Title: Firefly
Chapter 7: You and Me
Author: Kitty Malfoy
A/N: OK, sorry the last chapter was so short, once again. Thanks for all the reviews - this one should be a bit longer. Love you all, and read on!
Credits: Nothing But You by Kim Ferron
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A picture of Harry flashed in her mind and her hands that had been previously pinned between their chests pushed him forcibly away; at the same time keeping their lips in contact longer than anything else.
Draco struggled to hold on to Hermione as she wriggled and pushed her way out of his grasp. Hermione fell to the ground - hard. Instantly, her mind was cleared and the superhuman strength that she had previously felt left her like petals in the wind. She scrambled backwards until her back hit a jagged wall. She let out a gasp as a sharp outcropping smashed into her back. Pushing her back against the wall she forced herself into a standing position.
"Hermione?" Draco called out.
She could hear as well as feel the Whoosh! of hair as he moved his hands around him - searching for her.
Hermione shuffled to the side and her foot connected with a piece of rubble.
She had found the stairs.
When Draco finally thought to cast the 'lumos' spell Hermione was already halfway up the pile of debris. Dirt and small pebbles were dislodged and tumbled down the rocky incline. Draco held his hand far from his face - leaving it mostly cloaked in shadow.
"Granger." He muttered, "Where are you going?"
Hermione flinched as Draco reverted back to calling her by her last name.
"Harry is my past, present, and future." She replied, continuing her climb up the rocks. Draco started after her. Slowly making his way up the rubble he was making more progress than she was. With the golden globe of light that hovered above his wand tip he was able to see the large stones and avoid them faster than Hermoine had.
"Stay down there, damnit." She muttered to herself and reaching up tapped the back of the statue. It sprung aside and milky white light streamed down into the tunnel. "Just go to Hogsmeade by yourself." She exclaimed, loud enough, this time, for Draco to hear.
She heard him chuckle as he found a better handhold and pulled himself farther up. "I can't do that."
Getting a firm grip of the ledge above her, Hermione pulled herself upwards. Soon she was standing beside the statue. Her silhouette blocking out most of the light, reverting most of the tunnel back into shadow.
" 'What lies behind us and what lies before us are small matters compared to what lies within us.' " Draco said. Hermione froze, and looked stonily down at the darkness where his voice had come from.
"Ralph Waldo Emerson." Hermione replied, "A famous essayist and poet from the 19th-century."
"A wise man." Draco said. Hermione looked again and his pale head became visible in the weak light. She had to make her retreat before he reached the top.
"Most wise men are foolish," She retorted, brushing the dirt off of her skirt. She turned to go, but Draco called out again.
"What about our bet?" It had been his card up his sleeve. Hermione could never resist a challenge and she would rather die than admit defeat to a Malfoy. A superior smirk fell across his chiseled features and he pulled himself up, until he was standing just beneath the ledge.
Hermione answered without hesitation, "You win." And then she was gone.
*********
After she had found Harry and completely explained her bet with Malfoy, she had retired to her room, complaining of a headache. She stared at her own reflection as she ran her mahogany brush through her wavy curls. Opening her drawer she pulled out a bottle of vanilla lotion and began to rub it into her arms and legs. Looking back into the mirror at her vanity something lying on her bed caught her eye.
Turning around, she stood slowly and walked the five feet to her bed. Laying on it was a crumpled pile of green silk. For a minute she just stared at it. Then she reached out and ran her fingers over it. Her own chipping polish matching it's emerald color and her trailing fingers leaving tiny pathways over the cloth.
A knock on the door caused her to frantically grab the silk item and she threw it into her closet. Waving her hand the closet doors closed with a bang and she turned back to the door. She opened it and looked out. She began to close it again, but Draco held it firmly open.
"Granger." He started.
"I don't care. I don't feel the same way about you. That kiss was a mistake. Please, just leave me alone." She insisted, closing the door. Draco didn't try to stop her, but before the door completely closed - blocking him out, he asked her a question. "Where's my robe, Granger?"
She waited holding her breath until she heard him turn around and start back down the stairs. She let a sigh and pushed off of her door. Walking slowly and determinedly to her closet the doors opened and she bent down and retrieved the robe that she had flung inside in such a rush.
Holding it to her chest to she made her way back to her bed. Rational Hermione was pushed aside as she pulled on the Slytherin robe and climbed into bed. She couldn't be falling for a Slytherin...and a Malfoy, at that. It was impossible. And yet, she found herself picturing the smirking blond as she pulled the silky material of the robe tighter around her and drifted off to sleep.
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THINK I'LL GO FOR A WALK
MAYBE OUT IN THE RAIN
Hermione had escaped the common room without incident. A downpour of rain that beat down on her windows had woken Hermione in the wee hours of the morning. Walking out the main doors she stepped out into the same pouring rain that had awoken her.
She was immediately drenched and soaked to the bone. Her hair was plastered to her face in a wild torrent of wind, and her pajamas and robe clung to her; slightly hindering her movement. As she walked she tried to sort out her thoughts. School had started barely a week ago and already her life was in shambles. She had the perfect boyfriend and yet she hadn't had any time alone with him the whole time they'd had the chance. And then there was Draco. Malfoy.
If only she hadn't taken that stupid bet. Then she wouldn't have learned the things about him that no one else knew. His secrets - his dreams. It was all too much for Hermione to digest. In that one car ride she had shared more things with him than she had shared with anyone, even Harry.
MAYBE THERE'LL BE TEARS ROLLING DOWN MY FACE
AND I'D FEEL THE PAIN
Now she didn't even know what she felt anymore. Towards Harry; towards Draco. Her face tilted upwards and her eyes scanning the dark, rolling clouds, she felt the tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. Her chin quivered and her lips trembled as emotion washed over her. Tears of self-pity and confusion slid down her rain-slicked cheeks. She cried and cried until her salty tears mixed and were lost in the waves of rain.
MAYBE THINK ABOUT SOMETHING
MAYBE THINK ABOUT YOU
'Sitting beneath a weeping willow - how ironic.' Hermione thought to herself, and leaned back against the cold trunk. Despite her best efforts she could not stop the flow of tears that fell from her hazel eyes, that had turned a deep melancholy navy, nor could she stop her thoughts from drifting to a certain blonde-haired Slytherin.
YEAH YOU CAN'T HURT ME NOW
YOU KNOW YOU CAN'T HURT ME NOW
YOU CAN'T HOLD ME DOWN
AND I'VE GOT PLENTY OF TIME
TIME TO FIGURE IT OUT
TIME TO THINK ABOUT YOU AND ME
WHATEVER THAT WAS ALL ABOUT
Hermione sniffed, and rubbed at her runny nose. What she wouldn't give for some chocolate right about now and a nice soak in a warm bath. She shivered, and admonished herself for not grabbing something warmer to wear before she had gone outside. She sighed and closed her eyes trying figure things out.
GOT NOTHING TO PROVE
GOT NOTHING TO SAY
NO I'M GUESSING I NEVER THOUGHT YOU WERE GOOD FOR ME ANYWAY
GOT NOTHING TO LOSE
NOTHING BUT YOU
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I THINK I'LL GO FOR A RIDE
TIL MY MEMORY FADES
Draco floored the accelerator and sped dangerously down slippery roads. The pounding of the rain on the roof of his car filled his head like the pounding of brass drums. Violent music blared from his radio at an ear-splitting volume but it was only a whisper to him. Hazel eyes that were constantly changing haunted him. They were always watching him.
ROLL DOWN THE WINDOWS AND GLIDE
DOWN 75 TO THE EVERGLADES
At the press of a button the top of his Jaguar sprung backwards and the rain poured down into his car. The car sped faster as he turned off the main road. The car fishtailed and skidded across the grass as he swerved to a stop on the edge of a bluff.
MAYBE LIGHT UP A JOINT
AND TAKE A WALK ON THE MOON
Draco took a long drag on his cigarette, and smoke billowed out from his nose. Rain doused the cigarette and Draco flicked it away with a growl.
YEAH YOU CAN'T REACH MY NOW
YOU KNOW YOU CAN'T TOUCH ME NOW
YOU CAN'T HOLD ME DOWN
Draco breathed deeply glad to be free of Her presence. He was finally able to breathe and think rationally.
AND I'VE GOT PLENTY OF TIME
TIME TO FIGURE IT OUT
TIME TO THINK ABOUT YOU AND ME
WHATEVER THAT WAS ALL ABOUT
He had to focus on the bet. After all, it was his car that was at stake. He'd just fuck her and get it over with. Pushing himself off from where he was leaning against the hood of his car, he stalked around to the driver's side and got back into the car.
GOT NOTHING TO PROVE
GOT NOTHING TO SAY
NO I'M GUESSING I NEVER THOUGHT YOU WERE GOOD FOR ME ANYWAY
GOT NOTHING TO LOSE
NOTHING BUT YOU
NOTHING BUT YOU
*********
WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO UNKING
WHY DO I HAVE TO BE SO INCLINED
TO LOOSE MY MIND?
*********
Both Hermione and Draco looked up at the sky as the rain stopped and the clouds drifted apart revealing the golden sun.
The broad shafts of light engulfed Hermione and immediately began to warm her and dry her tears.
WELL I'VE GOT PLENTY OF TIME
TIME TO FIGURE IT OUT
TIME TO THINK ABOUT YOU AND ME
WHATEVER THAT WAS ALL ABOUT
Standing up, Hermione made her way back up the grassy grounds. Her flip-flops became covered in the wet grass as she slogged her way up to the castle, and the smell of wet grass wafted around her.
GOT NOTHING TO PROVE
GOT NOTHING TO SAY
NO I'M GUESSING I NEVER THOUGHT YOU WERE GOOD FOR ME ANYWAY
GOT NOTHING TO LOSE
NOTHING BUT YOU
OOOO, NOTHING BUT YOU
YEAH, N-N-NOTHING
A black Jaguar Roadster swerved onto Hogwarts' main path just as the large doors closed on Hermione's retreating form.
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After the wanted bath and chocolate gorging, Hermione got ready for lunch. With her large maroon towel wrapped around her torso she strode quickly into her large walk-in closet.
"Something different. Something that'll knock their socks off..." she mumbled to herself. Making her way to the back of the closet she pulled out an outfit and grinned.
*********
Draco left his room and closed his door behind him. The sound of another door closing echoed his and he looked up to see Hermione stepping out of her room. His jaw fell to the floor.
She wore a pure white sundress that tied behind her neck like a halter. The entire back was lace up revealing her pale skin. Her long legs were made longer by the knee-high, white, leather platforms. Her honey brown hair was no longer wavy but twisted into tight sausage, corkscrew curls that bounced every which way as she walked.
She breezed past him and out of the common room.
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Pushing both of the doors open she strutted into the Great Hall, and made her way over to the Gryffindor ignoring the stares and catcalls. Harry and Ron looked up and stared at her in shock. She grinned at them and gave 'em a cheeky wave. She slid into her spot and started putting food on her plate. "Are we on for Hogsmeade tonight?" she asked.
Harry's eyes were bugging out of his skull and she snickered at him as he tried to form a reply. "Um...y-y-y-yeah."
"Hermione!" Ron exclaimed, finally finding his voice. She looked up at her best friend through her long black lashes and smirked. "Wow!" he said in awe. Reaching across the table he grabbed one of her curls and pulled it straight. He let it go and his eyes went wider as it sprung back into place. He reached out to grab another one, and Hermione slapped his hand.
"Ron, please." She exclaimed in exasperation, but she smiled too.
Harry was still gaping like a fish and pointing dumbly at her. "Wha? B-but-...when?" He stuttered. Hermione laughed out loud and her curls bounced on her shoulders. She kissed his cheek. "I just felt like doing something new." She said sipping at her ice tea. She pouted, "You don't like it?"
Harry kissed her softly and she closed her eyes. "I love it." He replied. She opened her eyes and saw Draco smiling at her. She blinked and it was Harry who smiled back at her.
She glanced at the Slytherin table and saw Draco lounging practically parallel to her. He wasn't bothering to hide his obvious stare, and she was glad that Harry was too focused on her to notice Malfoy's attentions.
Deciding to ignore him, she turned back to Harry and Ron, and began to converse animatedly with them on how best to embarrass Snape. Laughing and chatting with her friends distracted her; making her forget completely about Malfoy and the issues between them.
Malfoy did not.
*********
The entire afternoon passed by with Hermione never leaving the company of Harry or Ron - much to Draco's annoyance. He finally retired to his room and waited until five o'clock, when the students would be able to visit the small village of Hogsmeade. He would bide his time. He could be patient.
But soon...
Soon he would have her.
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R & R! Thanks to everyone who has reviewed - there's been a lot of you! I hope you liked this chapter, I did it on Thanksgiving, so I was sort of high on turkey, so I hope it's still good.
Kitty Malfoy
(^ ^)
Chapter 7: You and Me
Author: Kitty Malfoy
A/N: OK, sorry the last chapter was so short, once again. Thanks for all the reviews - this one should be a bit longer. Love you all, and read on!
Credits: Nothing But You by Kim Ferron
*********
A picture of Harry flashed in her mind and her hands that had been previously pinned between their chests pushed him forcibly away; at the same time keeping their lips in contact longer than anything else.
Draco struggled to hold on to Hermione as she wriggled and pushed her way out of his grasp. Hermione fell to the ground - hard. Instantly, her mind was cleared and the superhuman strength that she had previously felt left her like petals in the wind. She scrambled backwards until her back hit a jagged wall. She let out a gasp as a sharp outcropping smashed into her back. Pushing her back against the wall she forced herself into a standing position.
"Hermione?" Draco called out.
She could hear as well as feel the Whoosh! of hair as he moved his hands around him - searching for her.
Hermione shuffled to the side and her foot connected with a piece of rubble.
She had found the stairs.
When Draco finally thought to cast the 'lumos' spell Hermione was already halfway up the pile of debris. Dirt and small pebbles were dislodged and tumbled down the rocky incline. Draco held his hand far from his face - leaving it mostly cloaked in shadow.
"Granger." He muttered, "Where are you going?"
Hermione flinched as Draco reverted back to calling her by her last name.
"Harry is my past, present, and future." She replied, continuing her climb up the rocks. Draco started after her. Slowly making his way up the rubble he was making more progress than she was. With the golden globe of light that hovered above his wand tip he was able to see the large stones and avoid them faster than Hermoine had.
"Stay down there, damnit." She muttered to herself and reaching up tapped the back of the statue. It sprung aside and milky white light streamed down into the tunnel. "Just go to Hogsmeade by yourself." She exclaimed, loud enough, this time, for Draco to hear.
She heard him chuckle as he found a better handhold and pulled himself farther up. "I can't do that."
Getting a firm grip of the ledge above her, Hermione pulled herself upwards. Soon she was standing beside the statue. Her silhouette blocking out most of the light, reverting most of the tunnel back into shadow.
" 'What lies behind us and what lies before us are small matters compared to what lies within us.' " Draco said. Hermione froze, and looked stonily down at the darkness where his voice had come from.
"Ralph Waldo Emerson." Hermione replied, "A famous essayist and poet from the 19th-century."
"A wise man." Draco said. Hermione looked again and his pale head became visible in the weak light. She had to make her retreat before he reached the top.
"Most wise men are foolish," She retorted, brushing the dirt off of her skirt. She turned to go, but Draco called out again.
"What about our bet?" It had been his card up his sleeve. Hermione could never resist a challenge and she would rather die than admit defeat to a Malfoy. A superior smirk fell across his chiseled features and he pulled himself up, until he was standing just beneath the ledge.
Hermione answered without hesitation, "You win." And then she was gone.
*********
After she had found Harry and completely explained her bet with Malfoy, she had retired to her room, complaining of a headache. She stared at her own reflection as she ran her mahogany brush through her wavy curls. Opening her drawer she pulled out a bottle of vanilla lotion and began to rub it into her arms and legs. Looking back into the mirror at her vanity something lying on her bed caught her eye.
Turning around, she stood slowly and walked the five feet to her bed. Laying on it was a crumpled pile of green silk. For a minute she just stared at it. Then she reached out and ran her fingers over it. Her own chipping polish matching it's emerald color and her trailing fingers leaving tiny pathways over the cloth.
A knock on the door caused her to frantically grab the silk item and she threw it into her closet. Waving her hand the closet doors closed with a bang and she turned back to the door. She opened it and looked out. She began to close it again, but Draco held it firmly open.
"Granger." He started.
"I don't care. I don't feel the same way about you. That kiss was a mistake. Please, just leave me alone." She insisted, closing the door. Draco didn't try to stop her, but before the door completely closed - blocking him out, he asked her a question. "Where's my robe, Granger?"
She waited holding her breath until she heard him turn around and start back down the stairs. She let a sigh and pushed off of her door. Walking slowly and determinedly to her closet the doors opened and she bent down and retrieved the robe that she had flung inside in such a rush.
Holding it to her chest to she made her way back to her bed. Rational Hermione was pushed aside as she pulled on the Slytherin robe and climbed into bed. She couldn't be falling for a Slytherin...and a Malfoy, at that. It was impossible. And yet, she found herself picturing the smirking blond as she pulled the silky material of the robe tighter around her and drifted off to sleep.
*********
THINK I'LL GO FOR A WALK
MAYBE OUT IN THE RAIN
Hermione had escaped the common room without incident. A downpour of rain that beat down on her windows had woken Hermione in the wee hours of the morning. Walking out the main doors she stepped out into the same pouring rain that had awoken her.
She was immediately drenched and soaked to the bone. Her hair was plastered to her face in a wild torrent of wind, and her pajamas and robe clung to her; slightly hindering her movement. As she walked she tried to sort out her thoughts. School had started barely a week ago and already her life was in shambles. She had the perfect boyfriend and yet she hadn't had any time alone with him the whole time they'd had the chance. And then there was Draco. Malfoy.
If only she hadn't taken that stupid bet. Then she wouldn't have learned the things about him that no one else knew. His secrets - his dreams. It was all too much for Hermione to digest. In that one car ride she had shared more things with him than she had shared with anyone, even Harry.
MAYBE THERE'LL BE TEARS ROLLING DOWN MY FACE
AND I'D FEEL THE PAIN
Now she didn't even know what she felt anymore. Towards Harry; towards Draco. Her face tilted upwards and her eyes scanning the dark, rolling clouds, she felt the tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. Her chin quivered and her lips trembled as emotion washed over her. Tears of self-pity and confusion slid down her rain-slicked cheeks. She cried and cried until her salty tears mixed and were lost in the waves of rain.
MAYBE THINK ABOUT SOMETHING
MAYBE THINK ABOUT YOU
'Sitting beneath a weeping willow - how ironic.' Hermione thought to herself, and leaned back against the cold trunk. Despite her best efforts she could not stop the flow of tears that fell from her hazel eyes, that had turned a deep melancholy navy, nor could she stop her thoughts from drifting to a certain blonde-haired Slytherin.
YEAH YOU CAN'T HURT ME NOW
YOU KNOW YOU CAN'T HURT ME NOW
YOU CAN'T HOLD ME DOWN
AND I'VE GOT PLENTY OF TIME
TIME TO FIGURE IT OUT
TIME TO THINK ABOUT YOU AND ME
WHATEVER THAT WAS ALL ABOUT
Hermione sniffed, and rubbed at her runny nose. What she wouldn't give for some chocolate right about now and a nice soak in a warm bath. She shivered, and admonished herself for not grabbing something warmer to wear before she had gone outside. She sighed and closed her eyes trying figure things out.
GOT NOTHING TO PROVE
GOT NOTHING TO SAY
NO I'M GUESSING I NEVER THOUGHT YOU WERE GOOD FOR ME ANYWAY
GOT NOTHING TO LOSE
NOTHING BUT YOU
*********
I THINK I'LL GO FOR A RIDE
TIL MY MEMORY FADES
Draco floored the accelerator and sped dangerously down slippery roads. The pounding of the rain on the roof of his car filled his head like the pounding of brass drums. Violent music blared from his radio at an ear-splitting volume but it was only a whisper to him. Hazel eyes that were constantly changing haunted him. They were always watching him.
ROLL DOWN THE WINDOWS AND GLIDE
DOWN 75 TO THE EVERGLADES
At the press of a button the top of his Jaguar sprung backwards and the rain poured down into his car. The car sped faster as he turned off the main road. The car fishtailed and skidded across the grass as he swerved to a stop on the edge of a bluff.
MAYBE LIGHT UP A JOINT
AND TAKE A WALK ON THE MOON
Draco took a long drag on his cigarette, and smoke billowed out from his nose. Rain doused the cigarette and Draco flicked it away with a growl.
YEAH YOU CAN'T REACH MY NOW
YOU KNOW YOU CAN'T TOUCH ME NOW
YOU CAN'T HOLD ME DOWN
Draco breathed deeply glad to be free of Her presence. He was finally able to breathe and think rationally.
AND I'VE GOT PLENTY OF TIME
TIME TO FIGURE IT OUT
TIME TO THINK ABOUT YOU AND ME
WHATEVER THAT WAS ALL ABOUT
He had to focus on the bet. After all, it was his car that was at stake. He'd just fuck her and get it over with. Pushing himself off from where he was leaning against the hood of his car, he stalked around to the driver's side and got back into the car.
GOT NOTHING TO PROVE
GOT NOTHING TO SAY
NO I'M GUESSING I NEVER THOUGHT YOU WERE GOOD FOR ME ANYWAY
GOT NOTHING TO LOSE
NOTHING BUT YOU
NOTHING BUT YOU
*********
WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO UNKING
WHY DO I HAVE TO BE SO INCLINED
TO LOOSE MY MIND?
*********
Both Hermione and Draco looked up at the sky as the rain stopped and the clouds drifted apart revealing the golden sun.
The broad shafts of light engulfed Hermione and immediately began to warm her and dry her tears.
WELL I'VE GOT PLENTY OF TIME
TIME TO FIGURE IT OUT
TIME TO THINK ABOUT YOU AND ME
WHATEVER THAT WAS ALL ABOUT
Standing up, Hermione made her way back up the grassy grounds. Her flip-flops became covered in the wet grass as she slogged her way up to the castle, and the smell of wet grass wafted around her.
GOT NOTHING TO PROVE
GOT NOTHING TO SAY
NO I'M GUESSING I NEVER THOUGHT YOU WERE GOOD FOR ME ANYWAY
GOT NOTHING TO LOSE
NOTHING BUT YOU
OOOO, NOTHING BUT YOU
YEAH, N-N-NOTHING
A black Jaguar Roadster swerved onto Hogwarts' main path just as the large doors closed on Hermione's retreating form.
*********
After the wanted bath and chocolate gorging, Hermione got ready for lunch. With her large maroon towel wrapped around her torso she strode quickly into her large walk-in closet.
"Something different. Something that'll knock their socks off..." she mumbled to herself. Making her way to the back of the closet she pulled out an outfit and grinned.
*********
Draco left his room and closed his door behind him. The sound of another door closing echoed his and he looked up to see Hermione stepping out of her room. His jaw fell to the floor.
She wore a pure white sundress that tied behind her neck like a halter. The entire back was lace up revealing her pale skin. Her long legs were made longer by the knee-high, white, leather platforms. Her honey brown hair was no longer wavy but twisted into tight sausage, corkscrew curls that bounced every which way as she walked.
She breezed past him and out of the common room.
*********
Pushing both of the doors open she strutted into the Great Hall, and made her way over to the Gryffindor ignoring the stares and catcalls. Harry and Ron looked up and stared at her in shock. She grinned at them and gave 'em a cheeky wave. She slid into her spot and started putting food on her plate. "Are we on for Hogsmeade tonight?" she asked.
Harry's eyes were bugging out of his skull and she snickered at him as he tried to form a reply. "Um...y-y-y-yeah."
"Hermione!" Ron exclaimed, finally finding his voice. She looked up at her best friend through her long black lashes and smirked. "Wow!" he said in awe. Reaching across the table he grabbed one of her curls and pulled it straight. He let it go and his eyes went wider as it sprung back into place. He reached out to grab another one, and Hermione slapped his hand.
"Ron, please." She exclaimed in exasperation, but she smiled too.
Harry was still gaping like a fish and pointing dumbly at her. "Wha? B-but-...when?" He stuttered. Hermione laughed out loud and her curls bounced on her shoulders. She kissed his cheek. "I just felt like doing something new." She said sipping at her ice tea. She pouted, "You don't like it?"
Harry kissed her softly and she closed her eyes. "I love it." He replied. She opened her eyes and saw Draco smiling at her. She blinked and it was Harry who smiled back at her.
She glanced at the Slytherin table and saw Draco lounging practically parallel to her. He wasn't bothering to hide his obvious stare, and she was glad that Harry was too focused on her to notice Malfoy's attentions.
Deciding to ignore him, she turned back to Harry and Ron, and began to converse animatedly with them on how best to embarrass Snape. Laughing and chatting with her friends distracted her; making her forget completely about Malfoy and the issues between them.
Malfoy did not.
*********
The entire afternoon passed by with Hermione never leaving the company of Harry or Ron - much to Draco's annoyance. He finally retired to his room and waited until five o'clock, when the students would be able to visit the small village of Hogsmeade. He would bide his time. He could be patient.
But soon...
Soon he would have her.
*********
R & R! Thanks to everyone who has reviewed - there's been a lot of you! I hope you liked this chapter, I did it on Thanksgiving, so I was sort of high on turkey, so I hope it's still good.
Kitty Malfoy
(^ ^)
