A/n ok, 2nd chapter! Whoohoo, go me. Ok, thank you to my LOVELY reviewers,
lol 4 of which I forced to read it and review it. Oh well, I now have more
reviews than Dave, haha you loser, lol. Ok, I should have mentioned last
chapter that this takes place in the 5th year, and Laurel, I KNOW that I
screwed up their personalities, so a warning to all you diehard fans, I
will wreak havoc on their normally normal personalities, deal with it or
don't read, your loss. Also, sorry if this chappie starts out a bit boring,
it IS longer tho.. Ok, enough babbling, read on!
Inside the Slytherin commonroom, Draco Malfoy paced back and forth, a troubled look on his face. Pansy Parkinson watched his antics with concern, knowing that the only time he paced was when he was thinking about those annoying Gryffindors.
"Draco, what's wrong?" she asked, her voice stopping his pacing.
He glanced at her, mumbled something incoherently, and started pacing again.
"You're going to wear a freaking hole in the carpet Draco!" she shrieked. Then, in a sugary sweet voice, "Why don't you sit?"
She patted he cushion next to herself. To her obvious disappointment, he collapsed into an armchair close to the fire. She studied him closely, the light from the fire glancing off his white-blonde hair. His icy blue eyes were clouded over, like the sky before a dangerous storm. Somehow she sense he wanted to be alone (you must remember she isn't the smartest girl) and left the room. Draco had barely even registered that she was there in the first place. His mind was on something else, or rather, someone else. (A/n I had thought about stopping it here but I promised a long chapter so on we go!) "Why did I listen to her? I could have stayed. It isn't her library!" he muttered, thinking back to what had happened earlier in the day. He got up and climbed the stairs to his room. 'It isn't my fault she thinks she's queen of the world' he thought defiantly, while changing into his pajamas and climbing into bed. 'It isn't my fault that Potter doesn't know how to solve a simple potions problem!' He switched off the light, and closed his eyes. Almost asleep, he gave the subject one last, sleepy thought. 'It isn't. it isn't my fault that when. when she leaned over. Potter's shoulder she looked. so. beautiful.' With that he fell into the dark abyss of slumber. But he dreamed. Oh, did he dream.
He was head boy, and Hermione was head girl. They were down at the lake, it seemed like they were talking, about what Draco couldn't tell. Hermoine blushed, and the dream Draco averted his eyes, then brought them back to hers. He slowly took her hand in his. She smiled, and he smiled back, then he closed his eyes, and leaned in, their lips meeting in a kiss.
Draco awoke with a start. He sat in his bed for a moment, then remembered his dream.
"Ugh." It was going to be a long day.
First up he had transfiguration, so no trouble there, but after he has double herbology with the gryffindors. That would be a problem. He didn't have Care of Magical Creatures or potions, and his DADA class was only Slytherin, so that was the only class he had with Gryffindor, but it was double period.
"I'll deal with it." He said out loud "I'm a Malfoy. Malfoy's have dealt with far worse things than a silly infatuation." That seemed to end the subject, but then a little nagging voice in his head sqeaked "Yes, but Malfoys also try to suppress any happy feelings like love, remember?" Draco shoved the voice out of his mind, squared his shoulders, and went down to the great hall for breakfast. He didn't look at Hermione once, and was very proud of himself. He breezed through transfiguration, and prepared for herbology.
Professor Sprout rambled on about some plant or other, and Draco could care less. He couldn't help sneaking glances at her, and accidentally caught her eye once. She seemed surprised that he was looking at her, as he was usually glaring at Harry or plotting something with Crabbe and Goyle. She smiled, and raised an eyebrow at him, then tried to strike up a conversation with Neville next to her, who was struggling with his plant. It seemed like it was trying to eat his Gryffindor scarf. Hermione pitched in and tried to help, pulling on the scarf. She gave this idea up quickly, however, because it was no use. She stared at the plant for a few moments, then surprisingly, started to tickle it.
Draco watched the whole scene, trying desperately to conceal his amusement. Hermione's second idea worked, but just as the plant released the scarf, Neville had given a huge tug, and the force of which he pulled sent him reeling backwards. He stumbled, and fell into a gigantic pot behind him. Everyone laughed including Neville, but Hermione's laugh rose above all the others. She had a marvelous laugh, like bells ringing, which gave you the same, happy, fuzzy feeling as your first kiss, or the first snow of the winter season. Hermione glanced over at him, a triumphant look on her face, after successfully releasing Neville's scarf. Draco turned back to his plant with a sigh. He shook his head, and thought, 'I can't believe I'm falling for her. What will father think?' He gasped, and his face froze with a look of utmost terror. 'What will father do?!?'
A/n ok so. what do u think? Ok, heres the part where I respond to my reviewers: Jimmy: take your medicine Sara: you'd like to THINK she has a crush on him wouldn't you? All in good time, kind readers Monkeyboy: thank you for the compliment. I think. You know you couldn't wait for this chapter to be put out Laurel: read a/n at top And my one reviewer who I didn't tell to read this: Infinitemoment, my first reviewer, thank you so much, your stories are great, cant wait for the next chapters =) Reviews! Reviews! Tell me what you think, what you hope should happen, what you think will happen, anything! Except flames, I will flame you right back! ~*Lauren*~
Inside the Slytherin commonroom, Draco Malfoy paced back and forth, a troubled look on his face. Pansy Parkinson watched his antics with concern, knowing that the only time he paced was when he was thinking about those annoying Gryffindors.
"Draco, what's wrong?" she asked, her voice stopping his pacing.
He glanced at her, mumbled something incoherently, and started pacing again.
"You're going to wear a freaking hole in the carpet Draco!" she shrieked. Then, in a sugary sweet voice, "Why don't you sit?"
She patted he cushion next to herself. To her obvious disappointment, he collapsed into an armchair close to the fire. She studied him closely, the light from the fire glancing off his white-blonde hair. His icy blue eyes were clouded over, like the sky before a dangerous storm. Somehow she sense he wanted to be alone (you must remember she isn't the smartest girl) and left the room. Draco had barely even registered that she was there in the first place. His mind was on something else, or rather, someone else. (A/n I had thought about stopping it here but I promised a long chapter so on we go!) "Why did I listen to her? I could have stayed. It isn't her library!" he muttered, thinking back to what had happened earlier in the day. He got up and climbed the stairs to his room. 'It isn't my fault she thinks she's queen of the world' he thought defiantly, while changing into his pajamas and climbing into bed. 'It isn't my fault that Potter doesn't know how to solve a simple potions problem!' He switched off the light, and closed his eyes. Almost asleep, he gave the subject one last, sleepy thought. 'It isn't. it isn't my fault that when. when she leaned over. Potter's shoulder she looked. so. beautiful.' With that he fell into the dark abyss of slumber. But he dreamed. Oh, did he dream.
He was head boy, and Hermione was head girl. They were down at the lake, it seemed like they were talking, about what Draco couldn't tell. Hermoine blushed, and the dream Draco averted his eyes, then brought them back to hers. He slowly took her hand in his. She smiled, and he smiled back, then he closed his eyes, and leaned in, their lips meeting in a kiss.
Draco awoke with a start. He sat in his bed for a moment, then remembered his dream.
"Ugh." It was going to be a long day.
First up he had transfiguration, so no trouble there, but after he has double herbology with the gryffindors. That would be a problem. He didn't have Care of Magical Creatures or potions, and his DADA class was only Slytherin, so that was the only class he had with Gryffindor, but it was double period.
"I'll deal with it." He said out loud "I'm a Malfoy. Malfoy's have dealt with far worse things than a silly infatuation." That seemed to end the subject, but then a little nagging voice in his head sqeaked "Yes, but Malfoys also try to suppress any happy feelings like love, remember?" Draco shoved the voice out of his mind, squared his shoulders, and went down to the great hall for breakfast. He didn't look at Hermione once, and was very proud of himself. He breezed through transfiguration, and prepared for herbology.
Professor Sprout rambled on about some plant or other, and Draco could care less. He couldn't help sneaking glances at her, and accidentally caught her eye once. She seemed surprised that he was looking at her, as he was usually glaring at Harry or plotting something with Crabbe and Goyle. She smiled, and raised an eyebrow at him, then tried to strike up a conversation with Neville next to her, who was struggling with his plant. It seemed like it was trying to eat his Gryffindor scarf. Hermione pitched in and tried to help, pulling on the scarf. She gave this idea up quickly, however, because it was no use. She stared at the plant for a few moments, then surprisingly, started to tickle it.
Draco watched the whole scene, trying desperately to conceal his amusement. Hermione's second idea worked, but just as the plant released the scarf, Neville had given a huge tug, and the force of which he pulled sent him reeling backwards. He stumbled, and fell into a gigantic pot behind him. Everyone laughed including Neville, but Hermione's laugh rose above all the others. She had a marvelous laugh, like bells ringing, which gave you the same, happy, fuzzy feeling as your first kiss, or the first snow of the winter season. Hermione glanced over at him, a triumphant look on her face, after successfully releasing Neville's scarf. Draco turned back to his plant with a sigh. He shook his head, and thought, 'I can't believe I'm falling for her. What will father think?' He gasped, and his face froze with a look of utmost terror. 'What will father do?!?'
A/n ok so. what do u think? Ok, heres the part where I respond to my reviewers: Jimmy: take your medicine Sara: you'd like to THINK she has a crush on him wouldn't you? All in good time, kind readers Monkeyboy: thank you for the compliment. I think. You know you couldn't wait for this chapter to be put out Laurel: read a/n at top And my one reviewer who I didn't tell to read this: Infinitemoment, my first reviewer, thank you so much, your stories are great, cant wait for the next chapters =) Reviews! Reviews! Tell me what you think, what you hope should happen, what you think will happen, anything! Except flames, I will flame you right back! ~*Lauren*~