Hermione turned to look into the cold gray eyes of who other than . .
.
"Malfoy." She stated. "Yes as a matter of fact I am rather cold." She said, shivering. She looked at him, waiting for him to speak.
If he's not going to say anything, I'm just going to go inside.
She thought to herself. He raised his eyebrows teasingly, almost threatening. Hermione rolled her eyes and turned away, running right into a tall redhead.
"Fred!" She exclaimed, backing away.
"No, wait, listen, Hermione!" He said, grabbing her forearm. "I just want to apologize!" Hermione looked from Fred to his grasp on her arm and tried to pull away.
"I don't want to speak to you." She told him, without looking him in the eye. His grip became tighter.
"I just came to apologize! For a second!"
"How did you know I was out here?" She said coldly.
"I borrowed the Maurder's map." (SP?)
"borrowed?" She inquired.
"Okay, so I stole it." He confessed, smiling deviously. Hermione pulled away harder and still he wouldn't let go.
"Let- me- go." She glared up into his eyes and pulled hard. He let go and she flew back, right into Malfoy's arms. Shocked, she froze. Fred laughed, a cold, evil laugh.
"What in bloody hell's wrong with you?" Draco said, gently setting her down.
"What?" Fred asked, taken back.
"I said, 'what in bloody hell's wrong with you?'" He said slowly, mockingly.
"Listen Malfoy-"
"No, you listen, Weasly." He sneered. "You're right, I don't like Granger much, but at least I have some decency! God, you just throw the girl after her parents died yesterday?"
"Well, um," Fred weakly countered. Hermione was surprised by the way he could make Fred back down.
Strong and sort of charming. . .
She thought to herself. But then she remembered who she was talking about. When she looked up, Draco was standing over her, offering his hand.
"You alright?" He asked.
"I think so," She said, inspecting herself.
"Thank you. A lot." She said, once he pulled her up. He smiled for a quick second.
"Don't mention it." He paused. "Ever." With that, he turned and walked away. Hermione stood, shocked, and watched until she saw Fred enter the castle first, and then Draco. Fred probably still had the Maurder's map, so Hermione quickly made her way back to the dormitory and locked the door, quietly, so not to disturb her sleeping classmates.
She wasn't tired, but what was she going to do, sit in the common room and wait for Fred to join her?
In the morning she awoke to the sounds of girls restlessly getting up and yawning. She sat up and then laid back down.
"Need anything, Hermione?" Ginny asked, still in her bedclothes. Hermione smiled.
"No thanks." She said shaking her head. "I had the weirdest dream last-" Thinking about it, she realized it wasn't a dream.
"Oh my God!" She said, her eyes wide.
"What?"
"Last night . . . I was out walking around outside, and Fred came up, and you know, he was being rather pushy and all of a sudden I flew right into Malfoy."
"Wow. Did he push you off or something?" Ginny asked, now sitting.
"No, actually, he stuck up for me." Hermione bit her lip and sat back down. "Listen Ginny, don't tell Ron or Harry. Especially not Ron. He'd be so . . . both of them would be so angry that I was even talking to him,"
"I won't." She said and grabbed some clothes. "You coming down?" She smiled. Hermione looked at one of the only girls she could call a friend. A grade younger, she was about Hermione's height and weight, maybe a little skinner, with straighter and red hair, very soft and silky. She and Ron had almost the exact same color eyes. Hermione smiled,
"I don't know yet, send one of them up when you're down, will you? I don't want to run into Fred."
"Sure thing." Ginny grinned and ran into the bathroom, already running late. Hermione didn't bother putting on her robes, she knew Harry or Ron would bring up a muffin or something for breakfast and she could change later for the second half of classes. She knew she wasn't going to miss another Potions, especially with Malfoy.
Okay, if there is a such thing as Fred fans, I'm sorry. He's just so easy to pick on. And I hope my description of Ginny is okay, what is she, in her forth year in this story? Haha, isn't it ironic that I don't know?
"Malfoy." She stated. "Yes as a matter of fact I am rather cold." She said, shivering. She looked at him, waiting for him to speak.
If he's not going to say anything, I'm just going to go inside.
She thought to herself. He raised his eyebrows teasingly, almost threatening. Hermione rolled her eyes and turned away, running right into a tall redhead.
"Fred!" She exclaimed, backing away.
"No, wait, listen, Hermione!" He said, grabbing her forearm. "I just want to apologize!" Hermione looked from Fred to his grasp on her arm and tried to pull away.
"I don't want to speak to you." She told him, without looking him in the eye. His grip became tighter.
"I just came to apologize! For a second!"
"How did you know I was out here?" She said coldly.
"I borrowed the Maurder's map." (SP?)
"borrowed?" She inquired.
"Okay, so I stole it." He confessed, smiling deviously. Hermione pulled away harder and still he wouldn't let go.
"Let- me- go." She glared up into his eyes and pulled hard. He let go and she flew back, right into Malfoy's arms. Shocked, she froze. Fred laughed, a cold, evil laugh.
"What in bloody hell's wrong with you?" Draco said, gently setting her down.
"What?" Fred asked, taken back.
"I said, 'what in bloody hell's wrong with you?'" He said slowly, mockingly.
"Listen Malfoy-"
"No, you listen, Weasly." He sneered. "You're right, I don't like Granger much, but at least I have some decency! God, you just throw the girl after her parents died yesterday?"
"Well, um," Fred weakly countered. Hermione was surprised by the way he could make Fred back down.
Strong and sort of charming. . .
She thought to herself. But then she remembered who she was talking about. When she looked up, Draco was standing over her, offering his hand.
"You alright?" He asked.
"I think so," She said, inspecting herself.
"Thank you. A lot." She said, once he pulled her up. He smiled for a quick second.
"Don't mention it." He paused. "Ever." With that, he turned and walked away. Hermione stood, shocked, and watched until she saw Fred enter the castle first, and then Draco. Fred probably still had the Maurder's map, so Hermione quickly made her way back to the dormitory and locked the door, quietly, so not to disturb her sleeping classmates.
She wasn't tired, but what was she going to do, sit in the common room and wait for Fred to join her?
In the morning she awoke to the sounds of girls restlessly getting up and yawning. She sat up and then laid back down.
"Need anything, Hermione?" Ginny asked, still in her bedclothes. Hermione smiled.
"No thanks." She said shaking her head. "I had the weirdest dream last-" Thinking about it, she realized it wasn't a dream.
"Oh my God!" She said, her eyes wide.
"What?"
"Last night . . . I was out walking around outside, and Fred came up, and you know, he was being rather pushy and all of a sudden I flew right into Malfoy."
"Wow. Did he push you off or something?" Ginny asked, now sitting.
"No, actually, he stuck up for me." Hermione bit her lip and sat back down. "Listen Ginny, don't tell Ron or Harry. Especially not Ron. He'd be so . . . both of them would be so angry that I was even talking to him,"
"I won't." She said and grabbed some clothes. "You coming down?" She smiled. Hermione looked at one of the only girls she could call a friend. A grade younger, she was about Hermione's height and weight, maybe a little skinner, with straighter and red hair, very soft and silky. She and Ron had almost the exact same color eyes. Hermione smiled,
"I don't know yet, send one of them up when you're down, will you? I don't want to run into Fred."
"Sure thing." Ginny grinned and ran into the bathroom, already running late. Hermione didn't bother putting on her robes, she knew Harry or Ron would bring up a muffin or something for breakfast and she could change later for the second half of classes. She knew she wasn't going to miss another Potions, especially with Malfoy.
Okay, if there is a such thing as Fred fans, I'm sorry. He's just so easy to pick on. And I hope my description of Ginny is okay, what is she, in her forth year in this story? Haha, isn't it ironic that I don't know?