7th Year
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Author's Note : Okay.. I kinda want to finish my CHAPTER, soo.. ah.. Disclaimer of I own nothing you recognize from Harry Potter,.. um.. I DON'T KNOW! I can't come up with a big long Author's Note every time I write a chapter… Even if it is fun *grin* So, um, I'll just be writing my story then.. LOVE YOU, REVIEWER PEOPLES!! -byebye
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Ginny sat up in bed and clutched the supports on the sides of the bed to keep herself from falling back onto the warm, sleepy comfort of the pillows. With an incoherent mumble about having to wake up too early for any sane person, she shoved herself off the bed and wandered over to the dresser , pulling out a skirt matching the black of the school robes and a breezy lilac halter that would be nearly hidden by robes anyhow. She shrugged on a slim black silk jacket over it, just in case (Too bad if the Weasley's can't afford it. According to the descriptions, they shouldn't be able to afford a lot of things they have at home), and pulled the robes over in front so they billowed gently out behind her, the front held together by a small silver clasp with the symbol for Gryffindor marked on it with realistically glistening faux rubies. Her only dorm-mate Allécia was probably already at classes, studying up with one of the professors on something. There was a girl that actually deserved to be prefect. With a slight sigh, she paused for a moment, trying to remember what Hermione had said about some make-up spell of some sort. The one she had worked on her. "Al-ïo-nara?" She couldn't see for a few moments, and she thought something had gone wrong, but seconds later she saw her face in the mirror, and smiled, the doing up done. Her face was thinly concealed in a powder matching her skin tone, and a pale orchid rimmed her eyes all around; it was a simple look, but.. it was still good.
Finally gathering her books up in her arms, she twirled out of her room, with her luck running into Sherry. Well, at least the girl was up. "Um, sorry about that. How are you?"
The younger girl let out a huge sigh. "You're the prefect, right?" She seemed to answer herself in her head. "Yeah. I'm still a bit confused as to where all of the classes are, and.. I think I might need a bit of help. Do you know of anyone who'll actually tell me the right way to get to my classes?"
"Nearly Headless Nick, and all of the prefects, apart from Slytherin.." The first year had to know that by now. "And.. Avoid Peeves. You're lucky though; you won't have to put up with Fred and George's pranks this year. Even if they were a bit fun.." Ginny trailed off, recalling the last prank they had played on her, then snapped back. "Anyhow, just try not to get into any trouble, and.. All of the teachers will let you off with being late once or twice early on without too much of a deal about it, so that you can get used to finding them. Sorry I wasn't much help." There really wasn't anything she knew apart from the general knowledge everyone else did, but Sherry seemed to find it helpful.
"No-! Thank you, really. I don't know what to do in this big.. castle. It's just.. Oh well. I'll find my way around, same as everyone else. Thank you, Ginny, is it?" Receiving a nod, she scurried off down the stairs to where the halls were. Hopefully she would make her way to classes relatively on time. She seemed nice.
Which reminded her; she had classes too, though not quite that early, and after breakfast. Clutching her books tighter, she wandered down to the commonroom and rested back in one of the comfier chairs as a result of her relatively early rising. Okay, so it was only 10 minutes until they would all have to rush down to the great hall, but that was still early for some. 'Not so for others,' she thought lightly as she watched the Quidditch team stumble into the room one after another, joking about this and that that had happened in practice. Seamus looked over at her smiling face.
"Ginny!" She looked up and caught his eye lightly. "You should come watch us sometime. You know, see how we get all perfect for the game."
Harry raised his eyebrows at Seamus. "No, see how you get 'all perfect' for the games. We've already finished that after the first practice, the rest is all for you, buddy," he finished, clapping his hand on the boy's back.
"Aw, be quiet, Harry, can't you see Seamus is flirting with the poor girl?" chimed in another player- the new chaser.
Seamus blushed slightly and shook his head. "And can't you see I'm doing this for your sake, Leon? Maybe with some spectators you can get over that shaking broom thing you get every game that's somewhat lacking in practice."
"That's the way to make her feel good," muttered another player sarcastically, covered with dirt- probably from falling off the broom from one too many bludgers.
Ginny smiled, looking over the well-trained team. "I'll come," she complied, smiling, "for all of your sake. Now go get changed before classes, or Filch'll have you for muddying up the halls." They did so, but Seamus didn't before speaking with her.
"I thought you might want to. To see how a normal practice goes? I think I trained you a bit too hard, last time, so don't go hard on me when you see the rest of us.. not quite doing that." He smiled lightly as she acquired an amused expression.
"I would've come anyhow. But thanks." She smiled warmly as he paused. "Go," she said when he didn't move, still squatting beside the chair she was in so his face was level with hers. "What did I say-? Go get changed." He hesitated another moment before nodding, turning up to one of the winding stairways to make it to his room to prepare for the first school day. Hopefully it wouldn't be a bad one.
Hermione gathered her stuff in her room, trying to find a way to make all of the things she needed for classes fit in her arms. Glancing up at the door to the commonroom as she heard the knocking, she shook her head. He had done that only a minute ago upon deciding that right before classes was the best time to kiss her rather forcefully.
"Hermione?" She smiled and backed over to her suitcase to grab a few of her other books. "Granger."
Pursing her lips slighlty, she turned to the door and waved her wand, muttering the password as a thin sparkle of light escaped the end of the wand and circled the door for it to ease open. From her position kneeling on the floor trying to make everything fit, she looked up at him entering her room. "Yes? And Draco," she continued, for his own clarification, "no."
He sighed slightly with a frown and mumbled something before looking down at her, pulling her up from her efforts. "Granger. Relax. There's this thing called time between classes that gives you ten minutes to go back to your dorm before your next class." Draco placed a hand under her head to cup her chin and tilt her head up to kiss him.
"Draco.. Not right now. Not while I'm trying to get ready. Please." She pulled back with a sigh as he frowned slightly. "I want to do as good as I did last year. This is our last year here. It's.. too important for me to mess up. With anything."
"Alright, Granger. I'll let you back out this time. But if you don't want to then don't let me in. I might get forceful." He smiled his old smile, the snide, all-knowing one, and left the room, shutting the door behind him as he strutted across the commonroom to his own.
Returning to her task at hand, Hermione finally arranged the books in her arms and exited the room, looking along one of the halls for a familiar face. "Harry!"
Harry looked up from his leisurely walk along the hallways to face Hermione; he had forgotten her dorm wasn't in the same area as the other girls. "'Mione. I had thought you'd already be to class or something. Isn't this year the 'most important year of our juvenile life'?"
"She said that?" He frowned as Malfoy walked out of the door only a bit along the hallway. "I didn't know you were so sentimental, Granger."
"You don't know a lot of things, Malfoy," Hermione responded airily, but for whatever reason it lacked the proper indignant quality and anger, as his expression after her own insult didn't quite become insulted. "So, Harry, I've got schedules planned out and everything- first we've got double Herbology with the Hufflepuffs, then Charms right after. After that double Potions with Slytherins, and.. then I have a few things you don't." She paused for a moment. That was because she, unlike several fellow students, had opted to take more classes than necessary to get through.
"And before all of that, we have breakfast, Hermione," he reminded, noting the large cluster of books in her arms. "There is such a thing as time between classes."
She pursed her lips tightly, almost frowning at him. "So I've been told. But that's not the point. I don't want to miss a moment of classes. I might miss something important."
"'Mione.." Harry shook his head as he patted her back gently. She withdrew, slightly, then shook her head as she shifted in place. "Well, Ron said he'd be coming around to breakfast a few minutes late, so we have some time to spend doing other things." He shrugged, not meaning what others might think it implied.
Hermione sighed. "Alright. Ginny's going to be around my dorm in a few minutes, so can we just wait here for a few minutes?.. Oh, Ginny!"
"Hey, Harry, Hermione." Ginny quickly walked down the hall to give Hermione a half hug, shrugging apologetically to Harry. He didn't mind; Hermione probably needed it a tad bit more. "Okay, so, ready for the first day? Of actual school, that is."
Harry looked at her quizzically. Was anyone actually ready for any school day? Aside from Hermione. Ginny shoved him and looked down the hallway as though trying to see if someone was there. "Trying to find anyone in particular?"
Ginny shook her head. "Isn't Malfoy supposed to have the room next to yours, 'Mione?" She frowned, nodding. "Ugh. I feel so bad for you. It must be a living nightmare, having to share the commonroom and balcony. Can you even go into the commonroom without seeing him?" She shook her head slightly. "I cannot imagine that.. But, enough about everything bad about this school year, right? Seamus is letting me watch you guys practice, isn't he, Harry? I can, right?"
"Of course." And it would be good for Leon. He really was good, apart from a slight quivering that knocked his scoring askew in front of people. "And if you want, you could probably play a bit with us. We'd go easy on you, obviously."
"Harry!" She shoved him as Hermione grinned, then crossed her arms as she noticed. "That was nice of you, Mr. I Was The Best Seeker For a Forever and a Half."
"Just letting you know, so you don't think you're good, or anything." He was, of course, teasing, but she didn't feel like protesting further .
Ron shifted on the bench in lunch, picking at his food. He was never hungry on the first day. "So what's the basic strategy for the first game, Harry? Count on all of the other teams to be a good deal worse than us? Seeing as we can't very well have a basic idea of their strength and weaknesses, etcetera, quite yet."
"For now, Ron. Any idea where Hermione went?"
He shook his head. Harry was always protective, but only Hermione he would ask about. "No, for the fiftieth time. Why? Going to stalk her, are you? That's hard to do, considering you're only near her 24-7."
"Ron." Harry raised his eyebrows and Ron laughed, shaking his head amusedly. "It's not like-
"-you like her, right?" Ron sighed, still chuckling. "It's not like you like her.. That's a good one, Harry. Really." He frowned as Harry's face actually became confused. "Or not. You do act like it though. Sometimes."
"Ron, don't make a big deal out of nothing. I was just wondering where she went."
"For the fiftieth time you were wondering where she went. But whatever, because now I want to know. You're contagious, Harry."
Hermione felt her hands clutch broad shoulders under sheer cloth, her body warmed by that of Draco as she was pressed against the wall of the commonroom in a rough kiss. "Malfoy-" She shivered as he traced his hand along her back, deepening his kiss in response to her protest. "I don't-"
"Granger." He pulled his face away gently and trailed his lips in damp, soft kisses along her collar and her body quivered lightly. "You don't what?" he murmured as he allowed his mouth to rim the bare skin of her shoulder, his lips velvet against the soft flesh.
"What if.." She tried to remember what her argument had been, but her mind went blank as he moved his head up to nibble her ear tenderly, a strange, sweet sensation. She felt his lips turn up gently in an amused smile.
"No words, Hermione. Twenty minutes until classes and we'll be done." With that he pressed her against him with the one arm he had wrapped around her, the other caressing her cheek gently, keeping her facing him. Using one hand, he tilted her head up to fully kiss him, his mouth playing around her lips before connecting, leaving her lips tingling, fresh and raw. He rubbed a path along her spine up and down in slow, meticulous patterns of massage as he deepened his kisses, more insistent and longing as his tongue brushed out of his mouth to trail across her lips. They opened hesitantly and he nibbled her lower hip for a moment before running his tongue along it once more before slithering it inside, her stomach fluttering with each movement.
They parted for a moment, initiated by a flushed Hermione. Draco's breathing was normal- silent and slow, and so, as far as she could tell, was his heart rate; her heart had speeded to a swift, longing pulsating as she breathed in flustered pants. She hadn't done as much with anyone else, nor did she think she would, especially with him. She felt another smile of understanding on her cheek as he kissed it in a soft caressing of lips. If he hadn't told her not to speak then she might have said something along the lines of how utterly amazing he was. But she was to be silent. She smiled and turned her head to meet his lips before tilting it up so as not to strain his neck, his body towering over her at over 6 feet tall.
"Hermione?" A faint voice could be heard through the walls to the entrance door of her room, along with a quiet knocking, muffled by the walls.
"Is she in there?" a second voice queried. Harry and Ron. Hermione looked up at Draco, who had removed his mouth from her parted lips, her eyes a questioning soft brown.
He shook his head in disgust. "You can go. I don't care."
She hesitated for a moment, still secure in his embrace as she felt herself reclaim herself from where she had lost it in his own. Casting her gaze down ashamedly, she lightly rushed for the door to her room from the commonroom, then to the entrance, Draco's arm moving easily to her gentle push when she had left. Sighing, she opened the door, putting on what she hoped was a normal face. "Harry? Ron? What is it?"
The two glanced at the other, then shook their heads. "Why didn't you come to lunch? You can't be studying already." Ron shook his head with a grin as she attempted to look guilty. "'Mione.. I didn't think you were that dedicated to school. But.. Okay, I hate to tell you this, but unless you eat, you're not going to be as.. umm.. open to new knowledge as you would be if you did."
She smiled lightly, still half lost in the memory. "Ron.. So you're not completely without a mind.. open to knowledge." Harry chuckled and Ron shoved him in the hallway. "I'll come, just give me a moment to get my stuff, okay? I told you, I don't want to miss a bit of classes." Going back into the room, she rummaged for the books in her suitcase, glancing back at the open door to the commonroom to Ron and Harry.
"Nice room, 'Mione. Why don't we get our own rooms."
"Harry, there's this thing called doing well in school. You study, do your homework on your own, and that sort of thing. Then the little student becomes Head such-and-such and gets his or her own room. Ginny's a prefect, she'll probably get one next year if she keeps her grades up."
"Well, too late for either of us now, Ron. So, just, come on to lunch already. The two of us cut ours short to get you."
"I'm so appreciative of how much you care," she remarked sarcastically as the two edged toward the door to get back to the Great Hall, and heaved the books up while the two hesitated in the doorway before she walked over to the commonroom entrance for a moment, trying to see if Draco was still there before shutting it wistfully and following the two to the lunch tables.
Ginny's eyes flicked from one player to the other as the balls swished through the air with demanding force, Seamus very nearly getting hit by the Bludger several times. He was going to make her worry if he didn't stop. Which was uncommonly strange. Her. Worry. Not quite possible in most cases, but-! "Seamus! Pay attention, will you?"
"I am, aren't I?" he teased, dangling haphazardly from the broomstick as he swerved to avoid the Bludger whose path he had flown onto.
"Finnigan! Stop fooling around!" Harry sighed; Seamus was in one of his moods- if they held two practices in one day, the second would be absolutely horrifying with Seamus purposely making everyone worry about him, getting in the way of the Bludger and things like that. "Nevermind. Ginny, did you bring your broom?" He glanced over at his teammates, who were looking at him questioningly. "I told her she could practice with us for a bit, if she wanted. Besides," he added in an undertone, "I don't think we'll get anything done with Seamus. Just make sure she doesn't get hurt, or Ron'll kill me."
They nodded and Ginny flew delicately into the air, slender and petite compared to the boy she was hovering beside. "So, what are we going to be doing exactly?"
Harry grinned. They didn't have an opportunity to do this often. "Scrimmage. Seamus'll be on your team. Seamus! Call your team. Ginny's an automatic."
Shaking his head, Seamus hesitated, then chose, until each team had a seeker, beater, chaser, and a keeper; although it was terribly messed up for their skills, it worked now that they had an even number. "Alright then team. Now that we're against Harry's team we should have no problem. No, I mean it. Really." There were a few slight chuckles. "Okay, I'll be keeper, Gavin, I'd appreciate it if you were seeker, even if your not quite the best trained for it, Ginny's going to be chaser, so you're beater, Lane. Alright then, let's go."
Ginny gently hovered over to the side of the field where the other chaser was, ready to catch the ball when it was thrown from whoever had it. "C'mon already," she muttered to herself when whoever had the ball hesitated. She was going to start shaking like Leon if this kept up. And suddenly the ball was in her palm and she felt herself automatically navigate past the other chaser attempting to steal the ball, tossing it high into the air and swerving harshly up to make the shot from her favorite aerial height, just below far above the hoop, so the keeper would have to look up to prevent it. And when was it easy to try and prevent a shot coming from a direction where you can barely direct yourself? The ball dropped majestically in and she popped back down in minor bursts as she kept an eye on it, going from the keeper's retrieving hands to the chaser's adept ones.
"Potter!" Filch's voice shuddered in each of the student's ears, and Ginny tried to float inconspicuously, so as not to draw attention to herself. "Get off the field! I've got to inspect it and make sure you weren't up to any funny business before your training. I said get off!"
Raising his eyebrows, he and the rest of the team complied, Ginny trailing beside Seamus. "Does this happen all the time?"
"Yeah," he muttered. "One time as a prank Malfoy cast some sort of enchantment on this place while we were practicing that would help us, then he sent Filch down here to 'investigate'. He figured that we had cast it, so now he's always coming around and searching the field for anything we can be expelled for. He hasn't found anything since, because we weren't the ones who did it." He cast a glare at the groundskeeper and continued along until they bumped against the ground and got off, then walked dolefully back to the castle to the commonroom. "So Harry, what do we do now? Practice wasn't supposed to end 'til another hour, and I don't feel like doing my homework. Can you believe they gave us homework so early in the year? I mean-"
"I'm sure 'Mione is ecstatic," Ron commented wryly as he sat down into a chair of the commonroom. Ginny smiled, shaking her head, and Ron glanced up at her. "Don't shake your head at me! Hermione said that you were a regular old.. well, her!"
"Be quiet, Ron. I'm sure you wouldn't be complaining if you had your own room right about now."
"And I would be if I had to share a commonroom with Malfoy. I wouldn't, of course, be able to, but Hermione is another matter entirely. Harry, has she even complained yet?"
"I think she's trying to keep it in. And be quiet, I'm trying to figure out some type of strategy for the first game, if this is all we have." Harry returned to the clipboard that had just appeared moments before, appearing to concentrate rather well, for who he was.
With a sigh at the lack of things to do, other than homework, as Ron had said, Ginny glanced over at Seamus, who was also sitting, staring blankly at the fireplace. "Is this how most of your practices turn out?" she asked quietly, as to not make the rest of the team feel they had to respond.
"Not all of them. Some, if they're late in the afternoon. I don't know what he suspects us of doing; if it was me who had found the enchantment I would've suspected Malfoy right away." He shook his head and frowned. "But we're getting all of the training in the morning, and that just doesn't work for me. I'm incapable of getting up that early."
With an understanding smile, Ginny tried to look past his now amused eyes, hazel exterior before dark midnight pools. "So.. What do we do now?" She frowned playfully as he shook his head. "Don't make me resort to homework."
With that he swerved to face her sharply. "I'm that dull? Please don't tell me I've sunk that low." He continued the second he detected a trace of an amused nodding. "Well. Not too much we can do, now that I think of it. For now, at any rate. Ahh, hmm. And Ginny, you were magnificent. Even if you didn't get to play any longer."
She blushed lightly as she glanced up at him from the floor where her eyes had fallen astray. "Thanks, Seamus. Really. Besides, I should be, shouldn't I? You trained me."
"And I have no knowledge of how to be a chaser. Properly, that is. I've just been learning from.. I don't know. Initially, it's sadto say, I learned from paying attention to Hermione's lectures. That took a lot out of me," he added, smiling. "But you're better. You have natural talent. We really should be adding you already. It's been three years." He paused to contemplate that. "Why haven't you asked to join yet?"
"I don't quite think I'm good enough, Seamus, for an actual game. Against anyone." She shifted in the seat that she had plopped down into, peering up at Seamus, who was sitting on the table right before the chair.
"Ginny." His eyes held her captivated like a cat with its prey, pools of black velvet overcoming the pale hazel for a swirling intensely gentle combination. "You were magnificent. You are magnificent. If we didn't choose to add you we'd all have to be crazy. And I'm not just saying that because I trained you- if that were the case.. well, you know how I feel about my training ability. It's you, Ginny. You're good. Really."
With a small sigh, she nodded reluctantly, resisting whatever it was in his eyes that were drawing him to her. "Don't.. flatter me, Seamus. I don't deserve it, compared to you."
"Will the two of you be QUIET?" Ron's exasperated voice finally called out, halfway across the room. "You sound like a pair of mushy, flattering lovebirds that can't shut up. No offense to you, Seamus, but the two of you do, with all that fluff."
"And so all the offensive quality of that statement goes to me?" Ginny asked incredulously, almost grateful to be out of the nearly uncomfortable situation.
"Yes, well.. Not to anyone, really," Ron improvised. "To fluff everywhere. How's that?"
"That's perfectly acceptable." With a last glance at Seamus, who was still trying to catch her eye, she smiled slightly and shook her head, moving to stand. "I'm going to go be Hermione then; sorry, Ron, but a room to myself is rather enticing. Sorry, really. See you all, then." Not turning to look back at Seamus shaking his head, she moved to go up to her shared room, where her homework assignments lay, waiting to be finished.
Hermione lay on her bed, just thinking. Her homework was finished, and she had re-read all of her books to the point where even letters made no sense anymore. And in addition, she now had no social life. With no commonroom to share with the rest of her house, she had nothing left to do. 'You can go see Draco,' a voice inside nagged. 'he's only two rooms away.' If not one. With a resolute sigh, she got up and out of the soft bed. What use was it anyhow? A repeat of what had happened before lunch wouldn't be bad, if gone uninterrupted by Ron and Harry, but it wouldn't necessarily be good either. Grabbing a thick book on various difficult spells, Hermione sprung open the door to the commonroom and pulled herself onto one of the couches, spreading out in a comfortable position before she actually became interested in the book.
"Planning on finishing that anytime soon?" Draco's sharp, chilly voice soon interrupted her reading, and she glanced up from her laying position to what seemed a very tall Draco Malfoy.
Squirming, she sat up, nodding at the other end of the couch for him to sit down. "I am, as a matter-in-fact." She paused. That was rather lame. "Why?"
"A bit too long, if you ask me. Better things you could do with your time." His voice seemed to imply exactly what as she nearly felt psychic threads coming from his mind to pull her toward him.
"Such as?" He smirked immediately after she asked; it was such a ridiculous question. He made no move to bother explaining the reasoning behind his statement, only one that transferred him from the side of the couch he had been on almost suddenly to that which she was sitting, her body suddenly burdened with part of Draco's weight as he leaned on her heavily.
"This, Granger." Tipping his head down, he brushed his lips against hers, pulling her book out from beneath him and setting it on the floor, then returning to fully kissing her. She couldn't very well pull away now, with her underneath, and so she simply returned them, not unwillingly. She felt his body shift slightly above her, and his mouth's caresses moved from her own pliable lips to the bare skin above the upper hem of her shirt, trailing sensuous kisses along her collarbone and nipping playfully at the nape of her neck as his hands trailed along her sides, given no reason to stop as her body moved lightly against his, encouraging, though her mind wavered. He was never one to question, however he pushed himself off her for her own sake, his body hovering over hers, held up by two powerful arms that kept his upper body above hers. "Why no hesitation, Granger?" His eyes rolled back as she shifted underneath him, her body just barely making contact with his.
"You won't do anything I don't want you to. You're even asking me for a reason why I continue, rather than why not." She smiled with understanding as his face remained expressionless, and slid her hands up his well-built chest up to broad shoulders, fingers tugging gently down for him to resume. He wasn't her last resort as something to do, and it felt so right. Even if her mind didn't completely agree with her actions; she needed to ignore it once and a while, didn't she?
Almost with a sigh Draco moved back onto her, continuing what promised to be a rather long.. kiss
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Harry stumbled out of his room dressed for the school day, still tired from doing his homework late the last night, only to find his mind interrupted by thoughts of.. everything. Sighing roughly, he walked rather clumsily down the whirling stairs and wandered over to the password protected door to Hermione's room, where he knocked only half-asleep, wiping the last traces of slumber from his eyes as she opened the door, a bit flushed. "Good morning, 'Mione."
She almost appeared to sigh. "Morning, Harry. Mind if I just get my stuff? I don't see how you ever made it to class on time getting your books after breakfast."
"Sure." He leaned against the wall, nodding up at Seamus, who was approaching him rapidly. "Hey. What's the rush?"
The chaser shook his head. "Have you seen Ginny? There really is something important that I have to tell her."
"Ron was right; the two of you do act like a fluffy couple." Harry chuckled as Seamus frowned in an exasperated manner. "Just noting. She'll come by here in a few minutes or so. Are you sure Ron's perception wasn't the least bit correct?" It would be sweet, to say the least.
"Yes, Harry, I'm quite sure. Ah, Ginny!" Seamus quickly hurried over to where Ginny was just entering in the hallway, steering her off in the direction of the Great Hall so that he could eat sooner. It wouldn't help him that much, but whatever worked for him was.. fine, he supposed.
"Okay, Harry?" Hermione's head, then body slipped out of the door, and she quickly settled herself in a standing position wearing the unstable stilettos she had worn when first returning to Hogwarts. "We can go now," she said when he continued to lean against the wall, staring at nothing in particular.
"Oh, sorry." Getting off it, he glanced down the hallway for Ron and then began walking with Hermione towards the Great Hall. "You know, Ginny's quite good at Quidditch. She came to practice with our team yesterday, just for fun, and she has about all the skill that Seamus has." Hermione raised her eyebrows, though not disbelieving. "Well, almost that good; Seamus really is quite.. I don't know. I'd hate to say good again and be yelled at for using the same adjective three times."
"It's not like I can do anything about it." He had been joking, but she actually was bothered by it- two was the maximum for Harry and Ron before she started lecturing them on the importance of such and such, blah blah, etcetera. "Anyhow, -" She stopped herself, and never continued; Harry didn't ask.
"So how is living with Malfoy?" His tone implied that he already figured it was horrible, as it must be.
"It's not as bad as all of you depict it to be. I don't have to go into the commonroom, and I don't have to go out on the balcony. I can really avoid seeing him altogether."
"Well, at least you're not suffering, I suppose." How could living with a Malfoy not be as horrible as anything they might mention? Granted it wasn't quite living with him, but still. "So, how long is your Charms essay so far?" He hated to hear the answer.
"It's done; I've had the three feet, but then I found this interesting topic on the history of an aspect of it, and I had to add it." She smiled sheepishly. "With two feet."
"'Mione!" Harry covered his face, laughing. She was far too immersed with schoolwork. "Come down to the Gryffindor commonroom sometime; your old friends miss you." He smiled as she blushed, but that could just be flushing from having to lug her books everywhere without needing to. "The password's Pixie Dust, so just come by or something. And don't bring your books. I might have to take them from you, and then what would you do? Your back might live through this year, it'd be so awful."
"I so appreciate your concern," she said rather dryly, and he put his arm around her, shaking his head as he tapped his hand on her shoulder.
"Why thank you. I think I'm rather brotherly myself, don't you?" He smiled as she had a turn to shake her head amusedly, and they turned into the Great Hall, Harry freeing her so they could sit, and so Hermione could set her books down.
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Heey, I'm finally done! You'd all better appreciate this (just joking, just joking, pleeeeeeeeease REVIEW!!!). ah, well, I haven't felt much like writing ending things lately.. I don't know.. Review or something. Pretend I begged you to the point that you had to or something, 'cuz I need to sleep. Remember, the more reviews I get, … well, that's it. The more reviews I get. Hmm. Reviews are nice *hint hint*. Kay? So, tell me what you think, give me your ideas, your predictions, whatever floats your boat. Alrighty, well, I reeeally have to sleep now. It's a bit after midnight, so I'll just post later. Like in the morning or something.
-and aaaaaaaaaugh! That's so BORING!!!! It's so long and.. with no content! I'm trying to get Hermione and Draco's 'relationship' to be somewhat more stable, but in Draco's case that might take a few years, so.. I don't know what to do. Someone help me, or I'll never be able to get on to the next boring section of my story. And that'd just be so horrible…
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REVIEWER PEOPLE THIS TIME AROUND ARE….
az- hmm. Yes. You are so perceptive. Haha..ha. m-hm, and THANK YOU!! I wasn't sure if I had one or not.. yes, yes, and I'm working on getting Ron and Harry and all of those cool people in. I'm trying to write a long chapter (notice how it's not working, due to the long time it took me to update this time), and.. I'm not sure if they'll run into the two of them quite yet.. I'll think about it, but I have my prettyful storyline all written out now.. Well, most of it.. bwahahahaha. And thanks!
DracoMalfoy- oooh, it worked. Hahaha. Oh well.. umm.. soo, you don't like fluff I'm guessing? Well what'm I supposed to do then? I'm only 13 for cryin' out loud! But you can tell me, *smile* 'cuz I need serious help with this.
Kelpiemonkey- hello again! You probably didn't remember me 'cuz you wrote the first e-mail a reeeeeeeeeally long time ago, and I only just responded. But thanks for keeping up with my story! And you're a good writer with awesome stories too! You just need to UPDATE!!! *grr* and I like the Ginny liking Quidditch too. I think it's cute. THANK YOU!!
FreakyFriesII- I DO TOO NEED HELP!! But I notice you only reviewed my first chapter.. why? However, you still get a bit THANK YOU from me too. ooh, quick not to DracoMalfoy while I'm down here, um, THANK YOU! hehe.
klh2003- oooh, thank you! I feel so special. (no capitals 'cuz lowercase makes it sweeter) And.. maybe as a side job, for all you lovely peoples *smile* but then again, maybe not.
Black Robed One- oh, well, I needed to update anyway. And besides, I look forward to all of my reviews. I mean, I already have 20 something. (trust me, that's a lot, for me, even if other people are getting stuff in the 400's). And thanks; I don't tend to think I'm all that original though.. And I can get that it's not quite the best fic you've ever read; if that was the case I'd probably be.. I don't know. Someone else who can write with a bit more accuracy. I'm still trying to find the two little side books on Quidditch and Magical Beasts so that I can fill the blanks of my story in. But anyhow. I LOVE YOUR REVIEWS!!! I LOVE THEM TO DEATH THEY'RE SO GORGEOUSLY LONG. *cough* and I think Draco and Ginny are 'cute' too. It's just I read this one story with Ginny and Seamus, and it's seemed almost perfect. ("Mistaken Identity", with like, 21809283019823 reviews. I don't think the writer knows I exist.) But… [halt. Tell me I didn't just give away my next pairing.] I'm trying to write a story for each of the couples, but it's not quite working the way I planned. *grr, evil homework. away* But, I'll try to update with this soon (hah, I'm talking to myself now, how sad is that? Seeing as I must have updated if you're reading this) and.. well, okay. This chapter came hard for me 'cuz I didn't feel like writing. Can you tell?
…and.. I FORGOT ABOUT VOLDEMORT! Isn't that sad? I don't know what I'll do about that, 'cuz I already have my storyline all plotted out and everything *grins evilly*.. And don't worry, someone will suffer from love… just… not telling who.. maybe everyone. I just need to make Draco and Hermione's 'relationship' a bit more stable and.. oh boy do I need to rewrite it though. (my storyline) Because I really need to incorporate Voldemort, or at least Lucius. I was gonna add him, but not quite sure where.. not, I have room.. okay. Ideas taken into consideration (that means I'll be using them sometime soon, or whenever is appropriate). And sorry about writing Dark Robed One instead of Black… I wrote the ending thing for it a whiiiiile after, and.. it was, like, early in the morning when I updated. I was tired. Okay? I'll re-load it and fix that, so.. Okay.. I've gotta go, before my response is longer than my fic. I LOVE LONG REVIEWS!! (and go Dungeon Masters! Just don't kill me, and I'll be fine. Haahaahaa, get it!!.. ha…)
the-fly-screen- ookies, thanks!!! *squeals in happiness* I'm on four peoples favorites list, and you're one of them now!!! *grinning* I haven't put anyone on my favorites list quite yet. I've been forgetting and forgetting, and then I forget, soo… NO ONE YELL AT ME *smile* and no need to take me seriously 'bout death threats and whatnot; I'm in eight grade and am a mere 13 year old, therefore I kid. A lot. Kay? But when I say review I m,ean it. And you did, so YAAAAAY.. *cough* Just gonna.. stop replying now.. thanks. *smile, -byebye* [I'm inspiring :) ]