Hermione finally snapped out of her daze, just in time to rush off to
double potions. The dungeons were cold and dark as usual, and the sight of
the potions teacher, Professor Severus Snape, did not make Hermione feel
any better. She glanced across at Draco Malfoy as she sat down in her usual
spot next to Ron and Harry. Professor Snape stood suddenly and his voice
echoed around the dungeon as he asked; "What does a combination of dried
nettles and powdered spine of lionfish create if bioled for three hours?"
Hermioned raised her hand, grateful that she could even think straight after what had just happened. Yet Snape, as usual, ignored her upstretched hand and picked on his least favourite person. Harry.
"Mister Potter?"
"Um, I don't know Sir." Harry forced out.
Hermione sighed loudly in frustration, and Draco looked back at her with a completely smug expression. Snape saw this and said in his deep voice;
"Miss Granger, please move seats and grace Mister Malfoy with your presence."
"But, but-" She stuttered.
"NOW!" He yelled. "And five points off Gryffindor for your insolence young lady."
Hermione slowly got out of her place and moved over next to Draco, all the while feeling both the Gryffindors and the Slytherins watching her. As she sank down into the seat, Draco's foot slid out sideways and gently tapped her's. Hermione turned to look at him, but caught herself quickly, remembering that everyone else would notice if she did. No-one but Harry and Ron knew of anything yet, and she wanted to keep it that way. As Snape droned on about rain-making potions, Hermione strained to ignore Draco. Every so often, his foot would nudge her's, and Hermione desperately hoped nobody saw this. Hermione suddenly felt something brush against her leg. She was about to slap Draco, when she realised there was a small, folded piece of parchment in her lap. Slowly and cautiously, so that Snape wouldn't see, Hermione pocketed the letter behind her robes. After class ended, Hermione dashed into the girls dorms. She curled up on her bed and slowly unfolded the note.
"Hermione," It read,
"This is another undying quote from Shakespeare. Read it well.
Juliet ~ Then have my lips the sin that they have took.
Romeo ~ Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again!
This quote reveals everything I want to say, but expressed in a way I could never put it. I hope you feel the same...
Forever Your's,
Draco."
Hermioned giggled in a high-pitched tone, then stopped herself, wondering what Draco would think of such behaviour. What was she thinking?! Who'd care what Malfoy thought? I do. She realised. I care. She remembered the sweet kiss they'd shared earlier. She cared about him as he cared about her. She shook her head, then repacked her bags for her Herbology lesson with the Hufflepuffs later on. She felt disdain run through her when she thought of that house. Hufflepuff! Even the name was stupid! Not mentioning the people in it! Wait a minute, what was she thinking? Hufflepuff people weren't bad, though slightly duller and more goody-two-shoes than the rest. What? Why was she acting like this? Then she realised she was thinking like a Slytherin.
"Love can make you do funny things. Gods, I need help." She mumbled to herself.
Thinking like a Slytherin. She shuddered at the thought of being anything like those people. Then she thought, 'hang on, Draco's in that house!' No, Malfoy! no Draco! How could she even think of continuing anything with him, he was a Malfoy, follower of you know who! She was a muggle, a halfblood! Gods, when did she think of herself as a halfblood!! Malfoy was Malfoy and she was Hermione Granger, normal Hogwarts student. Malfoy was bad. Draco! Malfoy! Draco!
The two names echoed through her head, and finally, after she couldn't hear anything anymore, she collapsed on her bed and burst into tears, unsure of what in the world she was going to do.
Hermioned raised her hand, grateful that she could even think straight after what had just happened. Yet Snape, as usual, ignored her upstretched hand and picked on his least favourite person. Harry.
"Mister Potter?"
"Um, I don't know Sir." Harry forced out.
Hermione sighed loudly in frustration, and Draco looked back at her with a completely smug expression. Snape saw this and said in his deep voice;
"Miss Granger, please move seats and grace Mister Malfoy with your presence."
"But, but-" She stuttered.
"NOW!" He yelled. "And five points off Gryffindor for your insolence young lady."
Hermione slowly got out of her place and moved over next to Draco, all the while feeling both the Gryffindors and the Slytherins watching her. As she sank down into the seat, Draco's foot slid out sideways and gently tapped her's. Hermione turned to look at him, but caught herself quickly, remembering that everyone else would notice if she did. No-one but Harry and Ron knew of anything yet, and she wanted to keep it that way. As Snape droned on about rain-making potions, Hermione strained to ignore Draco. Every so often, his foot would nudge her's, and Hermione desperately hoped nobody saw this. Hermione suddenly felt something brush against her leg. She was about to slap Draco, when she realised there was a small, folded piece of parchment in her lap. Slowly and cautiously, so that Snape wouldn't see, Hermione pocketed the letter behind her robes. After class ended, Hermione dashed into the girls dorms. She curled up on her bed and slowly unfolded the note.
"Hermione," It read,
"This is another undying quote from Shakespeare. Read it well.
Juliet ~ Then have my lips the sin that they have took.
Romeo ~ Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again!
This quote reveals everything I want to say, but expressed in a way I could never put it. I hope you feel the same...
Forever Your's,
Draco."
Hermioned giggled in a high-pitched tone, then stopped herself, wondering what Draco would think of such behaviour. What was she thinking?! Who'd care what Malfoy thought? I do. She realised. I care. She remembered the sweet kiss they'd shared earlier. She cared about him as he cared about her. She shook her head, then repacked her bags for her Herbology lesson with the Hufflepuffs later on. She felt disdain run through her when she thought of that house. Hufflepuff! Even the name was stupid! Not mentioning the people in it! Wait a minute, what was she thinking? Hufflepuff people weren't bad, though slightly duller and more goody-two-shoes than the rest. What? Why was she acting like this? Then she realised she was thinking like a Slytherin.
"Love can make you do funny things. Gods, I need help." She mumbled to herself.
Thinking like a Slytherin. She shuddered at the thought of being anything like those people. Then she thought, 'hang on, Draco's in that house!' No, Malfoy! no Draco! How could she even think of continuing anything with him, he was a Malfoy, follower of you know who! She was a muggle, a halfblood! Gods, when did she think of herself as a halfblood!! Malfoy was Malfoy and she was Hermione Granger, normal Hogwarts student. Malfoy was bad. Draco! Malfoy! Draco!
The two names echoed through her head, and finally, after she couldn't hear anything anymore, she collapsed on her bed and burst into tears, unsure of what in the world she was going to do.