Subconsciously
Note: it's been my style to put the thoughts of my characters in slashes (e.g. /I love this place/ Harry thought.) ..gets?
Disclaimer: original content is mine; everything else is J.K.'s.. ENJOY!
Chapter 1: The Incident
/Gotta get home now.. I have to finish reading this../
The girl thought as she looked at the thick, black book she held. She was gliding really fast but her speed didn't satisfy her. She wanted to fly home, if that was possible. It was summer and she was in muggle territory. It was obviously not possible.
/This whole magic thing is hard work.. I have to be both a muggle and a witch.. It is a good thing I'm good at being both../
She looked up, smiling at the clear blue sky, thinking about her boyfriend.. then..
CRASH!
/I shouldn't have worn these disgusting blades.. stupid, stupid me!/
"Get off me!" An irritated voice shouted.
"I'm sorry. You ok? I didn't mean to.." The girl stopped in mid-sentence when she found out just who owned the irritated voice.
"What are you doing here?" /I didn't expect him here.. Malfoy was.. is../
"Look, Granger.. I have this thing.. so mind your own business!"
"I was, until you blocked my way!"
"Blocked your way? You have no way! There is only my way - and you crashed into it!"
"Uhh.. I'm going!" /He is impossible!/
"Yah! You do that!" /She is impossible!/
Hermione skated away fast. She didn't want to talk to him. /Malfoy is a stuck up, egotistical slimeball who has nothing better to do than to drain the happiness out of every human being on earth!/
Malfoy started to walk away. /Granger.. everyone thinks she's oh so smart. Hah! She's just a big-headed know it all who has nothing better to do than to drain the happiness out of every human being on earth!/
Then Malfoy suddenly remembered something, "Uhh.. Granger wait a minute!" He tried to catch up with her. She was fast in those blades.
"What do you want?" She stared at him blankly. It was only then that she noticed that he was wearing muggle clothes. He was wearing all black, a complete contrast to his pale skin and blonde hair. He was fidgeting a silver chain that ran from his belt to his pocket. /His black jacket is a little bit too big for him, but it suits him. He actually looks half decent./
Malfoy took off his shades. He surveyed Hermione. She was wearing a light pink halter with cream shorts. Black safety gear covered her elbows and knees. /She doesn't look that bad. She actually looks half decent./ He tucked his glasses in his pocket then hastily said, "I have to get this gift, see. It's for my mother. She likes collecting muggle stuff and all."
"So, why should I care?"
"Since, you're you know, uhh.. well-oriented with the sort of things women like and you know this place pretty well.."
"Get to the point!" She clutched her black book impatiently.
"Would you he.. hel.. help me find the perfect gift for my mum?" /This was such a stupid idea. Hello? Granger, Ms.smarty-pants hates me! This was not worth the embarrassment!/
Hermione looked in his eyes. /Is he crazy? He hates me! Is he this dumb guy just asking favors from people he hates? What does he take me for?/ "Why should I help you?"
"I don't know! Just help me." Malfoy was looking really nervous. He fixed his unscathed hair. "C'mon Granger. When you really really really need my help, I'd do it."
She didn't know what to say. /Is this guy for real? He's umm.. begging?/ She wanted to say no, but somehow her mouth said "Fine."
They entered the mall. Lots of people were shopping. Hermione suddenly looked at Malfoy. She realized what she just agreed to. Hermione stopped before they entered a bookstore. "Rule number one: stay at least two feet away from me. Rule number two: if you see anyone acquainted with you or me, hide. Rule number three: Get this over with quickly because I find the prospect of shopping with you totally unbearable!"
"Whatever!" Malfoy rolled his eyes. "Let's just go." Then he moved to stay three feet away from her.
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/Why the heck did I ask for her help?/ Malfoy stared at all the perfumes Hermione collected for him to smell. /This is just unworkable!/
/He is so not cooperating! I cannot do everything by myself! This is for his mother! He should at least know what she'd like out of all these!/ She handed him another bottle of perfume.
"Uhh.. that reeks!" Malfoy made a funny face. "Can we just try another thing?"
"Uggh! We probably searched the entire mall already!" Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Aha! You said probably! Which means we haven't definitely searched the entire mall!" Malfoy smirked. He was pleased with himself.
"Do you have to hang on to my every word? You've been doing that for the past 2 hours!"
"For your information, I've been doing that for 2 hours and 14 minutes." He laughed. A half-sinister, half-joyful laugh.
"I give up!" Hermione said as Malfoy sniffed another bottle. He made a disgusted face. "Granger, are you gonna help or not?"
"Shut up! You were the one who wanted me to come!" She pulled Malfoy from the chair and dragged him to the jewelry store. /This is the last place, if he doesn't find anything, I'm going!/
Hermione stopped at the window of the store. She stared at the beautiful necklace on display. She was enchanted! It had a thin silver chain and its pendant had a brilliant sapphire. "It's perfect!" She whispered.
Malfoy looked at Hermione, then at the necklace. /Hmph! Girls and their obsessions! Too bad her boyfriend couldn't afford it!/ "Well, c'mon! I see a thing that would do for my mum! Stop staring at that useless thing."
Hermione wanted to tell him it wasn't useless. But she just let it pass. She remained quiet the whole time. When Malfoy finally picked something, he called Hermione: "Hey! How do these paper things work? I cannot understand the.." Hermione took the bill from Malfoy, paid for the ring and gave him the change. "Well, I hope your mom likes her gift," she said blankly.
As she turned to leave, Draco said, "What do you people eat here?"
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Malfoy was not accustomed to what the muggles call 'fast food'. He spent his entire life surrounded by magic stuff, and 'for-the-rich' cuisine. "I guess this stuff will have to do."
"Yeah. Sure. Your dad never let you try fast-food?" Hermione was munching her own fries. /He's obviously enjoying it but he won't admit it!/
"Father doesn't want me associating with people like these. I don't really see the harm in them. Sometimes he can be so stubborn."
"Why are you here then?"
"I told you, I have to buy a present for my mum."
"Oh.. so your muggle-hating dad allowed to come here?"
"Not exactly." He wanted to avoid the next question Hermione was going to ask. So he said, "Hmm.. Magic at its Darkest by Vera Fiddle. I read that book. What part are you in already?"
"You read?" She asked sarcastically.
"Yeah, mudblood!" Draco looked at Hermione. Her eyes became stern and angry. He took a quick bite from his burger and said, "I read when I want to and what I want to. And that book happens to be the guide of the dark wizards during you-know-who's time."
Hermione was fuming. /He dares insult me after I help him?/ Hermione looked at her black book. Then she looked at him. "His name is Voldemort, if you please. Are you scared of mentioning his name or something? Voldemort, Voldemort, Voldemort!"
Hermione smirked when she saw Malfoy cringe at the mention of Voldemort's name. /He can call names but can't say the real name. How pathetic./
"What are you doing with that thing anyway?" Malfoy asked, interrupting Hermione's thoughts.
"It's my business, not yours." She replied in an uninterested tone.
"Fine! Do what you like!" /You are probably a dark wizard plotting to murder me./
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Malfoy and Hermione bought ice cream on their way out of the mall. Malfoy was getting used to paying with muggle money. Both of them stopped when they reached the exit.
Hermione looked at Draco. He seemed contented with his chocolate cone. Draco grinned at her.
"Well, I better get going now." Hermione said as she put her blades on.
"It would be good if you didn't mention this to anyone." Draco told Hermione.
"Why should I? I'm not stupid! No one would believe me! Hah! You and I, go shopping.. Perish the thought!" Hermione said, laughingly.
"Yeah. I spent the afternoon with a mudblood. My father would blow up when he finds out." Draco said as he finished his cone.
"Again with the mudblood! Could you just quit that?" Hermione asked irritably.
"Uhh.. no." Draco said wincing.
"Whatever. I'm going!" she said as she glided toward her home. /That wasn't so bad. He actually was more bearable than I expected./
/She wasn't all that bad. I guess, she was far too patient with me./ He then shouted after her, "Granger! Don't look up! You might bump into someone good-looking!"
Then she did something that surprised him. She turned around and smiled. Her eyes were in disbelief but her smile was genuine.
He smiled back and waved. /Why did I just do that?/ Malfoy asked himself.
/Why did I just do that?/ Hermione asked herself.
I'll put chapter 2 up if my public wants it ;) review me!
Note: it's been my style to put the thoughts of my characters in slashes (e.g. /I love this place/ Harry thought.) ..gets?
Disclaimer: original content is mine; everything else is J.K.'s.. ENJOY!
Chapter 1: The Incident
/Gotta get home now.. I have to finish reading this../
The girl thought as she looked at the thick, black book she held. She was gliding really fast but her speed didn't satisfy her. She wanted to fly home, if that was possible. It was summer and she was in muggle territory. It was obviously not possible.
/This whole magic thing is hard work.. I have to be both a muggle and a witch.. It is a good thing I'm good at being both../
She looked up, smiling at the clear blue sky, thinking about her boyfriend.. then..
CRASH!
/I shouldn't have worn these disgusting blades.. stupid, stupid me!/
"Get off me!" An irritated voice shouted.
"I'm sorry. You ok? I didn't mean to.." The girl stopped in mid-sentence when she found out just who owned the irritated voice.
"What are you doing here?" /I didn't expect him here.. Malfoy was.. is../
"Look, Granger.. I have this thing.. so mind your own business!"
"I was, until you blocked my way!"
"Blocked your way? You have no way! There is only my way - and you crashed into it!"
"Uhh.. I'm going!" /He is impossible!/
"Yah! You do that!" /She is impossible!/
Hermione skated away fast. She didn't want to talk to him. /Malfoy is a stuck up, egotistical slimeball who has nothing better to do than to drain the happiness out of every human being on earth!/
Malfoy started to walk away. /Granger.. everyone thinks she's oh so smart. Hah! She's just a big-headed know it all who has nothing better to do than to drain the happiness out of every human being on earth!/
Then Malfoy suddenly remembered something, "Uhh.. Granger wait a minute!" He tried to catch up with her. She was fast in those blades.
"What do you want?" She stared at him blankly. It was only then that she noticed that he was wearing muggle clothes. He was wearing all black, a complete contrast to his pale skin and blonde hair. He was fidgeting a silver chain that ran from his belt to his pocket. /His black jacket is a little bit too big for him, but it suits him. He actually looks half decent./
Malfoy took off his shades. He surveyed Hermione. She was wearing a light pink halter with cream shorts. Black safety gear covered her elbows and knees. /She doesn't look that bad. She actually looks half decent./ He tucked his glasses in his pocket then hastily said, "I have to get this gift, see. It's for my mother. She likes collecting muggle stuff and all."
"So, why should I care?"
"Since, you're you know, uhh.. well-oriented with the sort of things women like and you know this place pretty well.."
"Get to the point!" She clutched her black book impatiently.
"Would you he.. hel.. help me find the perfect gift for my mum?" /This was such a stupid idea. Hello? Granger, Ms.smarty-pants hates me! This was not worth the embarrassment!/
Hermione looked in his eyes. /Is he crazy? He hates me! Is he this dumb guy just asking favors from people he hates? What does he take me for?/ "Why should I help you?"
"I don't know! Just help me." Malfoy was looking really nervous. He fixed his unscathed hair. "C'mon Granger. When you really really really need my help, I'd do it."
She didn't know what to say. /Is this guy for real? He's umm.. begging?/ She wanted to say no, but somehow her mouth said "Fine."
They entered the mall. Lots of people were shopping. Hermione suddenly looked at Malfoy. She realized what she just agreed to. Hermione stopped before they entered a bookstore. "Rule number one: stay at least two feet away from me. Rule number two: if you see anyone acquainted with you or me, hide. Rule number three: Get this over with quickly because I find the prospect of shopping with you totally unbearable!"
"Whatever!" Malfoy rolled his eyes. "Let's just go." Then he moved to stay three feet away from her.
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/Why the heck did I ask for her help?/ Malfoy stared at all the perfumes Hermione collected for him to smell. /This is just unworkable!/
/He is so not cooperating! I cannot do everything by myself! This is for his mother! He should at least know what she'd like out of all these!/ She handed him another bottle of perfume.
"Uhh.. that reeks!" Malfoy made a funny face. "Can we just try another thing?"
"Uggh! We probably searched the entire mall already!" Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Aha! You said probably! Which means we haven't definitely searched the entire mall!" Malfoy smirked. He was pleased with himself.
"Do you have to hang on to my every word? You've been doing that for the past 2 hours!"
"For your information, I've been doing that for 2 hours and 14 minutes." He laughed. A half-sinister, half-joyful laugh.
"I give up!" Hermione said as Malfoy sniffed another bottle. He made a disgusted face. "Granger, are you gonna help or not?"
"Shut up! You were the one who wanted me to come!" She pulled Malfoy from the chair and dragged him to the jewelry store. /This is the last place, if he doesn't find anything, I'm going!/
Hermione stopped at the window of the store. She stared at the beautiful necklace on display. She was enchanted! It had a thin silver chain and its pendant had a brilliant sapphire. "It's perfect!" She whispered.
Malfoy looked at Hermione, then at the necklace. /Hmph! Girls and their obsessions! Too bad her boyfriend couldn't afford it!/ "Well, c'mon! I see a thing that would do for my mum! Stop staring at that useless thing."
Hermione wanted to tell him it wasn't useless. But she just let it pass. She remained quiet the whole time. When Malfoy finally picked something, he called Hermione: "Hey! How do these paper things work? I cannot understand the.." Hermione took the bill from Malfoy, paid for the ring and gave him the change. "Well, I hope your mom likes her gift," she said blankly.
As she turned to leave, Draco said, "What do you people eat here?"
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Malfoy was not accustomed to what the muggles call 'fast food'. He spent his entire life surrounded by magic stuff, and 'for-the-rich' cuisine. "I guess this stuff will have to do."
"Yeah. Sure. Your dad never let you try fast-food?" Hermione was munching her own fries. /He's obviously enjoying it but he won't admit it!/
"Father doesn't want me associating with people like these. I don't really see the harm in them. Sometimes he can be so stubborn."
"Why are you here then?"
"I told you, I have to buy a present for my mum."
"Oh.. so your muggle-hating dad allowed to come here?"
"Not exactly." He wanted to avoid the next question Hermione was going to ask. So he said, "Hmm.. Magic at its Darkest by Vera Fiddle. I read that book. What part are you in already?"
"You read?" She asked sarcastically.
"Yeah, mudblood!" Draco looked at Hermione. Her eyes became stern and angry. He took a quick bite from his burger and said, "I read when I want to and what I want to. And that book happens to be the guide of the dark wizards during you-know-who's time."
Hermione was fuming. /He dares insult me after I help him?/ Hermione looked at her black book. Then she looked at him. "His name is Voldemort, if you please. Are you scared of mentioning his name or something? Voldemort, Voldemort, Voldemort!"
Hermione smirked when she saw Malfoy cringe at the mention of Voldemort's name. /He can call names but can't say the real name. How pathetic./
"What are you doing with that thing anyway?" Malfoy asked, interrupting Hermione's thoughts.
"It's my business, not yours." She replied in an uninterested tone.
"Fine! Do what you like!" /You are probably a dark wizard plotting to murder me./
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Malfoy and Hermione bought ice cream on their way out of the mall. Malfoy was getting used to paying with muggle money. Both of them stopped when they reached the exit.
Hermione looked at Draco. He seemed contented with his chocolate cone. Draco grinned at her.
"Well, I better get going now." Hermione said as she put her blades on.
"It would be good if you didn't mention this to anyone." Draco told Hermione.
"Why should I? I'm not stupid! No one would believe me! Hah! You and I, go shopping.. Perish the thought!" Hermione said, laughingly.
"Yeah. I spent the afternoon with a mudblood. My father would blow up when he finds out." Draco said as he finished his cone.
"Again with the mudblood! Could you just quit that?" Hermione asked irritably.
"Uhh.. no." Draco said wincing.
"Whatever. I'm going!" she said as she glided toward her home. /That wasn't so bad. He actually was more bearable than I expected./
/She wasn't all that bad. I guess, she was far too patient with me./ He then shouted after her, "Granger! Don't look up! You might bump into someone good-looking!"
Then she did something that surprised him. She turned around and smiled. Her eyes were in disbelief but her smile was genuine.
He smiled back and waved. /Why did I just do that?/ Malfoy asked himself.
/Why did I just do that?/ Hermione asked herself.
I'll put chapter 2 up if my public wants it ;) review me!