Mr Maybe
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Sorry that this is a day late, but, what with xmas and all I wasn't sure if I'd be able to get it up in time as I said last week. I meant to put this up on Sunday as an xmas pressie, but with last minute shopping, that wasn't possible.
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You Know You Love Me…
PREVIOUSLY ON MR MAYBE
"OhmiGod, I am so sorry I'm so late. I had to go see Mc Gonogall and I lost track of time"
"It doesn't matter. We hadn't started anyway."
"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."
"Draco is so obviously in love with that girl."
"She and he would make the perfect couple. I'm going to invite her to your next quidditch practice."
"But what happens when the Potion wears off?"
"We'll worry about that then."
CHAPTER NINE
ADDING FUEL TO THE FIRE
08:12/ FRIDAY 16TH SEPTEMBER/ HEADS' QUARTERS/ COMMON ROOM
HERMIONE P.O.V
Where in God's name did I leave that damned quill? I toss aside the black, velvet cushions in my frantic search. Not there. Sighing, I gaze around in exasperation. Ah ha! There it is!
I seize it from the table in front of the fireplace, which is laden down with dishes of food. I woke up so late this morning, you have no idea. Luckily, one of the perks of being the Head Students is that you get to order in meals. I smile happily. I hope Draco likes it.
Speaking of which, where is Draco? Normally, he's down by now, ready to go. Maybe he's still asleep… I put my quill in my Marc Jacobs bag and, throwing it over my shoulder, race up the stairs. I reach his oaken door and knock gently on it.
Where is he? Why isn't he answering? He must be really tired. OK, here goes. I open the door and walk into his dark room, picking my way carefully past green beanbags. I stand by his bed and gaze at his sleeping, half-naked form. Even though I've already seen it, it's like I'm seeing him for the first time. I gently brush his soft wavy hair away from his closed eyes. God, he's gorgeous. And he looks so innocent when he's sleeping, so trusting and angelic… his duvet is at his waist, one hand flung over it. The whole scene looks so inviting… maybe I could join him…
No, Hermione. Concentrate. Raising one hand slowly, I put it on one of his toned shoulders and shake him gently.
"Draco," I whisper," Draco, wake up." He frowns and stirs, trying to shake off my hand.
"Come on, Mum," he mumbles, pulling up the duvet and turning his head away. "Just five more minutes."
I can't help but giggle softly. Aah, how cute.
"Draco, it's me. Hermione" I shake him once more. " Get up. It's half past now."
My words seem to wake him up and he opens his blurry eyes.
"Hermione?" he frowns, rubbing the sleep tiredly from his eyes (aah, how adorable). "What… what are you doing here?"
"You'll be late if you don't get up. I ordered in some breakfast," I say, taking a step away from his bed. To my surprise, he gives me a wide smile.
"Thanks," he says, eyes twinkling. I nod and smile. With one last wave, I walk happily out of the room, my job done.
DRACO P.O.V
Now, its important that you know that I never wake up late on a school day, even if I've been out to a late party the night before. But, for some reason, I woke up late this morning and no one must know why.
Sighing, I get out of bed and walk into the bathroom. I only got around three hours of sleep. You see, no matter howmuch I tried, I couldn't get Hermione out of my head last night. I jept thinking about her beautiful smile, glowing honey eyes, full pink lips and that angelic, trusting look she gets whenever she looks at me…
See! I'm doing it again. I can't get out of my head and I don't know why. Yeah, I guess we're friends, but I don't spend this much time thinking about all my other mates, do I? And, even when I'm 'going out' with (i.e sleeping with) someone (which I tend to do quite a lot), I have no trouble in removing their presence from my mind. But, for some reason, I can't do the same for her.
And I'm afraid to ask myself why.
10:44/ FRIDAY 16TH SEPTEMBER/ CLASSROOM 29/ DADA
DRACO P.O.V
This is annoying. I mean, I know that we, as a class, haven't gone over the theory behind creating a Patronus, but some people learnt this stuff years back. People like Hermione and I. This must be annoying for her as well.
I turn around to look at the Golden Trio's table. Hermione is seated between Potty and the Weasel. She looks up at me and smiles, surprised. I can't help but smile back. I don't know why, but seeing her smile, makes me smile.
NARRATOR P.O.V
Hmm… this makes things a lot more interesting. We saw that little interaction and, judging by Blaise and Pansy's reaction, they didn't miss it either…
They nod at each other, both knowing that it's time to put their plan into action…
DRACO P.O.V
"Granget is such a little know- it –all. I just hate the wway she always has to know the answer to every damn thing," Pansy bites, filing her nails.
"I totally agree with you," Blaise nod. " I have no idea why she's so popular."
Eh? What's going on here? It's come totally out of nowhere. Hermione hasn't even said a word to them. For some unknown reason, a slight irritation begins to build within me.
"I know. And she's not even as nice as people claim." Pansy bitches, gesticulating with her nail file. What a hater. I mean, I know Pansy can be a bit of a bitch, but I didn't realise just how jealous she was of Hermione.
And, even though I try to ignore them and continue writing her notes, I hate it when they continue to slag her off. I can see why Pansy would be so jealous of Hermione. I mean, everyone knows the latter is hotter, cleverer, nicer and she's part of the Golden Trio who single-handedly killed Voldemort. Plus, whereas, Pansy is popular mostly because peoples fear her, Hermione is popular because people love her.
"And I'm sure she must have magically fixed her face or something, cause-"
I see red. I can feel the angry blood rushing through my veins.
"Both of you shut the fuck up and leave her alone," I say through gritted teeth, my hands clenched. I have never been nore enraged in my life. If it weren't for the fact that these two idiots are my best friends the only way they would be leaving this classroom would be in pieces on a stretcher.
"Why do you even care?" the female idiot is stupid enough to say. The other one is dumb enough to nod. Oh, no, they didn't… I turn to glare at them, slowly, eyes narrowed, mouth set, daring them to say just one more word. They gaze back, eyes now wide and terrified.
They know to keep silent.
NARRATOR P.O.V
As soon as Draco turns away and the steam stops emerging from his ears, Blaise and Pany give each other triumphant glances. They were right. And so were we.
But then again, we always are, aren't we?
12:52/ FRIDAY 16TH SEPTEMBER/ GREAT HALL/ LUNCH
HERMIONE P.O.V
"You really need to tell Harry that you like him," I say, chewing vigorously. Ginny makes a funny face.
"No, way," she shakes her head in distaste, "Not going to happen."
Rolling my eyes, I give up. This girl is just as stubborn as her siblings and, if she doesn't want to do something, there is no way I'll be able to change her mind.
We're eating Lunch in the Great Hall, chicken curry and rice for me, and Spaghetti Bolognese for her. Harry and Ron left around twenty minutes ago in order to set up for quiddtich practice at one. As a matter of fact, Ginny should be leaving now if she wants to get there on time.
"K," she turns to me, a small smile on her face," one last question before I go. In the first match of the season, Slytherin will be playing Hufflepuff," a pause," Who will you be supporting?"
I look at her in disbelief. I always thought the girl wasn't exactly all there. It's a no-brainer.
"Slytherin, duh,"I tell her, patiently, picking at my chicken. Speaking of which, Draco. It's so much nicer being friends even if that's all we are. He's been so nice lately, I just…
"Anyway," Ginny smiles, knowingly." I've got to get going." She stands up and grabs her duffel quidditch bag.
"See you later," I wave and turn back to my food. Although it's mid-September, it's still like Summer out, so the vast majority of the students are out in the Fields- a six acre grassy, levelled-flat, field with a lake (the Great Lake) in it. Off of it is the Quidditch Pitch, Hagrid's hust and the Forbidden Forest.
"Granger," comes a femal voice from behind me. Who is that? I turn around to see someone I never expected to. Pansy Parkinson.
"Yeah?" I raise an eyebrow, delicately. Guess I've spent enough ttime around her ocean-eyed best friend to pick up some of his mannerisms. To my surprise, she just smiles at me.
"Look, I don't have a lot of time,"she begins, glancing at the door. "So, I'll make this quick. We think that it would be in your best interest if you were to come to the next Slytherin Quidditch Practice."
What? I frown in confusion. Since when does Pansy Parksinson invite me anywhere? It's not that I hate her – I don't hate anyone- it's just that we're not exactly friends.
"Why?" I ask. She simply continues to smile.
"Draco would be really pleased to see you. And you can sit with me."
Damn her. The girl knows I would do anything to spend more time with her best friend and that my distrust of her doesn't outweigh that.
"Fine," I frown, "but if-"
"It won't," she smiles brightly, "See ya." With that, she skips (I know, weird, right?) out the door. I sigh and sit back.
I hope Draco won't be mad.
14:37/ FRIDAY 16TH SEPTEMBER/ CLASSROOM 21/ CHARMS
DRACO P.O.V
Thank God that old ponce, Flitwick, put Hermione and I as partners. I'm so grateful, I could almost kiss his old wrinkled head.
As we work on the assignment, writing out revision notes, we laugh, chat and joke. I never knew she was so funny- I guess that's why the Golden Trio always seem to be in fits of laughter every time I glance over at them in class.
Look at her. I mean, her smile just lights up the room, doesn't it? And when she laughs, head tossed back and eyes lit up with happiness, the whole world just seems like a better and brighter place and, for some reason, it makes me feel like I can do anything…
But, just os you don't get the wrong idea, we're just friends.
We are just friends, right?
NARRATOR P.O.V
"I mean, just look at them. It's so obvious there's something going on…"
"Who even knew Draco Malfoy knew how to smile?"
"I'm just surprised he hasn't killed her yet. I mean, they have to share quarters and what with that whole howler episode…"
"I know! He actually looks happy to be around Hermione Granger. That's unheard of!"
"Wait a second, you guys. Do you think he remembers that she's been hit by a love potion?"
18:57/ FRIDAY 16TH SEPTEMBER/ 5TH FLOOR/ SOME RANDOM, DESERTED CORRIDOR
NARRATOR P.O.V
"Do not be so foolish, Severus," Mc Gonogall snaps, face screwed up in disgust." You CANNOT give in now!"
Snape bites his lip and looks away, nervous. And with good reason. Minerva Mc Gonogall is known by many to have a fury almost equal to that of Harry Potter's.
The two teachers have only just met up in this deserted (and cold) 5th Floor corridor at Snape's request. You see, it seems that he is weakending and has just told the Deputy Head that he wants in on the bet.
"But, Minerva," he stutters, for she and Dumbledore are the only people he is afraid of. "Everyone's in on it. Even people at the Ministry placed bets as soon as word reached them," he trails off as he watches the fury rising on Mc Gonogall's face.
"Do not be so weak," she throws her trademark violet scarf over her shoulder and begins to stalk away. "Just remember how we will laugh at Albus when it all goes wrong."
The Potions Master watchers her retreating back before gulping and stalking off in the opposite direction.
Quick, let's go? You know there's not way in Hell he won't catch us eavesdropping, right…
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Yeah, I know that this is pretty short but, again, it is meant to be more of an interlude than anything else. And the next chapter is the longest yet…
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RECOMMENDED STORIES…( all on my favourites)
The Unseemly Proposal- love this. It's so original and hilarious… everybody has to read it
Dance With The One That Brought You – one of the best stories on fanfiction.
Hermionificated-hilarious and well written…
Remember that I am always looking out for more stories so recommend some to me and name some of your own so I can check them out…
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You Know You Love Me…
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