Author's Note: Thank you to the people who reviewed chapter one. I hope
this story will be to everyone's liking.
Chapter 2: Unwelcome Thoughts
Hermione tapped her foot impatiently. Draco was late. She looked down at her watch. They had agreed to meet at noon, it was twelve oh two! She sighed impatiently.
Draco walked into the library, and sat down next to Hermione. "Sorry, early quidditch practice." "Well, we have to finish this, its due Monday." Draco nodded, and they began to work on the potion.
Draco stole glances over the book he was reading. "She's quite pretty." He thought. Over the years, her hair had lost some of its bushy element, and become curly, with natural ringlets that hung about her face. Her eyes were usually brown, but when she was angry, they flashed like ice.
Draco wondered vaguely what to do over this situation. Doing something about it could get him disowned, but he really didn't care about that. He had his own private vault, and Voldemort was close to defeated, so he didn't need to worry about Death Eater retaliation. Frowning slightly, he watched her, trying to figure out what was going on.
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"Oh, god, oh, god, he is watching me, what am I supposed to do? Maybe he thinks I'm pretty. Why would he think that? And of course I wouldn't care, I don't fancy him or- oh no, oh no." Hermione shook her head hard. "You ok?" he asked, looking a bit worried. "Yes." she answered, reminding herself of his concern because they had become friends. Or had they? "I don't know." echoed through her head. Shaking her head again, she began to go over the properties with him.
~*~ Meanwhile, in the Gryffindor Common Room.. ~*~
"I can't believe she's spending a Saturday at the bloody library with HIM, assignment or not." Ron said, shaking his head.
Ginny smiled to herself as Harry agreed. She caught Mira, Ron's pretty sixth girlfriend's eye, and they rolled eyes at each other. Ginny leaned her head against Harry's shoulder, murmuring, "I'm cold." Harry reached and arm around her and gave her a quick kiss.
"You two boys are blind, you know that, right?" Mira said, sitting in Ron's lap. "What are you talking about?" Harry said in annoyance, "Did I forget my glasses or something?" Ginny shook her head. "Not LITERALLY blind. Figure it out." Harry and Ron looked at each other, and Ron shrugged.
"They. Like. Each. Other." said Mira. "Need we spell it out more?" asked Ginny. Ron shook his head. "Ridiculous, of course they don't." Ginny and Mira grinned as Harry shook his own head. "He's so rude; he would never fall for Hermione, and she's to clever for that." Ginny smiled. "Our Slytherin friend Monique- you know, one of the "unfaithful" Slytherins, said that Draco is so much nicer now. His grandparents gave him his own independent vault, so he doesn't have to do everything his father says anymore." Ron rolled his eyes. He didn't trust the group of "unfaithful Slytherins". They were Slytherins who didn't take pride in pureblood, and befriended the other houses.
Harry shook his head. "I just can't see that happening." Ginny climbed onto his lap, wrapping her arms about his neck. "I think you need convincing, Mr. Potter." He grinned, and wrapped his arms about her waist. "Well, cherry, are you going to convince me?" She smiled, and leaned her head to his, when, "Ahem."
It was Hermione, returned from the library. Harry and Ginny broke apart, blushing. Hermione tutted. "What can't you see happening?" "Us stopping public displays of affection." said Harry smoothly, giving Ginny a quick kiss on the neck. Ron snorted. Hermione laughed slightly. "I have to go back there tomorrow. We have to finish the essay." Mira smiled. "Getting along well, are you?" she asked, as Ron played with her necklace. Hermione smiled. "He's so much nicer now. Ever since he got his own vault, and doesn't have to worry about his father kicking him out, he can act like his true self. He can be quite funny." The smile had grown, wider, and her eyes had lit up as she talked. Mira and Ginny exchanged glances. Hermione began to study her arithmancy, Ginny "let" Harry drag her off somewhere, and Ron and Mira went to I don't want to know.
Hermione's eyes where on her book, but her mind was very much elsewhere. She couldn't get him out her head. This wasn't good. She couldn't like him. No matter how nice he was, or how smart, or the fact that he was the best looking boy in seventh year.stop!
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Author's Note: The chapters will get longer, I promise. Review!
Chapter 2: Unwelcome Thoughts
Hermione tapped her foot impatiently. Draco was late. She looked down at her watch. They had agreed to meet at noon, it was twelve oh two! She sighed impatiently.
Draco walked into the library, and sat down next to Hermione. "Sorry, early quidditch practice." "Well, we have to finish this, its due Monday." Draco nodded, and they began to work on the potion.
Draco stole glances over the book he was reading. "She's quite pretty." He thought. Over the years, her hair had lost some of its bushy element, and become curly, with natural ringlets that hung about her face. Her eyes were usually brown, but when she was angry, they flashed like ice.
Draco wondered vaguely what to do over this situation. Doing something about it could get him disowned, but he really didn't care about that. He had his own private vault, and Voldemort was close to defeated, so he didn't need to worry about Death Eater retaliation. Frowning slightly, he watched her, trying to figure out what was going on.
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"Oh, god, oh, god, he is watching me, what am I supposed to do? Maybe he thinks I'm pretty. Why would he think that? And of course I wouldn't care, I don't fancy him or- oh no, oh no." Hermione shook her head hard. "You ok?" he asked, looking a bit worried. "Yes." she answered, reminding herself of his concern because they had become friends. Or had they? "I don't know." echoed through her head. Shaking her head again, she began to go over the properties with him.
~*~ Meanwhile, in the Gryffindor Common Room.. ~*~
"I can't believe she's spending a Saturday at the bloody library with HIM, assignment or not." Ron said, shaking his head.
Ginny smiled to herself as Harry agreed. She caught Mira, Ron's pretty sixth girlfriend's eye, and they rolled eyes at each other. Ginny leaned her head against Harry's shoulder, murmuring, "I'm cold." Harry reached and arm around her and gave her a quick kiss.
"You two boys are blind, you know that, right?" Mira said, sitting in Ron's lap. "What are you talking about?" Harry said in annoyance, "Did I forget my glasses or something?" Ginny shook her head. "Not LITERALLY blind. Figure it out." Harry and Ron looked at each other, and Ron shrugged.
"They. Like. Each. Other." said Mira. "Need we spell it out more?" asked Ginny. Ron shook his head. "Ridiculous, of course they don't." Ginny and Mira grinned as Harry shook his own head. "He's so rude; he would never fall for Hermione, and she's to clever for that." Ginny smiled. "Our Slytherin friend Monique- you know, one of the "unfaithful" Slytherins, said that Draco is so much nicer now. His grandparents gave him his own independent vault, so he doesn't have to do everything his father says anymore." Ron rolled his eyes. He didn't trust the group of "unfaithful Slytherins". They were Slytherins who didn't take pride in pureblood, and befriended the other houses.
Harry shook his head. "I just can't see that happening." Ginny climbed onto his lap, wrapping her arms about his neck. "I think you need convincing, Mr. Potter." He grinned, and wrapped his arms about her waist. "Well, cherry, are you going to convince me?" She smiled, and leaned her head to his, when, "Ahem."
It was Hermione, returned from the library. Harry and Ginny broke apart, blushing. Hermione tutted. "What can't you see happening?" "Us stopping public displays of affection." said Harry smoothly, giving Ginny a quick kiss on the neck. Ron snorted. Hermione laughed slightly. "I have to go back there tomorrow. We have to finish the essay." Mira smiled. "Getting along well, are you?" she asked, as Ron played with her necklace. Hermione smiled. "He's so much nicer now. Ever since he got his own vault, and doesn't have to worry about his father kicking him out, he can act like his true self. He can be quite funny." The smile had grown, wider, and her eyes had lit up as she talked. Mira and Ginny exchanged glances. Hermione began to study her arithmancy, Ginny "let" Harry drag her off somewhere, and Ron and Mira went to I don't want to know.
Hermione's eyes where on her book, but her mind was very much elsewhere. She couldn't get him out her head. This wasn't good. She couldn't like him. No matter how nice he was, or how smart, or the fact that he was the best looking boy in seventh year.stop!
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Author's Note: The chapters will get longer, I promise. Review!