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Hermione stepped out of the portal leading to her common room warily. Her boy friend was no where in sight. She breathed a sigh of relief and allowed her water pistol to hang limp in her grasp.
"Hermione?" She whirled around, startled, to see Draco looking at her with confusion.
"Stay back! I mean it." She held her gun threateningly.
Draco smiled. "Some times I worry about you."
"What do you want?" Hermione asked relaxing slightly.
"To walk you to breakfast." Draco said easily.
"Oh, alright." She put her gun in her back pack and took Draco's outstretched hand.
They arrived at the Great Hall and parted smoothly, each walking to their respective tables.
Hermione flopped down opposite of Harry. Harry gave her a worried glance. "Are you all right Hermione?"
Hermione nodded as she stirred her porridge. "Just tired."
Harry nodded, understandingly. Ron joined them with a cheerful look on his face. "Well, that was the best night's sleep I've ever had!" He exclaimed happily.
Harry and Hermione shot him fiery glares. "Wow, you to are just full of cheer aren't you?" Ron's voice dripped with sarcasm.
Once breakfast was over, Hermione headed to the library. She needed some study time to herself and to try and cool the fires of paranoia within her.
She found a table in the corner surrounded by bookshelves. She sat and opened her book quietly. She had not been reading for five minutes when she heard a rustle from around the corner.
"Hermione?" Draco appeared around the corner. "Are you alright?"
Hermione sighed. "Yes Draco, I'm fine."
Draco sat beside her. "I hope you won't take offense if I don't believe you." She closed her book and hung her head. "I'm just tired that's all."
He raised her chin to look at him. "No, that's not all. What's wrong with you?" His silver eyes probed hers.
She heaved another sigh. "I think I'm paranoid." She confessed softly.
Draco smiled "You think? You won't even sit with me in class anymore."
"Well, how can I trust you? I can't when I think you're out to get me twenty four seven."
Draco nodded. "Paranoia or not, I want to study with you tonight in my common room." He invited in a commanding tone.
Hermione shook her head immediately "No."
Draco's silver eyes became sorrowful. He brushed a piece of her hair behind her ear. "Please. . . I miss you."
"Fine. You win. I'll go." Hermione covered her face with her hands.
Draco's whole form brightened. "Thank you dear." He said as he rose and walked away.
"You're welcome." Hermione muttered, allowing her forehead to fall onto the table.
That night Hermione trudged to the dungeons and to the blackened wall of her boyfriend's lair. She whispered the password and the wall slid open to reveal a silver and green decorated common room.
Draco was sitting alone on the deep green velvet couch. Everyone else was already asleep. Draco looked up from the book opened in his lap and smiled. "Hello Hermione. Have a seat." He gestured to the cushion beside him.
She sighed, telling herself that she should trust Draco. He said he wasn't after her and she should believe him.
On the other hand, however, he was a Slytherin and had deceived her plenty before.
No. She told herself firmly. You are paranoid. Go sit on the nice couch with the nice books and the nice fire.
She took a deep breath and sat gently beside Draco. He grinned at her. "Forgot how to walk?" He asked.
"Ha, ha you know I'm paranoid so back off." Hermione shot back, picking up a Herbology book. He placed an arm around her shoulders, causing her to look up at him. He looked her in the eyes. "So you trust me?"
Hermione considered this "I guess so." She began flipping through the pages of her book searching for the correct page.
Draco turned to pick up a book himself, "Hermione?"
"Yes?" Hermione answered still flipping through pages.
"That was your first mistake."
She looked up to see Draco's water gun pointing at her chest. Hermione's jaw dropped, but before she could say anything an icy stream of water shot into her chest, drenching her in freezing liquid.
"Draco Malfoy!!!!!"
Draco shrugged tossing his gun from one hand to the other. "I told you I'd cure your paranoia."
Hermione paused. That was true. He was right. She glared at the platinum blonde in irritation. Then suddenly she lunged at him, gripping his throat in her hands.
He grabbed her wrists with his hands and flipped her body to pin her to the couch. "Hermione! It was just a game. Relax."
She struggled against his hold but got nowhere and gave up with an irritated sigh. "I hate you." She remarked flatly.
Draco laughed "No you don't." He countered, brushing his lips across hers.
"What in the name of Salazar is going on here!" Both students heard professor Snape's voice cause their blood to run cold.
Draco leapt off the couch immediately. "Professor! We were just.. I can explain!"
"Then start explaining." Snape hissed as Hermione rose off the couch.
"We were wrestling and, well, yeah." Hermione said "But ah, it's getting late and I think, ah, I should go now."
"Go on Ms. Granger I'll be sure to report this to Minerva."
Hermione froze. At least she had some time to create an excuse.
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Hermione stepped out of the portal leading to her common room warily. Her boy friend was no where in sight. She breathed a sigh of relief and allowed her water pistol to hang limp in her grasp.
"Hermione?" She whirled around, startled, to see Draco looking at her with confusion.
"Stay back! I mean it." She held her gun threateningly.
Draco smiled. "Some times I worry about you."
"What do you want?" Hermione asked relaxing slightly.
"To walk you to breakfast." Draco said easily.
"Oh, alright." She put her gun in her back pack and took Draco's outstretched hand.
They arrived at the Great Hall and parted smoothly, each walking to their respective tables.
Hermione flopped down opposite of Harry. Harry gave her a worried glance. "Are you all right Hermione?"
Hermione nodded as she stirred her porridge. "Just tired."
Harry nodded, understandingly. Ron joined them with a cheerful look on his face. "Well, that was the best night's sleep I've ever had!" He exclaimed happily.
Harry and Hermione shot him fiery glares. "Wow, you to are just full of cheer aren't you?" Ron's voice dripped with sarcasm.
Once breakfast was over, Hermione headed to the library. She needed some study time to herself and to try and cool the fires of paranoia within her.
She found a table in the corner surrounded by bookshelves. She sat and opened her book quietly. She had not been reading for five minutes when she heard a rustle from around the corner.
"Hermione?" Draco appeared around the corner. "Are you alright?"
Hermione sighed. "Yes Draco, I'm fine."
Draco sat beside her. "I hope you won't take offense if I don't believe you." She closed her book and hung her head. "I'm just tired that's all."
He raised her chin to look at him. "No, that's not all. What's wrong with you?" His silver eyes probed hers.
She heaved another sigh. "I think I'm paranoid." She confessed softly.
Draco smiled "You think? You won't even sit with me in class anymore."
"Well, how can I trust you? I can't when I think you're out to get me twenty four seven."
Draco nodded. "Paranoia or not, I want to study with you tonight in my common room." He invited in a commanding tone.
Hermione shook her head immediately "No."
Draco's silver eyes became sorrowful. He brushed a piece of her hair behind her ear. "Please. . . I miss you."
"Fine. You win. I'll go." Hermione covered her face with her hands.
Draco's whole form brightened. "Thank you dear." He said as he rose and walked away.
"You're welcome." Hermione muttered, allowing her forehead to fall onto the table.
That night Hermione trudged to the dungeons and to the blackened wall of her boyfriend's lair. She whispered the password and the wall slid open to reveal a silver and green decorated common room.
Draco was sitting alone on the deep green velvet couch. Everyone else was already asleep. Draco looked up from the book opened in his lap and smiled. "Hello Hermione. Have a seat." He gestured to the cushion beside him.
She sighed, telling herself that she should trust Draco. He said he wasn't after her and she should believe him.
On the other hand, however, he was a Slytherin and had deceived her plenty before.
No. She told herself firmly. You are paranoid. Go sit on the nice couch with the nice books and the nice fire.
She took a deep breath and sat gently beside Draco. He grinned at her. "Forgot how to walk?" He asked.
"Ha, ha you know I'm paranoid so back off." Hermione shot back, picking up a Herbology book. He placed an arm around her shoulders, causing her to look up at him. He looked her in the eyes. "So you trust me?"
Hermione considered this "I guess so." She began flipping through the pages of her book searching for the correct page.
Draco turned to pick up a book himself, "Hermione?"
"Yes?" Hermione answered still flipping through pages.
"That was your first mistake."
She looked up to see Draco's water gun pointing at her chest. Hermione's jaw dropped, but before she could say anything an icy stream of water shot into her chest, drenching her in freezing liquid.
"Draco Malfoy!!!!!"
Draco shrugged tossing his gun from one hand to the other. "I told you I'd cure your paranoia."
Hermione paused. That was true. He was right. She glared at the platinum blonde in irritation. Then suddenly she lunged at him, gripping his throat in her hands.
He grabbed her wrists with his hands and flipped her body to pin her to the couch. "Hermione! It was just a game. Relax."
She struggled against his hold but got nowhere and gave up with an irritated sigh. "I hate you." She remarked flatly.
Draco laughed "No you don't." He countered, brushing his lips across hers.
"What in the name of Salazar is going on here!" Both students heard professor Snape's voice cause their blood to run cold.
Draco leapt off the couch immediately. "Professor! We were just.. I can explain!"
"Then start explaining." Snape hissed as Hermione rose off the couch.
"We were wrestling and, well, yeah." Hermione said "But ah, it's getting late and I think, ah, I should go now."
"Go on Ms. Granger I'll be sure to report this to Minerva."
Hermione froze. At least she had some time to create an excuse.
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One more chapter to go. Stick around for the fun!