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Disclaimer: Ok, I'll make this sweet and simple and to the point.I do not own any of these familiar characters that we all love (if you don't love 'em or at least love to hate 'em, what are you doing reading this??) although I'd love to own at least one of these characters.**suggestive grin** Once again; I do not own any of these characters, they belong to JKR. Please don't sue me.
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Harry grabbed the back of Malfoy's robes and used his grip to swing him around to face him. Something in Malfoy's face made Harry dropped his hands and back up a step. Seizing his chance, Malfoy spun on his heel. Harry blinked once before running after him. Somehow Harry managed to trip over his own feet and land flat on top of Malfoy himself.
"Geoff me, Potter!" Malfoy shoved Harry off and glared at the students who stared at them. He then turned his scowl back to Harry. He began to straiten his clothes and hair, all the while glaring at Harry, who still sitting in the grass. "Well, what is it, Potter? I assume you chased me down for a reason?" At last, growling, he reached down and grabbed Harry's collar to haul him to his feet. Sighing in frustration, Malfoy raked his hands through his hair, forgetting he had just tidied it. "Come on, Potter, and spit it out!"
By now this odd pair where getting quite a few odd looks. Harry blushed slightly. "Not here, Malfoy. Let's go somewhere else." Malfoy smirked. "You want to spend some private time with me, do you, Potter?" When Harry's blush deepened, Malfoy smirk widened. "As flattering as that is, Potter, you're not my type."
Harry's face was now bright red, more from anger then embarrassment. "I just want to talk-"
"That's what they all say."
"Shut up, Malfoy." Harry took a deep breath. "I just want to talk. It's about Hermione-"
Malfoy cut in sharply. "If you're here to talk to me about Granger, can it. If Hermione wants to talk to me, then she can. But I wont talk to you, or to Weasley, or to any one else. Just Hermione." With that, Malfoy walked briskly off to Hagrids' hut.
Harry just stood there in shock, oblivious to the stares around him. Did Malfoy just agree willingly talk to Hermione? Without referring to her as a Dirty Mudblood? And the go off to visit Hagrid?
Harry shook his head before making his way to the castle. This was horribly uneventful. Instead of getting answers, he was granted with even more question! And now he had to go to Divination!
Harry was completely absorbed in his own thoughts, so it's no wonder he didn't notice Ron slip past him into the shadows.
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With a lot of pleading on Hermione's part, she was allowed to stay for the rest of class instead of being sent to the Hospital Wing. Having felt she spent too much time there for one year, Hermione claimed a it was just a dizzy spell. Which was an obvious lie, for according to Hannah Hermione had fallen out of her chair with a yelp and then had lied there for quiet some time.
But the Professor just muttered and went on with his teachings. Hermione tried to keep her thoughts on the subject, but it was difficult with her unsettling dream and all the strange looks she was getting. Besides this was Muggle Studies! She lived with Muggles! Sighing softly, she allowed her mind to wonder towards her dream. Hermione could no longer deny that these weren't just dreams. But she had no clues whatsoever that could help her figure it out.
Hermione looked up to find the Professor glaring at her and the class empty. Gathering her belongings quickly, she ran from the room before he could say anything to her. Pushing her hair behind her ears, Hermione raced off to find Harry.
Disclaimer: Ok, I'll make this sweet and simple and to the point.I do not own any of these familiar characters that we all love (if you don't love 'em or at least love to hate 'em, what are you doing reading this??) although I'd love to own at least one of these characters.**suggestive grin** Once again; I do not own any of these characters, they belong to JKR. Please don't sue me.
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Harry grabbed the back of Malfoy's robes and used his grip to swing him around to face him. Something in Malfoy's face made Harry dropped his hands and back up a step. Seizing his chance, Malfoy spun on his heel. Harry blinked once before running after him. Somehow Harry managed to trip over his own feet and land flat on top of Malfoy himself.
"Geoff me, Potter!" Malfoy shoved Harry off and glared at the students who stared at them. He then turned his scowl back to Harry. He began to straiten his clothes and hair, all the while glaring at Harry, who still sitting in the grass. "Well, what is it, Potter? I assume you chased me down for a reason?" At last, growling, he reached down and grabbed Harry's collar to haul him to his feet. Sighing in frustration, Malfoy raked his hands through his hair, forgetting he had just tidied it. "Come on, Potter, and spit it out!"
By now this odd pair where getting quite a few odd looks. Harry blushed slightly. "Not here, Malfoy. Let's go somewhere else." Malfoy smirked. "You want to spend some private time with me, do you, Potter?" When Harry's blush deepened, Malfoy smirk widened. "As flattering as that is, Potter, you're not my type."
Harry's face was now bright red, more from anger then embarrassment. "I just want to talk-"
"That's what they all say."
"Shut up, Malfoy." Harry took a deep breath. "I just want to talk. It's about Hermione-"
Malfoy cut in sharply. "If you're here to talk to me about Granger, can it. If Hermione wants to talk to me, then she can. But I wont talk to you, or to Weasley, or to any one else. Just Hermione." With that, Malfoy walked briskly off to Hagrids' hut.
Harry just stood there in shock, oblivious to the stares around him. Did Malfoy just agree willingly talk to Hermione? Without referring to her as a Dirty Mudblood? And the go off to visit Hagrid?
Harry shook his head before making his way to the castle. This was horribly uneventful. Instead of getting answers, he was granted with even more question! And now he had to go to Divination!
Harry was completely absorbed in his own thoughts, so it's no wonder he didn't notice Ron slip past him into the shadows.
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With a lot of pleading on Hermione's part, she was allowed to stay for the rest of class instead of being sent to the Hospital Wing. Having felt she spent too much time there for one year, Hermione claimed a it was just a dizzy spell. Which was an obvious lie, for according to Hannah Hermione had fallen out of her chair with a yelp and then had lied there for quiet some time.
But the Professor just muttered and went on with his teachings. Hermione tried to keep her thoughts on the subject, but it was difficult with her unsettling dream and all the strange looks she was getting. Besides this was Muggle Studies! She lived with Muggles! Sighing softly, she allowed her mind to wonder towards her dream. Hermione could no longer deny that these weren't just dreams. But she had no clues whatsoever that could help her figure it out.
Hermione looked up to find the Professor glaring at her and the class empty. Gathering her belongings quickly, she ran from the room before he could say anything to her. Pushing her hair behind her ears, Hermione raced off to find Harry.
