Mr Maybe
Hey, guys! As yu can see we're getting back into the every wednseday thing. I don't know why but only a few of you reviewed chapter 10 and I'm a tad confused as I thought that was one of the best chapters in the story… didn't you guys like it? Let me know…
Anyway, on with the story…
You Know You Love Me…
PREVIOUSLY ON MR MAYBE
"I'm just surprised at how much you've managed to change his opinion of you and in so short a time."
"OK, I want in."
"This is going to end in nothing but misery."
"Malfoy seems to be falling for her and that is not necessarily a good thing."
"Woah… looking good, Hermione."
"Let's leave the two lovebirds alone, shall we?"
"This was a mistake. I can't go from insulting and hating you one day, to k-kissing and falling in love with you the next…. I-I can't deal with this…"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
LIES BEHIND A SMILE…
08:04/ TUESDAY 21ST SEPTEMBER/ GREAT HALL/ BREAKFAST
HERMIONE P.O.V
Draco hasn't said a word to me since the- since last night and I just don't know what to do. I barely slept a wink; I just kept going over and over his last words. Yeah, I can understand why maybe he wouldn't want ot ake things further but what I can't is why seems to be avoiding me. It almost broke my heart when he ignored my hesitant greeting back in the bathroom earlier.
I can't summon up the will to eat my eggs and my bacon is as yet untouched. Since I came downstairs for breakfast around ten minutes ago, I haven't said a word, a permanent lump in my throat, preferring to wallow in my misery. Harry and Ron exchange worried glances at my behaviour.
"Mione, honey," Harry asks, gently, reaching out a hand to touch my shoulder. "Are you OK?"
I gulp, trying desperately to hold back tears. And nod, not trusting myself to speak. Harry looks over at Ron, who is on my other side, in desperation.
"Are you sure?" Ron's brow is furrowed in concern. I nod once again, touched by their obvious concern. Even if I don't have Draco, at least I have them, right?
Wrong. I need Draco like the air I breathe, now that I've kissed him, experienced what it could be like to be with him, I can't go back. I glance up at him, doing what I've been avoiding for the past quarter of an hour. He sits at his table, face drawn, silent and brroding. I smile hesitantly at him only to have him gaze back at me, ocean blue eyes blank and hurtfully emotionless, before turning away. Nails puncture my already sorely bruised heart as I glance away, close to tears.
How long can I stand to take this?
NARRATOR P.O.V
Is it just me or is Hermione Granger, beautiful Gryffindor Princess, looking a little worse for ware? Just humour me and glance over at her, in between Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. Glossy, normally tidy, brown locks swept hastily up in a scruffy bun, honey eyes dull, face drawn (but somehow still gorgeous-how does she do it…), it's not exactly the best we've ever seen her.
And just look at her widely acclaimed 'other half', Draco Malfoy. He's not looking too good either, is he? Platinum hair messy (but somehow still sexy as hell…drool), clothes as if he's been sleeping in them, untouched food. Occasionally, he glances up at Hermione, cobalt eyes staring emptily at her.
It seems we're not the only ones to have noticed the change. All around the Great Hall, students and teachers alike are watching the two, whispering about them, rumours flying.
What exactly is going on?
11:44/ TUESDAY 21ST SEPTEMBER/ CLASSROOM 21/ CHARMS
NARRATOR P.O.V
It's almost Lunch now and the confusion still hasn't come to an end. Even though Hermione and Draco are working together, it seems that is less out of choice and more because they've been made permanent Charms partners. They haven't said a word to each other all day.
Once again, this hasn't gone unnoticed. Th Silver and Golden Trios already being the most discussed people in school, and Hermione and Draco's (former) hatred of one another and most recently their apparent more-than-friendship, simply further adds to this. People just won't stop talking about the drastic change in their behaviour towards each other.
OK, Flitwick's back is turned. Let's eavesdrop for a bit…
"Have you seen them? They're not even looking at each other?"
"And just look at Draco! He looks as if he hasn't slept at all!"
"I swear just yesterday they were totally obsessed with one another!"
"I mean, I can understand Draco, but Hermione? She's meant to be under a love potion."
OK, back to work now. But I think you get the basic idea. The same question is on everyone's mind.
Could there be trouble in paradise?
12:53/ TUESDAY 21ST SEPTEMBER/ HEADS' QUARTERS/ COMMON ROOM
DRACO P.O.V
OK, OK, I know. Skipping meals is not something anyone should do, and, in particular, not Lunch, but, and I freely admit it, I don't want to see her. I can't bear to even look at her. Everytime I so much as glance at Hermione, and see the misery and confusion on her beautiful face, my gut wrenches painfully and guilt floods my system.
And even being around her is unbearable. Charms was torture. Just smelling that vanilla and chocolate scent of hers was enough to drive me wild. What's even worse is that I can't get that damn kiss out of my head, my mind spins as memories of the caress of her soft lips, the silkiness of her glossy hair, the feel of her small, yet perfectly formed, body pressed against mine. And, for some reason, I find myself craving her like a junkie craves their next fix. She's in my head permanently now and, no matter how hard I try to get her out, she just won't fucking LEAVE. Her beautiful smile, the way she talks and laughs, how she seems to brighten up the room just by being in it, won't let me forget her, no matter how much I want to. And I don't know why this is, why seems to run through my very veins, why I can't get that damned kiss out of my mind, why she is the only girl to ever have had this effect on me.
And this is why I'm sitting her, steeped in misery and confusion, silent and alone in my Common Room…
KNOCK, KNOCK!
But not alone for long, I guess. Hesitantly, I leave my nice, comfortable sofa in front of the fireplace and go to answer the knock at the door. Pulling it open, I wait for the portait to swing away. As soon as it does, I sigh heavily as I see the two people I should have suspected all along.
"Draco we have something we need to tell you and you are not going to like it," Pansy says, as she and Blaise invite themselves in. You need the patience of Mother Theresa to deal with these two. I roll my eyes, shutting the door behind them and turn to face my two best friends.
"What?" I ask, long-sufferingly, joining them on my sofa. The two exchange wary glances. Panst nods slightly at Blaise who turns to me.
"A connection we have has informed us that the Hogwarts papers have finally decided on who their editors are."
What on Earth does this have to do with me? I frown, confused.
"And this means something to me, why?" I raise an eyebrow. The two exchange glances once more.
"It should mean something to you," Pansy says in a slow measure tone, eyes wary. "because many of their reporters-all, in fact- have heard about you and Hermione and have every intention of writing about you."
"Fuck, no," is my instant reaction. Damnit. Why on Earth did I not remember? I sit back against the sofa, lost in thought. Those stupid papers will no doubt twist the entire story and God knows everyone at this damn shool believes every fucking word the print. Blaise and Pansy watch me carefully as if I may erupt at any moment.
"What actually happened between you and her, anyway?" Pansy asks, frowning in concern. I turn to look at her. Figures, should have known she would want to know every little thing. I'm just surprised that she's held out so long. Might as well tell her-she is supposed to be one of my best friends. Ah, well, here goes.
"Yesterday, after you guys left the locker room, we-we kissed,"I admit, head in my hands, voice muffled, as memories of the best kiss of my life swarmp my breain. I glance up in time, however, to see Blaise and Pansy's eyebrows shoot up into their hair. The latter raises a hand to her mouth in an attempt to stifle her readily surfacing giggles. Blaise just watches me, silent, concern in his eyes.
"You do know that they'll find out eventually, right?" he asks over Pansy's laughter, eyebrows raised. I nod, helplessly. I know.
"They have eyes everywhere, so it's no-brainer," I say, dryly. Pansy's giggles finally come to a stop and she regards me, seriously.
"We'll see what we can do about holding them off for as long as possible," she says, patting me on the shoulder in a comforting manner. I smile, grateful. Sometimes, I love these two.
But, put that in your diary, because you'll never hear me say it again.
13:01/ TUESDAY 21ST SEPTEMBER/ GREAT HALL/ LUNCH/GRYFFINDOR TABLE
NARRATOR P.O.V
"Oh My God, have you heard the latest? Apparently, Draco won't speak to Hermione 'cause she slept with Blaise Zabini, you know, his best friend?"
"That's what I heard too!"
"That's complete bull. Pansy Parkinson herself told me that Draco found Hermione in bed with Ron Weasley. Apparently, Hermione's just been pretending to be affected by the Love Potion and has been going out with Draco as a smokscreen for her real relationship with Ron!"
"Yeah, well, word on the street is that Draco dumped Hermione after he finally got her in the sack…"
At this point in the conversation, a raven-haired girl sits down at the table with a Quick Quotes quill. Move up, would you?
Am I alone in this, or do you feel a bad vibe from this girl, too?
15:13/ TUESDAY 21ST SEPTEMBER/ 1ST FLOOR/ STAFF ROOM
NARRATOR P.O.V
"Dumbledore! We have a bone to pick with you!"
"Yeah! We heard from our classes that Hermione and Draco aren't even talking anymore!"
"Now, now, my friends, there is no need to worry yourselves. Everything is happening just as it should. And, never forget, inside information is available. For the small fee of 20 galleons (although it is non-refundable), you can receive insider tips from me. It should help you with your decisions."
A pause. A bird flies past the window.
"I BAG 1ST PLACE!"
20:17/ TUESDAY 21ST SEPTEMBER/ 3RD FLOOR/ DESERTED CORRIDOR
NARRATOR P.O.V
Harry and Ron stand seemingly waiting in a deserted corridor. The latter leans against the wall, kicking his leg back and forth while his best friends watches his antics, bored, occasionally pushing his longe fringe out of his startling green eyes (which are no longer hidden by glasses, his having gotten his vision magically corrected over the summer.)
Suddenly, we hear two familiar voices coming from around the corner. The two male members of the famed Golden Trio perk up at the sound as the voices owners, Blaise and Pansy, come around the bend. Ron raises an eyebrow as the two come to stand in front of him and the Boy Who Lived.
"You made it," Blaise starts, arms folded. "Thank you for coming."
"Why exactly did you ask us to meet you here?" Harry asks, coolly, ignoring Blaise's last words. Pansy and Blaise exchange glances.
"There is very little doubt left in our minds that Draco isn't in love with Hermione," Pansy's tone is slow and measured, her eyes serious. Harry and Ron's faces become grave as they glance at each other.
"How do you know?" Ron asks, worriedly. Harry nods. Blaise exhales quickly and rubs a hand over his forehead, tiredly.
"Last night, after Quidditch practice… they- they kissed," he says, reluctantly, eyeing the two for a reaction. "He told us himself."
Ron exhales sharply, sliding down the wall, while Harry shakes his head, slowly. This is even worse than they thought. But it does add up as to why Hogwarts' new favourite couple have been acting so strangely. Knowing Malfoy, he was probably a complete bastard to her afterward.
"And," Blaise continues, looking as worried as it is possible for a Zabini to look. "What's even worse is that the papers have finally picked their editors. It'll only be a matter of time before they find out about this."
Harry pales at the news before turning to Ron who wears a similar expression on his face.
"We have to try and hold them off till we can sort this whole damn thins out," Ron exhales, putting his head in his hands. "We have some connections we can use."
Blaise and Pansy turn and nod at each other.
"Yeah, we'll do the same," Pansy says. "Well, you know, love to stay and chat, but places to go, people to see. You know how it is."
Harry raises a dark eyebrow in the signature move that has the entire female population falling all over themselves whenever he does it.
"We'll stay in contact over developments," Blaise says. As they turn to leave, Pansy shoots one last look at Ron who watches her depature from under his dusky eyelashes, silent. Harry watches the exchange with narrowed eyes then turns his gaze on his best friend, whose eyes are still on the Slytherin female's retreating back.
Hmm… I can tell that the next few weeks are going to be very interesting…
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I know, I know another short chapter but never fear; the next one is way longer. So, yeah, there won't be any let up on the tragic Draco and Hermione situation for a while, so…
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You Know You Love Me…
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