Disclamer: None of this is mine, and will never be..
An: ok, this is the third chapter and, I am very much grateful to -ehm-
minty-21 and dRaCoS-gUrL. Thank you to the two of them for, well, reading
my story and reviewing!!
Thanks again. And now, that the periodics are over, and the projects almost
done...I now present you with the third chapter......
( The Unspoken Feeling (
Hermione could never think of any reason why he was looking at her, ok, staring at her. Why? He had never looked at her like that. The instances that he looked at her in the past couldn't even pass as 'looks'. Those are called 'glares', not 'stares'. And now, here he was looking at her yet again, inside the library. She decided that she could clear her mind of what those stares were over breakfast if she could read a book, any book. So, she went straight to the library. And somehow, draco, I mean, Malfoy, followed me. Well, I'm not the only one entitled to read books in the library. And did I said 'followed me'? No, scratch that, that is out of the question. She sat down on her favorite spot. Her spot. In the most secluded area of the library. Where no one except her goes. Well, who would like to read witches and wizards' biographies? Only her, maybe. But there he was, right in front of her. Reading about a book called 'The Life and Works of Rumenio Salvador' Hmmm...very unwizard name, even unbritish. Oh, well, let him read. But she couldn't quite understand what she was reading, for he was looking at her. She can feel it. And just a minute ago, just to make sure, she glanced up at saw a pair of gray eyes looking at her, peering above the top of the open book in his hands which was covering his face. When he saw her looking at him, he looked away. What was that about?
When she left the great hall, I don't know why I followed her, to the library. She seem to like the most quiet part of the library. He picked up one book, 'The Life and works of someone' . sat down infront of her, and looked at her, ok, maybe stared. I don't know why I am doing this, it seems likemy body has it's own mind now, my heart. Ok, why did I said that? My heart? I am going insane. But I looked at her still, ok, ok, ok, stared. And she caught me again. So I looked away. Now, that is the appropiate way to use the word, huh, other mind? I looked away, of course. Good thing I'm holding this book, or she could have seen me blush. What? Blush? Oh, puhleeease!!!!!!! Am I Draco Malfoy? Or am I just inside the body of another being, with his body and mind. Why? Why? Why? Because I dreamnt of her. Yes, kissing me. Now, why would I follow her around? Because I liked the kiss? And wanted it to become reality? NO!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is not happening..no, no, no. I AM NOT THINKING OF THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"No!" I screamed. Oopps..got a little carried away....
An: there, d'ya like it? Please telllll...and ...hust telllllll......
( The Unspoken Feeling (
Hermione could never think of any reason why he was looking at her, ok, staring at her. Why? He had never looked at her like that. The instances that he looked at her in the past couldn't even pass as 'looks'. Those are called 'glares', not 'stares'. And now, here he was looking at her yet again, inside the library. She decided that she could clear her mind of what those stares were over breakfast if she could read a book, any book. So, she went straight to the library. And somehow, draco, I mean, Malfoy, followed me. Well, I'm not the only one entitled to read books in the library. And did I said 'followed me'? No, scratch that, that is out of the question. She sat down on her favorite spot. Her spot. In the most secluded area of the library. Where no one except her goes. Well, who would like to read witches and wizards' biographies? Only her, maybe. But there he was, right in front of her. Reading about a book called 'The Life and Works of Rumenio Salvador' Hmmm...very unwizard name, even unbritish. Oh, well, let him read. But she couldn't quite understand what she was reading, for he was looking at her. She can feel it. And just a minute ago, just to make sure, she glanced up at saw a pair of gray eyes looking at her, peering above the top of the open book in his hands which was covering his face. When he saw her looking at him, he looked away. What was that about?
When she left the great hall, I don't know why I followed her, to the library. She seem to like the most quiet part of the library. He picked up one book, 'The Life and works of someone' . sat down infront of her, and looked at her, ok, maybe stared. I don't know why I am doing this, it seems likemy body has it's own mind now, my heart. Ok, why did I said that? My heart? I am going insane. But I looked at her still, ok, ok, ok, stared. And she caught me again. So I looked away. Now, that is the appropiate way to use the word, huh, other mind? I looked away, of course. Good thing I'm holding this book, or she could have seen me blush. What? Blush? Oh, puhleeease!!!!!!! Am I Draco Malfoy? Or am I just inside the body of another being, with his body and mind. Why? Why? Why? Because I dreamnt of her. Yes, kissing me. Now, why would I follow her around? Because I liked the kiss? And wanted it to become reality? NO!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is not happening..no, no, no. I AM NOT THINKING OF THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"No!" I screamed. Oopps..got a little carried away....
An: there, d'ya like it? Please telllll...and ...hust telllllll......