Mr Maybe
Thank you to all the people who have reviewed since last week despite my –uh- relatively long absence. It is so nice to know that despite it you haven't forgotten me…
And I would be so grateful if you reviewed this one too.
To address what a few of you guys have been saying, the only reason why there appear to be a few spelling mistakes is because my mother doesn't have any idea of fanfic and I don't want her to know about it, so I always have to type it up quickly and don't have time to check it… it isn't because I don't take pride in my work as I never make mistakes in my schoolwork etc…
Anyhoo… on with Chapter 22. where our favorite Gryffindor Princess is learning the hard way that jealousy is a very bitter pill to swallow…
PREVIOUSLY ON MY MAYBE…
"So, Granger, are you dating anyone?"
"I just had a flashback and I didn't want to accept that it happened."
"We did all this outside the Hall. Ruined my lip gloss though…"
"I hope we didn't go too far…"
CHAPTER TWENTY TWOJEALOUSY IS A VERY BITTER PILL TO SWALLOW…
14:23/ TUESDAY 19TH OCTOBER. CLASSROOM 21/ CHARMS
HERMIONE P.O.V
"So, why did you run out in the middle of breakfast?" my raven haired best friend asks me, hand still racing across the parchment, copying down notes. Damn it. I pause in my own not taking and gulp, nervous. Parvati and Lavender had fallen for my 'let my journal in the Library' excuse, but I should have known better than to think Harry would believe it for one second.
I continue scribbling for a moment to give myself enough time to come up with a plausible excuse. I can see Harry looking at me out of the corner of my eye, one dark eyebrow raised, unimpressed.
"And don't even think about trying to lie to me," He continues, a smirk worthy of a Slytherin crossing his lips. Once again; damn it.
I sigh in exasperation as I put down my quill and rub my forehead, tiredly. Fine.
"I-I was jealous, OK," I admit, in a voice so quiet I'll be surprised if he heard me at all. Not that that would be such a curse. OK, so I was wrong. His smirk widens even further and, as I narrow my eyes at him, something occurs to me.
"Hey, weren't you too?" I ask him, quietly, eyes darting around for eavesdroppers. "Don't you judge me."
"No, why should I be?" he's looking at me like I'm crazy.
"Don't you like Ginny?" I ask, an understandable frown on my face. I mean it's common knowledge that he adores the sexy redhead.
"Sweetie, that's old news," he leans back in his chair, nonchalantly. I blink surprised. I guess I really missed out on a lot during September. I nod at him.
"Just so you know," he picks up his pen once more. "The whole gang is going to Hogsmeade together."
Oh, God. This is all I need right now. To have to spend even more time around Hogwart's favorite couple. But I can't refuse and go with some other people. It'll be splashed all over the headlines as a sign of jealousy over 'Dreasley', and I cannot allow either half to realize how I feel.
So, even thought it's killing me inside, I nod in acceptance at Harry's statement.
14:57/ TUESDAY 19TH OCTOBER/ CLASSROOM 29/ DADA
DRACO P.O.V
TO: Silverdragon
FROM: Daboihu
SUBJECT: Hogsmeade Trip
Saturday's trip is your chance to remind Mione of how good things were between you when she was under the potion's influence.
DON'T SCREW IT UP!!
18:36/ WEDNESDAY 20TH OCTOBER/ HEAD'S QUARTERS
HERMIONE P.O.V
The Confundus charm is used for…
The Confundus charm is used…
The Confun-
Oh, this is useless. I slap down my quill in annoyance. I still can't get Draco out of my head. That smile, that hair, those eyes…
GODDAMNIT!!
See what I mean? This Charms homework is never going to get done at this rate. Ah, well. It isn't due for two weeks, anyway. I've got ages till then.
Sighing, I pack away my books and push my bag off my bed and onto the floor, before flopping back onto the duvet. Now, what? I will not- no- I REFUSE to continue thinking about D-him.
So, what now?
KNOCK. KNOCK.
"Come in," I answer, listlessly. It's probably Ginny and I really don't want to see her- but, no, it's Draco. As soon as I see him, an intense burst of happiness wells up within me and a bright smile spreads across my face. Great, he must think I'm a right loon, grinning like a clueless idiot. But he just smiles back and leans against the doorjamb, managing to look boyishly cute and unbelievable sexy at the same time.
"You wanna come watch a movie with me? He asks. Then a look of uncertainty crosses his handsome features. 'Unless, of course, you're busy or-"
"NO!" I blurt out, before blushing furiously. "I mean, no, I'm not busy."
I slide off my bed, casually checking my appearance in the mirror next to the door, before following him down to the Common Room. He holds up an empty DVD case.
" I thought this one looked pretty interesting," he tells me, a slight rose in his cheeks. "Is it OK?" I glance at it. It's Pirates Of The Caribbean: At World's End. I nod at him and settle onto the sofa, whilst he presses 'play' on the DVD, before coming to sit besides me.
The movie starts up, but, and I hate to admit this, I seem to be watching Draco rather than the film. And the way that he keeps glancing at me and sending me those heartbreaking smiles of his, is really not helping. My heart is beating so loudly I'll be surprised if he can't hear it.
And I can't help but wonder: what the Hell is going on with me?
DRACO P.O.V
She just doesn't realize how being so close to her affects me or she wouldn't be sitting there. And she mustn't know that smile of hers and those large, honey eyes make my heart flop over, or else she wouldn't be looking at me like that.
BUZZ. BUZZ.
A familiar vibrating against my leg. Instinctively, I pull out my Sidekick and inspect the screen. It's an email from Ginny…
TO: Silverdragon
FROM: Ladavinny
SUBJECT: Our 'Break Up'
Hey, Dahling!! (Lol…)
About tomorrow, how about we fake an argument in the middle of the Entrance Hall? It'll make our 'break up' more realistic…
But I'll be the one to start and finish it, 'k?
I can't help but snigger to myself silently at her last comment. That girl reminds me of myself, sometimes (but make a record of the time and date, 'cause you'll never catch me saying that again).
I type out an agreement and forward both emails to Blaise, Ron and the others, before turning back to the movie.
The press will have a field day.
12:37/ THURSDAY 21ST OCTOBER/ 1ST FLOOR/ ENTRANCE HALL
HERMIONE P.O.V
Thank God it's lunchtime because I'm starving. I skipped breakfast this morning; I woke up late and I slept around three in the morning due to thinking about You Know Who (no, not Voldemort, don't be silly) and how nice last night was… but I digress.
As I enter the corridor leading to the Entrance hall, I become aware of a girl's voice shouting and a guy's slightly raised one. Frowning, I quicken my relatively slow pace, wondering exactly what's going on. Hogwarts has been relatively peaceful ever since Draco and my ceasefire, so who could this be?
OH, MY…just what is going on here?
A crowd at least one hundred and fifty strong is surrounding the entrance to the Great Hall and hundreds of cameras are flashing and people are jostling for a better look. Now that I'm closer, the voices seem eerily familiar. I'm going to try and get a closer look…
I start to push through the crowd of silent students, curious teachers (who, if I didn't know any better, I'd say are taking notes), snapping photographers and note taking reporters. Being a mere 5"5, it s impossible for me to see over the taller students and it so annoying how I'm having to practically force my way to the forefront of the –
OH MY GOD!!
Ginny and Draco?
"I was NOT flirting with her!" Draco's voice is now relatively quiet, but dangerous fury is evident in his biting tone. They're facing each other in the middle of a circular space in the center of the crowd. Ginny's fists are clenched tightly, jade eyes shooting sparks, and Draco's face is more furious than I've ever seen it, arms tightly folded, sapphire eyes so blue they're black.
"Yes, you FUCKING WERE! Do you think I'm BLIND?" she spits back.
"Well, it's starting to seem like it!"
"WHAT? How DARE you?"
"Blaise was right! For you it's always been about the looks, the money, the manor…"
"Oh, so we're bringing other people into our business, now, huh? What else have you been saying to your pathetic friends about me, huh?"
"Well, if that isn't the pot calling the kettle black!
" And just what is that supposed to mean?"
"You're always sharing our business with Hermione, Claudia, Parvati and the others! I listen to you complain about your exes all day long and I don't say a damn thing about it! Oh, Dean stood me up that one time, how could Cormac have done that to me; Blah, blah, blah!"
"Oh, so you want to wash our dirty linen in public, do you? What about your exes? Oh, Millicent sucked in bed (audible gasp from the audience), Cho was such a slut, etcetera, etcetera?!"
"Well, she was a HELL of a lot better than the BITCH I'm dating now!"
SLAP!!
Gasp…A hand clasped in horror to my mouth, I watch as Ginny, leaving a very visible red handprint on Draco's cheek, stalks out of the tight circle and through the crowd. What in God's name just happened here? As I follow here (or attempt to, anyway), pushing through the crowd, Pansy (appearing from the other side of the crowd) grasps hold of my hand. We chase her down the corridor, completely ware of the fact that around ten feet behind us are about fifty photographers and reporters.
Pansy, seeing that they're gaining on us, takes hold of the enraged witch's hand and yanks us both into the nearest classroom, slamming and locking the door, before pulling down the blind on it's window.
"What the Hell was that all about" I ask Ginny, who now has her back turned to us, pacing up and down in front of the blackboard. She sighs before running a hand through her auburn locks and turning back to Pansy and I,
"We've been getting on each other's nerves a lot lately, and today was just the result of that," she explains, eyes both tired and exasperated. "I'm not sure how long this relationship is going to last, at this rate." She continues, leaning against the desk, her skirt riding up. An intense feeling of guilt almost quenches an inexplicable burst of happiness.
Almost.
JUST AFTER GINNY RUNS OFF…DRACO P.O.V
'FUCK OFF!" I scream at the fifty or so photographers and reporters who haven't followed Ginny, Hermione and Pansy. I'm trying my best to keep a scowl on my face rather than bursting into hysterical laughter like I really want to. This was genius. Who knew acting so pissed off could be so fun?
Blaise, Harry and Ron are heading towards me, the former's mouth twitching slightly. This kind of dramatic shit is what he lives for. I turn and, after pretend snarling at the crowd, lead them into a nearby classroom, slamming the door against the pursuing photographers and reporters.
Blaise turns to me, a broad grin on his face.
"Well done mate," he laughs, applauding me loudly. " That was brilliant. Even I would have been convinced and you know how cynical I am."
"It's working, mate," Harry adds. 'Did you see the look on her face?"
'I hope so." I sigh.
08:18/ FRIDAY 22ND OCTOBER. GREAT HALL/ BREAKFAST/ SLYTHERIN TABLE
NARRATOR P.O.V
TROUBLE IN PARADISE?(Turn to Page 6 for more…)
(Front cover picture is a moving one of Ginny and Draco arguing in the middle of a tight circle in the entrance to the Great Hall…)
For those of whom you who have been inhabiting the dark space under a rock since yesterday afternoon, the single biggest fight of the year was witnessed by over two hundred people. I, of course, was one of those who watched as Hogwarts' favorite couple seemingly unraveled before our very eyes.
Shouting out obscenities that turned the air electric blue, Ginny and Draco tore into each other in front of a stunned, but hooked, crowd. We all witnessed shocking revelations such as the fact that Draco thinks that Millicent Bulstrode 'Sucked in bed', and Dean Thomas 'Stood' Ginny up; things that were previously only known to the envied inner circle of Hogwart's elite. Talk about airing your dirty linen in public, right?
Then, with one sharp slap delivered to the Slytherin Prince, the next heiress to the Gryffindor Princess' throne stormed off, Hermione Granger and Pansy Parkinson at her heels. The two camps both retired to nearby classrooms to regroup in exclusive talks that no one else was privy to.
This leaves us all wondering, though, how did the argument even start? Could rumors and Ginny's accusations that Draco has been flirting with Susan Bones of Hufflepuff (a reasonably well known B-Lister) be true? Or was it the facts that Draco and Hermione seem to be getting ever closer by the day (chatting and laughing in classes, getting along amazingly well in prefect meetings, hanging out in The Fields together) have set it off?
But the most important question on everybody's mind is; could this be the end of Dreasley already?
Only time will tell…
Ciao For Now,
The Editor…
20:42/ FRIDAY 22ND OCTOBER/ HEADS' QUARTERS/ COMMON ROOM
DRACO P.O.V
This is just like old times. Hermione and I are doing our homework, together, in the Common Room. This is the way it's supposed to be. All I can do is hope that, now we're friends, and we're getting closer by the day, she may start to see my as more than just that. That those looks she sometimes gives me are more than just platonic.
Every now and then, we look up and smile at each other, but we're working in silence. I'm just happy to be around her, to have her all to myself for once. The amount of people that follow this girl around is astounding. She's never alone; she's always got either Harry and Ron, Parvati, Lavender, Ginny and, as of late, Pansy (and other 7th Year Gryffindor girls desperate to be around her in the hopes that some of her popularity will rub off on them) flocking around her.
Suddenly, she puts down her work and I glance at her in surprise. Surely, she couldn't have already finished? She turns to me with an oddly earnest expression on her face. What now? I frown in mild confusion.
"I don't mean to butt into your business or anything," she begins, her tone at odds with her expression. "But I really think you should make up with Ginny. You two seemed really- happy together, so…"
The room suddenly seems devoid of air. So I was wrong. She really doesn't care. I shrug and try to act nonchalant.
"Maybe".
HERMIONE P.O.V
A shiver of unhappiness worms its' way down my spine at his quick acceptance and I blink my suddenly teary eyes quickly, before blinking once again in surprise. Just what is going on with me? Maybe I need a quick nap. Yeah, that's it.
I must just be more tired than I thought.
Grabbing my books, I dump them in my bag and stand up.
"I'm a bit tired," I tell my ocean-eyed companion who looks up at my statement. "I'm gonna have a quick nap before the party, 'k? See you in a bit."
Returning his smile, I take the stairs two at a time and enter my room, dumping my Paddington on the floor. After shutting the door, I jump into my comfortable bed and wave my wand once, putting the lights out, before laying it on my bedside table and snuggling beneath the covers.
I don't even know why I'm so upset at the prospect o f them making up (you know what I'm talking about, don't act so stupid). I mean it's not like I like him or anything…
But that still doesn't explain why I'm still so bothered by that flashback days later.
So we kissed. So what?
We were probably just caught up in the moment or something and it was probably just a one-time thing.
Right?
And, even if it wasn't, it doesn't change anything, 'cause, now that I've had time to think about it, I didn't feel anything.
I didn't feel anything…
Right?
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once again, thank you soo much for all your reviews and I cannot tell you how grateful I am that you haven't forgotten about MM…
just a heads up.. in the next couple of weeks I may be releasing a new story, as unfortunately, I was bitten by a plot bunny a couple of weeks ago…
but nothing to worry about on this front as MM will always come first and foremost…
so look out for it…
You Know You Love Me…