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Chapter 1
Draco's P.O.V.
I rolled my eyes as Pansy snaked her arms through mine. I slipped mine out and reached for a bread roll, scanning the crowded dining hall. There she was, brown hair shining gold in the bright lights, sitting next to that attention hog Potter and idiot, Weasley who always seemed to be snogging his equally stupid girlfriend Lavender.
I felt Pansy's eyes boring into my face, but I avoided her gaze. This was getting old. She chased me, and I tried not to lead her on, but she got this idea that we were meant to be. I didn't know how long I could keep it up, and I didn't know how long she'd take it.
My eyes were still on Hermione as she stood from the table seemingly unnoticed. She glanced at Ron and Lavender, whose lips seemed to be glued together, and wrinkled her nose. She scanned the room, and for a quick moment, our eyes met. She looked down and hurried out of the room. Pansy leaned into me and tried to kiss my cheek. I dodged her puckered lips. I had suddenly lost my appetite.
I tried to convince myself that I wasn't following Hermione, just coincidently going to the same place as her. She seemed to be going to maybe the library. At least that's where I hoped she was going. It was to no luck, however, as I watched her slip into the Gryffindor common room. I felt a slight sinking. No, I wasn't going to let myself be disappointed. I was going to get over her. I had to get over Hermione.
"What are you doing?" A cold voice snapped. I whirled around.
"What's it to you, Potter?" I shot back, glaring into those green eyes that seemed to make girls swoon.
"If you're trying to sneak into the dormitories, look into a mirror. Anyone can see you're not a Gryffindor," Harry said. I let out a small breath. That's what Harry thought I was doing. I was ok with that assumption.
Hermione's P.O.V.
I had no clue what that moment with Draco and I had been about, but it was strange. I, however, forgot about it after seeing Ron practically shove his tongue down Lavender's throat. I didn't want to be around that, so I left.
My footsteps echoed through the halls and seemed to last forever. I tried to get to the girl's dorm as fast as possible. I was thinking. People said I was the smartest wizard of our year, but sometimes when I thought too much, thoughts happened. I learned that sometimes to get the best results you just had to stop thinking. But as I threw myself down on my bed, I couldn't help but think.
Had the night in the Chamber meant nothing to Ron? We'd spent half of the summer together. When I'd had to go back home, Ron and I wrote to each other for about three weeks. Then he'd kind of just stopped writing, and when we got back to school Lavender was hanging off his arm. And she hadn't let go ever since.
Ron had asked me if we were ok, through Harry of course, and I'd said yes. What was i supposed to say, no? That wouldn't have changed anything.
Lavender barged into the room, giggling as always. I turned my head sideways, so not to let her see my red eyes. Those burning eyes happened to land on a picture of me, Harry, and Ron on my dresser. Harry didn't matter.
All I saw was Ron's body angled toward the camera, his arm slung over my shoulder, him laughing and me reaching up to touch his hand. It was taken just hours after the Chamber scene. I watched myself glance at the tall redhead then grin back at the camera.
I knew the photo infuriated Lavender, and so I kept it up all the time. She infuriated me, and yet she still hung around.