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Author's notes: Hhhm, sorry for the wait guys. I finally am in the finishing stages of my site so I wrote the next chapter! Whoop whoop!
Chapter 8
Singing to herself, Hermione skipped down the corridor; her nose in the air. All that had happened yesterday was playing over and over in her head: her mind trying to find any errors that she might have caused.
"Oh God my hair must have looked awful. It was all wet and It must have been so frizzy. And... no!.. what about my face! My nose must have been really red... aw, how embarrassing. Just to think-"
"Hey Herm!" Ron interrupted her inner thoughts. "Erm, I'm really sorry when I... er, offended you?"
"Oh no you didn't offend me!" she smiled sweetly. "In fact, I can't even remember what it was about-" she flushed.
"Er... about the feath-"
"Oh does it really matter?" she snapped, in a kind way. "C'mon I'll help you with the homework." she grabbed his hand and started to half dance down the corridor.
"Hey, how did you know I would ask you to help me with my homework?" Ron questioned amazed, lugging slightly behind her.
"Instinct." She tapped her nose and winked.
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"Class dismissed." The pupils all scurried out of the classroom, rudely barging past each other a few people clutching their books instead of shoving them in their bags in order to be free of the boring atmosphere.
"Ron, I'll help you later."
"Huh? Oh yeah, could you?" Ron realised that Hermione had noticed him struggling through that lesson. He felt relieved that he would get a little help for his homework.
"So, anybody coming to watch the match?" Harry asked beside them. "Ravenclaw against Slytherin. You can't miss this one peeps!"
"What about your homework?" Hermione growled.
"Oh c'mon Hermione please! Besides, you need a bit... a bit of... relaxation..." Harry and Ron looked at her, humming and smiling to the ceiling.
"Really?" Harry asked. " I think that's just about how much relaxation she'll ever get. Smiling and singing?"
"Well, come anyway, won't you?" Ron insisted.
"Huh? Oh... hhmm, yes, I'll just go freshen up a bit..." she skipped away leaving Ron her two friends wide-mouthed.
"W-hat is WRONG with her?" Ron said gobsmacked.
"Er... Hormones?" Harry chuckled, shrugging his shoulders.
*********
"Aaaand, the score remains 50/10 to Slytherin! Will Ravenclaw ever recover this awesome score... my guess is, YES!-"
"Jordon!"
"Er, sorry Professor... Ooh, great save by Slytherin!" the voice chuckled "Heh heh, aaaw man..."
The little dots wooshed round on their broomsticks, bashing, diving, tackling. Everybody was screaming and cheering.
"Ooh, she's getting close, a great dodge, AND SHE SCORES!! YES YES! AN ABSOLUTELY FABULOUS SCORE FROM RAVENCLAW!" The Slytherins growled up at the commentating.
"It weren't that good that dumb freak!" one of them muttered.
"Hello!" Hermione bounced up to her friends. Harry had to admit that she did actually look better after 'freshening up'. "Who's winning? Is Slytherin winning? Lemme see lemme see!"
"Ok ok, geesh gal." Harry passed her the specs.
"Why are you so keen on Slytherin anyway?" Ron questioned.
"Who said I was?" she replied, directing her sight to Malfoy. Ron and Harry looked at each other. "aaah..." Hermione sighed to herself, smiling. "What?" she asked now looking at her two friends. She shook her head and resumed her attention to the match.
"Slytherin score again, whipee." the commentating echoed sarcastically once again.
"Oh dear, Ravenclaw aren't doing very well are they." Hermione snobbed.
"OH WHAT A BANG! THAT WAS AN INCREDIBLE SCORE FOR RAVENCLAW!" the stands stood up in cheers and waving scarfs.
"Ha!" Ron teased. Hermione shook her head again and continued watching the game.
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The crowd spilled out of the stands to greet the team. Hermione couldn't see Draco anywhere. She shook it off, rather reluctantly and decided to just head back to her dormitory. She stepped down onto the path leading back to the castle.
"Hey!" Hermione turned round scanning her surroundings. In the shadows of the afternoon trees she could make out a figure sitting against a tree. It was clutching a broomstick. It was Malfoy.
"Oh, hi..." she blushed. She went over to the tree that he was sitting at and slumped down next to him.
"How are you princess?" Hermione felt a lump in her throat.
"Fine-" she choked "You?"
He just smiled at her. Her heart was thumping.
"Enjoy the match?"
"Yeah, you were excellent!" she burst.
"Hhmm, I didn't feel it." Draco held his arm. "I think my cut has opened up or something."
"Cut? It's a wound. Oh my God, you shouldn't have played in that match Draco! Lemme take a look." Draco gave her his arm and she rolled up his sleeve. The discusting wound probably looked worse to her than it actually was. "Oh my God! I think it's infected."
"Infected?"
"Didn't you keep it clean?"
"..." Hermione sighed at his silent words.
"You're gunna have to get to Madame Pomfrey. Didn't any Professors stop you from playing?"
"Ha, try that with Snape."
The huge stadium doors opened and a stampede of people rushed out. Hermione almost fainted but remembered that she was under the cover of the trees; she was invisible to the crowd.
"I'd better go. Promise me you will get to the hospital wing." Hermione stood up.
"Yeah, I will." Draco grabbed her hand stopping her from walking away, pulled her back down and kissed her. Hermione half choked half giggled and ran back up to the castle, scarlet.
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Heh heh, sorry not much happened here. I just thought it was going on a bit. Chapter 9 on it's way!
Author's notes: Hhhm, sorry for the wait guys. I finally am in the finishing stages of my site so I wrote the next chapter! Whoop whoop!
Chapter 8
Singing to herself, Hermione skipped down the corridor; her nose in the air. All that had happened yesterday was playing over and over in her head: her mind trying to find any errors that she might have caused.
"Oh God my hair must have looked awful. It was all wet and It must have been so frizzy. And... no!.. what about my face! My nose must have been really red... aw, how embarrassing. Just to think-"
"Hey Herm!" Ron interrupted her inner thoughts. "Erm, I'm really sorry when I... er, offended you?"
"Oh no you didn't offend me!" she smiled sweetly. "In fact, I can't even remember what it was about-" she flushed.
"Er... about the feath-"
"Oh does it really matter?" she snapped, in a kind way. "C'mon I'll help you with the homework." she grabbed his hand and started to half dance down the corridor.
"Hey, how did you know I would ask you to help me with my homework?" Ron questioned amazed, lugging slightly behind her.
"Instinct." She tapped her nose and winked.
*********
"Class dismissed." The pupils all scurried out of the classroom, rudely barging past each other a few people clutching their books instead of shoving them in their bags in order to be free of the boring atmosphere.
"Ron, I'll help you later."
"Huh? Oh yeah, could you?" Ron realised that Hermione had noticed him struggling through that lesson. He felt relieved that he would get a little help for his homework.
"So, anybody coming to watch the match?" Harry asked beside them. "Ravenclaw against Slytherin. You can't miss this one peeps!"
"What about your homework?" Hermione growled.
"Oh c'mon Hermione please! Besides, you need a bit... a bit of... relaxation..." Harry and Ron looked at her, humming and smiling to the ceiling.
"Really?" Harry asked. " I think that's just about how much relaxation she'll ever get. Smiling and singing?"
"Well, come anyway, won't you?" Ron insisted.
"Huh? Oh... hhmm, yes, I'll just go freshen up a bit..." she skipped away leaving Ron her two friends wide-mouthed.
"W-hat is WRONG with her?" Ron said gobsmacked.
"Er... Hormones?" Harry chuckled, shrugging his shoulders.
*********
"Aaaand, the score remains 50/10 to Slytherin! Will Ravenclaw ever recover this awesome score... my guess is, YES!-"
"Jordon!"
"Er, sorry Professor... Ooh, great save by Slytherin!" the voice chuckled "Heh heh, aaaw man..."
The little dots wooshed round on their broomsticks, bashing, diving, tackling. Everybody was screaming and cheering.
"Ooh, she's getting close, a great dodge, AND SHE SCORES!! YES YES! AN ABSOLUTELY FABULOUS SCORE FROM RAVENCLAW!" The Slytherins growled up at the commentating.
"It weren't that good that dumb freak!" one of them muttered.
"Hello!" Hermione bounced up to her friends. Harry had to admit that she did actually look better after 'freshening up'. "Who's winning? Is Slytherin winning? Lemme see lemme see!"
"Ok ok, geesh gal." Harry passed her the specs.
"Why are you so keen on Slytherin anyway?" Ron questioned.
"Who said I was?" she replied, directing her sight to Malfoy. Ron and Harry looked at each other. "aaah..." Hermione sighed to herself, smiling. "What?" she asked now looking at her two friends. She shook her head and resumed her attention to the match.
"Slytherin score again, whipee." the commentating echoed sarcastically once again.
"Oh dear, Ravenclaw aren't doing very well are they." Hermione snobbed.
"OH WHAT A BANG! THAT WAS AN INCREDIBLE SCORE FOR RAVENCLAW!" the stands stood up in cheers and waving scarfs.
"Ha!" Ron teased. Hermione shook her head again and continued watching the game.
*********
The crowd spilled out of the stands to greet the team. Hermione couldn't see Draco anywhere. She shook it off, rather reluctantly and decided to just head back to her dormitory. She stepped down onto the path leading back to the castle.
"Hey!" Hermione turned round scanning her surroundings. In the shadows of the afternoon trees she could make out a figure sitting against a tree. It was clutching a broomstick. It was Malfoy.
"Oh, hi..." she blushed. She went over to the tree that he was sitting at and slumped down next to him.
"How are you princess?" Hermione felt a lump in her throat.
"Fine-" she choked "You?"
He just smiled at her. Her heart was thumping.
"Enjoy the match?"
"Yeah, you were excellent!" she burst.
"Hhmm, I didn't feel it." Draco held his arm. "I think my cut has opened up or something."
"Cut? It's a wound. Oh my God, you shouldn't have played in that match Draco! Lemme take a look." Draco gave her his arm and she rolled up his sleeve. The discusting wound probably looked worse to her than it actually was. "Oh my God! I think it's infected."
"Infected?"
"Didn't you keep it clean?"
"..." Hermione sighed at his silent words.
"You're gunna have to get to Madame Pomfrey. Didn't any Professors stop you from playing?"
"Ha, try that with Snape."
The huge stadium doors opened and a stampede of people rushed out. Hermione almost fainted but remembered that she was under the cover of the trees; she was invisible to the crowd.
"I'd better go. Promise me you will get to the hospital wing." Hermione stood up.
"Yeah, I will." Draco grabbed her hand stopping her from walking away, pulled her back down and kissed her. Hermione half choked half giggled and ran back up to the castle, scarlet.
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Heh heh, sorry not much happened here. I just thought it was going on a bit. Chapter 9 on it's way!
