**Bbbrrrr....it's so cold at my house. My blanket!! ::snuggles:: haha I've been extremely happy for some reason...not that it's a bad thing or anything! Yah dee yah dee yah...okay, just a precaution: Harry is gonna be a bit more of a worrywart geek and Ron as a reckless troublemaker in this chapter, but hope you enjoy it anyway! For those that read Mr. Nice Malfoy, I'm terribly sorry but I decided to take it out. There wasn't really a point to it since I wasn't going to continue it. Sorry. Here's chapter 4 of Complications.**
I'm going to do all the 'thank you's' when I finish this story.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything of Harry Potter except for the books that I have in my room and this fic.
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~"Draco clapped. "That was beautiful."
The girl turned around.
They both gasped.
"Granger?!"
"Malfoy?!"~
Hermione blushed and put her head down. "Err...thank."
"Uh...yeah...um..." Draco stuttered. What do I say? He thought. Here I go again...making a fool out of myself because I thought her singing was good. No wonder music is forbidden.
Draco shook his head, taking that thought out of his mind.
"So, why aren't you eating with your boyfriends, Potty and Weasel?" Draco asked with a smirk. Things were better when they were normal.
Hermione looked up. "They aren't my boyfriends." Hermione turned her back to him. "Besides, I'm not hungry."
Hermione sounded muffled. "Granger...are you okay?" Draco asked. He was amused, but slightly concerned, slightly.
"Yeah. Look I've gotta go," Hermione said with her back to him. She walked to the castle without even a glance at Draco.
Draco watched Hermione's shadow vanish.
"Okay...See ya," Draco said blankly. He looked up at the sky and saw the clouds getting dark.
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"Looks like it's going to rain," Ron commented, not looking up from his game. Ron and Harry were playing chess on the floor. A sudden growl was heard.
"Yea, listen to that thunder," Harry agreed. "Ah hah! Checkmate!"
Harry looked up to see Ron holding his stomach.
"That wasn't the sky," Ron said groggily and frowning. "That was my stomach...man I'm hungry."
"You're always hungry," Harry commented. "How 'bout we go visit the kitchen?"
"Love to!" Ron said with a smile.
At the same moment, the portrait of the Fat Lady swung open. Harry and Ron watched as a slouching figure walked into the common room. The person was carrying a heavy load.
"Would you like some help?" Harry asked.
"It looks like you have too much to carry," Ron said.
"I...don't need any help...from...the two of you," the person said, struggling to balance what looked like 15 books, each the size of a college dictionary.
The person looked up and gave them a slight glare. Harry and Ron just stared as she walked up the flight of stairs and into the girls' dorm.
"What's wrong with her?" Ron asked after a few moments of silence.
"I think it's got something to do with what happened during breakfast," Harry replied.
"Nah, no way," Ron said. "She would've been more than happy to know why we did what we did. Oh, that reminds me..."
Ron took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket. It read:
Dear Sweet Hermione,
I know we barely know each other, but it feels like I've known you for eternity. Your beauty, intelligence, grace, and kindness towards others has really changed my opinion about people. Don't be fooled by my actions in public, I just can't find words to express myself if I talk, so I must speak out in my writing. Please reply to me when you can. I hope you can understand that what I'm feeling about you is true and will remain the same no matter what happens.
Truly Yours,
Crabbe
"I don't think it's a very good idea," Harry stated. "I mean if this is in the best interest of Hermione, doesn't that give her the right to know?"
"We'll tell her..." Ron said. He grinned mischievously. "After we send our darling Crabbe a reply, just like he asked."
Harry furrowed his eyebrows. Ron sighed.
"We will tell her...eventually..." Ron said. "Besides, this isn't hurting Hermione, we're getting back at Crabbe."
Harry cocked his head and looked up at the ceiling. You could just picture the thought bubble forming over his head. A small smile played on his lips. He looked back at Ron.
"Sounds good!" (A/N: okay I admit that this scene's a little retarded, but I'm not really in tuned with my brain at the moment...hehe)
Ron took out a parchment and quill. His stomach growled.
"Let's figure this out over some food, I'm starving!"
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Crabbe paced back and forth in the Slytherin common room.
Argh! He thought. Where is he?? I need to talk to him now!! How could I have been so careless...no wonder Hermione stomped out of the Great Hall like that. She was probably too embarrassed and irritated to think of even being in the same room with me...
The portrait swung open and Draco appeared. He nodded at Crabbe and made a beeline to his room. Crabbe stood in the way.
"What do you want Crabbe?" Draco asked. "Look if it's about Hermione, she didn't tell me an answer yet okay?"
"Okay...and not..." Crabbe said unsure. "Draco, we need to talk. I...I sent a note to Hermione."
"That's nice..." Draco said carelessly.
"Did you hear what I said?!" Crabbe asked.
"Yeah...you sent a not to Her..." Draco blinked. "You did what?? Why?"
"I don't know..." Crabbe replied quietly. "I think I wrote it in my sleep. See I dream that I wrote a letter to Hermione and I told Derlin (A/N: I just made up a name for Crabbe's owl) to give it to her. The next thing I know, I wake up on my desk with Derlin pecking at me!"
"Well...what did you write?" Draco asked.
Crabbe explained as much as he could remember to Draco, which was the whole letter considering how many times he had to rewrite and reread. He then told Draco of what happened at breakfast.
"Ohh...so that's why she was out by the lake," Draco nodded.
"She went outside?" Crabbe asked. He panicked. "I don't feel any better...she needed to go outside to find enough distance between us? Why did I have to dream? I knew she hated me, but I just had to tell her how I feel...love is so complicating! Have you ever been in love? Probably not with all the girls you've dated and who knows what else you've done. Not to mention..."
"CRABBE!" Draco yelled. "Get a grip! And what I do is none of your business (A/N: hahaha). Anyway, back on your personal life, well so what if she didn't like your letter? There's other girls in the world Crabbe."
"I can't...don't you see? She's one of a kind. I doubt you can find another Hermione in the world. I've fallen for Hermione, the one and only," Crabbe said with *starry eyes*. He sighed. "Yeah, it was probably the letter...no the dream...yea that's it. I'll just have to make sure I stay put in bed when I'm sleeping. A simple spell will do. So how's your friendship with her?"
"Uh..." Draco started, looking to the side. It totally slipped his mind. He knew he forgot something.
"You did mention it sometime during your meeting with her outside," Crabbe said studying Draco's expression. "...didn't you?"
"Oops..?"
"I can't believe you didn't even MENTION it!" Crabbe shrieked.
"Calm down!!" Draco said, hoping Crabbe's mental stage would only last for a few minutes. "I have a lot on my mind okay? Only a day has passed, give it some time."
Crabbe sighed, his expression suddenly changed after gathering in all fo what Draco had just said. "YOU have a lot on your mind? Seriously doubt it. I'm the one doing your crap-work!"
"Yeah yeah," Draco said absentmindedly. He walked to his room and took a nap. (A/N: Yes, Draco has been sleeping a lot. You can't blame him for being tired, he misses those days when he was back home, sleeping an average of 10 hours each day. Haha)
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It was one in the morning and Hermione Granger still had her lamp on. She sat in her bed, leaning on her pillow with a big book open on her lap. Lavender, who was sleeping in the bed next to Hermione's, turned. She stirred as the light hit her face. Lavender's eyes fluttered open.
"Hermione...what are you still doing up?" She asked, sitting up and rubbing her eyes.
"Reading," Hermione muttered, her eyes still glued to the pages of the book.
"Herm, get some sleep," Lavender said. She looked at her friend with concern. "It's really late and your eyes are all pink."
"Mmm hmm..." Hermione nodded, still concentrating on her story.
"What are you reading?" Lavender asked.
"Magical Myths," Hermione said monotonously. She yawned and blinked a few times. Hermione put a bookmark on her page and closed the book, sighing. "Wow..."
Lavender took the book from Hermione's hands. She looked at the cover, examining the engravings of strange symbols.
"What's this about?"
Hermione sighed once again. "Well...I've only read the first couple of chapters, but it talks about these young wizards and witches and how they begin their lives, filled with mystery, uncertainty, and occasional happiness and grief."
Lavender giggled. "You know that's what it says in the summary of the book?"
"Okay, okay I admit, it is," Hermione said with twinkling eyes. "I'm on the part where everyone's getting settled in the beginning of their new magical lives. They meet new people and everything."
"That sounds like what our lives are like," Lavender pointed out.
"Yeah, it does, doesn't it? Maybe that's why so many people like this book," Hermione said smiling.
Hermione saw the look on Lavender's face.
"Well...it's a romance novel so I'm sure it should get better sooner or later," Hermione said slyly.
Lavender laughed. "Yes, I'm sure it'll be to YOUR liking."
They both laughed and soon after, yawned. Hermione and Lavender crawled under their blankets and bid each other a "good night".
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**Yay! My first chapter that's 5 pages long...well 4.75 but it's close enough! Going for six next time...well working on it! The first ending where I don't have anyone being shocked...ain't it a nice change? Well I've got a ton of homework to do. Hope everyone had a good Thanksgiving...even though I'm saying this a little late! ::sighs:: If you want the next chapter, I need at least 10 reviews. I know I'm nagging a lot, but I need to know that this story is getting somewhere, doesn't seem like it at the moment. =(**
*~~~Draco-n-Hermione-4ever~~~*
I'm going to do all the 'thank you's' when I finish this story.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything of Harry Potter except for the books that I have in my room and this fic.
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~"Draco clapped. "That was beautiful."
The girl turned around.
They both gasped.
"Granger?!"
"Malfoy?!"~
Hermione blushed and put her head down. "Err...thank."
"Uh...yeah...um..." Draco stuttered. What do I say? He thought. Here I go again...making a fool out of myself because I thought her singing was good. No wonder music is forbidden.
Draco shook his head, taking that thought out of his mind.
"So, why aren't you eating with your boyfriends, Potty and Weasel?" Draco asked with a smirk. Things were better when they were normal.
Hermione looked up. "They aren't my boyfriends." Hermione turned her back to him. "Besides, I'm not hungry."
Hermione sounded muffled. "Granger...are you okay?" Draco asked. He was amused, but slightly concerned, slightly.
"Yeah. Look I've gotta go," Hermione said with her back to him. She walked to the castle without even a glance at Draco.
Draco watched Hermione's shadow vanish.
"Okay...See ya," Draco said blankly. He looked up at the sky and saw the clouds getting dark.
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"Looks like it's going to rain," Ron commented, not looking up from his game. Ron and Harry were playing chess on the floor. A sudden growl was heard.
"Yea, listen to that thunder," Harry agreed. "Ah hah! Checkmate!"
Harry looked up to see Ron holding his stomach.
"That wasn't the sky," Ron said groggily and frowning. "That was my stomach...man I'm hungry."
"You're always hungry," Harry commented. "How 'bout we go visit the kitchen?"
"Love to!" Ron said with a smile.
At the same moment, the portrait of the Fat Lady swung open. Harry and Ron watched as a slouching figure walked into the common room. The person was carrying a heavy load.
"Would you like some help?" Harry asked.
"It looks like you have too much to carry," Ron said.
"I...don't need any help...from...the two of you," the person said, struggling to balance what looked like 15 books, each the size of a college dictionary.
The person looked up and gave them a slight glare. Harry and Ron just stared as she walked up the flight of stairs and into the girls' dorm.
"What's wrong with her?" Ron asked after a few moments of silence.
"I think it's got something to do with what happened during breakfast," Harry replied.
"Nah, no way," Ron said. "She would've been more than happy to know why we did what we did. Oh, that reminds me..."
Ron took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket. It read:
Dear Sweet Hermione,
I know we barely know each other, but it feels like I've known you for eternity. Your beauty, intelligence, grace, and kindness towards others has really changed my opinion about people. Don't be fooled by my actions in public, I just can't find words to express myself if I talk, so I must speak out in my writing. Please reply to me when you can. I hope you can understand that what I'm feeling about you is true and will remain the same no matter what happens.
Truly Yours,
Crabbe
"I don't think it's a very good idea," Harry stated. "I mean if this is in the best interest of Hermione, doesn't that give her the right to know?"
"We'll tell her..." Ron said. He grinned mischievously. "After we send our darling Crabbe a reply, just like he asked."
Harry furrowed his eyebrows. Ron sighed.
"We will tell her...eventually..." Ron said. "Besides, this isn't hurting Hermione, we're getting back at Crabbe."
Harry cocked his head and looked up at the ceiling. You could just picture the thought bubble forming over his head. A small smile played on his lips. He looked back at Ron.
"Sounds good!" (A/N: okay I admit that this scene's a little retarded, but I'm not really in tuned with my brain at the moment...hehe)
Ron took out a parchment and quill. His stomach growled.
"Let's figure this out over some food, I'm starving!"
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Crabbe paced back and forth in the Slytherin common room.
Argh! He thought. Where is he?? I need to talk to him now!! How could I have been so careless...no wonder Hermione stomped out of the Great Hall like that. She was probably too embarrassed and irritated to think of even being in the same room with me...
The portrait swung open and Draco appeared. He nodded at Crabbe and made a beeline to his room. Crabbe stood in the way.
"What do you want Crabbe?" Draco asked. "Look if it's about Hermione, she didn't tell me an answer yet okay?"
"Okay...and not..." Crabbe said unsure. "Draco, we need to talk. I...I sent a note to Hermione."
"That's nice..." Draco said carelessly.
"Did you hear what I said?!" Crabbe asked.
"Yeah...you sent a not to Her..." Draco blinked. "You did what?? Why?"
"I don't know..." Crabbe replied quietly. "I think I wrote it in my sleep. See I dream that I wrote a letter to Hermione and I told Derlin (A/N: I just made up a name for Crabbe's owl) to give it to her. The next thing I know, I wake up on my desk with Derlin pecking at me!"
"Well...what did you write?" Draco asked.
Crabbe explained as much as he could remember to Draco, which was the whole letter considering how many times he had to rewrite and reread. He then told Draco of what happened at breakfast.
"Ohh...so that's why she was out by the lake," Draco nodded.
"She went outside?" Crabbe asked. He panicked. "I don't feel any better...she needed to go outside to find enough distance between us? Why did I have to dream? I knew she hated me, but I just had to tell her how I feel...love is so complicating! Have you ever been in love? Probably not with all the girls you've dated and who knows what else you've done. Not to mention..."
"CRABBE!" Draco yelled. "Get a grip! And what I do is none of your business (A/N: hahaha). Anyway, back on your personal life, well so what if she didn't like your letter? There's other girls in the world Crabbe."
"I can't...don't you see? She's one of a kind. I doubt you can find another Hermione in the world. I've fallen for Hermione, the one and only," Crabbe said with *starry eyes*. He sighed. "Yeah, it was probably the letter...no the dream...yea that's it. I'll just have to make sure I stay put in bed when I'm sleeping. A simple spell will do. So how's your friendship with her?"
"Uh..." Draco started, looking to the side. It totally slipped his mind. He knew he forgot something.
"You did mention it sometime during your meeting with her outside," Crabbe said studying Draco's expression. "...didn't you?"
"Oops..?"
"I can't believe you didn't even MENTION it!" Crabbe shrieked.
"Calm down!!" Draco said, hoping Crabbe's mental stage would only last for a few minutes. "I have a lot on my mind okay? Only a day has passed, give it some time."
Crabbe sighed, his expression suddenly changed after gathering in all fo what Draco had just said. "YOU have a lot on your mind? Seriously doubt it. I'm the one doing your crap-work!"
"Yeah yeah," Draco said absentmindedly. He walked to his room and took a nap. (A/N: Yes, Draco has been sleeping a lot. You can't blame him for being tired, he misses those days when he was back home, sleeping an average of 10 hours each day. Haha)
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It was one in the morning and Hermione Granger still had her lamp on. She sat in her bed, leaning on her pillow with a big book open on her lap. Lavender, who was sleeping in the bed next to Hermione's, turned. She stirred as the light hit her face. Lavender's eyes fluttered open.
"Hermione...what are you still doing up?" She asked, sitting up and rubbing her eyes.
"Reading," Hermione muttered, her eyes still glued to the pages of the book.
"Herm, get some sleep," Lavender said. She looked at her friend with concern. "It's really late and your eyes are all pink."
"Mmm hmm..." Hermione nodded, still concentrating on her story.
"What are you reading?" Lavender asked.
"Magical Myths," Hermione said monotonously. She yawned and blinked a few times. Hermione put a bookmark on her page and closed the book, sighing. "Wow..."
Lavender took the book from Hermione's hands. She looked at the cover, examining the engravings of strange symbols.
"What's this about?"
Hermione sighed once again. "Well...I've only read the first couple of chapters, but it talks about these young wizards and witches and how they begin their lives, filled with mystery, uncertainty, and occasional happiness and grief."
Lavender giggled. "You know that's what it says in the summary of the book?"
"Okay, okay I admit, it is," Hermione said with twinkling eyes. "I'm on the part where everyone's getting settled in the beginning of their new magical lives. They meet new people and everything."
"That sounds like what our lives are like," Lavender pointed out.
"Yeah, it does, doesn't it? Maybe that's why so many people like this book," Hermione said smiling.
Hermione saw the look on Lavender's face.
"Well...it's a romance novel so I'm sure it should get better sooner or later," Hermione said slyly.
Lavender laughed. "Yes, I'm sure it'll be to YOUR liking."
They both laughed and soon after, yawned. Hermione and Lavender crawled under their blankets and bid each other a "good night".
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**Yay! My first chapter that's 5 pages long...well 4.75 but it's close enough! Going for six next time...well working on it! The first ending where I don't have anyone being shocked...ain't it a nice change? Well I've got a ton of homework to do. Hope everyone had a good Thanksgiving...even though I'm saying this a little late! ::sighs:: If you want the next chapter, I need at least 10 reviews. I know I'm nagging a lot, but I need to know that this story is getting somewhere, doesn't seem like it at the moment. =(**
*~~~Draco-n-Hermione-4ever~~~*