Mr Maybe
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Here it is again… Why do I call the 5th October the 'dreaded date' in Mr Maybe? What will happen on that day?
PREVIOUSLY ON MR MAYBE"Maybe you were right."
"I knew it! I knew you liked Harry!"
" I can't tell him. He probably doesn't even like me like that."
"I just wanted to remind you that you and Mr Malfoy will be needing to start organising the Halloween Ball."
"I'll give these to Mc Gonogall tomorrow, 'K?"
"We can always work on it then as well."
CHAPTER EIGHTCOOKIES CAN DO A LOT MORE THAN SATISFY ONE'S APPETITE…
07:41/THURSDAY 15TH SEPTEMBER/ HEADS' QUARTERS/ BATHROOM
NARRATOR P.O.V
Well, here we are. You said you wanted to see the rest of the Heads' pad again and, well, this is it. OK, now let's leave before they-
Oh, God. OK, forget that plan. Someone's coming. Let's just hide in this towel closet and hope they don't open it…
Hermione Granger opens the door from her room and sweeps in, dressed in a to-die-for outfit straight out of the pages of Vogue. Bleached, denim Dolce and Gabbana jeans tucked into black Manolo Blahnik boots, an off-the-shoulder, white Marc Jacobs top and a winter white Gucci beret. She walks over to the white sink and picks up her toothbrush, squeezing some Colgate onto it, and moves it mechanically over her teeth. Every so often, she spits into the sink delicately and inspects the effects of her progress in the large circular mirror above it.
Suddenly, the door from Draco Malfoy's room bangs open and the Head Boy himself struts in, albeit more hurriedly than is usual for him. He turns to one of the two large wicker laundry baskets and starts to rummage through it frantically, chucking clothes onto the white marble bathroom floor. His search, however, turns out to be futile and, after stooping to the floor, scooping up the errant items of clothing and dumping them back in the basket, he turns to the Head Girl in exasperation.
"Have you seen my basketball cap anywhere?" he asks, desperately. Hermione glances up at him. She obviously didn't notice his frantic entrance.
"Uh, no, I haven't." she shakes her wavy, chocolate haired head, apologetically. "But I'll make sure to leave it in your room if I find it."
Draco nods a response before going to stand behind her in order to inspect his handsome reflection. To say that he is only slightly taller than her would be like saying that the Mona Lisa is a mere doodle.
"What lesson do we have first?" Hermione asks, heart thumping at his proximity. She can feel the heat practically radiating off him. He pauses in his efforts to arrange his long side fringe, for a moment.
"Defence Against the Dark Arts, I think," he muses, running a hand through his slightly wavy hair. She nods gratefully, going back to tidying her own locks.
"Oh, and BTW, we have avery short Prefect Meeting at a quarter past one," she gently reminds Draco, looking up at him. He looks down at her and nods before walking away.
"'K. Guess I'll see you there then."
As he walks out of the room, a small smile forms on the beautiful Head Girl's face…
17:23/ THURSDAY 15TH SEPTEMBER/ 1ST FLOOR/ CLASSROOM 11
DRACO P.O.V
OK, this is getting annoying. I mean, since when is the Gryffindor Princess late for anything? And yet here I am sitting alone in the Prefect's Meeting that we were meant to start around ten minutes ago, now. And everyone is starting to look a little bored. And, no, before you ask, I do NOT know how both the remaining members of the Silver and Golden Trios were all made prefects. God knows we created enough havoc just being plain old students. But, hey. I guess if I can be made Head Boy, anything can happen, right?
"OhmiGod, I am so sorry I'm so late. I had to go see Mc Gonogall and I lost track of time." The girl we've all been waiting for bursts into the room, bringing with her a sudden rush of cold air. Well, about bloody time. She anxiously watches me for a reaction as everyone turns to look at her.
"It doesn't matter. We hadn't started anyway. Take a seat." I surprise everyone in the room by airily waving away her worried apologies. All in the vicinity turn to stare at me as if I've suddenly grown an extra head. Hermione simply gazes at me blankly with those honey eyes of hers for a moment, before smiling gratefully. For some reason, I can't help but watch her as she walks over to her seat opposite mine at the other end of the rectangular table. She really does have a beautiful smile.
"This is going to be a very short meeting, only really meant to be more of a notice than anything else," I say, turning to the guys and gals sitting before me." So, let's get started. First things first, the Halloween Ball. We have decided that, rather than having that ridiculous parade of fancy dress as we have done every other bloody year, the ladies will instead wear dresses and the guys, tuxedoes. The theme will be the Forbidden Forest. As that is essentially all you are required to know, neither the Head Girl or myself feel the need to impart any more information on it, seeing as we don't want any details getting leaked. But if you guys have any ideas, you can give them to either Miss Granger or myself. Any questions?" I finish, raising an eyebrow in enquiry. Silence reigns.
"Oh, um, don't forget that Quidditch Season will be starting on the 2nd November. Captains, best start organising practice times with your teams," Hermione reminds them, gently, winding a honey coloured lock around a slender finger. Everyone nods gravely. Here at Hogwarts, depending on your level of popularity, the outcome of a game can either make or break you. It's a good thing I'm so popular that either winning or losing has no effect on me whatsoever, 'cause, by now, with all the times I've lost to Pothead, I would be as well known as Rita Snelling in Hufflepuff. And, yes, I know you don't know who the hell I'm talking about. That is exactly my point.
"That will be all," I say, standing to indicate the end of the meeting. They stand, grabbing bags and books and begin to make their way out. I glance up from stacking together my notes.
" Oh, um, Hermione, could you stay behind, please?" I ask, seeing her walking towards the door. Don't give me that look of surprise. I do know my manners thank you very much, however rarely I may use them in relation to other students and, indeed, the vast majority of the staff population. She looks over at me, startled, but nods. As a result, her two bodyguards, Pothead and the Weasel, make sure to throw me threatening glares on their way out, which I oh-so-happily return.
I make my way over to her as she stands dead still, watching me apprehensively.
"I need you to inform Mc Gonogall that the Ball will be held on the 30th rather than Halloween itself as it's a Saturday and no doubt people will be hung-over the next morning 'cause of all the after-parties," I tell her, while inspecting my notes. She nods, dumping her bag on the wooden table and taking out a quill and some spare parchment and scribbling my words down.
As she does this, my eyes remain glued to her 5"5 form. Honestly, I'm being completely serious, I can't stop staring. For some strange, unknown reason, I can't tear my eyes away and, against my will, I start to…notice things. Unfamiliar things. Things such as her perfect hour-glass figure, which I can swear blind wasn't there back in 3rd Year when she punched me, gorgeous, almond shaped, honey eyes and that wavy, elbow length chocolate hair, which, for some reason, I just want to run my fingers through just to see if it feels as silky as it looks. And, suddenly it hits me like an express train going at a hundred miles an hour. She is every bit as beautiful as every male student, with the exception of Potty and the Weasel, of course, always says.
Oh My God. Being so engrossed in my open perusal of her, I fail to notice as she stops scribbling and looks up at me, a rosy blush rushing to her cheeks as she stares right back…
HERMIONE P.O.V
My cheeks are so hot you could fry eggs on them. Why is he looking at me like that? Do I have something on my face?
His eyes are the deepest blue I've ever seen, so deep I could drown in them. Oh my God. Is he…blushing? Yeah… I think he is. His cheeks are glowing a rosy pink. This must be the first time I've ever seen him do that. It makes him look more…human, rather than some cold, unapproachable (though absolutely beautiful) angel.
DRACO P.O.V
Is it just me or has the room suddenly grown a lot warmer? Maybe it's just me. I can't tear my eyes away from hers… yet I hate her… don't I?
I can't handle this anymore. I fell terribly confused and, as you know, I hate being confused. As hard as it is, I manage to drag my eyes away from her beautiful amber ones.
Draco, you fool. Get her out of you head. Think about something else… ah, yes. I still hav e to do my Transfiguration write-up.
"How about we do our Transfig together, later?" I surprise myself by asking. " I mean, you know, you're not all that bad and I need some of your notes 'cause I wasn't really paying attention to that old witch on Monday."
She nods and smiles brightly, before picking up her books and leaving the room.
Oh my God. I stand stock still. Why on Earth did I ask her that? And why did I lie about needing her notes? I may not like teachers but that doesn't mean I don't pay attention in class.
But it's not the lying that scares me. I mean, I do that on a daily basis for my own interests. It's the fact that I am so desperate to spend some more time with her that I'll resort to lying in order to achieve it…
19:37/ THURSDAY 15TH SEPTEMBER/ HEADS' QUARTERS/ COMMON ROOM/
NARRATOR P.O.V
"And of course Nott just had to be the one to see if the damn plant would really cause someone to break out in boils," Draco rolls his eyes, whils scribbling down some answers on a piece of parchment. "To say that we wet ourselves laughing would be a serious understatement."
Hermione, seated beside him on the sofa, books in her lap, breaks into peels of laughter, throwing her beautiful head back. Draco just watches her for a moment, a small smile on his face, before shaking his head (could that be fondly...?) and returns to his homework.
HERMIONE P.O.V
My giggles subside, leaving behind a faint smile. I glance over at Draco who also has a small grin on his face. Is it possible that he's starting to see me as a friend?
DRACO P.O.V
Hearing the sound of Hermione's laughter coming to a stop, I glance over at her to see her smiling at me. I have to say that is a lot nicer than having her glaring at me. I return her msile. What a shame she's only acting like this because of a love potion. I must remember this.
The light from the fire does make her look beautiful, though… the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life, actually… amber eyes shining, glossy hair reflecting the light… Oh, no. We are NOT going down that road again. I shake my head vigorously.
What the Hell is happening to me?
21:14/ THURSDAY 15TH SEPTEMBER/ 1ST FLOOR/ STAFF ROOM/
NARRATOR P.O.V
Dumbledore, Sprout and Flitwick are seated in the Staff Room at a time when it is meant to be closed. Dumbledore, being the Headmaster, had no trouble stealing the key from Filch's office. But it's not like we're gonna tell anyone, I mean, we're not exactly supposed to be here either…
Before we snuck in, we had been listening at the door. The Headmaster has been updating the two teachers on the current Hermione and Draco situation. And now we can hear what's being said more clearly from our hiding spot behind the bar…
"And, my dear friends, I can also tell you that, at this very moment, they are sitting peacefully in their Common Room, doing their homework-together," Dumbledore says, raising his eyebrows. The other two teachers wear understandable expressions of shock upon their faces.
"But…but that's unheard of!" Sprout stutters, eyebrows furrowed. Dumbledore nods in an all knowing fashion.
"I know."
Flitwick and Sprut turn to one another and blink twice in surprise. Suddenly, Flitwick frowns and turns back to the smug Headmaster.
"Wait a minute. Why are you telling us this?"
Dumbledore gazes at him, innocently.
"Why, so you can use this priceless information I am giving you, of course."
Sprout starts to frown as well. Understandably, I mean, since when does Dumbledore do anything to help others when it comes to a bet?
"Yeah," she mutters, suspiciously, biting her lip. "You only ever do things like this when it's in your own best interests."
At this the Headmaster laughs, uncomfortably. Oh, Dumbledore. What are you up to now?
"How could this possibly be in my best interests?"
21:14/ THURSDAY 15TH SEPTEMBER/ GRYFFINDOR ROOM/ COMMON ROOM
NARRATOR P.O.V
"And she comes into the meeting like ten minutes late and he just allows it. Brushes it aside!" Ginny exclaims, gesturing emphatically with her hands to emphasise her point. Everyone gasps in shock and many start muttering.
"But that's unheard of!" Dean gasps, eyes wide in surprise. Harry nods.
"We know."
The two male members of the Golden Trio along with Ginny are seated in their usual seats infront of the fireplace, surrounded by the vast majority of the other 7th Year Gryffindors (as per usual). These seats are reserved for the most popular students in the House (and indeed the school) so it is unnatural that the Golden Trio are always to be found here, in pride of place, surrounded by many of their closest and most devoted friends and followers.
They have been informing their house members of this afternoon's events, and gasps, shocked exclaimations and wide open mouths are to be found galore.
"I personally can't see why Malfoy is so unhappy. I mean, Hermione is hot and any normal guy would be estatic to be in his position," Dean pipes up from the chair beside Ron's that he has been lucky enough to nab before everyone else. Practically every guy within earshot, with the exception of Harry and Ron, of course, nods vigorously in agreement. Ron turns to look at him, slowly.
"Um, I don't know. Maybe it's because he hates her," he says, like Dean is crazy, "And anyway, do shut up, Dean. Hermione's like a sister to us," he continues. Harry nods in agreement, whilst cleaning the handle of his Firebolt. Dean turns away.
"What in the same way Ginny is a sister to you, Harry?" he mutters. Harry turns to him, slowly. Ginny, chatting away quietly to a small group of 6th Year girls crowded around the back of her chair, doesn't appear to have heard, luckily for him. If she had, things would be much worse.
"What did you say?" Harry asks, calmly, although the magical lights in the ceiling start to flicker, dangerously. Dean, seeing this, shakes his head in a panicky fashion.
"Nothing," he is wise to say.
"I thought not," Harry mutters.
Ron raises an eyebrow in inquiry at Seamus. Seamus just shrugs.
21:14/ THURSDAY 15TH SEPTEMBER/ SLYTHERIN QUARTERS/ COMMON ROOM
NARRATOR P.O.V
"Draco is so obviously in love with that girl." Pansy pops a piece of gum in her mouth, whilst looking at her male surrounders. Blaise nods in evident agreement.
"Absolutely. And the fact that he constantly refutes that only shows that de-nile is not only a river in Egypt."
The numerous 7th Year Slytherins surrounding the two present members of the Silver Trio laugh in agreement. The Silver Trio, along with their rivals, The Golden Trio, of course, are the most popular people in the school and, therefore, their House. This automatically means that, just as in their rivals' case, they sit in the optimum seats directly in front of the fireplace.
"I personally think that this whole incident is a good thing. I mean, Granger is hot as hell. I would kill to be in his place." Theodore Nott (now boil free) sniggers in a manly way. He claps hands with another Slytherin male as the rest snigger along with him. Pansy rolls her eyes. Boys can be so annoying.
"Whatever. She and he would make the perfect couple. She wouldn't stroke his ego and he's the second cleverest in school." She says, now filing her already perfectly manicured nails. "I'm going to invite her to your next Quidditch Practice."
"But what happens when the Potion wears off?" Matthew Adams asks, worriedly. Pansy pauses for a moment, then shrugs.
"We'll worry about that then. Hopefully, by that time Draco will have admitted to us that he's in love with her, enabling us to gloat about how right we were."
Um, Pansy, honey, are you sure that's such a good idea?
22:14/ THURSDAY 15TH SEPTEMBER/ HEADS' QUARTERS/ OUTSIDE DRACO'S ROOM
HERMIONE P.O.V
OK, Hermione. Don't panic. I'm sure that you've advanced into Draco's good books enough so as not to get yelled at for simply bringing him something to eat.
I'm standing on the landing outside Draco's room, holding a tray with some cookies and a glass of milk on it. Unfortunately for me, the memories of what happened last time I tried to give him some and how well he didn't take it are still very fresh in my mind. This is why I've been standing here for the past ten minutes without knocking. All I can hope is that things will be different this time.
OK, Mione. On three. One…two…three!
I raise my hand and knock lightly at the door. It's a few moments before I hear footsteps comin towards the door. I gulp. No turning back now. The door swings open and Draco stands there, a look of surprise on his face. Oh. My God. As I glance down in embarrassment, I notice that he is wearing a pair of forest green boxers and is shirtless. Shirtless and dripping wet. A furious heat floods my cheeks and my lips part in a silent gasp as I take in the perfectly toned torso, six pack and rippling muscles still with minute droplets of water trailing his clear, pale skin.
I swallo hard and pull my eyes back up to his started ones. Hie is perfect. Absolutely perfect. Trying not to drool at his perfect bone structure, chiselled jaw, full lips, wavy, layered, shoulder-length, platinum, hair and ocean-blue eyes, I hold out the tray wordlessly. His face screwed up adorably, he looks utterly confused. Swallowing once more to wet my dry mouth, I extend it further.
"It's for you," I manage to tell him. He stares at me for a moment longer before hesitantly taking my tray. He pauses, looking down at it before snapping his eyes back up to mine.
"Um, why don't you come in?" he asks, hesitantly, cobalt eyes unsure. My heart skips a beat at his words. Yes! Progress!
Smiling brightly, I enter the beautifull decorated silver and green bedroom. The room is identical to my own apart from one thing- rather than a dressing table, he has a desk with a bare cork noticeboard. He closes the door quietly behing me. I stand here, a tad uncomfortable. What now? I didn't mentally prepare for this.
"I can't believe you've never been in here before," he says, suddenly.
DRACO P.O.V
I watch her progress around my room. And it's true. She has never been in here before, but, now that we're friends… and, yes, it surprises me as much as it does you that I view her as a friend, but I do. She's a lovely person-the nicest I've ever met, in fact. Another surprise is that she looks as though she fits into my manly, all-Slytherin room.
She wanders over to my desk now, and looks around. Oh, no. Oh, God. I hope she doesn't… My heart thumps wildly as she picks up some papers from my desk. I hope they're not what I think they are. Panicking, I rush over and watch helplessly as she roots through them. She looks uo at me, puzzled.
"What are these?"
HERMIONE P.O.V
They're beautiful. Drawings of Blaise and Pansy, a beautiful woman (who I'm sure must be his mother due to the close resemblance between the two), landscapesm owls and a huge mansion that I think must be the famed Malfoy Manor.
He snatches the drawing as I gaze up at him and, is he… is he embarrassed.
DRACO P.O.V
Oh, God. I'll never live this down if she tells anyone. I open one of the drawers and try to shove them in and then shut it abruptly. All the while, she's watching me.
"What are they?" she repeats, honey wide and questioning. Ok, so she isn't going to let it go.
"They're just some drawings I did," I mutter, embarrassed, blushing as I keep my eyes down. "They aren't very good," I rush to say. To my surprise, she shakes her head frantically and gifts me with that beautiful smile of hers.
"They're amazing," she reassures me, softly, her eyes warm. A warmth spreads through me as I return her smile. I can't believe she thinks my drawings are good. We stand still, just gazing at each other, eyes locked. God, She's beautiful.
"I'd better get some sleep. See you tomorrow?" she asks, gorgeous eyes still locked on mine. I nod, unable to speak, my throat as dry as the Sahara. I watch as, with one final smile, she opens the door and leaves, shutting it behind her.
And, for some reason, I'm happier than I've ever been. But for the second time today, I'm scared too.
I'm scared because I stand here gazing at the door long after she's left.
How do you like that? A little push to get the romance bit started and there's a kiss coming soon but there are a lot more trials up ahead for our favourite couple so stay tuned…
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People I am not sure If I will be able to post a chappie next week seeing as it's Christmas and I still have to get all my shopping done. I have to write up each chapter on the pc weekly u see.. but I will try…
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