A/N This chapter is written in Hermione's point of view. Thanks so much to
all my reviewers:
houdinishideaway (I promise there's no Britney in this one!),
hpfan87 (I hope you're feeling better!), hotaru420 (I'm glad you liked it),
number1princess (the named bra gets explained on this one!),
moony*padfoot (you're too kind!),
sodapop C (you're very cool!),
harryluvzginny (thanks so much),
VeriaMatann (I made the bra black just for you!!),
Ravengurlie149 (Thanks. I promise there is no Britney Speas in this
chapter!)
I am very grateful that the majority of you guys liked it! I hope you all
enjoy this one as well!
Disclaimer I don't own Harry, Hermione or any other characters from
J.K.Rowling. Yada yada yada..
Chapter 7 - Little White Lies
As I was walking back from Hagrid's hut after meeting with Viktor, I
couldn't believe how stupid I was. I mean, how could I have left my bra
there after my little fling with Draco. I was just so stupid! The fault was
my mothers though, as well. What in gods name is wrong with her? Why on
earth does she have to go around and name all of my clothes for me? It's
crazy. Oh well, at least Viktor is no longer suspicious about me anymore.
Nothing that a couple of little white lies can't fix!
I told him that there was another H. Granger at my school. It was my second
cousin Helga, who I had never told him about because I was ashamed of her,
as she was a complete little skank. I could explain about the perfume as
well, because I had lent it to her the previous night. I was still a little
scared that he was still not completely satisfied with my story, but it
would do for now.
I quietly sneaked back up to my dorm room and slipped into bed, reflecting
on the nights events. I couldn't believe we had so much fun; Viktor and I,
without doing anything much really. I was so nervous when I first got
there. I mean, I had got all dressed up as though I was meeting Draco or
something. I must have gotten confused. Anyway, I've got to remember now
that Viktor doesn't love me for what I look like, but for who I am. Unlike
Draco, who I am not sure why he "loves" me. Which reminds me. I had to go
and sort some stuff out with him later.
I can still remember how Draco said those three magical words to me: "I
love you." Did he really mean them? And if so, why on earth did I take off
like that? I felt so bad. He must be so hurt.
**********
I slowly dragged myself to breakfast looking utterly horrible. I had got
back so late last night, that I couldn't even be bothered removing my
makeup. My eyeliner was completely smudged and I was feeling really antsy
this morning, so all my attempts at fixing it up had probably just made it
worse. Anyhow, this was quite a good excuse for avoiding Draco again. I
could only imagine facing him looking like this. He might have a heart
attack!
"What happened to you?" Questioned Ron as soon as I walked into the hall.
Great, if Ron could notice that I looked like crap, then who couldn't? I
don't know why, but lately I have just been getting frustrated with
everything he seems to say. He is just so immature compared to guys like
Harry, Draco and Viktor. Sometimes, I even felt like Neville had more of a
clue than Ron.
"Don't nag her mate. She probably just had a late night last night, aye?"
Harry said, his eyes twinkling mischievously.
Thank god for Harry. I don't know what I could have possibly done if it
wasn't for him. What a good friend!
My eyes led me to the Slytherin table, and I was shocked to see Draco
sitting there away from his two trusty sidekicks, Crabbe and Goyle. In
fact, he was completely on his own. I felt so sorry for him. Just sitting
there all on his own, his adorable blonde hair unbrushed and his complexion
so white, looking close to snow. I just had to go over and talk to him. But
how could I? What, in front of all these people? No, it would only
embarrass him further. I'll try and talk to him in Care of Magical
Creatures, the only class I had with him today.
****
Finally fourth period had arrived and the butterflies were walloping around
wildly in my stomach. As Hagrid wasn't there, and our relief teacher was
completely and utterly stupid, I decided I would be able to make up some
cock and bull story about Draco and I having to do some cleaning up.
"Orders from the headmaster" I'd say. Hopefully Draco would get the hint
and would play along, and then we could have some quality time together,
and I would be able to explain everything, my feelings and all, to him.
The relief teacher Mr. Wood had arrived, and I was eagerly awaiting a
chance to bring up the little "cleaning duties" I had to complete.
Finally, I had found the perfect moment. He was just going on about how
"the forbidden forest was such a mess that he had lost his wand in it, the
previous night," when I decided to bring it up:
"Speaking of messes Sir, Headmaster Dumbledore requested that Draco Malfoy
and I were to go to the kitchen and help with some of the cleaning up.
They're short of house-elves, so we offered to help out." I said, with my
sweetest possible voice and my most charming smile. I shot Draco a look, to
try and read what he was thinking. He seemed to have caught on, and piped
up:
"Yeah, we better get a move on, we're already running late."
To this, Mr. Wood replied: "Oh, well go ahead. You two really are model
students you know!"
Poor old Harry was looking very suspicious, but I would have to explain
everything to him later. I am sure he would not approve of me cutting class
to spend some time with him, but I had no other choice.
When we were quite a while away from everyone else, I decided to start up
the conversation.
"Look Draco, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to leave you there that night, and
run off like that." I said.
"Oh, so what did you mean to do then?" He replied.
I felt so bad. I could tell I had really hurt him. I didn't know he was so
serious about me. I didn't know what to say. I guess I would just have to
start with the truth.
"Look, it came as a shock, that's all. I'm just really confused about,
about how I feel."
"That's OK. Do you still want to see each other though?"
"Of course!." I replied. There was nothing else I rather wanted. I mean,
Viktor is nice, but Draco really was something else. I really wanted to be
with him right now. And I mean, like be with him.
"Listen, do you want to go up to my room. No one will be there now, and it
would be so perfect!" I told him. I could tell that he had forgiven me
already. As soon as I said this, a huge smile lit up his face.
"Of course!" He replied, and we walked back to my room, hand. It was all so
perfect. I was so happy. I would never have it any other way!
A/N So. what did everyone think? Please review, you know you want to! Stay
tuned for tomorrow's adventure when we find out, would Hermione really not
have it any other way? Oh, and also, anyone that liked my story, I think
you should all go and read VeriaMatann's story "My Blazing Love for You."
It is really good! Don't forget to review! I'll update ASAP, I promise! -
Lux-soap
all my reviewers:
houdinishideaway (I promise there's no Britney in this one!),
hpfan87 (I hope you're feeling better!), hotaru420 (I'm glad you liked it),
number1princess (the named bra gets explained on this one!),
moony*padfoot (you're too kind!),
sodapop C (you're very cool!),
harryluvzginny (thanks so much),
VeriaMatann (I made the bra black just for you!!),
Ravengurlie149 (Thanks. I promise there is no Britney Speas in this
chapter!)
I am very grateful that the majority of you guys liked it! I hope you all
enjoy this one as well!
Disclaimer I don't own Harry, Hermione or any other characters from
J.K.Rowling. Yada yada yada..
Chapter 7 - Little White Lies
As I was walking back from Hagrid's hut after meeting with Viktor, I
couldn't believe how stupid I was. I mean, how could I have left my bra
there after my little fling with Draco. I was just so stupid! The fault was
my mothers though, as well. What in gods name is wrong with her? Why on
earth does she have to go around and name all of my clothes for me? It's
crazy. Oh well, at least Viktor is no longer suspicious about me anymore.
Nothing that a couple of little white lies can't fix!
I told him that there was another H. Granger at my school. It was my second
cousin Helga, who I had never told him about because I was ashamed of her,
as she was a complete little skank. I could explain about the perfume as
well, because I had lent it to her the previous night. I was still a little
scared that he was still not completely satisfied with my story, but it
would do for now.
I quietly sneaked back up to my dorm room and slipped into bed, reflecting
on the nights events. I couldn't believe we had so much fun; Viktor and I,
without doing anything much really. I was so nervous when I first got
there. I mean, I had got all dressed up as though I was meeting Draco or
something. I must have gotten confused. Anyway, I've got to remember now
that Viktor doesn't love me for what I look like, but for who I am. Unlike
Draco, who I am not sure why he "loves" me. Which reminds me. I had to go
and sort some stuff out with him later.
I can still remember how Draco said those three magical words to me: "I
love you." Did he really mean them? And if so, why on earth did I take off
like that? I felt so bad. He must be so hurt.
**********
I slowly dragged myself to breakfast looking utterly horrible. I had got
back so late last night, that I couldn't even be bothered removing my
makeup. My eyeliner was completely smudged and I was feeling really antsy
this morning, so all my attempts at fixing it up had probably just made it
worse. Anyhow, this was quite a good excuse for avoiding Draco again. I
could only imagine facing him looking like this. He might have a heart
attack!
"What happened to you?" Questioned Ron as soon as I walked into the hall.
Great, if Ron could notice that I looked like crap, then who couldn't? I
don't know why, but lately I have just been getting frustrated with
everything he seems to say. He is just so immature compared to guys like
Harry, Draco and Viktor. Sometimes, I even felt like Neville had more of a
clue than Ron.
"Don't nag her mate. She probably just had a late night last night, aye?"
Harry said, his eyes twinkling mischievously.
Thank god for Harry. I don't know what I could have possibly done if it
wasn't for him. What a good friend!
My eyes led me to the Slytherin table, and I was shocked to see Draco
sitting there away from his two trusty sidekicks, Crabbe and Goyle. In
fact, he was completely on his own. I felt so sorry for him. Just sitting
there all on his own, his adorable blonde hair unbrushed and his complexion
so white, looking close to snow. I just had to go over and talk to him. But
how could I? What, in front of all these people? No, it would only
embarrass him further. I'll try and talk to him in Care of Magical
Creatures, the only class I had with him today.
****
Finally fourth period had arrived and the butterflies were walloping around
wildly in my stomach. As Hagrid wasn't there, and our relief teacher was
completely and utterly stupid, I decided I would be able to make up some
cock and bull story about Draco and I having to do some cleaning up.
"Orders from the headmaster" I'd say. Hopefully Draco would get the hint
and would play along, and then we could have some quality time together,
and I would be able to explain everything, my feelings and all, to him.
The relief teacher Mr. Wood had arrived, and I was eagerly awaiting a
chance to bring up the little "cleaning duties" I had to complete.
Finally, I had found the perfect moment. He was just going on about how
"the forbidden forest was such a mess that he had lost his wand in it, the
previous night," when I decided to bring it up:
"Speaking of messes Sir, Headmaster Dumbledore requested that Draco Malfoy
and I were to go to the kitchen and help with some of the cleaning up.
They're short of house-elves, so we offered to help out." I said, with my
sweetest possible voice and my most charming smile. I shot Draco a look, to
try and read what he was thinking. He seemed to have caught on, and piped
up:
"Yeah, we better get a move on, we're already running late."
To this, Mr. Wood replied: "Oh, well go ahead. You two really are model
students you know!"
Poor old Harry was looking very suspicious, but I would have to explain
everything to him later. I am sure he would not approve of me cutting class
to spend some time with him, but I had no other choice.
When we were quite a while away from everyone else, I decided to start up
the conversation.
"Look Draco, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to leave you there that night, and
run off like that." I said.
"Oh, so what did you mean to do then?" He replied.
I felt so bad. I could tell I had really hurt him. I didn't know he was so
serious about me. I didn't know what to say. I guess I would just have to
start with the truth.
"Look, it came as a shock, that's all. I'm just really confused about,
about how I feel."
"That's OK. Do you still want to see each other though?"
"Of course!." I replied. There was nothing else I rather wanted. I mean,
Viktor is nice, but Draco really was something else. I really wanted to be
with him right now. And I mean, like be with him.
"Listen, do you want to go up to my room. No one will be there now, and it
would be so perfect!" I told him. I could tell that he had forgiven me
already. As soon as I said this, a huge smile lit up his face.
"Of course!" He replied, and we walked back to my room, hand. It was all so
perfect. I was so happy. I would never have it any other way!
A/N So. what did everyone think? Please review, you know you want to! Stay
tuned for tomorrow's adventure when we find out, would Hermione really not
have it any other way? Oh, and also, anyone that liked my story, I think
you should all go and read VeriaMatann's story "My Blazing Love for You."
It is really good! Don't forget to review! I'll update ASAP, I promise! -
Lux-soap