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By the time Hermione had crashed in to Draco and they had gone down the stairs and out of sight, Lavender was frozen to the spot. In that moment so many thoughts went through her mind, that she didn't think to rush after them. Which is a good thing for them. Since they had their lips locked. Thankfully, Ron didn't have that good sense either.
When Draco pulled away from the pleasant feeling their lips were creating, he just studied her face. In his great surprise, she didn't slap him, cry out or shout obscenities at him. She did the same thing he did. Unfortunately, neither could pick out the others emotion by looking at their face.
Though Hermione was a little confused by the situation, rather enjoyed the kiss, she reminded herself that he was a Malfoy, and was just playing with her mind. That he just wanted to hurt her. Thing was though, she thought to herself, why hadn't he said something cruel to her by now? Why wasn't he laughing at her? Or calling her a Mudblood? Something wasn't right.
By now Draco had stood up and gotten off of Hermione, he realized the situation they were in, and was grateful he had chosen to get off her, because Lavender had regained her senses and had come bounding down the stairs with Ron. When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Ron immediately offered his hand to Hermione, in an offer to help her up. When she brushed it away and got up by herself, eyebrows were raised.
"Get out," she said dangerously to Draco. Not wanting to upset her more than she was; he remembered the slap she gave him in third year. His cheek ached for a few days. So he left the common room a little more shaken than when he had entered it.
"Ron," she said softly, "beat the pants off them tomorrow."
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Breakfast was a sordid affair the next morning. Though the sun shone brightly, and the air had warmed considerably since the day before. This had not warmed the attitude of 3 gryffindors and a Slytherin. The Slytherin was in fact, again, quite prepared to have his head pounded into his morning toast, and was again quite surprised that he was still intact as he changed into his Quidditch uniform. It was when he had finally gotten on his broom and caught a glimpse of Weasel and his beater's club, that he knew he was going to die. Either from being knocked off his broom or his head caving in from the impact of the bludger.
The game begun and Draco soared off in search of the snitch. The day was very bright though and impaired his vision as he scanned the field. Slytherin had already thrown the quaffle through Gryffindor's hoops twice and didn't seem to be having any trouble going for a third. Draco caught sight of Potter doing the same thing same he was, but on the other end of the field. By glancing in that general direction though, he caught sight of Lavender and Hermione. They weren't sitting together though, they were sitting on opposite ends of the bench.
Hermione was watching her friends with feigned interest. It wasn't that she didn't like Quidditch, it was just that she didn't enjoy hearing about it 24/7. If they spent half the amount of time studying, she thought to herself, they'd have the top grades, not her or Malfoy. Which brought her to another subject. Malfoy.
Malfoy and herself had always competed for top grades, he had never beaten her yet, but once or twice had come very close. Not only that, they had a great hate for the other. But then why was that kiss so good . . . Never mind, she told herself, you were just caught up in the moment. Hard as Hermione tried though, she couldn't forget how the whole experience felt, that was until someone had pointed out that Malfoy and Harry were racing for the snitch.
Draco had watched Hermione for a bit, but soon caught sight of the small golden object that they affectionately called the snitch. He and Potter dived for the golden object and were very close to the ground before either one had tried to pull up. Which turns out that they couldn't. They hit the earth with such a force that both were propelled off their brooms several feet and hit the pitch with a loud thud. The crowd broke out in a cheer, at first Draco didn't understand why. Then he looked up to see the snitch in Potter's hand. It was 150 to 140. Slytherin had lost once again to the Boy Who Lived. He was going to take a very long shower after this, in any effort to avoid his teammates.
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Lavender hadn't spoken to Hermione since the incident. It wasn't for a lack of trying though. Hermione didn't want to be spoken to. At least she didn't want to spoken to by Lavender. Had Hermione realized what had happened? Did she figure out that Draco had been the one to injure her? Most likely. And since Draco's skull hadn't been pounded in yet, Lavender could assume that Hermione didn't let Ron know yet. Which was a good thing and yet a very bad thing. What was she going to do to them? Was she going to do anything?
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Yay!! Done. And much longer than my other ones too. Anyway, yes, I'm going to agree with you that Harry and Ron would have gone to look for her sooner, but for story purposes they didn't. K?
And even though Moulin Rouge was a wonderful movie (one of my favorites) the song isn't actually from there. But good guess anyway. Please Read and review. I love reviews, I live off them. So please take 30 seconds to make a comment. See ya later.
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By the time Hermione had crashed in to Draco and they had gone down the stairs and out of sight, Lavender was frozen to the spot. In that moment so many thoughts went through her mind, that she didn't think to rush after them. Which is a good thing for them. Since they had their lips locked. Thankfully, Ron didn't have that good sense either.
When Draco pulled away from the pleasant feeling their lips were creating, he just studied her face. In his great surprise, she didn't slap him, cry out or shout obscenities at him. She did the same thing he did. Unfortunately, neither could pick out the others emotion by looking at their face.
Though Hermione was a little confused by the situation, rather enjoyed the kiss, she reminded herself that he was a Malfoy, and was just playing with her mind. That he just wanted to hurt her. Thing was though, she thought to herself, why hadn't he said something cruel to her by now? Why wasn't he laughing at her? Or calling her a Mudblood? Something wasn't right.
By now Draco had stood up and gotten off of Hermione, he realized the situation they were in, and was grateful he had chosen to get off her, because Lavender had regained her senses and had come bounding down the stairs with Ron. When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Ron immediately offered his hand to Hermione, in an offer to help her up. When she brushed it away and got up by herself, eyebrows were raised.
"Get out," she said dangerously to Draco. Not wanting to upset her more than she was; he remembered the slap she gave him in third year. His cheek ached for a few days. So he left the common room a little more shaken than when he had entered it.
"Ron," she said softly, "beat the pants off them tomorrow."
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Breakfast was a sordid affair the next morning. Though the sun shone brightly, and the air had warmed considerably since the day before. This had not warmed the attitude of 3 gryffindors and a Slytherin. The Slytherin was in fact, again, quite prepared to have his head pounded into his morning toast, and was again quite surprised that he was still intact as he changed into his Quidditch uniform. It was when he had finally gotten on his broom and caught a glimpse of Weasel and his beater's club, that he knew he was going to die. Either from being knocked off his broom or his head caving in from the impact of the bludger.
The game begun and Draco soared off in search of the snitch. The day was very bright though and impaired his vision as he scanned the field. Slytherin had already thrown the quaffle through Gryffindor's hoops twice and didn't seem to be having any trouble going for a third. Draco caught sight of Potter doing the same thing same he was, but on the other end of the field. By glancing in that general direction though, he caught sight of Lavender and Hermione. They weren't sitting together though, they were sitting on opposite ends of the bench.
Hermione was watching her friends with feigned interest. It wasn't that she didn't like Quidditch, it was just that she didn't enjoy hearing about it 24/7. If they spent half the amount of time studying, she thought to herself, they'd have the top grades, not her or Malfoy. Which brought her to another subject. Malfoy.
Malfoy and herself had always competed for top grades, he had never beaten her yet, but once or twice had come very close. Not only that, they had a great hate for the other. But then why was that kiss so good . . . Never mind, she told herself, you were just caught up in the moment. Hard as Hermione tried though, she couldn't forget how the whole experience felt, that was until someone had pointed out that Malfoy and Harry were racing for the snitch.
Draco had watched Hermione for a bit, but soon caught sight of the small golden object that they affectionately called the snitch. He and Potter dived for the golden object and were very close to the ground before either one had tried to pull up. Which turns out that they couldn't. They hit the earth with such a force that both were propelled off their brooms several feet and hit the pitch with a loud thud. The crowd broke out in a cheer, at first Draco didn't understand why. Then he looked up to see the snitch in Potter's hand. It was 150 to 140. Slytherin had lost once again to the Boy Who Lived. He was going to take a very long shower after this, in any effort to avoid his teammates.
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Lavender hadn't spoken to Hermione since the incident. It wasn't for a lack of trying though. Hermione didn't want to be spoken to. At least she didn't want to spoken to by Lavender. Had Hermione realized what had happened? Did she figure out that Draco had been the one to injure her? Most likely. And since Draco's skull hadn't been pounded in yet, Lavender could assume that Hermione didn't let Ron know yet. Which was a good thing and yet a very bad thing. What was she going to do to them? Was she going to do anything?
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Yay!! Done. And much longer than my other ones too. Anyway, yes, I'm going to agree with you that Harry and Ron would have gone to look for her sooner, but for story purposes they didn't. K?
And even though Moulin Rouge was a wonderful movie (one of my favorites) the song isn't actually from there. But good guess anyway. Please Read and review. I love reviews, I live off them. So please take 30 seconds to make a comment. See ya later.