Note: I feel like this one took me forever to get started on. Well, I've been lazy. I've had school work, test, homework. Everything. I do try to get these out as soon as possible. Like I say all the time, THANKS for the reviews. I noticed I had failed to mention whether or not Hermione is head girl seeing as she is in her seventh year. Now that I am seven chapters in I don't know if I just want to bring in the fact that she could be head girl. I need your opinion on this one people. I don't want to just surprise you with something out of the blue. I am sorry. This is my fault for not completely covering all aspects when I wrote the second chapter. I had started this story on a whim and wasn't sure if I liked it or not. Now I can't quit writing it. Sorry, I babble. Lol. But anyway, back on topic, tell me if you would mind me bringing in the concept that she is the head girl. I mean in all reality we are still only in the second month of their school year, but it's your choice. I'll shut up now. I just had to argue my point. You know what, I want some romance to happen in this story. Don't you agree? I'm just not a fan of having them fall in love. There has got to be concrete evidence. Lol. Maybe not that strict, but reasonable belief.
Chapter eight:
Meetings and interruptions
"The best way to escape from a problem is to solve it." - Alan Saporta
About one week after the incident in the library, Halloween was finally upon us. Thank God it landed on a Saturday. Draco hadn't found anything in the book, unfortunately. Hermione had not touched the book she had taken from the library. It still sat on her desk in her room. They had gotten an A on the paper Draco turned into Professor Reyes. They had not had a meeting or seen each other, since that night in the library, outside of class.
While they were in class, they didn't wave, smile, talk or even acknowledge the other's presence. To Hermione and Draco the other simply did not exist.
Hermione wasn't to sure why they both were on this no talking to the other. It was just a feeling shared between them. I don't want to talk, don't talk to me kind of thing. (Make sense?) They could practically feel the other's reluctance to talk.
The great hall was filled with excitement, Hermione noted as she stepped into the bustling mass of students all scampering to get to their seats for breakfast, eager to get the day over with.
Hermione sat down in her spot to be greeted by the warm welcome of Harry and Ron's smiles. "So, how was your night?"
"Good," Hermione responded as she placed a waffle on her plate. "Yours?" She asked Ron as she cut her waffle into six equal pieces.
Ron began to laugh, "Hermione, the perfectionist," he chuckled.
Hermione looked up at him and then down at her six equal pieces of waffles. She too began to laugh softly. "Shut up, Ron," she snapped playfully as she shoved a piece in her mouth.
As soon as breakfast was over, Hermione made it to her favorite place in all of Hogwarts. (Can anybody guess where that is?) She had to research on the extra credit assignment from Professor Binns. The History of Halloween.
Hermione pushed open the oak doors leading to the library. One other figure resided in its walls on this magnificent, sunny, Halloween, Saturday morning. Draco…
Hermione completely ignored his presence and made her way over to a secluded area behind a book shelf. She grabbed a book off the shelf that looked like it could be of some help to her subject. She began flipping through its pages.
Hermione was soon lost in the great words of many writers before her time. Entranced by the wonderful, flowing way they explained their beautiful theories. Enraptured by the breathtaking way the word drifted together in an almost melodious way. So caught up in these words, she nearly fell from her chair when a book was slammed down onto her table.
Startled, she looked up into the calculating eyes of Draco Malfoy, "What could you possibly want?" She barked.
"God, what's got you panties in a wad?"
"Nothing," she snapped. "Now, spit out what you want or get going."
"I was wondering if you found anything on the necklace?"
Hermione, who had calmed down reasonably, looked back up at him. "I didn't know I was supposed to be looking."
"Yea, that's why I asked you to help," Draco said like she was stupid.
"Well, I didn't look." Hermione began to work on her paper again.
Draco sat down in front of her, anger flashing across his features. "Listen you dolt-"
Present day…
"Dad, do you think I could interrupt you," Haley stifles a yawn. "But it's getting late and we still haven't eaten dinner." She looked up at him from her spot next to the fire.
"We didn't?" Draco looked baffled as he looked down at her form, wrapped in an oversized blue sweater.
"No, let me recap for you. You got home, we went to the mall. I said, 'why don't we eat here.' You didn't want anything they had. So we came home. Now, I'm hungry." Chloe enlightened her dad. "I do think it's time for dinner." Her statement was backed up by a loud grumbling from her stomach.
Draco laughed at them both, standing up and pulling Hermione along with him. "I suggest we go make them dinner,"
Hermione and Draco started for the kitchen, followed closely by Haley and Chloe.
Draco conjures a dinner and they all sit down. Dinner was comfortable. Draco and Hermione sat through the whole thing listening to their daughters discuss what they had heard about the story so far.
Both agreed that they didn't like Liam. That Draco and Hermione should have fallen 'so deeply in love' by now. That Draco should stick up for Hermione more and that Draco had the cutest attitude when he was younger.
Finally, Chloe and Haley finished their dinner, gave their mom and dad a hug good-night and rushed upstairs.
Hermione stood and started to charm the dishes to wash themselves, when Draco stepped up behind her, kissing her neck. "I like this walk down memory lane. I'm surprised we remember it down to the very last detail."
"I would never forget anything as important as the year we fell in love, Draco dearest."
"Me either," He kissed her lips as she turned around. Their hands entwined and they walked upstairs, to get ready for bed.
"Hate has a reason for everything. But love is unreasonable." - V. Raiuhes Ahaefvthe
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