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He stared at his watch…it wasn't too late. He could still cancel. But why would he? Why was he, Draco Malfoy, even considering canceling a date?! This was so unlike him! He just didn't seem to be in the mood anymore. He leaned over on his bed a bit, enough to catch a glimpse of Hermione sitting in her pajamas on the floor in front of the fire place, working on something. She was biting her lip, concentrating hard on what she was doing. Draco hesitated once more and hastily made his way towards the door. He was almost out when she called after him.
"Have a nice time."
He paused and sighed. He almost felt guilty about going, and leaving her there.
'She's only a mudblood,' he reminded himself and putting his emotions in check.
"Thanks," he said coldly and left the room.
"Well excuse me for caring," Hermione muttered. He could be such a nightmare sometimes. Men were really just one big bloody pain in the ass! Honestly! Even Harry and Ron could be so thick sometimes!
She went back to her plans for the Yule Ball, the first meeting was scheduled for the next afternoon and she wanted to make sure that the plans were ready to be discussed. She had made up a list of several bands that were available. There were several because she wanted to pick one that could play a variety of music, not just the same popular stuff. She put the completed list in the file folder marked 'Bands' along with the resume of each band.
"Now about the food…" she said to herself and began to search for the various menus.
"So, you didn't tell me which color you like better! Draco?"
"Hmmm?" he asked as Darla Matwer stared at him in frustration. Draco had been with the Slytherin girl for only twenty minutes and was already bored to death. He didn't understand it, she was one of the hottest girls in school and normally he'd be snogging her at this point, but he just couldn't tonight for some reason. He thought maybe he had drifted off to sleep, while memorizing exactly how many threads were in the cushion of the couch. He'd only got to one million, five hundred and thirty three.
"Aw, you messed up my count!"
"I beg your pardon?" she asked, confused.
"Oh nothing. What were you saying?"
"I was asking you which colour you like better for my new robes for the Yule Ball! Weren't you paying attention!" she looked very upset.
He spoke without even thinking,
"No."
Before he could say anything else, she was kissing him, practically in his lap. Draco managed to get her off of him and took a few deep breaths.
"What the hell was that?!" he demanded.
"Well, since you weren't listening to me, I saw you staring at me, so I figured you must have liked something you saw! You were obviously distracted!" she giggled.
"Jesus no! That's not it at all! I wasn't listening to you because I don't care!" She looked taken aback and Draco watched her almost strain to comprehend what he had just said.
"I know it's difficult, but I'm sure you'll figure it out eventually," he coaxed.
"Look, I've had a rough night and I'm not feeling so good, so I'm going to head back up to my dorm."
Darla thought about it for a moment, but looked like she still didn't understand.
"Ok…I'm not sure I really understand what you meant…but I don't think we can go out again," she sighed and bounded towards her room.
"Excellent," he mumbled to himself as he headed back to his dorm. He had just blown any change he had with Darla. Damn it. He entered back into the common room to find Hermione still sitting where he had left her.
"Back so soon?" she asked, not even looking up.
"Well, I know you've been counting the minutes, so why don't you tell me," Draco smirked.
"Funny, but I think you're losing your touch. Perhaps you would like to use the bathroom to go practice, the mirror's free and I'm all done," Hermione shot back.
"What are you doing," he asked, ignoring her previous comment.
"What you should be doing."
"Which is…?"
"Plans for the Yule Ball," she sighed.
"Let me see that," Draco demanded, grabbing the menus and sitting down on the floor across from her.
"So, what happened to your date?" Hermione inquired.
"She had to go."
Hermione dropped what she was holding and stared at him, wide eyed.
"What? What are you staring at?"
"You got rejected didn't you! Oh my god! Draco Malfoy just got rejected! Thank you God for letting me witness this! This has to be the greatest moment of my life!" Hermione celebrated.
"I did not!" Draco protested.
"Oh yes you did! I'm a woman, I know these things!" Hermione was now dancing around the room.
"Bloody hell! You're insane, that's what you are! You better not tell anyone either!"
"Just watch me!"
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She'd done it again; beat him at his own game. He couldn't figure it out, how was this happening! Why did he keep losing his focus around her! What was going on with him lately! He needed to get back his control, Draco Malfoy was losing grip and he didn't like it at all.
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Hermione didn't understand herself lately. She was being almost nice and even friendly with Malfoy! This was definitely not like her and she was getting out as soon as she could! She didn't want to be involved with him in any way, not even as friends. She was determined to end this before anything started.
Little did either of them know, they were already involved, there was no getting out. Only going deeper….
Thanks for all of your great reviews guys, I really appreciate it! I had a rough time writing this one, it's been a tough week on the male front. I've been upset for the last few days while writing this. So if the quality isn't great, I'm truly sorry, I will make it up to you! I will do double individual thank yous in the next chapter because I wanted to get this out to you, but I'm leaving for the long weekend soon and hopefully some cheering up time. Anywaz, have a great weekend and enjoy the chapter!
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