Mr Maybe Mr Maybe
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Firebirdflame
CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
REMEMBERED STOLEN KISSES…
18:22/ MONDAY 18TH OCTOBER/ THE FIELDS/ QUIDDITCH BLEACHERS
HERMIONE P.O.V
Ginny and I walk onto the deserted quidditch bleachers. Above us is the Slytherin team, zooming around on their broomsticks in the clear evening sky. The instant we sit down at the forefront, the sounds of whistling reaches my ears and I glance back up at the flying figures to see them waving.
The entire Slytherin Team fly over and hover beside our bleacher. Pansy raises an eyebrow at them, apparently unimpressed, as I blush furiously and keep my eyes on the ground, desperately trying to avoid their frankly lecherous gazes.
"So, Hermione, what made you decide to come visit us?" one of them, a very good-looking, Indian boy asks, dark eyes flickering over me.
"Pansy invited me," I glance over at the girl beside me.
"Yeah, well, we're not exactly complaining," at another boy's words the team laughs, lecherously, many slapping palms. I didn't think that it was possible but
Their laughter appears to attract their captain's attention and, as Draco emerges from his search for the snitch (which is now clutched tightly in one hand), he glances over at us. His surprise expression changes to a very odd one that I've never seen him do before and don't recognize. He gazes at me, jaw set, muscle pulsing in his forehead and ocean blue eyes glinting. My heartbeat speed up as our eyes clash and I feel as if I'm drowning as his eyes become even more intense…
Woah, OK. Even if I'm starting to get used to these flashbacks, it doesn't make them any less annoying. So I've been to one of Draco's practices before. What I don't get is why he was looking at me like that. There must be something to this that I'm not getting.
I look up from inspecting the bleacher floor to see the Slytherin captain now hovering in front of us. For some strange reason my heart speeds up a little, as he smiles at us, platinum hair blowing in the slight breeze.
"Hey, you two," he grins, fondly, eyes bright. He leans over the barrier and gives Ginny a hug before smiling at me and flying off.
I sit here feeling oddly dissatisfied. I try to ignore the little voice at the back o my mind that's screaming at me to ask myself why I felt so weird watching that little display.
ONE HOUR LATER…
This girl must be crazy. What other explanation is there for her dragging me along this damn corridor. I try to dig my heels into the cobbled stones of the basement floor but the redhead doesn't even halt in her steps and I stumble a little, almost falling. Damn! Quidditch has definitely done something for this girl.
" I don't wanna come," I whine, well aware that I sound about five. She doesn't even turn around.
"Tough. You're my mate and I wanna see my boyfriend"
With theses words, she slams open the door of the infamous Slytherin Locker Room and I yank my hand out of her steely grip as we walk in. the room is steamy, the team walking around, chatting and laughing, six packs on show. They notice our arrival and wave, wide grins on their faces.
The large locker room is steamy and smells of men' cologne. Half-dressed Quidditch players emerge from the shower room, sporting only green towels, six packs dripping wet, and I try my hardest not to blush, doing my best to remember what Pansy told me. How does she manage to look so unaffected, eyes set dead ahead? Lockers are lined up in typical locker room style at the furthest end of the room. In the furthest corner of the room, to the left, are the majority of the players, crowded around something.
As we walk in their direction, the team notices us and, like before, whistle and catcall.
"Wanna join me in the shower, you two?"
"Looking good, Hermione…"
"How about just the two of you in the shower, then?"
Here we go again. So I've been here before as well. Good to know. I shake my head slightly to clear it. I'm getting used to these flashbacks, but it doesn't make them any less annoying. Oh, God. Ginny' seen her new beau and his loyal beta in the far corner of the room, surrounded by their usual gang of followers, and is now dragging me through the crowd.
"Hey, hun!" she announces her ostentatious arrival by pecking Draco on the cheek before plonking herself down beside him, leaving me to sit on his other side, next to his handsome best friend. He glances at me and smiles as Blaise eyes me, grinning a little. I roll my eyes at him. I hate when he acts like he knows something I don't, which seems to be rather a lot lately. His platinum haired best friend is still wearing his Quidditch jersey but he's now put on a pair of jeans.
"You guys were really good," my auburn haired companion enthuses as the rest of us sit here in uncomfortable silence. "You might just beast us this year, if we aren't careful."
Draco smiles slightly, eyes on the fluttering snitch he has clutched in one hand, the other arm slung over her shoulder. As soon as I see this, I glance away, extremely weird feelings churning in my stomach.
"So, Granger. You dating anyone?"
DRACO P.O.V
Instantly, I stiffen and glance up at the obviously either incredibly brave or just plain stupid Theo Nott. Doesn't he remember Slytherin Rule Number One? Whatever once belonged to Draco Malfoy will always belong to Draco Malfoy. His possessions are permanently off limits.
But let's forget about the cardinal rule for now. What's Hermione going to say?
HERMIONE P.O.V
For some strange reason, a lump comes to my throat and my vision becomes a little blurred. I glance down, swallowing hard, before dragging my eyes up to the handsome caramel haired Slytherin.
"No," I answer briefly, "Why?"
He opens his mouth to answer-
"Moving on," Blaise butts in, in a bored tone, glancing at the clock on the wall. "As you may not know, I'm throwing a party after the Halloween Ball and everyone here is getting a VIP invite. Let's go get them- I left them up on the bleachers.
Oh, thank God for Blaise's diversion. I don't think I particularly wanted to know the answer to my question. I don't remember ever attending a Slytherin party, but apparently, they're just as wild as ours. I jump up as the team collects their stuff and start walking out. Suddenly, Blaise turns back to look at me.
"Hey, Mione," I pause at the sudden use of my nickname, "could you wait for Draco? I'll come round later and give you yours, 'K?"
Uh, OK. I nod and he smiles gratefully, a twinkle in his dark eyes, before leaving the room. I sit back down, now incredibly aware that it's only Draco and I in the locker room. He doesn't even turn to look at me, instead standing up and taking off his shirt. My throat goes dry as I take in his six-pack and well toned muscles. He runs a hand through his mussed locks before pulling on a black t-shirt and sitting back beside me on the bench.
"This is like déjà vu," he drawls, chucking his quidditch jersey into his bag. I'm tempted to ask for more info, but I'm too uncomfortable to comment, my heart thumping very hard for some reason. He doesn't comment on my lack of response and just leans against the wall behind us, arms folded, hair falling into his eyes, looking at me from underneath his dark lashes.
"So," he continues, the corner of his mouth quirking up into a smile, "think, we're gonna beat Potter this year?"
Ha! Not bloody likely. I can't keep myself from snorting.
"Uh, I don't think he needs to worry," I giggle, he laughs, eyes shining before jumping up and grabbing his bag.
"Let's go," he says. I stand up, grabbing my coat, only to bump into him…
Oh, no…
I slip and start falling… only for him to reach out and catch my effortlessly, arms secure around my waist…
I can feel the strength of his toned arms as he pulls me to stand. My heart is thumping so loudly, I'm surprised he can't hear it. Our gazes remain on each other. His eyes are like the ocean-an ocean I'm more than happy to drown in. He's not even out of breath and, as his heated gaze travels down to my partially parted lips and the blue darkens to black, pupils dilating, my heartbeat quickens even more.
Time seems to slow down and the rest of the world disappears as he pulls me closer ever so slowly, eyes still on my lips. The blood roars in my ears as I feel his hot breath on my mouth, ocean blue eyes now on mine, hypnotizing me. I can't take the intensity of his gaze and my eyes flutter closed.
As his lips brush mine ever so softly for the fist time, the strength goes from my legs and his arms are the only things holding me up. Each tender caress of his mouth leaves me breathless, his hand coming up to gently stoke my cheek. What he's dong to me is so beautiful, I want cry. And I think I'm going to die from the soft pleasure, the taste of chocolate and coffee. I think it can't possibly get any better-feel any better than what he's doing right now, tongue teasing just the outside of my lips.
That is at least, until he gently takes my bottom lip between his teeth and nibbles it, oh so gently.
And I just don't understand. I don't know how such a bad boy could be kissing me so softly…
Oh my God…
I blink, quickly, and stare, wide eyed, at Draco in mortification. He frowns in concern.
"What's wrong?"
DRACO P.O.V
As she continues looking at me in horror, I become more and more confused. What is going on? Without answering she turns and rushes out. My mouth drops open in shock as I watch the door slam shut. What the -? What happened? Did I do something?
Now I know how Hermione must have felt when I ran out on her- only she must have felt even worse which Is understandable given the circumstances.
20:29/ MONDAY 18TH OCTOBER/ GRYFFINDOR TOWER/ 7TH YEAR BOYS DORM
NARRATOR P.O.V
Ignoring the invitations of his dorm mates to join them in their loud conversation, the Boy Who Lived is seated on his bed, doing his homework. Suddenly, the door slams open and the Gryffindor Princess walks in, her normally wavy, controlled chocolate locks wild and windswept. As Harry watches her in concern, She ignores the greetings of the other boys and walks straight to his bed, drawing the curtains closed and waves her wand, casting a sound proofing charm on it.
"What's wrong, Mione?" he asks, worriedly. The caramel haired witch pauses for a moment, eyes searching the canopy, as if for an answer.
"I want you to be honest with me, 'K?" she asks. He nods, biting his lip slightly. She takes a deep breath.
"To your knowledge," she begins, slowly, "Did Draco and I ever- kiss, when I was…" Harry hesitates. Should he really tell her?
" Please tell me," Hermione pleads, spotting his reluctance. The raven-haired boy sighs, wishing just this once that he didn't always blindly agree to whatever the Gryffindor Princess asked of him.
"Yes, why?"
"Well, I – I just had a flashback and – and I didn't want it to be true."
Harry frowns, this is definitely a lot more interesting that that Potions assignment.
"But that's not the problem," she rushes on, words tumbling over one another like rocks down at hill. "The problem is that… rather than feeling disgusted the way I would have a month or two ago- I – I wanted to do it again…" she mumbles the last words. Harry's eyebrows shoot to ceiling level.
"What?"
"You hear d me, Harry," she snaps, but her eyes are dancing, good-naturedly before becoming more serious. " Promise me you won't tell anyone."
"I promise"
She smiles, gratefully, kissing him on the forehead and leaves the room, this time waving to the boys in the corner. As soon as the door slams shut behind her, Harry starts rummaging through his Nike Just Do It Rucksack…
20:43/ MONDAY 18TH OCTOBNER/ 3RD FLOOR/ SOME OTHER RANDOM CORRIDOR…
NARRATOR P.O.V
Call this patrol? Pausing in lonely crannies to make out at any and every given opportunity? Talking and laughing about something that happened at the now infamous Winter Wonderland Party?
Sigh…
What is Hogwart's coming to?
BEEP! BEEP!
Ron delves into the pockets of his black hoodie at the sudden, oh-so-rude intrusion and pulls out his Sidekick. Pansy leans into the screen. It's an email from the Boy Who Lived. He opens it up.
Let's see what it says, shall we…
TO: Gingernut
FROM: Daboihu
SUBJECT: Dramione update…
Hermione just told me that she remember 'the kiss' and she said that she wishes it could happen again…
Progress, no?
Understatement of the century, Potter!
Ron and Pansy grab hands in excitement, Pansy squealing in disbelief but Ron manages to hold back – because he's too manly (Ha! Right Ron, cause we know you're really squealing inside). Now it's definitely only a matter of items before Hermione admits she's in love with him.
"Give it here," she murmurs to Ron, taking hold of his phone. Now if that had bee anyone else (and I mean anyone) they would be checking into the Hospital Wing right about now, but, since it's Pansy…
She hurriedly types out an email to an auburn haired girl that we know oh so well, three- waying her into the convo…
TO: ladavinny
FROM: Gingernut
SUBJECT: what are you doing?
It's Ron and Pansy. We need your help to come up with a plan…
TO: Gingernut
FROM: Ladavinny
SUBJECT: Hmm…
I think I may just have one…
08:14/ TUESDAY 19TH OCTOBER/ GREAT HALL/ BREAKFAST
HERMIONE P.O.V
Harry, Ron and I are seated, eating, at the Gryffindor Table in our usual places. I pick, restlessly, at my pancakes; my brow furrowed. For some reason, I've been feeling really out of sorts since yesterday. To the extent that I left the highly anticipated McLaggen party early last night.
Four hours early.
"Are you sure you're Ok, hun?" Harry asks, eyes concerned. I come to, slowly, and I face him, seated on my right. My other best friend taps me on the shoulder, and I turn to face him, on my left.
"Yeah, d'ya want some chocolate or something? Harry and I'll skip History Of magic and sneak into Hogsmeade to get you your favorite kind." He says, eyes wide. I can't help but smile, these two are so adorable, the way they think chocolate can solve every girl's problems. All because it makes me a lot better during my period and less likely to snap at them, they always journey out to Hogsmeade every morning of my period to get me my Mediva.
"No, I promise I'm OK," I reassure them, turning back to my food. After a few moments of looking me over to assure themselves that no one had physically harmed me in any way, they turn back to their own food, Ron guzzling his pumpkin juice like it's about to go out of style.
CRASH!
At the sound of the door slamming open, all in the Great Hall turn to look at the newcomers. It's Ginny and-… Draco. They stumble in, wide grins on their faces. I gasp as I take in their appearance…
Smudged lip-gloss…
Ruffled clothes…
They look as if they've been having sex with clothes on…
NARRATOR P.O.V
Hermione's eyes are wide and hurt, her face pale, expression frozen. No one around her seems to notice and, after a few moments of staring at one of her friends and apparent ex boyfriend, she blinks rapidly. Grabbing her trademark blue Paddington, she jumps up and pushes in her chair, leaving her breakfast mostly untouched.
Making some excuse about needing to get something from the library, she quickly rushes past the couple, leaving the Hall.
As he and Ginny take their seats at the Gryffindor Table, Draco stares after Hermione.
I think there's more to this than they're telling everyone, don't you?
DRACO P.O.V
"D'ya think it worked?" Ginny asks Ron, eyes lit up in hope. "We did all this outside the Hall. Ruined my lip-gloss, though."
She reapplies it now, as the others nod, impressed. I frown however, in worry as I look back from gazing at the doorway.
"I hope we didn't go too far…"
The other look at me like I'm crazy but I can't help but feel like this wasn't such a good idea after all…
08:34/ TUESDAY 19TH OCTOBER/ 2ND FLOOR/ LIBRARY
HERMIONE P.O.V
SLAM
SLAM
SLAM
The sound of each book I remove and replace echoes through the empty library. I'm not even looking at the titles; instead trying to sort through my confusing feelings. I can't stop going over Draco and Ginny's entrance; cant get the image of him kissing her out of my head.
SLAM
And it bothers me…
SLAM
It really bothers me…
SLAM
And what bothers me the most I show I felt when they entered the room. For a moment there, just a moment, when I saw G8inny, a rush of the most intense resentment filled me, leaving a bitter aftertaste ion my mouth. And I can't get over that. How could I have way towards someone whose supposed to be my friend?
SLAM\
How?
SLAM
But, most importantly, why?
SLAM
Why?
SLAM
Oh. My. God.
Suddenly, it hits me like a punch to the stomach.
I pause, hand on a hardback.
I'm not jealous of Ginny for having found someone.
I'm jealous of Ginny for having... Draco.
And, once again, I'm too afraid of what may be the answer to ask myself why…
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