Disclaimer: *sigh* no...i don't own anyone...unfortunately...i would like to own Draco *grin* you know, i don't even have to own him...just maybe rent him...like rent a hottie....or two or three...(i happen to have legolas in mind to rent heehee)
Author's Notes: Augh! *hyperventilates* i luv everyone who reviewed! i thought no one would read this! heehee, thanks to dracoluva99, lilchickidy06, Darcel, suzi, blank (it was an annonymous review), and Hermione18! Oh, anyone i missed, my comps acting up AGAIN and it won't show me. So it says i have seven reviews but it only shows six, grrr....heehee...oh, and there will be a lot more action or whatever in this chappy :) thanks for reading! Oh, by the way, this is set in Draco's and Hermione's sixth year.
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Hermione checked her watch for the fiftieth time. Of course he's late. What did she expect? It was a full thirty minutes after they had scheduled to meet in the library when Draco came sauntering throught the door. A wind blew through his hair. Wind? thought Hermione. It's indoors for God's sake. Does he control the ventilation here too? Draco flicked his white blond hair out of his eyes and looked at Hermione with his cold blue eyes.
"Granger. I hope you can raise my grades." Hermione cleared her throat in the most civilized way possible.
"Sit down Malfoy, you're already thirty minutes late," she snapped. So much for a civil conversation. Draco snorted.
"Whatever you say, you're the bloody teacher, not me." He pulled up a chair and plopped down on it, somehow managing to do it with the same grace he showed on the Quidditch field. Hermione discovered that she was clutching her bookbag a little to tighty. She released her iron grip on it and also found that her palms were sweaty.
"Come on Granger, I don't have all day. I have things to do."
"So what happened, Malfoy?" asked Hermione, irritably. "Didn't your daddy buy you some brains?"
"First of all," said Draco. If her comment had irked him, he showed no sign of it. He was completely unembarresable. He was smooth and calm and nothing could shatter his image. "Don't call me Malfoy. My name is Draco, call me by my name."
"Fine," said Hermione, almost clenching her teeth. "Draco then." Draco leaned forward close to Hermione's face. Hermione could smell the mint on his breath the some scent that he was wearing. He smelled clean, like the most delicious boy alive. Hermione's face twitched and she leaned back.
"And second of all," Draco continued. "I hope you do a good job. My father would kill me if I failed any classes." Hermione shrugged.
"So would mine."
"No," said Draco, with more emphasis. "He would kill me." The word kill lingered in the air. Hermione peered at Draco's face and saw that his aloof look was replaced by an innocent one. He looked almost...vulnerable.
"Well," said Hermione, trying to sound more like a teacher than a shocked classmate. "I'll make sure you'll stay away from any coffins." Draco smirked and leaned back in his chair, his hands behind his head.
"So what first Granger?"
"Charms."
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Draco couldn't listen as Hermione jabbered on and on about some spell. He couldn't concentrate. She was shockingly pretty up close. If only she just straightened her shoulders once in awhile, she didn't always have to be carrying those heavy books. And if only she'd look up at someone's face rather than have her nose buried in a book. Draco also noticed with surprise that underneath her black school robe, her skirt was quite...shorter than he would have expected.
"They let you wear your skirt like that, Granger?" asked Draco, interrupting Hermione. Hermione flushed and pulled the robe more tightly around herself.
"No rules against it," she said, tightly. Draco raised his almost invisible eyebrows. Hermione uncrossed then crossed her legs again then suddenly blushed red again, agaist her will. She hoped she hadn't flashed too much leg. She had only been in Draco's presense for what? Twenty minutes? And she was already turning into another Pansy.
"We're supposed to be working on this repelling spell, Draco," she reminded. Draco pretended to be listening but his mind wandered again, far too easily.
"So, are you going out with Weasley?" Hermione frowned, startled.
"No wonder you're failing all your classes," she muttered. "No, Draco, I am not going out with Ron and now can we please get back to the spell?"
"Why not? He'd love to, he had been waiting all last year when you were going with...hmm...Krum it was."
"That's great, Draco. Now we're going to get back to work." And so they did, kind of.
"I really have to go now, Draco. But tomorrow, try to be on time?" Hermione started to gather her books and load them into her bookbag.
"Of course," Draco said. He flahsed her a smile, that melting smile of his. Hermione frowned.
"I hope you're telling the truth. And do work on that spell? If it took a whole two hours for you to get the intonation of the words...oh nevermind. We'll work on it tomorrow."
"Right on it, Granger." Draco gave Hermione a smirk and breezed out the door, as if he owned the place. Shit, thought Hermione. That was too weird. Way too weird.
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Draco collapsed into a chair in the Slytherin common room. He bit his lip slightly. So the mudblood wasn't going out with the muggle lover? Not that that had actually surprised him. It was plain to pretty much everyone at Hogwarts that the crush only went one way. But if Hermione wasn't with Ron...Draco ordered himself to get a grip. A Gryffindor girl??? What was he thinking? His dad would go ballistic and have a spaz the minute he heard. Draco smiled to himself at the mental picture of his dad flopping on the floor like a fish without water. The scene was ruined when Pansy entered the common room, looking more like a pug than ever.
"Draco sweetheart," she purred and made her way by some Slytherins to get to him.
"Pansy," he said. He tried to push her away. "Not now." Pansy pouted.
"What happened to you, Draco?" I just had the two best hours of my life, thought Draco.
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*Ahh....sweet love. Things might be rough betwen them for awhile though...after all.....how would Ron react if he ever found out that Ms. Smarty-pants had an excruciating, painful crush on Draco? And that that same crush happened to go two ways? Exactly....trouble is in the air.....but so is love... :) Please R&R and thanks for reading!
Author's Notes: Augh! *hyperventilates* i luv everyone who reviewed! i thought no one would read this! heehee, thanks to dracoluva99, lilchickidy06, Darcel, suzi, blank (it was an annonymous review), and Hermione18! Oh, anyone i missed, my comps acting up AGAIN and it won't show me. So it says i have seven reviews but it only shows six, grrr....heehee...oh, and there will be a lot more action or whatever in this chappy :) thanks for reading! Oh, by the way, this is set in Draco's and Hermione's sixth year.
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Hermione checked her watch for the fiftieth time. Of course he's late. What did she expect? It was a full thirty minutes after they had scheduled to meet in the library when Draco came sauntering throught the door. A wind blew through his hair. Wind? thought Hermione. It's indoors for God's sake. Does he control the ventilation here too? Draco flicked his white blond hair out of his eyes and looked at Hermione with his cold blue eyes.
"Granger. I hope you can raise my grades." Hermione cleared her throat in the most civilized way possible.
"Sit down Malfoy, you're already thirty minutes late," she snapped. So much for a civil conversation. Draco snorted.
"Whatever you say, you're the bloody teacher, not me." He pulled up a chair and plopped down on it, somehow managing to do it with the same grace he showed on the Quidditch field. Hermione discovered that she was clutching her bookbag a little to tighty. She released her iron grip on it and also found that her palms were sweaty.
"Come on Granger, I don't have all day. I have things to do."
"So what happened, Malfoy?" asked Hermione, irritably. "Didn't your daddy buy you some brains?"
"First of all," said Draco. If her comment had irked him, he showed no sign of it. He was completely unembarresable. He was smooth and calm and nothing could shatter his image. "Don't call me Malfoy. My name is Draco, call me by my name."
"Fine," said Hermione, almost clenching her teeth. "Draco then." Draco leaned forward close to Hermione's face. Hermione could smell the mint on his breath the some scent that he was wearing. He smelled clean, like the most delicious boy alive. Hermione's face twitched and she leaned back.
"And second of all," Draco continued. "I hope you do a good job. My father would kill me if I failed any classes." Hermione shrugged.
"So would mine."
"No," said Draco, with more emphasis. "He would kill me." The word kill lingered in the air. Hermione peered at Draco's face and saw that his aloof look was replaced by an innocent one. He looked almost...vulnerable.
"Well," said Hermione, trying to sound more like a teacher than a shocked classmate. "I'll make sure you'll stay away from any coffins." Draco smirked and leaned back in his chair, his hands behind his head.
"So what first Granger?"
"Charms."
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Draco couldn't listen as Hermione jabbered on and on about some spell. He couldn't concentrate. She was shockingly pretty up close. If only she just straightened her shoulders once in awhile, she didn't always have to be carrying those heavy books. And if only she'd look up at someone's face rather than have her nose buried in a book. Draco also noticed with surprise that underneath her black school robe, her skirt was quite...shorter than he would have expected.
"They let you wear your skirt like that, Granger?" asked Draco, interrupting Hermione. Hermione flushed and pulled the robe more tightly around herself.
"No rules against it," she said, tightly. Draco raised his almost invisible eyebrows. Hermione uncrossed then crossed her legs again then suddenly blushed red again, agaist her will. She hoped she hadn't flashed too much leg. She had only been in Draco's presense for what? Twenty minutes? And she was already turning into another Pansy.
"We're supposed to be working on this repelling spell, Draco," she reminded. Draco pretended to be listening but his mind wandered again, far too easily.
"So, are you going out with Weasley?" Hermione frowned, startled.
"No wonder you're failing all your classes," she muttered. "No, Draco, I am not going out with Ron and now can we please get back to the spell?"
"Why not? He'd love to, he had been waiting all last year when you were going with...hmm...Krum it was."
"That's great, Draco. Now we're going to get back to work." And so they did, kind of.
"I really have to go now, Draco. But tomorrow, try to be on time?" Hermione started to gather her books and load them into her bookbag.
"Of course," Draco said. He flahsed her a smile, that melting smile of his. Hermione frowned.
"I hope you're telling the truth. And do work on that spell? If it took a whole two hours for you to get the intonation of the words...oh nevermind. We'll work on it tomorrow."
"Right on it, Granger." Draco gave Hermione a smirk and breezed out the door, as if he owned the place. Shit, thought Hermione. That was too weird. Way too weird.
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Draco collapsed into a chair in the Slytherin common room. He bit his lip slightly. So the mudblood wasn't going out with the muggle lover? Not that that had actually surprised him. It was plain to pretty much everyone at Hogwarts that the crush only went one way. But if Hermione wasn't with Ron...Draco ordered himself to get a grip. A Gryffindor girl??? What was he thinking? His dad would go ballistic and have a spaz the minute he heard. Draco smiled to himself at the mental picture of his dad flopping on the floor like a fish without water. The scene was ruined when Pansy entered the common room, looking more like a pug than ever.
"Draco sweetheart," she purred and made her way by some Slytherins to get to him.
"Pansy," he said. He tried to push her away. "Not now." Pansy pouted.
"What happened to you, Draco?" I just had the two best hours of my life, thought Draco.
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*Ahh....sweet love. Things might be rough betwen them for awhile though...after all.....how would Ron react if he ever found out that Ms. Smarty-pants had an excruciating, painful crush on Draco? And that that same crush happened to go two ways? Exactly....trouble is in the air.....but so is love... :) Please R&R and thanks for reading!