Midnight Wanderer-Part 2


Hermione awoke later the next day. It was almost lunch time. She wasn't really that hungry so she went down stairs, and skipped into the Library. She had to read up on how to take care of Pillercaters. Hagrid had assigned each student in his class to find out how to take care of a Magical creature. Everyone had to choose something different.

Hermione picked up a book that had been leaning against the rest, which is why it stood out to her. It was red with gold lettering, How to Care for Pillercaters.

"Hmmm...I think I'll take this one," Hermione muttered to herself, and left for the common room. She opened the old book and started reading on chapter one.

"Hey, watch where you're going!" She looked up. It was none other than Draco. She had carelessly bumped into him. He looked so handsome in his khakis and a plaid shirt. She averted her glance to someone next to him. It was Pansy Parkinson.

"Hermione, dear, move out of the way before you get someone more important than you hurt," Pansy said, referring to herself, "Come along, Draco, daddy is waiting for us in the Great Hall. He wanted to meet you." Her voice trailed off as she got farther away, which is Hermione liked it. She hated Draco, but hated Pansy more. She acted like he was her dog...uh oh. Was Hermione feeling something for Draco? Defending him? That's not good, not good at all. He was her arch enemy, always pointing out that she was a mudblood. She winced at the thought. She blamed the "feelings" for him on her hormones, and kept walking. "Reeses peanut butter cup," Hermione mumbled. The Fat Lady swung open and screeched back, "Honey, you shouldn't read in the hallways. You might run into something." Ignoring her, Hermione plopped on one of the couches and resumed her intense reading.

Something in the back of her mind kept nagging at her, but she pushed it away and read on. Then she remembered. She was supposed to be in the secret room half an hour ago to study! She wanted dibs on it before Draco arrived there. Hastily, she retrieved her bag from her dormitory, and followed the same path to the room.

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Draco slunk along the throbbing shadows, cast by the flaming torches the lit up the hallway. He didn't want to get caught. He knew that mudblood wouldn't dare go to his secret room after he threatened her not to. But what if she had? She would find out his secret. That he...no. He mustn't think that. She wouldn't be there. She shouldn't...

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Hermione opened the sqeaky door. Or, at least, expected to. But it was open a crack. And she had closed it the night before. She peeked into the dimly-lit room. Someone was there. She could hear them. She inched the door open a little at a time. She made out the lean, muscular, fair-skinned body as Draco's. She didn't want to disturb him at the minute. She was determined to find out why he was here.

"Newt's legs added with-uh-what was it? Oh yeah, newt's legs added with frog's tongues makes-um-er-the Dreamless Draught," Draco stuttered.

"So Draco comes here to study? He is Snape's favorite student and he doesn't even know a potion when he hears it," Hermione thought. She longed to help this frustrated boy, whom she had feelings for. She walked up behind him and tapped his shoulder. Draco shook, startled.

"I thought I told you not to come back!" Draco shouted. He hid his book under the blanket on the bed. Hermione had a quick eye, and retrieved it. He tried to grab it from her, but she held it above his head, "I'll give it back if you tell me why you come here."

A/N: How do you like it??? Hope ya do! R/R!
I KNOW it's short. I just have to plan out the next part. It sounds better in parts then if I mush it together. So DON'T complain!