Chapter 2
Hermione was breathless when she arrived back to the Great Hall, a book in one hand and piles of scrolls in the other. She stared around the room; there was no sight of Draco though she did see Harry and Ron waving at her. She made eye contact with them and gave them some kind of signal to come over here.
"Were you running all the way there and back, 'mione?" Ron asked he could see the sweat glistening on her forehead.
Hermione nodded as Harry gave her a hand with the scrolls. She took a deep breath then stood up straight compared to her slouching position she was in earlier. Hermione pulled her frizzy brown hair back into a bun before it started to fly into different directions.
Hermione stared at Harry; he gave her a genuine smile, "Ready for Potions?"
"She must be, you must be holding 5 of her scrolls ready to be written on," commented Ron.
"Yes, I guess we better start walking to class," said Hermione.
As they were walking along, Ginny ran up to Hermione in panic. Her eyes were red from tears and her hair was sticking out from a ponytail in an awkward position. Ginny told Ron and Harry that her arm was just sore and asked if she could talk to Hermione in private.
"What's wrong, Ginny?" Hermione asked in concern.
Ginny started off with a high pitched voice, "Malfroy, he tried to kiss me and I got afraid so I slapped him. He grabbed onto my hand very tightly and mumbled something under his breath but I kicked him in the shin and ran off."
Hermione was shocked for Draco tried the same move on her. 'I would understand he would be doing this all because of his father's death but whoever heard of hitting on girls to get over sorrow?' Hermione asked herself in thought.
She sighed and said, "I'll talk to Draco about it, Ginny. Feel better okay? I need to go to Potions."
Ginny nodded then asked, "Why'd you just call him Draco? Whatever happen to Malfoy this Malfoy that?"
"I'm not sure, but I have to run bye!" Hermione lied, pretending to run off in a hurry.
She turned her head around to wave goodbye to Ginny as she runs off. Of course this wasn't the smartest of all moves because she ran into someone. This must have been a small school because of all people, she ran into Draco Malfoy once again. Barely even balanced, she panicked and fell backwards. Her hands held support as she was on the floor. Draco fell forward towards her because she had accidently kicked his foot as she fell down.
Now this was surely the worse position she could be in, Draco was right on top of her and just barely 1 inch away from her face. His blue eyes seemed to laugh at her.
"I bet you imagined me on top of you too many times," Draco said in a smart aleck voice.
"Shit, get off of me Draco!" Hermione yelled furiously.
Draco gave her a smirk then barely kissed the tip of her nose, "I don't get that often."
Hermione felt almost disgusted; of all places he kisses her on the nose? Yet it was like an Eskimo kiss, she wasn't sure to feel turned on or what. As he got up and away from her, she could feel the heat that was created between the two of them gone.
"Thank you," said Hermione and grabbed her book and scrolls.
Draco raised an eyebrow up, "For what?"
"Getting off of me but I don't appreciate you stalking me. Also, stop sexually harassing poor girls like Ginny Weasley," Hermione advised Draco.
'You got the poor part right,' Draco thought. He had no reason why he went after the Weasley girl; the only thing he could think of was because she was there.
"You're the dominatrix," said Draco, offering Hermione a hand to get up.
Hermione didn't find humor in it but decided to give him a sarcastic smile so he wouldn't have felt so useless. He smiled back with a naughty secret that seemed to wander upon his lips.
"Since we have Potions together we might as well walk together," Suggested Draco.
You could tell his voice was so planned out, he obviously thought of doing this earlier, anyway. She accepted though, it couldn't hurt. They walked the rest of the way to class without a conversation. She wanted to be kind- hearted to Draco for a moment and give him a chance.
"So how are you coping?" asked Hermione silently, she decided to be brave and be the first one to ask.
Draco pretended like he didn't know what she was talking about, "What do you mean?"
"Oh come on, you know what I mean. Your father has passed away today and you can't tell me you're not sad. I seriously don't see why you're wasting your time with me, you should be with your friends," Hermione said quickly.
"Not everyone is blessed with friends like Potter and Weasley. My friends only talk about the situation behind my back," Draco said coldly, his mood automatically changed.
Hermione felt kind of speechless, should she say sorry or what? She had probably said the most thick-headed thing at that moment. Draco looked at her and noticed for the first time, she almost felt like she should give pity to him. She looked back at Draco and gave him a sincere smile.
"I'm sorry," Hermione said.
"I know you are."
Hermione was breathless when she arrived back to the Great Hall, a book in one hand and piles of scrolls in the other. She stared around the room; there was no sight of Draco though she did see Harry and Ron waving at her. She made eye contact with them and gave them some kind of signal to come over here.
"Were you running all the way there and back, 'mione?" Ron asked he could see the sweat glistening on her forehead.
Hermione nodded as Harry gave her a hand with the scrolls. She took a deep breath then stood up straight compared to her slouching position she was in earlier. Hermione pulled her frizzy brown hair back into a bun before it started to fly into different directions.
Hermione stared at Harry; he gave her a genuine smile, "Ready for Potions?"
"She must be, you must be holding 5 of her scrolls ready to be written on," commented Ron.
"Yes, I guess we better start walking to class," said Hermione.
As they were walking along, Ginny ran up to Hermione in panic. Her eyes were red from tears and her hair was sticking out from a ponytail in an awkward position. Ginny told Ron and Harry that her arm was just sore and asked if she could talk to Hermione in private.
"What's wrong, Ginny?" Hermione asked in concern.
Ginny started off with a high pitched voice, "Malfroy, he tried to kiss me and I got afraid so I slapped him. He grabbed onto my hand very tightly and mumbled something under his breath but I kicked him in the shin and ran off."
Hermione was shocked for Draco tried the same move on her. 'I would understand he would be doing this all because of his father's death but whoever heard of hitting on girls to get over sorrow?' Hermione asked herself in thought.
She sighed and said, "I'll talk to Draco about it, Ginny. Feel better okay? I need to go to Potions."
Ginny nodded then asked, "Why'd you just call him Draco? Whatever happen to Malfoy this Malfoy that?"
"I'm not sure, but I have to run bye!" Hermione lied, pretending to run off in a hurry.
She turned her head around to wave goodbye to Ginny as she runs off. Of course this wasn't the smartest of all moves because she ran into someone. This must have been a small school because of all people, she ran into Draco Malfoy once again. Barely even balanced, she panicked and fell backwards. Her hands held support as she was on the floor. Draco fell forward towards her because she had accidently kicked his foot as she fell down.
Now this was surely the worse position she could be in, Draco was right on top of her and just barely 1 inch away from her face. His blue eyes seemed to laugh at her.
"I bet you imagined me on top of you too many times," Draco said in a smart aleck voice.
"Shit, get off of me Draco!" Hermione yelled furiously.
Draco gave her a smirk then barely kissed the tip of her nose, "I don't get that often."
Hermione felt almost disgusted; of all places he kisses her on the nose? Yet it was like an Eskimo kiss, she wasn't sure to feel turned on or what. As he got up and away from her, she could feel the heat that was created between the two of them gone.
"Thank you," said Hermione and grabbed her book and scrolls.
Draco raised an eyebrow up, "For what?"
"Getting off of me but I don't appreciate you stalking me. Also, stop sexually harassing poor girls like Ginny Weasley," Hermione advised Draco.
'You got the poor part right,' Draco thought. He had no reason why he went after the Weasley girl; the only thing he could think of was because she was there.
"You're the dominatrix," said Draco, offering Hermione a hand to get up.
Hermione didn't find humor in it but decided to give him a sarcastic smile so he wouldn't have felt so useless. He smiled back with a naughty secret that seemed to wander upon his lips.
"Since we have Potions together we might as well walk together," Suggested Draco.
You could tell his voice was so planned out, he obviously thought of doing this earlier, anyway. She accepted though, it couldn't hurt. They walked the rest of the way to class without a conversation. She wanted to be kind- hearted to Draco for a moment and give him a chance.
"So how are you coping?" asked Hermione silently, she decided to be brave and be the first one to ask.
Draco pretended like he didn't know what she was talking about, "What do you mean?"
"Oh come on, you know what I mean. Your father has passed away today and you can't tell me you're not sad. I seriously don't see why you're wasting your time with me, you should be with your friends," Hermione said quickly.
"Not everyone is blessed with friends like Potter and Weasley. My friends only talk about the situation behind my back," Draco said coldly, his mood automatically changed.
Hermione felt kind of speechless, should she say sorry or what? She had probably said the most thick-headed thing at that moment. Draco looked at her and noticed for the first time, she almost felt like she should give pity to him. She looked back at Draco and gave him a sincere smile.
"I'm sorry," Hermione said.
"I know you are."