The Words of the Unspoken
Chapter 2
The Rules of Love
The lights turned on and he found Hermoine on top of him. Their faces were mere centimeters part. He could feel her every curve and his body got really hot. He could feel her breath on his lips. Her lips were calling for him, but then he realized everyone else in the room. damn.
Harry looked up to find the room as full of people. Lupin was there, the Weasleys of course, some of his friends. Oliver Wood was there and seemed to notice Ginny had changed. Fred and George shot him looks for the remainder of the evening.
It was Harry's first ever birthday party!
The guests chatted and had a wonderful 5-layer cake that Mrs. Weasley made for Harry. It was topped w/ a miniature model of Harry on a broomstick. Harry then started opening his gifts. From Fred and George, he got an array of different joke supplies; from Oliver he got a new wrist guards for Quidditch. Ron and Hermoine both chipped in to get Harry new bass guitar, which he had always wanted to play, that could work around magic areas. Ron's father helped them with that trick. Then finally, Lupin pulled Harry aside.
"I wanted to wait until you were old enough to handle this, Harry." He handed Harry a small cream-colored box. Harry opened it to find a ring with a diamond that seemed to have bits of other gems inside it.
"I'm sorry, Moony, but I'm really not your type," Harry said with a chuckle.
"It's your mother's given by your father for their engagement."
Harry looked at the ring. On the inside it had carved, To my love with all my love. Harry examined the ring for a brief minute, shed a tear and put the box with the ring in his pocket.
"Oh, Harry, I'd also like to introduce you to my cousin Shearonda Zucco. She's going to be your new DADA teacher."
"Very nice to meet you, Harry." She said in a very soothing voice.
"Hello Mrs. Zucco," Harry said respectively.
"Oh, darling its Ms. I'm not married."
Harry looked at her. She was wearing a beautiful gold dress that fit her in all the right places and had long blond hair that floated more than it hung over her back. She had a nice tan though no tan lines. Yes, her dress would've revealed tan lines. And the way she moved when she danced with Lupin, wow. Harry gave a short laugh when he saw Ron goggling at her from the other side of the room. Harry realized that there was no one from Hogwarts there, besides the Weasleys, Hermoine, and Ginny's friend. They must be getting school supplies tomorrow and couldn't come. Mrs. Weasley later explained that they simply didn't know whom not to invite without inviting ¾ of the school. Soon, the party died down and everyone headed to sleep.
*~*~*~*
Narcissa's room was magnificent. It was all ice gray and jagged. Her bed was rimmed with pointy, jagged pieces of hematite that had no clear pattern. She had a grand, opal candelabra on her bedside and a jewelry box the Queen herself would be jealous of. She had black granite flooring that shifted color from different viewpoints. It was a true room of a Malfoy.
Draco went scrambling for his mother's will. He felt a calling, an urge and followed it. He went over to the jewelry box and tilted it to the side. On the very back left corner there was a soft silver trimmed heart-shaped button. He pushed it reluctantly and below him a small drawer popped out of nowhere. Draco looked what was in the drawer. There was a picture of him and his mother smiling and laughing. That was when he was six, the last time he truly smiled. No one but his mother had ever seen him smile. It was something that he would not show just anyone. At last, he found it tucked under an old picture of her best Hogwarts friend, Lily Evens.
He opened it harshly, read it through once, twice, and before he could read it again, it burst into flame.
How could this be possible? Love conquers all? That's what his mother had to say. She married for money, for power. She never loved. All that was written was that love would conquer all, especially his father. How did that work?!?! Stupid Bitch.
At this, Draco started crying. Well, Draco would never be caught dead crying so he sobbed silently.
*~*~*~*
The next day the burrow was as calm as a houseful of Weasleys, Harry, Hermoine, and Remus got. Mrs. Weasley shooed them out of the kitchen and they decided to start a Quidditch game.
Harry and Ron were captains. Everyone else lined up in a row while Ron and Harry decided that Ron would go first.
Ana jumped up and down, and smiled largely at Ron. "Uh," Ron said looking straight past Ana, "Ginny."
As soon as "Ginny" came out, Harry shouted "Hermy!" Everyone started to stare at him. "Well if she was on Ron's team then they would constantly fight." Harry made up last minute.
"Well, thanks anyway Harry but I was talking to Percy." Hermoine excused.
"Oh come on 'moine, I'll play so it'll be even teams."
"Thanks, Percy." Harry said almost too enthusiastically.
Once again, it was Ron's turn. This time Ana coughed hysterically and once again ignored. "Charlie."
Harry decided to pick Bill. Ron chose Fred, without even noticing Ana's back flip. Harry chose George and the only one's left were Percy and Ana.
Ron looked straight through Ana's definitely original dance. "Percy."
"Ok. Ginny's friend. sorry, but what's your name again?"
"Ana." She said quite coldly.
And the game began. Ginny and Charlie weaved in and out of each other and scored easily on Hermoine. Then, it was Ana's ball. She was very good. Harry made a mental note to look for her at tryouts. Ana went for the shot, but Ron blocked it. Harry wished Ron were on his team. From his performance on the Gryffindor team, Harry knew nothing could get past Ron. Nothing. Soon, the twins got in a beater war where they just kept on hitting the bludger at each other over and over and over and over and over.
"Hey, let's just leave 'em out here," Bill said with a wink. Everyone landed their brooms at staggered times and one-by-one randomly went in. Inside they all met and joked.
"That was pretty funny 'ey Ron?" Ana said, interrupting Charlie and Ron's conversation. Ron just turned and started talking to Bill. Being ignored and hurt, Ana ran upstairs with her face in her hands. Hermoine saw this and headed upstairs.
"Ginny, can you help me with something up stairs?" Hermoine called down from half way up, near Percy's old room, now Ron's.
Ginny headed up stairs curious to what Hermoine wanted. Then standing by Hermoine, she could see what was going on. There sat Ana on the stairs bawling her eyes out. By the time Ginny registered this, Hermoine was already shhing Ana and guiding her to Ginny's room.
Then, Ana burst out between sobs, "He didn't- even- notice- me. I'm- a (sniff) nobody." At this she began to sob even louder and harder.
"Who honey?" Hermoine said in a very motherly way.
"Ron. She's bonkers over him," Ginny admitted.
"I'm- not bonkers- over him. I just - like- him - a lot,"
"Oh, she's got a crush."
"Well no shit Hermoine!" Ginny joked. At this Ana chuckled a little but tears continued to run down her face.
"Well, I must say you were acting pretty silly while they were picking teams," Hermoine stated.
"Well, how else am I supposed to get him to notice me?"
"You can't be all desperate like that, you have to play hard to get. And it will help to become friends with him, good friends," Ginny explained.
"Trust me, Ron needs for friends that are girls so he can get used to them. He still acts like a complete idiot around other girls!" Hermoine whispered while holding back a laugh.
"So just act like I don't like him more than a friend and I might get him that way?" Ana asked innocently.
"Yea that's the basic idea, right Hermoine?"
"Yea."
*~*~*~*
Later that day, Ana seemed to clam down so Harry, Ron, Ginny, Ana, and Hermoine went to go sit down, talk, and look at the stars. Ron and Harry were off in their own world about ten feet from the girls.
"So Ron, who's the lucky gal this year?"
"What do you mean?" Ron questioned.
"Well, every year you've liked a different girl. First year you like Susan Bones, second Hermoine, third Parvarti, forth Hermoine again, fifth um. who was it? Oh yea half way through you liked Angelina and then Hermoine. again. Then in sixth you liked Katie Bell; so who's the lucky lady? It isn't Herm-"
"No it bloody isn't her! Shhh. I dunno who I like I just want a bit of crumpet from any girl."
"That's shallow, Ron."
"Well shallow gets you a lot closer to those chudlies than being sensitive."
"All you care about is knockers?! You're worse than Malfoy. He at least cared about whether the girl is muggle-born or not. He actually has to know the girl he shagges."
Ron burst out, "That's codswallop! He's an ankle biter! He's probably still a virgin!"
"So are we Ron."
"Trust me Harry, I know."
*~*~*~*
"I really want to go over and tackle your brother and kiss him until he almost suffocates," Ana admitted.
"Uh. that's great Ana," Hermoine said while stifling laughing out loud, "Do you love him?!"
"Actually, I didn't believe in love this young, but I think do."
This caused Ginny to speak, "Yea right! You're blotto, drunk I tell you! Just about a month ago before you came over you were debating on ever even really wanting a serious boyfriend, let a lone being in love!"
"Virginia Louise Weasley! Do you really have to say things so loud?" Ana glanced a look at the boys and lowered her temper when she realized they hadn't heard.
"Well, it's the truth."
"So what it's not like you've ever changed your mind."
"True. Hermoine, what do you think about love?"
Hermoine thought then answered, " I think Life's greatest happiness is to be convinced we are loved, but I think everyone has someone out there for them and I think for 90% of girls, it's someone they know is the one for them. It could just start as a crush, but them blossom into love. Boys don't realize they are in love until the last minute."
All of them broke out into laughter.
Ginny, always the one who would do what everyone wanted to do, but wouldn't, asked "What about the other 10%?"
Hermoine answered, "Those girls might not know the person for them or maybe fall in love with the person they wouldn't even expect. That's something to think about." Hermoine winked at Ginny. Hermoine understood Ginny's guy problem.
"Yea, when I fall in love, I want it to be adventurous and romantic. I want the guy to tell me he loves me in a 'wow' way. You know like at the Quidditch World Cup on the Lumosboards. I think Muggles call 'em Billboards," Ginny admitted.
"I never thought you to be a helpless romantic Gin," Hermoine commented.
"Most people don't. The guy I fall in love with I won't have to tell I want something like that; he'll just think of it on his own. Of course, the guy I love will have to be my perfect guy because you know what happens when I say I love him." Ginny thought for a second, "He'll definitely have to say he loves me first and mean it, so I can be sure he's the right guy."
Hermoine already knew about how Ginny had a blessed/cursed love life. Hermoine said she came across it once while reading and suspected it.
*~*~*~*
Draco would be going alone to Diagon Alley today. Usually he went with his mother and father, but since 'her mistake' as his father called it, his father had been visiting an 'important friend.' Draco knew bleeding well who it was.
Draco went down to the 'Portkey Room.' His family was so rich they had a portkey room so they wouldn't have to use the filthy method of floo powder. These Portkeys were just like the ones regular wizards use, but these weren't Muggle objects, they were all magical, another 'brilliant' idea of his fathers to go against Muggles.
Draco picked up a Sneakoscope that was broken, because all they did was go off all the time while in his house. Useless. He blinked, opened his eyes and was in front of the Owl Emporium looking through the crowd of busy people. He went to get his supplies quickly so he wouldn't run into any 'friends'. Draco just wasn't in the mood to deal with them.
*~*~*~*
Harry stepped into the fireplace and shouted, "Diagon Alley!" He felt the familiar liking of flames and whirling. He then appeared in the fireplace in Three Broomsticks. Everyone was waiting for him, besides the twins, who just came in behind him. There they talked briefly too Lee Jordan and Katie Bell who didn't look to happy when the twins called them out in the crowd just as there noses were touching. They all then left for Flourish and Blotts.
At Flourish and Blotts, Mrs. Weasley made the line for them so they could visit with some of their friends.
"I'm going to go and check if they have the new edition of Home Life and Habits of British Muggles," Hermoine said with much excitement.
"But your parents are British Muggles." Ron called after her but she was already gone.
Hermoine went upstairs toward the back and went scavenging for the book. She at last found the right shelf and hurried over to it, but when she turned the corner she ran flat into none other than Draco Malfoy.
'Malfoy! Watch the bloody hell where you're going!"
Ok Draco remember we were going to try to change. She was your number one victim if your nice to her it's step one. Ok no more mudbloods. "Sorry Hermoine. it's just that I got the last book and I know you wanted it so um. here." He held out the book to Hermoine, who hit it out of his hands onto the floor.
"I haven't forgot what your father did to Ron's sister. Talking about Ron, he hates you."
"Oh I didn't know that thanks for the update Granger."
"What no Mudblood?"
"No, from now on you will be the friend of a fire crouch and that smart girl."
"Don't talk about Ron like that!"
"Well, it isn't my fault if you choose to be all buddy-buddy with an overgrown gingery lummox who would lose a battle of wits with a stuffed iguana."
Hermoine took a moment and asked, " Did you bloody bint of a mother teach you those fine ethics?"
"Don't you ever talk about my mother like that Granger! And she couldn't be a bint because. Because she's dead."
At this Hermoine felt awful. "Malfoy, I- I- I'm sorry."
"Don't pity me Granger. When life gives you lemons, make lemonade and then throw it into the face of the person who gave you the lemons until they give you the oranges you originally asked for. And that's exactly what I intended to do to my father. Well... um. thanks for listening. Don't tell anyone about this all right? I've got a rep to protect. See you on the train, Hermoine." At that he gave her a wink and headed off. He took the book.
Well that was interesting. But his mother died. That's so sad. And what was that about his father and lemons. Yes, his father is as sour as one. Oh well. Maybe I misjudged Draco. Draco I called him Draco.
*~*~*~*
Hermoine caught up with the rest of the gang at Zonko's Joke Shop and kept to her word and didn't say a word. They shopped around for the rest of the day and finally headed home.
"Ron? Can I talk to you?"
"Yea, 'moine what's up?"
"I was just thinking when Gin and Ana were talking about love yesterday, do I even stand a shot at well, you know, or should I just give up?"
"Well, I think you have a hell of a shot if you just tell him, but Harry doesn't express his feelings openly much. He's kinda shy."
"Yea. well thanks anyway, Ron. Um. good night." She kissed him on the cheek lightly.
"Good Night."
*~*~*~*
They got up early in the morning and headed out for King Cross. They had to take the Tunnel because they couldn't get cars. One by one, they all pushed their trolleys into the barrier. When it was Harry's turn, he went in and stood for a brief moment there.
Crash!
Hermoine had come in the barrier and hit Harry from behind. They toppled over each other and Hermoine ended up on top of Harry. Why does she always end up on top of me?
"Well getting right to it aren't you Mudblood?!"
Hermoine ignored this. Hermoine got up and turned to see Pansy Parkinson and her usual group of Slytherin girls. She definitely looked a good deal scankier than last year. So did her friends.
"Sorry Harry, It's just that I was really excited about school this year."
"You are every year Hermy."
"Well this year even more because I got a whole bunch of great ideas to make our last year the best ever! Our Last Year! That's so sad. This is the last time I will come through that barrier to start school, the last time I will have to push my trunk all the way in here." Hermoine continued to say 'lasts' until she had to depart to the prefect compartment.
*~*~*~*
"Hey Granger," Malfoy drawled when Hermoine entered the prefect compartment, "Do you want to play chess?"
And they played. Draco was about to kill Hermoine's queen.
"WHAT THE BLOODY FUCKING HELL IS GOING ON?!?!?!"
A/N: ah. what is blossoming btwn. Draco and Hermy? Will love lines cross? Who's got the hots for whom? O yes, there's more crushes and heartbreaks. Who's the hottest guy in Gryffindor now? And can Ana stand Ron's new social stature? **Promised Snogging in next chapter! **
Giving Credit where Credit is due: "Its isn't my fault. .iguana."-From other fan fic (a very good one) Cassandra Claire "When life gives. .asked for." (See above) "Life's greatest happiness is to be convinced we are loved." -Victor Hugo
The lights turned on and he found Hermoine on top of him. Their faces were mere centimeters part. He could feel her every curve and his body got really hot. He could feel her breath on his lips. Her lips were calling for him, but then he realized everyone else in the room. damn.
Harry looked up to find the room as full of people. Lupin was there, the Weasleys of course, some of his friends. Oliver Wood was there and seemed to notice Ginny had changed. Fred and George shot him looks for the remainder of the evening.
It was Harry's first ever birthday party!
The guests chatted and had a wonderful 5-layer cake that Mrs. Weasley made for Harry. It was topped w/ a miniature model of Harry on a broomstick. Harry then started opening his gifts. From Fred and George, he got an array of different joke supplies; from Oliver he got a new wrist guards for Quidditch. Ron and Hermoine both chipped in to get Harry new bass guitar, which he had always wanted to play, that could work around magic areas. Ron's father helped them with that trick. Then finally, Lupin pulled Harry aside.
"I wanted to wait until you were old enough to handle this, Harry." He handed Harry a small cream-colored box. Harry opened it to find a ring with a diamond that seemed to have bits of other gems inside it.
"I'm sorry, Moony, but I'm really not your type," Harry said with a chuckle.
"It's your mother's given by your father for their engagement."
Harry looked at the ring. On the inside it had carved, To my love with all my love. Harry examined the ring for a brief minute, shed a tear and put the box with the ring in his pocket.
"Oh, Harry, I'd also like to introduce you to my cousin Shearonda Zucco. She's going to be your new DADA teacher."
"Very nice to meet you, Harry." She said in a very soothing voice.
"Hello Mrs. Zucco," Harry said respectively.
"Oh, darling its Ms. I'm not married."
Harry looked at her. She was wearing a beautiful gold dress that fit her in all the right places and had long blond hair that floated more than it hung over her back. She had a nice tan though no tan lines. Yes, her dress would've revealed tan lines. And the way she moved when she danced with Lupin, wow. Harry gave a short laugh when he saw Ron goggling at her from the other side of the room. Harry realized that there was no one from Hogwarts there, besides the Weasleys, Hermoine, and Ginny's friend. They must be getting school supplies tomorrow and couldn't come. Mrs. Weasley later explained that they simply didn't know whom not to invite without inviting ¾ of the school. Soon, the party died down and everyone headed to sleep.
*~*~*~*
Narcissa's room was magnificent. It was all ice gray and jagged. Her bed was rimmed with pointy, jagged pieces of hematite that had no clear pattern. She had a grand, opal candelabra on her bedside and a jewelry box the Queen herself would be jealous of. She had black granite flooring that shifted color from different viewpoints. It was a true room of a Malfoy.
Draco went scrambling for his mother's will. He felt a calling, an urge and followed it. He went over to the jewelry box and tilted it to the side. On the very back left corner there was a soft silver trimmed heart-shaped button. He pushed it reluctantly and below him a small drawer popped out of nowhere. Draco looked what was in the drawer. There was a picture of him and his mother smiling and laughing. That was when he was six, the last time he truly smiled. No one but his mother had ever seen him smile. It was something that he would not show just anyone. At last, he found it tucked under an old picture of her best Hogwarts friend, Lily Evens.
He opened it harshly, read it through once, twice, and before he could read it again, it burst into flame.
How could this be possible? Love conquers all? That's what his mother had to say. She married for money, for power. She never loved. All that was written was that love would conquer all, especially his father. How did that work?!?! Stupid Bitch.
At this, Draco started crying. Well, Draco would never be caught dead crying so he sobbed silently.
*~*~*~*
The next day the burrow was as calm as a houseful of Weasleys, Harry, Hermoine, and Remus got. Mrs. Weasley shooed them out of the kitchen and they decided to start a Quidditch game.
Harry and Ron were captains. Everyone else lined up in a row while Ron and Harry decided that Ron would go first.
Ana jumped up and down, and smiled largely at Ron. "Uh," Ron said looking straight past Ana, "Ginny."
As soon as "Ginny" came out, Harry shouted "Hermy!" Everyone started to stare at him. "Well if she was on Ron's team then they would constantly fight." Harry made up last minute.
"Well, thanks anyway Harry but I was talking to Percy." Hermoine excused.
"Oh come on 'moine, I'll play so it'll be even teams."
"Thanks, Percy." Harry said almost too enthusiastically.
Once again, it was Ron's turn. This time Ana coughed hysterically and once again ignored. "Charlie."
Harry decided to pick Bill. Ron chose Fred, without even noticing Ana's back flip. Harry chose George and the only one's left were Percy and Ana.
Ron looked straight through Ana's definitely original dance. "Percy."
"Ok. Ginny's friend. sorry, but what's your name again?"
"Ana." She said quite coldly.
And the game began. Ginny and Charlie weaved in and out of each other and scored easily on Hermoine. Then, it was Ana's ball. She was very good. Harry made a mental note to look for her at tryouts. Ana went for the shot, but Ron blocked it. Harry wished Ron were on his team. From his performance on the Gryffindor team, Harry knew nothing could get past Ron. Nothing. Soon, the twins got in a beater war where they just kept on hitting the bludger at each other over and over and over and over and over.
"Hey, let's just leave 'em out here," Bill said with a wink. Everyone landed their brooms at staggered times and one-by-one randomly went in. Inside they all met and joked.
"That was pretty funny 'ey Ron?" Ana said, interrupting Charlie and Ron's conversation. Ron just turned and started talking to Bill. Being ignored and hurt, Ana ran upstairs with her face in her hands. Hermoine saw this and headed upstairs.
"Ginny, can you help me with something up stairs?" Hermoine called down from half way up, near Percy's old room, now Ron's.
Ginny headed up stairs curious to what Hermoine wanted. Then standing by Hermoine, she could see what was going on. There sat Ana on the stairs bawling her eyes out. By the time Ginny registered this, Hermoine was already shhing Ana and guiding her to Ginny's room.
Then, Ana burst out between sobs, "He didn't- even- notice- me. I'm- a (sniff) nobody." At this she began to sob even louder and harder.
"Who honey?" Hermoine said in a very motherly way.
"Ron. She's bonkers over him," Ginny admitted.
"I'm- not bonkers- over him. I just - like- him - a lot,"
"Oh, she's got a crush."
"Well no shit Hermoine!" Ginny joked. At this Ana chuckled a little but tears continued to run down her face.
"Well, I must say you were acting pretty silly while they were picking teams," Hermoine stated.
"Well, how else am I supposed to get him to notice me?"
"You can't be all desperate like that, you have to play hard to get. And it will help to become friends with him, good friends," Ginny explained.
"Trust me, Ron needs for friends that are girls so he can get used to them. He still acts like a complete idiot around other girls!" Hermoine whispered while holding back a laugh.
"So just act like I don't like him more than a friend and I might get him that way?" Ana asked innocently.
"Yea that's the basic idea, right Hermoine?"
"Yea."
*~*~*~*
Later that day, Ana seemed to clam down so Harry, Ron, Ginny, Ana, and Hermoine went to go sit down, talk, and look at the stars. Ron and Harry were off in their own world about ten feet from the girls.
"So Ron, who's the lucky gal this year?"
"What do you mean?" Ron questioned.
"Well, every year you've liked a different girl. First year you like Susan Bones, second Hermoine, third Parvarti, forth Hermoine again, fifth um. who was it? Oh yea half way through you liked Angelina and then Hermoine. again. Then in sixth you liked Katie Bell; so who's the lucky lady? It isn't Herm-"
"No it bloody isn't her! Shhh. I dunno who I like I just want a bit of crumpet from any girl."
"That's shallow, Ron."
"Well shallow gets you a lot closer to those chudlies than being sensitive."
"All you care about is knockers?! You're worse than Malfoy. He at least cared about whether the girl is muggle-born or not. He actually has to know the girl he shagges."
Ron burst out, "That's codswallop! He's an ankle biter! He's probably still a virgin!"
"So are we Ron."
"Trust me Harry, I know."
*~*~*~*
"I really want to go over and tackle your brother and kiss him until he almost suffocates," Ana admitted.
"Uh. that's great Ana," Hermoine said while stifling laughing out loud, "Do you love him?!"
"Actually, I didn't believe in love this young, but I think do."
This caused Ginny to speak, "Yea right! You're blotto, drunk I tell you! Just about a month ago before you came over you were debating on ever even really wanting a serious boyfriend, let a lone being in love!"
"Virginia Louise Weasley! Do you really have to say things so loud?" Ana glanced a look at the boys and lowered her temper when she realized they hadn't heard.
"Well, it's the truth."
"So what it's not like you've ever changed your mind."
"True. Hermoine, what do you think about love?"
Hermoine thought then answered, " I think Life's greatest happiness is to be convinced we are loved, but I think everyone has someone out there for them and I think for 90% of girls, it's someone they know is the one for them. It could just start as a crush, but them blossom into love. Boys don't realize they are in love until the last minute."
All of them broke out into laughter.
Ginny, always the one who would do what everyone wanted to do, but wouldn't, asked "What about the other 10%?"
Hermoine answered, "Those girls might not know the person for them or maybe fall in love with the person they wouldn't even expect. That's something to think about." Hermoine winked at Ginny. Hermoine understood Ginny's guy problem.
"Yea, when I fall in love, I want it to be adventurous and romantic. I want the guy to tell me he loves me in a 'wow' way. You know like at the Quidditch World Cup on the Lumosboards. I think Muggles call 'em Billboards," Ginny admitted.
"I never thought you to be a helpless romantic Gin," Hermoine commented.
"Most people don't. The guy I fall in love with I won't have to tell I want something like that; he'll just think of it on his own. Of course, the guy I love will have to be my perfect guy because you know what happens when I say I love him." Ginny thought for a second, "He'll definitely have to say he loves me first and mean it, so I can be sure he's the right guy."
Hermoine already knew about how Ginny had a blessed/cursed love life. Hermoine said she came across it once while reading and suspected it.
*~*~*~*
Draco would be going alone to Diagon Alley today. Usually he went with his mother and father, but since 'her mistake' as his father called it, his father had been visiting an 'important friend.' Draco knew bleeding well who it was.
Draco went down to the 'Portkey Room.' His family was so rich they had a portkey room so they wouldn't have to use the filthy method of floo powder. These Portkeys were just like the ones regular wizards use, but these weren't Muggle objects, they were all magical, another 'brilliant' idea of his fathers to go against Muggles.
Draco picked up a Sneakoscope that was broken, because all they did was go off all the time while in his house. Useless. He blinked, opened his eyes and was in front of the Owl Emporium looking through the crowd of busy people. He went to get his supplies quickly so he wouldn't run into any 'friends'. Draco just wasn't in the mood to deal with them.
*~*~*~*
Harry stepped into the fireplace and shouted, "Diagon Alley!" He felt the familiar liking of flames and whirling. He then appeared in the fireplace in Three Broomsticks. Everyone was waiting for him, besides the twins, who just came in behind him. There they talked briefly too Lee Jordan and Katie Bell who didn't look to happy when the twins called them out in the crowd just as there noses were touching. They all then left for Flourish and Blotts.
At Flourish and Blotts, Mrs. Weasley made the line for them so they could visit with some of their friends.
"I'm going to go and check if they have the new edition of Home Life and Habits of British Muggles," Hermoine said with much excitement.
"But your parents are British Muggles." Ron called after her but she was already gone.
Hermoine went upstairs toward the back and went scavenging for the book. She at last found the right shelf and hurried over to it, but when she turned the corner she ran flat into none other than Draco Malfoy.
'Malfoy! Watch the bloody hell where you're going!"
Ok Draco remember we were going to try to change. She was your number one victim if your nice to her it's step one. Ok no more mudbloods. "Sorry Hermoine. it's just that I got the last book and I know you wanted it so um. here." He held out the book to Hermoine, who hit it out of his hands onto the floor.
"I haven't forgot what your father did to Ron's sister. Talking about Ron, he hates you."
"Oh I didn't know that thanks for the update Granger."
"What no Mudblood?"
"No, from now on you will be the friend of a fire crouch and that smart girl."
"Don't talk about Ron like that!"
"Well, it isn't my fault if you choose to be all buddy-buddy with an overgrown gingery lummox who would lose a battle of wits with a stuffed iguana."
Hermoine took a moment and asked, " Did you bloody bint of a mother teach you those fine ethics?"
"Don't you ever talk about my mother like that Granger! And she couldn't be a bint because. Because she's dead."
At this Hermoine felt awful. "Malfoy, I- I- I'm sorry."
"Don't pity me Granger. When life gives you lemons, make lemonade and then throw it into the face of the person who gave you the lemons until they give you the oranges you originally asked for. And that's exactly what I intended to do to my father. Well... um. thanks for listening. Don't tell anyone about this all right? I've got a rep to protect. See you on the train, Hermoine." At that he gave her a wink and headed off. He took the book.
Well that was interesting. But his mother died. That's so sad. And what was that about his father and lemons. Yes, his father is as sour as one. Oh well. Maybe I misjudged Draco. Draco I called him Draco.
*~*~*~*
Hermoine caught up with the rest of the gang at Zonko's Joke Shop and kept to her word and didn't say a word. They shopped around for the rest of the day and finally headed home.
"Ron? Can I talk to you?"
"Yea, 'moine what's up?"
"I was just thinking when Gin and Ana were talking about love yesterday, do I even stand a shot at well, you know, or should I just give up?"
"Well, I think you have a hell of a shot if you just tell him, but Harry doesn't express his feelings openly much. He's kinda shy."
"Yea. well thanks anyway, Ron. Um. good night." She kissed him on the cheek lightly.
"Good Night."
*~*~*~*
They got up early in the morning and headed out for King Cross. They had to take the Tunnel because they couldn't get cars. One by one, they all pushed their trolleys into the barrier. When it was Harry's turn, he went in and stood for a brief moment there.
Crash!
Hermoine had come in the barrier and hit Harry from behind. They toppled over each other and Hermoine ended up on top of Harry. Why does she always end up on top of me?
"Well getting right to it aren't you Mudblood?!"
Hermoine ignored this. Hermoine got up and turned to see Pansy Parkinson and her usual group of Slytherin girls. She definitely looked a good deal scankier than last year. So did her friends.
"Sorry Harry, It's just that I was really excited about school this year."
"You are every year Hermy."
"Well this year even more because I got a whole bunch of great ideas to make our last year the best ever! Our Last Year! That's so sad. This is the last time I will come through that barrier to start school, the last time I will have to push my trunk all the way in here." Hermoine continued to say 'lasts' until she had to depart to the prefect compartment.
*~*~*~*
"Hey Granger," Malfoy drawled when Hermoine entered the prefect compartment, "Do you want to play chess?"
And they played. Draco was about to kill Hermoine's queen.
"WHAT THE BLOODY FUCKING HELL IS GOING ON?!?!?!"
A/N: ah. what is blossoming btwn. Draco and Hermy? Will love lines cross? Who's got the hots for whom? O yes, there's more crushes and heartbreaks. Who's the hottest guy in Gryffindor now? And can Ana stand Ron's new social stature? **Promised Snogging in next chapter! **
Giving Credit where Credit is due: "Its isn't my fault. .iguana."-From other fan fic (a very good one) Cassandra Claire "When life gives. .asked for." (See above) "Life's greatest happiness is to be convinced we are loved." -Victor Hugo