Mr Maybe
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I'm kinda not looking forward to the release of TDH because I have a feeling that Draco's going to die… why, don't ask. I'm so scared… anyway…
You Know You Love Me…
PREVIOUSLY ON MR MAYBE…
"Miss Granger, Miss Granger! How do you feel about Miss Weasley and Mr Malfoy's relationship?
"I wish them only the best."
"I'm not so sure about this anymore. It doesn't seem to be working."
"Albus! Albus! How could this happen! Ginny Weasley and Draco Malfoy? Going out?"
"My dear Friends, cease in your worrying! Everything is happening as it should! Remember, you are welcome to change your date up to three times, so there is no need to panic."
"I want to find out exactly what happened between Draco and I."
CHAPTER NINETEEN
FLASHBACKS, CONFESSIONS AND A TRIP TO THE LAKE…
11:14/ FRIDAY 15TH OCTOBER/ CLASSROOM 29/ DADA
HERMIONE P.O.V
It's been two days since I had that weird… well, I guess it must have been a flashback, and I've been trying not to think too much about it, or Draco for that matter. For some reason, I get these weird stirrings in my stomach whenever I think of it and, as they're not particularly pleasant, I'm doing my best to ignore them and concentrate on my studies. It's working quite well, actually… so far, anyway…
Sighing heavily, I turn a page in my book and continue scribbling down notes from the board. Lupin pauses for a moment to look down at his own notes and I take the opportunity to take a short break, scanning the room idly.
My gaze lands on a certain platinum haired boy seated at the table directly in front of mine- his fingers are moving furiously, typing in something on his phone. The phone that I, according to Harry, gave him just two or three weeks ago.
My eyes shift to Pansy who, unsurprisingly, is not paying any attention whatsoever to Lupin, but is instead facing us, or rather, my fiery tempered best friend. The two are laughing and chatting. I smile faintly. I'm happy that they're finally together. I love Lavender to death, but she is way to fluffy for Ron. Pansy is a lot more grounded.
I decided during breakfast that it would probably be best to see Dumbledore. The man's a genius. He'll definitely know what to do. And I need to get my head straight and move on to finding out what happened between me and Draco on an unofficial level.
There isn't really anything to worry about, though. I mean, it's not like anything too bad went down, is it?
11:17/ FRIDAY 15TH OCTOBER/ DUNGEON 19/ POTIONS
NARRATOR P.O.V
The female half of the newest It Couple is steadfastly ignoring her classmates mutters about her and Draco, and is instead scribbling down notes from the board.
"I heard that they're engaged!"
" That's bullshit. They're planning to elope on Sunday, I heard it from Theodore Nott, himself!"
"Yeah, well, Laura told Ashley who told Sarah who told Becky who told me that apparently Snape caught them doing the deed on his desk."
"No way!"
"Yes way!"
The gorgeous redhead rolls her emerald eyes and taps her quill impatiently on her desk. The Dolce bag that we happen to know Hermione got her for her 16th birthday vibrates and she reaches into it and removes her phone. Let's lean in to get a closer look…
It's an email from Draco…
FROM: Silverdragon
TO: Ladavinny
SUBJECT: Another idea for our little plan…
I was thinking that we should all go to the Fields tonight. The entire group… which should aid us in our plot…
What d'ya think?
Ginny smiles slightly and, after glancing around to make sure that she's being watched (not closely enough to be able to see what she's actually writing, but close enough to see that she's writing something), starts to type in a reply…
FROM: Ladavinny
TO: Silverdragon
SUBJECT: Good idea, D…
Yeah, I'll tell everybody… I don't think I told you, but Harry and I are now together! Our plan is working already!
But don't worry cause I'm still gonna help you get H.
See you at lunch, hun… lol… )
She presses send and a few seconds pass before her phone vibrates once more…
FROM: Silverdragon
TO: Ladavinny
SUBJECT: This was a very good idea…
Yep, congrats, G…
Thanx…
She smiles once again, replacing the phone in her bag.
"Who's emailing you?" the blonde haired girl on Ginny's right asks, eagerly, eyes bright. The redhead ignores her, returning to her former occupation of note taking. Giggling shrilly, the blonde turns to her neighbour and starts whispering that it's a love note from Draco.
Ginny rolls her eyes once again.
18:23/ FRIDAY 15TH OCTOBER/ 1ST FLOOR/ YET ANOTHER RANDOM CORRIDOR
NARRATOR P.O.V
As the second-in-command of the Silver Trio struts down the corridor, the few students who haven't gone to dinner leap out of his way. Everyone knows not to mess with him by expecting him to move out of your way. It is taken for granted that the Blaise Zabini or any other member of the Golden or Silver Trios for that matter, must be heading somewhere far more important than anyone else's destination.
Suddenly, Ron Weasley emerges from around the corner just as Blaise is passing it. The two almost collide but miss as a result of Ron taking a quick step back. The two recognise each other and laugh, raucously, before slapping hands in some very complicated, typically male handshake, then moving to continue their walk together. We continue following them… at a safe distance, please. If you don't care about your own skin, at least spare a thought for mine…
"You headed to The Fields, right?" Blaise asks.
"Yep," Ron agrees, "It's all part of their little plan."
(Did you notice how he just avoided mentioning any names? You never know if anyone's listening.)
"I practically wet myself laughing reading that HG Weekly the other day."
"Yeah, same… could this get any more ridiculous? I mean first Draco tells Mione he loves her to late in the game and now this? It's like a bloody curse…"
They nod 'hellos' at a greeting from a fellow 7th Year, a Hufflepuff. They wait for her to disappear round the bend before turning back to their conversation.
"That's so true, dude," Blaise continues," I was thinking the exact same thing just yesterday. It can only get better from her, anyway. I hope."
The two continue on in silence for a few moments.
"So, you and Pansy, huh?" he asks, a slight smirk on his face.
"Yep," his auburn haired companion replies, a wide grin gracing his features.
"You know that if you hurt her, I'll have to kill you?"
Ron nods, chuckling lightly.
"I wouldn't have expected anything less. We've admitted that we like each other but we're not going to make it official by telling anyone but you guys, or going out on a proper date or anything like that. Right now, we've agreed to put all our attention on Hermione and Draco. I've never forgotten how she helped me get over Lavender…"
Blaise nods at this and tugs open the main door that we have now reached. We follow them at a distance as they walk across the grounds, towards the Fields…
18: 23/ FRIDAY 15TH OCTOBER/ 3RD FLOOR/ PORTRAIT GALLERY
HERMIONE P.O.V
I hope that he's there; cause coming all this way for nothing would be a complete waste of time…
I walk hurriedly through the gallery, not even stopping to glance at the paintings the way I normally do. My YSL Downtown bag buzzes and, acting on instinct, I reach into it and pull out my phone.
Ah, an email from Ginny…
FROM: Ladavinny
TO: Mioneswan
SUBJECT: You have to come…
We're all headed to the Fields, you coming?
I send her a quick reply that, yes, but I'll be late as I have something to do first. I press 'send', snap my phone closed and blink hard at the realisation that I've walked all this way mindlessly. OK, here we go.
"Sugar Quills," I tell the stone gargoyle guarding the entrance…
19: 14/ FRIDAY 15TH OCTOBER/ THE FIELDS/ BESIDE THE GREAT LAKE
NARRATOR P.O.V
"Wait, wait, wait. Listen to this bit," Harry chokes out, eyes streaming, as the rest bend over double. "Rumour has it that the two were caught having sex on the desk in Dungeon 19 by none other than Snape himself and only managed to escape punishment by bribing him…"
As he trails off, the entire group, consisting of Pansy, Ginny, Draco, Blaise and Ron collapse into peels of uncontrollable laughter. Ron is stamping the floor with his foot, as Blaise and Ginny almost wet themselves laughing. Draco is the first to regain his composure and prises the copy of Hogwarts' Herald from The Boy Who Lived's yielding fingers.
" I can't believe that people actually believe this piece of shit," he muses, examining the headline incredulous. Harry is the next to recover.
"I know. Oh, God, that was funny."
The group relaxes back onto the bank, Ginny plucking grass from the ground. They look out at the lake. The auburn haired witch's gaze, however, is instead on the nearest oak tree. She squints and cranes her head, slightly, before tapping Draco, who is seated beside her. He turns to her, an eyebrow raised.
"Look right there," she says, pointing at a specific point in the tree's leaves. Look up, too, will you. There's something glinting… like the reflection off a camera lens.
"Dear God," Draco murmurs, the slight breeze ruffling his hair. "Don't those people have lives?"
Silence reigns once again as Ron gently strokes Pansy's hair, spilled over from where she's laid her head in his lap.
"Where's Mione?" Ginny asks, pulling out her phone. "I'm going to email her."
She turns around and catches sight of the Gryffindor Princess herself, coming down the bank. Ah, there she is. The two girls present wave to the steadily descending caramel haired witch, who smiles and waves back…
Wait a minute… why has she suddenly just stopped moving?
Draco and I collapse to the ground and are now rolling down the grassy slope.
I've never laughed so hard in my life and, as we roll down the slope, his arms remain wrapped tightly around me. I barely notice the small rocks and clumps of grass that dig into my back every couple of seconds or so as I'm too wrapped up in how good his strong, well built, frankly huggable body feels pressed against mine…
As the slope gives way to the relatively flat piece of land just by the water's edge, we come to an abrupt stop. I remain on top of Draco, giggling down at him. He's laughing up at me, eyes watering from the exertion. We just lay here, clutching each other tightly, my hands now resting gently on his shoulders, laughing so hard we could almost wet ourselves…
I jerk awake and stumble slightly. Just like last time. My eyes dart around the immediate area. Just like last time. But, unlike last time, my gaze is taking in stars, the night sky and crystal-like lake. And, unlike last time, I'm not alone, but rather surrounded by my friends. Who are all demanding to know what the heck is going on (in Pansy's words, not mine).
"What's wrong, Mione?" Ginny's worried face swims into view. I breathe in deeply, exhale and pat her arm, consolingly.
"Nothing, hun," I reassure her and the blonde haired witch before me. "Just something going down the wrong way."
Seeming to accept my admittedly pathetic excuse, the two girls pull me down to the rest of the group. As we walk, I can't stop myself from looking over at Draco, who, it turns out, is watching me, silent. I take a seat between Harry and Ginny, our eyes still locked. His expression is unreadable and enigmatic and pulls me in. His eyes are the deepest blue imaginable… they're, well, there's no other word for it, beautiful. I look closer. Why do they look so…empty, though. As if the person behind them packed up and left a long time ago. If the eyes are the window to the soul, then this window's locked, barred and boarded up… but what could have made them like this?
Just as I'm pondering this, he turns away. Ginny goes to sit next to him and he puts an arm around her. I look away, barely registering the fact that Blaise, Pansy, Ron and Harry have taken out their phones.
I don't like seeing those two like that and I don't know why…
NARRATOR P.O.V
FROM: Slytherinbrother
TO: Daboihu
FORWARDED TO: Pachica/ Gingernut
SUBJECT: Did you see that?
I know you three caught that little exchange… D&H were so hot, I wanted to hose them off. HA! HA!
The plan is so working…
FROM: Pachica
TO: Slytherinbrother
FORWARDED TO: Daboihu/ Gingernut
SUBJECT: I know!
Tell me about it! I bet she thought that little glance was private… IT WASN'T. I wouldn't be surprised if that pap up in the tree caught it too.
Yeah, plan is definitely working… and a lot faster than I thought. I mean, we all know how stubborn dis gal is.
FROM: Slytherinbrother
TO: Daboihu
FORWARDED TO: Pachica / Gingernut
SUBJECT: Thought you were gonna keep it on the DL, eh?
I've heard all about you and G… well, it's about fucking time! I mean, it's like everyone knew but the gal herself that u had it bad for her. I'm surprised she didn't know for so long…
Major respect, bruh…
FROM: Daboihu
TO: Slytherinbrother
FORWARDED TO: Pachica/ Gingernut
SUBJECT: Uh, thanx…
Yeah, but it can't get out… for obvious reasons…
FROM: Slytherinbrother
TO: Daboihu
FORWARDED TO: Pachica/ Gingernut
SUBJECT: Dun worry, bruh
K, secret's safe wit me…you gotta be careful, though, init…
FROM: Gingernut
TO: Pachica
FORWARDED TO: Daboihu/ Slytherinbrother
SUBJECT: I'm confused
Why are we emailing each other, again? I mean, we're all sitting right next to each other…
FROM: Pachica
TO: Gingernut
FORWARDED TO: Daboihu/ Slytherinbrother
SUBJECT: Dear God, save us
Uh, because honey, H is sitting RIGHT HERE AS WELL!!
Why on Earth am I dating you, again?
FROM: Gingernut
TO: Pachica
FORWARDED TO: Daboihu/ Slytherinbrother
SUBJECT: Uh…
Cause I'm so good-looking and you can't resist me?
I think…
FROM: Pachica
TO: Gingernut
FORWARDED TO: Daboihu/ Slytherinbrother
SUBJECT: Oh, yeah…
Ah, yes, now I remember
FROM:Slytherinbrother
TO: Pachica
FORWARDED TO:Daboihu/ Gingernut
SUBJECT: Dear Lord, spare us…
Can you guys not do things like that when we have to be privy to it…
FROM: Daboihu
TO: Gingernut
FORWARDED TO: Pachica/ Slytherinbrother
SUBJECT: Thank you, B…
I couldn't agree more…
HERMIONE P.O.V
I stir, uncomfortable. I'm not so sure that coming was such a great idea. Dumbledore did tell me to expect more flashbacks, more reminders of the past month. However unwelcome they may be.
I've been sitting here, silent for the past half hour, just musing over that little somersault my stomach did when I saw Draco put his arm around Ginny. I haven't contributed at all to the lively conversation, preferring to just stare out at the lake. I have, however, noticed all but Ginny, Draco and I frequently looking at their phones and typing 'discreetly' at regular intervals. I wonder what they're talking about.
All these weird feelings must just be tiredness…
00:42/ SATURDAY 16TH OCTOBER/ HEAD'S QUARTERS/ HERMIONE'S ROOM
HERMIONE P.O.V
Lord, I am actually tired. Why did stay so long? Draco and I just got back, our truce making it so we had to walk back together.
I tug the baggy t-shirt over my head and pull on my boy shorts. You see, I like to be comfortable when I sleep. None of this sexy, tight, little nighties for me…
KNOCK! KNOCK!!
Who on Earth could that be at this time of night? I pull myself away from the seductive warmth of my bed and walk hesitantly over to the door. It couldn't be who I think it is, could it?
I pull open the door to see the suspected platinum haired boy standing right in front of me, holding… a loaded cookie tray? Wha- in my surprise, I take a step back, allowing him to step in, leaving the door ajar.
"They're for you," he explains, nodding at the goodies. I give him an incredulous look, but, for some reason, he appears earnest. And we do have a truce. So I take them and set the tray on the nearest surface, before selecting a particularly scrumptious looking cookie and taking a tentative bite. Mmm… As the delicious crumbs spread over my tongue, I only just stop myself from groaning in pleasure, but close my eyes as the sweet, chocolaty taste slips down my throat.
"These are really good," I say, swallowing hard and looking back up at him. His eyes light up and seem to start dancing. He smiles a sideways smile and leans against the doorjamb, some of his shaggy platinum mane (A.N think Daniel Radcliffe's hair in The GOF movie) falling into his eyes.
"I learned from the best," he says, mysterious eyes still on mine. I pause for a moment. Should I ask him?
"Me?" I ask, quietly. He nods, a look of mild surprise crossing his features before he catches himself, regaining his composure.
"When?"
"Around two or three weeks ago," he explains, eyes seeming to search my face. Oh. I nod, taking in the information. There is silence for a moment, before Draco removes himself from his leaning position.
"Well, uh, there's that party we have to go to tomorrow- well, today, now, cause it's after twelve. You should get some sleep, too. Goodnight." He finishes, turning to leave.
"Thanks for the cookies…"
He turns back and delivers the grin that has the female population wetting their knickers every time.
"Any time."
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Chapter Twenty The First Party Of The Year Is Always Unforgettable… will be out next week….
You Know You Love Me…