Sorry it's been forever since my previous update. XD
Chocolate goes to all my great reviewers. ;D
MuffinMartians : Er... I'm a bit confused on how I don't know anything about the English School System. XD;; I know Hogwarts is in Britain, but... xD;; Could you please explain...?
XLinzX : It says the characters at the top of the page, next to all the other info. Cx This is a Draco x Hermione story, so good guess. 8D
Jen3227 : When reading the Harry Potter series, to me, Hermione always seems forward and unafraid to speak her mind and opinions. xD That's just me though. As for 'xD' I figured that Hermione, being muggle born, would have experience with instant messaging and the internet. c: And thank you, I'm glad I managed to pull her off so far. 8D
Lya Darkfury : I agree, it just seems so unnatural to me, to instantly fall in love with someone. Especially with the history these two have, I figured that it would take time for them to get used to one another. Thanks for the lovely review. 8D
DragonQuillz : a;lsdkfja Color guard is the most amazing thing EVER! 8D Sorry to spazz out about it, but it's seriously my favorite thing to do ever. If you've ever watched a football game (highschool football games especially) you'll see that the bands perform at half-time or after the game. If you pay close attention, you'll notice that there are people performing with the band who are actually spinning flags, rifles, sabers, and pretty much anything else we can get our hands on. Those people spinning are the color guard. 8D We count as part of the band, but we don't play instruments while marching. If you have any questions about it, I'd love to answer them. ;D
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She tapped the end of her quill lightly on the textbook that sat unused in front of her. She was in the History of Magic classroom, the class only having started five minutes ago, and it was her last class before lunch break. She slouched over her desk, her chin cupped in her palm as her eyelids began to droop. The class had all ready gone over this lesson the week before, but it seemed that Professor Binns had forgotten that little fact. Most of the students in the class were all ready sound asleep, and, as much as she hated to admit it, Binns' droning voice was lulling her to sleep as well. She gave herself a quick internal shake and wracked her brain for something to keep her awake for the rest of the lesson.
She allowed here eyes to wander, letting them finally rest on a corner of her H.I.N.T.S. book that peeked out of her crammed book bag.
She scolded herself softly, not believing that she was actually going to completely ignore a lesson. My friends' habits are definitely rubbing of on me, she thought with a frown.
With a sigh, she cracked open the little book and took out her H.I.N.T.S. quill. With a casual flick of her wrist, she had logged in and had found the page that listed who was currently logged in as well. None of her friends were using their book (she had added them all to her friends list when she discovered they could talk to people other than their pen pal just as long as they had their pen name), but Emerald Ice Storm was. She frowned, tapping his name, and began to write.
Golden Night's Dream:
Don't you have lessons right now?
His reply came faster than she expected and her frown deepened as she read his reply.
Emerald Ice Storm:
… Yes…, why?
Golden Night's Dream:
Well shouldn't you be paying attention to your professor then? You could miss something important!
Emerald Ice Storm:
I could say the same thing to you.
She huffed, crossing her arms and glaring at the reply as if she were actually glaring at the writer instead.
Golden Night's Dream:
That's different, my professor has all ready taught this lesson last week and seems to have forgotten.
Emerald Ice Storm:
… Suuuurrrreeee
Golden Night's Dream:
It's true! I have the lesson notes to prove it!
Emerald Ice Storm:
Who cares about your bloody notes?
Golden Night's Dream:
Language! And these notes will ensure that I pass the upcoming exams, which will help me get good marks, and those'll help me pass this year at Hogwarts, which will-
Emerald Ice Storm:
For Merlin's sake! Okay, I get it, I GET IT. Those notes'll ensure your survival in the magical world. Jeez.
And aren't exams in… what...? A few months?
And I'll use whatever language I bloody well please.
Golden Night's Dream:
Just because they're a few months away doesn't mean I can't begin preparing myself. The early bird gets the worm.
Emerald Ice Storm:
… The school year just started. Don't you think that's just a bit early?
Golden Night's Dream:
If you're early, you're on time; if you're on time, you're late.
Emerald Ice Storm:
Where the hell do you get all those phrases?
She paused, unsure on how to reply. She grew up with those phrases, but revealing herself as a muggleborn witch would aide her pen pal in discovering who she was. But she didn't want to lie either.
Golden Night's Dream:
I have a few muggle friends I learned them from.
It wasn't a total lie, her muggle friends did use those phrases often.
She expected a quick reply, as he had replied quickly throughout the entire conversation, but a reply never came. Five minutes passed and there was still no reply. Anxiously, she began to worry that he had been caught writing in his H.I.N.T.S. book when he should've been paying attention, but her H.I.N.T.S. book said he was still logged in. She reread her last message, wondering if she had said anything offending. She didn't find anything wrong with her message, so, her brows furrowed in confusion, she wrote him another message.
Golden Night's Dream:
… What? Was it something I said?
She set down her H.I.N.T.S. quill and leaned back in her chair as she waited for a reply. Again, no reply came. Several minutes passed, but just as she was about to logout and close her H.I.N.T.S. book, his neat script faded onto the page.
Emerald Ice Storm:
So you're a muggle lover.
Her temper flared as her cheeks flushed with rage. It wasn't even a question, it was just a statement, and it cut her as harshly as a serrated knife. Just the way he said it was offending and she snatched her H.I.N.T.S. quill, stabbing at the page.
Golden Night's Dream:
Why yes, as a matter of fact I AM.
What's wrong with muggles?
She waited angrily for his reply, glaring expectantly at the page to read his explanation. But just as she began to see his writing fade onto her page, the bell rang, signaling the end of the lesson and the beginning of the lunch break.
She slammed her H.I.N.T.S. book shut, jamming it into her book bag along with all her other things and stalked furiously out the door.
Hope you enjoyed this chapter. C: I'm working on the next one as I type. xD
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