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Learning to Love-Chapter 3: Second Meeting-Caution
A soft whump caught his attention. Draco's head snapped up, his eyes roving the room. Still watching and carefully listening, he slowly rose from his chair. There was another thump, just beyond the wall of his room that faced one of the hallways instead of another dormroom. Not making a sound, Draco stepped toward the door. Inch by inch, he turned the knob and flung the door open. He stood in the doorway of his room, looking out into the dark corridor. Wonder what that was... Thumping down the stairs into the bustling Slytherin common room Elbowing his way past everyone, he took one last look around before slipping down the hallway. He wasn't sure if he acutally wanted to know what had been making that noise, for it most certainly hadn't been human, and Draco was fairly sure it wasn't just the falling of an inanimate object. Wait a sec-what was that coming around the corridor?
Hermione almost screamed when she crept around the corner to see Malfoy standing there in the hallway, wearing muggle clothes, no less. "What are you doing here?" she hissed. "None of your business," he whispered back. "What are you doing here?" "Oh like you care!" "Would you shut up already?" he said, irritated. "You just asked me a question!"
"No I'm serious, Granger, shut up!" no longer irritated, Draco strained his ears. There was someone coming near... Jesus, she's so busy talking she can't even listen... He finally gave up and pressed a hand over her mouth. "There's someone coming!" he hissed in her ear, and she stopped struggling so he took his hand away from her mouth, only to grab her own hand and roughly pull her into a small, dark room, closing the door behind them. They huddled there for a moment as the light footsteps faded away. Hermione pressed her ear against the door to listen closely. "They're gone," she breathed, and leaned against the wall. The pair of fifteen-year-old's stood in silence.
Hermione wondered why Draco hadn't burst out of the closet(it was reallly too small to be called a closet) as soon as he'd thought it was safe. She could feel his eyes on her, roving up and down even in the pitch dark when there was nothing to see, and it made her uncomfortable. Then she couldn't take it any more, the totally empty silence, empty, that is, except for the hatred radiating from each of them. Roughly shouldering past him, she opened the door and stepped into the corridor.
Shaking his head, Draco followed her outside. Hermione turned to walk away, but he grabbed her wrist and turned her to face him. "Come back her tomorrow night. I am going to find whatever it was that was making that whumping and you are going to help me, Hermione," he deliberatly added that last word and then let go of her arm. She stared at him for a moment, then ran off. He smiled. It's working.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the associated characters.
Learning to Love-Chapter 3: Second Meeting-Caution
A soft whump caught his attention. Draco's head snapped up, his eyes roving the room. Still watching and carefully listening, he slowly rose from his chair. There was another thump, just beyond the wall of his room that faced one of the hallways instead of another dormroom. Not making a sound, Draco stepped toward the door. Inch by inch, he turned the knob and flung the door open. He stood in the doorway of his room, looking out into the dark corridor. Wonder what that was... Thumping down the stairs into the bustling Slytherin common room Elbowing his way past everyone, he took one last look around before slipping down the hallway. He wasn't sure if he acutally wanted to know what had been making that noise, for it most certainly hadn't been human, and Draco was fairly sure it wasn't just the falling of an inanimate object. Wait a sec-what was that coming around the corridor?
Hermione almost screamed when she crept around the corner to see Malfoy standing there in the hallway, wearing muggle clothes, no less. "What are you doing here?" she hissed. "None of your business," he whispered back. "What are you doing here?" "Oh like you care!" "Would you shut up already?" he said, irritated. "You just asked me a question!"
"No I'm serious, Granger, shut up!" no longer irritated, Draco strained his ears. There was someone coming near... Jesus, she's so busy talking she can't even listen... He finally gave up and pressed a hand over her mouth. "There's someone coming!" he hissed in her ear, and she stopped struggling so he took his hand away from her mouth, only to grab her own hand and roughly pull her into a small, dark room, closing the door behind them. They huddled there for a moment as the light footsteps faded away. Hermione pressed her ear against the door to listen closely. "They're gone," she breathed, and leaned against the wall. The pair of fifteen-year-old's stood in silence.
Hermione wondered why Draco hadn't burst out of the closet(it was reallly too small to be called a closet) as soon as he'd thought it was safe. She could feel his eyes on her, roving up and down even in the pitch dark when there was nothing to see, and it made her uncomfortable. Then she couldn't take it any more, the totally empty silence, empty, that is, except for the hatred radiating from each of them. Roughly shouldering past him, she opened the door and stepped into the corridor.
Shaking his head, Draco followed her outside. Hermione turned to walk away, but he grabbed her wrist and turned her to face him. "Come back her tomorrow night. I am going to find whatever it was that was making that whumping and you are going to help me, Hermione," he deliberatly added that last word and then let go of her arm. She stared at him for a moment, then ran off. He smiled. It's working.