A/N: Come one, come all, and read this fanfic... muchachacha... I g2g so I'll be short, see ya l8r on the flip side and REVIEW!!!!!! Hehe, didn't mean to sound so forceful but I really gotta go, adios.
IMPORTANT: DEAR MY FAITHFUL FOLLOWING; WHEN I BEGAN I DID NOT KNOW HOW THIS WOULD TURN OUT. I REGRET TO INFORMT AHT I WILL BE TRANSFERRING THIS STORY UNDER HERMIONE/DRACO RATHER THAN HARRY/HERMIONE. I PUT IT H/H ORIGINALLY BECAUSE ALL ARE MAIN CHARACTERS BUT THEY ARE IN IT THE MOST AND ROMANCE IS NOT BETWEEN THEM. I GOT A COUPLE RESENTFUL REVIEWS SO I AM MOVING IT. I AM SORRY. BYEBYE~me123
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine, nor is he yours... unless ur Jk...
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"Mmm..." Ron murmured, sinking his teeth into his second bagel. "This lox is heavenly; they should have served it at Hogwarts."
"Speaking of which," Ginny said between moutfuls of creamc heese, "we have to make sure we're back in England by the 16th of June."
"You're welcome to stay until then," Wally offered, entering the small kitchen. "I have no conflicts."
"Thanks, but I'm not sure," Harry said tentatively. "We were going to try to stay on the road and see some sites."
"That's fine," Wally nodded, smothering a poppy seed bagel with veggie cream cheese. "But if you change your mind, I'm cool with it."
"Great..." Cho was obviously ogling at Wally, who they had discovered to be twenty-two years old, a professional photgrapher, Emory college graduate, and rabid jazz fan."That sounds great..."
Ginny rolled her eyes and they all laughed a little.
"I'm taking the Vette for gas." Draco patted his pocket. "Does anyone want to come?"
"Oh, yes," Ron said, a piece of lox flying from the corner of his mouth. It landed on a cringing Hermione. "Herm, didn't you want to pick up magazines or something?"
"Oh... yeah, I did, but I don't want to tag along," she lied, brushing off the discard of Ron's mouth; she actually wanted to keep her distance from Draco.
"Nonsense," the blonde boy replied coolly. He obviously knew of her reasons and was trying to upset her. "Three's company, right Ron?"
"Of course; Herm, are you alright?" He was looking at her strangely.
"Fine, I'll come," she sighed reluctantly and slid her bagel away. "There are so many calories in that cream cheese!"
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"Teen People, Seventeen, Teen, Cosmo Girl, Teen Vogue..." Hermione scanned the headlines for an appetizing magazine on an aisle of Walgreens.
"Are you looking for me?"
She spun to see Draco smirking at her. "No, unless your name is Cosmo Girl," she replied impatiently. "What do you want, Malfoy?"
"Oh, nothing," he whistled, but didn't move on. "Just to mess with your head."
"Uh-huh, well you do that, I'm going to get this one," she replied, monotone, and picked up a Teen People. She turned to go to the register but he blocked her path. She was 5'6", making him 7 inches taller, so she cranked her neck up to look at him. "Um, Malfoy, can I help you?"
"Why don't you like me?" he said quite bluntly.
She was taken aback. He had sounded earnest and genuine, like a 3rd grader just wanting to be accepted; it was so unlike him. In fact, it took her a moment to find words. "Well... you were never nice to me, calling me Mudblood and such and such, and insulting my friends and family... and you give me a bad feeling," she admitted honestly, shuffling the magazine that no longer seemed important from hand to hand.
"But I don't call you things or insult you anymore!" he protested, frustrated.
"But you still make me feel bad!" she cried, and pushed her way past him. He didn't follow; instead, he stood there for a moment, trying to make sense of the conversation he had just had.
"That will be $3.17, ma'am," the clerk told Hermione. She shuffled through the five dollars the gang had left and handed four to the lady; after receiving her magazine and $1.83 change, she quickly hustled out of the store and waited by a newspaper stand; Ron and Draco had not come out yet.
It was surprisingly cold for early summer, a slight chill in the air. It wasn't much, but Hermione felt cold and icy inside. The sun was only beginning to peek out from behind a few dreary clouds; maybe things would warm up after all.
The bell on the door clanged as Ron and Draco emerged, chattering about Muggle sports or something else that did not catch Hermione's interests. They walked next door to a gas station called "Shell." "Freezus," Draco muttered, and the scene stopped. He removed the mini scarlet Vette from his pants pocket, placed it in front of a service stand, and quickly returned it to normal size. He then looked to Hermione for instructions.
After Hermione demonstrated how to fill a tank with gas, they left their $1.83 (it was $1.92 per gallon, but they figured it was better than nothing) on the counter, sped away, and waited for a safe distance until they put Brooklyn back into motion.
Hermione noticed Draco was carrying a small plastic bag from Walgreens. "What'd you buy, Malfoy?" she asked from the backseat. With the back all to herself, it was plenty roomy.
"Oh, pimple cream. You remember the pimple I showed you, right, Hermione?" He was obviously playing with her mind.
She blushed furiously. "No, no, I don't... I don't remember that."
"Oh, really?" Draco frowned in mock confusion. "We were alone in the bedroom and I was looking in the mirror and I called you over and you came and--"
"Oh, yeah!" Hermione suddenly piped up shrilly. "I... I remember, yes."
Ron looked at her like she had three heads, but Draco just smiled. He liked having the upperhand. And it was all too easy.
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A/N: Wow, ty every1 for being so generous in your reviewing! ::Sends everyone an extravagant thank you card:: Here's my thanks:
Amanda--mucho gracias! (hope dinner was good!) lol
Elle B--yeah, a lot of ppl dont like D/Hr but who knows? i'm not sure if they will b 2gether like that
Mark--thanks, and my "skills" thank u 2... heres ur chapter
sassinak--usually when i write i dont like having harry as a main character cuz he seems to perfect but i like how hes coming in this story. i like d/g too but i dont think so in this story
Dreamgrl99--it means "you all read my story" hope i satisfy ur need for new chapter... i am in spanish also but i already know some
steph1--aw, ty sooo much! what is ur pen name so i can check it out?
Shockolatt--sry, i dont think i can do h/h... but, i no another david beckman thats creepy
Arwen Undomiel--LOL glad 2 hear, thanks for sending me 2 ur friends.
Slytherin Mud Blood--LOL, me 2, thank u sooo much! ::does happy dance::
LovelyKatSequi--Thanku verrrry much... lala...
Flame and Ice--thx again, i am assuming ur 2 ppl... u r very flattering, thx a whole bunch
Y es todos... voy a hablar con mi amiga mina ahora, tan perdon... adios y mucho gracias por os pensamientos... hasta manana!
Byebye... and I'm out...
IMPORTANT: DEAR MY FAITHFUL FOLLOWING; WHEN I BEGAN I DID NOT KNOW HOW THIS WOULD TURN OUT. I REGRET TO INFORMT AHT I WILL BE TRANSFERRING THIS STORY UNDER HERMIONE/DRACO RATHER THAN HARRY/HERMIONE. I PUT IT H/H ORIGINALLY BECAUSE ALL ARE MAIN CHARACTERS BUT THEY ARE IN IT THE MOST AND ROMANCE IS NOT BETWEEN THEM. I GOT A COUPLE RESENTFUL REVIEWS SO I AM MOVING IT. I AM SORRY. BYEBYE~me123
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine, nor is he yours... unless ur Jk...
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"Mmm..." Ron murmured, sinking his teeth into his second bagel. "This lox is heavenly; they should have served it at Hogwarts."
"Speaking of which," Ginny said between moutfuls of creamc heese, "we have to make sure we're back in England by the 16th of June."
"You're welcome to stay until then," Wally offered, entering the small kitchen. "I have no conflicts."
"Thanks, but I'm not sure," Harry said tentatively. "We were going to try to stay on the road and see some sites."
"That's fine," Wally nodded, smothering a poppy seed bagel with veggie cream cheese. "But if you change your mind, I'm cool with it."
"Great..." Cho was obviously ogling at Wally, who they had discovered to be twenty-two years old, a professional photgrapher, Emory college graduate, and rabid jazz fan."That sounds great..."
Ginny rolled her eyes and they all laughed a little.
"I'm taking the Vette for gas." Draco patted his pocket. "Does anyone want to come?"
"Oh, yes," Ron said, a piece of lox flying from the corner of his mouth. It landed on a cringing Hermione. "Herm, didn't you want to pick up magazines or something?"
"Oh... yeah, I did, but I don't want to tag along," she lied, brushing off the discard of Ron's mouth; she actually wanted to keep her distance from Draco.
"Nonsense," the blonde boy replied coolly. He obviously knew of her reasons and was trying to upset her. "Three's company, right Ron?"
"Of course; Herm, are you alright?" He was looking at her strangely.
"Fine, I'll come," she sighed reluctantly and slid her bagel away. "There are so many calories in that cream cheese!"
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"Teen People, Seventeen, Teen, Cosmo Girl, Teen Vogue..." Hermione scanned the headlines for an appetizing magazine on an aisle of Walgreens.
"Are you looking for me?"
She spun to see Draco smirking at her. "No, unless your name is Cosmo Girl," she replied impatiently. "What do you want, Malfoy?"
"Oh, nothing," he whistled, but didn't move on. "Just to mess with your head."
"Uh-huh, well you do that, I'm going to get this one," she replied, monotone, and picked up a Teen People. She turned to go to the register but he blocked her path. She was 5'6", making him 7 inches taller, so she cranked her neck up to look at him. "Um, Malfoy, can I help you?"
"Why don't you like me?" he said quite bluntly.
She was taken aback. He had sounded earnest and genuine, like a 3rd grader just wanting to be accepted; it was so unlike him. In fact, it took her a moment to find words. "Well... you were never nice to me, calling me Mudblood and such and such, and insulting my friends and family... and you give me a bad feeling," she admitted honestly, shuffling the magazine that no longer seemed important from hand to hand.
"But I don't call you things or insult you anymore!" he protested, frustrated.
"But you still make me feel bad!" she cried, and pushed her way past him. He didn't follow; instead, he stood there for a moment, trying to make sense of the conversation he had just had.
"That will be $3.17, ma'am," the clerk told Hermione. She shuffled through the five dollars the gang had left and handed four to the lady; after receiving her magazine and $1.83 change, she quickly hustled out of the store and waited by a newspaper stand; Ron and Draco had not come out yet.
It was surprisingly cold for early summer, a slight chill in the air. It wasn't much, but Hermione felt cold and icy inside. The sun was only beginning to peek out from behind a few dreary clouds; maybe things would warm up after all.
The bell on the door clanged as Ron and Draco emerged, chattering about Muggle sports or something else that did not catch Hermione's interests. They walked next door to a gas station called "Shell." "Freezus," Draco muttered, and the scene stopped. He removed the mini scarlet Vette from his pants pocket, placed it in front of a service stand, and quickly returned it to normal size. He then looked to Hermione for instructions.
After Hermione demonstrated how to fill a tank with gas, they left their $1.83 (it was $1.92 per gallon, but they figured it was better than nothing) on the counter, sped away, and waited for a safe distance until they put Brooklyn back into motion.
Hermione noticed Draco was carrying a small plastic bag from Walgreens. "What'd you buy, Malfoy?" she asked from the backseat. With the back all to herself, it was plenty roomy.
"Oh, pimple cream. You remember the pimple I showed you, right, Hermione?" He was obviously playing with her mind.
She blushed furiously. "No, no, I don't... I don't remember that."
"Oh, really?" Draco frowned in mock confusion. "We were alone in the bedroom and I was looking in the mirror and I called you over and you came and--"
"Oh, yeah!" Hermione suddenly piped up shrilly. "I... I remember, yes."
Ron looked at her like she had three heads, but Draco just smiled. He liked having the upperhand. And it was all too easy.
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A/N: Wow, ty every1 for being so generous in your reviewing! ::Sends everyone an extravagant thank you card:: Here's my thanks:
Amanda--mucho gracias! (hope dinner was good!) lol
Elle B--yeah, a lot of ppl dont like D/Hr but who knows? i'm not sure if they will b 2gether like that
Mark--thanks, and my "skills" thank u 2... heres ur chapter
sassinak--usually when i write i dont like having harry as a main character cuz he seems to perfect but i like how hes coming in this story. i like d/g too but i dont think so in this story
Dreamgrl99--it means "you all read my story" hope i satisfy ur need for new chapter... i am in spanish also but i already know some
steph1--aw, ty sooo much! what is ur pen name so i can check it out?
Shockolatt--sry, i dont think i can do h/h... but, i no another david beckman thats creepy
Arwen Undomiel--LOL glad 2 hear, thanks for sending me 2 ur friends.
Slytherin Mud Blood--LOL, me 2, thank u sooo much! ::does happy dance::
LovelyKatSequi--Thanku verrrry much... lala...
Flame and Ice--thx again, i am assuming ur 2 ppl... u r very flattering, thx a whole bunch
Y es todos... voy a hablar con mi amiga mina ahora, tan perdon... adios y mucho gracias por os pensamientos... hasta manana!
Byebye... and I'm out...