AN: OK here is my thing: IS ANYONE READING THIS!??? I haven't gotten any
reviews since chapter three. SO, I am starting to think no one is really
reading this and I am losing the will to write.
Wutever. Next chapter.
Disclaimer: No me owning chareecters. No me's.
Chapter 8: Midnight Blues
"You took your coat off and stood in the rain,
You were always crazy like that
I watched from my window,
always felt I was outside looking in on you
You were always the mysterious one
with dark eyes and careless hair,
You were fashionably sensitive, but too cool to care
Then you stood in my doorway, with nothing to say
besides some comment on the weather
Well in case you failed to notice,
In case you failed to see,
This is my heart bleeding before you,
This is me down on my knees
These foolish games are tearing me apart
You thoughtless words are breaking my heart
You're breaking my heart"- Jewel "Foolish Games"
Hermione faked the, "Oh. I think I'll go to sleep. you know swamped with work always," and went to "sleep" at eight o'clock. She pulled her curtains closed and began to secretly do next week's homework and reading a muggle novel, "Forever." By: Judy Bloom. She got the idea it was very.dirrrty. But, Hermione A. Granger had never put down a book and didn't intend to start now.
At eleven her room mates came in and giggled up a storm saying things along the lines of, "Shhh, hehe, Mione is sleeping!" and then giggling more. They got undressed and Hermione heard their distant almost-snores at eleven- twenty.
She got up and re-checked her robes, colored midnight blue, and looked at her hair. Suddenly, realizing how late it was getting, she ran into the bathroom. Her hair was a mess! Hermione took the closest thing to her, her wand, and began to twist her hair into a lazy bun, inserting her wand to keep it together.
"Ugh, eleven forty-five. I gotta hurry." She said and began to make her way down to the lake.
She left the Gryffindor Common Room and came to a statue she'd never seen before. Her hand had a new mind and was pulling back the ear of Fiona the Flawless. The statue moved away and Hermione found herself walking into a secret pssage lit by old torches, obviously charmed to be lit for all eternity.
She had never heard of this passage, it obviously wasn't on the Marauder's Map. In fact, she never remembered seeing Fiona the Fair. But, as it was now becoming a habit, her body seemed to know where she was going and led her as if she were meant to be doing this. Almost as if her body had done this fatal walk before. It was fatal, because she was bound to be caught be a professor, right?
Hermione didn't know why, but she just closed her eyes and let her body take her where it wanted.
She reached the Entrance Hall and opened the doors, letting a gust cold air seep into the stuffy hall. As she looked into the distant night, she saw a figure.
*Draco?* Her thoughts screamed loudly.
$Aaaaaaaa! Jeez, you don't have to scream.$ Draco thought, looking around for his mysterious mistress.
*Sorry. You out there?*
$Bye the birch tree.$ He replied, spotting her at the Entrance Doors.
*Oh. Umm, okay.* She stood in the doorway.
$Well? Aren't you coming?$ Draco noticed she was not moving towards him.
*Well.......I am......afraid of the.....dark.*
$Aww, wittle Mione's fwaid of the big bad monsters that await in the dark?$
*Best way to overcome fear is to show up a big prat like you.* Hermione stepped blindly into the night. A raindrop fell. Hermione yelped a scared scream.
$SHHHHH! It's only a little rain. GOD!$ Draco said, pulling her under the tree's leaves.
*Sorry, I don't like this.......It's too scary.* Hermione shivered. *I'm sorry Draco, I-I'm gonna go, it's raining and I can't get caught. I had to scale down some secret passages that I don't remember even knowing about to get here. I...I have to go.*
$Good Bye, my sweet Mione.$ Draco lost control of everything and leant down to kiss her. Unkown to them, a flurry of swirls and sliver and gold glitter encompassed them. Fairies came out and surrounded them, lighting a little globe of light and protecting them from the rain. What an odd way to share their first kiss, no?
They broke apart reluctantly and held on to each other. "Aren't you cold and wet?" Hermione wispered.
"I might be, but who cares? We aren't meant to hide from the earth's weather. It is a natural part of the environment." Draco stated.
"Huh? You, you, Draco Malfoy, are just plain weird. I'm freezing and I can't imagine what this weather is doing to my hair. I gotta go." Hermione replied a little light-headedly.
"Good bye, oh, Odd One." Draco said. Hermione unhooked herself from his grasp and trodded in the rain to the castle's warm interior.
As soon as she was safe inside her dorm, she looked out the frosted glass window. Through the rain she saw Draco standing there by the lake. Hermione's heart rate increased. *What a way to ruin our first meeting.* She thought quietly, as to not alert her other mind.
Another hour later Draco had left; although, Hermione still dazed out the window, eventually drifting off into sleep.
~~~~~
Hermione awoke to the sound of the blow drier humming. She groggily sat up. Her first thought was, *School!* then, realising it was only Saturday, she calmed down considerably. She then remembered last night, *Oh! That isn't what I wanted that secret outing to go like. I left before I could even talk to him.* Her mind whined. (AN: A little rhyme!)
The thoughts of how wrong it was to be thinking of Malfoy and EVEN kissing him hadn't occurred. She sighed and went to take a shower.
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Draco's first thoughts were of how upsetting last night had been. He had actually wanted to BOND. Not his usual, "Wham, bam, thank you ma'am."
$I guess it was an in between cross of those two ideals$ he thought. He got up, showered, ate breakfast, and went to see Professor Snape to talk about his detention with McGonagall.
$But, Professor, she doesn't understand me! She holds a grudge. She doesn't like me!$ he practiced his sobbing speech.
*Ha! You aren't actually going to TRY that, are you?* Hermione's voice broke into his mind.
$For your information, yes. It has never turned me down.$ Draco replied his thoughts snootily.
*Ugh. I really need to think something that I can't think 'cause I'm thinking with you.* Hermione thought confusedly.
$Does this thought have to do with last night?$ Draco asked, curiously, not his usual pompous self.
*Maybe.* Hermione blushed into her book.
$I like you. I don't know why, either. It's like...I really don't know. I feel a little mushy right now, so feel free to tell me to stop.$ Draco's mind seemed to brew with thoughts.
*I think the feeling is mutual.* Hermione replied.
At the same time their thoughts were, $*What am I going to do?*$
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Wutever. Next chapter.
Disclaimer: No me owning chareecters. No me's.
Chapter 8: Midnight Blues
"You took your coat off and stood in the rain,
You were always crazy like that
I watched from my window,
always felt I was outside looking in on you
You were always the mysterious one
with dark eyes and careless hair,
You were fashionably sensitive, but too cool to care
Then you stood in my doorway, with nothing to say
besides some comment on the weather
Well in case you failed to notice,
In case you failed to see,
This is my heart bleeding before you,
This is me down on my knees
These foolish games are tearing me apart
You thoughtless words are breaking my heart
You're breaking my heart"- Jewel "Foolish Games"
Hermione faked the, "Oh. I think I'll go to sleep. you know swamped with work always," and went to "sleep" at eight o'clock. She pulled her curtains closed and began to secretly do next week's homework and reading a muggle novel, "Forever." By: Judy Bloom. She got the idea it was very.dirrrty. But, Hermione A. Granger had never put down a book and didn't intend to start now.
At eleven her room mates came in and giggled up a storm saying things along the lines of, "Shhh, hehe, Mione is sleeping!" and then giggling more. They got undressed and Hermione heard their distant almost-snores at eleven- twenty.
She got up and re-checked her robes, colored midnight blue, and looked at her hair. Suddenly, realizing how late it was getting, she ran into the bathroom. Her hair was a mess! Hermione took the closest thing to her, her wand, and began to twist her hair into a lazy bun, inserting her wand to keep it together.
"Ugh, eleven forty-five. I gotta hurry." She said and began to make her way down to the lake.
She left the Gryffindor Common Room and came to a statue she'd never seen before. Her hand had a new mind and was pulling back the ear of Fiona the Flawless. The statue moved away and Hermione found herself walking into a secret pssage lit by old torches, obviously charmed to be lit for all eternity.
She had never heard of this passage, it obviously wasn't on the Marauder's Map. In fact, she never remembered seeing Fiona the Fair. But, as it was now becoming a habit, her body seemed to know where she was going and led her as if she were meant to be doing this. Almost as if her body had done this fatal walk before. It was fatal, because she was bound to be caught be a professor, right?
Hermione didn't know why, but she just closed her eyes and let her body take her where it wanted.
She reached the Entrance Hall and opened the doors, letting a gust cold air seep into the stuffy hall. As she looked into the distant night, she saw a figure.
*Draco?* Her thoughts screamed loudly.
$Aaaaaaaa! Jeez, you don't have to scream.$ Draco thought, looking around for his mysterious mistress.
*Sorry. You out there?*
$Bye the birch tree.$ He replied, spotting her at the Entrance Doors.
*Oh. Umm, okay.* She stood in the doorway.
$Well? Aren't you coming?$ Draco noticed she was not moving towards him.
*Well.......I am......afraid of the.....dark.*
$Aww, wittle Mione's fwaid of the big bad monsters that await in the dark?$
*Best way to overcome fear is to show up a big prat like you.* Hermione stepped blindly into the night. A raindrop fell. Hermione yelped a scared scream.
$SHHHHH! It's only a little rain. GOD!$ Draco said, pulling her under the tree's leaves.
*Sorry, I don't like this.......It's too scary.* Hermione shivered. *I'm sorry Draco, I-I'm gonna go, it's raining and I can't get caught. I had to scale down some secret passages that I don't remember even knowing about to get here. I...I have to go.*
$Good Bye, my sweet Mione.$ Draco lost control of everything and leant down to kiss her. Unkown to them, a flurry of swirls and sliver and gold glitter encompassed them. Fairies came out and surrounded them, lighting a little globe of light and protecting them from the rain. What an odd way to share their first kiss, no?
They broke apart reluctantly and held on to each other. "Aren't you cold and wet?" Hermione wispered.
"I might be, but who cares? We aren't meant to hide from the earth's weather. It is a natural part of the environment." Draco stated.
"Huh? You, you, Draco Malfoy, are just plain weird. I'm freezing and I can't imagine what this weather is doing to my hair. I gotta go." Hermione replied a little light-headedly.
"Good bye, oh, Odd One." Draco said. Hermione unhooked herself from his grasp and trodded in the rain to the castle's warm interior.
As soon as she was safe inside her dorm, she looked out the frosted glass window. Through the rain she saw Draco standing there by the lake. Hermione's heart rate increased. *What a way to ruin our first meeting.* She thought quietly, as to not alert her other mind.
Another hour later Draco had left; although, Hermione still dazed out the window, eventually drifting off into sleep.
~~~~~
Hermione awoke to the sound of the blow drier humming. She groggily sat up. Her first thought was, *School!* then, realising it was only Saturday, she calmed down considerably. She then remembered last night, *Oh! That isn't what I wanted that secret outing to go like. I left before I could even talk to him.* Her mind whined. (AN: A little rhyme!)
The thoughts of how wrong it was to be thinking of Malfoy and EVEN kissing him hadn't occurred. She sighed and went to take a shower.
~~~~
Draco's first thoughts were of how upsetting last night had been. He had actually wanted to BOND. Not his usual, "Wham, bam, thank you ma'am."
$I guess it was an in between cross of those two ideals$ he thought. He got up, showered, ate breakfast, and went to see Professor Snape to talk about his detention with McGonagall.
$But, Professor, she doesn't understand me! She holds a grudge. She doesn't like me!$ he practiced his sobbing speech.
*Ha! You aren't actually going to TRY that, are you?* Hermione's voice broke into his mind.
$For your information, yes. It has never turned me down.$ Draco replied his thoughts snootily.
*Ugh. I really need to think something that I can't think 'cause I'm thinking with you.* Hermione thought confusedly.
$Does this thought have to do with last night?$ Draco asked, curiously, not his usual pompous self.
*Maybe.* Hermione blushed into her book.
$I like you. I don't know why, either. It's like...I really don't know. I feel a little mushy right now, so feel free to tell me to stop.$ Draco's mind seemed to brew with thoughts.
*I think the feeling is mutual.* Hermione replied.
At the same time their thoughts were, $*What am I going to do?*$
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