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Terribly long time since I last updated, I know. But here I am. So I hope you like this chapter as well.
I have decided to try something new. I will write this story in first person, one chapter belonging to Draco, and one to Hermione. I will also try to make the chapters longer, but I will not promise anything, for I have to see how this works out. Tell me what you think alright.
Chapter 7 "Just another day"
Draco –
I did not understand that girl. Not at all. By the end of the day, the only explanation I had was that since she was a girl, I was bound, by default, to not understand how her mind worked at all.
However, I do have quite an experience with girls, and I have to say I had never encountered a girl like Mia Adams. The closest thing that I have seen to her would be the mudblood from Gryffindor. But even she seemed way different than her.
It was as if this girl was bipolar. Yeah, maybe that was it. Or perhaps it was that time of the month for her during her first week here, because the stuck-up, bitchy and just all round Slytherin model of a girl was now nowhere to be found.
It made me wonder why she had not been sorted into Gryffindor.
The only thing that was left for me to see would be for her to skip down the hall with a red robe and a basket, throwing flower petals along her way. And in honest truth, it would not have surprised me.
Mia G. Adams was freaking the bloody hell out of me. It was a total change.
It had been one week since her first day here at Hogwarts. The first days had been horrible. I could not stop fighting with her, and in honest truth, I did not know why she made me want to waste my breath in insulting her.
I mean, I did insult about every other person that was either not in my house, or just not my friend, which pretty much included everyone in this castle. And yet I had much more respect for my house mates. But come on, every other person was just begging for an insult. It just came so easily.
But I did not know what made me hate this girl so much. It confused me to no end, and I hated to be confused.
But what confused me the most was the sudden change. One night we were fighting about who got to either write on our report, who got to pour what ingredients into our potions (I have to admit we did argue about a lot of childish stuff.) and the next day, the girl is smiling at me as if we were best friends.
I wondered if she had hit her head somewhere.
I sighed as I resumed my Potions homework, trying to push aside any thoughts about Adams. I was seating on my favorite chair, which now had my name on it, in case some one like Mia tried to take it again. I have to admit I did step down from my place when I responded in such a childish way when I wrote my name on the chair. But for Merlin's sake, the girl was just annoying the hell out of me. And- oh god, here I go again, thinking about her.
Damn that girl. I sighed again, leaning my head back on the chair and closing my eyes. I set the rather heavy book on my lap and placed my index fingers on my temples, slowly massaging them. The cold of my hands helped. I always found it weird how my hands seemed to always be cold, no matter how warm the temperature. They weren't a freezing like ice cold, but just a cool that was neither uncomfortable nor was it, well, warm.
I was just beginning to fall asleep when I heard a sudden giggle from the entrance. I slowly opened my eyes, ready to yell at anyone who dared to interrupt my silent moment. I mean, every other person was supposed to be at dinner, enjoying their weekend.
But when I saw Adams and Quills walking through the door, his hand positioned on the small of her back as if to guide her, I got this weird feeling on my stomach. I have no idea of what it was, but I knew one thing. I didn't like it. That confused me even more.
When Adams saw me, she stopped short, causing for Quills to bump into her.
"Oh," Adams said, staring at me.
From behind her, Quills smirked at me. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at him. So instead I focused my eyes on Mia. I nodded in greeting, which she did not respond to. How rude.
"I though you would be at dinner, Malfoy," Quills said to me.
I turned to look at him. "Is that where you two came from?"
To my utter amazement, Mia began to blush. I looked at her, and when my eyes met hers, she looked away. I had a bad feeling about this.
"No," Quills answered a second later.
I raised my eyebrow at him. He continued to stare at me. It was a game. I would not ask where they had been, even if I was truly dying to know, which surprised me. But Jason here was not going to tell me either. After a few seconds of awkward silence, Mia seemed to notice where Quills' hand was resting, for she stepped slowly to her side, causing for his hand to slip and drop back at his side. He looked at her back, a confused expression on his face, but Mia did not turn to him. Instead she cleared her throat, and without a glance in my direction, she began to walk towards the staircase. Once she got there, she turned to Quills, careful not to gaze at me. I smirked.
"I'll see you tomorrow. Thanks for tonight, Jason." She said.
"No problem, Mia. We should do it again some time."
"Of course," she answered before she turned and walked up the stairs.
By this time, my smirk had vanished. I held up my book again, but I was no longer reading. I was just staring at the middle of the page. My eyes refused to move to follow each of the letters to later form words, not that my brain would have registered them either way.
Quills did not say anything to me at all. He and I used to be friends. But that was long time ago. To begin with, Slytherins don't have friends; don't get me wrong, we don't go around not socializing with anyone. But since our young years, we are taught to not trust anyone but yourself. I had made the mistake to trust Quills. To tell you the truth, it hadn't even been that big of a deal. But it all starts like that, you let someone of the hook, and despite their promise that it will never happen again, it does happen, and sometimes its even worse. So I cut everything off with Quills. I do have a reputation of course.
Now we acted civil towards each other. In other words, the only things we said to one another were not personal at all, and each word was carried with coldness, blunt and just plain uncaring. We had agreed to go on like that. Quills knew better than to cross me. Anyone knew that. I was Draco Malfoy, Prince of Slytherin. And I was going to make sure that my title stayed, and that everyone knew it, including that new girl.
But that's getting a bit off topic. As I was saying, Quills just started walking towards the staircase himself, glancing at me slightly from the corner of his eye. He too climbed the stairs, but he turned to the boys' dorms.
I shook my head slightly, thinking of the big mistake that Adams girl was making, an continued to read my book.
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"Draco. Hey Draco, wake up."
I opened my eyes slightly to find Pansy and Blaise towering over me. I realized I was still on the same chair; the book I had been reading was now on the floor by my feet, opened but facing down, a sure sign that I had dropped it. I had fallen asleep reading.
"What time is it?" I asked as I straightened up a bit. I saw that there were several people scattered around the large room.
"About to be nine." Blaise answered.
"Oh baby, did you fall asleep doing your homework? It's ok; we can both do it together now!" Pansy said as she sat on the arm of the chair.
Blaise smirked at me as I turned to look at Pansy. I gave her a look of disgust, which of course, the girl totally ignored, and continued to tell me about what had happened at dinner.
I stared at her for a couple more seconds. "Pansy, do you mind. I need to talk to Zabini here for a second."
Pansy looked disappointed that I was telling her to get lost. She pouted, but still got up from the chair and started to lean towards me. I soon realized she was trying to kiss me. I'm telling you, the girl can't take a hint. However, I did not pull away, since I had no time nor the energy to hear her complains about my lack of interest, and blah, blah, blah. She gave me a quick kiss before running along to her group a friends, which consisted of loud, bitchy and annoying girls.
"Didn't you break things off with Parkinson two years ago?" Zabini asked as we started to walk towards our dorm.
"I did," I answered.
"Then why is she all over you?"
I shrugged. "Girls want me, Zabini. I can't help it."
Zabini laughed and punched me lightly on my arm. If I didn't have friends, Zabini was sure as hell the closest thing to it. "Same old Malfoy, huh? So who is your conquest this year?"
I sat on my bed and kicked my shoes off. I smirked at Zabini. "You know, kid. There are a lot more things to life than just girls."
Zabini arched an eyebrow. Ah, the things he learns from me. "Really, Malfoy. Like what?"
"Like passing all your classes, the exams and deciding what you will do with your life, why are you looking at me like that?" I stopped and asked.
"You are so full of it, Malfoy."
I laughed as I began to unbutton my shirt. "I know, I know. I can have all the girls I want, talk to them, kiss them, sleep with them and still be able to pass my classes. I'm that amazing."
"Oh shut it, Malfoy. Because I'm pretty sure there is a girl here that would never go out with you."
"Who, McGonagall?"
"I said girl, not old bat."
I laughed again. "Then, who?'
"None other than Mia Adams."
I stopped putting my books into my backpack and stared at him. "And why not?"
He shrugged as he took some books from his trunk. "I think Quills already swept her off her feet."
I laughed and he turned to look at me. "What?" he asked.
"When has it stopped me to make a pass at a girl even if she is taken?" I asked. "Besides," I continued before he could answer. "Wait about three more days, just enough time for Adams to speak to other girls about Quills asking her out, and she will hit land rather hard."
Zabini didn't answer me. I looked over at him to find him reading the Prophet. I grabbed a pillow from my bed and threw it at him.
"Hey!" he yelled.
"Pay attention to me when I'm talking."
"Merlin, Malfoy. Who died and made you god?" he asked as he attempted to hit me with the pillow. Needless to say, his attempt was rather lame. He missed me by about two feet.
"I was born god, you idiot. Besides, if you start a conversation, you have to finish it." I said as I snatched the pillow off the floor, dusting it before placing it back on my bed.
I looked over at him to find him once again, engrossed in whatever he was reading. I did not like to be dismissed like that. Who died and made him important. Psht.
"Zabini!" I yelled.
He looked up.
"What?"
"Oh, nothing. I just wanted to ask which do you prefer, pink or hot pink?"
He stared at me. "What?" he asked again. "Why do you ask?"
I rolled my eyes at him.
"Malfoy, did you hit your head or something?"
"Never mind, Zabini. What are you reading that seems to be much more interesting and important than listening to my oh-so wonderful voice?"
He gave me a look of pure disgust. "Anything would be." He answered. "Including listening to Pansy talk about her shoe collection."
I arched an eyebrow.
"Okay, maybe not." he amended.
I chuckled. "What are you reading?" I asked again.
He shrugged. "You know how there is a muggleborn murderer on the loose?"
I nodded my head yes.
"Well, it seems that the ministry says that that's who killed the Granger girl. But there is some person that claims that Granger could not have been murdered by him because another victim was killed around the same time, and that apparently, Granger's death was not similar to other ones."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, they don't give details here. But it seems that when the killer murdered his victims, he left something to show who had done it. And when Granger was found, that object or whatever it is that the killer leaves, was not found. Get it?"
"So then who killed Granger?" I asked.
"That is the mystery, my dear friend." Zabini sighed as he flipped the pages until he reached the comics page.
I sat on my bed again, resting my back against the pillows. I thought about Granger, and well, just about her life here. It still stung me to think about how life could end so quickly. I could care less, about her death I mean. The world was better off without mudbloods. And yet I felt empty. It must have been truly bad for the people that were close to her. I thought about that for a few minutes, until I realized what I was thinking. I shook my head to get rid of those senseless thoughts.
"Hey Malfoy?" Zabini called.
"Yeah?" I said, glancing at him.
"Do you realize that if Granger was still here, there would be two girls in Hogwarts who would not go out with you?"
I thought about that for a second. Indeed, Zabini was correct. I turned to him and smirked. "Still don't think I can get Adams."
Zabini smiled. "Nope. Seems rather hard, considering that her first day here you did hit on her and totally ignored you."
"Well. I do enjoy a challenge." I said, choosing to not pay attention to the second part of his comment.
Zabini laughed. "I was hoping you would say that.'
"Oh?"
"Prove it, Malfoy. Make the Adams girl yours."
I smiled with confidence, lacing my fingers behind my head, resting it on my hands. "My pleasure, Zabini." I answered at last.
Zabini laughed. "There's the Malfoy I was looking for."
I smirked lazily at him. However, I tried not to dwell on the fact that to be able to make Adams fall for me, I had to first get along with her.
What the bloody hell had I gotten into.
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