Mr Maybe
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For some of you that were confused last chapter about IM names… (although HPHottie14 got it absolutely spot on… the only person to…) …
Daboihu Harry
Slytherinbrother Blaise
Pachica Pansy
Gingernut Ron
Ladavinny Ginny
Mioneswan Hermione
Silverdragon Draco
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You Know I Love You…
PREVIOUSLY ON MR MAYBE…
"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…"
""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…"
"I learned from the best."
"When?"
"Around two or three weeks ago…"
CHAPTER TWENTY
THE FIRST PARTY OF THE YEAR IS ALWAYS UNFORGETTABLE…
22:03/SATURDAY 16TH OCTOBER/ JUST OUTSIDE HUFFLEPUFF QUARTERS…
HERMIONE P.O.V
"You ready?" Pansy asks me, her hand raised to the portrait covering the hole to the Hufflepuff Quarters. I smile and nod. She raps her hand on the painting loudly (the annoying Hufflepuff patron, Sir Cadogan, is thankfully absent) and we wait patiently at the sound of nearing footsteps. The portrait door swings open to reveal a very beautiful, smiling, black girl holding a pen and a clipboard.
"Ah! Hermione! Pansy!" she exclaims in obvious delight," So glad you could make it!" She ticks off our names on her long list before removing two plain silver engraved band from a plastic bag with 'Hufflepuff Season Opening Bash: 16th October" inscribed on them, and passes them over to us. I take mine and inspect the glinting trinket.
"You guys are on the VIP list so… you'll be needing those," she explains. "Roped off section at the back."
She stands back to let us through. The sounds of booming music reach our ears as we enter the soundproofed room. The Hufflepuff common room is packed, people dancing (some on top of tables), making out, chatting and laughing. It comes as no surprise though, seeing as it's the opening party of the season. It's Hufflepuff's turn to host it and they've done an amazing job. The entire room is decorated in whit to go with the winter wonderland theme, snowflakes hanging from the ceiling and the mandatory dress code being white only. The food looks too good to eat and the drink is flowing. Now all we need to do is find our friends. They came about an hour ago, so they must already be in that roped off section over there…
As we walk through the crowd, stopping every so often to say hi to people who greet us, I thank God I am wearing what I am. Everyone, including my blonde companion, is dressed up to the nines. I'm wearing a white, Hugo Boss, men's shirt that reaches mid thigh and is belted with a brown ( I don't know how I'm managing to get away with this), Gucci belt and white strapped Manolo stilettos. I've tussled my wavy and am wearing white gold hoops.
Standing at the entrance to the roped off section is David Crabbe; Vincent Crabbe's younger and considerably more intelligent brother. Unlike his older sibling, I can actually stand to be around him, as he doesn't eat like a pig and just happens to be naturally well built and 6"5.
He smiles as he sees us.
"Hey, you two," he grins. "Yeah, I know who you are. Doesn't everybody? But, you know, formalities and all that."
I give him an indulgent smile as Pansy rolls her eyes, playfully, and we both show him our newly adorned bracelets. He laughs a little before he un-clinks the chain and lets us in. I give him a high five as we walk past.
The VIP section has been charmed so that you can't see from the outside in (all you can see is a white wall), but you can see from the inside out (but it's kinda like looking the darkened glass of a limo window). Inside are the who's who of Hogwarts (4th Year and above only, you understand), mingling, talking, laughing and dancing. There are only around forty or so people in here, in comparison to the two or three hundred in the common room.
White cushy sofas surround the edges of the enclosure and I wave to many of my closest friends perched on them. Now, where are…
"Hermione! Pansy!" A recognisable male voice calls from the centre of a large crowd. Upon hearing our names, all in the enclosure turn to look at us, the vast majority waving and smiling. I wave to the voice's owner, my raven haired best friend. Pansy and I walk over to where Harry, Ron, Ginny, Draco and Blaise are seated on another of the cushy sofas around the roaring fireplace.
As we near, I only just resist the temptation to roll my eyes as I see Ginny and Draco surrounded by well wishers. I hug Harry and Ron and wave at Draco and Blaise.
" Hey, hunnies," Ginny exclaims, pulling me and Pansy into a tight embrace. I can't help but smile at the overexcited auburn haired girl wearing a denim mini and silver sequined tank top.
"I have to go and talk to Draco about something," she explains, "See you in a bit."
Pansy and I stare after her, still a little shell shocked, as she pulls her platinum haired boyfriend into another of her bone crushing hugs. As something stirs strangely in my stomach, Pansy taps me on the shoulder.
"You want a drink?" she asks. Uh, yeah. That does sound like a good idea. My tummy probably just needs something to fill it up. We walk over to the bustling bar and smile at the Hufflepuff 4th Year serving the drinks to get his attention and we order two virgin Cosmos. Uh, wait a minute… who is that tapping me?
I turn to see Colin Creevery, Head Photographer of HG Weekly, gripping a camera hanging from his neck. A small smile creeps across my face as I look at his shy, expectant expression. Although he can be annoying on occasion, he's generally really sweet (no matter what Harry says).
"Would you two mind if I took a picture for Monday's edition?" he asks quietly. I turn to Pansy who shrugs.
"Sure," I tell him. Pansy and I pose for his now upheld camera, arms around each other, drinks in one hand and smiles on our faces.
One bright flash and a click later, the photo is taken and Colin thanks us profusely, before walking away. Suddenly, a pretty Chinese girl grabs me into a tight hug.
"Hermione! Oh My God!" She exclaims. "Where have you been?"
Oh, yeah! Mei! I haven't seen this girl in ages!
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All night, Ginny and Draco remain stuck to each other like glue; answering questions, posing for pictures. And I keep getting these weird stirrings in my tummy, no matter how much I eat or drink. And I don't recognise them at all.
I leave- alone- around 3 o'clock, two hours before the party's due to end.
I have no idea why.
08:17/ MONDAY 18TH OCTOBER/ GREAT HALL/ BREAKFAST
NARRATOR P.O.V
IS HERMIONE NOT OVER DRACO?
( Front cover picture is of Hermione and Pansy at a bar, drinks in hand, arms around each other, smiles on their faces. It is stationary. There is a corner inset, moving, picture of Draco and Ginny laughing and chatting with friends…)
Turn to page 3…
It's only been a couple of days since we reported on the arrival of Hogwarts' new it couple, Dreasley, and already it appears that they are to meet their first bump on the rocky road to relationship Heaven.
It appears that Hermione is not as over Draco as we all thought and I fear that this may be a very big obstacle for our favourite couple. Not only is Hermione good friends with both halves of Dreasley but their groups are now practically one big clique, The Platinum Six, as they have come to be known.
Although I reported just last week that it was all plain sailing, things seemed to take a turn for the worst on Saturday night. As we all know, part season has officially begun and will continue until the end of the year. Those of us who were lucky enough to even be invited know that it was Hufflepuff's turn to host the Kick- off bask, throwing and amazing Winter Wonderland themed part for Hogwarts' elite. Attending the party, in the VIP section, of course, with yours truly, were Ginny and the Platinum Six. Dreasley were the couple of the night, being social butterflies, chatting and laughing (' They're even better looking up close!' one over excited 6th Year Ravenclaw shouted in my ear over the loud music. 'They're so made for each other!').
The two arrived at around half past nine, an hour late (fashionably late, that is), dressed to kill and to loud exclamations of greeting upon arrival in the enclosure. They were accompanied by Harry, Ron and Blaise, who too looked absolutely delicious, along with Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan, Sean Phillips, Parvarti Patil, Lavender Brown, Darrell Jones, Martin Flint, Joshua Smith, Theodore Nott and Millicent Bulstrode. In contrast, the beautiful Gryffindor Princess arrived with Slytherin's equivalent ( both looking sensational as can be seen on the centrefold of this edition) an hour later and the two stopped on their way to the enclosure to greet several groups of people, before entering the VIP suite.
At first, all was well, the two beauties greeting their fellow members of the Hogwarts' Who's Who before saying a quick 'hello' to their friends and working the room. Things started to turn sour as a few people in the forty or fifty strong crowd present begun to notice Hermione stealing glances at her ex boyfriend and auburn haired friend. It was beginning to appear that she was, in fact, envious of the couple, but, being the Greatest Witch Of Our Age, she was trying to be discreet so as not to draw attention to herself.
But this is Hermione Granger we're talking about. People are always watching her every move. So, not matter how discreet she was trying to be, her behaviour would have been notice anyway.
So, how long can this play out? When asked by reporters on Hermione's odd behaviour, neither camp gave any comment. Could there be something that they're not telling us?
Ah, well. They do say that the first party of the year is always unforgettable and Saturday was no exception…
Ciao For Now…
The Editor…
11:28/ MONDAY 18TH OCTOBER/ 2ND FLOOR/ SOME RANDOM CORRIDOR
HERMIONE P.O.V
Do you think I would still be convicted for murder if I claimed I was provoked? Because the flashes of these cameras are driving me crazy.
"Miss Granger! Miss Granger! Is it true that you punched Miss Weasley after a jealous brawl?"
"Mr Malfoy! How do you feel knowing that Miss Granger threatens your relationship?"
I sigh heavily at the unbelievably stupid questions and push my Chanel sunglasses even further up my nose.
Breathe in…
Breathe out…
Breathe in…
Breathe out…
You know, my patience is only going to last so long and, if they don't leave me alone, I swear to God…
Ginny and Draco are walking two or so metres ahead of me, hand in hand and talking in hushed tones. We're meant to be walking to DADA together, as Ginny's Charms classroom is in the same direction. They're leaving me to the wolves, here.
But, whatever… I'm still too exhausted from the Hufflepuff party to be too bothered. I haven't managed to get back into the swing of this 'partying every weekend' thing, yet.
I roll my eyes at the continued evasive questions as we walk, the photographers and reporters walking alongside us. I raise my eyes to the couple ahead of me and that same odd stirring comes to my stomach. After I left the part, I spent an hour pondering what it could be and realised that it was, well (and this is an ugly, ugly, thing), jealousy. But jealousy at the fact that Ginny has found someone and I'm all alone.
Not jealousy for any other reason…
DRACO P.O.V
"Do you think it's working?" I ask my auburn haired companion. She turns to me, a wide grin on her face.
"Definitely. Do you see her face? She's just in denial… just a little longer…"
11:53/ MONDAY 18TH OCTOBER/ DUNGEON 19/ POTIONS
HERMIONE P.O.V
Where is he? Getting marked homework out of the Staff Room surely can't take this long. Can't he see I'm being hounded here?
I sigh, wearily, and rub my forehead in exasperation, struggling the temptation to put my head in my hands. They're like sharks, these people, they jump on any sign of weakness.
"Hermione! Is it true? Are you actually jealous of Ginny and Malfoy?"
"No, it is not and no, I am not."
"Well, my best mate, Jess, was at that party- I couldn't go cause I was sick- and she said that you were staring at them all night.)
"Then your best friend, Jess, is a pathetic liar."
"Well, even if she does, HG Weekly definitely doesn't."
"Shows just how clever you are, doesn't it."
I don't grace the rest of the unbelievably stupid questions with answers, choosing instead the tap my quill in an irritated manner against the wooden table. There are twenty or so of my classmates jostling around my desk, each desperate to get to the spot directly in front of me so as to be able to ask me their personal question.
These people are just pathetic. Why would I give a flying monkey's about what 'Dreasley' gets up to? I don't.
So why I can't help wondering why their relationship bothers me so much?
NARRATOR P.O.V
A blonde haired girl, that we recognise from the part (Maddie Smith, I think her name is), returns from the Golden Trio's table to her own. As soon as she sits down, the four members of her usual clique (who are not as high up on the social ladder as the Platinum Sic – but, let's face it, who is- but are up there on one of the top rungs) lean in towards her.
"She is so jealous," Maddie tells her friends, excitedly. "I was at the party and, like everyone else in the room, I was watching the Platinum Six, and Hermione was constantly looking over at Dreasley."
They glance over at the Gryffindor Princess (Oh, God, this is not very good is it- for her, anyway) only to see that she is looking over at Draco, who, surprisingly, is staring right back.
"There's definitely something going on between those two." The four agree.
17:03/ MONDAY 18TH OCTOBER/ GRYFFINDOR TOWER/ GIRLS' DORMITORY
NARRATOR P.O.V
TO: Ladavinny
FROM: Silverdragon
SUBJECT: Another great idea…
I have a Quidditch Practice today, so how about you and Hermione come along?
TO: Silverdragon
FROM: Ladavinny
SUBJECT: Yeah, good idea, D…
OK. See you at six.
17:36/ MONDAY 18TH OCTOBER/ HEADS' QUARTERS/ COMMON ROOM
DRACO P.O.V
It certainly seems as if the plan is working. I'm sure that everyone in Dungeon 19 caught that shared glances as those sharks hounded her relentlessly. All I can hope is that she sees it too. That we're meant to be together.
I walk into the Common Room with a bag of her favourite sweets, Haribo, and my Potions text book. My heart speeds up at the sight of a certain caramel haired honey eyed witch curled up on the chair in front of the fireplace, doing her homework, her wavy hair in a messy bun. She looks breathtakingly beautiful, the light of the fire making her even more stunning.
OK. Take a deep breath, Draco. This would be a perfect chance for her to get to know you better.
Don't screw this up.
"Do you mind if I do my homework in here?" I ask, before cringing a little. Even to my ears, my tone is tentative and unsure, not at all what I was going for. She glances up at me, her eyes surprised but she nods.
"Sure," she says, smiling slightly. Oh, thank God. I walk over and sit beside her. Not too close as to alarm her, but close enough so that delicious scent of hers wafts enticingly up my nostrils. I gulp slightly as she returns to her homework.
"So, what you doing?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. She glances up at me.
"I'm trying to do some DADA," she replies, biting that soft lip of hers a little. I gulp once more at the action. Part of me wishes that she would stop doing that. Doesn't she know what it does to me?
"Oh, I'm sorry, do you want me to leave?" I ask her, worriedly. She looks up, eyes wide.
"No, no. It's not you," she reassures me. "I just can't concentrate."
At her words, I breathe what I hope is an inaudible sigh of relief.
"Why?"
"Oh, this and that," she replies," Nothing major."
HERMIONE P.O.V
He raises an eyebrow once more, that same enigmatic smile on his face. It suddenly hits me just how amazingly good-looking he is; every bit as handsome as the female population of this castle says he is. It's no wonder they swoon over him.
"Do you wanna talk about I?" he asks, ocean eyes dancing. Oh, no, no, no. HELL, no.
"Nah, it's OK," I tell him. He eyes me for a moment, intently.
"You know, you can always talk to me," he replies. "About anything. It doesn't matter what. And I'll always be here. I mean, that's what friends are for, right?"
I smile brightly at him. It never fails to surprise me at how nice he is to me now… and the fact that I consider him a friend.
"Thanks," I murmur. We return to our homework. I can't help noticing that I can't seem to pull my eyes away from him. From his shaggy platinum hair, ocean eyes and pouty lips…
NO, HERMIONE. Concentrate.
We smile at each other each time we look up.
BUZZ, BUZZ!!
Who could that be? Draco doesn't seem to have noticed. I pull my phone out of my bag and click on the merrily blinking email icon.
TO: Mioneswan
FROM: Ladavinny
SUBJECT: Pretty please?
Will you come with me to Draco's Quidditch Practice? Girlfriend duties, you know, and I don't want to go alone…
PLEASE?
Huh? She wants me to what? Ignoring the frantically ringing alarm bells going off in my head, I glance up at Draco. Quidditch Practice, huh? Yeah, why not?
TO: Ladavinny
FROM: Mioneswan
SUBJECT: Sure, why not?
Yeah, OK… got nothing going on now, anyway…
TO: Mioneswan
FROM: Ladavinny
SUBJECT: Thanx, hun…!
Pansy won't be coming cause she's 'patrolling' with Ron (HA! Is that what they're calling it nowadays?). Meet me at 18:10 on the Slytherin Bleachers…
Love ya, B…
I smile a little at her words, before placing my phone back in my bag and returning to my homework. I can't help wondering why I even want to go though. You don't think…
Nah, I'm just going to help out Ginny, that's all…
"It's eight to six, so I'm gonna head to Practice now, K?" he tells me, standing up and grabbing his designer duffle bag. "Can we do this again tomorrow?"
An unfamiliar stirring comes to my stomach as I smile brightly at him. He smiles back, eyes dancing, before turning and exiting the room, leaving me with my admittedly odd thoughts.
17:58/ MONDAY 18TH OCTOBER/ GRYFFINDOR TOWER/ COMMON ROOM
NARRATOR P.O.V
Ginny walks down the stairs from the 6th Year Girls' Dormitory, clad in a white tank top, mini denim shorts and black mules, with her wavy auburn hair swaying around her slender form. The Common Room being practically deserted due to most people being either at the Fields or at Dinner, makes it easy to pick out a certain raven haired boy, who is sitting in his usual seat in front of the fire, chatting with Seamus and Dean.
She walks across the room and greets the three boys.
"Hey, Gin," Harry replies, as the other two smile brightly at the new arrival. She returns the smiles although her attention is on the speaker.
"Can I speak to you for a quick minute, Harry?" she asks, widening her eyes a little. "Hermione wanted me to give you a message."
Ha! Yeah, right, Ginny. Harry's green eyes widen in realisation and, excusing himself, the two walk into a secluded corner, furthest away from the fireplace. The redhead turns to her companion.
"K, look, I don't have long, so I'll be quick," she murmurs, eyes glancing around furtively to make sure they're not being eavesdropped upon. "I'm going to Draco's Quidditch Practice and I'm taking Hermione with me. I have a really good feeling about this."
"Yeah, I've been thinking," Harry replies," We should let ourselves be seen out and about so it ends up in the papers."
Ginny smiles.
"So, when she realises she's in love with him, she won't feel like she has to ignore her feelings out of loyalty to me," she muses," That's a great idea, Harry. Anyway, gotta go. See you later."
She gives him a quick peck on the cheek before turning and leaving the room. the last we see of her is a swish of auburn hair as the portrait swings back into place…
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