it was four in the morning, draco lay flat on his back, lying in his bed in the large bedroom he had been living in his whole life. he had been having the strangest dream, something about a girl and himself. only that he could not remember how the girl looked like. he frowned, sat up and then thought about his girlfriend, Pansy Parkinson. then another girl, with long curly brown hair and large, brown eyes came into view - hermoine, the filthy little mudblood he hated. and yet, he longed to see her again. her bouncy hair, her fiery eyes...draco blinked. what was wrong with him? ever since her saw her last year at the yule ball, her couldn't forget her.
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that very night, he was with pansy, she was wearing her best pink frock and walking side by side with him to the entrance hall. and then, he saw HER, hermoine, but she didn't look like hermoine at all. she looked...different, her hair was no longer bushy, but sleek and shiny, twisted up in an elegant knot at the back of her head. her robes made of floaty, periwinkle-blue material and she was standing tall and poised. she looked...ravishing. she was gorgeous. he remembered seeing his girlfriend's mouth open in astonishment and then moved but no words could come out. she was stunned too. he felt his mouth hanging slighty and then composed himself and walked away, forgetting even to insult her.
then he led pansy at the dance floor, only it seemed as if pansy was leading HIM to the dance floor. he danced aimlessly, stepping on pansy's feet several times. pansy talked and talked and talked but he couldn't hear a thing. all he could think of was hermoine, how beautiful she looked, how tall and slim..and slender. just then, pansy screamed at him, it was then he realised he was dancing with her, and it was as if someone had turned the volume up, cause he heard a eye piercing scream that woke him. it was pansy, she was white with anger and was shouting, "ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME? HELLO? WAKE UP MALFOY!"
he turned to look at her and then was puzzled, what had he done wrong?
"huh?" he replied, confused.
"HAVE YOU BEEN LISTENING TO ME AT ALL? FORGET IT, I'M LEAVING"
he stood there, and watched her, not knowing what to say.
"WE'RE THROUGH, AND I DONT EVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!"
he blinked and replied, "fine."
she stared at him, her mouth hanging. then she burst into tears and ran out of the hall, crying histerically.
he shook his head and returned to his dormitory, "girls.." he muttered.
and took a last look at hermoine, now giggling to something Viktor Krum had said.
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he took a deep breath and thought about the time when he had called her a mudblood. she had been hurt by his words then, and her good friend, ron weasley, had tried to curse him. 'with brains like that, he wants to curse me?', he thought, smiling. unfortunately, he didn't think she liked him. he shook his head sadly and nodded off to sleep again.
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that very night, he was with pansy, she was wearing her best pink frock and walking side by side with him to the entrance hall. and then, he saw HER, hermoine, but she didn't look like hermoine at all. she looked...different, her hair was no longer bushy, but sleek and shiny, twisted up in an elegant knot at the back of her head. her robes made of floaty, periwinkle-blue material and she was standing tall and poised. she looked...ravishing. she was gorgeous. he remembered seeing his girlfriend's mouth open in astonishment and then moved but no words could come out. she was stunned too. he felt his mouth hanging slighty and then composed himself and walked away, forgetting even to insult her.
then he led pansy at the dance floor, only it seemed as if pansy was leading HIM to the dance floor. he danced aimlessly, stepping on pansy's feet several times. pansy talked and talked and talked but he couldn't hear a thing. all he could think of was hermoine, how beautiful she looked, how tall and slim..and slender. just then, pansy screamed at him, it was then he realised he was dancing with her, and it was as if someone had turned the volume up, cause he heard a eye piercing scream that woke him. it was pansy, she was white with anger and was shouting, "ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME? HELLO? WAKE UP MALFOY!"
he turned to look at her and then was puzzled, what had he done wrong?
"huh?" he replied, confused.
"HAVE YOU BEEN LISTENING TO ME AT ALL? FORGET IT, I'M LEAVING"
he stood there, and watched her, not knowing what to say.
"WE'RE THROUGH, AND I DONT EVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!"
he blinked and replied, "fine."
she stared at him, her mouth hanging. then she burst into tears and ran out of the hall, crying histerically.
he shook his head and returned to his dormitory, "girls.." he muttered.
and took a last look at hermoine, now giggling to something Viktor Krum had said.
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he took a deep breath and thought about the time when he had called her a mudblood. she had been hurt by his words then, and her good friend, ron weasley, had tried to curse him. 'with brains like that, he wants to curse me?', he thought, smiling. unfortunately, he didn't think she liked him. he shook his head sadly and nodded off to sleep again.