*Chapter 2- Frustration and Thoughts*
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"…Class Dismissed!" Professor Sprout said, and brushed her hands together as if getting rid of dirt. All the students took off their gloves and piled them on the table as they left the Green House. Hermione walked out after Ron and Harry who were laughing. "You know, that was cruel!" She snapped as she pushed passed them; going to the castle. It was the end of classes and Hermione was supposed to meet Draco in the Library. ~Oh no…~ She thought as she walked through the crowed hallways. She didn't want to see Draco; but then again, she did.
Taking a deep breath, she shifted her backpack to her other shoulder and pushed open the huge double doors. She was greeted by the smell of dust, and books. Looking around the Library, she noticed only a few people were in here; which was good. Hermione walked through the rows of books, and took a table that was out of side and way in the back. She took out everything she needed for the project and set off to find books on the subject.
"Ah, Here is one." She mumbled to herself as she took 'Complicated Potions for the dark arts' book off the shelf and went over to the table; laying it down. When she sat down she began flipping through the book, in search for the potion. Grabbing her quill she dipped in the ink beside her and started writing notes down.
Movement was heard from the dark shadows of the library, she Hermione looked up. Seeing nobody she went back to work the only sound of quill scratching on parchment. "Granger." A cold voice said from above her and Hermione nearly jumped a mile. Looking up, she smiled. "Hey Malfoy, sit and we will get started." He glared at her and took his seat; across from the 16 year old girl. "Okay, read this book and find all the important hints and stuff for the potion. I am going to look for more books." Hermione was about to get up, but Malfoy had to open his mouth. "Excuse me. I do not take orders from a mud blood."
Her Amber eyes narrowed and she scowled. "You know Malfoy, you can at least act like decent human while we are working together or we both fail." He looked at her through his cold ice blue eyes and sneered. "Fine. I am only doing this for my bloody grade. But I know for a fact you can ace this without looking at books." Hermione thought for a second he was complimenting her; but of course, he wasn't. "What do you mean ferret?"
He smirked and leaned back in the library chair. "Well, you made it in second year did you not? I am sure you still remember Granger." Dread filled Hermione when he said this. ~He knows? How? He couldn't. ~ She thought quickly. But he could. Hermione decided to play stupid. "I have no idea what you are talking about Malfoy." Draco laughed bitterly and shook his head. "Yeah, sure. Second year, you changed Potter and Wesley into Crabbe and Goyle to fish information out of me about the CoS, right?"
Her mouth felt dry as he said this, she opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. How did he know? "How do I know?" He asked, as if reading her mind. "Well, Crabbe couldn't get a stomach ache, cause lets face it. He is a bottomless pit. Goyle, that idiot couldn't pronounce Dumbledore if he life depended on it…much less say Potter in my presence."
He looked at her shocked expression and snickered. "Oh come on, I am not as stupid as you and your boyfriends think Granger." He said in disgust. "I know your not stupid Malfoy, and no I am not feeding your overgrown ego. You act stupid, and you bloody well know it!" She snapped at him, setting down her quill. He nodded, and propped his feet on the table; crossing his ankles. "So, what are we doing?" She stared at him. "Well?" He asked her and rolled his eyes.
She lowered her head, and raised it once more to look up at the blonde Slytherin. "Malfoy why are you such a prat?" He seemed to be thinking about it, and then he frowned. To be honest, he didn't know why he acted like he did. He looked up at Hermione and shrugged. "Its what I was taught Mud Blood. Get over it." He replied coldly, and turned his gaze back on the floor.
Hermione scoffed and got up gathering up her stuff. When she was done, she put on her backpack; heading for the door. "Where are you going Granger?" Draco called from the table, and Hermione turned around. "As far away as I can get from you Ferret boy." She spat, leaving the Library; and Draco staring after her.
The whole time she walked to the Gryffindor Common Room, she thought about leaving Draco like she did. It was rude yes, but he was obnoxious. Sighing, Hermione whispered the password and stepped into the common room to find Harry and Ron talking intently. They both looked up when Hermione entered; Harry blushed and Ron grinned evilly. "Hey guys, what's up?" She asked slowly as she sat down beside Harry, who blushed even deeper. "I'm going to the kitchens…I'll be back…later." He winked at Harry and left the common room; Harry staring daggers at his back.
"Harry?" The Raven-Haired boy turned to face Hermione; clearing his throat. "Well, I need to ask you something Hermione." She nodded, and sat Indian style on the couch; watching Harry. "Um, hermionewouldyouliketogotothedancewithme?" He said in one breath and looked down at his hands. Hermione raised an eyebrow; smirking. "What did you say?" Taking a deep breath Harry said again, "Hermione, would you like to go to the dance with me?" Hermione smiled brightly; hugging her best friend. "Of course Harry! I would love too." He smiled too.
"Well, I am off to the Great Hall for dinner, how about you?" Hermione asked as she stood up; and turned to Harry. He nodded, standing up with her. "Shall we?" He held out his arm making Hermione laugh. "We Shall!" She slipped her arm through his and they walked out of the Common Room like that; smiles on both their faces.
The Great Hall was nosier than usual; guessing it was Wendsay and everyone was going shopping for his or her clothes for the dance Friday night. Hermione was sitting with Ginny Weasley, Lavender Brown and Paravit patil. "So, who are you guys going to the dance with?" Ginny asked while she munched on a carrot. "I'm going with Ron, and Pav is going with Justin from Ravenclaw." Lavender told them and Hermione giggled. "I'm going with Harry, and Ginny you never told us who you were going with." Ginny blushed and kept munching on her carrot. "Ginny…" She sighed, "Alright, I am going with Dean Thomas. There! You happy?" Ginny laughed and threw the rest of her Carrot at Hermione who threw it back. "Gross Gin!" All four girls burst into a fit of giggles. "Okay, the hottest guys…" Lavender said as she recovered from laughing. "Harry Potter," Ginny said as if it was so obvious. "No, He is second best. Draco Malfoy!" Pav said giggling, and Hermione froze. She hadn't thought about Malfoy since she left him in the Library a couple of hours ago. "You think so Hermione?" Lavender asked her; Hermione shook her head. The girls giggled again and Hermione laughed along with them; weakly.
The rest of the conversation was consisting of boys; and not that Hermione wasn't interested in it, it just always brought the one person she didn't want to her mind. She excused her self and left the Great Hall, walking out in the courtyard. Hermione sat down on one of the stone benches, sitting Indian style staring at the ground in front of her. It was weird Malfoy was the most thing on her mind now days. Ever since she saw him crying; he was permanently attached to her mind.
She looked up at the sky, which was gray and stormy looking. Thunder roared from far away and rain started to fall. Hermione made not move to leave; she sat there, letting the rain pour down on her. To anyone else raindrops were falling down her face; but it was tears. She hated feeling like she could walk on water every time the thought of Draco Malfoy entered her mind; she hated herself for trying to be nice to him; knowing he won't change. She hated the fact she felt something for him, and it was much more than hate.
Lighting flashed, and thunder roared louder. Hermione got up from the bench and hurried out of the rain; but didn't make it. She slipped on the concrete and her head contacted with the hard, cold, stone. The last feeling she felt was a warm feeling, cause someone's arms wrapped around her.
Oh no!! Cliffy!!!! Lol…Review!!! It will get better soon, I promise. But I don't want to rush into anything to quickly.
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"…Class Dismissed!" Professor Sprout said, and brushed her hands together as if getting rid of dirt. All the students took off their gloves and piled them on the table as they left the Green House. Hermione walked out after Ron and Harry who were laughing. "You know, that was cruel!" She snapped as she pushed passed them; going to the castle. It was the end of classes and Hermione was supposed to meet Draco in the Library. ~Oh no…~ She thought as she walked through the crowed hallways. She didn't want to see Draco; but then again, she did.
Taking a deep breath, she shifted her backpack to her other shoulder and pushed open the huge double doors. She was greeted by the smell of dust, and books. Looking around the Library, she noticed only a few people were in here; which was good. Hermione walked through the rows of books, and took a table that was out of side and way in the back. She took out everything she needed for the project and set off to find books on the subject.
"Ah, Here is one." She mumbled to herself as she took 'Complicated Potions for the dark arts' book off the shelf and went over to the table; laying it down. When she sat down she began flipping through the book, in search for the potion. Grabbing her quill she dipped in the ink beside her and started writing notes down.
Movement was heard from the dark shadows of the library, she Hermione looked up. Seeing nobody she went back to work the only sound of quill scratching on parchment. "Granger." A cold voice said from above her and Hermione nearly jumped a mile. Looking up, she smiled. "Hey Malfoy, sit and we will get started." He glared at her and took his seat; across from the 16 year old girl. "Okay, read this book and find all the important hints and stuff for the potion. I am going to look for more books." Hermione was about to get up, but Malfoy had to open his mouth. "Excuse me. I do not take orders from a mud blood."
Her Amber eyes narrowed and she scowled. "You know Malfoy, you can at least act like decent human while we are working together or we both fail." He looked at her through his cold ice blue eyes and sneered. "Fine. I am only doing this for my bloody grade. But I know for a fact you can ace this without looking at books." Hermione thought for a second he was complimenting her; but of course, he wasn't. "What do you mean ferret?"
He smirked and leaned back in the library chair. "Well, you made it in second year did you not? I am sure you still remember Granger." Dread filled Hermione when he said this. ~He knows? How? He couldn't. ~ She thought quickly. But he could. Hermione decided to play stupid. "I have no idea what you are talking about Malfoy." Draco laughed bitterly and shook his head. "Yeah, sure. Second year, you changed Potter and Wesley into Crabbe and Goyle to fish information out of me about the CoS, right?"
Her mouth felt dry as he said this, she opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. How did he know? "How do I know?" He asked, as if reading her mind. "Well, Crabbe couldn't get a stomach ache, cause lets face it. He is a bottomless pit. Goyle, that idiot couldn't pronounce Dumbledore if he life depended on it…much less say Potter in my presence."
He looked at her shocked expression and snickered. "Oh come on, I am not as stupid as you and your boyfriends think Granger." He said in disgust. "I know your not stupid Malfoy, and no I am not feeding your overgrown ego. You act stupid, and you bloody well know it!" She snapped at him, setting down her quill. He nodded, and propped his feet on the table; crossing his ankles. "So, what are we doing?" She stared at him. "Well?" He asked her and rolled his eyes.
She lowered her head, and raised it once more to look up at the blonde Slytherin. "Malfoy why are you such a prat?" He seemed to be thinking about it, and then he frowned. To be honest, he didn't know why he acted like he did. He looked up at Hermione and shrugged. "Its what I was taught Mud Blood. Get over it." He replied coldly, and turned his gaze back on the floor.
Hermione scoffed and got up gathering up her stuff. When she was done, she put on her backpack; heading for the door. "Where are you going Granger?" Draco called from the table, and Hermione turned around. "As far away as I can get from you Ferret boy." She spat, leaving the Library; and Draco staring after her.
The whole time she walked to the Gryffindor Common Room, she thought about leaving Draco like she did. It was rude yes, but he was obnoxious. Sighing, Hermione whispered the password and stepped into the common room to find Harry and Ron talking intently. They both looked up when Hermione entered; Harry blushed and Ron grinned evilly. "Hey guys, what's up?" She asked slowly as she sat down beside Harry, who blushed even deeper. "I'm going to the kitchens…I'll be back…later." He winked at Harry and left the common room; Harry staring daggers at his back.
"Harry?" The Raven-Haired boy turned to face Hermione; clearing his throat. "Well, I need to ask you something Hermione." She nodded, and sat Indian style on the couch; watching Harry. "Um, hermionewouldyouliketogotothedancewithme?" He said in one breath and looked down at his hands. Hermione raised an eyebrow; smirking. "What did you say?" Taking a deep breath Harry said again, "Hermione, would you like to go to the dance with me?" Hermione smiled brightly; hugging her best friend. "Of course Harry! I would love too." He smiled too.
"Well, I am off to the Great Hall for dinner, how about you?" Hermione asked as she stood up; and turned to Harry. He nodded, standing up with her. "Shall we?" He held out his arm making Hermione laugh. "We Shall!" She slipped her arm through his and they walked out of the Common Room like that; smiles on both their faces.
The Great Hall was nosier than usual; guessing it was Wendsay and everyone was going shopping for his or her clothes for the dance Friday night. Hermione was sitting with Ginny Weasley, Lavender Brown and Paravit patil. "So, who are you guys going to the dance with?" Ginny asked while she munched on a carrot. "I'm going with Ron, and Pav is going with Justin from Ravenclaw." Lavender told them and Hermione giggled. "I'm going with Harry, and Ginny you never told us who you were going with." Ginny blushed and kept munching on her carrot. "Ginny…" She sighed, "Alright, I am going with Dean Thomas. There! You happy?" Ginny laughed and threw the rest of her Carrot at Hermione who threw it back. "Gross Gin!" All four girls burst into a fit of giggles. "Okay, the hottest guys…" Lavender said as she recovered from laughing. "Harry Potter," Ginny said as if it was so obvious. "No, He is second best. Draco Malfoy!" Pav said giggling, and Hermione froze. She hadn't thought about Malfoy since she left him in the Library a couple of hours ago. "You think so Hermione?" Lavender asked her; Hermione shook her head. The girls giggled again and Hermione laughed along with them; weakly.
The rest of the conversation was consisting of boys; and not that Hermione wasn't interested in it, it just always brought the one person she didn't want to her mind. She excused her self and left the Great Hall, walking out in the courtyard. Hermione sat down on one of the stone benches, sitting Indian style staring at the ground in front of her. It was weird Malfoy was the most thing on her mind now days. Ever since she saw him crying; he was permanently attached to her mind.
She looked up at the sky, which was gray and stormy looking. Thunder roared from far away and rain started to fall. Hermione made not move to leave; she sat there, letting the rain pour down on her. To anyone else raindrops were falling down her face; but it was tears. She hated feeling like she could walk on water every time the thought of Draco Malfoy entered her mind; she hated herself for trying to be nice to him; knowing he won't change. She hated the fact she felt something for him, and it was much more than hate.
Lighting flashed, and thunder roared louder. Hermione got up from the bench and hurried out of the rain; but didn't make it. She slipped on the concrete and her head contacted with the hard, cold, stone. The last feeling she felt was a warm feeling, cause someone's arms wrapped around her.
Oh no!! Cliffy!!!! Lol…Review!!! It will get better soon, I promise. But I don't want to rush into anything to quickly.
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