Chapter 7
Hermione watched him walk away; watching the distance between them grow until a cold draft enclosed her, reminding her of the way she felt. Once again, her over-analytical mind proved to be correct. She felt like a fool. How could she have believed that Malfoy's intentions were good-natured? How could she have believed that he owned any emotion other than angst and rage? Oh, but kissing him felt so wonderful. Any contact with him felt wonderful, really. "No," she told herself, "kissing him was horrible. Draco Malfoy, for heaven's sake! Never again, never again." She walked up to the Gryffindor common room still debating with herself. She walked through the portrait, and quietly said hello to Ron and Harry. "Oh. hey," Ron mumbled. Harry looked up and nodded, noting her presence. The two boys were deep in thought over a game of wizard's chess. "Sorry about earlier today," Hermione started. Ron cut in and said, "It's ok, just forget about it."
"Ok." After a few moments of silence, and a good move of a bishop on Ron's part, he continued. "So we heard you're going to the ball with Neville." Hermione chuckled and nodded her head yes as he went on. "He came in earlier and told us. Delighted, that boy was. I'm telling you." Glad that her friends had put her dream in the past, Hermione sighed with relief and wondered why she had made such a big deal over it in the first place. She continued to watch their game, and after Harry's brilliant victory, the three decided to walk down to dinner.
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After Draco told Pansy that he would indeed be accompanying her to the dance, she began to walk over to him quite smugly; smirk on her face, one eyebrow raised, and hips swinging wildly. Not knowing quite what to do, he opted on just standing there. Gracefully cupping his chin with her large hands, she playfully blew him a kiss, giggled, and began to fiddle with the belt under his robes. Draco, although enjoying this at the moment, stopped her hands. "Maybe later," he simply stated. Very put off by this, Pansy pouted and crossed her arms against her chest, blowing a strand of hair out of her eyes. Draco left the dormitory, very surprised at his self-control, and walked himself up to dinner.
He entered through the large doors and, as usual, faces turned to him. He returned their stares with an evil glare. Head held high, he confidently walked over to the Slytherin table and sat down. He filled his plate up and began to eat. He hadn't noticed how hungry he truly was, since he had skipped lunch and breakfast without realizing it. His eyes wandered over to the Head table and he nodded respectfully at Professor Snape. He began looking around the room as if he had never fully noticed the décor of the Great Hall. Draco took in the floating candles and the dancing shadows on the wall created by the flickering of the flames. He looked up towards the enchanted ceiling to reveal the starry night sky, partially covered by hazy clouds. His eyes then landed on the Gryffindor table. There she was, combing her fingers through her thick brown hair, laughing wildly at something Potter must have said. Weasley was halfway to the floor, clutching his side with a face that resembled the flaming color of his hair. Still laughing, Hermione glanced his way and after a few moments of holding the gaze, her smile had disappeared but her cheeks stayed flushed. She then broke the union of their eyes and looked over to Potter, who was sitting diagonal to her. Once again, she began laughing.
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Harry did great impressions. His best one was probably Snape. He performed a small dialogue by himself between Snape and McGonagall at dinner. Even when she was confused and depressed, Hermione couldn't help but crack up at the two dynamics he was presenting to her and Ron. The evil glare and deep, scornful voice of Snape was positively hilarious when teamed with McGonagall's constipated facial expressions and urgent voice. Hermione was almost to tears and would probably have kept the ear-to-ear smile on her face had it not been for Draco catching her eye. He was looking directly at her. She calmed down and stared straight back. Honestly, she wasn't thinking of anything in particular. She just cleared her head of all thoughts while staring into his blue-gray eyes. She wasn't thinking of how nervous she felt when he was near her, or how when he held her she felt as if she were melting into him, or even how amazing his lips felt pursed against hers. She was devoid of thoughts. She broke the gaze with Draco and turned back to Harry who had just begun impersonating Dudley. Laughing, she took a quick look at her choices of food and then began to fill up her plate.
A/N: Blah. Nothing happened in this chapter. Sorry bout that. Next chapter I presume will be much better. I vote you keep reading. And review as well. Maybe that's just me though.
Hermione watched him walk away; watching the distance between them grow until a cold draft enclosed her, reminding her of the way she felt. Once again, her over-analytical mind proved to be correct. She felt like a fool. How could she have believed that Malfoy's intentions were good-natured? How could she have believed that he owned any emotion other than angst and rage? Oh, but kissing him felt so wonderful. Any contact with him felt wonderful, really. "No," she told herself, "kissing him was horrible. Draco Malfoy, for heaven's sake! Never again, never again." She walked up to the Gryffindor common room still debating with herself. She walked through the portrait, and quietly said hello to Ron and Harry. "Oh. hey," Ron mumbled. Harry looked up and nodded, noting her presence. The two boys were deep in thought over a game of wizard's chess. "Sorry about earlier today," Hermione started. Ron cut in and said, "It's ok, just forget about it."
"Ok." After a few moments of silence, and a good move of a bishop on Ron's part, he continued. "So we heard you're going to the ball with Neville." Hermione chuckled and nodded her head yes as he went on. "He came in earlier and told us. Delighted, that boy was. I'm telling you." Glad that her friends had put her dream in the past, Hermione sighed with relief and wondered why she had made such a big deal over it in the first place. She continued to watch their game, and after Harry's brilliant victory, the three decided to walk down to dinner.
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After Draco told Pansy that he would indeed be accompanying her to the dance, she began to walk over to him quite smugly; smirk on her face, one eyebrow raised, and hips swinging wildly. Not knowing quite what to do, he opted on just standing there. Gracefully cupping his chin with her large hands, she playfully blew him a kiss, giggled, and began to fiddle with the belt under his robes. Draco, although enjoying this at the moment, stopped her hands. "Maybe later," he simply stated. Very put off by this, Pansy pouted and crossed her arms against her chest, blowing a strand of hair out of her eyes. Draco left the dormitory, very surprised at his self-control, and walked himself up to dinner.
He entered through the large doors and, as usual, faces turned to him. He returned their stares with an evil glare. Head held high, he confidently walked over to the Slytherin table and sat down. He filled his plate up and began to eat. He hadn't noticed how hungry he truly was, since he had skipped lunch and breakfast without realizing it. His eyes wandered over to the Head table and he nodded respectfully at Professor Snape. He began looking around the room as if he had never fully noticed the décor of the Great Hall. Draco took in the floating candles and the dancing shadows on the wall created by the flickering of the flames. He looked up towards the enchanted ceiling to reveal the starry night sky, partially covered by hazy clouds. His eyes then landed on the Gryffindor table. There she was, combing her fingers through her thick brown hair, laughing wildly at something Potter must have said. Weasley was halfway to the floor, clutching his side with a face that resembled the flaming color of his hair. Still laughing, Hermione glanced his way and after a few moments of holding the gaze, her smile had disappeared but her cheeks stayed flushed. She then broke the union of their eyes and looked over to Potter, who was sitting diagonal to her. Once again, she began laughing.
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Harry did great impressions. His best one was probably Snape. He performed a small dialogue by himself between Snape and McGonagall at dinner. Even when she was confused and depressed, Hermione couldn't help but crack up at the two dynamics he was presenting to her and Ron. The evil glare and deep, scornful voice of Snape was positively hilarious when teamed with McGonagall's constipated facial expressions and urgent voice. Hermione was almost to tears and would probably have kept the ear-to-ear smile on her face had it not been for Draco catching her eye. He was looking directly at her. She calmed down and stared straight back. Honestly, she wasn't thinking of anything in particular. She just cleared her head of all thoughts while staring into his blue-gray eyes. She wasn't thinking of how nervous she felt when he was near her, or how when he held her she felt as if she were melting into him, or even how amazing his lips felt pursed against hers. She was devoid of thoughts. She broke the gaze with Draco and turned back to Harry who had just begun impersonating Dudley. Laughing, she took a quick look at her choices of food and then began to fill up her plate.
A/N: Blah. Nothing happened in this chapter. Sorry bout that. Next chapter I presume will be much better. I vote you keep reading. And review as well. Maybe that's just me though.