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An: here's the 2nd chapter….yep…know it's been long…but…well…it seems like two people have only read my fanfic…didn't get too excited to write the next installment ….now I know why those people are crazy in receiving reviews……..anyway….without much further ado….
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Draco woke up suddenly, feeling his heart thumping in his chest. What was that all about? The dream. Oh, yes. The dream. But what was it he was dreaming about? Think..think…think…oh…. he was in his room, yes, he remembered that. He was in his bed, yes, yes. But what was it that is making him feel this way? But…what was it he was feeling anyway? Peacefulness, definitely. But that was not all. There was something more…….Oh…who cares? He decided to forget the nagging feeling and focused his thoughts on what was bothering him in the first place, what was making him feel this way. All of a sudden, a squirel darted out from behind him and sped towards a nut laying near him. He did not pay any attention to it. But when it came near him, for the nut it was picking up roled nearer still to Draco's hand, he couldn't help but notice the uneasy feeling the squirel is giving him. So, he turned to look at it, at its small head tilting to its side looking at him and at its brown eyes, looking at him intently. Then a sudden rush of realization washed upon him. He now remembered what was making him feel this way, whatever it was he was feeling. The kiss. The lips. Hermione's kiss. Hermione's lips. No, scratch that. Hermione's long and passionate kiss. Hermione's soft and tender lips. He shook his head and laughed. What is this he was thinking? Soft? Tender? Hermione? Ha! Of all the person he could dream about, of all the person he could kiss in his dream. Hermione? Well, not that he loathed her. She was just…….um…well…..too good. And smart. Well, I am smart. I know that. But, I couldn't deny the fact that she is smarter than me. Oh, well, life is like that. You can never be the best in everything. He smiled. What would a Malfoy think if he is in his place right now? A real one. Not that he is not a real one but, he just don't like to be like a real one, inside, that is. He stood up and watched the sky. Deep black. He took another deep breath and turned around to go back to the castle and maybe get some more sleep there. And maybe dream a little more, too. About her. Ugh, I did not thought that. I would just like to go to bed now.
And with that, he left. Not even noticing that the squirel have already left for the tree beside the lake.
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Hermione ran down the marble staircase. She slept late. Agh…good thing its Saturday today. She went inside the Great Hall. She saw Harry and Ron already eating. She smiled at them and said god morning but they just nodded for their mouths are full of pancakes. She just shook her head. Very likely of the to eat like that. She at down on the end of the table for the it was the only place she could sit on. I hate being late for breakfast. She just sat there, eating. But somehow, she felt uneasy. Like there was someone watching her. She did not bother to look up for who could have been looking at her. No one. But as she was halfway through her 2nd pancake, curiosity got the better of her. She looked up at her fellow Gryffindors. Nope. They were all busy eating. Hufflepuffs? Nope. Too busy chatting with friends while eating. Ravenclaws? Nope. Too busy studying while eating. Slytherins? Nah. Who would look at her there? So she just looked at the staff table instead to the Slytherin's but no one was looking at her there too. Ok, Slytherin. No one. But wait! Malfoy? Yes, it was him alright. But as soon as he saw her looking at him and that he was caught, he looked away. He turned and started to talk to the Slytherin beside him. What was that all about? He took a sideway glance at her and when he saw that she was still looking, he turned and continued to talk with whoever-that-was. She just shrugged and turned to concentrate on her pancake. But once in a while, she could still feel that someone is looking at her, she could still feel those eyes, silver eyes, Malfoy's silver eyes looking at her.
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Ok, so I was caught. Looking at her. Why was I looking at her? No reason. I just wanted to. No! Liar. Ok, so maybe because I was thingking of her and I couldn't resist to look at her being there, how near she seems, just there, sitting in a table so near to his own, but yet…..so ……..so far away…………… Stop! Stop looking at her. And stop thinking of her!!!! Why were I thinking of her in the first place? Just because I dreamt of her last night doesn't mean that I have to think of her, right? Ok, so maybe not just an ordinary dream. I dreamt of her last night kissing me. There. So, what's the difference? Aghhh……….. This is going to be a long day…………
An: that's the second chapter folks! Thanks for reading. Hope you liked it! I'll try to write the third one as soon as I'm finished doing my projects and done reviewing with my periodical test, ok? And now, I'm hoping that someone would review. He he he……. Salamat pong muli. (thank you again)
-kiAn