Everything She Wants
By: M.B.
Chapter 12: Three Small Words
Disclaimer: Sadly I did not write and do not own Harry Potter.
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"Vertical Horizon" Hermione told the statue. It sprung aside to reveal Malfoy sitting on the couch listening to her Vertical Horizon CD.
"Oh." she said startled to see him, "Um, hi."
"Lo. I was just listening to your CD. You don't mind do you?"
"Would it matter if I said I did?"
"Nope" he replied smiling slyly.
"So you like it?"
"Like what?"
"The CD you prat!"
"Watch the name calling... Mudblood," he added the last with a sneer, "Yes, actually I do" he continued, "They're pretty good, for muggles."
"They're really good. Period."
"Uh, Draco... can I ask you a question?"
"Didn't give me much choice there, did ya sunshine?" Draco replied with his trademark smirk.
"Ha. ha, very funny. But, really..."
"Sure" he said cautiously.
"Why did you um...well...you know... kiss me?"
"I dunno." he replied carelessly with a shrug, "Seemed like a good idea at the time."
"Well!" Hermione gasped slightly injured.
"Oh, now you can't tell me that bothers you. You don't love me any more than I love you.
"Now those are three words I never expected to her from you, Draco."
"So kissing puts us on first name terms now. Eh, `Mione. And I didn't use 'those three words' in the context you mean."
"Don't call me `Mione."
"I was just joking!" He shook his head and muttered something about idiot mudbloods. "You can call me Hermione. I'd prefer it actually. I detest being called by my last name."
"Fine, just not in public."
Hermione snorted. "Afraid of what people will think, Mr. Pureblood?"
"I happen to be proud of the fact that I'm pureblood, Ms. Mudblood. Now tell me the truth, you'd be mad at me if I walked up beside when you were with Harry and Ron and said 'Hi, Hermione!' "
"This is true," replied Hermione, seeing sense in what he was saying, "Truce?"
"Why not?"
"It's late, I'm going to bed. G'night Draco."
"I never, ever, ever, expected to hear that from you!" he said his smirk making what he meant very clear.
"And I didn't expect to say it; although, I've done a lot of things this year that I didn't expect, or intend for that matter, to do." she said smiling as if she knew something he didn't.
Draco didn't need to see that smile to know what she meant. A look Hermione couldn't read crossed his face.
"Ferret" she said stepping through the portrait. Draco stayed in the parlor for a long time starring into the fire thinking about what she had just said.
He was falling for her. "Falling for her," he thought. "The mudblood, Granger. How?" Then he remembered how she looked in the hospital, like an angel. "You're pretty pitiful" he told himself, "One day with her and your losing it. Sixteen years worth of teachings gone. Pretty sad, huh?" Then he got up and waked through the portrait hole. In the next room, Hermione was brushing her flowing, long hair. She was humming a song to herself, but she could only remember the tune, not the words. She had been brushing the same section of hair for nearly fifteen minutes. She wasn't thinking about her hair. She knew it. She didn't know when it had happened, but it had, and yet she had known all along it was going to. She had fallen in love. Finally she remembered she had to sleep. Hermione climbed into her large green bed (the color was growing on her) and hummed herself to sleep.
Draco loves her YAY!! Ok, well not yet but he's gettin there! Ok well he's not really "getting there" either.. (stupid prat! lol) Newayz... REVIEW!!
By: M.B.
Chapter 12: Three Small Words
Disclaimer: Sadly I did not write and do not own Harry Potter.
More Fluff...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Vertical Horizon" Hermione told the statue. It sprung aside to reveal Malfoy sitting on the couch listening to her Vertical Horizon CD.
"Oh." she said startled to see him, "Um, hi."
"Lo. I was just listening to your CD. You don't mind do you?"
"Would it matter if I said I did?"
"Nope" he replied smiling slyly.
"So you like it?"
"Like what?"
"The CD you prat!"
"Watch the name calling... Mudblood," he added the last with a sneer, "Yes, actually I do" he continued, "They're pretty good, for muggles."
"They're really good. Period."
"Uh, Draco... can I ask you a question?"
"Didn't give me much choice there, did ya sunshine?" Draco replied with his trademark smirk.
"Ha. ha, very funny. But, really..."
"Sure" he said cautiously.
"Why did you um...well...you know... kiss me?"
"I dunno." he replied carelessly with a shrug, "Seemed like a good idea at the time."
"Well!" Hermione gasped slightly injured.
"Oh, now you can't tell me that bothers you. You don't love me any more than I love you.
"Now those are three words I never expected to her from you, Draco."
"So kissing puts us on first name terms now. Eh, `Mione. And I didn't use 'those three words' in the context you mean."
"Don't call me `Mione."
"I was just joking!" He shook his head and muttered something about idiot mudbloods. "You can call me Hermione. I'd prefer it actually. I detest being called by my last name."
"Fine, just not in public."
Hermione snorted. "Afraid of what people will think, Mr. Pureblood?"
"I happen to be proud of the fact that I'm pureblood, Ms. Mudblood. Now tell me the truth, you'd be mad at me if I walked up beside when you were with Harry and Ron and said 'Hi, Hermione!' "
"This is true," replied Hermione, seeing sense in what he was saying, "Truce?"
"Why not?"
"It's late, I'm going to bed. G'night Draco."
"I never, ever, ever, expected to hear that from you!" he said his smirk making what he meant very clear.
"And I didn't expect to say it; although, I've done a lot of things this year that I didn't expect, or intend for that matter, to do." she said smiling as if she knew something he didn't.
Draco didn't need to see that smile to know what she meant. A look Hermione couldn't read crossed his face.
"Ferret" she said stepping through the portrait. Draco stayed in the parlor for a long time starring into the fire thinking about what she had just said.
He was falling for her. "Falling for her," he thought. "The mudblood, Granger. How?" Then he remembered how she looked in the hospital, like an angel. "You're pretty pitiful" he told himself, "One day with her and your losing it. Sixteen years worth of teachings gone. Pretty sad, huh?" Then he got up and waked through the portrait hole. In the next room, Hermione was brushing her flowing, long hair. She was humming a song to herself, but she could only remember the tune, not the words. She had been brushing the same section of hair for nearly fifteen minutes. She wasn't thinking about her hair. She knew it. She didn't know when it had happened, but it had, and yet she had known all along it was going to. She had fallen in love. Finally she remembered she had to sleep. Hermione climbed into her large green bed (the color was growing on her) and hummed herself to sleep.
Draco loves her YAY!! Ok, well not yet but he's gettin there! Ok well he's not really "getting there" either.. (stupid prat! lol) Newayz... REVIEW!!