Chapter Four
Hermione groggily got up, and a pang of realization hit her. At first, she it was that she was almost late for breakfast, and that helping Ron late last night had gotten her really moody. But another pang of realization hit her. It was House Unity Day, and if she didn't get going, she would miss the groupings Dumbledore would be assigning!
Draco rubbed his temples, and sleepily layed his head on the table. Last night, he couldn't get enough sleep, since Astoria Greengrass sneaked into his dormitory, begging him to "take her." Of course, he had refused. He didn't even have any feelings towards her whatsoever. She kept begging him, until Blaise, madly got up, and hissed at her to get out, or he would kick her to the next generation.
"Hey Draco, are you alright, mate?" Blaise asked, concerned.
"Does it look like I am alright to you, Blaise?" Draco snapped.
"No, I guess not," Blaise said, smirking before telling Daphne Greengrass off. She was throwing herself all over him, like the way Pansy used to do.
Draco glanced around the Great Hall, and noticed that everyone was there. Except for Hermione Granger. She wasn't usually late. Maybe she was having a bit fun with the Weasley yesterday. For some reason, a jealousy feeling rose into him. Why would he feel that way towards the mudblood? He groaned, and brushed it away.
Then just as Dumbledore was about to rise, Hermione pushed the Great Hall doors open, and saw everyone's head snap towards her. Everyone was quiet, watching her every single move.
Hermione glanced around, and blushed deeply, before walking faster towards her place between Harry and Ginny.
Draco smirked, and looked up at Dumbledore, who stood up, and was quietly waiting for everyone's attention back on him, which didn't take long.
"Good morning, students. Now that we are all here," Dumbledore began, emphasizing the "all," and Hermione blushed deeply again. "I will announce the grouping for everyone. The first I shall call out, I am afraid to say is that, the students who have rivalry to each other the most, will be placed in the same group, therefore they may be civil to each other. The names I will be calling out will go to the Room of Requirements, since they are so... special," Professor Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling. "Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Florelle Lestrange, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, and Pansy Parkinson."
"I knew it," Blaise whispered, grimacing at the pairings. There was a thing being with Saint Potter and Weaselbee, but the Weaslette- Ginny? How could act around her when he knew he was going to act awkward and stupid around her? And there was another thing. Hermione Granger. The bookworm was suspecting something. It was as if she knew he had a secret crush on Ginny. The only thing Blaise had to do was stay away from Ginny, or else he would do something he would regret, like kiss her. His reputation would be wrecked! But was it his reputation he cared about? Or was it, keeping his secret safe? But if he kept his secret safe, he would never be able to actually quench his thirst. Oh Salazar! He sounded like a bloody muggle!
Draco sighed. Great! Now he had to stay around Pothead, Weasel, and the Weaslette! Worst of all, around the bloody know-it-all mudblood! He wanted to bang his head against the table loudly, right then. But he couldn't because eh didn't want to ruin his perfectly flawless skin with a dark blue bruise! That was even worse than spending time with the know-it-all. He narrowed his eyes at Harry and Ron, who were chuckling at him. What? What did he do this time, that made Saint Potter and the blood traitor laugh at him? He glared at them, before clenching his fists, and walking down the Great Hall to the Room of Requirements where he was followed by his fellow Slytherin classmates. He menacingly glared at anyone- Slytherin or not- who dared look at him. Of course, they immediately looked away, not wanting to break the barrier of Draco Malfoy's temper. As everyone knew, he had a very short temper.
"What? We can't possible be with them!" Hermione hissed. She looked at the retreating figures of the Slytherins, before whirling around to look at Harry, Ron, and Ginny.
"What?" Ron asked, grabbing a plate of roast chicken, and shoving it into his mouth.
"Honestly, do you ever stop eating? We're in the middle of a problem right now, and all you can do is shove some roast chicken into your mouth?" Hermione said, glaring at him.
"I'm hungry," Ron said, shrugging.
"You're always hungry!" Ginny hissed, before snatching the plate out of his hands and shoving it to Seamus Finnigan to finish. She narrowed her eyes at Ron, who had opened up his mouth to whine or retort, and he quickly closed it. She rolled her eyes before, walking out of the Great Hall.
"Ronald! Do you have any idea what Ginny is going through? Wait, never mind. You wouldn't want to know anyways!" Hermione said, before following Ginny.
"What did I do?" Ron whispered to Harry.
"I don't know. Girls stuff, get it?" Harry said, holding back a laughter that was threatening to burst out any second. Before he could, erupt he ran out of the Great Hall, quickly.
"Wait up, Harry!" Ron called. He started to run, but not before, grabbing another plate of roast chicken.
"Albus, just what were you thinking putting all eight of them together? Just all eight of them, can cause disaster," Minerva McGonagall said, shaking her head.
"Ah, Minerva but you will see the reason, why I have out them together. After all, they are meant to be together," Albus Dumbledore said, smiling. His eyes were twinkling. But not their always merry and cheerful twinkle. It was mischievous and sly twinkle. Oh, the Sorting Hat had considered to put him in Slytherin. He would have done good in there.
Author's Note: So do you guys like this chapter? I know, not that much of a romance, but it will get there soon! I promise. Please review guys. It means a lot to me if I read you suggestions/feedback. So go ahead, just type int that box, and make someone's day! Next chapter will be out maybe tomorrow. Read and review! :)