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Chapter 2
The wind was blowing hard as the stands filled with people, anticipating the game that was about to begin. Hermione walked close next to Ron, and they chattered about various things. It was Gryffindor against Slytherin, and Hermione was feeling nervous. She felt like cheering for Draco all out. Of course, she would avoid even calling Harry's name.
It had been a couple of weeks since Hermione's and Draco's first meeting, and everyday the same thing was done. They would meet in the library to study, and end up talking about useless junk. Hermione didn't mind, it gave her the chance to get to know the mysterious Draco Malfoy better.
She knew the sensation she felt for him well, the stomach flips, her face turning red every single time she saw him, the heart skipping one beat too many when he smiled or laughed (Don't see that much do we?) They were the beginning signs of a girl with a crush. In her dreams now, when Harry left her, Draco was there to hold her.
Hermione sighed and pretended to be listening to Ron's words. They seemed so-ordinary, compared to what she and Draco talked about. At the moment he was blabbing about the Chudley Cannons color, and how "It was just didn't fit their style."
Finally they made it up the stands and sat next to Hagrid, Hogwart's Care of Magical Creatures professor.
"'Ello there!" Hagrid boomed, "How are ye doin' now 'er days? Hope 'Arry's ready to play. Word's been a'spreadin' that that Malfoy ain't taking it from nobody."
Hermione chuckled. She had been thinking exactly the same thing. After she'd shown how badly Harry hurt her-Well who knew what Draco could accomplish. During her thoughts she didn't even notice the start of the game.
It began out slow and easy. Goals going back in forth, with Slytherin at a small lead. Hermione had to contain herself from whooping and hollering for Draco. She saw him glance up a few times toward her direction, and even if it sounds corny, Hermione couldn't help but feel warm inside. She saw his silver hair zipping across the field. She'd lost all track of Harry, and frankly, she didn't care. Her mind was on Draco, and him alone. All of a sudden she saw a look of pure concentration take over his expression. She turned her binoculars to high speed as she followed his movements. "He saw the snitch! He must see it somewhere!" Hermione hoped desperately for him to get it first. Suddenly a loud cheer of noise from her side of the stands made her look to the other end. Harry was there, zooming toward the snitch at full speed.
"C'mon Draco!" Hermione yelled out, much to the surprise of Ron and Hagrid.
"They're going to run into eachother," Hermione thought frantically.
But no, Hermione was wrong, Harry made a large dive, and grabbed the snitch, a split-second before Draco could get it. Hermione groaned. She looked closely at Draco's face, praying he wasn't too disappointed. He smirked, and his eyes lost some of the glint, but he seemed okay.
Ron was blabbering about the "magnificent dive", and the strange cheering coming from Hermione, the whole walk back up to the castle.
Gryffindor was celebrating like crazy. The 5th year in a row, that they beat Slytherin. Hermione didn't join much in the fun. She was much too excited for different reasons. She had stolen a moment with Draco at dinner, and they decided to meet in the Library later that night.
Hermione put on her cloak, and softly padded through the halls towards the library. She hadn't had any trouble getting out of the common room, though; it didn't seem like anyone noticed her leave at all.
Draco was walking quickly. A very persistent Pansy Parkinson had delayed him. After breaking away from her bantering, his thoughts moved to a certain Hermione Granger, who was most certainly waiting for him in the library at this moment. Even if Draco didn't let on, Hermione was affecting him ten times as badly as Pansy ever could. He hated letting himself falling into such a vulnerable position. Normally he'd blow her off, if she were half the girl she was.
Draco made it to the library and looked through the window. Hermione was sitting there, leaning back in her chair.
Slowly he walked inside and she looked up, smiling.
"Hey! I'm really sorry about the game. It was a tough loss. You had the snitch right in your hand." Her voice trailed off.
He made a face. "Yeah I know." Draco sat down at the table as she stood up and ran her fingers along the books.
"Might as well see what books I'll need for tomorrow." She said softly taking down a book. "Aren't you excited about the Defense Against the Dark Art's project? It's going to be so easy."
"Oh god." Draco muttered, smirking. The real Professor Moody had come to Hogwarts to teach DADA and everyone knew Draco wasn't too excited about it. Even if it wasn't the real Professor in their 4th year, Draco still didn't like that eye.
Hermione giggled. "Yeah, the whole ferret look wasn't exactly the right thing for you."
She was already running through the shelves as Draco jumped up and quickly began his chase.
"Take that back Granger." Draco whispered, loud enough for her to hear.
"Take what back?" She asked innocently, dodging a chair.
"You know exactly what!" Draco said in mock anger.
Hermione looked quickly behind her. It was a bad mistake, and she was not a Quidditch player, so she did not have the quick reflexes to dodge the next chair that crossed her path.
"Uumph!" Hermione fell and rolled over on her back, only to find Draco right on top of her the next instant.
Hermione's breaths were coming in short gasps as Draco's eyes searched hers.
"Just like in the movies," the thought flashed across Hermione's mind.
Their lips were a mere inch apart and Hermione could faintly feel his breath of hers.
"Hermione." Draco whispered and leaned in even closer, when the slam of the library door knocked them both out of the moment. Draco quickly got off of her as Pansy's all-too-annoying voice rang out in the silent library.
"Drakey-poo?" Pansy said, not trying to keep her voice down.
"Hermione, I'll talk to you later, okay?" Draco said softly, while Hermione nodded, dazed.
"Yes Pansy?" Draco's comforting voice faded off as he left the room, Pansy by his side.
Was it her imagination? Or did he almost kiss her. Hermione blushed a deep red. She had wanted that kiss.
Draco slammed his dorm-room door, cutting off Pansy's words. Why did she have to walk in? Right when he was about to kiss her. He'd been waiting to do that forever. And Pansy ruined it!
Draco sat on the side of his bed, his head in his hands. That was the perfect chance to prove to himself that this was no other crush. That it was different.
A knocking at the window brought him reluctantly out of his reverie. His eagle-like owl was at the window, with a letter in its beak. He opened his window, and the owl flew in, nipped his collar, and then headed back out, leaving the letter behind.
It was from his father.
"Hell, this is going to tell me when I'm getting the mark." Draco thought silently, wishing he could throw it away, then blame it on his owl.
Slowly, Draco opened it
Son,
Our Lord is rising steadily, and needing more Death-eaters at his side. He's expecting you to be there, and so I am. It will be at our Mansion next week. Become one of us, and let us unleash the power of darkness over all muggles, and the muggle-lovers.
Sincerely, Your Father.
Draco sighed. There was only of thing to do now, and he wasn't sure if he was brave enough. Telling Dumbledore could make everything better. But what if things went wrong, and Voldermort survived, then set his sights on killing him? Draco set the letter inside of his bedside table and lay down without even changing.
"If only there was some way to tell Hermione, without her getting disappointed." Draco ran different schemes through his mind. The longer he thought, the harder it became to come up with useful tactics. Finally, Draco fell asleep, with Hermione on his mind.
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Chapter 2
The wind was blowing hard as the stands filled with people, anticipating the game that was about to begin. Hermione walked close next to Ron, and they chattered about various things. It was Gryffindor against Slytherin, and Hermione was feeling nervous. She felt like cheering for Draco all out. Of course, she would avoid even calling Harry's name.
It had been a couple of weeks since Hermione's and Draco's first meeting, and everyday the same thing was done. They would meet in the library to study, and end up talking about useless junk. Hermione didn't mind, it gave her the chance to get to know the mysterious Draco Malfoy better.
She knew the sensation she felt for him well, the stomach flips, her face turning red every single time she saw him, the heart skipping one beat too many when he smiled or laughed (Don't see that much do we?) They were the beginning signs of a girl with a crush. In her dreams now, when Harry left her, Draco was there to hold her.
Hermione sighed and pretended to be listening to Ron's words. They seemed so-ordinary, compared to what she and Draco talked about. At the moment he was blabbing about the Chudley Cannons color, and how "It was just didn't fit their style."
Finally they made it up the stands and sat next to Hagrid, Hogwart's Care of Magical Creatures professor.
"'Ello there!" Hagrid boomed, "How are ye doin' now 'er days? Hope 'Arry's ready to play. Word's been a'spreadin' that that Malfoy ain't taking it from nobody."
Hermione chuckled. She had been thinking exactly the same thing. After she'd shown how badly Harry hurt her-Well who knew what Draco could accomplish. During her thoughts she didn't even notice the start of the game.
It began out slow and easy. Goals going back in forth, with Slytherin at a small lead. Hermione had to contain herself from whooping and hollering for Draco. She saw him glance up a few times toward her direction, and even if it sounds corny, Hermione couldn't help but feel warm inside. She saw his silver hair zipping across the field. She'd lost all track of Harry, and frankly, she didn't care. Her mind was on Draco, and him alone. All of a sudden she saw a look of pure concentration take over his expression. She turned her binoculars to high speed as she followed his movements. "He saw the snitch! He must see it somewhere!" Hermione hoped desperately for him to get it first. Suddenly a loud cheer of noise from her side of the stands made her look to the other end. Harry was there, zooming toward the snitch at full speed.
"C'mon Draco!" Hermione yelled out, much to the surprise of Ron and Hagrid.
"They're going to run into eachother," Hermione thought frantically.
But no, Hermione was wrong, Harry made a large dive, and grabbed the snitch, a split-second before Draco could get it. Hermione groaned. She looked closely at Draco's face, praying he wasn't too disappointed. He smirked, and his eyes lost some of the glint, but he seemed okay.
Ron was blabbering about the "magnificent dive", and the strange cheering coming from Hermione, the whole walk back up to the castle.
Gryffindor was celebrating like crazy. The 5th year in a row, that they beat Slytherin. Hermione didn't join much in the fun. She was much too excited for different reasons. She had stolen a moment with Draco at dinner, and they decided to meet in the Library later that night.
Hermione put on her cloak, and softly padded through the halls towards the library. She hadn't had any trouble getting out of the common room, though; it didn't seem like anyone noticed her leave at all.
Draco was walking quickly. A very persistent Pansy Parkinson had delayed him. After breaking away from her bantering, his thoughts moved to a certain Hermione Granger, who was most certainly waiting for him in the library at this moment. Even if Draco didn't let on, Hermione was affecting him ten times as badly as Pansy ever could. He hated letting himself falling into such a vulnerable position. Normally he'd blow her off, if she were half the girl she was.
Draco made it to the library and looked through the window. Hermione was sitting there, leaning back in her chair.
Slowly he walked inside and she looked up, smiling.
"Hey! I'm really sorry about the game. It was a tough loss. You had the snitch right in your hand." Her voice trailed off.
He made a face. "Yeah I know." Draco sat down at the table as she stood up and ran her fingers along the books.
"Might as well see what books I'll need for tomorrow." She said softly taking down a book. "Aren't you excited about the Defense Against the Dark Art's project? It's going to be so easy."
"Oh god." Draco muttered, smirking. The real Professor Moody had come to Hogwarts to teach DADA and everyone knew Draco wasn't too excited about it. Even if it wasn't the real Professor in their 4th year, Draco still didn't like that eye.
Hermione giggled. "Yeah, the whole ferret look wasn't exactly the right thing for you."
She was already running through the shelves as Draco jumped up and quickly began his chase.
"Take that back Granger." Draco whispered, loud enough for her to hear.
"Take what back?" She asked innocently, dodging a chair.
"You know exactly what!" Draco said in mock anger.
Hermione looked quickly behind her. It was a bad mistake, and she was not a Quidditch player, so she did not have the quick reflexes to dodge the next chair that crossed her path.
"Uumph!" Hermione fell and rolled over on her back, only to find Draco right on top of her the next instant.
Hermione's breaths were coming in short gasps as Draco's eyes searched hers.
"Just like in the movies," the thought flashed across Hermione's mind.
Their lips were a mere inch apart and Hermione could faintly feel his breath of hers.
"Hermione." Draco whispered and leaned in even closer, when the slam of the library door knocked them both out of the moment. Draco quickly got off of her as Pansy's all-too-annoying voice rang out in the silent library.
"Drakey-poo?" Pansy said, not trying to keep her voice down.
"Hermione, I'll talk to you later, okay?" Draco said softly, while Hermione nodded, dazed.
"Yes Pansy?" Draco's comforting voice faded off as he left the room, Pansy by his side.
Was it her imagination? Or did he almost kiss her. Hermione blushed a deep red. She had wanted that kiss.
Draco slammed his dorm-room door, cutting off Pansy's words. Why did she have to walk in? Right when he was about to kiss her. He'd been waiting to do that forever. And Pansy ruined it!
Draco sat on the side of his bed, his head in his hands. That was the perfect chance to prove to himself that this was no other crush. That it was different.
A knocking at the window brought him reluctantly out of his reverie. His eagle-like owl was at the window, with a letter in its beak. He opened his window, and the owl flew in, nipped his collar, and then headed back out, leaving the letter behind.
It was from his father.
"Hell, this is going to tell me when I'm getting the mark." Draco thought silently, wishing he could throw it away, then blame it on his owl.
Slowly, Draco opened it
Son,
Our Lord is rising steadily, and needing more Death-eaters at his side. He's expecting you to be there, and so I am. It will be at our Mansion next week. Become one of us, and let us unleash the power of darkness over all muggles, and the muggle-lovers.
Sincerely, Your Father.
Draco sighed. There was only of thing to do now, and he wasn't sure if he was brave enough. Telling Dumbledore could make everything better. But what if things went wrong, and Voldermort survived, then set his sights on killing him? Draco set the letter inside of his bedside table and lay down without even changing.
"If only there was some way to tell Hermione, without her getting disappointed." Draco ran different schemes through his mind. The longer he thought, the harder it became to come up with useful tactics. Finally, Draco fell asleep, with Hermione on his mind.
Hmm. Well, that's the second chapter. Hope I get more reviews! WoOhoO! It'll keep me pumped up! Thanks!