Author's note: Okay! I'm so so so sorry that I took such a long time to
update this. It's just that I've been so busy lately. Here's the latest. =)
Oh yes. I'm a newbie here, as well as in writing fanfics. So, please
forgive me for my limited vocabulary. Btw. Yet again, I must emphasize
that none of the characters here belong to me. Though I still do wish
Malfoy belongs to me. -Sighs- Have fun everyone.
So lonely inside. So busy out there. When all you wanted was somebody who cares`
-Michelle Branch's All you wanted
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* Who the hell does that filthy mudblood think she is anyway? Who is she to judge me? I am NOT a deatheater. So what if Father is anyway? He already got his just deserts. He's already in Azkaban. What more do they want? *
"Well Well Well, Who could it have been, to make Master Draco Malfoy so angry, at such an early hour?"
Draco looked up, only to see a very cheeky Pansy grinning at him, flirtatiously batting her eyelids.
"Sod off Pansy. You're one of them. Can't I get a single of moment of peace anyway? Where's the privacy that Malfoys should be accorded?" Draco said in his usual drawl, rolling his eyes.
It was just like Pansy to be flirting with him at any time of the day. Not that he really minded anyway. But somehow he knew that Pansy Parkinson was only interested in his riches and his brooding good looks. Well. Most girls were after that anyway.
Pansy pouted and took her place beside Draco and started flirting with him continually, adding on to his annoyance that morning. Draco sighed as he scanned his eyes through the entire great hall before his misty blue-grey eyes rested on a familiar figure, whose back was facing him. The curly brown locks and a petite frame. Mudblood Granger. Draco sneered at the thought of this, recalling his encounter with her that morning.
Almost as though she could sense his eyes on her, Granger turned around. Just as her hazelbrown eyes met his pools of grey, he turned away, seeming to realize that he had actually been staring at Granger. A mudblood, something that was deemed to be beneath all Malfoys and purebloods.
Angry with himself for being caught in such a predicament, Draco stood up, and stalked out of the great hall, knowing that eyes were watching him. But he did not turn, not wanting to check if any of the eyes watching him leave, were hazelbrown ones.
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Hermione shivered. His blue-grey eyes had been so cold. They were too cold to be true. But beneath the coldness, she had seen something else. Loneliness was exuding from Malfoy. This was all too strange. Was that really loneliness she had seen in him? Whatever happened to the Malfoy that oozed with confidence and arrogance?
"Helloooo? Earth to Hermione!" a familiar female voice said.
"Hu.. Huh? What.?" Hermione said, snapping back to reality. It was Ginny that was talking to her.
"What's wrong Hermione? You look so far off. Did something happen?" Ginny asked, her voice filled with concern.
"Uh. No. Sorry Gin. I was just thinking about my arithmancy lesson in the first period." Hermione replied, trying to reassure Ginny that nothing was the matter.
* Arithmancy? First period. Oh no. Malfoy. *
"Hermione. Are you sure you're alright? You've got that distant look on your face once again." Ginny asked again, sounding even more worried than ever.
"Um. Yes yes. I'm certain I'm fine. Don't worry Gin. I've got to run now. Bye Gin. See you around yea?" Hermione said, as she gathered her books, rushing off to arithmancy lesson.
With the image of misty looking blue grey eyes fresh in her mind, Hermione walked down the great hall, to the arithmancy classroom, half anticipating the arithmancy lesson, which was her favourite subject, and half dreading meeting Malfoy again, after their encounter just about an hour ago.
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"Mister Malfoy and Ms Granger, I'd like to meet the both of you regarding your arithmancy work after the lesson. Would you two please stay back for a little while afterwards? Thank you very much. I'm sure you two will like what's in store."
Hermione inhaled sharply as she listened to Professor Vector's announcement.
* She wants to meet Malfoy and I? Malfoy? What's he got to do with my work anyway? And we'd appreciate what's in store? What's in store anyway?! *
.... At the end of the lesson...
"Ms Granger. Mr. Malfoy. Well, I'm sure you two are tingling with anticipation to know what I've got in store for both of you? Yes? Well. As you both know, both of you are my best Arithmancy students for your level. However, both of you still do have your weaknesses in some areas. In the areas where Ms Granger is strong in, Mr. Malfoy, you are weak in. And so it's vice versa. Therefore, I've decided to partner the two of you up to be partners! So you can help each other in your arithmancy work. Isn't that lovely?"
The professor looked up at her two students with delight, expecting a very positive response. [ the animosity between the two is unbeknownst to her, surprisingly] But instead of the response she had expected to get, all she got from the two students were blank faces. Both were unable to comprehend the piece of information that had just been thrown in their faces.
"Well. I'm sure you two will get used to working with each other in awhile," Professor Vector said uneasily, suddenly aware of the awkwardness of the situation.
* What?! Now I'm stuck with Malfoy for Arithmancy. Great. Just plain great. * Hermione thought as her expression shifted to a disgusted one.
"Don't worry Granger. You're not the only one disgusted with this arrangement. I am too, just for your information. Imagine. Working with a mudblood. Urgh. Draco said with a smirk on his face.
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* Just my luck to be stuck with know-it-all Granger! So what if she's smart and pretty? Who does she think she is anyway? Hey. WAIT A MINUTE. Did I just think she's pretty? Draco Malfoy. What's wrong with you? Anyway. I doubt Father will be very pleased with the arrangement by Professor Vector. Not that he would care very much about me anyway. He's in Azkaban anyway. I doubt he'd have much power to do anything now that he's been caught as a deatheater. *
Draco's handsome features twisted into a sneer as he thought about his father, Lucius Malfoy. Lucius never really was very much of a father he was to Draco, as much as he was a disciplinarian. All he ever wanted from Draco were good results, and for Draco to take after him, to be a deatheater and to pledge his loyalty to the Lord Voldemort.
* Hah! * Draco thought, * I'm not half as stupid as Father as to give up my freedom to a pathetic half blood who calls himself Lord Voldemort *
Even though Draco Malfoy had always favoured the dark arts as compared to proper, legal magic, someone who could be easily defeated by his archenemy, Harry Potter, did not impress him. He had heard stories about how the Lord Voldemort and his minions had dominated over the wizardry world, and how he had terrorized thousands of wizards and witches. But the idea of him being defeated by a defenseless, one year old baby was ridiculous. Draco could hardly believe why his father had returned to the dark side when the Lord Voldemort had returned. All his respect for Lucius Malfoy had been diminished by his one single action. He promised himself that he wouldn't believe how powerful the dark lord was, until he saw it for himself.
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Okok! I've come to the end of this chapter! =) Thanks to all for the reviews and suggestions! And to NiCz2392: I first took a liking to his character when I read a fanfics by someone else. So I guess I can say I'm pretty intrigued by his character. But tom felton is cute as well. =)
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So lonely inside. So busy out there. When all you wanted was somebody who cares`
-Michelle Branch's All you wanted
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* Who the hell does that filthy mudblood think she is anyway? Who is she to judge me? I am NOT a deatheater. So what if Father is anyway? He already got his just deserts. He's already in Azkaban. What more do they want? *
"Well Well Well, Who could it have been, to make Master Draco Malfoy so angry, at such an early hour?"
Draco looked up, only to see a very cheeky Pansy grinning at him, flirtatiously batting her eyelids.
"Sod off Pansy. You're one of them. Can't I get a single of moment of peace anyway? Where's the privacy that Malfoys should be accorded?" Draco said in his usual drawl, rolling his eyes.
It was just like Pansy to be flirting with him at any time of the day. Not that he really minded anyway. But somehow he knew that Pansy Parkinson was only interested in his riches and his brooding good looks. Well. Most girls were after that anyway.
Pansy pouted and took her place beside Draco and started flirting with him continually, adding on to his annoyance that morning. Draco sighed as he scanned his eyes through the entire great hall before his misty blue-grey eyes rested on a familiar figure, whose back was facing him. The curly brown locks and a petite frame. Mudblood Granger. Draco sneered at the thought of this, recalling his encounter with her that morning.
Almost as though she could sense his eyes on her, Granger turned around. Just as her hazelbrown eyes met his pools of grey, he turned away, seeming to realize that he had actually been staring at Granger. A mudblood, something that was deemed to be beneath all Malfoys and purebloods.
Angry with himself for being caught in such a predicament, Draco stood up, and stalked out of the great hall, knowing that eyes were watching him. But he did not turn, not wanting to check if any of the eyes watching him leave, were hazelbrown ones.
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Hermione shivered. His blue-grey eyes had been so cold. They were too cold to be true. But beneath the coldness, she had seen something else. Loneliness was exuding from Malfoy. This was all too strange. Was that really loneliness she had seen in him? Whatever happened to the Malfoy that oozed with confidence and arrogance?
"Helloooo? Earth to Hermione!" a familiar female voice said.
"Hu.. Huh? What.?" Hermione said, snapping back to reality. It was Ginny that was talking to her.
"What's wrong Hermione? You look so far off. Did something happen?" Ginny asked, her voice filled with concern.
"Uh. No. Sorry Gin. I was just thinking about my arithmancy lesson in the first period." Hermione replied, trying to reassure Ginny that nothing was the matter.
* Arithmancy? First period. Oh no. Malfoy. *
"Hermione. Are you sure you're alright? You've got that distant look on your face once again." Ginny asked again, sounding even more worried than ever.
"Um. Yes yes. I'm certain I'm fine. Don't worry Gin. I've got to run now. Bye Gin. See you around yea?" Hermione said, as she gathered her books, rushing off to arithmancy lesson.
With the image of misty looking blue grey eyes fresh in her mind, Hermione walked down the great hall, to the arithmancy classroom, half anticipating the arithmancy lesson, which was her favourite subject, and half dreading meeting Malfoy again, after their encounter just about an hour ago.
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"Mister Malfoy and Ms Granger, I'd like to meet the both of you regarding your arithmancy work after the lesson. Would you two please stay back for a little while afterwards? Thank you very much. I'm sure you two will like what's in store."
Hermione inhaled sharply as she listened to Professor Vector's announcement.
* She wants to meet Malfoy and I? Malfoy? What's he got to do with my work anyway? And we'd appreciate what's in store? What's in store anyway?! *
.... At the end of the lesson...
"Ms Granger. Mr. Malfoy. Well, I'm sure you two are tingling with anticipation to know what I've got in store for both of you? Yes? Well. As you both know, both of you are my best Arithmancy students for your level. However, both of you still do have your weaknesses in some areas. In the areas where Ms Granger is strong in, Mr. Malfoy, you are weak in. And so it's vice versa. Therefore, I've decided to partner the two of you up to be partners! So you can help each other in your arithmancy work. Isn't that lovely?"
The professor looked up at her two students with delight, expecting a very positive response. [ the animosity between the two is unbeknownst to her, surprisingly] But instead of the response she had expected to get, all she got from the two students were blank faces. Both were unable to comprehend the piece of information that had just been thrown in their faces.
"Well. I'm sure you two will get used to working with each other in awhile," Professor Vector said uneasily, suddenly aware of the awkwardness of the situation.
* What?! Now I'm stuck with Malfoy for Arithmancy. Great. Just plain great. * Hermione thought as her expression shifted to a disgusted one.
"Don't worry Granger. You're not the only one disgusted with this arrangement. I am too, just for your information. Imagine. Working with a mudblood. Urgh. Draco said with a smirk on his face.
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* Just my luck to be stuck with know-it-all Granger! So what if she's smart and pretty? Who does she think she is anyway? Hey. WAIT A MINUTE. Did I just think she's pretty? Draco Malfoy. What's wrong with you? Anyway. I doubt Father will be very pleased with the arrangement by Professor Vector. Not that he would care very much about me anyway. He's in Azkaban anyway. I doubt he'd have much power to do anything now that he's been caught as a deatheater. *
Draco's handsome features twisted into a sneer as he thought about his father, Lucius Malfoy. Lucius never really was very much of a father he was to Draco, as much as he was a disciplinarian. All he ever wanted from Draco were good results, and for Draco to take after him, to be a deatheater and to pledge his loyalty to the Lord Voldemort.
* Hah! * Draco thought, * I'm not half as stupid as Father as to give up my freedom to a pathetic half blood who calls himself Lord Voldemort *
Even though Draco Malfoy had always favoured the dark arts as compared to proper, legal magic, someone who could be easily defeated by his archenemy, Harry Potter, did not impress him. He had heard stories about how the Lord Voldemort and his minions had dominated over the wizardry world, and how he had terrorized thousands of wizards and witches. But the idea of him being defeated by a defenseless, one year old baby was ridiculous. Draco could hardly believe why his father had returned to the dark side when the Lord Voldemort had returned. All his respect for Lucius Malfoy had been diminished by his one single action. He promised himself that he wouldn't believe how powerful the dark lord was, until he saw it for himself.
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Okok! I've come to the end of this chapter! =) Thanks to all for the reviews and suggestions! And to NiCz2392: I first took a liking to his character when I read a fanfics by someone else. So I guess I can say I'm pretty intrigued by his character. But tom felton is cute as well. =)
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