A/N: Never have I met such demanding people (or person)! Oh well in the words of a song "I work at pleasing me 'cuz I can't please you. And that's why I do what I do." So us sit it out. Sorry if it's dragging or if you're suffering from Harry/ Draco deprivation. If you truly can't stand it, there are chapters 3, 5, 9, and 24. (Sorry if I sound peevish. I lost the disk with all my story files somewhere.)
Thanks to Glace de Slytherin (What makes you think I don't like 'Mione? I don't, BTW. I guess to me she'll always be the bossy know-it-all she was in the first book.), Cat Samwise, Heloisa, Vistor to Earth, silrayn silverwolf, Tinuviel182, Artemis, Lindsay Beth, Tom Riddilpley, Luna, Spookygirl, lil_gemini, Lelio, Mrrrisa, Krissy, Zoe, and Do you really care?! Thanks also to Sweet Eowyn, DS Ire, and Wyvern, who it's always nice to hear from.
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Hermione literally ran right into Harry. It didn't take a genius to figure out what he had been up to. She could tell just by the silly grin plastered on his face. She hated him suddenly. Why was he so damned happy? What gave him the right to be so cheerful when her world was just going to pieces? Well his parents were dead, for one. Oh yeah and then there was the fact that he lived with those horrid people...She realized that Harry had spent most of his life being unhappy. How could she begrudge him the little bit of happiness he had now. Why wasn't she glad for him? She felt worse than she had before.
"Herm, what's wrong?" Harry asked softly, noticing her distress. It couldn't have been more glaringly obvious if it painted itself neon pink and danced through the halls. Word tumbled out of her mouth so fast, Harry could hardly get more than the words "preoccupied", "Ron", "Neville" and "kissing." But he didn't need to be a genius of Hermione's caliber to figure out what was troubling the poor girl. Ron and Neville! It seemed so far-fetched he almost laughed. Hermione would have hated him forever so he kept a straight face and tried to be as comforting as he could. He hugged her. She melted against him and kept crying.
"But how could he do it?" she said.
"I sure it's not what it looked like."
"Right. An invasion of Cornish Pixies swarmed into the dorm and lifted Neville and Ron up by their robes, which of course fell open. Then they dropped Ron on top of Neville so that their lips were conviently touching and performed a binding spell to make seperation impossible for at least five minutes. Yes, I see it all clearly," she snapped.
"I'm sure there's something more plausible then that," Harry said, a bit ruffled by Hermione's generous use of sarcasm.
"Yes, he's left me for Neville!" she said, breaking into fresh tears.
"Hermione!" Harry said. "Be reasonable."
"Reasonable? Harry, in case you didn't get the memo, Reason has not visited the Gryfindor dorms since you fell for Malfoy!"
"That was uncalled for."
"It's true. Besides, I spend 99% of my life being reasonable. I think I'm allowed an occasional reprieve." There was a tense silence.
"Neville?" Hermione wailed again.
"Neville's not that bad, actually," Harry said, without thinking. Hermione looked at him in disbelief.
"Was that supposed to make me feel better?"
"Is the law on my side if I say 'Ay'?"
"No," she replied glumly.
"It could be worse.'
"I don't see how."
"It could've been Pansy or Bulstrode or Goyle or Snape or-"
"Stop! Stop! You're only making things worse!" she yelled. He smiled sheepishly.
"Sorry," he said, hugging her again. She rested her head on his shoulder.
"I think I've got it figured out."
"How?"
"I give up on Gryffindors. Maybe I can find a straight guy in Ravenclaw- or Hufflepuff, even," she said with a little giggle. Harry laughed.
"There's the spirit." She smiled at him and gave him a soft peck on the lips before heading of to her sanctuary- the library.
Harry heard footsteps and turned to see a pale blond boy disappearing around a corner. What was Draco doing lurking around hallways?
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Alright. I can hear the complaints now. Not enough Draco! No Draco/Harry! Who honestly cares about Hermione? Patience, dears. I don't care if it isn't one of your virtues. I'll have the next bit up ASAP. And it will have both Harry and Draco.
Luv ya-
J.Silver
Thanks to Glace de Slytherin (What makes you think I don't like 'Mione? I don't, BTW. I guess to me she'll always be the bossy know-it-all she was in the first book.), Cat Samwise, Heloisa, Vistor to Earth, silrayn silverwolf, Tinuviel182, Artemis, Lindsay Beth, Tom Riddilpley, Luna, Spookygirl, lil_gemini, Lelio, Mrrrisa, Krissy, Zoe, and Do you really care?! Thanks also to Sweet Eowyn, DS Ire, and Wyvern, who it's always nice to hear from.
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Hermione literally ran right into Harry. It didn't take a genius to figure out what he had been up to. She could tell just by the silly grin plastered on his face. She hated him suddenly. Why was he so damned happy? What gave him the right to be so cheerful when her world was just going to pieces? Well his parents were dead, for one. Oh yeah and then there was the fact that he lived with those horrid people...She realized that Harry had spent most of his life being unhappy. How could she begrudge him the little bit of happiness he had now. Why wasn't she glad for him? She felt worse than she had before.
"Herm, what's wrong?" Harry asked softly, noticing her distress. It couldn't have been more glaringly obvious if it painted itself neon pink and danced through the halls. Word tumbled out of her mouth so fast, Harry could hardly get more than the words "preoccupied", "Ron", "Neville" and "kissing." But he didn't need to be a genius of Hermione's caliber to figure out what was troubling the poor girl. Ron and Neville! It seemed so far-fetched he almost laughed. Hermione would have hated him forever so he kept a straight face and tried to be as comforting as he could. He hugged her. She melted against him and kept crying.
"But how could he do it?" she said.
"I sure it's not what it looked like."
"Right. An invasion of Cornish Pixies swarmed into the dorm and lifted Neville and Ron up by their robes, which of course fell open. Then they dropped Ron on top of Neville so that their lips were conviently touching and performed a binding spell to make seperation impossible for at least five minutes. Yes, I see it all clearly," she snapped.
"I'm sure there's something more plausible then that," Harry said, a bit ruffled by Hermione's generous use of sarcasm.
"Yes, he's left me for Neville!" she said, breaking into fresh tears.
"Hermione!" Harry said. "Be reasonable."
"Reasonable? Harry, in case you didn't get the memo, Reason has not visited the Gryfindor dorms since you fell for Malfoy!"
"That was uncalled for."
"It's true. Besides, I spend 99% of my life being reasonable. I think I'm allowed an occasional reprieve." There was a tense silence.
"Neville?" Hermione wailed again.
"Neville's not that bad, actually," Harry said, without thinking. Hermione looked at him in disbelief.
"Was that supposed to make me feel better?"
"Is the law on my side if I say 'Ay'?"
"No," she replied glumly.
"It could be worse.'
"I don't see how."
"It could've been Pansy or Bulstrode or Goyle or Snape or-"
"Stop! Stop! You're only making things worse!" she yelled. He smiled sheepishly.
"Sorry," he said, hugging her again. She rested her head on his shoulder.
"I think I've got it figured out."
"How?"
"I give up on Gryffindors. Maybe I can find a straight guy in Ravenclaw- or Hufflepuff, even," she said with a little giggle. Harry laughed.
"There's the spirit." She smiled at him and gave him a soft peck on the lips before heading of to her sanctuary- the library.
Harry heard footsteps and turned to see a pale blond boy disappearing around a corner. What was Draco doing lurking around hallways?
***
Alright. I can hear the complaints now. Not enough Draco! No Draco/Harry! Who honestly cares about Hermione? Patience, dears. I don't care if it isn't one of your virtues. I'll have the next bit up ASAP. And it will have both Harry and Draco.
Luv ya-
J.Silver