Oh, and, I'm going to go on as if the STUPID sixth book never came out.
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secretspells311-ok, I know that, but for the purpose of my story, I'm pretending he didn't:-p
felicity-is that book called 'Perfect Stranger' or something? With Pinky and Blue? Cause yeah, I read that. I read it--after I started this series! (I've been writing this for a while)
DracoNmione-haha, sorry! I would e-mail you all, but your e-mails don't show up on my Review section! and I'm not much of a fluff person either. I just was having writers block, and fluff is really easy to write!
Anwen-that's sweet of you to say, it really is! But I think I definitely was having writers block. And am still suffering from some of the symptoms in this one!
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Dusty Brown-thanks! I wonder. You're right. Probably nothing big, though, because this concerns their characters more than it does them. It's JKR you'd have to worry about:-p
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Hermione snuck back into her Dormitory around 11 PM. She looked around. Thankfully, the other girl's curtains were closed. Hermione tiptoed to her bed and pulled the curtains back.
"Aaah!" she whispered, jumping back. "Paige, what are you doing in my bed!"
"Boo," Paige said. "More like, what is your bed doing empty at 11 o'clock at night?"
"N-nothing!" Hermione stammered too quickly. Paige narrowed her eyes.
"You were doing something."
"Nothing interesting!"
"Don't know why you feel like you gotta lie to me. Guess it's cause I'm so dishonest, huh?" Paige snarled, getting up and going back to her bed.
'I swear, sometimes that girl acts like a Slytherin!'
Draco swaggered into his dorm at about 11:30 PM. He smirked when he saw that Sam and Blaise were still awake to witness his late entrance.
"Where were you, man?" asked Sam, knowing full well what he had been doing. Just not who with.
"Ahhh, wouldn't you like to know..." he said, slurring his words on purpose. Why not? He was good at it.
Blaise snorted. "You went out and got drunk with some chick. Like we couldn't have figured that out. Seeing as its what you do, oh, every weekend?" he knocked back a gulp of the firewhiskey he and Sam had been sharing and smiled.
"Gimme gimme," Draco said, holding his hands out. He grabbed the bottle from Blaise and took a swig.
"So, who's the lucky lady?" Blaise asked, grabbing his booze back.
"Oh, you know, this or that one. An old friend of mine, if you catch my drift? She's sure changed a lot, though!" he said, smirking maliciously at Sam.
"ASSHOLE!" Sam said, diving for his wand. "I'VE STILL GOT THAT RECORDER, YOU DICK!"
Crabbe grunted and Goyle rolled over restlessly. Sam stopped yelling.
"You fucking assmunch. I knew you were evil, but this? Not cool, dude!" he said angrily, brandishing his wand and trying to come up with an appropriate curse through the drunked stupor that was finally starting to settle in.
"Ahhh, calm down, mate. God, you and your Yank slang. 'Dude'." Draco said, grabbing the bottle back from Blaise and taking a swig. "I didn't do Paige. But the one for tonight gets to remain anonymous."
Sam looked at him, his eyes glinting with a little bit of what one might percieve as thought or recognition. Draco immediately remembered the sleep-talking Sam had recorded of his.
'No, you're paranoid. It's the firewhiskey.'
Draco rolled onto his bed and lay back on his pillows. "G'night," he mumbled to his friends, and fell asleep immediately.
The next day Hermione awoke to find Paige asleep (as usual). And crookshanks, creeping in for the attack (as usual). And Parvati and Lavender gossiping (as usual). But what was not usual was the fact that they were staring at her as they were gossiping. And she could've sworn she heard them whisper her name.
"Morning, Parvati, Lavender," Hermione said someone stiffly.
Parvati whispered something in Lavenders ear and she giggled.
"Morning! My, looking a bit-err-tired this morning, 'Mione?" Lavender said with an 'oh-so-innocent' look on her face.
Parvati wore the same expression. "Yeah, you are, 'Mione! Get in a bit...late last night?"
Hermione eyed them suspiciously. "I had-errrrrm-patrol. Yeah. So, yes, I am tired."
They giggled and left the corridor, eyeing her all the way to the door.
Hermione rolled her eyes and sat back, watching her cat about to attack her best friend.
'3...2...1...BLAST OFF!'
Hermione shoved her fingers into her ears right on time, barely managing to save them from Paige's bloodcurdling scream of, "BLOODY CAT!"
"PEICEOFSHITMOTHERFUCKER! IHATEYOU! DIE! FUCKINGBITCHASSDICKSHITEATAFATDICKIHATEYOUDIE!"
Predictable.
"Paige, your vocabulary seems to get larger every day," Hermione said laughingly. Paige punted Crookshanks across the room at Hermione and glared.
"So, you gonna tell me where you went last night, or am I gonna have to whip out the Veritaserum?" she grumbled, rubbing her eyes.
"...partolling?" Hermione avoided her friends eyes. Paige could always get anything out of her.
"Ah, c'mon. I'm not Parvati or Lav. I'm, y'know, not mentally retarded," Paige said, rolling hey eyes. "I could never have expected it out of you, but I have a feeling you were with someone. A guy someone, perhaps?"
"Paige, you--"
"I know, I know. I thoroughly suck, I have the most horrid habit of manipulating people into telling me whatever I want to know, I should have been in Slytherin, blah, blah, blah. Heard it a million times, 'Mi. Now dish," Paige said.
Hermione huffed, but grudgingly told her friend all that had happened yesterday.
"Holy fuck," Paige said. "Maybe I fucked up..."
"Huh? What did you do?" the girl asked puzzledly.
"Oh. Well, the reason me and Malfoy aren't friends anymore is because-well, I told him when we were eleven that it wouldn't last when we came to Hogwarts. Because he was--um, I said he was incapable of feeling..."
"Why did you say that?" Hermione looked confused. "I thought you guys were best friends."
"Well, we were. But he was pretty unfeeling, at least at the time. If it wasn't easy, he dismissed it. It didn't matter whether it was his mother or his pet or his shirt. I didn't want to be dismissed."
"So you dismissed him? Not hypocritical at all."
"Shut up! I was eleven!" the Metamorphagus said angrily. "And it's not like I haven't wanted to go talk to him a bunch of times, or rather, every time I see him! But I don't because it would hurt you guys!"
Obviously, Hermione had touched a nerve. She didn't pursue the subject.
"What do you want to do today?" the prefect asked her friend. Paige, who had been rummaging in her trunk, pulled out her Quidditch robes.
"I'm gonna go fly a little bit. See you."
After Paige walked out the door, Hermione realized she hadn't yet asked her to keep this quiet.
Draco rolled out of bed around 9:30. He glanced at Sam's and Blaise's beds. Both asleep. Draco crept over to Sam's trunk and rummaged around in it.
"A-ha!" he whispered triumphantly, pulling the tape-recorder out of a pair of socks. He popped it open and pulled out the tape, before turning back around. He pulled on his Quidditch robes quickly, grabbed his broom, and ran out to the Quidditch pitch.
The first thing he did after kicking off was put on a burst of speed toward the lake. Once successfully too far out for anyone to swim--not that they would, this was just a precaution--he launched the tape towards the water. The faist splash! gave him immense relief. He zoomed back toward the pitch, only to see in had been occupied.
And then, realizing it a second too late to avoid her, his ex-best-friend was flying towards him. She stopped about three feet off to the side of him. She leaned back to she was resting leisurely on her broom, looking at him.
"Hey," she said quietly.
"If you're trying to seduce me, Reynolds, it's a bit too late. I'm rather taken," he said teasingly.
She snorted.
"Oh, yes, Malfoy, I can no longer resist your ever-present smirk and blindingly blonde hair. Y'know, I was always into that incest thing, too," she said.
"I'm touched. You still think of me as your brother?"
"How could I not?"
"How could you tell me I was unfeeling?"
Paige was silent. She bit her lip. In all five-and-a-quarter years of school together, they had avoided this subject.
"I...I don't know...I thought it was true?" she said quietly. "Is it, anymore?"
"It never was."
"Oh, Draco. I'm...I'm sorry...I just...I was scared. I was scared you would dismiss me, like you did everything else..."
"What did I ever do to show you that you were on the same level in my life as everyone--anyone--else?" the blonde said, his ever-present smirk gone.
"You...nothing. Never. I was eleven, and stupid. I'm sorry."
"You were never stupid."
"Are we...friends now?" the Slytherin asked quietly.
"Can we be?"
Draco nodded solemnly.
Suddenly, smirk back in place, he grabbed her hand and pulled her off her broom and to him, hugging her tightly.
"AAAAH! IM GONNA FALL!" she yelled, swinging her leg over his broom.
"I'm glad we're friends again, Paigey..."
"Me too..."