A/N: Here's chapter 6! I just got 10 reviews and decided to post! Thank you for all the wonderful reviews and your time. Enjoy…
What She Thinks: Chapter 6:
Tuesday night came rather quickly, faster than Hermione would have liked anyway. She was still pondering weather to should show up or not.
Harry had delayed her Quidditch practice for a week, but in return he had moved the tryouts back a week.
Hermione looked at the clock, it was now eleven thirty. Making up her mind she tiptoed down to the common room. To her great relief, it was empty. Now asking herself weather or not she should sneak up to Harry's dorm and grab the Invisibility cloak.
She answered her question with a faint shake of her head and walk as quietly as possible to the portrait hole.
Hoping against hope she wouldn't be caught Hermione slinked along the hall, keeping to the shadows. Many times she had to stifle a gasp as shadows moved along the passageways. But by pure luck no figures entered her corridor.
With the trophy room in sight Hermione sprinted the length of the Hall, voices echoing behind her. Forcing open the door, her wand clutched tightly in her hand she entered. Before even one quick look around the room she hurriedly locked the door behind her. With a deep sigh she turned around. To her complete horror a figure stood, baring down at her. Its pointed face firmly locked in a sneer: Draco Malfoy.
"You," She snarled.
"Me," He agreed, nodding his head in satisfaction. "I thought you'd come. Thought I was someone else did you? Maybe Potter?"
Hermione made to unlock the door but was stopped; Malfoy now had drawn his wand to her throat.
"You wouldn't," She choked, "You'd get in to much trouble."
Malfoy's smile widened. "You'd like to think so, wouldn't you? Bindenium!" He hissed, as ropes shot from the ground, and in the blink of an eye, Hermione's arms were bound to her side, her feet locked together as her wand rolled, untouched, across the marbled floor.
"We all know what you think of Potter, my question is, must you make it so obvious?" He taunted, twiddling his wand fondly. "Accirio!" He shot; Hermione flinched as her wand flew into Malfoy's hand. Feeling quiet stupid, for a second he thought he was going to curse her.
"But I have something you're both interested in." He said silkily, as the ropes binding Hermione unraveled from around her and vanished. Malfoy had now drawn something from inside his robes. Hermione leaned forward to look in his out stretched palm but Draco quickly closed his fingers around it. Hermione looked at him questioningly.
"I believe you've been looking for it?" Malfoy sneered.
"What?" Hermione said coolly, "What have I been looking for?"
He stretched out his hand once more and it took her a second to realize what it was. It was a broken part of the medallion. It was obviously a wing, probably the upper wing of the stone phoenix.
"Okay Malfoy," she sighed, laying her hands on her hips, "What'd you want?"
Hermione wished she hadn't asked. In the blink of an eye he had slammed her against the nearest wall, holding her hands high above her head, leaning heavily on her chest. She made to kick him, but he quickly stood on both her feet, immobilizing her.
Leaning in close to her ear, he hissed, in a soft yet deep voice, "you."
There was a grunt as Draco was knocked sideways and Hermione hit the floor. Getting up she looked frantically around. Draco was struggling with thin air, Harry's head suspended high above him.
"Go!" Harry ordered, as Malfoy's face took on an odd smashed look.
Feeling Hermione couldn't just leave them there her eyes darted to Draco who was making frantic moves to get to his wand. The tip of his fingers inched toward it in the struggle against Harry's invisible body.
Taking a flying leap Hermione pulled the wand out of Draco's reach. Scrambling to her feet she removed her wand from the corner of the room and pointed it at the two.
"Harry! Move!" She said firmly.
Harry backed away from her wand point and Draco stood up, his hand held above his head.
Walking backwards she beckoned Harry to come with her, wand still pointed at Draco. Harry threw the cloak over her as she dropped Draco's wand near the door. They both exited.
"What was that all about?" Harry hissed under the cloak.
"I'll tell you later," She whispered, turning the corner.
'He saved me…" She thought happily. Though once she had entered the common room, her thoughts were anything but happy.
"What were you thinking?" Harry yelled in awe." Taking a midnight stroll with dear old Drakie huh?"
Harry was pacing the floor of the common room in front of the fire, glaring down at Hermione on the couch.
"He had a piece of the Medallion!"
"So?" Harry yelled, exasperated.
"Would you just let me explain?" She hollered, throwing her pillow down on the floor in anger. "You're just being--proactive!" She struggled to find words," I am not a child!"
"Then stop acting like one!" Out of all the emotions she had expected Harry to display once they had reached the common room, anger was not one of them. "PROTECTIVE? Of what?! Your lucky you made it back in one piece!"
Reasoning calmly with herself Hermione walked slowly up to Harry, and said in much calmer and sweeter voice, "And I have you to thank for it."
Sitting solemnly back on the squishy sofa She watched as Harry took a deep breath and said apologetically, "I'm sorry Hermi I didn't think…"
"And I'm sorry too," she whispered, as Harry plopped down next to her, slowly massaging his temples, elbows resting on his knees.
Feeling this was the right time Hermione took a deep breath and asked the question that had been hanging over her head for the last few days.
"Harry? What do you thin--" But to her relief she was interrupted.
"Will you sing for me?" Harry asked, leaning back on the sofa.
She giggled.
"I can't sing!"
"No really! Sing for me!" Harry urged.
"Oh come on, you know I can't sing."
"Yes you can! Just go: LA LA LA LA LA!" Harry yelled. I it was enough to make Hermione close her ears.
"And I thought I was a bad singer!" She laughed.
"You sing or we dance. Your choice." He bargained.
"I have and idea! How about I just go up to be now! I am sooo sleepy." She said with a fake yawn, though she couldn't help suppress the smile spreading across her face. She stood up but before she could take a step Harry had grabbed her around the waist and was now holding her hand in dance position, dragging her across the floor.
Feeling it was useless to struggle she let herself be led across the common room.
Muttering a melody under his breath Harry dipped her and stopped near the staircase leading to the girl's dorms.
"You're a lovely dancer darling." He joked, kissing her hand.
Staring at eachother, Hermione broke the silence with a forced cough.
"I'm really tiered, I better get up to bed." She reasoned, not making eye contact with him.
"You know it's funny. I've seen some gorgeous things but you…I could stare at you all day," There was a pregnant pause, "But wouldn't it be nice if I was the only one…?" His voice trailed off.
"Thank you."
Without another word, Hermione walked silently up the stairs.
Lying back on her bed she smiled vaguely. So he loved her? Never had she been told something so--something so romantic…and what did he mean "the only one?" Surly he wasn't implying Victor! They had decided it was over…Victor had many other girls hanging around him now that he had graduated.
Not that Harry didn't. There were girls around him constantly, but he didn't seem to think about anyone but Cho…Well, until now anyway…
A/N: What do you think? Yes it was mushy but believe it or not there is a story behind it…That's what the medallion all about…Thank you again for all your reviews! Chapter 7 will be out by this weekend, if it's not, holler at me or something. If you have any questions or I have confused you, e-mail me! VeelaChick4000@aol.com.
~Gabbi D.