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Chapter Two: Polish Can do Strange Things to the Mind.
Or
Detention
If you will remember, Hermione and Draco were assigned to polish trophies and oil armor, Ron was to scrub bedpans, and Harry was to help Snape. this should be fun.
Hermione walked up to the trophy room, reluctant to go in there because of the work, but her heart dragging her forward because of her want to see Draco again. she stepped in to see Draco already there, with an unreadable expression on his face. She nodded to him, unsure of how he would react if she smiled, or perhaps if she actually spoke to him. Draco returned the nod, his eyes gleaming in a shrewd, calculative manner.
Hermione picked up some of the supplies obviously left out by Filch earlier (a small jar of polish and a rag) and began absentmindedly polishing a Quidditch trophy. Draco grabbed up a rag, dipped it in Hermione's jar of polish, and began scrubbing at a Head Boy plaque next to the trophy. Hermione's hand brushed his as she polished the left edge. She looked up, into eyes filled with surprise. Surely there would be a confrontation now?
"I'm sorry." Hermione said, looking the part truly. Surprisingly, Draco didn't yell at her and curse her bum off.
"It's alright, Hermione." Draco replied, smiling gently in a forgiving way, looking rather strange. (Draco Malfoy smiling? 0.o)
"Wait... what did you call me?" Hermione answered incredulously.
"I called you 'Hermione'." Draco replied, sounding as if it were the most natural thing in the world to go around calling former enemies by their first name in a friendly manner.
"But...why?" Hermione answered, suspicion rising.
"Because it's your name." Draco smiled sincerely.
Hermione just went back to her work, glancing occasionally over at him, still wary. Draco just continued polishing, his mind occasionally occupied with her beautiful face. They worked on this way for some time, until there were about five trophies left. Draco had finally worked up the nerve to do what he had been trying to all night; to ask Hermione to the Yule Ball. He spoke up as she finished yet another Award for Special Services to the School.
"Hermione?" he asked innocently.
"Yes, Draco?" she replied curtly.
"Would you like to go to the Yule Ball with me?" he questioned.
"Wait. You just asked me to go to the Yule Ball with you, didn't you?" Hermione said, sounding as if she was convinced she was delirious. This was an impossible thing to be happening; all her dreams were coming true right there, in front of her.
"Uh, yes. That's if you don't have someone to go with already." He added apologetically.
"No, no I don't have a date already. I'd be really happy to go with you." Hermione replied, surprised and happy.
"Wonderful. Splendid!" Draco laughed, "I'll meet you at the foot of the stairs in the Great Hall at seven, okay?"
"Alright." Hermione replied. She was completely shocked; she was going to the Yule Ball with her former arch nemesis, Draco Malfoy. He had insulted her on previous occasions to the point of what she had thought no return. Yet, quite contrastingly, she had forgiven him, and even developed a great love for him, greater than she had ever loved anyone before. How was this possible? They worked on in silence, each focusing on the task of polishing with preoccupied thoughts of the other.
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Hermione made her way exhaustedly back to Gryffindor Tower around midnight. She met Harry at the portrait hole.
"How'd it go?" he asked, stifling a yawn.
"Wonderful. I'm going to the Yule Ball with Draco." Hermione replied dreamily, gliding quickly across the Common Room to the girls' staircase.
"WHAT?!" Harry practically yelled. But it was to no avail; Hermione was already up the stairs in her bed. And so the plot thickens...
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Chapter Two: Polish Can do Strange Things to the Mind.
Or
Detention
If you will remember, Hermione and Draco were assigned to polish trophies and oil armor, Ron was to scrub bedpans, and Harry was to help Snape. this should be fun.
Hermione walked up to the trophy room, reluctant to go in there because of the work, but her heart dragging her forward because of her want to see Draco again. she stepped in to see Draco already there, with an unreadable expression on his face. She nodded to him, unsure of how he would react if she smiled, or perhaps if she actually spoke to him. Draco returned the nod, his eyes gleaming in a shrewd, calculative manner.
Hermione picked up some of the supplies obviously left out by Filch earlier (a small jar of polish and a rag) and began absentmindedly polishing a Quidditch trophy. Draco grabbed up a rag, dipped it in Hermione's jar of polish, and began scrubbing at a Head Boy plaque next to the trophy. Hermione's hand brushed his as she polished the left edge. She looked up, into eyes filled with surprise. Surely there would be a confrontation now?
"I'm sorry." Hermione said, looking the part truly. Surprisingly, Draco didn't yell at her and curse her bum off.
"It's alright, Hermione." Draco replied, smiling gently in a forgiving way, looking rather strange. (Draco Malfoy smiling? 0.o)
"Wait... what did you call me?" Hermione answered incredulously.
"I called you 'Hermione'." Draco replied, sounding as if it were the most natural thing in the world to go around calling former enemies by their first name in a friendly manner.
"But...why?" Hermione answered, suspicion rising.
"Because it's your name." Draco smiled sincerely.
Hermione just went back to her work, glancing occasionally over at him, still wary. Draco just continued polishing, his mind occasionally occupied with her beautiful face. They worked on this way for some time, until there were about five trophies left. Draco had finally worked up the nerve to do what he had been trying to all night; to ask Hermione to the Yule Ball. He spoke up as she finished yet another Award for Special Services to the School.
"Hermione?" he asked innocently.
"Yes, Draco?" she replied curtly.
"Would you like to go to the Yule Ball with me?" he questioned.
"Wait. You just asked me to go to the Yule Ball with you, didn't you?" Hermione said, sounding as if she was convinced she was delirious. This was an impossible thing to be happening; all her dreams were coming true right there, in front of her.
"Uh, yes. That's if you don't have someone to go with already." He added apologetically.
"No, no I don't have a date already. I'd be really happy to go with you." Hermione replied, surprised and happy.
"Wonderful. Splendid!" Draco laughed, "I'll meet you at the foot of the stairs in the Great Hall at seven, okay?"
"Alright." Hermione replied. She was completely shocked; she was going to the Yule Ball with her former arch nemesis, Draco Malfoy. He had insulted her on previous occasions to the point of what she had thought no return. Yet, quite contrastingly, she had forgiven him, and even developed a great love for him, greater than she had ever loved anyone before. How was this possible? They worked on in silence, each focusing on the task of polishing with preoccupied thoughts of the other.
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Hermione made her way exhaustedly back to Gryffindor Tower around midnight. She met Harry at the portrait hole.
"How'd it go?" he asked, stifling a yawn.
"Wonderful. I'm going to the Yule Ball with Draco." Hermione replied dreamily, gliding quickly across the Common Room to the girls' staircase.
"WHAT?!" Harry practically yelled. But it was to no avail; Hermione was already up the stairs in her bed. And so the plot thickens...