girl. He kicked himself when he realized he hadn't even asked her for
her name. He decided that trying to find her again and then asking her for her name
would be way too shallow and that she might think he was interested or something. Her
hair was silky and long and it had been pulled back in to a french braid
with long strands of lighter brown hair loose around her face. Her skin was slightly
tanned as if only dusted by the sun, and her eyes, her beautiful eyes were a rich chocolate
brown one moment, then a golden amber another. He felt he could stare forever in to the
depths of her brown orbs. "The hell is wrong with you? Going all mushy like that." He
muttered to himself. But his mind wouldn't give up and every second his thoughts flew
back to the girl, her slim figure with slight curves and her long legs. Finally admitting
defeat, Draco leaned back and tried to figure out what it was about this new girl that had
him practically obsessing over her. After a while of heavy pondering, and slight detours
in to darker areas of thought *heh* he realized that when she had fallen in to him and he
had been so close to her face, he didn't see any powdery substances or heavy eyeshadow,
or anything like that. Her eyelashes were naturally long and dark, they weren't scraggly
and stuck together from mascara. Her fingers, when they trailed over him skin, had
normal nails with no layered on glitter, or strange colors painted on. The most they had a
clear coating with a pale hint of pink. Her clothes was something else he noticed was
different. No cleavage revealing tiny top with a two inch miniskirt, or heavy jewelry and
thick boots or heels. She wore simple designer dark blue jeans with a silky light pink
flowered blouse. *go to
http://www.candies.com/product_detail.asp?s=316&c=14&bag=D12C118D-9612-4833- 9EF8-3C859BE525D5 for a like image Hermione's shirt* Her shoes were simple dark
brown slip-ons. *go to http://www.candies.com/product_detail.asp?s=175&c=15&bag=D12C118D-9612-4833- 9EF8-3C859BE525D5 for Hermione's shoes.* "I'm just surprised at her differences from
the other sluts here. That's why I can't stop thinking about her. Yeah. I hope none of the
guys here give her a hard time.... she is sure as hell pretty." Draco mumbled incoherently.
"Excuse me young man, it's eighth period. Don't you want to go to class?" The librarian
called from the front desk. "Oh. Sure, thanks ma'am." Draco said, snapping out of his
daze. Grabbing the scattered books from Hermione's fall, he hurried out of the library
and ran to his science class. After arriving, and receiving a slight lecture from the teacher,
Draco slipped in to his back row seat and when the teacher started drawing complicated
diagrams and labeling unknown things with unknown words, Draco decided to copy
some stuff down as not to bomb his next test. Pulling out his notebook he opened it and
tried to find a clean page. It took him about three seconds to realize that the writing in the
notebook wasn't his. And after a closer examination, he saw the feminine touch to the
script and it exploded in his mind that he had taken the new girl's notebook by accident.
'No big deal, I'll just find her and give it back to her.' He thought to himself, but he
couldn't figure out why there was a nagging feeling inside him if it was that simple.
Meanwhile, Hermione was still wandering around the endless rows of shelves. 'That boy,
Draco, he obviously is being hurt. But I can't help him. He doesn't want it and it's none
of my business to meddle with. But what was so special about him? He dresses like your
average high school guy, but his eyes, they were like, molten blue wells of silver. It's
almost as if his eyes are orbs of mist and liquid swirled together with endless boundaries.'
And his hair, a white blond at the tips, but a deeper golden color was obviously his
original hair color. Hermione blushed as she realized that her thoughts were leading to
one basic fact, how good she thought he looked. He was tall and from her brief moment
in his arms she had felt his strength and toned body. Feeling ridiculous by now,
Hermione gave herself a quick mental scolding and chose a table to finish her notes.
Hearing the librarian call out to remind some student eighth period was starting, she
glanced at her watch and inwardly cursed realizing that she wasn't excused from gym or
world language, and she had those after eighth period. "You spent so much time
daydreaming about some guy that now you probably won't finish this for your next
update meeting with the reading teacher. (a.n: like, since she's excused from class until
she catches up, she does the work the students are doing in the library, but every other
day or so she has to meet with her teachers to get new work, turn in work, ask questions,
etc) Hermione grabbed a dictionary and a thesaurus, she pulled out her reading notebook
and flipped through to find where she left off on her essay draft. As she looked over the
pages more carefully, the color drained from her face. Science notes, formulas, and
procedures were written neatly, dates and titles recorded clearly. But no matter how neat
it was, it wasn't her reading notebook. "It must be his. Draco's. Our books must have
been mixed together... Damnit. I have to find him and get it back." Hermione then let
loose a string of profane words that she normally wouldn't use. *lol* Deciding that
finding the notebook and finishing the essay was a better idea than rewriting the five
pages she already had from memory. "I'll finish my other stuff first." Hermione muttered
and buried herself in work.
Draco had to fight every nerve as not to page through and carefully read what the girl
wrote. Finally deciding that finding her name on one of the pages was the only way to be
able to return it to her, he opened it and found a huge essay scribbled over time after time.
His eyes racing across the pages, he finally found a corner at the top. "Hermione
Granger." He whispered to himself. Playing with the name he shortened it to Mione and
decided that Mione was better than Hermione, in the way it was his nickname for her.
"Now all I gotta do is find you, Hermione." He muttered pulling out looseleaf to take his
notes for the day.
Alrite ppls, that's the first chapter, and wow it's kinda long. Anyway as usual, please, please, review and give any comments or suggestions. Just no harsh flamers k? Just take a few seconds to write like, from a sentence, I liked it, to like a critique paragraph or something, anything is welcome and VERY VERY appreciated. I'll get the next chapter up as soon as I can. Ja ne
Secretly She Wanted Him As Well
Hey everyone.... Read my profile if you're wondering where my other story went. And this idea kinda popped in to my head one day and I played around with it and finally came up with the idea for this story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does. I want to own Harry Potter, but I can't. J.K. Rowling does. I will never own Harry Potter, because J.K. Rowling does...... -_-"
I don't like to give away pairings at the start of a story, and my rule about using my ideas, characters, plots, etc is that you can but not before telling me. And that's kinda a really selfish rule, cuz the reason I want you to tell me....... is not because I'll get pissed that someone else is using my idea, but because I want to know that people like my ideas. Lol.
And btw, there's no magic in this story. The characters are attending a normal high school and being normal teenagers. And p.s. (lol) the POV is gonna switch from different people and also just a general third person objective.
Chapter 1: He Was A Boy, She Was A Girl
Carolie finished reapplying her bright red lipstick and then giving herself a last quick
check, she turned and walked out of the bathroom. Smiling coyly at the blond haired boy
waiting impatiently for her outside she tilted her head and flipped her red streaked blond
hair. "What took you so long?" Draco asked obviously annoyed. "I wanted to look
perfect for you." Carolie pouted. "You don't look any different from when you went in.
Come on." Draco turned and started for the cafeteria. Carolie wasn't sure to take it as a
compliment, or insult, so she shut her mouth and sulkily followed Draco. ~* a '
symbolizes a character thinking, and I'm pretty sure it'll be obvious which character it's
from*~ 'Carolie is seriously beginning to get on my nerves. And she's making me pay
for all the shit she buys. Little golddigger thinks she's going to end up on the top but no
one sneaks around unnoticed with a Malfoy.' Walking in to the large eating room several
guys dressed the typical punk, baggy jeans and cargo pants, chains, spiked hair, walked
up to greet him, each giving an admiringly look towards Carolie. "Bye guys. I'm gonna
go sit with the girls." Carolie said pecking Draco on the cheek. "Man Malfoy, you've got
it good. I bet Carolie is a great fuck." One of the more perverted guys enviously. Draco
glared disgustedly at the crowd before turning and walking away. Behind him he heard
dark whispers. "That bastard. Thinks he's all that since his dad has serious cash. Son of a
bitch couldn't do anything without his money. That's the only reason Carolie even lets
him touch her." Draco fought the urge to go back and slam the fucker good and hard but
simply walked on. Spending his lunch in the library wasn't too good for his reputation
but he didn't care. He dumped his stack of books on the floor next to a table deep within
the library and grabbing a favorite gothic novel off the shelf he sprawled on a chair
stretching his long legs out and began to read. Losing himself in the complicated plot and
mysterious characters Draco didn't notice the girl approaching, obviously lost in her
thoughts. She was carrying a notebook and was scribbling furiously. Not watching where
she was heading for, the girl stumbled and tripped over Draco's legs. Draco was caught
off guard but instinct told him to try to catch her. As she fell in to him Draco braced
himself only to be met with barely any weight. "You okay?" He asked as she tried to sit
up straight. "Yeah I'm fine. What about you?" She looked up and that was when Draco
got his first real look of Hermione Granger.
Hermione's thoughts:
I can not believe I just fell like that. What the fuck was wrong with me? And why the hell is he staring at me like that? The jerk was all over the place and practically made me trip. For all I know he could have stuck his leg out when I was approaching. And what is wrong with him. He looks so pale and weak, hasn't he heard of going outdoors?
Draco's thoughts:
What the fuck was that??? God why the hell wasn't she watching where she was going. Well, I guess it was my fault since I had my legs stuck out in the aisle. I hope she's okay. Why is she staring at me like that. Her eyes are so deep and bright. God either she's a witch or a sorcerer cuz someone she's hypnotizing me.
General POV
Draco laughed softly at his own thoughts only to see the confused but also angry look on
the girl's face. Deciding to turn the ever so resourceful Malfoy charm on, Draco grinned
and held out his hand. "I guess I should either shorten my legs or make the aisle bigger.
Sorry about what happened. I'm Draco Malfoy. I don't recognize you, are you new
here?" He asked. Her stern expression softened and she smiled. "It was mostly my fault
anyway and I'm sorry for causing you any trouble. You sure you're okay? And yeah, I'm
new here. The teachers gave me a couple of days in the library to try to catch up to where
the rest of the classes are, so next Monday I can start and know the stuff." Hermione
asked. Draco smiled, "Yeah I'm okay." Hermione glanced over his pale skin under his
dark navy t-shirt and saw a deep blue purple bruise right above the sleeve portion. Draco
followed her vision to her hidden bruise and suddenly a nervous feeling crept its way to
his stomach. "It's from, it's from gym. Boxing class." Draco stuttered, lowering his eyes.
Hermione wasn't sure what to do, but her hand slowly moved towards his left arm and
slowly pushed the thick cloth back. Scanning the large bruise and making out finger
prints, she lifted his chin and stared in to his silver blue eyes. "It looks like one of your
veins there was damaged. Minor internal bleeding, you really should see a doctor or
something." Hermione said softly. "I just did didn't I? And I can't do anything about it.
It'll heal eventually." Draco replied shrugging. "How long has this one been there?"
Hermione persisted running her long fingers across the injured area. Draco winced, "A
long time. Longer than usual. Maybe it's because of that internal bleeding stuff. But I'll
be okay. Don't worry. I've been worse." He half smiled half grimaced. "Alright I guess. I
shouldn't really be in your business anyway. Well, thanks again." Hermione said,
suddenly embarrassed of what she did. "No prob." Draco answered. A moment
lapsed....... "Could you please let go?" Hermione asked. A faint blush swept across
Draco's face as he loosened his arms and let them fall to his side. Hermione stood up and
grabbed the notebook from the floor. "Well, I gotta finish taking a few notes. Nice
meeting you Draco." Hermione said quickly before disappearing into the racks of books.
Draco sat and glanced at his secret again. 'You weren't supposed to let anyone find out.
Now she's probably going to blab it all over school.' Draco thought to himself. "Nah,
she's not that type." Suddenly feeling a lot better he grinned and went back to his book.
After trying to read for five minutes, he gave up and admitted that his attention kept
floating back to the girl. He kicked himself when he realized he hadn't even asked her for
her name. He decided that trying to find her again and then asking her for her name
would be way too shallow and that she might think he was interested or something. Her
hair was silky and long and it had been pulled back in to a french braid
with long strands of lighter brown hair loose around her face. Her skin was slightly
tanned as if only dusted by the sun, and her eyes, her beautiful eyes were a rich chocolate
brown one moment, then a golden amber another. He felt he could stare forever in to the
depths of her brown orbs. "The hell is wrong with you? Going all mushy like that." He
muttered to himself. But his mind wouldn't give up and every second his thoughts flew
back to the girl, her slim figure with slight curves and her long legs. Finally admitting
defeat, Draco leaned back and tried to figure out what it was about this new girl that had
him practically obsessing over her. After a while of heavy pondering, and slight detours
in to darker areas of thought *heh* he realized that when she had fallen in to him and he
had been so close to her face, he didn't see any powdery substances or heavy eyeshadow,
or anything like that. Her eyelashes were naturally long and dark, they weren't scraggly
and stuck together from mascara. Her fingers, when they trailed over him skin, had
normal nails with no layered on glitter, or strange colors painted on. The most they had a
clear coating with a pale hint of pink. Her clothes was something else he noticed was
different. No cleavage revealing tiny top with a two inch miniskirt, or heavy jewelry and
thick boots or heels. She wore simple designer dark blue jeans with a silky light pink
flowered blouse. *go to
http://www.candies.com/product_detail.asp?s=316&c=14&bag=D12C118D-9612-4833- 9EF8-3C859BE525D5 for a like image Hermione's shirt* Her shoes were simple dark
brown slip-ons. *go to http://www.candies.com/product_detail.asp?s=175&c=15&bag=D12C118D-9612-4833- 9EF8-3C859BE525D5 for Hermione's shoes.* "I'm just surprised at her differences from
the other sluts here. That's why I can't stop thinking about her. Yeah. I hope none of the
guys here give her a hard time.... she is sure as hell pretty." Draco mumbled incoherently.
"Excuse me young man, it's eighth period. Don't you want to go to class?" The librarian
called from the front desk. "Oh. Sure, thanks ma'am." Draco said, snapping out of his
daze. Grabbing the scattered books from Hermione's fall, he hurried out of the library
and ran to his science class. After arriving, and receiving a slight lecture from the teacher,
Draco slipped in to his back row seat and when the teacher started drawing complicated
diagrams and labeling unknown things with unknown words, Draco decided to copy
some stuff down as not to bomb his next test. Pulling out his notebook he opened it and
tried to find a clean page. It took him about three seconds to realize that the writing in the
notebook wasn't his. And after a closer examination, he saw the feminine touch to the
script and it exploded in his mind that he had taken the new girl's notebook by accident.
'No big deal, I'll just find her and give it back to her.' He thought to himself, but he
couldn't figure out why there was a nagging feeling inside him if it was that simple.
Meanwhile, Hermione was still wandering around the endless rows of shelves. 'That boy,
Draco, he obviously is being hurt. But I can't help him. He doesn't want it and it's none
of my business to meddle with. But what was so special about him? He dresses like your
average high school guy, but his eyes, they were like, molten blue wells of silver. It's
almost as if his eyes are orbs of mist and liquid swirled together with endless boundaries.'
And his hair, a white blond at the tips, but a deeper golden color was obviously his
original hair color. Hermione blushed as she realized that her thoughts were leading to
one basic fact, how good she thought he looked. He was tall and from her brief moment
in his arms she had felt his strength and toned body. Feeling ridiculous by now,
Hermione gave herself a quick mental scolding and chose a table to finish her notes.
Hearing the librarian call out to remind some student eighth period was starting, she
glanced at her watch and inwardly cursed realizing that she wasn't excused from gym or
world language, and she had those after eighth period. "You spent so much time
daydreaming about some guy that now you probably won't finish this for your next
update meeting with the reading teacher. (a.n: like, since she's excused from class until
she catches up, she does the work the students are doing in the library, but every other
day or so she has to meet with her teachers to get new work, turn in work, ask questions,
etc) Hermione grabbed a dictionary and a thesaurus, she pulled out her reading notebook
and flipped through to find where she left off on her essay draft. As she looked over the
pages more carefully, the color drained from her face. Science notes, formulas, and
procedures were written neatly, dates and titles recorded clearly. But no matter how neat
it was, it wasn't her reading notebook. "It must be his. Draco's. Our books must have
been mixed together... Damnit. I have to find him and get it back." Hermione then let
loose a string of profane words that she normally wouldn't use. *lol* Deciding that
finding the notebook and finishing the essay was a better idea than rewriting the five
pages she already had from memory. "I'll finish my other stuff first." Hermione muttered
and buried herself in work.
Draco had to fight every nerve as not to page through and carefully read what the girl
wrote. Finally deciding that finding her name on one of the pages was the only way to be
able to return it to her, he opened it and found a huge essay scribbled over time after time.
His eyes racing across the pages, he finally found a corner at the top. "Hermione
Granger." He whispered to himself. Playing with the name he shortened it to Mione and
decided that Mione was better than Hermione, in the way it was his nickname for her.
"Now all I gotta do is find you, Hermione." He muttered pulling out looseleaf to take his
notes for the day.
Alrite ppls, that's the first chapter, and wow it's kinda long. Anyway as usual, please, please, review and give any comments or suggestions. Just no harsh flamers k? Just take a few seconds to write like, from a sentence, I liked it, to like a critique paragraph or something, anything is welcome and VERY VERY appreciated. I'll get the next chapter up as soon as I can. Ja ne