BBehind their masks/B
More Hermione and Draco action, plus a the beginning of ... read on and find out! Sorry, I would have updated sooner but Fanfiction was down when I was online!
Lyonesse Le Fay - you're right, I do love reading them! It's what keeps me writing!
Josie-oh! - hehehe thanks, friend.
wutever - well, I'm updating now ;3.
kili-2 - thanks again!
DazedPanda - yes, Hermione is rich.
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Draco brought their dinners up to Hermione's room. She looked a bit worried, so Draco asked,
"I hope you don't mind eating on the bed."
"Oh no, I was just caught up in my thoughts," she replied. She was actually a bit excited about having dinner with Draco, it felt almost like a date. Even though it wasn't possible that they could ever be more than friend. She gazed at a stray lock of hair that fell down into Draco's face, and realised how she found him more and more handsome each day. Draco placed the plates down carefully, each laden with roast potatoes, beans and roast chicken with gravy.
"How did you know I liked roast potatoes?" Hermione asked, puzzled.
"I didn't. I like them myself."
"Oh, sorry." Hermione blushed.
"So, how are things with you?" was it just Hermione, or did Draco sound caring?
"Well ... you know what it's like when you've broken up with someone." she avoided his gaze. To her surprise, he took her hand in his and looked right into her eyes.
"Look, Hermione, I never meaned for your relationship to end like that. I want the best for you. I'm truly sorry it didn't work out," she felt touched, no-one had said anything that meaningful to her before! And of all people, it was Draco who said it! Surely there was something between them! She felt dazed, and he moved in closer to her. Suddenly a house elf walked in on them.
"Sorry Miss and Mister, but I came to check on you. To see if you'd finished," the house elf said to them timidly.
"What? Oh no, it's okay. We haven't even started!" Hermione replied, noticing that Draco was no longer holding her hand and their faces weren't so close apart. She reckoned that if the elf hadn't burst in, they would have kissed. The house elf left, leaving Hermione and Draco alone together. They ate their meals, but did not speak. Draco picked up the plates and cutlery, and turned to leave.
"Thanks," was the one word he said, and exited from the room. Hermione felt confused. He seemed to care for her, but only like a good friend. Perhaps that was all they were. Friends. Good friends, at that. But even that made her smile, as Harry and Ron would no doubt dislike her. She needed some support. She got into her pyjamas and wrote a quick letter to Lavender, letting her know she would help her find a robe the next day. She was certain it would cheer her up more, as shopping always made her happy. Afterwards, she lay down, and without even realising it, fell asleep.
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Hermione had slept in, and woke up feeling dazed. 1 'o clock, she read on her watch, I must have been REALLY tired! She had a quick shower, did her hair in a messy bun and got dressed into hip hugger jeans and a baby pink off-the-shoulder top in half an hour. Good timing, she thought, because it took quarter of an hour to get to the Astronomy tower, and she needed lunch. She quickly transfigured an old sock into a tasty gourmet panini with a flick of her wand, and munched it happily. When she had finished eating, she wiped her mouth, applied some vanilla lip gloss and perfume, and left her room, heading for the tower. She could remember the exact route there.
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Hermione puffed, she had only just made it on time. She had met up with Ginny, and had an interesting conversation over which mascara to use, and got a bit carried away over whether waterproof really made a difference, which meant she had to run the rest of the way. She knew Lavender always got there at least five minutes early, and was surprise to see the area empty. "Lavender?" she called, in case Lavender might have been behind some equipment, but the only reply was a soft echo of her call. She felt a bit weird, being in an empty classroom, with no teachers especially. She hopped onto a desk, and kicked her legs back and forth, back and forth out of boredom. She soon got caught up in her thoughts. She didn't really care about her fortune, she wasn't a big spender and was planning on saving her money for later things in life, such as a house. After waiting ten minutes, she felt a bit frustrated, and intently tried to listen for Lavender's footsteps. Gradually, a whirr of something sounded like it was drawing closer. Two whirring somethings. And then, a knock at the window and the sound of shoes landing on the ground. Who on earth could be breaking into the tower? Hermione thought, puzzled. It's not even locked! But it turned out they weren't looking for money, or equipment. They were looking for her. Footsteps drew closer, and suddenly a pair of strong arms grabbed her tightly around the waist, and pulled her to the window. She kicked furiously as they did so, and shouted "Let me go!" as loud as she could until she lost her voice. It did not seem to make much difference, as this person was very strong and his grip did not loosen.
"She'll go on with me Ron," the person who was holding her said gruffly. What was this? Ron was involved? This surprised Hermione. As she was pushed forcefully down onto a broomstick, it suddenly struck her. Hermione inhaled sharply as she realised that she was being kidnapped, and by her ex-best friends.
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A sort of cliffhanger, I know, but I couldn't resist!
More Hermione and Draco action, plus a the beginning of ... read on and find out! Sorry, I would have updated sooner but Fanfiction was down when I was online!
Lyonesse Le Fay - you're right, I do love reading them! It's what keeps me writing!
Josie-oh! - hehehe thanks, friend.
wutever - well, I'm updating now ;3.
kili-2 - thanks again!
DazedPanda - yes, Hermione is rich.
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Draco brought their dinners up to Hermione's room. She looked a bit worried, so Draco asked,
"I hope you don't mind eating on the bed."
"Oh no, I was just caught up in my thoughts," she replied. She was actually a bit excited about having dinner with Draco, it felt almost like a date. Even though it wasn't possible that they could ever be more than friend. She gazed at a stray lock of hair that fell down into Draco's face, and realised how she found him more and more handsome each day. Draco placed the plates down carefully, each laden with roast potatoes, beans and roast chicken with gravy.
"How did you know I liked roast potatoes?" Hermione asked, puzzled.
"I didn't. I like them myself."
"Oh, sorry." Hermione blushed.
"So, how are things with you?" was it just Hermione, or did Draco sound caring?
"Well ... you know what it's like when you've broken up with someone." she avoided his gaze. To her surprise, he took her hand in his and looked right into her eyes.
"Look, Hermione, I never meaned for your relationship to end like that. I want the best for you. I'm truly sorry it didn't work out," she felt touched, no-one had said anything that meaningful to her before! And of all people, it was Draco who said it! Surely there was something between them! She felt dazed, and he moved in closer to her. Suddenly a house elf walked in on them.
"Sorry Miss and Mister, but I came to check on you. To see if you'd finished," the house elf said to them timidly.
"What? Oh no, it's okay. We haven't even started!" Hermione replied, noticing that Draco was no longer holding her hand and their faces weren't so close apart. She reckoned that if the elf hadn't burst in, they would have kissed. The house elf left, leaving Hermione and Draco alone together. They ate their meals, but did not speak. Draco picked up the plates and cutlery, and turned to leave.
"Thanks," was the one word he said, and exited from the room. Hermione felt confused. He seemed to care for her, but only like a good friend. Perhaps that was all they were. Friends. Good friends, at that. But even that made her smile, as Harry and Ron would no doubt dislike her. She needed some support. She got into her pyjamas and wrote a quick letter to Lavender, letting her know she would help her find a robe the next day. She was certain it would cheer her up more, as shopping always made her happy. Afterwards, she lay down, and without even realising it, fell asleep.
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Hermione had slept in, and woke up feeling dazed. 1 'o clock, she read on her watch, I must have been REALLY tired! She had a quick shower, did her hair in a messy bun and got dressed into hip hugger jeans and a baby pink off-the-shoulder top in half an hour. Good timing, she thought, because it took quarter of an hour to get to the Astronomy tower, and she needed lunch. She quickly transfigured an old sock into a tasty gourmet panini with a flick of her wand, and munched it happily. When she had finished eating, she wiped her mouth, applied some vanilla lip gloss and perfume, and left her room, heading for the tower. She could remember the exact route there.
**********
Hermione puffed, she had only just made it on time. She had met up with Ginny, and had an interesting conversation over which mascara to use, and got a bit carried away over whether waterproof really made a difference, which meant she had to run the rest of the way. She knew Lavender always got there at least five minutes early, and was surprise to see the area empty. "Lavender?" she called, in case Lavender might have been behind some equipment, but the only reply was a soft echo of her call. She felt a bit weird, being in an empty classroom, with no teachers especially. She hopped onto a desk, and kicked her legs back and forth, back and forth out of boredom. She soon got caught up in her thoughts. She didn't really care about her fortune, she wasn't a big spender and was planning on saving her money for later things in life, such as a house. After waiting ten minutes, she felt a bit frustrated, and intently tried to listen for Lavender's footsteps. Gradually, a whirr of something sounded like it was drawing closer. Two whirring somethings. And then, a knock at the window and the sound of shoes landing on the ground. Who on earth could be breaking into the tower? Hermione thought, puzzled. It's not even locked! But it turned out they weren't looking for money, or equipment. They were looking for her. Footsteps drew closer, and suddenly a pair of strong arms grabbed her tightly around the waist, and pulled her to the window. She kicked furiously as they did so, and shouted "Let me go!" as loud as she could until she lost her voice. It did not seem to make much difference, as this person was very strong and his grip did not loosen.
"She'll go on with me Ron," the person who was holding her said gruffly. What was this? Ron was involved? This surprised Hermione. As she was pushed forcefully down onto a broomstick, it suddenly struck her. Hermione inhaled sharply as she realised that she was being kidnapped, and by her ex-best friends.
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A sort of cliffhanger, I know, but I couldn't resist!