Chapter 12
Blaise Zabini
As Draco and Hermione walked in they parted. Sure people would most likely find it a little odd that both Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger were drenched in water, but for once they almost didn't care.
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Draco got into the Slytherin Common Room and sat down, people looking strangely toward him. Pansy sat next to him and cuddled up to his side. "Why's my Drakey-Poo all wet?" She asked in a squeaky voice. Draco smiled, and said joyfully "You know Pansy-Poop, it's REALLY none of your business!" With a big smile on his face he put his hand on her head and shoved her away. Some 1st years laughed.
Draco stood up and headed to the Boys Dormitory. He was stopped by Blaise Zabini, who was waiting around the corner to the Boys Dorm.
"Why are you all wet Draco?" Blaise asked squinting and blinking.
"You might've noticed Zabini that it's raining outside. I just simply went for a little stroll, if it's any business of yours." Draco replied. Draco attempted to walk past Blaise but Blaise shot his arm out, blocking Draco.
"Why were you out in the rain?" Blaise asked, digging deeper into the hole.
"Just thinking," Draco paused. "Zabini WHAT makes you think this is your business?" Blaise smirked.
"My, my, Draco, you sure are being defensive, what's the matter? Got something to hide do you?"
What if he knows? About Hermione, or the Deatheater matter, or even . . . . Father abusing me! Draco glared Blaise in the eyes. This glare actually scared Blaise, I mean, the bloodshot eyes and then there was Draco's silver- gray eyes. Blaise didn't show his fear. "Why are your eyes bloodshot, Draco?"
"How the hell should I know? Why are you asking so many questions Zabini? If you haven't noticed, I am soaked, I need to change!" Draco nearly yelled.
Blaise ignored Draco's question, "You weren't in class, why?" Draco sighed, he really had the urge to punch Blaise, he had to fight the urge though. Draco clenched his jaw, "I just didn't feel up to it, okay? Now leave me alone, PLEASE!" Draco yelled, the people in the common room heard and went silent.
"Oh? So let's see, you don't feel up to go to class, but you take a stroll in the cold rain, you return here soaking wet. Now, Draco there MUST be a reason towards not going to class the first day! So, Draco, answer me this," Blaise reached in his pocket and pulled out a piece of parchment. It was the letter Draco had received from his father earlier. How could I be so, so careless to leave that lying around!? "What is this?" Blaise continued. Draco clenched his jaw again, he glared Blaise in the eyes again, "What business do you find this of yours Zabini?" Draco asked, snatched the letter out of Blaise's hands and stormed past Blaise, and walked into the Dorm.
When Draco got inside he set the letter on fire with his wand. "Careless, careless, careless," Draco muttered to himself. He looked around to make sure the room was empty. It was, good. Draco heard the door open; he turned around to see Blaise. Ugh.
"I'll tell, if you don't answer." Blaise said looking Draco dead in the eyes.
"Are you that retarded, Zabini? I'm sure you've read it many times, and yet you don't know what that is!" Draco sneered. "Fine, I'll tell you what it means. My Father wants me to become a Deatheater, like him." Draco finished. "And?" Blaise asked. "AND WHAT?" Draco yelled. "What're you going to say?"
"No. I'm going to say no. Now leave me alone, Zabini!" Draco screamed. "Ok, Malfoy, but if I find out otherwise. . ." Blaise laughed and left the Dorm. Draco sighed relief and went to his trunk. Draco took out his pajamas, peeled off his wet clothes and put his pajama's on. He then, plopped down on his bed, pulled the curtains around his four poster, took a pill and lied down to rest.
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Hermione entered Gryffindor Tower with a trail of water behind her. Before she could reach the stairs to the Dorms, Harry approached her.
"Did an elephant pee on you or something?" he asked. Hermione smiled slightly. "No, I was just out in the rain is all." Hermione replied. "Oh. Okay. Wait the rain? What were you doing out in the rain?" Harry asked curiously. "Just taking a stroll," Hermione said.
"You were with Draco, weren't you?" Harry asked weakly. "I don't know what you mean by 'with' but yes we talked, if you must know." Hermione said quietly. "Oh." Harry sounded rather hurt. He walked away; Hermione went into the Girls Dormitory.
She drew the curtains around her bed and changed into her pajama's and went back downstairs to talk with Lavender.
"So, um, Hermione, I heard something about you and Draco." Lavender whispered. Hermione's eyes widened. Ron. "Nothing is between us, just the usual hate." Hermione replied quickly. Lavender nodded, it was obvious she didn't believe Hermione. "OK, OK we had a decent conversation, but still, there's nothing between us." Hermione spat quietly. That was apparently good enough for Lavender.
After moments of silence, Lavender blushed; she just had to say it. "Draco's hot." She said so quietly that only Hermione could hear. "Um, he is sort of, cute." Hermione said carefully, she tried not to sound too into Draco, even though she agreed entirely.
Hermione didn't want the conversation to carry on any longer so she yawned loudly and claimed she was tired and went upstairs to her bed. She fell asleep minutes later.
As Draco and Hermione walked in they parted. Sure people would most likely find it a little odd that both Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger were drenched in water, but for once they almost didn't care.
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Draco got into the Slytherin Common Room and sat down, people looking strangely toward him. Pansy sat next to him and cuddled up to his side. "Why's my Drakey-Poo all wet?" She asked in a squeaky voice. Draco smiled, and said joyfully "You know Pansy-Poop, it's REALLY none of your business!" With a big smile on his face he put his hand on her head and shoved her away. Some 1st years laughed.
Draco stood up and headed to the Boys Dormitory. He was stopped by Blaise Zabini, who was waiting around the corner to the Boys Dorm.
"Why are you all wet Draco?" Blaise asked squinting and blinking.
"You might've noticed Zabini that it's raining outside. I just simply went for a little stroll, if it's any business of yours." Draco replied. Draco attempted to walk past Blaise but Blaise shot his arm out, blocking Draco.
"Why were you out in the rain?" Blaise asked, digging deeper into the hole.
"Just thinking," Draco paused. "Zabini WHAT makes you think this is your business?" Blaise smirked.
"My, my, Draco, you sure are being defensive, what's the matter? Got something to hide do you?"
What if he knows? About Hermione, or the Deatheater matter, or even . . . . Father abusing me! Draco glared Blaise in the eyes. This glare actually scared Blaise, I mean, the bloodshot eyes and then there was Draco's silver- gray eyes. Blaise didn't show his fear. "Why are your eyes bloodshot, Draco?"
"How the hell should I know? Why are you asking so many questions Zabini? If you haven't noticed, I am soaked, I need to change!" Draco nearly yelled.
Blaise ignored Draco's question, "You weren't in class, why?" Draco sighed, he really had the urge to punch Blaise, he had to fight the urge though. Draco clenched his jaw, "I just didn't feel up to it, okay? Now leave me alone, PLEASE!" Draco yelled, the people in the common room heard and went silent.
"Oh? So let's see, you don't feel up to go to class, but you take a stroll in the cold rain, you return here soaking wet. Now, Draco there MUST be a reason towards not going to class the first day! So, Draco, answer me this," Blaise reached in his pocket and pulled out a piece of parchment. It was the letter Draco had received from his father earlier. How could I be so, so careless to leave that lying around!? "What is this?" Blaise continued. Draco clenched his jaw again, he glared Blaise in the eyes again, "What business do you find this of yours Zabini?" Draco asked, snatched the letter out of Blaise's hands and stormed past Blaise, and walked into the Dorm.
When Draco got inside he set the letter on fire with his wand. "Careless, careless, careless," Draco muttered to himself. He looked around to make sure the room was empty. It was, good. Draco heard the door open; he turned around to see Blaise. Ugh.
"I'll tell, if you don't answer." Blaise said looking Draco dead in the eyes.
"Are you that retarded, Zabini? I'm sure you've read it many times, and yet you don't know what that is!" Draco sneered. "Fine, I'll tell you what it means. My Father wants me to become a Deatheater, like him." Draco finished. "And?" Blaise asked. "AND WHAT?" Draco yelled. "What're you going to say?"
"No. I'm going to say no. Now leave me alone, Zabini!" Draco screamed. "Ok, Malfoy, but if I find out otherwise. . ." Blaise laughed and left the Dorm. Draco sighed relief and went to his trunk. Draco took out his pajamas, peeled off his wet clothes and put his pajama's on. He then, plopped down on his bed, pulled the curtains around his four poster, took a pill and lied down to rest.
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Hermione entered Gryffindor Tower with a trail of water behind her. Before she could reach the stairs to the Dorms, Harry approached her.
"Did an elephant pee on you or something?" he asked. Hermione smiled slightly. "No, I was just out in the rain is all." Hermione replied. "Oh. Okay. Wait the rain? What were you doing out in the rain?" Harry asked curiously. "Just taking a stroll," Hermione said.
"You were with Draco, weren't you?" Harry asked weakly. "I don't know what you mean by 'with' but yes we talked, if you must know." Hermione said quietly. "Oh." Harry sounded rather hurt. He walked away; Hermione went into the Girls Dormitory.
She drew the curtains around her bed and changed into her pajama's and went back downstairs to talk with Lavender.
"So, um, Hermione, I heard something about you and Draco." Lavender whispered. Hermione's eyes widened. Ron. "Nothing is between us, just the usual hate." Hermione replied quickly. Lavender nodded, it was obvious she didn't believe Hermione. "OK, OK we had a decent conversation, but still, there's nothing between us." Hermione spat quietly. That was apparently good enough for Lavender.
After moments of silence, Lavender blushed; she just had to say it. "Draco's hot." She said so quietly that only Hermione could hear. "Um, he is sort of, cute." Hermione said carefully, she tried not to sound too into Draco, even though she agreed entirely.
Hermione didn't want the conversation to carry on any longer so she yawned loudly and claimed she was tired and went upstairs to her bed. She fell asleep minutes later.