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Chapter 8 For The Fist Time
Hermione was speeding through the corridors back to the Gryffindor common room. She had picked everything p and gotten out of the library as fast as she possibly could. What if someone had seen her? Locking lips with the prat Draco Malfoy?
Hermione shuddered and rounded a corner nearly colliding with a suit of armor. Draco had kissed her not her him. But... she had. enjoyed it. Hermione let out a scream of fury at the thought and picked up her pace. Maybe she should tell someone... Maybe it would seem better then. NO! She thought. This was a mistake. Hermione Granger and. Draco Malfoy..
Hermione reached the portrait of the fat lady. "Cabbage Stew!" Hermione said not waiting for the fat lady to ask. The portrait swung open and Hermione climbed through. She was face to face with Harry.
"Harry, where are you going?" Hermione asked as she moved around him and stood up inside the Gryffindor common room.
Harry immediately stuck his hands in his pockets and looked at the ground. "Umm. the library. extra credit." Harry mumbled looking slightly guilty.
"Oh, Okay." Hermione said carelessly as she passed Harry and ascended up the stone steps to her room. She didn't have time to worry about Harry; she had harder things to work out in her mind.
Maggie was nowhere to be found, but Hermione was thankful for the privacy. She threw her self unto her bed and pounded her fist on her pillows. What am I going to do? She thought as she pulled her comforter over her head as if to shield herself from the outside world. I'm going to have to work with him Wednesday, the day after tomorrow.
Hermione pulled the comforter back from over her head and she stared at the ceiling. I'm going to act like nothing happened. she thought. Nothing happened she reassured herself. Hermione glanced at her clock. It was half past eight. She sat up and suddenly felt better.

Hermione thought nothing of Draco the rest of the night and fell asleep happily thinking about how much extra credit she would get for her Witch burning essay she had written.
Hermione awoke the next morning early and dressed in her Dark purple robes instead of her plain black for a nice change. Hermione was putting in a diamond stud earring when Maggie sat up.\
Her hair was tousled and her comforter was a tangle of fabric around her body.
"What time is it?" She asked sleepily while she rubbed her head.
"Its quarter till eight." Hermione said as she put her other earring in. "You'll have to hurry. Maggie groaned and flopped back down on her bed. "Why didn't you wake me?" "I fell asleep before you came to bed." Hermione said while Maggie rolled from the bed unto the floor still in her mess of blankets. "I figured you needed the rest. Where were you so late?" Hermoine asked as she walked to the bathroom to retrieve her hairbrush. Maggie was silent for a while. "Just looking around." She finally answered. "Everything's so new to me." Hermione smiled as Maggie finally shed her blankets and looked at her self. "Should I wear my black school robes (Boring) or my navy blue ones? I also have dark green 'Sage' I think is what they call it." Maggie asked surveying herself in her body length mirror.
Hermione turned to look at her and put a finger up to her chin. "I think you should go with the 'Sage'."
Maggie nodded. "You're right!"
Maggie flicked her wrists at the sides of her body and a silvery blue mist shoot from the palms of her hands. Her pink pajamas were replaced by deep green robes. She looked at her hair and sighed. "Never cooperates." She said knowingly, but with a flick of her wrists her hair was tamed into a loose braid that fell along her back. She turned to find Hermione gapping at her.
"What?" Maggie asked clearly alarmed.
Hermione closed her mouth. "Don't you need a wand?"
Maggie chuckled. "No. I'm pretty well equipped." She said holding up her hand and pointing at it with her other. Hermione smiled and ran her brush through her hair.
Maggie flicked her wrist at the pile of blankets on the floor and they flew neatly onto the bed. With another flick at her pillows, which were lying at odd angles across her bed, her bed was neatly made.
"Maggie," Hermione asked setting down her brush on her dresser. "Can you make mine too?"

Hermione had a good day. Herbology had been alright, no surprise projects, Potions had been bearable, the double history of magic was not abnormally boring, but best of all it had been a Draco-free day.
Ron was in the common room playing chess with Neville, and Maggie had retired early for the night. Hermione didn't know where Harry was, but it didn't seem to matter.
Hermione was free from any homework and wasn't quite tired yet so she had decided to take a walk outside. They sun had was lingering above the horizon and they sky shown gold, red, and orange. Hermione stuck her hands in her pockets as she felt the crisp September breeze.
She made her way around the lake and stopped underneath the giant oak tree. It was relaxing listening to the leaves crunch under her feet and the small lake waves lap against the bank. Hermione watched the sun slowly make its way closer to the Horizon.
She heard leaves crunch underneath someone's weight behind her. She reluctantly moved her gaze from the sunset to the person behind her.
It was Draco. She sighed and turned back around. "What do you want Malfoy?" Hermione asked as coldly as she could possibly manage.
Draco walked up beside her and surveyed the sunset. "What makes you think I want something, Granger?" He asked not looking at her.
Hermione glances up at him. "It's just odd."
Draco looked at her. "What is?"
"Just you." Hermione smiled at him.
"What's so odd?" said Draco turning to face her.
Hermione looked at the sunset once again. Half the sun had disappeared underneath the Horizon.
"I don't know. Just that, I don't hate you for the first time in my life." Hermione said pleased with herself. She didn't hate Draco it was a lovely feeling, but she avoided his gaze afraid of what he would say next.
He was silent for quite sometime. "Is it that hard?" Hermione turned to face him and looked into his eyes. The sun had just slipped below the Horizon, but the sky was still illuminated by the sun's glow.
"What do you think, preppy?" Draco smiled slightly at her comment and stared at Hermione.
The sky soon lost its glow and the wind began to pick up. "I have to go." Hermione said gazing at Draco. "See you tomorrow then."
Draco nodded and leaned against the tree. Hermione walked briskly to the steps ands turned to look under the great oak tree where Draco was standing. She sighed and continued to walk up the steps and into the hall. Hermione was deep in thought about her conversation with Draco she almost didn't notice Maggie walking out of the library door. Hermione stopped. "What are you doing here? I thought you had gone to bed?"
Maggie looked at Hermione with surprise and looked around frantically. "I... forgot my notebook." She said beginning to walk towards the common room. Hermione stared at her suspiciously, but shrugged and started after