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A/N: Thanx again to everyone who reviewed! All reviews are very very very much appreciated!!!
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Hermione sighed, watching Malfoy's shadow leave the library. She didn't know what to think about him anymore. One minute she got along with him so well, and the next they were biting each other's head off! She gathered her stuff and walked to her room. She jumped into her bed and just lay there looking at the ceiling. It was late, and the next day was work on the play day, so she had to spend more time with Malfoy. She changed into a pair of bright blue pajama pants and a white tee-shirt and snuggled under her blanket. Within moments she was fast asleep.
Hermione woke up in a cold sweat, after a terrifing nightmare. She sat up and put her head in her hands trying to breath normally again. She couldn't remember what the dream was about, but she was suddenly scared of everything around her. She muttered a spell and the lights went on. She got up and put her hair into a loose ponytail, slipping on her slippers and a cozy red bath robe. Leaving her room, she made her way down the stairs and out of the Gryffindor tower, to the Prefect bathroom. Still tired, she dragged herself down the long corridors.
"Hey! Watch it!" A cold voice said. She looked up and saw Malfoy's very awake face.
"What are you doing up?" She asked groggily.
"None of your buisness Granger."
"Fine," she pushed him out of the way and continued her way to the bathroom. Minutes later she opened the door to see Malfoy leaning against the wall, arms crossed.
"What?" She sneered.
"Come," he's voice was firm yet there was something about it. She was confused, but she followed him. He lead her to the library, which was supposed to be closed, yet the door was wide open. He waited for her to go in, then he closed the door and locked it. The room was lit with very dim candles.
"What's all this?" Hermione asked him.
"I was practicing," he answered, somewhat ashamed of his answer. He walked to where his script lay on the table. She stood there, amazed with his determination to get his part.
"So why am I here?" She looked at him. The dim light reflected in his silver eyes, and it gave her goosebumps where he looked at her. She blushed slightly, but he didn't notice.
"You're going to practice with me," he ordered.
"Excuse me?" Now she was a bit mad. She couldn't believe that he was ordering her. She probably would have just shrugged and started to practice, if he had asked, but she hated the fact that he was ordering her.
"And if I say no?" She said. He just stood up, his piecing glare looked frightening in dim room. He took a few large strides, and ended up right in front of Hermione. She had to tilt her head up, just to see his face.
"You're not going to say no," He grabbed her elbow and forced her to the table. It was almost four in the morning.
"Malfoy, we're going to work on this later in the morning, why not wait?" He didn't say a thing, but picked up his script.
"Scene 7," he finally said.
"You didn't answer my question."
"Scene 7," he repeated. She grunted realizing that he wasn't going to answer.
"I don't have my script," she said in a ticked off tone. Malfoy swished his wand and Hermione's script appeared in his hand. He thrust the script in her face and waited for her to flip the pages. Silently she found the the right scene and looked up at him to start. He started with his line. She was shocked at the difference in his voice. It really sounded like he had the character's personality sorted out. He caught her looking at him, and she blushed again, then read out her line. They worked hard until the sun's first ray entered the library. Hermione stiffled a yawn, she was very tired.
"Time to go," Malfoy said, blowing out the candles. Her head felt heavy as she stood up. She glanced up to the library's clock. 6:15am. She covered her mouth as a yawn escaped.
"Hurry up, I'll walk you to your house," Malfoy grunted. She looked up at him with a confused look written on her face. He walked quicker than she did, and stopped abruptly in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady.
"I'll see you in a few hours," he muttered, leaving before she had a chance to say something. She mumbled the password and walked upstairs to her bedroom. She jumped into bed and slept for an hour before getting up again to get ready. She was too tired to pick out anything extraordinary, so she slipped on black sweat pants along with a low-cut black mid-driff top. She wrapped her long brown hair into a bun, then with script in hand, went to the Great Hall for breakfast.
"Morning Hermione," Harry and Ron greeted in snyc. She nodded her head, still groggy.
"Um, love your outfit. You look as if you're going to a dance rehearsel," Ron joked. She didn't reply, but filled her bowl with hot cereal instead.
"Are you alright Hermione?" Harry asked.
. "Just tired," she finally said something. She ate in silence, trying to find energy as Harry and Ron talked up a storm about the up-coming quidditch season. After breakfast, the play rehearsel's began. Professor Snape and his group started constucting the set as the costume designers talked with Professor McGonagall about costume drawings and ideas. The cast had to work alone for awhile, seeing as the two directors were busy.
"Okay listen up, we're going to start from scene 5," Malfoy spoke up.
"And who put you in charge?" Ron gave him this disgusted look.
"Watch it Weasley, you may play my father, but you're no where near my status in life," Malfoy snarled. The two began to argue, but the yelling faded as everyone was able to calm them down. Now that everyone had most of their lines memorized, the cast began to add actions to their words. Without any directions, arguments were popping up everywhere as the cast tried to figure out their own actions.
"You CAN'T stand there! You have to face the audience!!" Lavender yelled at Blaise.
"I can stand where ever I want TO!" Blaise yelled back. Hermione was too tired to stop the two, and a headache was brewing slowly in her head. Malfoy noticed Hermione sit down and grab her head. He walked over to her.
"Granger, you okay?" He asked roughly. She glanced up to see Malfoy looking at her, with a worried look on his face. It was the first time that she's ever seen that look.
"All this arguing is giving me a headache," she muttered. Malfoy stepped back and looked at the cast.
"Pathetic huh?" He asked.
"Yeah," Hermione agreed. He walked to where Lavender and Blaise were still yelling at each other.
"ENOUGH!" He screamed. The two girls shut up immediately.
"Ok, no more YELLING! This play has to go right if we plan on winning the most points! The reason Dumbledore made us do this was to GET ALONG with one another. All of us are in seventh year, so start acting like it!"
Hermione was impressed with Malfoy's attitude. The looks on everyone's faces was priceless. The Slytherins obviously sided with Malfoy, but even some Gryffindors (with the exception of Ron) had ashamed looks on their faces, them too agreeing with what Malfoy had just said.
"And since when did you become Mr. Sensitive?" Ron snarled.
"Ron," Hermione whined, "Malfoy's right. Please listen for once. All this yelling and screaming is giving me a huge headache."
Ron just looked at Hermione. He saw the pain in her eyes. It was so obvious. He felt sorry for her and gave her a quick hug.
"Ok Hermione," he whispered, then let go and stepped next to where Harry stood. They started up the scene once more, only this time Professor McGonagall walked over to see the accomplishments of the cast. Now under the direction of McGonagall the cast was able to get the right movements and actions for scenes one through three. After a short lunch break, everyone went back to work. They didn't start on the next scenes, but started to perfect the first few scenes. Malfoy was in none of the first three scenes but sat in the shadows and watched Hermione grafully play her part.
' She does it with such ease,' Malfoy thought, admiring her skills.
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A/N: Thanx again to everyone who reviewed! All reviews are very very very much appreciated!!!
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Hermione sighed, watching Malfoy's shadow leave the library. She didn't know what to think about him anymore. One minute she got along with him so well, and the next they were biting each other's head off! She gathered her stuff and walked to her room. She jumped into her bed and just lay there looking at the ceiling. It was late, and the next day was work on the play day, so she had to spend more time with Malfoy. She changed into a pair of bright blue pajama pants and a white tee-shirt and snuggled under her blanket. Within moments she was fast asleep.
Hermione woke up in a cold sweat, after a terrifing nightmare. She sat up and put her head in her hands trying to breath normally again. She couldn't remember what the dream was about, but she was suddenly scared of everything around her. She muttered a spell and the lights went on. She got up and put her hair into a loose ponytail, slipping on her slippers and a cozy red bath robe. Leaving her room, she made her way down the stairs and out of the Gryffindor tower, to the Prefect bathroom. Still tired, she dragged herself down the long corridors.
"Hey! Watch it!" A cold voice said. She looked up and saw Malfoy's very awake face.
"What are you doing up?" She asked groggily.
"None of your buisness Granger."
"Fine," she pushed him out of the way and continued her way to the bathroom. Minutes later she opened the door to see Malfoy leaning against the wall, arms crossed.
"What?" She sneered.
"Come," he's voice was firm yet there was something about it. She was confused, but she followed him. He lead her to the library, which was supposed to be closed, yet the door was wide open. He waited for her to go in, then he closed the door and locked it. The room was lit with very dim candles.
"What's all this?" Hermione asked him.
"I was practicing," he answered, somewhat ashamed of his answer. He walked to where his script lay on the table. She stood there, amazed with his determination to get his part.
"So why am I here?" She looked at him. The dim light reflected in his silver eyes, and it gave her goosebumps where he looked at her. She blushed slightly, but he didn't notice.
"You're going to practice with me," he ordered.
"Excuse me?" Now she was a bit mad. She couldn't believe that he was ordering her. She probably would have just shrugged and started to practice, if he had asked, but she hated the fact that he was ordering her.
"And if I say no?" She said. He just stood up, his piecing glare looked frightening in dim room. He took a few large strides, and ended up right in front of Hermione. She had to tilt her head up, just to see his face.
"You're not going to say no," He grabbed her elbow and forced her to the table. It was almost four in the morning.
"Malfoy, we're going to work on this later in the morning, why not wait?" He didn't say a thing, but picked up his script.
"Scene 7," he finally said.
"You didn't answer my question."
"Scene 7," he repeated. She grunted realizing that he wasn't going to answer.
"I don't have my script," she said in a ticked off tone. Malfoy swished his wand and Hermione's script appeared in his hand. He thrust the script in her face and waited for her to flip the pages. Silently she found the the right scene and looked up at him to start. He started with his line. She was shocked at the difference in his voice. It really sounded like he had the character's personality sorted out. He caught her looking at him, and she blushed again, then read out her line. They worked hard until the sun's first ray entered the library. Hermione stiffled a yawn, she was very tired.
"Time to go," Malfoy said, blowing out the candles. Her head felt heavy as she stood up. She glanced up to the library's clock. 6:15am. She covered her mouth as a yawn escaped.
"Hurry up, I'll walk you to your house," Malfoy grunted. She looked up at him with a confused look written on her face. He walked quicker than she did, and stopped abruptly in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady.
"I'll see you in a few hours," he muttered, leaving before she had a chance to say something. She mumbled the password and walked upstairs to her bedroom. She jumped into bed and slept for an hour before getting up again to get ready. She was too tired to pick out anything extraordinary, so she slipped on black sweat pants along with a low-cut black mid-driff top. She wrapped her long brown hair into a bun, then with script in hand, went to the Great Hall for breakfast.
"Morning Hermione," Harry and Ron greeted in snyc. She nodded her head, still groggy.
"Um, love your outfit. You look as if you're going to a dance rehearsel," Ron joked. She didn't reply, but filled her bowl with hot cereal instead.
"Are you alright Hermione?" Harry asked.
. "Just tired," she finally said something. She ate in silence, trying to find energy as Harry and Ron talked up a storm about the up-coming quidditch season. After breakfast, the play rehearsel's began. Professor Snape and his group started constucting the set as the costume designers talked with Professor McGonagall about costume drawings and ideas. The cast had to work alone for awhile, seeing as the two directors were busy.
"Okay listen up, we're going to start from scene 5," Malfoy spoke up.
"And who put you in charge?" Ron gave him this disgusted look.
"Watch it Weasley, you may play my father, but you're no where near my status in life," Malfoy snarled. The two began to argue, but the yelling faded as everyone was able to calm them down. Now that everyone had most of their lines memorized, the cast began to add actions to their words. Without any directions, arguments were popping up everywhere as the cast tried to figure out their own actions.
"You CAN'T stand there! You have to face the audience!!" Lavender yelled at Blaise.
"I can stand where ever I want TO!" Blaise yelled back. Hermione was too tired to stop the two, and a headache was brewing slowly in her head. Malfoy noticed Hermione sit down and grab her head. He walked over to her.
"Granger, you okay?" He asked roughly. She glanced up to see Malfoy looking at her, with a worried look on his face. It was the first time that she's ever seen that look.
"All this arguing is giving me a headache," she muttered. Malfoy stepped back and looked at the cast.
"Pathetic huh?" He asked.
"Yeah," Hermione agreed. He walked to where Lavender and Blaise were still yelling at each other.
"ENOUGH!" He screamed. The two girls shut up immediately.
"Ok, no more YELLING! This play has to go right if we plan on winning the most points! The reason Dumbledore made us do this was to GET ALONG with one another. All of us are in seventh year, so start acting like it!"
Hermione was impressed with Malfoy's attitude. The looks on everyone's faces was priceless. The Slytherins obviously sided with Malfoy, but even some Gryffindors (with the exception of Ron) had ashamed looks on their faces, them too agreeing with what Malfoy had just said.
"And since when did you become Mr. Sensitive?" Ron snarled.
"Ron," Hermione whined, "Malfoy's right. Please listen for once. All this yelling and screaming is giving me a huge headache."
Ron just looked at Hermione. He saw the pain in her eyes. It was so obvious. He felt sorry for her and gave her a quick hug.
"Ok Hermione," he whispered, then let go and stepped next to where Harry stood. They started up the scene once more, only this time Professor McGonagall walked over to see the accomplishments of the cast. Now under the direction of McGonagall the cast was able to get the right movements and actions for scenes one through three. After a short lunch break, everyone went back to work. They didn't start on the next scenes, but started to perfect the first few scenes. Malfoy was in none of the first three scenes but sat in the shadows and watched Hermione grafully play her part.
' She does it with such ease,' Malfoy thought, admiring her skills.
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