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The next morning, when she went down to breakfast, she tried hard to avoid
Draco's eyes, but to her surprise, he was absent in the morning, his
bodyguards stupidly smashing their faces into cakes, probably not knowing
their own names. Hermione furrowed her eyebrows. Her curiosity got a hold
of her. Where could Draco be? She had expected him to gloat that he would
never fall for a muggle born, but he was no where to be seen. Hermione took
a seat alone, watching Ron and Harry look over a peice of parchment. She
frowned bitterly, objecting if she should go to sit there or not. But as
soon as she had finished her pumpkin juice, Ginny Weasley sat across from
her, leaning over. "What is it Ginny?" asked Hermione bitterly. They had
not been on good terms since what Ginny had announces to her. "Nothing, oh
alright...Perhaps I was wondering why you and Harry and my brother don't
talk to each other anymore?" she asked. Hermione looked up and gave her a
look of deep disgust. "Haven't you heard? What Ron told me?" asked
Hermione. Ginny shook her head in disgust. "Of course I heard. Don't you
think I've got ears? So what? Havent you two made up yet?" Ginny pleaded.
"No, and would you just stop bothering me!" snapped Hermione. Ginny
vanished away somewhere while Hermione sulked. The classes and the notes
and the things the teachers announced to them seem to go through her brain
like a pile of muggle trash. But when she went down to the Great Hall for
lunch, she noticed Draco was still not there.
Hermione tried to get that tiny fact out of her brain, but it kept hitting through her, sending her a message. Hermione sighed and tried all she could to think about anything else, even wizard quidditch. But no, it did not help, the fact kept bulging into her brain before it could be washed down with any such roast. Hermione bit her and stood up aruptly, causing her lunch to fall over. Every Gryffindor stared at her, and Harry and Ron looked very curious when Hermione left the Great Hall in a flash. In a way, it made Hermione feel good. They were no longer to be friends, well they wouldn't get to know thing then, she said, and looking around, she saw the door leading to outside open. There was no rule that she couldn't go outside for a walk was there? So she walked out, watching for every sound, every creak and every bit of noise. She felt somewhat like a little girl the age of five, as she flooded her hands over a yellow muggle daisy. How it smelled so nice, how it was so peaceful, standing out there, trying to get rid of her worries. But she knew she could never do that, so she forced herself to drop the flower and wander over to the huge pond that stood near Hogwarts, that contained some boats they used to get there. She sat down on the grass, seeing ants go up hills and her eyes pondered around the clear water and suddenly, something emerged from the water. Something silver.
His shirt was off, but his hair looked steamed, thrown about the place. His hair was more frozen now, and so were his pale eyes. He took one look at her, and his mouth moved slowly, his lips seperated into which was supposed to be a gasp, but it came out as one word. "Granger." Hermione bit her lip. Would you stop calling me that? she wanted to shout. She hated the way it sounded, especially on his lips, like she was some dirty washcloth. She expected Draco to humiliate her, tell her she was a worthless mudblood that he would never like, but he did not mention this. And for the first time in her life, Hermione Granger saw Draco Malfoy blush. It looked like he was sick, but Hermione could not mistaken it. It was a blush..a pale one...Draco's skin wasn't as thick as his head, Hermione supposed. But sure enough, a slight red was creeping up his cheeks. Hermione couldn't help but say, "Am I seeing Draco Malfoy blush?" she said it, trying not to show the quiver in her voice. There! She had taken a risk. Draco's blush became even hotter. He did not answer, which surprised Hermione greatly. She stood there, and they both looked at each other before Hermione nervously turned around and walked slowly, taking every step within the moment. "Hey Gra-" he started to call behind her. She turned around so fast that she tripped over a weed, and before she knew what was happening, she crashed into a pool of blue with her ears bloated with water and her eyes trying not to open at the stinging pain.
Pain. Thats what she felt. The most pain in the world. Her world was filling into darkness, and she felt numb arms surrond her waist, and she tried not to suffocate when her eyes opened to sunlight. She looked around, and saw his face staring down at her. "You okay?" he asked in a gentle voice he had never said before. Hermione looked around, and saw she was on the grass. Her ears were a bit clogged and she had to spit out some seaweed from the pond, and her hair drenched. She got up, looking at him with surprise in her eyes; He had got her out of the pond. She stiffened and felt embarrased and flattered at the same time as she slowly walked on the grass, walking away. "You forgot something" he called to her. Hermione turned around as he clutched her hand for the first time and slipped something into it before entering the pond once again. Hermione opened her fist and saw the peice of paper that had tiny hearts surronded on the name Draco.
He's the kind of guy who's always passin' by and never has time to spend And he'll take you for a spin and won't look within to find out who you are And he numbs himself with weed, he's from the coldest breed who judge by what they see And I thought he was smart enough to know that the girl on his arm will never calm his storms
Hermione tried to get that tiny fact out of her brain, but it kept hitting through her, sending her a message. Hermione sighed and tried all she could to think about anything else, even wizard quidditch. But no, it did not help, the fact kept bulging into her brain before it could be washed down with any such roast. Hermione bit her and stood up aruptly, causing her lunch to fall over. Every Gryffindor stared at her, and Harry and Ron looked very curious when Hermione left the Great Hall in a flash. In a way, it made Hermione feel good. They were no longer to be friends, well they wouldn't get to know thing then, she said, and looking around, she saw the door leading to outside open. There was no rule that she couldn't go outside for a walk was there? So she walked out, watching for every sound, every creak and every bit of noise. She felt somewhat like a little girl the age of five, as she flooded her hands over a yellow muggle daisy. How it smelled so nice, how it was so peaceful, standing out there, trying to get rid of her worries. But she knew she could never do that, so she forced herself to drop the flower and wander over to the huge pond that stood near Hogwarts, that contained some boats they used to get there. She sat down on the grass, seeing ants go up hills and her eyes pondered around the clear water and suddenly, something emerged from the water. Something silver.
His shirt was off, but his hair looked steamed, thrown about the place. His hair was more frozen now, and so were his pale eyes. He took one look at her, and his mouth moved slowly, his lips seperated into which was supposed to be a gasp, but it came out as one word. "Granger." Hermione bit her lip. Would you stop calling me that? she wanted to shout. She hated the way it sounded, especially on his lips, like she was some dirty washcloth. She expected Draco to humiliate her, tell her she was a worthless mudblood that he would never like, but he did not mention this. And for the first time in her life, Hermione Granger saw Draco Malfoy blush. It looked like he was sick, but Hermione could not mistaken it. It was a blush..a pale one...Draco's skin wasn't as thick as his head, Hermione supposed. But sure enough, a slight red was creeping up his cheeks. Hermione couldn't help but say, "Am I seeing Draco Malfoy blush?" she said it, trying not to show the quiver in her voice. There! She had taken a risk. Draco's blush became even hotter. He did not answer, which surprised Hermione greatly. She stood there, and they both looked at each other before Hermione nervously turned around and walked slowly, taking every step within the moment. "Hey Gra-" he started to call behind her. She turned around so fast that she tripped over a weed, and before she knew what was happening, she crashed into a pool of blue with her ears bloated with water and her eyes trying not to open at the stinging pain.
Pain. Thats what she felt. The most pain in the world. Her world was filling into darkness, and she felt numb arms surrond her waist, and she tried not to suffocate when her eyes opened to sunlight. She looked around, and saw his face staring down at her. "You okay?" he asked in a gentle voice he had never said before. Hermione looked around, and saw she was on the grass. Her ears were a bit clogged and she had to spit out some seaweed from the pond, and her hair drenched. She got up, looking at him with surprise in her eyes; He had got her out of the pond. She stiffened and felt embarrased and flattered at the same time as she slowly walked on the grass, walking away. "You forgot something" he called to her. Hermione turned around as he clutched her hand for the first time and slipped something into it before entering the pond once again. Hermione opened her fist and saw the peice of paper that had tiny hearts surronded on the name Draco.
He's the kind of guy who's always passin' by and never has time to spend And he'll take you for a spin and won't look within to find out who you are And he numbs himself with weed, he's from the coldest breed who judge by what they see And I thought he was smart enough to know that the girl on his arm will never calm his storms