Here's another chapter. Reviews are nice, but I don't care much for them and hate when authors leave you hanging, saying they'll update when they have so and so many reviews.
Platypi - I suppose it is too emo. Perhaps corny. I know I'm not the best of writers, but please, bear with me. This was made out of boredom and curiousity. But thanks for the review. : )
Emma Laraliean - Haha, thank you. : )
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Draco stepped out of the car and thanked his driver. He had arrived at about 15 minutes before the given time, aware that he would like to mingle a little and see his fellow classmates. And also because he was very anxious to see Hermione. He had been spending the past two days thinking of what he would say to her, just in case he would have the pleasure of having a conversation with her. He thought of casual things he could bring up, how she was doing, what her job was, where she was living, basic small talk. A voice in the back of his mind was nagging to him that there was a chance they would talk about what happened to them all those years ago. Draco, however, had pushed those thoughts away. Two days couldn't prepare for a conversation like that. He didn't even think ten years could.
Draco was looking very handsome that evening, wearing black dress pants and a black dress shirt. Hermoine had always told him black had always looked best on him. He had remembered that little tidbit when choosing what to wear earlier that day. He was also wearing his Head Boy badge. Even thought Dumbledore hadn't asked, he knew the old man would have liked him to wear it. He had also wore the necklace she had given him for Christmas back when they were together. It was a simple, white gold necklace with a lion charm on it. She had given it to him the very first time she had said, "I love you," to him, the night she had given herself to him. He hadn't taken it off since. Friends he made over the years would ask him about it, curious of why it was a lion and not a snake, since they had known he was in Slytherin, and why he never took it off. "Sentimental value," was all he said.
He looked up at the old castle. It still looked the same as it did the last time he saw it ten years ago. He closed his eyes and took in that moment. He remembered when he was younger, he wanted nothing to leave this place. But now, all he wanted was to go back.
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Hermione walked along the cobblestone path, leaving Hogsmeade and walking to Hogwarts. It was about 4 o'clock. Harry and Ron had told her that they would be arriving early so Hermione thought she would like to too. She walked in a black spaghetti-strap dress that hugged her curves nicely, a simple shawl rested on her shoulders, and a small handbag in her hand. She was also wearing her Head Girl Badge, with pride. She worked hard to get it and wasn't afraid to show it. Hermione just wanted to let her natural waves rest onto her shoulders, but Isabelle insist she curl them just a bit, so she had that done. Usually, Hermione would have objected, but she knew that she wanted to impress just one person.
She was very nervous, no doubt. Her hands would get clammy and her stomach would do little flip flops when she thought about seeing him. She was considering if she'd go up and talk to him. Practical Hermione figured that if he wanted to talk to her, he would.
Finally Hermione reached her destination. Yes, she had been there just months before, but she always got the same feeling as she did when she first arrived when she was 11. She smiled to herself and walked through the big oak doors and to the Great Hall.
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Draco stopped himself. The Great Hall doors were closed. 'Thank Merlin,' he thought. "Ok, this is it," he said, to no one in particular. He pulled open the door and walked in. No one greeted him, for everyone was walking around, with smiles on their faces, hugging people they hadn't seen in years, some already engrossed in conversations. The room had looked as it did before, the head table where the teachers sat and four tables, all aligned one next to the other. He noted a table near the wall that had glasses filled with wine. He walked right over and took a glass for himself. 'Calm down, you don't even know if she's here,' he thought. While sipping his wine, he glanced around the room to see who was already there. More than half the school was there. He saw Hannah Abbott, a Hufflepuff. He saw McGonagall, Dumbledore, and Hagrid standing, talking and observing the men and women around them. He saw Colin Creevey, with his camera. Colin had taken a job as a photographer at the Daily Prophet and was told to take pictures of the reunion.
He looked around more, taking his second glass of wine. Familiar faces came across his gaze. Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, Lavendar and Pavarti. 'Those Gryffindors really do stick together,' he thought. Potter and Weasley were not far from the other Gryffindors, and there she was, standing in the middle of her best friends. He felt his heart skip a beat and his breathe caught in his throat. She was laughing, apparently at something Harry had said. He cursed in his mind that he couldn't hear her laugh, mainly because she was practically on the other side of the room. 'She's beautiful,' he thought.
"Draco! Draco Malfoy, is that you?" he heard a shrill voice. He turned to his right slighty and saw Pansy Parkinson. Even though he found her annoying and too clingy when they had been in school, they had still remained friends. They would occasionally write to eachother. Pansy was now married to a halfblood she'd met through a mutual friend. Go figure.
He had set his glass down and gave her a hug. She was practically the only person he'd kept in contact with from school.
"Draco, I've missed you," Pansy said, letting go.
"Likewise," he said, giving her a smile.
"You've arrived pretty late. I got here around 3:45 and already this room was buzzing with noise," she stated, looking over the room full of people.
"Well, I am Draco Malfoy. You should know that I like to arrive fashionably late," Draco said. She laughed and gave him a slap on the shoulder.
"It's been ten years and you're still the same Draco. Thank God," she said with a smile, giving him another hug.
"Attention ladies and gentlemen, if you don't mind, I'd like for all of us to take our seats," Dumbledore's voice boomed loudly above the crowd. In a few minutes everyone had seated at their house table. "It is wonderful that you all could be here to join us this joyous evening. You all have gone off and done great things over these years. I could never be more proud than I am now knowing you all had grown up to be great people, and had learned to be great from this very school. Hogwart's only teaches the best and believe me, you are." Everyone applauded their former headmaster, some with tears in their eyes.
McGonagall had leaned over and whispered something to Dumbledore's ear. "Oh yes, of course. Now, now, before we proceed to our feast, I would like to have our Head Boy and Head Girl, come and sit here," he said, pointing to a table infront of the teacher's table. It was where the Head Boy and Girl would sit and every meal, everyday of their 7th year. "Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Mr. Draco Malfoy and Miss Hermione Granger." Applauds came from all over the room. Hermione had stood up, and walked from her seat at the Gryffindor table over to her new seat. Reluctantly, Draco stood up and walked over as well.
Hermione had seated herself, waiting for the applauds to subside. Then she looked up and saw him walking towards her. 'Oh, he's handsome,' she thought. She felt her stomach do those little flip flops and had suddenly lost her appetite. She saw his grey eyes look into her brown ones and all of a sudden, all her feelings and emotions for him came rushing back. The love she had for him had unlocked itself from deep inside her heart and released itself. She had never felt that way, not even with Kyle. He had pulled his chair back and seated himself next to her. She closed her eyes briefly, took a deep breath, and opened them again, only to see her plate filled with food. She loved the feeling she had, and she didn't want it to go away.
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I'm predicting an update soon. When I figure out how I want this story to go and when I have time to type it all up. I'm not sure yet if this fic will be long or short. But I hope you all like how it's going so far. : )