Back once again, and I must say, I really think I will enjoy this story, I've been writing it in my head for...er... quite some time, about a month... so here goes.
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Chapter 2: Draco's Turn
Draco stuffed his hands down further into the pocket of his robes as he stalked through the hallway, feeling his wand in his pocket. He soon came to the Great Hall; first morning of the last year of Hogwarts.
He quickly sat down between Goyle and Zabini, staring into his oatmeal, not reaching to butter his usual two pieces of toast.
"Hey, Draco, what's up?" asked Zabini, completely oblivious.
"Merlin, Zabini, of all the bloody girls in this school, it would be Granger, wouldn't it?!" he exclaimed throwing his hands on the table, momentarily causing his utensils to rise and fall. He continued. "I mean, I sort of realized it, but still? I have to spend the bloody year with her, and she's already started acting like a Potter-loving prat!
"And if she's sooo smart, why hasn't she realized that stupid Weasley is, and has been, for a while, cheating on her?" He scowled and took a bite of his oatmeal.
Zabini blinked twice, and tilted his head; lips pursed. "What on earth are you talking about, Draco?"
Draco rolled his eyes. "Let me make this simple. Granger is Head Girl with me. For a so-called 'smart girl', she really is thick."
Zabini's mouth dropped open; his eyes grew big. "How d'you know, then?"
Draco smirked as he finished his oatmeal. "Saw him twice with that Brown girl from Gryffindor. Once at Diagon Alley before school; then in the hallway on the way to my room. Doesn't even try to hide it." He scowled with distaste.
"Why don't you tell Granger, then? Maybe she'd act a little nicer." Zabini said, getting up and straightening his robes.
"Why should I? She's smart enough; she can figure it our on her own." Draco sneered as he walked away towards Potions, his first class of the day.
Draco was halfway to the Dungeons when he heard Pansy Parkinson running up behind him calling his name; he sighed inwardly, put on what he hoped was a 'Merlin, you're annoying' smile, and turned around to face her.
"Hey, Draco! I've been calling your name since you left the Great Hall, didn't you hear me?" she asked, immediately smiling that tiny little smile that made Draco want to shove his head into the wall.
"No, Pansy, I didn't," said Draco tightly through his tightened lips, before smiling once again. In fact, he had heard her, but he thought himself far enough away to say that he couldn't.
She gripped his arm through both of hers as they kept walking; he didn't have the heart to hex her off. Draco turned his head away and made a sick face, and rolled his eyes, then turned back. Didn't this girl ever realize, in her six (about to be seven) years here, that he couldn't stand the sight of her?
See, even though everyone thought he was mean, even bullyish (Ok, that was really only Potter and his little friends), he was really a nice guy. To his fellow Slytherins, of course. Even to the occasional first year Hufflepuff who knew well enough not to mess with him.
"If only Granger could know how nice I am, at least to Pansy," he thought, looking down on the girl wrapped around his left arm, "Maybe she would think twice about saying how horrible I really am."
"So, Draco, you know what's coming up in only two weeks?" she simpered at him, as they walked into Potions; there, he slowly untwined himself from her, surprisingly force-like grip, and sat down.
"What, Pansy?" he said in a tired voice, although he already knew what. "Hogsmeade weekend?"
"Oh yes!" she squealed, and hugged him. He made a gross face at Zabini and Crabbe as they laughed at him.
"Aren't we a little old to be excited about this?" Draco questioned, looking at Pansy.
"No, because we can be together!" she exclaimed.
"Well, I'm going to sit down; we're supposed to be working on Amortentia today." He started to walk away.
"Ok." Pansy sighed sadly, and went to sit by Millicent.
"Alright, now today class, we are learning Amortentia, one of the most powerful love potions in existence today, as Granger told us at the end of last lesson." Professor Slughorn beamed, and motioned to Hermione, who sat between Harry and Ron smiling slightly. "Now, instead of working with your usual partners, I will pair you up today, to try something new." He clapped his hands and got out a list.
A groan issued through the class.
"Let's see," he scanned the list, and cleared his throat, "Alright. We have Harry and Ernie; Ron and Pansy (Pansy immediately looked to Draco and whimpered, and Ron rolled his eyes); Draco and Hermione; Blaise and Hannah (Hannah threw a longing look over to Zabini; every girl thought he was handsome); and... Millicent and Zacharias."
Draco's eyes rolled up towards the ceiling. Why her? Wasn't he forced to be around her enough?
She came and sat down beside him quietly, and started putting a fire under his cauldron.
"What are you doing?" he exclaimed. "That's mine!"
"Well, we are working together, right?" She sighed and looked back at the book.
Draco thought about last night. She was right, blood didn't matter anymore, and he knew that. But he thought she would know that old habits die hard. And in this case, really hard. He really didn't care she was a Mudblood. That was his dad's area of expertise. What he liked was getting her ticked off. It was really funny to him.
But he knew he should stop, so he thought he would try again with this truce thing. For real.
"Ok, before we start, I just want to say, I really do want a truce." Draco stated, which made Hermione look at him with a look of incredulity.
"What, so you can call me Mudblood again, and laugh even more because I fell for it again?" She questioned, and added the first ingredient.
"No, I really mean it, I mean, come on, old habits die hard." He said, and when she snorted, then looked up he raised his eyebrows, and held out his hand.
She eyed it warily, as if it was a bug, then her expression softened, and she looked him in the eye. "But no more insults towards me, alright?"
"I'll only call you Granger if you call me Malfoy; no having a go at me either." He said, and she shook her head.
They shook hands; Draco thought her hand felt soft, like his Nimbus 2004 in his hand.
They obviously shook longer than they needed to; Draco let go quickly, and Hermione shook her head.
"Alright," she said, as he added the fifth ingredient and stirred," The potion should be turning pink now."
And indeed, it was turning pink. As was Hermione, in the cheeks. She hid her face in the book, as her cheeks got even more hot. Lucky for her, Draco was too busy adding the last ingredients for him to notice.
The spirals curled upwards and kept going; Draco and Hermione gulped in breaths of air, the most beautiful smell in the world, at least to them.
"Alright, once the potion is done, record what it smells like to you on a piece of parchment, then bring a flask up here, along with you paper." Professor Slughorn said, clearing room on his desk to take the students' work.
Draco looked down on the blank piece, then wrote it down.
Amortentia smells like my mother's best perfume, chocolate cake freshly baked, and something new, cannot put my finger on it(perhaps an unopened book, maybe?).
He quickly gave Hermione the parchment, which she read, then smirked. She quickly started writing.
I think the Amortentia smells like fresh parchment, freshly mown grass, and a musky smell (I can't identify it, but it's wonderful.)
He folded up the parchment, while she bottled a flask of the potion, then they both walked their work to the front of the classroom.
Slughorn took their assignment, then said,"Wonderful job, I'm glad I put you two together."
Draco turned his head away in disbelief; Hermione smiled tightly, and started to walk away.
Draco went back to his dorm after class and put the beginning of his essay for Potions away; then went on to Astronomy.
After lunch he attended Charms, during which Crabbe and Goyle messed up their hair, and made themselves have pig-tails, with pink ribbons tied around in a bow (they were studying how to grow out hair in different colors.)
He walked back from the Great Hall after dinner; Zabini having told him of this Ravenclaw sixth year, which he had invited to Hogsmeade, and started to approach the Heads' dorms.
He walked through their private common room and dropped his books on the couch sitting in there. He started making his way up the stairs.
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Woo-hoo I left you on a cliff hanger (not really). What happens next isn't 'too' big, I just want it in Hermione's point of wiew...
And I need to work on my Sirius Black story (An Unexpected Marauder's Love Story). Go read it if you haven't already; I'm about to go update it...
And a HUMOUNGOUS (spell check on that) THANKS TO Glitterpaw!! Thank you for reviewing almost ALL my stories, it's really nice of you!! :D Internet hugs to you, along with a virtual cookie -- O -- It's right there. the circle thing. haha.
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