Chapter 3
Draco watched as she climbed onto the couch and flipped to the bookmarked page. "Oh shit," he thought as he noticed how her eyes momentarily landed on his. "No, no, no, she didn't see. I was just imagining things." A few minutes of her moving around uncomfortably, she soon found a nice position. So did her eyes. They were completely fixed on Draco's. He knew she had seen him. He could think of nothing else to do but to just stare back. Her deep brown eyes were so calming. So warm and full of compassion.
Her eyes went back down to her book for a quick second, and he took this as a chance to escape. He walked around the bookshelf, which was quite long, until he could leave. He stopped in his tracks and turned around. He was facing her back. Should he? He'd been wanting to talk to her for the longest time, but he was so full of doubts. "..I really shouldn't do this.." he thought. He turned back around to leave and then before he was able to, he heard a voice shout his name.
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Hermione looked around to see where he had gone. He was nowhere to be seen. A second later she heard someone shout, "Hey Draco!". Madam Pince looked up and glared from Pansy to Draco. Pansy took note of this and hushed her voice.
"Hey, why the hell are you in the library?" she questioned.
"Oh, I was just hoping to ask Mudblood over there to the dance," he said sarcastically. Pansy giggled.
"I can see why. She's so.. um.. pretty? Yes, and smart." Pansy joked. This really made Hermione's blood boil. She turned around, ready to fire back, but found that Pansy had taken Draco into her arms and was whispering something into his ear. She then looked up at him and took his ear into her mouth to nibble on it. Feeling extremely disturbed, Hermione quickly got up from the couch and left, saying "Thanks for the free show," as she exited.
She ran down the stairs and then up once more to the Gryffindor Common Room. Tears stinging her face, she mumbled the password ("decribbit") and stomped into the room. It was empty, thankfully, and she sat down in front of the fireplace. A few more warm tears slid down her cheek and she wiped them away with her sleeve. "Why am I crying over this?" she thought, "Draco doesn't mean anything to me. No big deal." After assuring herself that she didn't care, she rested her head onto the couch and was soon asleep.
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Draco turned around. It was Pansy. "Great, the last person I was hoping to run into," he thought to himself.
"Hey, why the hell are you in the library?" He didn't want to answer that question. He didn't know how to answer it. Instead, he just said the only thing he could think of.
"Oh, I was just hoping to ask Mudblood over there to the dance." He cringed thinking that he had just actually said that.
"I can see why. She's so.. um.. pretty? Yes, and smart." Pansy said. Pansy had no idea what she had just said; he could've punched her. He looked at Hermione to see if she had heard; he saw that she had turned around (probably to snap back at Pansy, he imagined) and then a look of disgust spread across her face.
He felt arms close around him and breathy words entered his ears. "Well, I'm more than just pretty and smart. I could show you something that we both know Mudblood would never dare to show you." Pansy smirked and looked into his eyes. She then began to bite his ear. Yeah, so it felt good. But it was Pansy. He sadly watched as Hermione burst out of the library, wishing it were her that he was holding. "Thanks for the free show," rang in his ears. He felt horrible.
Draco watched as she climbed onto the couch and flipped to the bookmarked page. "Oh shit," he thought as he noticed how her eyes momentarily landed on his. "No, no, no, she didn't see. I was just imagining things." A few minutes of her moving around uncomfortably, she soon found a nice position. So did her eyes. They were completely fixed on Draco's. He knew she had seen him. He could think of nothing else to do but to just stare back. Her deep brown eyes were so calming. So warm and full of compassion.
Her eyes went back down to her book for a quick second, and he took this as a chance to escape. He walked around the bookshelf, which was quite long, until he could leave. He stopped in his tracks and turned around. He was facing her back. Should he? He'd been wanting to talk to her for the longest time, but he was so full of doubts. "..I really shouldn't do this.." he thought. He turned back around to leave and then before he was able to, he heard a voice shout his name.
- - - - -
Hermione looked around to see where he had gone. He was nowhere to be seen. A second later she heard someone shout, "Hey Draco!". Madam Pince looked up and glared from Pansy to Draco. Pansy took note of this and hushed her voice.
"Hey, why the hell are you in the library?" she questioned.
"Oh, I was just hoping to ask Mudblood over there to the dance," he said sarcastically. Pansy giggled.
"I can see why. She's so.. um.. pretty? Yes, and smart." Pansy joked. This really made Hermione's blood boil. She turned around, ready to fire back, but found that Pansy had taken Draco into her arms and was whispering something into his ear. She then looked up at him and took his ear into her mouth to nibble on it. Feeling extremely disturbed, Hermione quickly got up from the couch and left, saying "Thanks for the free show," as she exited.
She ran down the stairs and then up once more to the Gryffindor Common Room. Tears stinging her face, she mumbled the password ("decribbit") and stomped into the room. It was empty, thankfully, and she sat down in front of the fireplace. A few more warm tears slid down her cheek and she wiped them away with her sleeve. "Why am I crying over this?" she thought, "Draco doesn't mean anything to me. No big deal." After assuring herself that she didn't care, she rested her head onto the couch and was soon asleep.
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Draco turned around. It was Pansy. "Great, the last person I was hoping to run into," he thought to himself.
"Hey, why the hell are you in the library?" He didn't want to answer that question. He didn't know how to answer it. Instead, he just said the only thing he could think of.
"Oh, I was just hoping to ask Mudblood over there to the dance." He cringed thinking that he had just actually said that.
"I can see why. She's so.. um.. pretty? Yes, and smart." Pansy said. Pansy had no idea what she had just said; he could've punched her. He looked at Hermione to see if she had heard; he saw that she had turned around (probably to snap back at Pansy, he imagined) and then a look of disgust spread across her face.
He felt arms close around him and breathy words entered his ears. "Well, I'm more than just pretty and smart. I could show you something that we both know Mudblood would never dare to show you." Pansy smirked and looked into his eyes. She then began to bite his ear. Yeah, so it felt good. But it was Pansy. He sadly watched as Hermione burst out of the library, wishing it were her that he was holding. "Thanks for the free show," rang in his ears. He felt horrible.