Mr Maybe
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You Know You Love Me…
PREVIOUSLY ON MR MAYBE…"What's Wrong? What did I do?"
I don't know what you think you're doing, but, whatever… sick game you're playing, please do NOT involve me in it."
"What was the date that Hermione got hit by that wretched potion?"
"5th September"
"For the past month you've been head-over-heels in love with… Draco Malfoy."
"DUMBLEDORE! This is all your fault. The Head Girl fled a classroom this morning after she found out what's been going on for the past month!!"
"I hope I wasn't wrong about this one…"
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
PROMISES, DISCOVERIES AND INTERESTING CONVERSATIONS…
17:28/ WEDNESAT 6TH OCTOBER/ LIBRARY/ BOOKSHELF AT VERY BACK OF ROOM
DRACO P.O.V
I don't know where Hermione slept last night but it wasn't in her room. And, no, before you laugh, it isn't sad to spend three or four hours waiting up for her despite the fact that you are practically off your hear. I'm really beginning to regret those last few bottles of Firewhisky, though. You see, I don't get hangovers but I do get headaches.
Really bad headaches.
And, yes, I know I should probably be in bed but, when you're Draco Malfoy, there are always more important things to do.
That is why Blaise, Potter (yes, Potter, don't ask stupid questions) and I are hiding behind a bookshelf at the back of the Library. I am peering through a gap in the shelf at the beautiful, brown haired girl seated a table in the section beyond. My hear is skipping three or four beats more than usual and I keep having to swallow hard in order to keep my has eaten dinner down. I can't help but feel a bit disgusted at myself. I mean, Draco Malfoy? Nervous? A month ago, I would have thought anxiety some affliction suffered by everyone but me, but, then again, a month ago I wasn't hopelessly in love with Hermione Granger and I wouldn't have been caught dead with any of Dumbledore's wonder trio.
"Now, remember Draco," Blaise whispers, eyes on the Head Girl, "Don't panic and resort to insults if she's not receptive to you. It won't help your already pathetic case at all."
I give him an incredulous look. Doesn't he know who he's talking to?
"Blaise, really," I reply in a pitying tone," since when do I panic?"
My best friend merely rolls his eyes while Potter snorts in apparent amusement.
"Since you got yourself hung up over my best friend and drank yourself practically into a catatonic coma," he sniggers. So, boy thinks he's got jokes?
"Shut the Hell up, Potter," I say in a quiet, dangerous voice without turning to look at him. He's lucky that he's helping me out or the only way he would've been leaving the Library would've been on a stretcher.
OK, here goes. Taking a deep breath to calm my jumpy nerves, I leave my two companions; walk around the tall shelf and into the section. Hermione is sitting at the longest table in the otherwise deserted section, head bent over her books, biting the tip of her eagle feather quill, a finger running down her page and her bag beside her on the table. The last beams of sunlight stream though the large windows, lighting up the are around her, making her glossy, chocolate waves a shining halo. She looks breathtakingly beautiful and I pause in my tracks for a moment, awestruck.
Seemingly unaware of my entrance, she doesn't even glance up as I sit in the chair directly across from her. This is one of the things that I love about her. The way that she doesn't let anything distract her when she's studying. And the way she bites her lip when she's committing something to memory… even thought it's very distracting. As I watch her, entrance, memories of what those lips feel like, how soft they are, come flooding back.
My hands are clammy, my fingers twitching nervously. What do I do now? Maybe I didn't think this through well enough…
HERMIONE P.O.V
What in God's name does Malfoy want? Isn't the fact that, for the past month, I have been publicly humiliating myself, enough for him? Does he have to come and rub it in my face as well? It's so annoying. I can't remember anything from after Neville spilled the potion up till waking up yesterday morning and I don't like it one bit. I'm the only one with no knowledge of what I've been up to under that wretched potion's influence.
Why in God's name is he fidgeting so much? He probably knows that I hate it so he's doing it on purpose just to annoy me? AARGH!
I look up, ready to give him a piece of my mind, only to find that his eyes are already on me. They're oddly disconcerting, as if they know something I don't. Which, considering the recent situation, they probably do.
"What?" I ask sharply, an eyebrow raised. He appears to wake up from a trance, blinking several times, before looking at me, seemingly startled.
"I-I just wanted to talk to you," he says, slowly, eyes roving over my face. He-he what? OK, I'm starting to think he's on something because, for whatever reason, he seems sincere.
I give him my best 'are-you-sure-you're-all-there?" look. What is this boy's problem? I figured he'd be glad the potion had completed its effects on me.
"I don't know what you're up to," I say, slowly, eyes on his eager ones" But go away. Please."
His expression changes at my words, and, if I didn't know any better, I'd think that he looks more hurt than I've ever seen anybody be in my entire life. But, come one, people. This is Malfoy we're talking about. The icy Slytherin Prince. He can't feel anything.
"Why?" he asks, adding a hint of that fake hurt to his voice. And the Oscar for Best Dramatic Performance goes to…
"Because you're annoying me, that's why," I snap, almost unable to believe my ears. HA! If he really thinks that this 'little boy lost' routine of his is going to work on me, he's got another thing coming. I've learnt the hard way never to trust a Malfoy. And, therefore, I am going to ignore the fact that he now looks even more hurt.
Sighing in irritation, I return to my reading.
DRACO P.O.V
I sit here in hurt and disappointed silence, watching her. You know, up until recently I'd thought I was a very lucky guy. I have good looks, bags of money, popularity and can instil the fear of God into anyone. But, after yesterday, I'm seriously beginning to doubt that. I mean, how unlucky must you be to fall in love with a girl, realise it and finally get the guts to tell her, only to have her return to hating your guts the very next day. #
Her words shatter my cool façade and leave me despairing. It never quite hit me just how much she hates me, until now. Her honey eyes, which I've seen can be warm and inviting, are cold and filled with loathing.
And it hurts.
It hurts so much I can barely breathe.
HERMIONE P.O.V
A few minutes later…
What is wrong with that boy? Why is he still sitting there?
I look up from my book and glare right into his unreadable eyes.
"Why can't you just leave me alone?" I snap, making my dislike of him plain by dripping it from every syllable. He doesn't appear to react to my words; he just sits there watching me with what I'm sure is a mocking glint in his eye. Oh, for God's sake.
"Fine," I mutter, grabbing my bag and standing up. I push back my chair and walk out, leaving Malfoy still seated at the table.
DRACO P.O.V
I gaze desperately at her retreating back. This little meeting didn't go exactly as I'd hoped, to say the very least. She won't even give me a chance. Just one chance, that's all I need to prove myself to her.
"Damn, mate," comes a male voice from behind me, " You seriously fucked that up! She left so quick, there's skid marks on her chair!"
"Oh, come on, Zabini," a calmer one-Potter-admonishes," It's hardly unexpected; she hates him, remember."
I get up and turn around to see Blaise and Pothe-Potter, I mean (ugh), have now joined me in the section.
"Thanks, you two" I bark, sarcastically. "That really makes me feel a lot better."
My stupid and insensitive companions exchange glances. I'm hardly surprised at Blaise's lack of consideration, I mean, he's a Slytherin and I've obviously taught him well, but Potter? Isn't he the King of emotion? Just look at all that pathetic dram a back in 3rd Year. Yeah, that;s right. I know all about the fainting spells and all that shit. Potter thought it was a secret, but the entire Year knew about the episodes a couple of hours after each one.
"Ah, sorry, mate," Blaise says, in a tone that is as close to consolation as he will ever get. "Look, don't lose hope, yea? Try and be friends with her first, maybe. She may come around. After all, that's what happened to you."
I don't know why he even bothers trying to pretend to be sympathetic.
The way that he's sniggering oh-so-quietly further proves my point.
18:14/ WEDNESDAY 6TH OCTOBER/ HEADS' QUARTERS/ COMMON ROOM
HERMIONE P.O.V
You know, even when you've had a Hell of a day, it's somehow the simple things in life that seem to make it all better. Things like a chick flick and an endless supply of popcorn.
That is why, having completed all my homework, I am on my way up to my room, with a large bowl of popcorn. In order to relax and recharge my batteries, I am going to watch the classic films: Clueless and Pretty Woman.
Everywhere I go, I 'm hounded by people asking me questions about my 'relationship' with Malfoy, and, I'm thinking, what relationship? The boy hates the very ground I walk on-we're hardly even friends, let alone that. All I can say is thank God that I know practically every secret passageway in Hogwarts, because I've been using them to avoid the hundreds of photographers and reporters that seem intent on following me.
KNOCK!! KNOCK!!
I pause just in front of my door at the sound, hand still raised to open it. Oh, for God's sake. Who could that be? Why can't I just be left alone for once? I trail slowly back down the stairs and over to the door. Please do not tell me it's yet another idiot requesting an 'exclusive interview' with me…
I pull open the crystal doorknob and wait patiently for the portrait to reveal my visitor.
"Why weren't you at Dinner?" Ron asks, a suspicious frown on his face. A small smile of relief comes to my face as I take in my two best friends. Even thought it's quite evident that I probably won't get to watch my movies, the alternative isn't too bad.
I'm forced to take a step back as they invite themselves in. Harry smile almost apologetically at me as Ron continues his rant on how worried they were, how I can't just do things like this, etcetera, etcetera. And, even though it's slightly irritating, it's also a bit touching as well.
I roll my eyes, playfully, and motion to them to follow me as I walk back up the stairs and into my room. On the far wall, opposite my bed, is the large, wide screen, HD TV that I bewitched to work in Hogwarts and my DVD player, set to begin the movie. Ignoring it, I settle onto my bed, resting against the headboard, while Harry and Ron sit before me on the duvet.
"Look, Mione," Harry begins, seriously, "You're probably busy, so we'll make this quick. We came 'cause we think you have a right to know what's been going on during the past month."
Oh, finally someone sees fit to clue me in as to just what I've been doing for the past month. I was beginning to fear I would have to ask or something, and risk looking desperate.
"When the Potion hit you, you became completely obsessed with Malfoy-"
"Utterly, dreadfully, disgustingly obsessed with Malfoy-" Ron butts in.
"You were determined to make him fall in love with you…"
What? Me? Obsessed with Malfoy? Determined to make him fall in love with me? Oh, God. It's worse than I thought. I sit in shocked silence as the two take turns in telling me the sick, twisted tale that has been my life for the past month. How, contrary to everyone's expectations, he didn't get himself sent off to Azkhaban and how, mysteriously, we became (ugh) friends. How Hogwarts' media got involved and became convinced that the two of us were going out (oh, Lord, the horror) and how HG Weekly managed to convince the entire school that we'd been a couple since Voldemort's defeat and had planned (HA! As if…) the LVI, as it came to be known, so as to have an excuse for becoming an official couple.
"So, in the end, you guys were really good friends," Harry explains, bringing their tale to a close. I nod, slowly, my mind reeling with all I've been told
"The press aren't likely to leave you alone for the foreseeable future, so it's best to try and get used to it," Ron continues. When I don't say anything, the two exchange glances.
"Uh, yeah, so we'll leave you to think about it," Harry says, he and Ron sliding off my bed. After one last wave, they leave the room. I stare at the door as it swings shut behind them, lost in thought.
Friends with Malfoy? Slytherin Prince and the world's biggest bastard, but my apparent ex-foe? So that's why he's been so nice. And I thought he was just on drugs or something.
What on Earth could have made him want to be friends with me? A (as he always oh-so-delicately puts it) dirty, filthy mudblood? How could we have been friends? Well, that's no longer going to be possible. The Potion's worn off and my dislike of him, returned. Things can go back to normal…
So then why doesn't the thought of being friends with him sound like such a bad thing?
18:22/ WEDNESDAY 6TH OCTOBER/ 2ND FLOOR/ GIRLS' TOILETS
NARRATOR P.O.V
It is common knowledge that the vast majority of Hogwarts' rumours originate from the Girls' Toilets on the 2nd Floor. It is widely speculated that HG Weekly's Headquarters are here, as the magazines always seems to be on top of every story and every exclusive. We need to catch up on all our other gossip, having been focussed only on 'Dramione', and that is why I have dragged you away from Dinner so urgently. Being in the know is far more important than anything else, dahling…
Pansy Parkinson is at the mirror above the sinks, touching up her makeup. We entered just before she did and, the Toilet having two sections (a la Bluewater in Kent), she didn't see us when she came in.
Just as Pansy starts to roll a lipgloss wand over her plump mouth, the third most beautiful and popular girl in school, Ginny Weasley, emerges from the last cubicle and walks over the washbasin two down from the blonde's. The Slytherin gives her a slight smile to which Ginny reciprocates as she starts to reapply her own makeup.
There is silence as each touches up their mascara, eye shadow and lipgloss. It is evident that each is an expert at this. Rather than putting on inches of makeup, they are simply adding small touches to enhance their natural beauty. As Ginny adds a dab of eyeliner, Pansy turns to her slightly.
"It's shitty, what's going on, isn't?"
Ginny looks at her, inquisitively.
"With Draco and Hermione, I mean," she explains. Ginny nods in comprehension as Pansy rummages through her makeup bag.
"Yeah, I never thought I'd say this, but I actually feel really sorry for him," the auburn haired witch says.
"Same. He's devastated," Pansy nods, wide eyed. "I've known Draco for a very long time and he's never really one to show emotion, but I can see what others can't. He's practically losing it."
"And they seemed really happy together," Ginny says.
"I've never seen him happier, you know," Pansy replies, a little sadly. "We need to make sure they end up together, they both love each other. Hermione just needs to find that out. So, I'm glad that we didn't tell him the whole truth about the Potion."
Her companion nods, inspecting her reflection in the mirror, and the blonde gets out a small brush from her bag. She strokes her wavy locks with it for moment, before glancing sideways at the younger girl, as if unsure whether or not to ask her something.
"So, is there anyone you like?" she asks, almost shyly (I know, Pansy Parkinson, one of the most feared people at Hogwarts, shy? It's just not right, is it?). The other girl turns to her, eyebrows raised, before watching her for a moment, as if considering whether to answer.
"Well, I think Harry's kinda cute," she admits, slowly, a rosy blush coming to her cheeks
"I kinda guessed," Pansy smiles, as the door swings open and a 7th Year Hufflepuff walks in. the two fall silent and smile slightly at the girl when she waves at them. As soon as she realises that their conversation is a private one, she rushes into our section, respectfully. Ginny turns anxiously to Pansy, her face even redder than before.
"How," she asks, embarrassed. "Is it obvious?"
"No," the blonde reassures her," It's just that girls always notice these things." Ginny sighs in relief as Pansy runs her fingers through her armpit length blonde hair before looking back at the youngest Weasley.
"Two months ago, I never would've thought I'd be saying this, but, I, uh, really like your brother," she say, hesitantly, chocolate eyes now cast down. Her companion grins at her.
"I kinda guessed, too," she admits. Pansy giggles, shyly, her eyes finally coming up to meet the other girl's. The two are silent for a moment, each packing their cosmetic bags away. As she zips up her bag, Pansy turns back to Ginny.
"Harry seems the jealous type, remember Cho and Cedric back in 4th Year?" she comments, "You might be able to use that to your advantage to get his attention. It shouldn't take a lot; you're a very pretty girl."
At her words, Ginny throws her head back in laughter.
"You won't be needing any of that, it's obvious that Ron likes you," she replies, a smile still on her face. "He's never been very good at hiding his feelings. "
Pansy picks up her bag and two leave the toilet together, still laughing.
Well, this news is certainly more interesting than I'd expected. Let's see if we can use it to our advantage…
19: 01/ WEDNESDAY 6TH OCTOBER/ 2ND FLOOR/ SOME RANDOM CORRIDOR
DRACO P.O.V
I am pissed. Pissed as Hell. The recent encounter with Hermione hasn't stopped racing through my head for even one second and I just… I never realised just how much- no, I never cared about just how much she hated me. It didn't matter to me. She didn't matter to me. If only that were the case now…
I'm wandering aimlessly around the 2nd Floor, avoiding going back to my quarters so as not to have to come across her. After Blaise and Potter's so called 'well-thought-out' plan went up in flames, I left the Library and started stalking the Hallways, thinking that perhaps terrorising the other students would appease my bad mood. So far, it's done little to help apart from giving me some thinking time to (in theory, anyway) come up with a plan.
And my stress level is near boiling point. I need to find a way to let off some steam-
"You! Sixty points for talking too loudly!" I bellow at a 5th Year Hufflepuff who jumps three feet into the air at the sound of my voice. Her companion whirls around, face screwed up in outraged confusion. I stare back at her, eyes narrowed. Am I supposed to care that they were whispering and my aggravated nerves are to blame? No, I didn't think so.
"But, we were just-"
"And thirty more for answering back," I add, continuing on my journey and ignoring the two girls' stutter of protest. Ah, I feel a lot better already. And, by the time I've passed the Ravenclaw quarters, my mood is beginning to mellow and a plan is fully formed.
Perhaps it would be a good idea if I were to become friend with Hermione first and make her realise that, deep down, maybe she doesn't hate me as much as she thinks. I still can't remember what Pansy was telling me about that dreaded Potion last night (an annoying after effect of Firewhisky induced hangovers is that you forget quite a lot of what was said to you while you were under its' effects the next day), but, hey, it couldn't have been that important, right?
08:42/ FRIDAY 8TH OCTOBER/ GREAT HALL/ BREAKFAST
NARRATOR P.O.V
"Have you heard the latest Dramione news? Apparently, they broke up again the other day…"
"Totally, I heard Hermione's pretending that she was actually hit by a Love Potion and that she was pretending to date Draco as a prank!"
"Word on the street is that Malfoy's devastated. Can't eat, can't sleep, the whole nine yards…"
"Well, which guy wouldn't be having a hard time trying to get over Hermione Granger? Cut the guy some slack…"
"I heard Draco fell in love with her and, when she realised, she dumped him 'cause she doesn't feel the same way…
"Nah, that's bullshit. Sources close to the couple say it's just another fake-up…"
"Well, we'll just have to wait for HG Weekly's next paper to find out…"
17:24/ FRIDAY 8TH OCTOBER/ THE FIELDS/ NEAR SIDE OF LAKE
NARRATOR P.O.V
Just three days after Hermione Granger stalked out of DADAS, changing the world as we know it, all at Hogwarts know about what happened. If we thought that she was getting hounded before, it is nothing compared to now.
You see, the thing is that, the first time Hermione and Draco 'broke up', everyone thought they were faking it as a few days later they were as close as before. But, now… well, we all know what's going on now…
Hermione and Ginny Weasley, the unbelievably beautiful sister of Ron Weasley, are sitting by the Great Lake, chatting and laughing. Prior to Ginny's arrival, Hermione had been sitting there all alone, having turned down the many invitation to join the numerous other groups clustered around the Lake. Many, you ask. Well, in case you weren't aware, Hermione Granger is one of the three most popular girls at Hogwarts. Not only was she instrumental in the defeat of Voldemort, but also she is the Golden Girl of Gryffindor (and indeed the entire magical world), astonishingly clever and a member of one of the two most exulted cliques at Hogwarts. And the fact that she's stunningly beautiful doesn't hurt either.
Just look at how 'discreet' people are being as they watch the laughing two. And you don't have to psychic to know why both sexes are doing it.
The guys are doing it for obvious reasons. They're ecstatic that Hermione Granger is finally single gain and they all have hope that they'll be allowed to date her. I mean, if Harry Potter and Ron Weasley permitted Draco Malfoy to date their precious golden girl, then anyone else must be in with a chance, right?
And the girls? Well, it's common knowledge that Draco Malfoy is on of the hottest (if not the hottest) guys at Hogwarts. They want to see if Hermione looks upset or unhappy to any degree. No one wants to risk crossing her by even breathing near Draco if she seems even very slightly upset. Messing with Hermione means messing with the Golden Trio and no one wants to do that.
Why aren't the guys looking at Ginny, you ask. Well, it is also common knowledge that Harry Potter (yes, him…) is feeling her and no one wants to mess with him.
No one with at least half a brain, that is…
20:33/ FRIDAY 8TH OCTOBER/ HEADS' QUARTERS/ DRACO'S ROOM
DRACO P.O.V
TO: Slytherinbrother
FROM: SlytherinDragon
SUBJECT: life is seriously fucked up, sometimes…
Blaise, man, I've had an epiphany.
I think all my father's bad Karma from his dealing with V must have been transferred now that he's rotting six feet under. I mean, how unlucky must u b to tell a chick you love her, forgetting all about some dreaded potion, only to have it wear off the next bloody day…
TO: Slytherindragon
FROM: Slytherinbrother
SUBJECT: No pity here…
Look, man, I would feel sorry for you and agree with you, except for one small thing…
This it for one small thing…
This is YOUR own damn Karma coming back to haunt you, not your father's.
You seem to be forgetting one little thing.
You were a complete bastard to her for six years, remember?
TO: Slytherinbrother
FROM: SlytherinDragon
SUBJECT: Thanx for the support…
Yep, I haven't forgotten; thanx so much for reminding me.
Note To Self: never show Blaise any pity/ support in his hour of need.
I know I don't deserve her for being such a blind prat all this time, but that doesn't change how I feel about her. I know you could never feel this way about anyone.
You're too in love with yourself for that…
TO: Slytherindragon
FROM: Slytherinbrother
A month ago, I would have said the exact same thing about you and you would have agreed without hesitation. And now look which boat you're sinking in…
Moving on, have you thought of a plan to make her fall for you, yet?
TO: Slytherinbrother S
FROM: Slytherindragon
OF COURSEWhat d'ya take me for? Of course. I'll be friends wit her first, then, hopefully, by Halloween we'll be close enough for me to ask her to the Ball…
BTW, who are you going wit?
TO: Slytherindragon
FROM: Slytherinbrother
I'm so good-looking, I can take anyone I choose…I'm thinking of asking Parvati… that girl is FINE, man!!
Anyway, got to go. I have to go look for some random chick so I can get laid before bedtime…
It's been fun, D… Chin up…
21:13/ FRIDAY 8TH OCTOBER/ 2ND FLOOR/ CORRIDOR OUTSIDE HEADS' QUARTERS
NARRATOR P.O.V
The youngest Weasley pounds hard at the door of the Heads' Quarters, straightened auburn locks swaying with the effort. She appears to be so excited that she is rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet. Tut, tut, Miss Weasley. Aren't you supposed to be in your own Common Room at this hour? Though we can hardly talk…
It is a few moments before we see the portrait begin to swing away from the hole, revealing the Head Boy. As soon as she spots his visitor, a look of surprise crosses his face.
Nodding once at him, she barges in, uninvited. He steps back, following her and the portrait begins to swing closed. Quick! Walk in but be inconspicuous.
"Hermione isn't here," he explains, standing over the girl like the intruder she kinda is. "She's- she's sleeping in your Tower."
Ginny turns to face him, practically jumping with excitement.
"I know," she replies, face alight. "It's just that I think I've found a way to make Harry notice me and Hermione, you."
There is a momentary silence in which the Slytherin Prince raises an eyebrow, delicately.
"I'm listening…"
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