Hey, hey, hey! I'm back with a new idea for a story! It is D/H!!! Which totally rules. I swear there meant for each other. Any way. I am really going to enjoy writing this. It's based on one of my favorite songs called If Walls Could Talk by Celine Deon. (Hence the title. Hehe) I probably misspelled her name. Well now to the story.
I own none of this. JKR owns the characters (Also WB) And the plot is to the song If Walls Could Talk, by Celine Deon. Please don't sue me. I have no money at all.
If Walls Could Talk
Chapter one
New Feelings and old deceptions.
Hermiones POV.
I walked down the halls of Hogwarts hand in hand with Harry, my best friend and boyfriend. My life had seemed to have, taken a turn for the best since my fifteenth birthday. (I am currently in seventeen year.) I hadn't really changed much appearance wise. I straitened my hair and had grown into my scrawny little girls figure. That was about it. I had taken a trip to the United States last summer and that's where the real change started to happen. My family and I went to California. I made a friend there whose name is Patrick Little. He taught me to loosen up and to have a little more fun. That didn't mean that I wouldn't forget about my homework. I am still the same over that, but I try to spend more time with my friends this year instead of going to the library during all of my free time. After all, I thought, this is probably the last time I will see most of them.
'This day is going to be great' I thought. It was a Hogsmede weekend. Harry, Ron and I were going to The Three Broomsticks to have some butterbeer. After we went to The Three Broomsticks Harry and I were going to come back to Hogwarts to sit by the lake and talk. I thought it was all very romantic even though my feelings were quickly changing for him. I was still excited none-the-less.
I felt a sudden chill go up my back. That kind of tingling feeling where you feel like your being watched. I turned around sharply and caught Malfoy staring at me. He was walking about ten steps behind me. For some strange reason I liked it. I liked the thought of Draco Malfoy staring at me. It wasn't a cold stare either. It was almost adoring. I looked him straight in the eyes. I noticed that his eyes weren't light blue like I had thought before. They were silver. Really silver colored with dark blue speckles through out them. They were beautiful. He was beautiful. I had always thought so. He was tall with short blond hair. He was lean with a bit of muscle. His face looked soft and rounded instead of sharp and pointy like it had used to be. He was also a bit tanner this year. He was amazing. No, wait; hold on, what am I talking about? This is Malfoy! Besides I have Harry. But still he did look good and he was staring at me. I looked back at him again and he smiled. Not a cruel menacing smile he usually gave me, but a warm almost loving one. Then just as fast as it had come it was gone.
We finally got to Hogsmede and decided to look through the shops for a little bit before heading to The Three Broomsticks. We went through almost all the shops and I noticed that everywhere we went so did Draco. And he kept the same distance and he kept his eyes on me.
"Hey Herms, do you have the feeling that Malfoy is fallowing us?" Harry said voicing my thoughts.
"Yeah, I was just thinking that." I said.
"He's staring at you non-stop to." said Ron.
"Oh, he is? I didn't notice." I lied blushing slightly.
Draco's POV.
She is amazing. I want her. I need her. I need her love, but Potter possesses her heart. The lucky bastard! He has no idea of how fortunate he is to hold her heart and love. I would give anything to walk through Hogsmede just holding her hand. I would die for her to give ma a loving look instead of a glare.
She looks back at me and for a brief second I smile at her. A real genuine smile. My heart skips a beat when I see that vague pinkish tint to her cheeks as she turns back to her friends. She blushed.
When we arrive at Hogsmede and I fallow Hermione everywhere she goes. I never take my eyes off her. I can't really help it.
Later in the day I find another reason to hate Potter. They are in Zonko's Joke Shop and Harry takes Hermione aside and kisses her. I could see her melt in his arms. I felt the anger running through out my body and I just wanted to kill Potter right on the spot. But hold on. How did this happen? Since when do I like the Mudblood? I guess since I saw her at the Yule ball three years ago. She was stunning. She should have been on my arm. But I am not worthy of her.
I am truly evil. I didn't believe in Voldemort but I did believe in the dark arts. Hermione was my only soft spot. It's kind of funny though. Everyone thinks I am a death eater when in truth I am the one who destroyed them. Yes there were still murders and strange happenings going on, but it was me leading them. Not that old fool Voldemort. Although he was dangerous and smart he was a fool. He was only evil because of his father. So he took it out on the muggle-borns. Me I do it mostly for fun.
Hermione's POV.
I usually feel very safe when Harry or Ron is around, but today with Draco everywhere staring at me all the time, I have to admit, I was a bit frightened. I was also a bit flattered. Harry and I have been going out since our fifth year at Hogwarts. I do love Harry but it was becoming more of a love you have for a brother instead of a boyfriend. I just couldn't relate to Harry like I used to. I need something new. I am only seventeen and I feel like I am already settling down. I am not ready to do that yet.
Ron, Harry and I finally made it to The Three Broomsticks. We settled ourselves at a back table and I excused myself to go to the bathroom. I walked into the dull bathroom and noticed it was all pink. An ugly grayish pink. There were also sinks lining on the wall by the door. Across from the sinks were the bathrooms toilet stalls. They were also the same grotesque pink. I looked all around the room and found there were no mirrors. I went into a stall and closed the door. There on the back of the door was a full-length mirror. 'That's weird. Who wants to watch there self use the toilet?'
As she was about to leave the rest room she heard the door open and was surprised to see the person who walked through it.
Well that's it for now. I'll update soon. I really hope you like it. Review please. I do enjoy constructive criticism. Please no flames.
~*OKLAHOMA GURL*~
I own none of this. JKR owns the characters (Also WB) And the plot is to the song If Walls Could Talk, by Celine Deon. Please don't sue me. I have no money at all.
If Walls Could Talk
Chapter one
New Feelings and old deceptions.
Hermiones POV.
I walked down the halls of Hogwarts hand in hand with Harry, my best friend and boyfriend. My life had seemed to have, taken a turn for the best since my fifteenth birthday. (I am currently in seventeen year.) I hadn't really changed much appearance wise. I straitened my hair and had grown into my scrawny little girls figure. That was about it. I had taken a trip to the United States last summer and that's where the real change started to happen. My family and I went to California. I made a friend there whose name is Patrick Little. He taught me to loosen up and to have a little more fun. That didn't mean that I wouldn't forget about my homework. I am still the same over that, but I try to spend more time with my friends this year instead of going to the library during all of my free time. After all, I thought, this is probably the last time I will see most of them.
'This day is going to be great' I thought. It was a Hogsmede weekend. Harry, Ron and I were going to The Three Broomsticks to have some butterbeer. After we went to The Three Broomsticks Harry and I were going to come back to Hogwarts to sit by the lake and talk. I thought it was all very romantic even though my feelings were quickly changing for him. I was still excited none-the-less.
I felt a sudden chill go up my back. That kind of tingling feeling where you feel like your being watched. I turned around sharply and caught Malfoy staring at me. He was walking about ten steps behind me. For some strange reason I liked it. I liked the thought of Draco Malfoy staring at me. It wasn't a cold stare either. It was almost adoring. I looked him straight in the eyes. I noticed that his eyes weren't light blue like I had thought before. They were silver. Really silver colored with dark blue speckles through out them. They were beautiful. He was beautiful. I had always thought so. He was tall with short blond hair. He was lean with a bit of muscle. His face looked soft and rounded instead of sharp and pointy like it had used to be. He was also a bit tanner this year. He was amazing. No, wait; hold on, what am I talking about? This is Malfoy! Besides I have Harry. But still he did look good and he was staring at me. I looked back at him again and he smiled. Not a cruel menacing smile he usually gave me, but a warm almost loving one. Then just as fast as it had come it was gone.
We finally got to Hogsmede and decided to look through the shops for a little bit before heading to The Three Broomsticks. We went through almost all the shops and I noticed that everywhere we went so did Draco. And he kept the same distance and he kept his eyes on me.
"Hey Herms, do you have the feeling that Malfoy is fallowing us?" Harry said voicing my thoughts.
"Yeah, I was just thinking that." I said.
"He's staring at you non-stop to." said Ron.
"Oh, he is? I didn't notice." I lied blushing slightly.
Draco's POV.
She is amazing. I want her. I need her. I need her love, but Potter possesses her heart. The lucky bastard! He has no idea of how fortunate he is to hold her heart and love. I would give anything to walk through Hogsmede just holding her hand. I would die for her to give ma a loving look instead of a glare.
She looks back at me and for a brief second I smile at her. A real genuine smile. My heart skips a beat when I see that vague pinkish tint to her cheeks as she turns back to her friends. She blushed.
When we arrive at Hogsmede and I fallow Hermione everywhere she goes. I never take my eyes off her. I can't really help it.
Later in the day I find another reason to hate Potter. They are in Zonko's Joke Shop and Harry takes Hermione aside and kisses her. I could see her melt in his arms. I felt the anger running through out my body and I just wanted to kill Potter right on the spot. But hold on. How did this happen? Since when do I like the Mudblood? I guess since I saw her at the Yule ball three years ago. She was stunning. She should have been on my arm. But I am not worthy of her.
I am truly evil. I didn't believe in Voldemort but I did believe in the dark arts. Hermione was my only soft spot. It's kind of funny though. Everyone thinks I am a death eater when in truth I am the one who destroyed them. Yes there were still murders and strange happenings going on, but it was me leading them. Not that old fool Voldemort. Although he was dangerous and smart he was a fool. He was only evil because of his father. So he took it out on the muggle-borns. Me I do it mostly for fun.
Hermione's POV.
I usually feel very safe when Harry or Ron is around, but today with Draco everywhere staring at me all the time, I have to admit, I was a bit frightened. I was also a bit flattered. Harry and I have been going out since our fifth year at Hogwarts. I do love Harry but it was becoming more of a love you have for a brother instead of a boyfriend. I just couldn't relate to Harry like I used to. I need something new. I am only seventeen and I feel like I am already settling down. I am not ready to do that yet.
Ron, Harry and I finally made it to The Three Broomsticks. We settled ourselves at a back table and I excused myself to go to the bathroom. I walked into the dull bathroom and noticed it was all pink. An ugly grayish pink. There were also sinks lining on the wall by the door. Across from the sinks were the bathrooms toilet stalls. They were also the same grotesque pink. I looked all around the room and found there were no mirrors. I went into a stall and closed the door. There on the back of the door was a full-length mirror. 'That's weird. Who wants to watch there self use the toilet?'
As she was about to leave the rest room she heard the door open and was surprised to see the person who walked through it.
Well that's it for now. I'll update soon. I really hope you like it. Review please. I do enjoy constructive criticism. Please no flames.
~*OKLAHOMA GURL*~