Chapter 5
Slip of the Tongue
A/N: Wooooooooo! Spain was fun! I will promise to write a LONG chappie for all you faithfuls...*hugs you all* --- () Yes, I'm still trying (pathetically) to get more people to visit my acount at DA. My art is pritty! I HAVE PICTURES FROM SPAIN! LOOK AT THEM, DAMMIT! *pitywhore* HO MY GOD! Ok. No more ice-cream-hot-fudge-banana-covered-brownie-sundaes for me.
This chappie is dedicated to my SPESHUL friend LynLyn. I loff j00, dear. You wanted them to...********************* so they will. ^_~ Also to leonsalanna. He'll be thinking a lot...:D
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except sunburn on my back. And I'm not even sure if I own that. ;_;
Once the Hogwarts Express got to the station and whined to a halt, Hermione grabbed her bags, ran out of the compartment, and ran towards a carriage. She shared it with Luna Lovegood (she's from OotP), Ginny, and Dean Thomas, who Ginny was now going out with. As Ginny and Dean frantically made out, Hermione pretended to listen to Luna's very detailed summary of her father's magazine's (The Quibbler) newest article. Instead, she went over her confused thoughts in her head. Had Malfoy really stroked her hair that very day in the train? And why had it sent a small shiver up her spine?
Maybe he's right about me being a Mudblood. Maybe Purebloods make Mudbloods feel like spiders are running up their backs. ...God, I hope not, Hermione thought to herself. She found herself nodding off, and, it seemed, a few seconds later, Luna had rapped her on the head with her knuckles and said they were at the castle, Hermione, and dinner would be starting right away.
"Okay," she replied groggily. That nap on the train was a mistake.
She nervously entered the castle and sat down at the front of Gryffindor's table. She noticed Ron and Harry, sitting down next to Seamus Finnigan and Nearly Headless Nick, but did not wave back when Ron nervously waved at her. She sniffed, turned her head, and watched the Sorting Hat sing it's song. Soon, the first years were lining up, starting with, "Aberus, Ian" who was sorted into Slytherin.
"What a way to start out the year," she heard Harry mutter darkly to Ron, even though he was far away from her. The room was deathly silent, and aside from the Sorting Hat and Professor McGonnagel, no one was talking, so how could she have not heard him? For some reason, his comment made Hermione angry.
The students sped by, but a certain name perked Hermione's attention:
"Malfoy, Belle."
Hermione heard a murmur go through the students, which seemed to make the poor girl even more unnerved. She bit her lip, and sat down on the stool. The Sorting Hat was placed on her head, and it was so big it fell over her whole face. The only thing that showed was her pale blonde hair. The hat took an unusual amount of long time...and then it announced the girl's house:
"Gryffindor!"
Hermione choked on the sip of pumpkin juice she had just taken and looked at the pale girl. Her big blue eyes were wide, and she looked terribly embarrased. Her cheeks had taken on a slight pinkish blush, and she tried hiding her face with her hair. The girl sat down at the very end of the table, quite near Hermione, in fact. Hermione looked at the girl, who looked up tearfully, and smiled. The girl smiled shyly back, and then looked away.
Hermione wondered what Malfoy would think of this. She glanced over at him, sure enough, he had been staring in her direction. Not at her, but at his sister. There were many feelings on his face, but the most that shone through was...pride?
Pride? Why would Malfoy be proud of Belle to be in Gryffindor? I thought the Malfoy family were Purebloods...maybe this child was adopted and Slytherin refused her...No, that couldn't be it. The girl looked too much like her brother to be adopted. I guess the Sorting Hat is getting a bit old...
The Sorting Hat ceremony went through without any other collisions, and ended. ("Xavier, Peter" who was sorted into Ravenclaw) Hermione was so tired she thought she would simply collapse, but she still had to walk the long flight to the Fat Lady. She was at the head of the crowd, and had been informed by Gryffindor's Head Girl of the password. When they stopped at the portrait, the Fat Lady snorted and woke up, "Password?"
"Gli avvenimenti strani is the password." she called out. "Do not forget or you may be locked out for a long time. If you don't remember, please ask me, a prefect, or the Head Girl or Boy."
They walked into the Common Room, and Hermione almost immediately fell asleep on her comforting, familiar bed. She hadn't even taken off her robes.
***Draco's POV*** When he heard that Belle had been accepted into Gryffindor, his heart soared for her, but then sank to the ultimate low. What would their father think of this? He would certainly punish Belle and then request to Dumbledore that Belle be in Slytherin instead of Gryffindor. Poor Belle.
Draco remembered when he had been in his first year. Stupid Potter, messing everything up for him. He did that every year. And the Sorting Hat. It had said he would do well in Gryffindor. "You have a great deal of courage in you, my boy. Kind, brave, smart...perfect for Gryffindor." But Draco had begged him to put him in Slytherin and the Hat said, "Ah, a Malfoy. Yes, yes, your Father wouldn't approve if you were in Gryffindor, eh? Well. Then I guess you'll be housing in..." And then it screamed out Draco's house, and he was on his way.
But Belle had made it. She was in Gryffindor, whether she liked it or not. Whether their father liked it or not.
And that damned Mudblood...
"What do you want from me?" he whispered to the air.
***end Draco's POV***
The next day, Hermione had double Potions, Astrology class, and Charms class. No one had been told of the new DADA teacher, and she was dying to see who it was. Although, being as smart as she was, Hermione had a hunch that it was Lupin: Dumbledore had said it was "an old friend", the teacher wasn't there at dinner last night, and Hermione hapened to know that it was a Full Moon. It must be Lupin.
Hermione entered the potions dungeon and sat at the front of the classroom. To everyone's shock, she had decided to take Potions this year. Snape glared at her, his eyes bulging out of their pale sockets, but Hermione ignored him. She looked around instead, noting which students were here: a few Ravenclaws, one Hufflepuff, two Gryffindors besides her, and the rest of the class was Slytherin. I should have known...Hermione thought with a bemused expression on her face when she saw Malfoy. He turned his head towards her, smirked, and looked up at Snape, who was beginning to talk.
"This year we will be starting a large project," he said, looking around at them all. "Which means no homework-" There were happy murmurs and whispers around the room. "-but you will have to be taking notes every day if you wish your project to be 'A' material. You will have partners, assigned by me. If you complain about your partner, points will be taken from your house."
Almost everyone in the room glared at him, and he began to walk around the room assigning partners. It was mixed houses, aside from the few Slytherin- Slytherin partners, and Hermione grimaced. With my luck, I'll be with...
"Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger."
Hermione could barely suppress a moan of anguish from escaping her lips. Snape glanced at her, and said casually, "25 points from your house, Miss Granger." Hermione's eyes widened. "Greasy wanker..." she muttered under her breath. "And for that comment, 30 more points taken."
Hermione was tempted to hex him, but instead clenched her fists so hard that her fingernails bit into the skin of her palms and made them bleed. She felt Draco glance over at her, but kept her head facing the front rigidly. That greasy wanker...I swear, one of these days he'll go so far as to make one of his own students hex him...she thought to herself. She sat staring towards the front until around the end of the lesson, Snape took out from his desk, the Sorting Hat.
"You will find out which potion you will be making for your project by putting the Sorting Hat on. It will tell you which one you are doing." Snape announced to them. Hermione raised an eyebrow as Snape started at the opposite side of the room she was on. Well...this is different, she thought. Soon he was at her. Hermione took it from him and set it on her head.
"Ah, yes, Miss Granger." the Sorting Hat said in its scratchy voice. "Courageous lass, are you? Greasy wanker? Yes, he seems to be." It was reading her thoughts. She almost laughed, and then the Sorting Hat told her the potion she and Malfoy would be doing for their project. "The Mort Irrésistible Potion". Hermione wrote it down on her parchment and passed the hat back to Snape. He moved on, and she thought of the potion they had gotten... mort irrésistible meant 'irresistible death' in French. It must be some sort of...killing potion. A poison.
She shrugged and left the room when the lesson ended. Hermione's stomach was growling by the time she dropped her things off at her dormitory. She hurried down to the Great Hall for lunch, and sat where she had last night for dinner and the ceremony. To her surprise, Belle Malfoy sat down next to her, smiled shyly, and then said, "Hi, I'm Belle Malfoy." Hermione melted. She's so cute!
"Hi, Belle. I'm Hermione Granger." Belle's smile vanished, and Hermione's faltered. "My brother talks about you," Belle said in a whisper. "He says bad things. Are you bad?" Hermione shook her head vigorously and replied, "Oh, no, I'm not. Your brother and I...aren't exactly good friends. That's just it. But I'll be your friend if you'll be mine." She smiled at Belle.
Belle said slowly, "Okay," and smiled at Hermione with less shyness. "No one else likes me. You're my first friend,"
Hermione's heart broke at the sound of Belle's voice. "Oh, Belle," she said in a hushed voice. "Tell you what. I'll be your best friend. We can be like sisters," she told her, trying to cheer Belle up. Belle grined at Hermione and repeated, "Like sisters!" She laughed and then started to eat lunch.
Hermione listened to Belle's laugh. How can they not like her? She is such a sweet little girl. Just because she's a Malfoy...Rejected by the Gryffindors, and because she's a Gryffindor, rejected by the Slytherins...It made her so angry. She ate her lunch in brooding silence, and after everyone had left to get their things, Belle walked with Hermione. She chattered about her white cat, Snow, and told her that Snow was in her dormitory and she could see her, if she wanted to. "Of course, Belle. I have a cat too, you know. His name is Crookshanks. You can meet him, too."
They left for class, and Belle waved at Hermione, "Bye-bye, 'Mione!"
Hermione went to Astrology, her next lesson. She had always been interested in the stars, and in class they had been given their own star charts that changed as time went on. The teacher, Professor Gamma, was about 45 years old, with long black hair and stubble, with bright blue eyes. He reminded Hermione of Sirius. As she entered the classroom, she saw him and thought immediately, Sirius! But no. Sirius...she did not want to think about it.
"Well, I decided to teach Astrology because my last name is one of the star's names: Gamma Velorum. I got interested in constellations, stars, faraway planets...and here I am! You will each get your own time-changing star charts, which, when you touch it with your wand, shows the names of all the stars, planets, and constelltions. If you want it to show the drawings of the constellations, touch it with your wand and say, 'Pictor constellationus.' If you want it to close up on one of the stars or constellations or planets, touch the spot with your wand and say, 'Cosmos spectacles'. If you need..."
Hermione trailed off in her own thoughts. She examined the star chart and saw a bright star glowing in the southern hemisphere. She prodded it with her wand and muttered, "Cosmos spectacles." It was called 'Sirius'. Her eyes immediately filled with tears. She looked down and felt a tear fall into her lap. A strong hand clasped her shoulder. "Hermione, are you all right?"
Professor Gamma was watching her with concern. "N-no, I'm fine. I mean, it's just...an old friend..." She brushed her tears out of her eyes and said, "It's nothing, really." Professor Gamma was staring hard at her star chart, and whispered, "Sirius? He was your friend...was..." His brow furrowed. "Excuse me," he said. He left the room,
Hermione looked at the side of the chart for the description of Sirius. "The brightest star in the sky. The heart of the great dog constellation, Canis Major." Hermione peered at the small print at the bottom. "Also see Lupus." She prodded the word, Lupus, and then said, "Cosmos spectacles," It was a constellation. "Pictor constellationus."
It was a wolf.
Okay. This is too strange. Lupin...is a werewolf...and a constellation. Siri...Snuffles is a star. The heart of the dog constellation. There has to be some connection. she thought to herself. At that moment, Professor Gamma re-entered the room and said, "You will not have any homework; however, I suggest you go out every night and look at the stars with your chart handy. We will be doing essays on them in class and you had better know your constellations."
The lesson was over. Hermione left the room, dazed, and walked to Charms. They got a 3-foot essay on rainbow bird charms, and Hermione threw herself into it after dinner in the library. She was just putting the finishing touches on the essay when, who would have guessed it, Malfoy walked in. He spotted her and strode towards her table. Oh, God, what is it now...Hermione thought.
***Draco's POV***
He saw Granger sitting at a table in the library, working on some essay. It was at least 6 feet pages long. He sighed, rolled his eyes and thought, Of course. What else would the Mudblood be doing in the library? She looked up at his sigh and he started walking to her table. "Granger." he acknowledged.
"Malfoy."
"What did we get for our project?" Draco asked. He was thrown by the icyness in her voice.
Granger looked up at him blankly. "What project?" she asked in a monotonous voice. He sighed, sat down, and said, "The Potions project. What else would I be talking about?"
"Oh. That." she said, and turned back to her essay. Draco waited. "Well?" he asked.
"We got the mort irrésistible potion. I already took some notes on it," she said. She reached into her bag and pulled out a long piece of parchment. "Here," she said, throwing it across the table to him. It was about 3 feet long. "THREE FEET OF NOTES?" Draco shouted.
"SHHHHH!" the librarian scolded. He cleared his throat and whispered, "Three feet?"
"Yes. I thought we would need some." she answered primly. Granger brushed her long wavy chestnut hair off of her neck, exposing it. For some strange reason, this made Draco want to kiss her. He cleared his throat again, this time out of nervousness.
***End Draco's POV***
Did Malfoy just clear his throat? Was he...nervous? Hermione looked up at him, quizzical. And why was he staring at her so intensely? His eyes were extremely blue, and Hermione realized it was hard to look straight into them. "Well, I better go. It's almost past curfew." Hermione told him, and packed up her stuff to leave. She left the library and hurried along the corrider and heard footsteps behind her. It was Malfoy.
"Oh, God," she muttered.
She turned around and opened her mouth to tell Malfoy off, but instead, he did something she had not anticipated at all.
He kissed her.
Hermione's eyes widened. He had caught her face in his hands and was now kissing her with his extremely soft lips. She almost closed her eyes and started to kiss him back, but pulled away, remembering who it was. It was Malfoy, for Merlin's sake. He was slimy git. A good-looking slimy git, but a slimy git none the less.
"What the hell was that?" she whispered harshly.
For a second, Hermione almost thought he looked hurt. Then he turned away and ran down the corrider.
A/N: So, what did you think? I hope it's long enough. :D And LynLyn, I made them kiss!!! It was intense, but not too intense. I think. And for leonsalanna, he thought. Note my special abilities in making it be his POV while still not being in first person. You know it's Draco's POV when he's Draco and Hermione is Granger. Hehehe. Well, we got a laptop, so I can write out chapters whenever and wherever *sings to shakira* except in the water, o'course. I hope you all like Belle. She's a cutie-pie. And we'll meet her kitty Snow soon enough. And the new DADA teacher. *jumps around in excitement* I can't wait to type another chapter, whooooohooooo!!!! ^_^
Well.
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A/N: Wooooooooo! Spain was fun! I will promise to write a LONG chappie for all you faithfuls...*hugs you all* --- () Yes, I'm still trying (pathetically) to get more people to visit my acount at DA. My art is pritty! I HAVE PICTURES FROM SPAIN! LOOK AT THEM, DAMMIT! *pitywhore* HO MY GOD! Ok. No more ice-cream-hot-fudge-banana-covered-brownie-sundaes for me.
This chappie is dedicated to my SPESHUL friend LynLyn. I loff j00, dear. You wanted them to...********************* so they will. ^_~ Also to leonsalanna. He'll be thinking a lot...:D
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except sunburn on my back. And I'm not even sure if I own that. ;_;
Once the Hogwarts Express got to the station and whined to a halt, Hermione grabbed her bags, ran out of the compartment, and ran towards a carriage. She shared it with Luna Lovegood (she's from OotP), Ginny, and Dean Thomas, who Ginny was now going out with. As Ginny and Dean frantically made out, Hermione pretended to listen to Luna's very detailed summary of her father's magazine's (The Quibbler) newest article. Instead, she went over her confused thoughts in her head. Had Malfoy really stroked her hair that very day in the train? And why had it sent a small shiver up her spine?
Maybe he's right about me being a Mudblood. Maybe Purebloods make Mudbloods feel like spiders are running up their backs. ...God, I hope not, Hermione thought to herself. She found herself nodding off, and, it seemed, a few seconds later, Luna had rapped her on the head with her knuckles and said they were at the castle, Hermione, and dinner would be starting right away.
"Okay," she replied groggily. That nap on the train was a mistake.
She nervously entered the castle and sat down at the front of Gryffindor's table. She noticed Ron and Harry, sitting down next to Seamus Finnigan and Nearly Headless Nick, but did not wave back when Ron nervously waved at her. She sniffed, turned her head, and watched the Sorting Hat sing it's song. Soon, the first years were lining up, starting with, "Aberus, Ian" who was sorted into Slytherin.
"What a way to start out the year," she heard Harry mutter darkly to Ron, even though he was far away from her. The room was deathly silent, and aside from the Sorting Hat and Professor McGonnagel, no one was talking, so how could she have not heard him? For some reason, his comment made Hermione angry.
The students sped by, but a certain name perked Hermione's attention:
"Malfoy, Belle."
Hermione heard a murmur go through the students, which seemed to make the poor girl even more unnerved. She bit her lip, and sat down on the stool. The Sorting Hat was placed on her head, and it was so big it fell over her whole face. The only thing that showed was her pale blonde hair. The hat took an unusual amount of long time...and then it announced the girl's house:
"Gryffindor!"
Hermione choked on the sip of pumpkin juice she had just taken and looked at the pale girl. Her big blue eyes were wide, and she looked terribly embarrased. Her cheeks had taken on a slight pinkish blush, and she tried hiding her face with her hair. The girl sat down at the very end of the table, quite near Hermione, in fact. Hermione looked at the girl, who looked up tearfully, and smiled. The girl smiled shyly back, and then looked away.
Hermione wondered what Malfoy would think of this. She glanced over at him, sure enough, he had been staring in her direction. Not at her, but at his sister. There were many feelings on his face, but the most that shone through was...pride?
Pride? Why would Malfoy be proud of Belle to be in Gryffindor? I thought the Malfoy family were Purebloods...maybe this child was adopted and Slytherin refused her...No, that couldn't be it. The girl looked too much like her brother to be adopted. I guess the Sorting Hat is getting a bit old...
The Sorting Hat ceremony went through without any other collisions, and ended. ("Xavier, Peter" who was sorted into Ravenclaw) Hermione was so tired she thought she would simply collapse, but she still had to walk the long flight to the Fat Lady. She was at the head of the crowd, and had been informed by Gryffindor's Head Girl of the password. When they stopped at the portrait, the Fat Lady snorted and woke up, "Password?"
"Gli avvenimenti strani is the password." she called out. "Do not forget or you may be locked out for a long time. If you don't remember, please ask me, a prefect, or the Head Girl or Boy."
They walked into the Common Room, and Hermione almost immediately fell asleep on her comforting, familiar bed. She hadn't even taken off her robes.
***Draco's POV*** When he heard that Belle had been accepted into Gryffindor, his heart soared for her, but then sank to the ultimate low. What would their father think of this? He would certainly punish Belle and then request to Dumbledore that Belle be in Slytherin instead of Gryffindor. Poor Belle.
Draco remembered when he had been in his first year. Stupid Potter, messing everything up for him. He did that every year. And the Sorting Hat. It had said he would do well in Gryffindor. "You have a great deal of courage in you, my boy. Kind, brave, smart...perfect for Gryffindor." But Draco had begged him to put him in Slytherin and the Hat said, "Ah, a Malfoy. Yes, yes, your Father wouldn't approve if you were in Gryffindor, eh? Well. Then I guess you'll be housing in..." And then it screamed out Draco's house, and he was on his way.
But Belle had made it. She was in Gryffindor, whether she liked it or not. Whether their father liked it or not.
And that damned Mudblood...
"What do you want from me?" he whispered to the air.
***end Draco's POV***
The next day, Hermione had double Potions, Astrology class, and Charms class. No one had been told of the new DADA teacher, and she was dying to see who it was. Although, being as smart as she was, Hermione had a hunch that it was Lupin: Dumbledore had said it was "an old friend", the teacher wasn't there at dinner last night, and Hermione hapened to know that it was a Full Moon. It must be Lupin.
Hermione entered the potions dungeon and sat at the front of the classroom. To everyone's shock, she had decided to take Potions this year. Snape glared at her, his eyes bulging out of their pale sockets, but Hermione ignored him. She looked around instead, noting which students were here: a few Ravenclaws, one Hufflepuff, two Gryffindors besides her, and the rest of the class was Slytherin. I should have known...Hermione thought with a bemused expression on her face when she saw Malfoy. He turned his head towards her, smirked, and looked up at Snape, who was beginning to talk.
"This year we will be starting a large project," he said, looking around at them all. "Which means no homework-" There were happy murmurs and whispers around the room. "-but you will have to be taking notes every day if you wish your project to be 'A' material. You will have partners, assigned by me. If you complain about your partner, points will be taken from your house."
Almost everyone in the room glared at him, and he began to walk around the room assigning partners. It was mixed houses, aside from the few Slytherin- Slytherin partners, and Hermione grimaced. With my luck, I'll be with...
"Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger."
Hermione could barely suppress a moan of anguish from escaping her lips. Snape glanced at her, and said casually, "25 points from your house, Miss Granger." Hermione's eyes widened. "Greasy wanker..." she muttered under her breath. "And for that comment, 30 more points taken."
Hermione was tempted to hex him, but instead clenched her fists so hard that her fingernails bit into the skin of her palms and made them bleed. She felt Draco glance over at her, but kept her head facing the front rigidly. That greasy wanker...I swear, one of these days he'll go so far as to make one of his own students hex him...she thought to herself. She sat staring towards the front until around the end of the lesson, Snape took out from his desk, the Sorting Hat.
"You will find out which potion you will be making for your project by putting the Sorting Hat on. It will tell you which one you are doing." Snape announced to them. Hermione raised an eyebrow as Snape started at the opposite side of the room she was on. Well...this is different, she thought. Soon he was at her. Hermione took it from him and set it on her head.
"Ah, yes, Miss Granger." the Sorting Hat said in its scratchy voice. "Courageous lass, are you? Greasy wanker? Yes, he seems to be." It was reading her thoughts. She almost laughed, and then the Sorting Hat told her the potion she and Malfoy would be doing for their project. "The Mort Irrésistible Potion". Hermione wrote it down on her parchment and passed the hat back to Snape. He moved on, and she thought of the potion they had gotten... mort irrésistible meant 'irresistible death' in French. It must be some sort of...killing potion. A poison.
She shrugged and left the room when the lesson ended. Hermione's stomach was growling by the time she dropped her things off at her dormitory. She hurried down to the Great Hall for lunch, and sat where she had last night for dinner and the ceremony. To her surprise, Belle Malfoy sat down next to her, smiled shyly, and then said, "Hi, I'm Belle Malfoy." Hermione melted. She's so cute!
"Hi, Belle. I'm Hermione Granger." Belle's smile vanished, and Hermione's faltered. "My brother talks about you," Belle said in a whisper. "He says bad things. Are you bad?" Hermione shook her head vigorously and replied, "Oh, no, I'm not. Your brother and I...aren't exactly good friends. That's just it. But I'll be your friend if you'll be mine." She smiled at Belle.
Belle said slowly, "Okay," and smiled at Hermione with less shyness. "No one else likes me. You're my first friend,"
Hermione's heart broke at the sound of Belle's voice. "Oh, Belle," she said in a hushed voice. "Tell you what. I'll be your best friend. We can be like sisters," she told her, trying to cheer Belle up. Belle grined at Hermione and repeated, "Like sisters!" She laughed and then started to eat lunch.
Hermione listened to Belle's laugh. How can they not like her? She is such a sweet little girl. Just because she's a Malfoy...Rejected by the Gryffindors, and because she's a Gryffindor, rejected by the Slytherins...It made her so angry. She ate her lunch in brooding silence, and after everyone had left to get their things, Belle walked with Hermione. She chattered about her white cat, Snow, and told her that Snow was in her dormitory and she could see her, if she wanted to. "Of course, Belle. I have a cat too, you know. His name is Crookshanks. You can meet him, too."
They left for class, and Belle waved at Hermione, "Bye-bye, 'Mione!"
Hermione went to Astrology, her next lesson. She had always been interested in the stars, and in class they had been given their own star charts that changed as time went on. The teacher, Professor Gamma, was about 45 years old, with long black hair and stubble, with bright blue eyes. He reminded Hermione of Sirius. As she entered the classroom, she saw him and thought immediately, Sirius! But no. Sirius...she did not want to think about it.
"Well, I decided to teach Astrology because my last name is one of the star's names: Gamma Velorum. I got interested in constellations, stars, faraway planets...and here I am! You will each get your own time-changing star charts, which, when you touch it with your wand, shows the names of all the stars, planets, and constelltions. If you want it to show the drawings of the constellations, touch it with your wand and say, 'Pictor constellationus.' If you want it to close up on one of the stars or constellations or planets, touch the spot with your wand and say, 'Cosmos spectacles'. If you need..."
Hermione trailed off in her own thoughts. She examined the star chart and saw a bright star glowing in the southern hemisphere. She prodded it with her wand and muttered, "Cosmos spectacles." It was called 'Sirius'. Her eyes immediately filled with tears. She looked down and felt a tear fall into her lap. A strong hand clasped her shoulder. "Hermione, are you all right?"
Professor Gamma was watching her with concern. "N-no, I'm fine. I mean, it's just...an old friend..." She brushed her tears out of her eyes and said, "It's nothing, really." Professor Gamma was staring hard at her star chart, and whispered, "Sirius? He was your friend...was..." His brow furrowed. "Excuse me," he said. He left the room,
Hermione looked at the side of the chart for the description of Sirius. "The brightest star in the sky. The heart of the great dog constellation, Canis Major." Hermione peered at the small print at the bottom. "Also see Lupus." She prodded the word, Lupus, and then said, "Cosmos spectacles," It was a constellation. "Pictor constellationus."
It was a wolf.
Okay. This is too strange. Lupin...is a werewolf...and a constellation. Siri...Snuffles is a star. The heart of the dog constellation. There has to be some connection. she thought to herself. At that moment, Professor Gamma re-entered the room and said, "You will not have any homework; however, I suggest you go out every night and look at the stars with your chart handy. We will be doing essays on them in class and you had better know your constellations."
The lesson was over. Hermione left the room, dazed, and walked to Charms. They got a 3-foot essay on rainbow bird charms, and Hermione threw herself into it after dinner in the library. She was just putting the finishing touches on the essay when, who would have guessed it, Malfoy walked in. He spotted her and strode towards her table. Oh, God, what is it now...Hermione thought.
***Draco's POV***
He saw Granger sitting at a table in the library, working on some essay. It was at least 6 feet pages long. He sighed, rolled his eyes and thought, Of course. What else would the Mudblood be doing in the library? She looked up at his sigh and he started walking to her table. "Granger." he acknowledged.
"Malfoy."
"What did we get for our project?" Draco asked. He was thrown by the icyness in her voice.
Granger looked up at him blankly. "What project?" she asked in a monotonous voice. He sighed, sat down, and said, "The Potions project. What else would I be talking about?"
"Oh. That." she said, and turned back to her essay. Draco waited. "Well?" he asked.
"We got the mort irrésistible potion. I already took some notes on it," she said. She reached into her bag and pulled out a long piece of parchment. "Here," she said, throwing it across the table to him. It was about 3 feet long. "THREE FEET OF NOTES?" Draco shouted.
"SHHHHH!" the librarian scolded. He cleared his throat and whispered, "Three feet?"
"Yes. I thought we would need some." she answered primly. Granger brushed her long wavy chestnut hair off of her neck, exposing it. For some strange reason, this made Draco want to kiss her. He cleared his throat again, this time out of nervousness.
***End Draco's POV***
Did Malfoy just clear his throat? Was he...nervous? Hermione looked up at him, quizzical. And why was he staring at her so intensely? His eyes were extremely blue, and Hermione realized it was hard to look straight into them. "Well, I better go. It's almost past curfew." Hermione told him, and packed up her stuff to leave. She left the library and hurried along the corrider and heard footsteps behind her. It was Malfoy.
"Oh, God," she muttered.
She turned around and opened her mouth to tell Malfoy off, but instead, he did something she had not anticipated at all.
He kissed her.
Hermione's eyes widened. He had caught her face in his hands and was now kissing her with his extremely soft lips. She almost closed her eyes and started to kiss him back, but pulled away, remembering who it was. It was Malfoy, for Merlin's sake. He was slimy git. A good-looking slimy git, but a slimy git none the less.
"What the hell was that?" she whispered harshly.
For a second, Hermione almost thought he looked hurt. Then he turned away and ran down the corrider.
A/N: So, what did you think? I hope it's long enough. :D And LynLyn, I made them kiss!!! It was intense, but not too intense. I think. And for leonsalanna, he thought. Note my special abilities in making it be his POV while still not being in first person. You know it's Draco's POV when he's Draco and Hermione is Granger. Hehehe. Well, we got a laptop, so I can write out chapters whenever and wherever *sings to shakira* except in the water, o'course. I hope you all like Belle. She's a cutie-pie. And we'll meet her kitty Snow soon enough. And the new DADA teacher. *jumps around in excitement* I can't wait to type another chapter, whooooohooooo!!!! ^_^
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R/R please :) Adios, Ciel.