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Chapter 4- School Days
Draco's Point of View
I awoke the next morning to the sound of feet going down the stairs, and opened my eyes, immediately regretting it. I hadn't closed the curtains on my bay window last night, and now the rain was gone and bright sunlight was flooding into my room.
Groaning, I rolled out of bed, grabbed my robes, and trudged downstairs to take a shower. I went into mine and Terry's bathroom, seeing that Terry was sitting on the couch looking over his schedule, having already showered.
I lingered in the shower, enjoying the feel of the hot water pouring over me. I didn't want to be late for breakfast, though, and turned off the water and stepped out. I finished drying myself with my fluffy green towel, then got dressed.
After styling my hair with gel, I walked out into the common room, feeling much more relaxed. "So, are you guys ready to go down to breakfast?" Hannah, Terry, Katie, and Roger all nodded, got up, and walked down to the Great Hall with me.
As I walked out the door, I wondered where Hermione was. 'She's probably just in the bathroom or something,' I thought. No matter, I would see her for my first class, potions.
I was walking out of the Great Hall on my way back to the dorm to get my potions things when I almost ran into Weasley. "What do you want, Weas... Ron?" I smirked. But I remembered my agreement, if you could call it that, with Hermione, and tried my best to be somewhat tolerant of him and Potter.
Ron stared coldly at me. "Where's Hermione?" he demanded. Harry was right behind him, standing with his arms folded over his chest. Did they seriously think I had something to do with Hermione's not being present at breakfast?
"How should I know?" I had tried, but Weasley's tone ticked me off. I decided to play innocent.
"Well, you'd better go find her before Potions class," Harry warned.
"Why don't you go?"
Harry rolled his eyes. "Because we're not allowed!" He had him there. I had forgotten that others weren't supposed to be allowed in the Prefect common room.
"Okay, fine, whatever," I said. "I'll get her. Run along," I teased before turning up the stairway to the room.
"Don't be late!" Ron called.
When I reached the painting, I muttered the password and entered when it swung open. "Hermione?" I yelled. No answer. She wasn't in the common room, and the door to the bathroom she shared with Hannah was open; not there either.
Sighing, I went up the stairs to her room, and knocked lightly on the door. Still no answer. Cautiously I opened it, and spotted her still lying in bed. She had a clock on the wall by her nightstand, and glancing at it I saw that it was 7: 55. Shit, Potions started at 8:00!
I put my hands on her shoulders and gently shook her a little. "Hermione! Hermione, get up!"
"Mmmmff!" she answered. I took that as a 'go away'. Her only other response was to pull the blankets over her head.
"Okay, fine," I muttered. "But you're gonna be late for potions." As I said that, she abruptly pulled the covers off her head and bolted upright, staring at me with wide eyes.
"Why didn't you say so?!" she cried, tumbling out of bed in a tangle of covers. This was just too much, and I burst out laughing. She just glared at me, and jumped up, and hopped to her closet, shaking her feet out of her sheets as she went. She grabbed her robes and ran down the stairs, basically just jumping down the whole flight. I watched as she fled into the bathroom, and emerged about thirty seconds later. I figured this must be a record for girls, because they normally take so long in the bathroom. I had grabbed my potions things before, and seeing them she shrieked and began to head back up the stairs, but I stopped her. "What?" she cried, exasperated. I grinned, and held out her potions stuff to her. "Oh." She smiled at me, and I smiled back. We stood there stupidly like that for a moment, until she finally came to her senses. "We have exactly two minutes to get to potions class," she whispered, and without another word, she took off running, out the portrait and down the hall.
It was all I could do to keep up with her, and after climbing up the four flights of stairs to reach Professor Snape's class, I was breathing raggedly and was holding a stitch in my side. Hermione was also breathing heavily, but she grabbed my wrist and dragged me into the classroom. We dove into the only two seats left at the same time that Snape walked into the room from his office door.
"Today, class, you will be starting the Aucunes Craintes potion," he began. Professor Snape was always to the point. Aucunes Craintes... No fears, but where was that familiar from? Hermione must have recognized it, too, because she stiffened in the seat next to me.
She leaned over to whisper in my ear. "That's our password!" she hissed. Oh. So that was where I had heard it before.
"Dumbledore must've known what Snape was planning for the first day, or something," I replied.
She shrugged, then straightened up as Snape's eyes scanned over them. He must have been in a good mood, though, because he didn't say anything, just continued, "You will all thank me when you hear that I will be allowing you to work with who you are sitting with right now." There were whispered cheers around the class, but Hermione and I both groaned. Of all the times we had to be late to class! Hermione shot a disappointed look at the table where Harry and Ron were sitting. She had to be more disappointed than I was; she had friends in this class. Come to think of it, if Snape hadn't made me work with anyone in particular, I wasn't sure who I would be partners with.
Hermione pulled a cauldron up onto the desk, and we began following Snape's directions, adding to the potion what he said, and exactly when he said to add it. By the end of class, they had a potion that was looking like it was supposed to at that time. They would finish it next class, and then, knowing Snape, he would probably make them drink it.
Hermione left me while we were walking out of the potions dungeon, straying off to talk to Potter and Weasley. I trudged back down the room, and muttered the password, then went up to my room to grab my Transfiguration stuff. I wasn't looking forward to that next class. Not only was Transfiguration my worst subject, but I was sure Professor McGonagall wasn't too fond of me either. 'All well, no avoiding it, better get going so I'm not late.'
I was about to open up the portrait when it swung open without me having to, and Hermione entered, almost running straight into me. I gripped her arm to keep her from losing her balance, and she smiled at me. I nodded, and was about to leave again when she stopped me. "Hey, thanks!" she called, and I turned around. "You know, for waking me up this morning. Snape would've killed me if I were late on the first day. I owe you one." I just nodded again, and left.
It was very unnerving, this odd feeling Hermione had been giving me lately. Ever since I spotted her stepping onto Platform nine and three-quarters, I had a fluttery feeling in my stomach when I thought of her. 'Stop it, Draco, you sound like a little kid. You like her, and you know it.' As much as I wished it would go away, the voice in my head was right. I liked Hermione.
A/N: Okay, I'm writing these chapters in advance so I can try and pace myself when updating. Pretty good idea, huh? Lol. Well I think I'm gonna have the chapters alternate point of views, or POVs as I will call them. Unless I get bored with that, which could easily happen. Lol. Anyways, please review. Thanks go out to the people who reviewed last chapter:
Zephyreflame- Wow! Thank you! I hope this chapter is good soon. Thanks for the compliment!!! I feel so loved. Lol.
Couch-potato- Thanks! I know, I know, it was a bit... far-fetched. But I hope you like how it turns out!
Happy Little Rin-chan- Thanks!
Starrynights13- Thank you! Don't worry, I have the next few chapters written, and my goal is to update daily. Don't hold me to that, though, because I might get behind with all my homework. Lol.
Chapter 4- School Days
Draco's Point of View
I awoke the next morning to the sound of feet going down the stairs, and opened my eyes, immediately regretting it. I hadn't closed the curtains on my bay window last night, and now the rain was gone and bright sunlight was flooding into my room.
Groaning, I rolled out of bed, grabbed my robes, and trudged downstairs to take a shower. I went into mine and Terry's bathroom, seeing that Terry was sitting on the couch looking over his schedule, having already showered.
I lingered in the shower, enjoying the feel of the hot water pouring over me. I didn't want to be late for breakfast, though, and turned off the water and stepped out. I finished drying myself with my fluffy green towel, then got dressed.
After styling my hair with gel, I walked out into the common room, feeling much more relaxed. "So, are you guys ready to go down to breakfast?" Hannah, Terry, Katie, and Roger all nodded, got up, and walked down to the Great Hall with me.
As I walked out the door, I wondered where Hermione was. 'She's probably just in the bathroom or something,' I thought. No matter, I would see her for my first class, potions.
I was walking out of the Great Hall on my way back to the dorm to get my potions things when I almost ran into Weasley. "What do you want, Weas... Ron?" I smirked. But I remembered my agreement, if you could call it that, with Hermione, and tried my best to be somewhat tolerant of him and Potter.
Ron stared coldly at me. "Where's Hermione?" he demanded. Harry was right behind him, standing with his arms folded over his chest. Did they seriously think I had something to do with Hermione's not being present at breakfast?
"How should I know?" I had tried, but Weasley's tone ticked me off. I decided to play innocent.
"Well, you'd better go find her before Potions class," Harry warned.
"Why don't you go?"
Harry rolled his eyes. "Because we're not allowed!" He had him there. I had forgotten that others weren't supposed to be allowed in the Prefect common room.
"Okay, fine, whatever," I said. "I'll get her. Run along," I teased before turning up the stairway to the room.
"Don't be late!" Ron called.
When I reached the painting, I muttered the password and entered when it swung open. "Hermione?" I yelled. No answer. She wasn't in the common room, and the door to the bathroom she shared with Hannah was open; not there either.
Sighing, I went up the stairs to her room, and knocked lightly on the door. Still no answer. Cautiously I opened it, and spotted her still lying in bed. She had a clock on the wall by her nightstand, and glancing at it I saw that it was 7: 55. Shit, Potions started at 8:00!
I put my hands on her shoulders and gently shook her a little. "Hermione! Hermione, get up!"
"Mmmmff!" she answered. I took that as a 'go away'. Her only other response was to pull the blankets over her head.
"Okay, fine," I muttered. "But you're gonna be late for potions." As I said that, she abruptly pulled the covers off her head and bolted upright, staring at me with wide eyes.
"Why didn't you say so?!" she cried, tumbling out of bed in a tangle of covers. This was just too much, and I burst out laughing. She just glared at me, and jumped up, and hopped to her closet, shaking her feet out of her sheets as she went. She grabbed her robes and ran down the stairs, basically just jumping down the whole flight. I watched as she fled into the bathroom, and emerged about thirty seconds later. I figured this must be a record for girls, because they normally take so long in the bathroom. I had grabbed my potions things before, and seeing them she shrieked and began to head back up the stairs, but I stopped her. "What?" she cried, exasperated. I grinned, and held out her potions stuff to her. "Oh." She smiled at me, and I smiled back. We stood there stupidly like that for a moment, until she finally came to her senses. "We have exactly two minutes to get to potions class," she whispered, and without another word, she took off running, out the portrait and down the hall.
It was all I could do to keep up with her, and after climbing up the four flights of stairs to reach Professor Snape's class, I was breathing raggedly and was holding a stitch in my side. Hermione was also breathing heavily, but she grabbed my wrist and dragged me into the classroom. We dove into the only two seats left at the same time that Snape walked into the room from his office door.
"Today, class, you will be starting the Aucunes Craintes potion," he began. Professor Snape was always to the point. Aucunes Craintes... No fears, but where was that familiar from? Hermione must have recognized it, too, because she stiffened in the seat next to me.
She leaned over to whisper in my ear. "That's our password!" she hissed. Oh. So that was where I had heard it before.
"Dumbledore must've known what Snape was planning for the first day, or something," I replied.
She shrugged, then straightened up as Snape's eyes scanned over them. He must have been in a good mood, though, because he didn't say anything, just continued, "You will all thank me when you hear that I will be allowing you to work with who you are sitting with right now." There were whispered cheers around the class, but Hermione and I both groaned. Of all the times we had to be late to class! Hermione shot a disappointed look at the table where Harry and Ron were sitting. She had to be more disappointed than I was; she had friends in this class. Come to think of it, if Snape hadn't made me work with anyone in particular, I wasn't sure who I would be partners with.
Hermione pulled a cauldron up onto the desk, and we began following Snape's directions, adding to the potion what he said, and exactly when he said to add it. By the end of class, they had a potion that was looking like it was supposed to at that time. They would finish it next class, and then, knowing Snape, he would probably make them drink it.
Hermione left me while we were walking out of the potions dungeon, straying off to talk to Potter and Weasley. I trudged back down the room, and muttered the password, then went up to my room to grab my Transfiguration stuff. I wasn't looking forward to that next class. Not only was Transfiguration my worst subject, but I was sure Professor McGonagall wasn't too fond of me either. 'All well, no avoiding it, better get going so I'm not late.'
I was about to open up the portrait when it swung open without me having to, and Hermione entered, almost running straight into me. I gripped her arm to keep her from losing her balance, and she smiled at me. I nodded, and was about to leave again when she stopped me. "Hey, thanks!" she called, and I turned around. "You know, for waking me up this morning. Snape would've killed me if I were late on the first day. I owe you one." I just nodded again, and left.
It was very unnerving, this odd feeling Hermione had been giving me lately. Ever since I spotted her stepping onto Platform nine and three-quarters, I had a fluttery feeling in my stomach when I thought of her. 'Stop it, Draco, you sound like a little kid. You like her, and you know it.' As much as I wished it would go away, the voice in my head was right. I liked Hermione.
A/N: Okay, I'm writing these chapters in advance so I can try and pace myself when updating. Pretty good idea, huh? Lol. Well I think I'm gonna have the chapters alternate point of views, or POVs as I will call them. Unless I get bored with that, which could easily happen. Lol. Anyways, please review. Thanks go out to the people who reviewed last chapter:
Zephyreflame- Wow! Thank you! I hope this chapter is good soon. Thanks for the compliment!!! I feel so loved. Lol.
Couch-potato- Thanks! I know, I know, it was a bit... far-fetched. But I hope you like how it turns out!
Happy Little Rin-chan- Thanks!
Starrynights13- Thank you! Don't worry, I have the next few chapters written, and my goal is to update daily. Don't hold me to that, though, because I might get behind with all my homework. Lol.