Right, guys, I know I have 2(maybe more) unfinished stories on the go..but my exams finish next week, so I'll be able to finished them probably (if you want me too). But..for now..here is a really short chapter of a little idea? Little bit OOC I know. Let me know what you think and give me some ideas! Thankyou for reading:)
Hermione sat cross legged in the middle of the Astronomy corridor, trying her best to finish her homework due in for tomorrow. The dark night streamed in through the windows, the dim candlelight barely illuminating the spot where the girl sat, a look of concentration etched upon her fragile face.
Her brown eyes scanned the paper once more, as she subconsciously twirled a lock of her long brown hair around her finger. She didn't want to go back to the Gryffindor common room just yet, among the loud noise and celebration of the wining of the latest Quidditch match against Slytherin.
As she finished her last role of parchment, she stood up and began to gather her things. She allowed the candle to burn itself out as she slowly walked down the corridor, her books held tightly across her chest. She lost herself in her thoughts of the day as she made her way down the stairs.
Ron had been snogging Lavander by the fireplace before she'd left in fury. The two had been at each others side all day, his measly girlfriend cheering him on at the sidelines for the whole game. That used to be her job. It used to be her that he smiled and waved to as he cheered with the crowd. But he's never looked at Hermione the way he looks at Lavender. Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted as she felt her books fall out of her arms as a figure pressed into her.
"I'm so sorry!" She exclaimed, without even registering what had happened.
"Watch where you're going, Granger!" shouted that all too familiar voice that pierced through her veins whenever she heard the sharp tone.
Hermione looked into Malfoy's glaring eyes, that suddenly seemed to soften as he looked at her face.
"Sorry, it's my fault. Here, let me," Draco's tone had completely changed to an almost alien compassion of soft and caring.
The sound didn't seem right in either of their ears, and it took Draco a while to register what he had actually just said himself. The tall boy crouched down and picked up Hermione's forgotten books and parchment from the stone step. His blond her moved silkily in the breeze as he moved, the wind rippling through the soft fibers.
Hermione had a strong urge to gently touch the silver strands, just to feel the touch of the well cared for hair. "Are you alright?" He asked, much to her continued surprise.
Only then did Hermione notice she had a small tear making its way down her pale cheek. She quickly wiped it away, and grabbed her books off Malfoy. The words came out of Draco's mouth without warning, he had no idea why he was concerned with how Granger felt, but he knew he was. A strange feeling appeared at the root of his stomach as soon as he saw that delicate little bead of water on her pale face; he didn't know what it was, but he had to fight back the urge to gently wipe it away, and hold her until she knew that she know longer needed to cry.
"Fine." She started down the stairs once more. She could hear his footsteps hurrying behind her, trying to keep up as she quickened her pace down the spiral stairs. Malfoy's hand suddenly grabbed her shoulder from behind and forced her to turn around.
"No you're not." He voice was full of concern.
"You're making me feel uneasy Malfoy; what's happened to you?" She snapped, trying to prise herself away from his grasp.
"I'm not all bad you know!" He stated harshly.
"I know." Hermione sighed, giving up on trying to squirm out of his hard grasp. "I'm sorry."
"I know."
Hermione gave him an infuriating look, "Do you always have to be so insolent?"
"It's in the blood." He smirked, enjoying how uncomfortable she looked under his glare.
"Hm." She turned her head, trying to see if there was any way she could get out of this.
"Tell me what's wrong." He said, almost luring her to tell her everything.
"Why?" She asked, there must be a reason why Malfoy, of all people, would want to know why she was upset.
"I want to help a fellow student, what more?" He loosened his grip on her shoulder as he looked into her eyes.
"I was just thinking." She avoided his gaze.
"About..?" Malfoy tried to get her to open up.
"About Ronald Weasly. That's what. Now will you leave me alone." The girl turned sharply, her brown hair following after her as she headed down the stairs once more, leaving Malfoy behind her, trying not to laugh.
"Hey-" Draco called after her, running down the steep steps, trying to chase the girl.
"Leave me alone Malfoy." She snapped, not bothering to look at him.
Suddenly that knot in the bottom of his stomach was gone, and replaced with fury. How dare that little Weasle make a girl cry, not even he would do that, no matter her blood status. He didn't know what had gone on, but it was probably to do with that new girlfriend of his. It was obvious to anyone that Granger fancied the pants off him, if he only opened his eyes, that ginger little rat would see how much Hermione, for some un-be-known reason, loved him, and how much better off he would be with her. Draco gradually came to a halt half way up the spiralling steps.
"He doesn't know what he's missing." He shouted down, wincing at his own words. He watched as Hermione stopped in her tracks, taking a moment for the words to settle in before she looked up at him.
He waited a second, making eye contact with the confused girl, before making his way back up the staircase, smirking to himself.
