-Chapter Two - Break the Ice-
Hermione tossed and turned in her sleep. From a long distance away, she heard her alarm clock bleeping annoyingly. She reached out and thwacked it, hard. It immediately shut up. For ten minutes, she slept. Then she heard it again, and groaning softly she opened her eyes and turned towards her bedside table. Seeing the time, she sat up abruptly.
"Shhhhhhhhhhheepdogs!" she yelled. She stumbled out of bed, getting entangled in her sheets. Pulling her pyjama top off with one hand, she opened her wardrobe drawer with the other. Ten minutes later, she was jumping down the ladder from the girls' dormitories in the loft, pulling her half-open bag down behind her. With tears in her eyes, she burst through the common-room door into the hallway. And Harry stepped out in front of her.
"Harry!" she said, in an unnaturally high voice. She quickly turned away and wiped the tears from her eyes, hoping he wouldn't notice. 'Why,' she thought. 'Why do I ALWAYS meet him on my way to breakfast? Why?' "Um, so I'm not the only one that slept in?" She was desperate to cover up.
"Uhh, no," Harry managed to say. He didn't like lying. But there had to be someone in Hogwarts besides Hermione who had slept in. What about that boy in Hufflepuff... Ron... Weasel was his last name? Well, he was always late for breakfast on Monday mornings, too.
Draco shook his head as he saw Harry enter the now nearly empty Great Hall, Hermione trailing behind. Harry was a hopeless case. He was going to have to do something about it...
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Snape's eyes moved stealthily across the room, carefully deciding who would best (or worst) fit with whom for the potions exam. (A/N: Oops... Cliché!)
"Potter... and Turpin... and Malfoy with... Granger." Hermione groaned inwardly. Not that she didn't like Malfoy, he was all right most of the time but really! He rarely did his work; most of the time he would simply pester her until she gave him the answers. She decided that there was nothing she could do about it. She watched as he looked up and nodded at her, muttered something to Harry (who was looking down at his hands), swung his bag over his shoulder, and moved towards her desk. A very excited- looking Lisa Turpin was waiting impatiently to sit down next to Harry. No one was sitting next to Hermione; no one wanted to. She looked directly down at the scratched wooden desktop, which was covered in heavy graffiti. Draco jerked his head at her in acknowledgement of her presence.
"Hey, what's up, Granger?" She shrugged. "Right then, let's get started," he said. They worked for around ten minutes without saying very much. Hermione was surprised that Draco was actually doing his fair share of the work; he even offered to pulsate the dragon eyes for her because he knew she was disgusted by it.
"Guess what?" he asked, out of the blue, "I know someone who has the hots for you." Hermione looked at him in slight contempt. 'Great,' she thought, 'Another insult about how ugly I am.'
"Draco," she said flatly, "I KNOW that Ernie MacMillan likes me. Everyone knows that."
"Well, duh," Draco responded, rolling his eyes, "I know that you know as well as you know that you know. I'm talking about someone else." He paused to let the words sink in.
"Great," Hermione said darkly, "Shoot." Draco smiled evilly.
"Harry." Hermione turned and stared at him. An inner battle was raging. (A/N: Damn! And another one!) You never knew when Draco was being serious or not. Then there was the fact of how gullible she was. Everyone knew that she would believe anything. And Draco was usually taking advantage of this. So she decided he was lying.
"Yeah, right," she said. "Sure I believe you." Draco drew back, looking hurt.
"It's true!" he said. She turned to look at him again, tapping her foot impatiently.
"Yes," she snapped, " And I really trust you, Malfoy, don't I? Harry doesn't feel that way about me. We're just friends."
"I swear it," Draco responded, lifting his eyes to the ceiling of the dungeons, "I swear it on my mother's life."
"Yep," Hermione said, "I do believe you." Draco rolled his eyes (yet again) and went back to pulsating the dragon eyes while Hermione continued stonily chopping the Fangora root. But of course, curiosity eventually got the better of her.
"So," Hermione ventured, "If Harry really does... fancy me, then how long have you known?" Draco decided not to gloat that she had given in; he was really doing this to 'help' Harry.
"Hermione," Draco pointed out, "Harry is my best friend. I've know... forever."
"I still don't believe you," Hermione said, though it was clear that she was wavering. She'd have to talk about this to Ginny later.
"Okay Hermione. Don't believe me. But seriously, I swear on my mother's life." He leaned in closer and whispered in her ear. "This is no joke." And then it hit her. It must be true.
She shuddered and pulled away from him, tears filling her eyes, not for the first time that day and probably not for the last.
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'Why'd you have to go and make things
So complicated?
I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else
Gets me frustrated
And life's like this you
Fall and you crawl and you break and you take what you get
And you turn it in to
Honestly I never would've thought you'd fake it
No, no, no.'
Hermione lay on her bed singing along (very badly, as she was crying at the same time). She interrupted her singing for another monologue to her favourite audience - herself.
"Now how am I supposed to talk to him? How am I supposed to act? This is such - grrrrrr! Life is so - so -! Ginny's no help. All that stuff about how she knew all along. Sometimes I think she's just a liar. But how you just turn around and call your best friend that? And Malfoy! Arrrrrrrrrrrgh!
Life was not going well for Hermione Granger.
A/N: So! Draco's being a complete bitch... how is Hermione supposed to act around Harry now? I was going to write more for y'all, but you know... I got tired, okay?
I've updated this chapter, and taken out about 90% of the swearwords, as I'm sure you'll ALL be glad to hear. That bit when she says 'sheepdogs,' she sounds a bit like me. . . I say that when I don't want to swear. ;)
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Hermione tossed and turned in her sleep. From a long distance away, she heard her alarm clock bleeping annoyingly. She reached out and thwacked it, hard. It immediately shut up. For ten minutes, she slept. Then she heard it again, and groaning softly she opened her eyes and turned towards her bedside table. Seeing the time, she sat up abruptly.
"Shhhhhhhhhhheepdogs!" she yelled. She stumbled out of bed, getting entangled in her sheets. Pulling her pyjama top off with one hand, she opened her wardrobe drawer with the other. Ten minutes later, she was jumping down the ladder from the girls' dormitories in the loft, pulling her half-open bag down behind her. With tears in her eyes, she burst through the common-room door into the hallway. And Harry stepped out in front of her.
"Harry!" she said, in an unnaturally high voice. She quickly turned away and wiped the tears from her eyes, hoping he wouldn't notice. 'Why,' she thought. 'Why do I ALWAYS meet him on my way to breakfast? Why?' "Um, so I'm not the only one that slept in?" She was desperate to cover up.
"Uhh, no," Harry managed to say. He didn't like lying. But there had to be someone in Hogwarts besides Hermione who had slept in. What about that boy in Hufflepuff... Ron... Weasel was his last name? Well, he was always late for breakfast on Monday mornings, too.
Draco shook his head as he saw Harry enter the now nearly empty Great Hall, Hermione trailing behind. Harry was a hopeless case. He was going to have to do something about it...
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Snape's eyes moved stealthily across the room, carefully deciding who would best (or worst) fit with whom for the potions exam. (A/N: Oops... Cliché!)
"Potter... and Turpin... and Malfoy with... Granger." Hermione groaned inwardly. Not that she didn't like Malfoy, he was all right most of the time but really! He rarely did his work; most of the time he would simply pester her until she gave him the answers. She decided that there was nothing she could do about it. She watched as he looked up and nodded at her, muttered something to Harry (who was looking down at his hands), swung his bag over his shoulder, and moved towards her desk. A very excited- looking Lisa Turpin was waiting impatiently to sit down next to Harry. No one was sitting next to Hermione; no one wanted to. She looked directly down at the scratched wooden desktop, which was covered in heavy graffiti. Draco jerked his head at her in acknowledgement of her presence.
"Hey, what's up, Granger?" She shrugged. "Right then, let's get started," he said. They worked for around ten minutes without saying very much. Hermione was surprised that Draco was actually doing his fair share of the work; he even offered to pulsate the dragon eyes for her because he knew she was disgusted by it.
"Guess what?" he asked, out of the blue, "I know someone who has the hots for you." Hermione looked at him in slight contempt. 'Great,' she thought, 'Another insult about how ugly I am.'
"Draco," she said flatly, "I KNOW that Ernie MacMillan likes me. Everyone knows that."
"Well, duh," Draco responded, rolling his eyes, "I know that you know as well as you know that you know. I'm talking about someone else." He paused to let the words sink in.
"Great," Hermione said darkly, "Shoot." Draco smiled evilly.
"Harry." Hermione turned and stared at him. An inner battle was raging. (A/N: Damn! And another one!) You never knew when Draco was being serious or not. Then there was the fact of how gullible she was. Everyone knew that she would believe anything. And Draco was usually taking advantage of this. So she decided he was lying.
"Yeah, right," she said. "Sure I believe you." Draco drew back, looking hurt.
"It's true!" he said. She turned to look at him again, tapping her foot impatiently.
"Yes," she snapped, " And I really trust you, Malfoy, don't I? Harry doesn't feel that way about me. We're just friends."
"I swear it," Draco responded, lifting his eyes to the ceiling of the dungeons, "I swear it on my mother's life."
"Yep," Hermione said, "I do believe you." Draco rolled his eyes (yet again) and went back to pulsating the dragon eyes while Hermione continued stonily chopping the Fangora root. But of course, curiosity eventually got the better of her.
"So," Hermione ventured, "If Harry really does... fancy me, then how long have you known?" Draco decided not to gloat that she had given in; he was really doing this to 'help' Harry.
"Hermione," Draco pointed out, "Harry is my best friend. I've know... forever."
"I still don't believe you," Hermione said, though it was clear that she was wavering. She'd have to talk about this to Ginny later.
"Okay Hermione. Don't believe me. But seriously, I swear on my mother's life." He leaned in closer and whispered in her ear. "This is no joke." And then it hit her. It must be true.
She shuddered and pulled away from him, tears filling her eyes, not for the first time that day and probably not for the last.
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'Why'd you have to go and make things
So complicated?
I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else
Gets me frustrated
And life's like this you
Fall and you crawl and you break and you take what you get
And you turn it in to
Honestly I never would've thought you'd fake it
No, no, no.'
Hermione lay on her bed singing along (very badly, as she was crying at the same time). She interrupted her singing for another monologue to her favourite audience - herself.
"Now how am I supposed to talk to him? How am I supposed to act? This is such - grrrrrr! Life is so - so -! Ginny's no help. All that stuff about how she knew all along. Sometimes I think she's just a liar. But how you just turn around and call your best friend that? And Malfoy! Arrrrrrrrrrrgh!
Life was not going well for Hermione Granger.
A/N: So! Draco's being a complete bitch... how is Hermione supposed to act around Harry now? I was going to write more for y'all, but you know... I got tired, okay?
I've updated this chapter, and taken out about 90% of the swearwords, as I'm sure you'll ALL be glad to hear. That bit when she says 'sheepdogs,' she sounds a bit like me. . . I say that when I don't want to swear. ;)
Please Review!
Cause I love you!
You may not say anything new!
But I'd love it if you would review!
Pleeease? Pretty please?
Thank you!
