Fourth chapter. Draco and Hermione meet around the school and happily Draco
gets happier! Hermione sees the real Draco but doesn't tell anybody.
Hermione looked at the time as she entered the common room. It was 7.54pm; she and Draco must have been talking awhile, for at least eight hours. She was still confused about the events that took place that day. Ron and Harry ran up to her. "Hermione where were you?" Ron asked looking at her. "I ah was feeling a bit sick so I didn't go. How was it?" She answered. "It was great! Crabbe and Golye were actually by themselves! Malfoy wasn't there. I hope he's sick." Ron said hopefully. Hermione looked at him with unseen anger but didn't say anything for Draco's sake. "Oh, well I'm going to go to bed. Night then." She walked up the stairs to her dorm. Ron looked at Harry shrugging and they went to look at the fire works display Fred and George were putting on.
Hermione got to her dorm which was thankfully empty, changed into her Pyjamas, got into bed, drew the velvet curtains around it and thought about Draco. They had talked heaps probably longer than her Harry and Ron had ever talked. He was so different than she imagined. He had apologised at lest twice about how cruel he was in the past and she forgave him. He was going through a hard time and she knew she had to help him. She slowly fell asleep and dreamed of him. His sliver blonde hair and grey eyes. Her stomach had butterflies and she woke. The time read 5.09am; she got up quietly as not to disturb here dorm mates, got changed, walked downstairs and left the common room for a walk. She walked to the lake and saw Draco sitting under at tree clearly by the look on his face and the quill and parchment in his hand he was writing something. She sneaked over behind the tree to read what he was writing.
With the sun casting its golden glow on everything, this place seems almost beautiful.
Every tree or blade of grass alive with a coating of shining light.
The noise is reduced to a pure silence, broken only by my steady rhythmic breaths.
This is my solitude, my space, my escape.
She smiled shocked. She didn't know he wrote poetry, but it was excellent.
"Draco?" She said. He turned quickly. "Hermione? God you scared me. Why are you here? I thought you'd be asleep." He replied. She shrugged. "I couldn't sleep. How about you?" She said not telling him why she wasn't sleeping. "I come down here a lot to get away from life." Draco answered folding his parchment and standing up. "You want to have breakfast. It's only 5.30 nobody's up." He asked. She nodded and they walked up to the great hall. When they got there it was abandoned apart from Dumbledore who happily smiled and waved at them.
"Don't worry he won't tell." Hermione told Draco looking at the uncomfortable look on his face. They had decided the previous day not to tell anybody about there newly formed friendship. As they ate they talked of moments of achievement and failure, there interests (some which were surprisingly the same) happiness and sadness. They had to stop when the great hall started filling with hungry students. "Meet me at the astronomy tower 12.00pm." Hermione whispered as she slipped away. He watched her leave wishing she didn't have to. He thought of her auburn locks, how they jolted slightly as she laughed at his jokes. Nobody laughed at his joke. He didn't know that a friendship could grow so fast, he remembered thinking after he was beaten when he was young that nobody could ever love him.
'Snap out of it Draco, she doesn't love you. You haven't even known her 48hrs.' A nasty little voice then spoke in his mind. 'What if she's using you? Maybe this is a scam, maybe Potter or Weasley put her up to it. You were her worst enemy. It's too good to be true' Draco shook his head refusing to believe it. He got up and let the great hall, he thought of going to the library, he hadn't read in ages.
When he got there he saw Harry, Ron and Hermione sitting together, a little bit of jealously ran though him. She saw him and gave a secret smile and went back to reading her book while Harry and Ron talked about quidditch. He walked past and Harry and Ron stopped talking, they stared at him afraid he would say something. He kept on walking. Hermione suddenly snapped her book shut. "I'm going to look for more books." She said to her friends as she got up and walked in Draco's direction. He knew what she was doing and walked to an abandoned part of the library. They greeted each other happily. "God, they are soo boring." She told him smiling. He laughed, she was so beautiful. Her chestnut eyes were so private and proud, her gorgeous smile. She walked to a shelf, took out an old book and sighed. The title read 'Caritas Carmens' Draco looked at the cover and said "Love poems?" Hermione looked at him startled and embarrassed. "You know Latin?" She asked. He nodded grinning. She looked at him amazed. "I've never met anybody who could read it before. When did you learn it?" She said. "Well I sort of learnt growing up, reading books about it and working it out. How about you?" He replied. She thought for awhile. "I don't actually know. Same as you I guess." They spent the rest of there time together looking at the poems and each of them had no idea that they liked one another.
Yay! Fourth chapter. For Alexandra it was a memory. Next chapter some romance at the astronomy tower! Please Review! I live off reviews!
Hermione looked at the time as she entered the common room. It was 7.54pm; she and Draco must have been talking awhile, for at least eight hours. She was still confused about the events that took place that day. Ron and Harry ran up to her. "Hermione where were you?" Ron asked looking at her. "I ah was feeling a bit sick so I didn't go. How was it?" She answered. "It was great! Crabbe and Golye were actually by themselves! Malfoy wasn't there. I hope he's sick." Ron said hopefully. Hermione looked at him with unseen anger but didn't say anything for Draco's sake. "Oh, well I'm going to go to bed. Night then." She walked up the stairs to her dorm. Ron looked at Harry shrugging and they went to look at the fire works display Fred and George were putting on.
Hermione got to her dorm which was thankfully empty, changed into her Pyjamas, got into bed, drew the velvet curtains around it and thought about Draco. They had talked heaps probably longer than her Harry and Ron had ever talked. He was so different than she imagined. He had apologised at lest twice about how cruel he was in the past and she forgave him. He was going through a hard time and she knew she had to help him. She slowly fell asleep and dreamed of him. His sliver blonde hair and grey eyes. Her stomach had butterflies and she woke. The time read 5.09am; she got up quietly as not to disturb here dorm mates, got changed, walked downstairs and left the common room for a walk. She walked to the lake and saw Draco sitting under at tree clearly by the look on his face and the quill and parchment in his hand he was writing something. She sneaked over behind the tree to read what he was writing.
With the sun casting its golden glow on everything, this place seems almost beautiful.
Every tree or blade of grass alive with a coating of shining light.
The noise is reduced to a pure silence, broken only by my steady rhythmic breaths.
This is my solitude, my space, my escape.
She smiled shocked. She didn't know he wrote poetry, but it was excellent.
"Draco?" She said. He turned quickly. "Hermione? God you scared me. Why are you here? I thought you'd be asleep." He replied. She shrugged. "I couldn't sleep. How about you?" She said not telling him why she wasn't sleeping. "I come down here a lot to get away from life." Draco answered folding his parchment and standing up. "You want to have breakfast. It's only 5.30 nobody's up." He asked. She nodded and they walked up to the great hall. When they got there it was abandoned apart from Dumbledore who happily smiled and waved at them.
"Don't worry he won't tell." Hermione told Draco looking at the uncomfortable look on his face. They had decided the previous day not to tell anybody about there newly formed friendship. As they ate they talked of moments of achievement and failure, there interests (some which were surprisingly the same) happiness and sadness. They had to stop when the great hall started filling with hungry students. "Meet me at the astronomy tower 12.00pm." Hermione whispered as she slipped away. He watched her leave wishing she didn't have to. He thought of her auburn locks, how they jolted slightly as she laughed at his jokes. Nobody laughed at his joke. He didn't know that a friendship could grow so fast, he remembered thinking after he was beaten when he was young that nobody could ever love him.
'Snap out of it Draco, she doesn't love you. You haven't even known her 48hrs.' A nasty little voice then spoke in his mind. 'What if she's using you? Maybe this is a scam, maybe Potter or Weasley put her up to it. You were her worst enemy. It's too good to be true' Draco shook his head refusing to believe it. He got up and let the great hall, he thought of going to the library, he hadn't read in ages.
When he got there he saw Harry, Ron and Hermione sitting together, a little bit of jealously ran though him. She saw him and gave a secret smile and went back to reading her book while Harry and Ron talked about quidditch. He walked past and Harry and Ron stopped talking, they stared at him afraid he would say something. He kept on walking. Hermione suddenly snapped her book shut. "I'm going to look for more books." She said to her friends as she got up and walked in Draco's direction. He knew what she was doing and walked to an abandoned part of the library. They greeted each other happily. "God, they are soo boring." She told him smiling. He laughed, she was so beautiful. Her chestnut eyes were so private and proud, her gorgeous smile. She walked to a shelf, took out an old book and sighed. The title read 'Caritas Carmens' Draco looked at the cover and said "Love poems?" Hermione looked at him startled and embarrassed. "You know Latin?" She asked. He nodded grinning. She looked at him amazed. "I've never met anybody who could read it before. When did you learn it?" She said. "Well I sort of learnt growing up, reading books about it and working it out. How about you?" He replied. She thought for awhile. "I don't actually know. Same as you I guess." They spent the rest of there time together looking at the poems and each of them had no idea that they liked one another.
Yay! Fourth chapter. For Alexandra it was a memory. Next chapter some romance at the astronomy tower! Please Review! I live off reviews!