Mr Maybe
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Then, I have to say sorry 4 this being late, it's just that it took a long time to copy up. Expect chapter 13 either on Friday or before, as it is the longest chappie yet and will take ages to rite up…
Next, all I have to say is that two or three of you think that I rushed the dramione love a bit… but please bear with me as there is a reason why this is happening and that will be revealed very soon. To Now known as 'all smiles', ur review was so scolding I had to crawl into a corner sobbing in order to lick my wounds… I cried!! But please continue to be honest with me and I am glad that u feel that u can be this way with me…
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Now, on with the story!
PREVIOUSLY ON MR MAYBE
"Mione, honey, are you OK?"
"Have you seen them? They're not even looking at each other?"
"I mean, I can understand Draco, but Hermione? She's meant to be under a love potion."
"A connection we have has informed us that the Hogwarts papers have finally decided on who their editors are."
"Yesterday, after you guys left the locker room, we-we kissed."
"Word on the street is that Draco dumped Hermione after he finally got her in the sack…"
"There is very little doubt left in our minds that Draco isn't in love with Hermione."
CHAPTER TWELVE
HOW THE HELL DID THEYFIND OUT
11:29/ FRIDAY 24TH SEPTEMBER/ CLASSROOM 29/ DADA
HERMIONE P.O.V
Thank God they got Professor Lupin back as our DADA teacher after the Great War, he's the only really competent, fair DADA teacher we've ever had. With his help, no doubt everyone in the class will at least get an E in their NEWTs.
RING!!
I hurriedly put away my books at the sound of the bell, ready to leave as soon as he dismisses us. You see, so far I've managed not to look over at D- him. Everytime I so much as glance at him, the hurt of not being able to talk to him and memories of that kiss, that wonderful, soft, earth-shattering kiss, come rushing painfully back…
Hermione, stop it. You know where this road leads… Shaking my head vigorously to clear my mind of those painful thoughts, I turn to Lupin, who is handing out sheets of paper.
"Now, complete this in time for our next lesson," he instructs, passing one to me. I immediately stuff it into my Chloe Paddington and jump up, waving hurriedly to Harry and Ron, who are still talking to Dean, Neville and Seamus who are seated at the table behind ours. They all turn and smile at me before going back to their conversation.
Right, Hermione, eyes down. I walk past his table and blush as I feel eyes on me, seemingly watching my every move as I stride past my fellow classmates. I reach the door and, thanking God for my quick and effective exit, pull it open.
AAH!! MY EYES!!
Instictively, I raise a hand to my face as a million flashbulbs go off, blinding me. I stand here, my world temporarily all white as I blink rapidly. I have my suspicions as to what exactly is going on, but it can't be that… can it? Isn't it still too early in the year? They couldn't have made up their minds that quickly. But, what am I going to do about… OK, one second. Keeping my eyes firmly shut, I open my bag and root through it frantically. Please, do NOT tell me they aren't in here. I haven't cleaned out this baf for months, having used it mainly during what remained of the summer holidays after Harry, Ron and I defeated Voldemort. It must- Ah ha! Thank God. I pull out the Chanel sunglasses I've been searching for and jam them over my eyes. I blink rapidly. Yes! My eyesight restored, I remove my right hand from my eyes.
Oh. My. God. Gasping, I look around at what lays just beyond the doorway. Out in the corridor, what seems like hundreds of reporters and photographers scream out questions and snap a million photos. Bewildered, I take in the situation in utter disbelief. What the fuck is going on here?
"Miss Granger! Just how long have you and Mr Malfoy been involved?"
"Is it true that you and Draco are no longer an item because you slept with Ron Weasley?"
"Miss Granger, do you want to comment on a rumour that you and Mr Malfoy were caught having sex under the Quidditch Bleachers?"
As the questions get more and more intrusive and explicit, I blush furiously. How dare they? OK, Hermione. How are we going to get out of this? The cameras continue to go off in my face as I glance desperately around the packed corridor, making me thank the Lord that I put on some sunglasses.
Suddenly, I feel a hand come to rest on my back and I turn around to see Harry and Ron, who are gazing at me in concern. I look back at them, helplessly.
"Come on, Mione," Harry mumbles, eyes now on the busy photographers in front of us. The entire class is now behind us, looking around in confusion at the scene.
"On three," he continues, nodding at Ron. "One. Two. Three!"
We start pushing our way through the crowd, cameras still going off hundreds of times a second, reporters still screaming out questions. Thank God these two are so tall and well buil from Quidditch, I would never have been able to push through these people on my own.
OW! That hurt! I such my newly grazed ginger and manage to glare at the offending camera as we continue walking. Only two things are going through my mind at this very moment.
How the Fuck am I going to get out of this one?
And
It is only going to get worse from here…
12:41/ FRIDAY 24TH SEPTEMBER/ GREAT HALL/ LUNCH
NARRATOR P.O.V
All in the great Hall look up as Harry Potter walks in, surrounded by other students. Ignoring them, he sits down in his usual seat at the Gryffindor Table. Picking up a fork, he picks through his meal. Why the hell can they not leave him alone?
"So, are Hermione and Draco going out?"
"How long have she and Ron been together?"
"Is it true that you had a threesome with Hermione and Draco?"
Harry seems to erupt at this last question and, as his startling green eyes turn smoky, he throws his fork down and turns to face them, face like thunder.
"If all of you do not fuck off right now and leave me alone, I will make what I did to Voldemort look like mosquito bites in comparison to what I'll do to each and every one of you," he says quietly, through gritted teeth. As his untouched glass shatters, spilling pumpkin juice all over the white tablecloth, the crowd awakens from their frightened silence and practically climb over each other in their attempts to get as far away as possible from the Boy Who Defeated Voldemort And Lived To Tell The Tale.
Let's move away too, shall we? No sense in being murdered before this whole drama plays out…
12: 53/ FRIDAY 24TH SEPTEMBER/ 1ST FLOOR/ STAFF ROOM
NARRATOR P.O.V
The door to the Staff Room suddenly slams open and the Deputy Head walks in, fury radiating from her. Hands clenched, she turns to Dumbledore, who is seated at a circular table counting his considerable earnings for giving out his 'helpful' hints. She takes in a deep breath in preparation for what we're sensing will be a very long rant.
"DUMBLEDORE!" she screams, making the mischevious Headmaster turn to look at her in polite concern. "Do you know what has been going on today?"
Dumbledore shakes his head, slowly.
"There are reporters chasing Miss Granger and Mr Malfoy around the school," she exclaims, eyes wide in outrage. "I do NOT care if they are only Daily Prophet and some other damn papers' interns doing a year at our school papers to gain experience. It is simply NOT ON!"
She stands there panting as Dumbledore examines her.
"But, my dear," he explains, patiently. "That's all part of the fun. When is the first paper out? Tomorrow? I can't wait!"
The Deputy head gives a small scream of disbelief and flops down onto the nearest sofa.
Why does she even bother?
08:24/ SATURDAY 25TH SEPTEMBER/ GREAT HALL/ BREAKFAST
NARRATOR P.O.V
Just look around. Everyone in here has a magazine with them, Hermione and Draco being on every single cover. Most have a copy of Hogwarts Weekly-HG Weekly. First introduced by an American transfer student from the Salem Magical Institute (one of the highly esteemed magical schools in the USA), it is the most popular of the Hogwarts magazines and based on her favourite magazine of all time, US Weekly. Of all the Hogwarts' papers, it is the only one that comprises entirely of gossip. It is also the most infamous, cut-throat, and ruthless of the three most popular Hogwarts papers-which are the Hogwarts Herald, the Daily Magi and HG Weekly. It is not above bribery or blackmail in order to get fake eyewitness accounts from students and, sometimes, even teachers.
Do you have a copy? Excellent. I've taught you well. Let's read it together, shall we…
HERMIONE AND DRACO BREAKUP
(The front cover is split into two, one half is of Hermione walking out of a classroom, Harry and Ron flacking her, fielding off a few of the cameras, wearing a white cowl neck, sunglasses, jeans tucked into boots. The other half is of Draco emerging from a toilet, looking sexily moody and holding up his middle finger. The pictures are stationary ones, taken by their head-photographer, Colin Creevey. HG Weekly likes to vary between moving and stationary photos.)
Turn to Page 4…
All of Hogwarts is buzzing about the two lovebirds, but how many of you actually know what really happened between them in the first place? Don't piss yourselves worrying about it, though, as we at HG Weekly know the full-uncensored story.
I'm sure all of you think you know what went down in a ceratin dungeon on the 5th September. However, the LVI, as it has come to be known, and what actually happened on that fateful day, have been twisted and changed so many times, no one can be sure of the true events. So let me enlighten you as to one simple fact… Hermione and Draco planned the entire thing. Yes. And before you shout a denial in the vein that what I'm claiming is pure nonsense, sit back and listen carefully first.
That very same morning, our favourite no ex-couple met up in front of Dungeon 19 and happened to overhear Professor Snape discussing that afternoon's lesson… making love potions. An eyewitness tells us : ' They were talking overhead about how tired they were at having to hide their relationship, at having to pretend that they hate on another. They hatched out a plan for him to 'accidentally' spill some love potion on her so that she could show her love for him and so he could gradually 'fall in love' with her. Me and my mates couldn't believe it.'
The devious two then went into class and acted as if nothing were out of the ordinary, waiting for their moment to come. However, when it did, Neville Longbottom, a fellow classmate, almost ruined everything by accidentally tipping the potion filled cauldron onto the Gryffindor Princess. But, as we all know, she is not called the Greates Witch Of Our Age for nothing, and made sure she happened ot be looking at Draco as it took its 'effect' (the potion was made by Hermione so that it would have no effect at all but appear visibly as if it had).
If you think about it, it makes perfect sense. Why else would Draco, who apparently hates the Head Girl so much he can't stand to be in the same room as her, not have killed her by now. And why in the following weeks has he showed his affection so openly? A source close to the couple told us at HG Weekly: 'They sit so close to each other in lessons that it's impossible to tell where one begins and the other ends'.
For a while there, we all watched as as the happy couple who, whough denying that they were even friends, seemed to spend an awful lot of time talking and laughing with each in and out of class hours. And that's only where we can see them. God only knows what they got up to in the quarters, behind closed doors.
However, as we all know, lately the two haven't been talking, ignoring each other openly and looking as if they havem't slept in months. According to sources close to the couple, the two have broken up and are just waiting for the right moment to release the news.
So stay with us over the next few weeks. I have a feeling that it's only going to get juicier from here. It's going to be a wild and wicked term, I can smell it…
Ciao for now…
The Editor…
And now, put it away. Unlike the other Hogwarts papers, the identity of HG Weekly's Editor is never revealed to the public. As a matter of fact, only three people know iw- Dumbledore, the Sub-Edito and the Editor herself (it's always a she-another mandate by the founder), not even the magazine's reporters/ photographers know it. And her identity is never revealed, even after she graduates and the next editor from the new 7th Year is chosen. But, who knows. Mauybe one day you'll find it out, then you can let me know. I ain't got a clue, but I have got an inkling.
Maybe one day, when we know each other better, I'll tell you…
14:03/ SATURDAY 25TH SEPTEMBER/ CORRIDOR OUTSIDE GRYFFINDOR TOWER
HERMIONE P.O.V
Why can't they just PISS OFF? Can't they see I don't want to be anywhere near them after today?
I run through the empty corridor, cameramen and reporters on my tail. Questions are being hurled at me so quickly and sharply that I feel as if they're physically hitting my back. I can barely see where I'm going as a result of the bright flashes of the cameras pursuing me.
Ah ha. There it si. I sigh in relief as I see the Fat Lady up ahead. God, I really need to talk to Ginny. I need to talk to someone san, who hasn't been affected by those damn magazines and wants to ask me yet more questions.
"Golden Lion!!" I shout in desperation at the Fat Lady who eyes my pursuers in concern before, thankfully, swinging open. I scramble through the hole and emerge on the other bustling side.
Ow… ow… my bum… Why did I have to land on my arse? I sit here for a moment, groaning in pain, before scrambling up and looking around.
Where is she? The common room is practically empty, most people being at the Fields. Ah, there she is, by the fire. Why is she giving me such weird looks? As I walk over to my only femal best friend, I see that she has in her grasp, a copy of that dreaded magazine, HG Weekly. Huh. Such betrayal… fine, so I haven't actually read it yet, but, according to several of my most reliable sources, it is NOT good.
"I only bought one to see what everyone's been talking about all day," she explains as I take my usual seat beside hers. Ah, OK. That's all right then. I hold out a hand, signalling for her to pass it to me. As soon as she does, I inspect the front cover, frantically.
HERMIONE AND DRACO BREAKUP
Huh? I gasp in disbelief at what my eyes can see but my mind refuses to believe. I can't believe people actually read and believe this rubbish. Wait a second… the front cover picture they're using must be one of the many snapped of me yesterday, just after DADA. I glance at the other half of the front cover and can't help but give a watery smile at the shot of Draco looking sexily moody. It makes me miss him so much more; the memories of that kiss come barging back into my mind. How his strong arms held me so close, how his lips caressed mine so softly, how gentle his touch was as he stroked my hair…
"What exactly have I done to deserve this?" I groan, flinging the HG Weekly onto the wooden table in front of us, and put my head in my hands. I feel Ginny come and sit beside me, putting a slender arm around my shoulders. Thank God for friends like her cause right now I feel like shit. Just how many people out there are prepared to lie about what they hear just to gain a damn mention in some stupid magazine? I rest my head on Ginny's shoulders.
"Honey, it's not your fault," she begins, slowly. "Look, I now what happened between you and M-Draco on Monday." What? At her words, I look up in surprise. How does she know? I didn't tell anyone. She just smiles at me in a secretive manner.
"I have my sources. Ask him to forget all about it so things can go back to how they were."
Huh. I guess Ginny is a lot cleverer than people give her credit for. I nod in agreement. Now all I need to do is find a way to make harry admit how much he likes her and everything will be perfect.
14:03/ SATURDAY 25TH SEPTEMBER/ SLYTHERIN QUARTERS/COMMON ROOM
DRACO P.O.V
I stalk angrily into the Slytherin Common Room, watching in grim satisfaction as my housemates scuttle out of the way of my rampage. One very stupid 6th year boy isn't bright enough to clear my area in front of the fire. Huh. I'll show him just who runs this place. As I flop down into my usual chair, I click my fingers at the boy, not even turning to face him.
"Go and get Blaise and Pansy, NOW," I say through gritted teeth. Instantly, he jumps up and runs out to follow my orders. Why am I so enraged, you ask? Well, have you read that fucking piece of cat litter, HG Weekly? You have? Then don't ask stupid questions.
"D, whattup, dawg," I cannot even go to the damn toilet to take a fucking PISS without being fucking FOLLOWED by fucking CAMERAS and fucking REPORTERS ! You know they trailed me here?"
I stop to take a breath as my two best friends exchange frightened glances. And I can't blame them; I'm surprised they're still hanging around. My eyes sweep over the room and –oh, HELL NO. Which IDIOT had the NERVE to leave this piece of shit where I can see it?
I grab the copy of that dreaded magazine some fool stupidly abandoned on the table in fron of me and hurl it into the fireplace, wathing in satisfaction as it instantly alights and burns to a crisp.
NARRATO P.O.V
Just look around you at the Slytherin Common Room. Look at the terrified faces surrounding us. How often do you see Slytherins this afraid? Exactly. This only goes to prove just who much fear Draco puts into the hearts of his housemates. They are all either hiding in corners or are tiptoeing around un-intrusively, but all are silent.
All know that, in this mood, only Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson can handle Draco.
DRACO P.O.V
"Draco, let me ask you a question," Blaise turns to me, dark eyes more serious than I've ever sent them." Are you angry because of what the papes are printing or are you angry because you wish what they were printing was true?" The two watch me in silence, waiting for my answer. But I don't have one. I want to scream at them a denial, tell them they're wrong. But… I can't. My mouth is dry and refuses to form words. The silence is deafening. I can hear the blood roaring in my eears and, for the first time in my life, I don't have a smart reply or a good comeback. For the first time in my life, I have nothing to say…
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