disclaimer I own nadda, but the things i could do with fred and george.. sigh..
Draco sat quietly at the end of the table for the rest of breakfast looking as though his pet snake died. Every few moments he'd look over at the far end of the table his eyes straying to look at Hermione, his Hermione. He stared so long that he didn't' notice her walking towards him only stand inches before his face.
What ARE you looking at?
Uh.. um, The most.. uh.. Never mind you wouldn't believe me if I told you. His chest heaved with a choked back sigh, and he stormed off.
Fred and George sat at the end of the table next to tears, reveling in the fact that Draco was nearly crying. (Psst.) I thought I silenced you (Well Dumbledore unsilenced me. I think it's time you fix your mistake, Did you see him, and look at Hermione, she's so confused, the next thing that could happen is she'll fall for him. That could be catastrophic.) No that would be funny.(It would be horrible) (Terrible)
The entire lunchroom stared at Fred, and Madam Pomfrey wandered up with her wand outstretched. I think you may need to come to the hospital with me young man. Lord knows what's wrong with you talking into space like that. Reckon Voldemort Might have had his way with you. We'll need to check you over completely. Give you some medicine just in case. She muttered as she dragged one half of our red-headed duo towards the infirmary.
You mean we are the only one's who can hear you? George asked under his breath as he watched his brother being pulled away by the plump med-wizard. (only people I want to hear me can hear me. It's time for you to set things straight.) It was permanent. We can't fix it. (Well you better start working on it. Or This story will never end and I'll be your worst nightmare. Capice?) Terror donned on his face, and he raced towards the library, aching for a cure.