Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, so please don't sue! They all belong to JK Rowling, but I do own the story!
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As Hermione became Cinderella, she secretly glanced over to where Malfoy sat, not knowing why she was. He sat casually on a block, his arms crossed, focused on the task at hand. Even though she was tired, she felt compelled to work hard. After all, Malfoy was. It felt weird to compete with Malfoy, the way she was at that moment.
When rehearsels where done, she dragged her tired body to her room, where she didn't bother to change, she just snuggled into her warm bed and closed her eyes. Just as she was falling asleep, a large owl swooped into her room. She was exhausted, but she sat up and took the letter from its leg. She opened it and read.
Hermione,
Come up to the library.
Malfoy
She sighed.
"What does he want now!" She groaned as she got up. She grabbed her script, knowing he probably wanted to read over more scenes. When she got to small room, there was Malfoy (no surprise there), but without his script. Instead, there was a glass on the table.
"What's this?" She asked. A smile creeped on Malfoy's face.
' Wow, another first,' Hermione thought, thinking about his smile.
"Sit," he ordered pulling out a chair. She followed his order and sat.
"It's a home remedy. Drink it. It'll cure the headache," he explained. She lifted the glass and brought it to her lips. It had a foul smell to it. She wrinkled her nose, then put the glass back down.
"I don't trust you," her eyes narrowed in suspision. He pretened to be shocked.
"You don't trust me? The great Draco Malfoy?" He kidded around. She giggled, then became serious again.
"Really Malfoy, why are you doing this?"
"Well, you really looked sick today, and I realized that it was probably because I made you practice with me earlier this morning. So, I need my Cinderella to get better so we can practice some more," he said with a smile. When he smiled, she felt warmth within her. She gazed into his eyes and began to wonder if she should trust him. She lifted the glass once more and placed her lips on the edge of the glass. Slowly she tipped the glass up and the cold liquid ran down her thoart. She nearly choked as she finished the bitter brew.
"That was horrible!" Hermione commented as she wiped her lips on a napkin.
"Don't worry, it'll work," Malfoy chuckled. He sat opposite her, and just stared. Hermione couldn't help but stare back.
"So," Malfoy broke the silence, "How do you like this whole idea about two houses putting on a play?"
She took a moment to reflect on the question.
"I must admit that at first, I thought this was just a waste of time," she started, "but I'm really enjoying myself."
"Yeah," he nodded, "Me too."
She stood up, getting ready to leave, and try and get some sleep.
"Listen I have to get back, but thank you so much for the potion thing," she told him. He stood up and walked up to her. He placed a hand on her cheek, gently stroking it. Hermione brought her hand to his, softly pulling it away, but Malfoy just took both her hands and placed them around his neck. With one of his hands on the back of her hand, he brought her face closer to his. She looked into his eyes. They seemed so comforting now, and she got lost in them. His lips brushed lightly on hers. She closed her eyes, still not realizing what was happening. It lasted only a few seconds, and as Malfoy was leaning in for seconds, Hermione pulled back, snapping back to reality. She unhooked his hands, which where now around her waist, and stepped back.
"We shouldn't," she whispered. She looked once more into those silver eyes of his, then turned around and walked away.
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Hey hey! Sorry if you guys think this is a short chapter, but I just have to end it here! Anyways click the review button at the bottom of this page and send the review! The more reviews I get, the faster I put up the next chapter!!! hehe!
-Baby T
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As Hermione became Cinderella, she secretly glanced over to where Malfoy sat, not knowing why she was. He sat casually on a block, his arms crossed, focused on the task at hand. Even though she was tired, she felt compelled to work hard. After all, Malfoy was. It felt weird to compete with Malfoy, the way she was at that moment.
When rehearsels where done, she dragged her tired body to her room, where she didn't bother to change, she just snuggled into her warm bed and closed her eyes. Just as she was falling asleep, a large owl swooped into her room. She was exhausted, but she sat up and took the letter from its leg. She opened it and read.
Hermione,
Come up to the library.
Malfoy
She sighed.
"What does he want now!" She groaned as she got up. She grabbed her script, knowing he probably wanted to read over more scenes. When she got to small room, there was Malfoy (no surprise there), but without his script. Instead, there was a glass on the table.
"What's this?" She asked. A smile creeped on Malfoy's face.
' Wow, another first,' Hermione thought, thinking about his smile.
"Sit," he ordered pulling out a chair. She followed his order and sat.
"It's a home remedy. Drink it. It'll cure the headache," he explained. She lifted the glass and brought it to her lips. It had a foul smell to it. She wrinkled her nose, then put the glass back down.
"I don't trust you," her eyes narrowed in suspision. He pretened to be shocked.
"You don't trust me? The great Draco Malfoy?" He kidded around. She giggled, then became serious again.
"Really Malfoy, why are you doing this?"
"Well, you really looked sick today, and I realized that it was probably because I made you practice with me earlier this morning. So, I need my Cinderella to get better so we can practice some more," he said with a smile. When he smiled, she felt warmth within her. She gazed into his eyes and began to wonder if she should trust him. She lifted the glass once more and placed her lips on the edge of the glass. Slowly she tipped the glass up and the cold liquid ran down her thoart. She nearly choked as she finished the bitter brew.
"That was horrible!" Hermione commented as she wiped her lips on a napkin.
"Don't worry, it'll work," Malfoy chuckled. He sat opposite her, and just stared. Hermione couldn't help but stare back.
"So," Malfoy broke the silence, "How do you like this whole idea about two houses putting on a play?"
She took a moment to reflect on the question.
"I must admit that at first, I thought this was just a waste of time," she started, "but I'm really enjoying myself."
"Yeah," he nodded, "Me too."
She stood up, getting ready to leave, and try and get some sleep.
"Listen I have to get back, but thank you so much for the potion thing," she told him. He stood up and walked up to her. He placed a hand on her cheek, gently stroking it. Hermione brought her hand to his, softly pulling it away, but Malfoy just took both her hands and placed them around his neck. With one of his hands on the back of her hand, he brought her face closer to his. She looked into his eyes. They seemed so comforting now, and she got lost in them. His lips brushed lightly on hers. She closed her eyes, still not realizing what was happening. It lasted only a few seconds, and as Malfoy was leaning in for seconds, Hermione pulled back, snapping back to reality. She unhooked his hands, which where now around her waist, and stepped back.
"We shouldn't," she whispered. She looked once more into those silver eyes of his, then turned around and walked away.
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Hey hey! Sorry if you guys think this is a short chapter, but I just have to end it here! Anyways click the review button at the bottom of this page and send the review! The more reviews I get, the faster I put up the next chapter!!! hehe!
-Baby T