Chapter 5
Lunch was definitely over and dinner had definitely not started yet. So there was no point in venturing towards the Great Hall. Couldn't go back up to the common room, either. The library was off limits for now; she absolutely didn't need to go somewhere that had only gotten her in trouble with her friends ("And it was just a dream!"). So, she went outside. Trudging through the snow was not her idea of relaxing, especially all alone, but it helped to be away from her friends. She walked slowly towards the lake thinking of how warm it was in her dream. How she could feel her cheeks become flushed whenever Draco touched her. "I'm sure if he were here now, I wouldn't be freezing to death," she said quietly. Memories from past dreams with him flooded into her head. She could practically see his silver- white hair and sexy smirk, always suggestive in nature, before her. Oh, and how she loved looking into his eyes. Even in a dark room, you could make out his eyes gleaming from where he was standing. Like the moon, cold and calm, lighting up his face. Not warm and overbearing like the sun. They were beautiful and mysterious. Deep in her thoughts of Draco, she didn't hear the person walking up to her.
She was lightly tapped on the shoulder, and she turned around to see Neville looking uneasily up at her. "Hey," she muttered.
"Hey... umm, Hermione, would you like to go to the dance with me?" She thought for a moment. She really had no one else to go with since Harry and Ron had dates, and she of course wouldn't even think of asking Draco.
"Sure, I'd love to," she sweetly said. Neville pecked her on the cheek, said thank you, and walked off. She felt sorry for Neville. He was constantly made fun of for being very clumsy and forgetful, but she was quite sure that he did not have an unkind bone in his body.
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After Draco's decision to stop thinking of Hermione, he decided to take a walk out on the grounds. When he opened the door to go outside, he came face to face with Neville Longbottom. The two said nothing, Draco merely glared while Neville stepped inside and began to quicken his pace. He didn't really hate Neville; he only glared because the reaction he got out of it each time was more hilarious than the one before. He stepped outside onto the fresh, crisp snow. It was cold, but Draco loved the cold. He loved the way cold smelled. He loved the way the word "cold" sounded when he said it. He loved the way people looked when they were cold. Their face pink, and lips tinted blue; bundled up with as much stuff they can find. "Girls are so cute when they're cold," he thought. He loved the way it looked outside when it was cold. Snow covering the ground, snow in the trees; it was really wonderful. He was almost to the lake, when he stopped dead in his tracks. It was so obvious that this would happen. As soon as he promised to himself that he would never think of her again, he sees her ("Great, just what I needed to help me get my mind off of her."). However, he didn't want to go back inside, so, he walked over to her.
"Hey, Granger!" he shouted, breaking the silence. A couple of birds flew away in surprise. She turned her head from the gaze she held on the blue- black lake and looked at him. The look on her face was quite heartbreaking, really. Without a word she turned her head back to the placid lake. Was she crying? He couldn't tell. He walked up closer to get a better look. She didn't break the staring contest she had going on with the body of water. Trying his best not to sound too caring (as it would ruin his reputation), he said, "What's wrong, Mudblood? Usually you don't shut up." She didn't look up. He honestly regretted saying that; he didn't really mean it. "I -- I'm sorry." Obviously she was surprised at his apology, seeing as how she looked up, wide eyed. He couldn't take it. Her glassy cinnamon eyes looked up, almost asking for him to help her. He wanted so bad to just take her into his arms and stroke her chocolate-brown hair. So, he did.
Lunch was definitely over and dinner had definitely not started yet. So there was no point in venturing towards the Great Hall. Couldn't go back up to the common room, either. The library was off limits for now; she absolutely didn't need to go somewhere that had only gotten her in trouble with her friends ("And it was just a dream!"). So, she went outside. Trudging through the snow was not her idea of relaxing, especially all alone, but it helped to be away from her friends. She walked slowly towards the lake thinking of how warm it was in her dream. How she could feel her cheeks become flushed whenever Draco touched her. "I'm sure if he were here now, I wouldn't be freezing to death," she said quietly. Memories from past dreams with him flooded into her head. She could practically see his silver- white hair and sexy smirk, always suggestive in nature, before her. Oh, and how she loved looking into his eyes. Even in a dark room, you could make out his eyes gleaming from where he was standing. Like the moon, cold and calm, lighting up his face. Not warm and overbearing like the sun. They were beautiful and mysterious. Deep in her thoughts of Draco, she didn't hear the person walking up to her.
She was lightly tapped on the shoulder, and she turned around to see Neville looking uneasily up at her. "Hey," she muttered.
"Hey... umm, Hermione, would you like to go to the dance with me?" She thought for a moment. She really had no one else to go with since Harry and Ron had dates, and she of course wouldn't even think of asking Draco.
"Sure, I'd love to," she sweetly said. Neville pecked her on the cheek, said thank you, and walked off. She felt sorry for Neville. He was constantly made fun of for being very clumsy and forgetful, but she was quite sure that he did not have an unkind bone in his body.
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After Draco's decision to stop thinking of Hermione, he decided to take a walk out on the grounds. When he opened the door to go outside, he came face to face with Neville Longbottom. The two said nothing, Draco merely glared while Neville stepped inside and began to quicken his pace. He didn't really hate Neville; he only glared because the reaction he got out of it each time was more hilarious than the one before. He stepped outside onto the fresh, crisp snow. It was cold, but Draco loved the cold. He loved the way cold smelled. He loved the way the word "cold" sounded when he said it. He loved the way people looked when they were cold. Their face pink, and lips tinted blue; bundled up with as much stuff they can find. "Girls are so cute when they're cold," he thought. He loved the way it looked outside when it was cold. Snow covering the ground, snow in the trees; it was really wonderful. He was almost to the lake, when he stopped dead in his tracks. It was so obvious that this would happen. As soon as he promised to himself that he would never think of her again, he sees her ("Great, just what I needed to help me get my mind off of her."). However, he didn't want to go back inside, so, he walked over to her.
"Hey, Granger!" he shouted, breaking the silence. A couple of birds flew away in surprise. She turned her head from the gaze she held on the blue- black lake and looked at him. The look on her face was quite heartbreaking, really. Without a word she turned her head back to the placid lake. Was she crying? He couldn't tell. He walked up closer to get a better look. She didn't break the staring contest she had going on with the body of water. Trying his best not to sound too caring (as it would ruin his reputation), he said, "What's wrong, Mudblood? Usually you don't shut up." She didn't look up. He honestly regretted saying that; he didn't really mean it. "I -- I'm sorry." Obviously she was surprised at his apology, seeing as how she looked up, wide eyed. He couldn't take it. Her glassy cinnamon eyes looked up, almost asking for him to help her. He wanted so bad to just take her into his arms and stroke her chocolate-brown hair. So, he did.