AN: This chapters short. It's okay, the next couple shall be good. I just
couldn't really think of anything at the time... so yeah. Four. :)
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Draco and Hermione exited the room quietly. "Thank the heavens tomorrow's Saturday." he said quietly, subsiding a yawn. She nodded sleepily. "Although I'll probably wake early... never could break the habit." she said in a tired mumble as they ambled away. The two walked in silence till they found theirselves going in two seperate directions. "Oh." Draco said awkwardly. "I guess I'll see you... err... soon?"
"Yeah, I suppose so. But we won't be talking much, will we?"
"No, That'd be a lot to explain. Ah... Thursday then."
"Right."
They stared at each other a moment, then Draco nodded. "Right. Sweet dreams."
"You too."
He turned on his heel, away from Hermione, and started down the empty corridor. She watched him until he turned a corner, then finally started the opposite way from Draco. She had felt something from him, something that wasn't just gratitude for the help. She felt as though he'd been thinking along the same lines as her, like he had felt the same way she'd been feeling all these years.
Maybe that's just what she wanted.
She stepped briskly up a staircase, then walked down the long corridor which led to the portrait of the Fat Lady. "Tandinela." said Hermione before the Fat Lady could ask. The portrait swung open and Hermione clambered into the common room. She gasped quietly. "Harry, Ron? What're you doing up?"
They both were watching the portrait hole. When they'd seen her, they stood and waited for her to realize there presence. "Waiting up for you, of course." Ron replied with a tired yawn. She shook her head and made her way towards them. "I told you guys not to wait up. Silly boys, go to bed." she said with a sigh. "We just wanted to make sure you made it back alright, thats all. We're going now. C'mon Ron..." Harry answered in a mumble. They both turned toward the staircase and slowly made there way up. "Sweet dreams boys, I'll see you in the morning." she called quietly after them.
They nodded in reply just before they vanished into there dorms. Hermione looked around the abandoned common room. It was sad to her she couldn't speak freely to Draco. Gryffindor and Slytherin on good terms? Dumbledore would've been pleased. She headed up to her dorm with Draco on her mind, wondering dully if he was thinking of her at that exactly moment.
Draco walked around the school a while rather than going back to Slytherin common room. It was dark at two-fifteen in the morning, he noted as he waltzed towards the front doors. Shockingly, no one was patrolling the corridor's he seemed to go down. Not even Filch's dreadful cat, Mrs. Norris. He opened the door quietly and looked around once before slipping out into the cool night.
Hermione was clouding his mind. Her eyes, her smile, her voice. The way she walked... not trying to be sexy or provactive, not trying to grasp his attention, like Pansy. How her uniform fit her, tight yet comfortably... enough to show off but leave things to the imagination. But most of all, her wit. And her mind, and the way she seemed to know everything... even if in most cases it classifed her as an insufferable know-it-all.
The night air smelled of grass and water, a sweet mixture in Draco's mind. There was a cool breeze wafting lazily around him, and the water of the lake rippled quietly in his ears. It was a perfect night to be out, just to take in all of the simple things that made life a little better. Of course, he couldn't show this side to his friends, or any of the Slytherins. They couldn't know that he, Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius, had a soft side. Or that he was thinking of nothing else then a certain Gryffindor.
He sat down about a foot away from the water of the lake. It was colder near the water, which was nice to him. Staring at the grounds beyond the large body of water, he tried taking his mind off of her. This infatuation he'd had for years was plain strange, and he knew if his father were to find out... well, it'd be the end of his life as he knew it.
'Stop thinking about her Draco.' his mind told him sternly. Oddly, it was his fathers voice.
"But why? Whats so wrong about thinking about someone?" he questioned out loud.
'Because you're being stupid, and you know it won't happen. Get a new obsession!'
"Ah... well, my mind's against me." he murmured. He laid against the soft grass and closed his eyes. He only saw two options as he lay there, looking at the inside of his eyelids. Either he did as his mind told him and stopped obsessing over Hermione, or he eventually came out and told her about his feelings publically and hoped she didn't shoot him down. He lay there for what seemed like hours, measuring the pro's and con's of each desicion steadily. Then a new voice sounded in his head, a soft female voice that sounded familiar.
'Tell her.'
He knew immediately this was not his mind speaking to him, more his heart. He nodded lazily to no one. "I'll tell her..." he murmured. "Eventually..." His exhaustion was taking over his body in waves. He didn't think he could even stand, let alone make the long trip back to the common room. "I'll just rest a little." he told himself quietly. "Then... I'll head up." With that last statment, he drifted off.
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Draco and Hermione exited the room quietly. "Thank the heavens tomorrow's Saturday." he said quietly, subsiding a yawn. She nodded sleepily. "Although I'll probably wake early... never could break the habit." she said in a tired mumble as they ambled away. The two walked in silence till they found theirselves going in two seperate directions. "Oh." Draco said awkwardly. "I guess I'll see you... err... soon?"
"Yeah, I suppose so. But we won't be talking much, will we?"
"No, That'd be a lot to explain. Ah... Thursday then."
"Right."
They stared at each other a moment, then Draco nodded. "Right. Sweet dreams."
"You too."
He turned on his heel, away from Hermione, and started down the empty corridor. She watched him until he turned a corner, then finally started the opposite way from Draco. She had felt something from him, something that wasn't just gratitude for the help. She felt as though he'd been thinking along the same lines as her, like he had felt the same way she'd been feeling all these years.
Maybe that's just what she wanted.
She stepped briskly up a staircase, then walked down the long corridor which led to the portrait of the Fat Lady. "Tandinela." said Hermione before the Fat Lady could ask. The portrait swung open and Hermione clambered into the common room. She gasped quietly. "Harry, Ron? What're you doing up?"
They both were watching the portrait hole. When they'd seen her, they stood and waited for her to realize there presence. "Waiting up for you, of course." Ron replied with a tired yawn. She shook her head and made her way towards them. "I told you guys not to wait up. Silly boys, go to bed." she said with a sigh. "We just wanted to make sure you made it back alright, thats all. We're going now. C'mon Ron..." Harry answered in a mumble. They both turned toward the staircase and slowly made there way up. "Sweet dreams boys, I'll see you in the morning." she called quietly after them.
They nodded in reply just before they vanished into there dorms. Hermione looked around the abandoned common room. It was sad to her she couldn't speak freely to Draco. Gryffindor and Slytherin on good terms? Dumbledore would've been pleased. She headed up to her dorm with Draco on her mind, wondering dully if he was thinking of her at that exactly moment.
Draco walked around the school a while rather than going back to Slytherin common room. It was dark at two-fifteen in the morning, he noted as he waltzed towards the front doors. Shockingly, no one was patrolling the corridor's he seemed to go down. Not even Filch's dreadful cat, Mrs. Norris. He opened the door quietly and looked around once before slipping out into the cool night.
Hermione was clouding his mind. Her eyes, her smile, her voice. The way she walked... not trying to be sexy or provactive, not trying to grasp his attention, like Pansy. How her uniform fit her, tight yet comfortably... enough to show off but leave things to the imagination. But most of all, her wit. And her mind, and the way she seemed to know everything... even if in most cases it classifed her as an insufferable know-it-all.
The night air smelled of grass and water, a sweet mixture in Draco's mind. There was a cool breeze wafting lazily around him, and the water of the lake rippled quietly in his ears. It was a perfect night to be out, just to take in all of the simple things that made life a little better. Of course, he couldn't show this side to his friends, or any of the Slytherins. They couldn't know that he, Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius, had a soft side. Or that he was thinking of nothing else then a certain Gryffindor.
He sat down about a foot away from the water of the lake. It was colder near the water, which was nice to him. Staring at the grounds beyond the large body of water, he tried taking his mind off of her. This infatuation he'd had for years was plain strange, and he knew if his father were to find out... well, it'd be the end of his life as he knew it.
'Stop thinking about her Draco.' his mind told him sternly. Oddly, it was his fathers voice.
"But why? Whats so wrong about thinking about someone?" he questioned out loud.
'Because you're being stupid, and you know it won't happen. Get a new obsession!'
"Ah... well, my mind's against me." he murmured. He laid against the soft grass and closed his eyes. He only saw two options as he lay there, looking at the inside of his eyelids. Either he did as his mind told him and stopped obsessing over Hermione, or he eventually came out and told her about his feelings publically and hoped she didn't shoot him down. He lay there for what seemed like hours, measuring the pro's and con's of each desicion steadily. Then a new voice sounded in his head, a soft female voice that sounded familiar.
'Tell her.'
He knew immediately this was not his mind speaking to him, more his heart. He nodded lazily to no one. "I'll tell her..." he murmured. "Eventually..." His exhaustion was taking over his body in waves. He didn't think he could even stand, let alone make the long trip back to the common room. "I'll just rest a little." he told himself quietly. "Then... I'll head up." With that last statment, he drifted off.
