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T.C. TenEyck who will be introduced later in the story.
The Dream
"Malfoy, I love you," said Hermoine.
"Huh?" Malfoy said very, very, confused.
"I've admired you from a distance for so long. I've been able to keep it hidden for this long but I don't think I can anymore." Hermoine says as she moves closer to Malfoy.
"I hate to say it, but I've felt the same way, but my father wouldn't." Malfoy is quieted by Hermoine's kiss.
: It becomes blurry:
Hermoine awakes in a cold sweat. "Oh god! I think I like Malfoy," Hermoine paused briefly, " but it's Malfoy, the same guy who calls me Mudblood everyday." Then Hermoine remembered that in the hallway when they bumped into each other he hadn't called her that. He had called her by her name. Then she remembered how sweet it sounded coming from his lips. " No but its Malfoy." Hermoine is trying to talk herself out of it. Hermoine lays back down hoping to go back to sleep and forget about everything but she tossed and turned all night. How could someone who hates her so bad make her wish she were in his arms now?
* * *
Malfoy had stayed up all night thinking about Hermoine. No matter how he tried to escape thinking about her, his thoughts of her were inescapable. He decided to get an early start before everyone else. He got dressed early and began to walk the campus while everyone else was asleep, but they'd be up before long. After walking for about an hour he realized it was for the best that, he didn't make more out if his thoughts than what they were.
He was on his way to Professor Snape's class he was face to face with Hermoine. She obviously didn't sleep much because she had bags, big enough to carry her books in, under her eyes.
" Morning Mudblood" Malfoy said in passing Hermoine.
"Morning jacka**" Hermoine responded.
"Ooh someone learned some new words, but I don't think mommy would approve of your language." Malfoy mocked.
"Shove it, Malfoy. I'm not in the mood for you s." Hermoine caught herself.
"I guess I struck a nerve," Malfoy paused seeing Crab and Goyle walking towards him, "See you later, Mudblood." Although he had ruined her morning, some part of her still wanted him. Why she didn't know.
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The Dream
"Malfoy, I love you," said Hermoine.
"Huh?" Malfoy said very, very, confused.
"I've admired you from a distance for so long. I've been able to keep it hidden for this long but I don't think I can anymore." Hermoine says as she moves closer to Malfoy.
"I hate to say it, but I've felt the same way, but my father wouldn't." Malfoy is quieted by Hermoine's kiss.
: It becomes blurry:
Hermoine awakes in a cold sweat. "Oh god! I think I like Malfoy," Hermoine paused briefly, " but it's Malfoy, the same guy who calls me Mudblood everyday." Then Hermoine remembered that in the hallway when they bumped into each other he hadn't called her that. He had called her by her name. Then she remembered how sweet it sounded coming from his lips. " No but its Malfoy." Hermoine is trying to talk herself out of it. Hermoine lays back down hoping to go back to sleep and forget about everything but she tossed and turned all night. How could someone who hates her so bad make her wish she were in his arms now?
* * *
Malfoy had stayed up all night thinking about Hermoine. No matter how he tried to escape thinking about her, his thoughts of her were inescapable. He decided to get an early start before everyone else. He got dressed early and began to walk the campus while everyone else was asleep, but they'd be up before long. After walking for about an hour he realized it was for the best that, he didn't make more out if his thoughts than what they were.
He was on his way to Professor Snape's class he was face to face with Hermoine. She obviously didn't sleep much because she had bags, big enough to carry her books in, under her eyes.
" Morning Mudblood" Malfoy said in passing Hermoine.
"Morning jacka**" Hermoine responded.
"Ooh someone learned some new words, but I don't think mommy would approve of your language." Malfoy mocked.
"Shove it, Malfoy. I'm not in the mood for you s." Hermoine caught herself.
"I guess I struck a nerve," Malfoy paused seeing Crab and Goyle walking towards him, "See you later, Mudblood." Although he had ruined her morning, some part of her still wanted him. Why she didn't know.
Author's Notes: How do you like? Please be gentle leave you comments. If you think I should stop were I am not write anymore review " Just stop, the agony's too much". If you wanna see where I'm going with this then type "Shut Up and Type"