Impress Her with Silence
She cursed softly as she walked through the door. It was not her intention to lose that quill now. She didn't see him waiting for her outside the doorway, hoping to get a small confrontation in before lunch. She ran into him abruptly, and looked up. She didn't say anything, merely gazed into his soul. Or so he felt. He tried to make some cutting remark, but failed. Why was he here again? She opened her mouth, and he waited to hear the words that would give him a feeling of knowing, a sense of if this was real.
"I love the top of your head," she said simply, as she brushed by him.
And she truly did. It was just… shiny, y'know? She did love shiny things. Like forks. Which reminded her of lunchtime, which reminded her of the library and of papers, which reminded her of her lost quill.
Damn. She hated the top of Malfoy's head.
A/N: The first in my Draco/Hermione series of drabbles. Go on. Flame it. I dare you. Or love it. Whichever suits your fancy.
I have been asked what the point of this story is. The point, my dear Arianna, is to give you an insight into Draco and Hermione's developing relationship. Because all good relationships start out completely awkwardly and random (in my opinion), I wanted to give the lovebirds a completely awkward and random moment. And Hermione's tired of being presented as a smart girl all the time, when really she's just full of shiny, fork-like goodness.
Alright, that was crap. This is the second fanfic I'd ever written, and I like random stories about forks where not everyone is put together and polished. Plus, I was inspired by the marvelous fork that I had just used for dinner. Hurrah for forks!
Anyhoo, review for voodoo Harry dolls, complete with stabbing fork insert. :]