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Authors Note: Review, please! I love constructive criticism! Also, this is my first dialogue fic, so tell me if it's any good!
I know there are a few people that may feel a little cheated that I've been updating, despite it being marked as complete. My reasoning is that it is plotless, and therefore find it could quite easily appear finished at the end of each chapter. These updates are more to entertain myself and also to appease any reader who doesn't really want it to end just yet.
I'd also like to let you all know that it is very likely that I will continue updating this story. There will hopefully be a very clear and entertaining ending. ^^
Summary: Typically, Hermione and Draco are stuck in another cupboard. With no obvious approaching escape, an interesting conversation ensues.
Tremble - Part III
"Hermione? You awake?"
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"I'll take that as a no, then."
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"Maybe you're being untruthful to me, though."
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"Maybe you're actually just pretending."
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"Sorry for telling you to go on a diet earlier."
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"Your weight on my lap is actually quite comforting. Although my legs are starting to go dead."
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"Your hair is so soft. Less wild than it was in first year. I'm rather partial to it."
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"I'm going to tell you something, Hermione."
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"I'm only warning you because I don't want you to up and run away."
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"I was lying earlier."
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"I told you I realised I liked you two months ago."
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"I think I've liked you for years."
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"Since I first saw you, in truth."
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"I walked past that carriage and watched you rip at Weasel over some phoney spell and the dirt on his
nose."
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"I remember, I stood there and thought; 'Can she get any more perfect?'"
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"You were beautiful to me then, too."
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"When I found out you were muggleborn - not mudblood, see? - I had to hide my feelings. My father would've skinned me alive if he ever found out I was lusting after you."
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"I always tried to look after you though. You never knew, but I was there."
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"When I found out you had been petrified in second year, I was furious. I ran straight to the infirmary and held your hand until Pothead and Weasel came. Then I had to cast a disillusionment charm and disappear before they got suspicious."
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"Every time something happened to you, I tried to help. Behind the scenes, you know? Sometimes I actually managed. Gave one of you the hint you needed to find your way. Potter usually got there first, though."
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"I lied twice, actually."
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"I said I didn't love you."
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"You sounded relieved when I said so, though."
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"Was that real? Did you truly not want me to love you?"
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"Or were you covering up?"
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"Do you love me too, Hermione?"
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"Never mind. I'll ask when you wake up."
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"Or not. I'm a bit of a coward like that."
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"Well, I think it's time to unlock the cupboard. You'd kill me if you knew I never really cast that spell…
Alohamora!"
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"AHHH! MY EYES!"
"What? What the Hell, Draco?"
"THE LIGHT! IT BURNS!"
"Draco?"
"I CAN'T SEE!"
"Draco? What's going on? What's with all the yelling?"
"I'll explain if you just give me a second to regain my sight…"
"Oh! The door's open!"
"Well observed."
"Does this mean we have to leave, now?"
"I think so."
"That's a shame. Come on; let's get up."
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"That means you have to let go of my waist."
"No. I shan't."
"Draco..."
"Don't want to."
"You are so stubborn."
"And you are so ticklish."
"GAH! Unfair, unfair!"
"You're loving it."
"Clearly."
"You are loving the feel of my hands running all over your hot, tiny little body."
"Well they're not so much running as - oh. Now their running."
"Still want to get up?"
"Nuh-uh."
"Tough luck."
"Wait, what?"
"We have Potions now."
"Oh, shoot!"
"Come on, beautiful. Up you get."
"Draco?"
"Hmm?"
"You're holding my hand."
"I noticed."
"I never thought you would."
"You're stuck with me, it seems. You're never going to get to leave."
"Never? Promise?"
"Swear on my life."
"Oh, Draco!"
"You do that one more time and you will find yourself up against a wall."
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"Good girl."
"Oh Dra-mphhh."
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"Ooh, look - a cupboard."
"No, Draco!"
"Whaaattt?"
"Potions?"
"Damn my stupid Godfather."
"There's no need to curse him, Draco. I know you love him."
"I don't love anyone."
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"Really?"
"Y-yes."
"Nobody at all?"
"N-no."
"Not even- never mind."
"Not even who, Hermione?"
"It doesn't matter, Draco. Let's get to Potions - we're late enough already."
"Fine. I'll let you go on one condition."
"I kiss you?"
"Make that two, then."
"Oh? What's the other one?"
"I sit next to you in Potions."
"As long as there's a free desk, okay."
"Every Potions lesson from this day forward."
"What about Ron and Harry?"
"Do you want me to let you go or not?"
"That's a good question."
"Every Potions lesson from this day forward."
"I don't know, Draco - they need me to fix their screw ups."
"Let Snape eat them. Dungeon bats get hungry too, you know."
"That's not funny!"
"Then why are you laughing?"
"Okay. Maybe it is a little."
"Will you sit next to me, or won't you?"
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"If you don't answer me soon, I'm going to extend it to DADA, too."
"... I wouldn't mind that."
"Seriously?"
"Seriously."
"You can't take that back now. From this day on, you are obligated to sit beside me in every Potions and DADA lesson."
"That's okay."
"Good. You never had much choice anyway."
"I guessed. Can we go now?"
"Not until you give me my kiss."
"If I must."
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"Wow. That was definately the best so far."
"Agreed. To Potions?"
"To Potions!"
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"What's our excuse?"
"What do you mean?"
"For being late. What should we tell him?"
"Am I allowed to flaunt you as my girlfriend?"
"Certainly not to teachers!"
"Not even to this one? I mean he'll find out sooner or later, anyway."
"Fine; but only if it comes down to it."
"Then I'll simply throw open the door, kiss you in the doorway until everyone is looking, raise our hands and say we found ourselves in a compromising situation."
"In a cupboard?"
"I might leave that bit out."
"Good plan. He'd have them all destroyed."
"Then Filch would not be a very happy squib."
"Well, here we are. Now what was the first stage of your plan?"
"Throwing open the door, I believe."
"And next was-mpphh!"
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"And then... Sorry, sir, we found ourselves in a compromising situation."
"There isn't a free desk. I'll have to sit with Neville, I-"
"You. Gryffindork. Move."
"Draco, that was cruel."
"Look, Hermione, a conveniently free desk!"
"How coincidental."
"Indeed."