Disclaimer: Must I go through this every time? They aren't mine . . . or are they?
A/N: Many thanks to my lovely reviewers. You rock my socks. Oh, and if you don't know who you are (though you really should), here are your names: Mia Phoenixfeather, fierydragn, ILUVFFS, Hermione Double, and omelette du fromage. Thanks so much!
Sorry I haven't posted in ages. I realize I said I wouldn't update every other day, but that doesn't mean it should take me over a month. Of course, I do have more than one chapter for you today! Yay! Just don't expect this all the time. And here it is . . .
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Draco Malfoy's icy grey eyes skimmed over the Great Hall. He was looking for something, though he wasn't quite sure what. Draco gazed past the Hogwarts' staff table, the near empty Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables, and landed on the middle of the Gryffindor table. Hermione Granger was sitting with her head on Harry Potter's shoulder, looking forlorn. Harry's arm was around Hermione, as though he was comforting her.
'Wonder what's wrong with Granger,' Draco thought absently. 'Not that I care . . . much,' a voice at the back of his head added.
Draco had found himself thinking of Hermione a lot recently, and not just in a typical "she's a dirty Mudblood" fashion. He kept picturing himself holding Hermione, walking down the halls, her fingers interlocked with his. Just now Draco felt the sudden want to kiss away Hermione's frown, and couldn't for the life of him figure out why.
"I don't pity her, do I?" Draco wondered out loud. "And I know I don't fancy her . . . "
"Who? Who don't you fancy, Draco?" Pansy Parkinson asked, sitting down next to him.
"Hmm? Oh, Ginny Weasley. Someone thought I fancied her."
"Don't let it bother you, Draco. As long as you know it's not true, I'm sure everything will be fine."
Draco smiled at Pansy, wondering when she became so smart on the subject. Ge glanced over at the Gryffindor table again, only to see Hermione looking back at him. She quickly turned away, blushing.
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A/N: So, have you figured out who that boy in the dream was? Kind of obvious, really. Anywho, I'm off to get the third chapter started. Yay! Be sure to review. Thanks so much!
Love always,
The Flexi Child
A/N: Many thanks to my lovely reviewers. You rock my socks. Oh, and if you don't know who you are (though you really should), here are your names: Mia Phoenixfeather, fierydragn, ILUVFFS, Hermione Double, and omelette du fromage. Thanks so much!
Sorry I haven't posted in ages. I realize I said I wouldn't update every other day, but that doesn't mean it should take me over a month. Of course, I do have more than one chapter for you today! Yay! Just don't expect this all the time. And here it is . . .
¤
Draco Malfoy's icy grey eyes skimmed over the Great Hall. He was looking for something, though he wasn't quite sure what. Draco gazed past the Hogwarts' staff table, the near empty Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables, and landed on the middle of the Gryffindor table. Hermione Granger was sitting with her head on Harry Potter's shoulder, looking forlorn. Harry's arm was around Hermione, as though he was comforting her.
'Wonder what's wrong with Granger,' Draco thought absently. 'Not that I care . . . much,' a voice at the back of his head added.
Draco had found himself thinking of Hermione a lot recently, and not just in a typical "she's a dirty Mudblood" fashion. He kept picturing himself holding Hermione, walking down the halls, her fingers interlocked with his. Just now Draco felt the sudden want to kiss away Hermione's frown, and couldn't for the life of him figure out why.
"I don't pity her, do I?" Draco wondered out loud. "And I know I don't fancy her . . . "
"Who? Who don't you fancy, Draco?" Pansy Parkinson asked, sitting down next to him.
"Hmm? Oh, Ginny Weasley. Someone thought I fancied her."
"Don't let it bother you, Draco. As long as you know it's not true, I'm sure everything will be fine."
Draco smiled at Pansy, wondering when she became so smart on the subject. Ge glanced over at the Gryffindor table again, only to see Hermione looking back at him. She quickly turned away, blushing.
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A/N: So, have you figured out who that boy in the dream was? Kind of obvious, really. Anywho, I'm off to get the third chapter started. Yay! Be sure to review. Thanks so much!
Love always,
The Flexi Child