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A fire on a cold winter's day would warm the hearts of many. But this fire caused him only pain. For this fire was a girl, whom he wanted but could not have. She sat laughing with her friends, looking at him only to give him glares that made him feel base and depraved. And to her, that is what he was.
The cold winter's day looked over at this girl. Having been caught, she quickly gave a glare that was filled with disgust. She hoped. The glares were all fake, but not even the false fiery intensity of them could melt the ice shield that was ever-present in his eyes. She wanted to make sure she would not be caught having these thoughts, especially not Ron. She was afraid he would be terrifically angry with her if he found out.
It would turn out, however, that saying Ron would be angry would be the understatement of the century. Ron was watching this exchange, and unlike Malfoy, he was not fooled by the fake glares given by Hermione. Without warning, and much to the bewilderment of the rest of the library, Ron grabbed her wrist and more or less dragged her out of the room.
"What is going on?" he said slowly and deliberately, barely concealing the anger in his voice.
Hermione looked quite confused. Then, though she tried to hide it, a look of comprehension passed across her face when she realized Ron must have seen her looking at Draco. She cursed herself mentally. "What do you mean?"
"I believe you know exactly what I'm talking about. I saw you watching Malfoy like a hawk!"
Hermione paled. Suddenly, inspiration came. "I'm exceedingly vexed with that ferret for something he said to me in the hall," she lied easily, much to her surprise. "Ron, if you don't mind I would really rather not talk about it."
He was still slightly suspicious, but had no reason to think she was lying. After all, how many countless times had that bloody git said something offensive to Hermione that he should be disemboweled for? He was also not as focused as he could've been, for he was very worried about an upcoming Quidditch match, the first in the season. So, he let it lie.
"All right, then," he said, with only slight hesitation.
Hermione smiled. "C'mon. Let's go find Harry and see if we can't get down to the kitchens for some food."
"Mmmm. Chocolate eclairs.....treacle fudge......custard creams....."
The list went on and on as he and Hermione set off in search off Harry.
Oh, dear, she thought. That was a close call.
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A few hours later found Hermione lying in the seventh year girls' dormitory, hardly listening to the mindless chatter of Parvati and Lavender. Why she still came up here was a mystery to all. After all, she had a perfectly good private common room, as she was Head Girl. Well, almost private. The Head Boy also shared the room. And who was Head Boy? None other than Draco Malfoy. So perhaps it wasn't so much of a mystery that she came here, even if why she avoided him was for different reasons than people thought. But, here she was, being put to sleep by the babble.
"Hermione? HERMIONE!" Lavender was shouting.
Startled out of her musings, she fell off the bed she had been lying on in a rather violent and fightening manner. "What?" Hermione asked, somewhat annoyed.
"We were just wondering if you would like to go down to dinner with us now."
"Hmmm, what? Oh, no thank you. I'll be down later."
"All right," said Parvati. "See ya down there."
"She's in love," Lavender whispered. "I can tell."
"Yeah, but with who?"
"My guess is Ron," Lavender said unhappily.
"Don't worry, Lav, I'm sure that's not it."
The girls quickly switched to other topics as they made their way down to the Great Hall, but neither could help wondering just who was the object of know-it-all Hermione's affections.
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Draco was rather annoyed with himself. He could no longer use his father's presence as an excuse to stay away from Hermione. But, she despised him, and he was still a Slytherin. It was much too dangerous. He knew that the Dark Lord would do almost anything to get him back, and many in the Slytherin house had families that were involved in his inner circle.
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He was absently staring at the fire while he was thinking all this, and he failed to notice Hermione enter the Heads' common room. She stood there, watching him for a moment, totally lost in her mind. The fire was reflected in those pools of silver, but did not appear to warm them. A popping log startled her out of her silent reflection and she slowly made her way up the stairs to her room.
She had been laying in bed for a while without moving, just thinking. Damn him. Why does he have to be so handsome? She wanted to hit herself. A Mudblood in love with a Malfoy. The idea is laughable. But she wondered, if it was so laughable why wasn't she laughing?
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Unbeknownst to Hermione, Draco was in his own room wondering the same thing. he thought of how beautiful she looked now that she had filled out and lost the bushiness in her hair. But, he also loved the way she was so direct when she was talking, how she bit her lip when she was nervous or worried. Most of all, he loved her eyes. He felt like drowning in their warmth every time he saw them. He wanted to make their owner his.
He glanced fleetingly at the lavish green and silver decoration in his room. His four-poster bed was made of a dark wood, so dark it was almost black, and it had green and silver shimmering hangings which could be drawn around it for privacy. Serpents and dragons adorned the walls in the same shades as the bed. But, there was one spot in his room in which he kept something very dear to him. It was just barely hidden behind a Quidditch trophy; if you looked close enough you could see a flash of red and gold. It was a picture frame of his mother's, who had been in Gryffindor, much to the chagrin of his father. In it was a picture of Hermione from the previous year, when she had found out she was becoming Head Girl. He had obtained the picture from some dolt in her house, what was his name? Neville something?
Draco sighed. One day, I will tell her how I feel. Now the only question was when that day would be.
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A/N: Ok so thats the first chapter. sorry it's so short, I promise ill work on that. Please review and tell me how you like it. I kno right now it sounds kinda cliche, but c'mon its my first fic gimme a break. anyhow, flames are very welcome just make sure they're constructive and i'll be thrilled if I get 10 reviews :)
A/N2: I don't know when i'll have the second chapter up cause I havent even started it yet :-\ im one of those people who just sits at a computer and writes I dont really like to brainstorm. anyways ill try to get it up by next Friday maybe the Monday after that. I don't know where this story is going either so don't ask me.
A fire on a cold winter's day would warm the hearts of many. But this fire caused him only pain. For this fire was a girl, whom he wanted but could not have. She sat laughing with her friends, looking at him only to give him glares that made him feel base and depraved. And to her, that is what he was.
The cold winter's day looked over at this girl. Having been caught, she quickly gave a glare that was filled with disgust. She hoped. The glares were all fake, but not even the false fiery intensity of them could melt the ice shield that was ever-present in his eyes. She wanted to make sure she would not be caught having these thoughts, especially not Ron. She was afraid he would be terrifically angry with her if he found out.
It would turn out, however, that saying Ron would be angry would be the understatement of the century. Ron was watching this exchange, and unlike Malfoy, he was not fooled by the fake glares given by Hermione. Without warning, and much to the bewilderment of the rest of the library, Ron grabbed her wrist and more or less dragged her out of the room.
"What is going on?" he said slowly and deliberately, barely concealing the anger in his voice.
Hermione looked quite confused. Then, though she tried to hide it, a look of comprehension passed across her face when she realized Ron must have seen her looking at Draco. She cursed herself mentally. "What do you mean?"
"I believe you know exactly what I'm talking about. I saw you watching Malfoy like a hawk!"
Hermione paled. Suddenly, inspiration came. "I'm exceedingly vexed with that ferret for something he said to me in the hall," she lied easily, much to her surprise. "Ron, if you don't mind I would really rather not talk about it."
He was still slightly suspicious, but had no reason to think she was lying. After all, how many countless times had that bloody git said something offensive to Hermione that he should be disemboweled for? He was also not as focused as he could've been, for he was very worried about an upcoming Quidditch match, the first in the season. So, he let it lie.
"All right, then," he said, with only slight hesitation.
Hermione smiled. "C'mon. Let's go find Harry and see if we can't get down to the kitchens for some food."
"Mmmm. Chocolate eclairs.....treacle fudge......custard creams....."
The list went on and on as he and Hermione set off in search off Harry.
Oh, dear, she thought. That was a close call.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A few hours later found Hermione lying in the seventh year girls' dormitory, hardly listening to the mindless chatter of Parvati and Lavender. Why she still came up here was a mystery to all. After all, she had a perfectly good private common room, as she was Head Girl. Well, almost private. The Head Boy also shared the room. And who was Head Boy? None other than Draco Malfoy. So perhaps it wasn't so much of a mystery that she came here, even if why she avoided him was for different reasons than people thought. But, here she was, being put to sleep by the babble.
"Hermione? HERMIONE!" Lavender was shouting.
Startled out of her musings, she fell off the bed she had been lying on in a rather violent and fightening manner. "What?" Hermione asked, somewhat annoyed.
"We were just wondering if you would like to go down to dinner with us now."
"Hmmm, what? Oh, no thank you. I'll be down later."
"All right," said Parvati. "See ya down there."
"She's in love," Lavender whispered. "I can tell."
"Yeah, but with who?"
"My guess is Ron," Lavender said unhappily.
"Don't worry, Lav, I'm sure that's not it."
The girls quickly switched to other topics as they made their way down to the Great Hall, but neither could help wondering just who was the object of know-it-all Hermione's affections.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Draco was rather annoyed with himself. He could no longer use his father's presence as an excuse to stay away from Hermione. But, she despised him, and he was still a Slytherin. It was much too dangerous. He knew that the Dark Lord would do almost anything to get him back, and many in the Slytherin house had families that were involved in his inner circle.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
He was absently staring at the fire while he was thinking all this, and he failed to notice Hermione enter the Heads' common room. She stood there, watching him for a moment, totally lost in her mind. The fire was reflected in those pools of silver, but did not appear to warm them. A popping log startled her out of her silent reflection and she slowly made her way up the stairs to her room.
She had been laying in bed for a while without moving, just thinking. Damn him. Why does he have to be so handsome? She wanted to hit herself. A Mudblood in love with a Malfoy. The idea is laughable. But she wondered, if it was so laughable why wasn't she laughing?
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Unbeknownst to Hermione, Draco was in his own room wondering the same thing. he thought of how beautiful she looked now that she had filled out and lost the bushiness in her hair. But, he also loved the way she was so direct when she was talking, how she bit her lip when she was nervous or worried. Most of all, he loved her eyes. He felt like drowning in their warmth every time he saw them. He wanted to make their owner his.
He glanced fleetingly at the lavish green and silver decoration in his room. His four-poster bed was made of a dark wood, so dark it was almost black, and it had green and silver shimmering hangings which could be drawn around it for privacy. Serpents and dragons adorned the walls in the same shades as the bed. But, there was one spot in his room in which he kept something very dear to him. It was just barely hidden behind a Quidditch trophy; if you looked close enough you could see a flash of red and gold. It was a picture frame of his mother's, who had been in Gryffindor, much to the chagrin of his father. In it was a picture of Hermione from the previous year, when she had found out she was becoming Head Girl. He had obtained the picture from some dolt in her house, what was his name? Neville something?
Draco sighed. One day, I will tell her how I feel. Now the only question was when that day would be.
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A/N: Ok so thats the first chapter. sorry it's so short, I promise ill work on that. Please review and tell me how you like it. I kno right now it sounds kinda cliche, but c'mon its my first fic gimme a break. anyhow, flames are very welcome just make sure they're constructive and i'll be thrilled if I get 10 reviews :)
A/N2: I don't know when i'll have the second chapter up cause I havent even started it yet :-\ im one of those people who just sits at a computer and writes I dont really like to brainstorm. anyways ill try to get it up by next Friday maybe the Monday after that. I don't know where this story is going either so don't ask me.
