Snake Inside, Chapter 5
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or places mentioned in this story or in the Harry Potter series itself. Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling. Don't sue.
Author's note: Hermione/Draco. Don't like? Don't read. It's that simple. Don't read just to flame. That's just stupid. Don't flame, period. Constructive Criticism, people. It helps make the world go 'round.
Rating: R
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Draco peered at the Gryffindor table. No Granger. Where could she be? She had been outside last night, but was now gone. Maybe she left. Maybe she's sick. Maybe she's dead. Over dramatic thoughts filtered through Draco's head, his mind swimming.
Ron, Harry, and Seamus were shoveling food into their mouths, not seeming to notice one of them was missing. Surely Weasley had noticed. He hung all over her like an over-protective brother, just like he treated Ginny.
Then there she was. Her face pale, her hair drawn into a tight pony-tail, her mouth a straight line. She sat next to Ron, who started lecturing her. Draco could tell from the hand gestures he was making. They weren't vulgar for once, but still...
Hermione visibly sighed, crossing her arms across her chest. Ron placed a full plate of food in front of her, and she shook her head, clamping her mouth shut.
He watched her speaking to him, and him to her. He watched the movements, trying to decipher what they were saying.
'No, Ron! I'm not sick, and I'm not hungry. Calm down. I'm fine.'
'You're not fine. You've never skipped a meal. You never sleep outside. Something's wrong. Why won't you tell me what it is?'
'There's nothing to tell.'
Draco, annoyed by Weasley's ignorance, stood and walked past. He leaned close to her ear, noticing her, Weasley, and most of the Gryffindor's visibly stiffen and freeze. "Better eat, Granger. You'll need your strength to argue with me, remember?"
She snorted quietly, so only they could hear, and he walked away, out the door. When he turned, she was eating small bites of food.
Ron threw up his hands.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or places mentioned in this story or in the Harry Potter series itself. Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling. Don't sue.
Author's note: Hermione/Draco. Don't like? Don't read. It's that simple. Don't read just to flame. That's just stupid. Don't flame, period. Constructive Criticism, people. It helps make the world go 'round.
Rating: R
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Draco peered at the Gryffindor table. No Granger. Where could she be? She had been outside last night, but was now gone. Maybe she left. Maybe she's sick. Maybe she's dead. Over dramatic thoughts filtered through Draco's head, his mind swimming.
Ron, Harry, and Seamus were shoveling food into their mouths, not seeming to notice one of them was missing. Surely Weasley had noticed. He hung all over her like an over-protective brother, just like he treated Ginny.
Then there she was. Her face pale, her hair drawn into a tight pony-tail, her mouth a straight line. She sat next to Ron, who started lecturing her. Draco could tell from the hand gestures he was making. They weren't vulgar for once, but still...
Hermione visibly sighed, crossing her arms across her chest. Ron placed a full plate of food in front of her, and she shook her head, clamping her mouth shut.
He watched her speaking to him, and him to her. He watched the movements, trying to decipher what they were saying.
'No, Ron! I'm not sick, and I'm not hungry. Calm down. I'm fine.'
'You're not fine. You've never skipped a meal. You never sleep outside. Something's wrong. Why won't you tell me what it is?'
'There's nothing to tell.'
Draco, annoyed by Weasley's ignorance, stood and walked past. He leaned close to her ear, noticing her, Weasley, and most of the Gryffindor's visibly stiffen and freeze. "Better eat, Granger. You'll need your strength to argue with me, remember?"
She snorted quietly, so only they could hear, and he walked away, out the door. When he turned, she was eating small bites of food.
Ron threw up his hands.
