Title: Beauty and the Beast
Author: Mjade
Summary: Draco/Mione fic. One year after graduation. Ron and Harry go exploring and when they don't come back Hermione begins to worry. I know the title is corny but I named it that because the plot line is based on that.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter and Walt Disney own Beauty and the Beast, the animation.
Rating: PG/Romance
Author's Note: Thanks to my faithful reviewers Draco Malfoy's Kitten, hazeleyez, and Elven Josefine: wasn't it obvious? Well anyway it's a who—on second thought maybe a what-Lucius Malfoy the death eater!
Sorry about the long wait, you must really hate me now, but finally my exams are finished and I was able to bring my cousin to watch Episode II. It was cool by the way. Though Anakin was creepy. Thank you to SilverFang- Glad to know someone thinks it's a great mix ~Minako, Princess of Venus- Thank you! ~Herbie Werbie-I'm really happy to find out you like my original chapters!
Draco Malfoy watches Hermione Granger with new admiration. And while they are yet still unsure how they feel towards each other, Harry Potter and Colin Creevey set out and head for the baker's shop. One of them hoping to find any trace of Ron Weasley.
"Was anyone here at all? Probably during midnight?" Harry said, following the irritated baker through the shop. The baker set some loaves of bread into the oven and headed over to the other side to knead dough. Colin had a quill and parchment out, writing aimlessly, as some villagers looked at his equipment strangely wondering why he couldn't just use a pen and paper.
"Now see here! I am—what's your name again, boy?" The baker said getting out a dough roller.
"Harry. Harry Potter, and I'm eighteen," Harry said, adding his age since he didn't like the idea of being called boy. "And I ask again, sir: Was there anyone who woke you, maybe at midnight?"
"Potter, is it? Well, Mister Potter, as you can see I am very busy and have work to do and I don't intend to listen to your tales. And if there was anyone here-- * if * there was anyone here, I doubt that's any of your business," the baker said angrily, and started furiously rolling the dough.
"Please, sir! This is important!" Harry pleaded.
"Leave my shop! Sortent (a/n: Leave for French, according to my friend)! Go! There are people here who are waiting for their food!"
Harry sighed. He wasn't convinced that Ron did not pass this way. *Ron, that idiot! How could I be so stupid? I know him too well to forget he's not a person with patience. Hermione, I hope Ron finds away to get you safely back to town. Draco Malfoy, if you ever hurt her I'll…Hermione, we will find you and we will get you out of there. *
"Harry!" Colin said snapping him out of his thoughts. "You know the last Tuesday issue of the Daily Prophet posted an add for a reward of 100 galleons for any vital information on the whereabouts of You-know-who. I was wondering if you had any information—"
*Any vital information. . . 100 galleons *
Then a plan struck Harry like a bolt of lightning. "Colin you're a genius! That's it!"
"Oh, it wasn't my idea. It was the minis—"
"No not that. Colin can you speak French?" Harry asked.
"A little bit. I'm more fluent in Japanese. . . wait, maybe it was Chinese—" Colin said.
"Great! Now listen," Harry said then whispered his plan into Colin's ear.
***
After explaining it three times and Colin saying he was ready, Harry led him to the baker who had a previously going-to-kick-you-out mood and went somewhere else, pretending to mind his own business. The plan was set, 3 . . .2 . . . 1!
"Bonjour, Monsieur!" Colin said, grinning. "Mon nom est Colin Creevey, a journalist for Le Monde Newspaper. I hope you don't mind me asking a few questions."
"Of course, monsieur. Would you like a dinner roll?" The baker asked.
Colin looked over to Harry who was nodding his head vigorously and it was clear that he was starving.
"Er. . . sure. I'll take three," Colin said, as the baker was putting the rolls in the bag. Harry shot a signal to Colin to go on with the plan.
"Sir, there is this ad in Le Monde stating: Ronald Weasley, an English undercover scientist has been missing for a few days. Any vital information of him or his whereabouts will be handsomely rewarded 80 gal—I mean 80 Francs," Colin finished with his reporter tone, smiling widely.
The bakers eyes lit up, "Weasley. . . where have I heard that name before? Ah, oui! Though I never thought he looked like a scientist."
"Naturellement (a/n: Naturally), he is undercover and here on business, have you seen him?" Colin inquired.
"Oui, in fact. He came to my shop, rude fellow, by the way. Came by midnight asking if he could buy some food! Was in a hurry to leave du centre and headed through the dark road, just there. Far left of the poultry shop," The baker said, pointing.
"Anything else, Monsieur?"
"Ah, he muttered something to himself, but I caught part of it. Really strange. . ." He said, a little more to himself.
"And what was that?"
"I really don't know. . . something like: "Got to save her. Only way. . . going to kill the death eater myself—"
Harry sprung up upon hearing that, "Colin we've got to go! Hurry up!"
"Thank you for your time, Monsieurrrrrr!" Colin tried to say as his hand was being pulled away and out the door of the shop.
"Attente! Wait! What about the 80 francs?"
***
Hermione's surroundings were beautiful. White crystals balled together in miniature hills. Shadows of angel wings floated in the misty air. It was always her favorite season and she loved Christmas day. She was used to the cold since she came from England, but in France the chill was surprisingly pleasant. Hermione took Philippe along the grounds of the huge castle-like mansion and tucked a strand of her long hair behind her ear.
It took some persuasion from Mrs. Potts and Draco finally decided to come out in the sunlight. He watched her from the balcony, with Lumiere and Cogsworth behind him. *She's so beautiful . . .and she has a heart of gold. I cannot believe I've been a prick to her most of my life. But what could have I done? I was brought up to be a muggle hater, which also hated mudbloods and half-muggles. And I did hate them, especially Hermione, well . . . that is . . . until I found out how she really is. It's not hard to imagine why Potter and Weasley love her so much. She's everything I wish I could be she's got everything that I wish I could have. Why did I let my damn pride get in the way? Why did I treat her and her friends as if she were just as low as bloody house-elves? At least, she has friends . . .I have nothing! *
Draco looked at her again, tracing her features with his eyes. Hazel- colored eyes, thick lashes, wavy light-ash brown hair, perfect jaw line . . . sincere, kind-hearted, fun loving. She was someone the whole world could love. She could make the coldest people warm. He looked down at his bandaged arm, the one she tried to heal.
*If only she knew the way I see her—the way I feel for her. I know in my whole life I've never felt this way about anyone. *
"I want to do something for her," Draco said suddenly making both Lumiere and Cogsworth jump. "The thing is I don't know what."
Cogsworth straightened himself from the small shock and said, "Well, there's the usual things--flowers, chocolates, promises you don't intend to keep..."
"Cogsworth, this is just not any other girl," Lumiere said, "It has to be something special—something that sparks her interest. Master, was there anything in particular that she liked?"
"How would I know? In Hogwarts, I was always trying to make her life miserable."
Lumiere thought hard and it hit him. "Wait a minute—of course!"
***
"Hermione, there's something I want to show you. But first you must close your eyes," Draco said, trying to hide his anxiousness.
Hermione gave him a questionable look. "It's a surprise," Draco said.
"A surprise? Since when did you start giving surprises?" Hermione asked.
"Listen, will you just do it Granger?"
Hermione still looked skeptical but complied. Draco waved his hand in front of her eyes and saw her eyelashes didn't flutter. Satisfied, he glances at the huge doors and opens them. Then hesitantly at first he takes hold of her hand and surprisingly feels her hand closing tightly around his, which sent another shiver up his spine. He looks at her features again and saw her completely relaxed. Feeling a bit more comfortable he led her into the room.
"Can I open my eyes?"
"Not yet. Hold on, wait here," Draco said, trying to fight down the nervousness from his voice. Sure he had felt nervous many times but never happy about it. As a matter of fact, he never planned a good surprise for anyone. He turned and drew back the curtains to reveal brilliant sunlight. Hermione flinched as the light shone on her face.
"Now can I open them?" She asks.
Draco grinned. "All right. Now."
Hermione's eyes opened and she couldn't believe what she saw. She thought the Hogwarts library was big—this place was gigantic. Rows upon rows of books, ladders as high as trees, stairs the color of gold, a place for all wizards books ever made, and the real thing about this library is there are even muggle books.
Still in awe she went to one of the bookcases and got out and hardbound orange-colored book.
It read: 'Fantastic Beasts & Where To Find Them' by Newt Scamander. Hermione laughed softly when she remembered that Harry had to share his book with Ron because of course, as usual, Ron's fell apart.
She turned back to Draco and smiled. "I can't believe it. I've never seen so many books in all my life!"
"You—you like it?" Draco asked hopefully.
"Well, I didn't read almost every book in the Hogwarts library for nothing," Hermione joked. "Are you kidding? This is wonderful!"
"Then it's yours."
"Oh my, really!? I still don't believe it!" She ran up and threw her hands around Draco's neck. Draco was a little surprise but welcomed it. Hermione was happy but when she was suddenly aware that she was hugging Draco, she jumped back immediately.
"Wow Granger, I know I'm irresistible, you needn't have to show it," Draco joked.
"Oh, shut up. And wipe that smirk of your face!"
***
The next day, Hermione decided to have breakfast with Draco. At first, it was a bit awkward since Draco was incredibly used to seeing an empty chair opposite from where he was sitting, but now it was pleasant to see a beautiful face in front of him.
Hermione giggled.
"What's so funny?" Draco asked.
"Oh, nothing. You haven't touched your food yet," Hermione said.
Draco realized he had been staring at her. "Oh right. Er . . .what is this?"
"It's porridge. I helped make it in the kitchen. Haven't you ever eaten it?"
"Sure, when I was three," Draco said and took a spoonful. "Okay, first you can ace every subject in school, you can cut people's hair, and now you can make good food. Tell me something I don't already know!"
***
With Draco's reluctance, Hermione managed to drag him outside onto the snow- covered courtyard.
"Honestly! Malfoy, I never thought I'd see the day when you were afraid of snow."
"Oh yeah, terrified," Draco said sarcastically. Hermione took some seeds out and three small birds came to her eager for their food.
"My mother taught me how to feed birds. She used to do it during winter when she was younger," Hermione said softly. A few more birds came by. "You know I could teach you."
"No thanks, Hermione. I think my job is to scare the birds away," Draco said.
"Well, unless you are a big hairy thing with too many legs—I don't see why," Hermione said as she put some seeds in Draco's hand. Draco tried to feed the birds but most of them flew away.
Hermione tried to stifle a laugh. She would have never guessed Draco Malfoy would be ever doing this.
Malfoy, feeding birds? Actually, it didn't seem so laughable anymore.
* There's something sweet, and almost kind. * Hermione smiled, but remembered it when Draco was thrashing around in the west wing. * But he was mean and he was course and unrefined. * But he saved her and that showed he cared. *And now he's dear and so I'm sure, I wonder why I didn't see it there before. *
Draco tried again but to no avail. "Don't shove it at them, Malfoy!" Hermione took some seeds and spread it on the ground, forming a trail. A curious bird came down and followed the trail and miraculously ate the seeds in Draco's hand.
He smiled up at Hermione. "Well, would you look at that!"
"You're doing great!" She said as another bird flew over to him. She went over to the other side to feed more birds.
* She glanced this way, I thought I saw. And when we touch she didn't pull away at all. * Then she saw Hermione's head turn away from him. Draco looks doubtful. * No it can't be, I'll just ignore-- * and suddenly Hermione stands up and smiles at him. *But then she never looked at me that way before. *
Hermione went around the tree, feeling a bit awkward. Why was her heart rate pumping a little faster? She wished it would go away, but for some reason she liked the feeling. * New, but a bit alarming,* She thought as she bit her lip and twisted her finger. * Who had ever thought that this could be? * She turned around and laughed at the scene. Malfoy was covered in birds. 'Maybe he really is irresistible! Ack! Did I just think that?' *True, Malfoy's not my prince charming, but there's something in him that I simply didn't see! *
Hermione took a large handful of snow and formed it into a ball. * Call this childish, but who bloody cares!? * The birds flew away just as the snowball hit Malfoy in the face.
Hermione laughed hysterically.
"I'm gonna get you back, Granger!" Malfoy said playfully. (a/n: Gee, whoever thought he would say something playfully. You can tell I'm having lots of fun writing this. Heh heh!) Malfoy begins to gather a large pile of snow and lifts it. Another snowball hits Malfoy off guard again along with the huge one above his head.
"Ugh! All right, if that's the way you want it!" Malfoy chases the laughing Hermione around the tree, but she ducks. Malfoy was able to sneak up from her and wrestles her to the ground causing Hermione to giggle uncontrollably.
And of course the 'so-called' house-elves were all watching happily.
Lumiere grinned. "Well who'd have thought?"
"Well, bless my soul!" Mrs. Potts said.
"And who'd have known?" Cogsworth said as if he planned it all.
"And who'd have guessed they've come together on their own?" Lumiere said.
"It's so peculiar!" Mrs. Potts said happily.
"We'll wait and see a few days more. There may be something that there wasn't there before."
Cogsworth watches Hermione and Draco come back inside the mansion. "Yes, perhaps there may be something that there wasn't there before!"
"What?" Chip says joining them.
Mrs. Potts smiles at him. "There may be something that there wasn't there before."
"What's there, mama?" Chip says, a little frustrated.
"I'll tell you when you're older."
"Adults," Chip muttered.
A/N: Done! I've only been to France once and I only learned a few French words so excuse my language. Malfoy covered in snow, he must have looked hot! Heh heh! Something loooong but sweet chapter for you all! Well we just have to see what happens next! In the ballroom scene! I hope it does not get too fluffy. Heck, I don't even like fluff. Anyway, thanks guys. You've read it so review now!
Author: Mjade
Summary: Draco/Mione fic. One year after graduation. Ron and Harry go exploring and when they don't come back Hermione begins to worry. I know the title is corny but I named it that because the plot line is based on that.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter and Walt Disney own Beauty and the Beast, the animation.
Rating: PG/Romance
Author's Note: Thanks to my faithful reviewers Draco Malfoy's Kitten, hazeleyez, and Elven Josefine: wasn't it obvious? Well anyway it's a who—on second thought maybe a what-Lucius Malfoy the death eater!
Sorry about the long wait, you must really hate me now, but finally my exams are finished and I was able to bring my cousin to watch Episode II. It was cool by the way. Though Anakin was creepy. Thank you to SilverFang- Glad to know someone thinks it's a great mix ~Minako, Princess of Venus- Thank you! ~Herbie Werbie-I'm really happy to find out you like my original chapters!
Draco Malfoy watches Hermione Granger with new admiration. And while they are yet still unsure how they feel towards each other, Harry Potter and Colin Creevey set out and head for the baker's shop. One of them hoping to find any trace of Ron Weasley.
"Was anyone here at all? Probably during midnight?" Harry said, following the irritated baker through the shop. The baker set some loaves of bread into the oven and headed over to the other side to knead dough. Colin had a quill and parchment out, writing aimlessly, as some villagers looked at his equipment strangely wondering why he couldn't just use a pen and paper.
"Now see here! I am—what's your name again, boy?" The baker said getting out a dough roller.
"Harry. Harry Potter, and I'm eighteen," Harry said, adding his age since he didn't like the idea of being called boy. "And I ask again, sir: Was there anyone who woke you, maybe at midnight?"
"Potter, is it? Well, Mister Potter, as you can see I am very busy and have work to do and I don't intend to listen to your tales. And if there was anyone here-- * if * there was anyone here, I doubt that's any of your business," the baker said angrily, and started furiously rolling the dough.
"Please, sir! This is important!" Harry pleaded.
"Leave my shop! Sortent (a/n: Leave for French, according to my friend)! Go! There are people here who are waiting for their food!"
Harry sighed. He wasn't convinced that Ron did not pass this way. *Ron, that idiot! How could I be so stupid? I know him too well to forget he's not a person with patience. Hermione, I hope Ron finds away to get you safely back to town. Draco Malfoy, if you ever hurt her I'll…Hermione, we will find you and we will get you out of there. *
"Harry!" Colin said snapping him out of his thoughts. "You know the last Tuesday issue of the Daily Prophet posted an add for a reward of 100 galleons for any vital information on the whereabouts of You-know-who. I was wondering if you had any information—"
*Any vital information. . . 100 galleons *
Then a plan struck Harry like a bolt of lightning. "Colin you're a genius! That's it!"
"Oh, it wasn't my idea. It was the minis—"
"No not that. Colin can you speak French?" Harry asked.
"A little bit. I'm more fluent in Japanese. . . wait, maybe it was Chinese—" Colin said.
"Great! Now listen," Harry said then whispered his plan into Colin's ear.
***
After explaining it three times and Colin saying he was ready, Harry led him to the baker who had a previously going-to-kick-you-out mood and went somewhere else, pretending to mind his own business. The plan was set, 3 . . .2 . . . 1!
"Bonjour, Monsieur!" Colin said, grinning. "Mon nom est Colin Creevey, a journalist for Le Monde Newspaper. I hope you don't mind me asking a few questions."
"Of course, monsieur. Would you like a dinner roll?" The baker asked.
Colin looked over to Harry who was nodding his head vigorously and it was clear that he was starving.
"Er. . . sure. I'll take three," Colin said, as the baker was putting the rolls in the bag. Harry shot a signal to Colin to go on with the plan.
"Sir, there is this ad in Le Monde stating: Ronald Weasley, an English undercover scientist has been missing for a few days. Any vital information of him or his whereabouts will be handsomely rewarded 80 gal—I mean 80 Francs," Colin finished with his reporter tone, smiling widely.
The bakers eyes lit up, "Weasley. . . where have I heard that name before? Ah, oui! Though I never thought he looked like a scientist."
"Naturellement (a/n: Naturally), he is undercover and here on business, have you seen him?" Colin inquired.
"Oui, in fact. He came to my shop, rude fellow, by the way. Came by midnight asking if he could buy some food! Was in a hurry to leave du centre and headed through the dark road, just there. Far left of the poultry shop," The baker said, pointing.
"Anything else, Monsieur?"
"Ah, he muttered something to himself, but I caught part of it. Really strange. . ." He said, a little more to himself.
"And what was that?"
"I really don't know. . . something like: "Got to save her. Only way. . . going to kill the death eater myself—"
Harry sprung up upon hearing that, "Colin we've got to go! Hurry up!"
"Thank you for your time, Monsieurrrrrr!" Colin tried to say as his hand was being pulled away and out the door of the shop.
"Attente! Wait! What about the 80 francs?"
***
Hermione's surroundings were beautiful. White crystals balled together in miniature hills. Shadows of angel wings floated in the misty air. It was always her favorite season and she loved Christmas day. She was used to the cold since she came from England, but in France the chill was surprisingly pleasant. Hermione took Philippe along the grounds of the huge castle-like mansion and tucked a strand of her long hair behind her ear.
It took some persuasion from Mrs. Potts and Draco finally decided to come out in the sunlight. He watched her from the balcony, with Lumiere and Cogsworth behind him. *She's so beautiful . . .and she has a heart of gold. I cannot believe I've been a prick to her most of my life. But what could have I done? I was brought up to be a muggle hater, which also hated mudbloods and half-muggles. And I did hate them, especially Hermione, well . . . that is . . . until I found out how she really is. It's not hard to imagine why Potter and Weasley love her so much. She's everything I wish I could be she's got everything that I wish I could have. Why did I let my damn pride get in the way? Why did I treat her and her friends as if she were just as low as bloody house-elves? At least, she has friends . . .I have nothing! *
Draco looked at her again, tracing her features with his eyes. Hazel- colored eyes, thick lashes, wavy light-ash brown hair, perfect jaw line . . . sincere, kind-hearted, fun loving. She was someone the whole world could love. She could make the coldest people warm. He looked down at his bandaged arm, the one she tried to heal.
*If only she knew the way I see her—the way I feel for her. I know in my whole life I've never felt this way about anyone. *
"I want to do something for her," Draco said suddenly making both Lumiere and Cogsworth jump. "The thing is I don't know what."
Cogsworth straightened himself from the small shock and said, "Well, there's the usual things--flowers, chocolates, promises you don't intend to keep..."
"Cogsworth, this is just not any other girl," Lumiere said, "It has to be something special—something that sparks her interest. Master, was there anything in particular that she liked?"
"How would I know? In Hogwarts, I was always trying to make her life miserable."
Lumiere thought hard and it hit him. "Wait a minute—of course!"
***
"Hermione, there's something I want to show you. But first you must close your eyes," Draco said, trying to hide his anxiousness.
Hermione gave him a questionable look. "It's a surprise," Draco said.
"A surprise? Since when did you start giving surprises?" Hermione asked.
"Listen, will you just do it Granger?"
Hermione still looked skeptical but complied. Draco waved his hand in front of her eyes and saw her eyelashes didn't flutter. Satisfied, he glances at the huge doors and opens them. Then hesitantly at first he takes hold of her hand and surprisingly feels her hand closing tightly around his, which sent another shiver up his spine. He looks at her features again and saw her completely relaxed. Feeling a bit more comfortable he led her into the room.
"Can I open my eyes?"
"Not yet. Hold on, wait here," Draco said, trying to fight down the nervousness from his voice. Sure he had felt nervous many times but never happy about it. As a matter of fact, he never planned a good surprise for anyone. He turned and drew back the curtains to reveal brilliant sunlight. Hermione flinched as the light shone on her face.
"Now can I open them?" She asks.
Draco grinned. "All right. Now."
Hermione's eyes opened and she couldn't believe what she saw. She thought the Hogwarts library was big—this place was gigantic. Rows upon rows of books, ladders as high as trees, stairs the color of gold, a place for all wizards books ever made, and the real thing about this library is there are even muggle books.
Still in awe she went to one of the bookcases and got out and hardbound orange-colored book.
It read: 'Fantastic Beasts & Where To Find Them' by Newt Scamander. Hermione laughed softly when she remembered that Harry had to share his book with Ron because of course, as usual, Ron's fell apart.
She turned back to Draco and smiled. "I can't believe it. I've never seen so many books in all my life!"
"You—you like it?" Draco asked hopefully.
"Well, I didn't read almost every book in the Hogwarts library for nothing," Hermione joked. "Are you kidding? This is wonderful!"
"Then it's yours."
"Oh my, really!? I still don't believe it!" She ran up and threw her hands around Draco's neck. Draco was a little surprise but welcomed it. Hermione was happy but when she was suddenly aware that she was hugging Draco, she jumped back immediately.
"Wow Granger, I know I'm irresistible, you needn't have to show it," Draco joked.
"Oh, shut up. And wipe that smirk of your face!"
***
The next day, Hermione decided to have breakfast with Draco. At first, it was a bit awkward since Draco was incredibly used to seeing an empty chair opposite from where he was sitting, but now it was pleasant to see a beautiful face in front of him.
Hermione giggled.
"What's so funny?" Draco asked.
"Oh, nothing. You haven't touched your food yet," Hermione said.
Draco realized he had been staring at her. "Oh right. Er . . .what is this?"
"It's porridge. I helped make it in the kitchen. Haven't you ever eaten it?"
"Sure, when I was three," Draco said and took a spoonful. "Okay, first you can ace every subject in school, you can cut people's hair, and now you can make good food. Tell me something I don't already know!"
***
With Draco's reluctance, Hermione managed to drag him outside onto the snow- covered courtyard.
"Honestly! Malfoy, I never thought I'd see the day when you were afraid of snow."
"Oh yeah, terrified," Draco said sarcastically. Hermione took some seeds out and three small birds came to her eager for their food.
"My mother taught me how to feed birds. She used to do it during winter when she was younger," Hermione said softly. A few more birds came by. "You know I could teach you."
"No thanks, Hermione. I think my job is to scare the birds away," Draco said.
"Well, unless you are a big hairy thing with too many legs—I don't see why," Hermione said as she put some seeds in Draco's hand. Draco tried to feed the birds but most of them flew away.
Hermione tried to stifle a laugh. She would have never guessed Draco Malfoy would be ever doing this.
Malfoy, feeding birds? Actually, it didn't seem so laughable anymore.
* There's something sweet, and almost kind. * Hermione smiled, but remembered it when Draco was thrashing around in the west wing. * But he was mean and he was course and unrefined. * But he saved her and that showed he cared. *And now he's dear and so I'm sure, I wonder why I didn't see it there before. *
Draco tried again but to no avail. "Don't shove it at them, Malfoy!" Hermione took some seeds and spread it on the ground, forming a trail. A curious bird came down and followed the trail and miraculously ate the seeds in Draco's hand.
He smiled up at Hermione. "Well, would you look at that!"
"You're doing great!" She said as another bird flew over to him. She went over to the other side to feed more birds.
* She glanced this way, I thought I saw. And when we touch she didn't pull away at all. * Then she saw Hermione's head turn away from him. Draco looks doubtful. * No it can't be, I'll just ignore-- * and suddenly Hermione stands up and smiles at him. *But then she never looked at me that way before. *
Hermione went around the tree, feeling a bit awkward. Why was her heart rate pumping a little faster? She wished it would go away, but for some reason she liked the feeling. * New, but a bit alarming,* She thought as she bit her lip and twisted her finger. * Who had ever thought that this could be? * She turned around and laughed at the scene. Malfoy was covered in birds. 'Maybe he really is irresistible! Ack! Did I just think that?' *True, Malfoy's not my prince charming, but there's something in him that I simply didn't see! *
Hermione took a large handful of snow and formed it into a ball. * Call this childish, but who bloody cares!? * The birds flew away just as the snowball hit Malfoy in the face.
Hermione laughed hysterically.
"I'm gonna get you back, Granger!" Malfoy said playfully. (a/n: Gee, whoever thought he would say something playfully. You can tell I'm having lots of fun writing this. Heh heh!) Malfoy begins to gather a large pile of snow and lifts it. Another snowball hits Malfoy off guard again along with the huge one above his head.
"Ugh! All right, if that's the way you want it!" Malfoy chases the laughing Hermione around the tree, but she ducks. Malfoy was able to sneak up from her and wrestles her to the ground causing Hermione to giggle uncontrollably.
And of course the 'so-called' house-elves were all watching happily.
Lumiere grinned. "Well who'd have thought?"
"Well, bless my soul!" Mrs. Potts said.
"And who'd have known?" Cogsworth said as if he planned it all.
"And who'd have guessed they've come together on their own?" Lumiere said.
"It's so peculiar!" Mrs. Potts said happily.
"We'll wait and see a few days more. There may be something that there wasn't there before."
Cogsworth watches Hermione and Draco come back inside the mansion. "Yes, perhaps there may be something that there wasn't there before!"
"What?" Chip says joining them.
Mrs. Potts smiles at him. "There may be something that there wasn't there before."
"What's there, mama?" Chip says, a little frustrated.
"I'll tell you when you're older."
"Adults," Chip muttered.
A/N: Done! I've only been to France once and I only learned a few French words so excuse my language. Malfoy covered in snow, he must have looked hot! Heh heh! Something loooong but sweet chapter for you all! Well we just have to see what happens next! In the ballroom scene! I hope it does not get too fluffy. Heck, I don't even like fluff. Anyway, thanks guys. You've read it so review now!