A/n: Hey. I'm at Granny's writing this!
A/n2: I just got home from some 'convention.' My Grandmother, at least I thought, died I'm there. It was *so* long waiting! Damn! I was so bored!
Disclaimer: Jamie no own. Jamie own da rocks in her head.
Previously: Draco just shrugged and Hermione looked at what she'd written in her diary. Their whole conversation and a few extra thoughts.
~VvV~ It was a nice conversation, and now I see why I like Draco. He's pretty nice, if you dig down enough. He admitted that he'd saved me, too. I just wish he'd show his good side to other people, instead of that cruel side he shows all the time...~VvV~
Chapter Four: "Now we're *really* stuck together!"
A few days after being in treatment, Hermione and Draco were *finally* released from the Hospital Wing.
"I thought I was going to rot in there." Draco said to Hermione as she walked beside her to their classes.
"Nah," Hermione said as she took Draco's arm and walked arm-in-arm with him.
Draco looked over at her. "Hermione," he hissed, "what are you *doing*?"
Hermione smiled and continued walking. "I don't care if I walk with Draco Malfoy down the hall linking arms..." She sang. She didn't notice behind her was Harry and Ron.
"What the-?!" Ron bellowed, "Hermione! What are you doing with that sleeze-bag?"
The two turned around. "Shut it, Wesley," Draco spat, "who cares what goes on between me and her? I think it's about time you and Potty learn something..."
"Draco, no!" Hermione protested, her eyes wide in fear.
Draco ignored her and began explaining all that had happened between him and Hermione. "And now, Potty and Weasel, we're best friends, and there's nothing you can do about it." Draco finished it off, sticking his tongue out at them.
~^*What do I do to ignore them behind me?
Do I follow my instincts blindly?
Do I hide my pride, from these bad dreams?
And give in to sad thoughts that are maddening?
Do I sit here and try to stand it?
Or do I try to catch them red-handed?*^~
Draco walked away from Potter and Wesley, pulling Hermione with him as they walked towards the Great Hall. The dragon and earthly creature ( A/n: That's Draco and Hermione, if you didn't know. ) walked into the Great Hall, hand in hand.
Thankfully for them, the Great Hall was empty. The two walked to their own tables, but they couldn't. Their hands were stuck together. ( A/n; I'm going to make up a spell... ) "Unhandious!" The spell didn't work and Draco sulked. Just then, Snape entered the Great Hall.
"Draco and Hermione..." Snape said to the two, giving a disapproving look. "Please tell me why you're..."
"We can't get our hands free!" Draco and Hermione yelled in unison.
"Have you tried a spell?" Snape inquired, looking at their hands in disgust.
"Yeah, we did. We're stuck, Professor Snape! Don't you have anything to get us free?!" Draco and Hermione said in unison again.
~^*Do I trust some and get fooled by phoniness,
Or do I trust nobody and live in loneliness?
Because I can't hold on, stretched so thin,
I make the right moves, but I'm lost within
I put on my daily facade but then,
I just end up getting hurt again.*^~
"No, I'm afraid I don't." Snape replied, walking to where he sat. "I'll talk to Granger's Headmaster to find an agreement on who gets moved."
"Now we're *really* stuck together!" Hermione yelled.
"Just great! Where do we sit?" Again, Draco and Hermione asked in unison.
"That, you'll have to figure out yourselves." Snape said as he drank out of his mug that appeared to be filled with a red liquid. Creepy...
"The Slytherin table." Draco and Hermione said blandly in unison as they both walked there.
A few minutes later, all of the Slytherin's walked into the Great Hall.
"Just my luck..." Hermione said to herself as she picked up her fork and ignored the glares of the Slytherins around her.
"Now you know how *I* feel." Draco whispered over to her.
"Drakie-wakkie! What are you doing with that mud-blood?" Asked Pansy.
Draco inwardly gave a sigh. "Don't *ever* call Hermione that-" He stopped when he heard the whole table gasp. "Shut up! We're stuck together, so don't say another fucking word to insult her."
~^*By myself, (myself!)
I ask why, but in my mind,
I find I can't rely on myself.
(myself)
I ask why, but in my mind,
I find I can't rely on myself.*^~
The Slytherins nodded and Pansy sulked.
"What do you think those Gryffindor friends of yours'll think if they find out?" Draco asked Hermione in his normal voice as he stared over at the Gryffindor table.
"I don't know. There's no way to *not* tell them... Since one of your classes is in one of theirs. They'd find out then... I guess I'd have to tell them something..." Hermione leaned over and whispered in Draco's ear her plan, "Something about that I liked you *so* much that I switched houses after getting dark desires and now hate Ron and Harry... But I don't really know if it'll work." After getting back in her seat Hermione noticed all the Slytherins were glaring at her. ( All but Draco, of course. -.o; )
When Hermione had gotten done eating, she and Draco walked over to the Gryffindor table, ignoring the stares of the rest of their students. "Hey, Potty!" Their was a gasp from one of the Gryffindor students. "I..." Hermione said what she'd told Draco she was going to say in her plan.
"You like who?!" Ron bellowed, his ears turning pink with rage, "You can't like *him*!"
Hermione sighed. She hadn't expected that Ron would be like this. Sure, she expected him to be a little enraged, but now a little enraged was an understatement!
~^*I can't hold on,
To when I want when I'm stretched so thin.
I can't hold on,
To what I want when I'm stretched so thin.
I can't hold on,
To anything watching the everything spin,
With thoughts of failure sinking in*^~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dun dun dun. Also, when you do your own TV show, don't look at the lights. My cousin did that and... Whoo! He couldn't read the propter. Anyway, what will Hermione do about Ron being upset? Will Draco and Hermione*ever* stop holding hands? Also, do Draco and Hermione *want* to stop holding hands? Heh. 'Till next time... I'm Jamie, but you can call me DaCarver, and I'm working on chapter five right now. Later! 3:14:34 PM
A/n2: I just got home from some 'convention.' My Grandmother, at least I thought, died I'm there. It was *so* long waiting! Damn! I was so bored!
Disclaimer: Jamie no own. Jamie own da rocks in her head.
Previously: Draco just shrugged and Hermione looked at what she'd written in her diary. Their whole conversation and a few extra thoughts.
~VvV~ It was a nice conversation, and now I see why I like Draco. He's pretty nice, if you dig down enough. He admitted that he'd saved me, too. I just wish he'd show his good side to other people, instead of that cruel side he shows all the time...~VvV~
Chapter Four: "Now we're *really* stuck together!"
A few days after being in treatment, Hermione and Draco were *finally* released from the Hospital Wing.
"I thought I was going to rot in there." Draco said to Hermione as she walked beside her to their classes.
"Nah," Hermione said as she took Draco's arm and walked arm-in-arm with him.
Draco looked over at her. "Hermione," he hissed, "what are you *doing*?"
Hermione smiled and continued walking. "I don't care if I walk with Draco Malfoy down the hall linking arms..." She sang. She didn't notice behind her was Harry and Ron.
"What the-?!" Ron bellowed, "Hermione! What are you doing with that sleeze-bag?"
The two turned around. "Shut it, Wesley," Draco spat, "who cares what goes on between me and her? I think it's about time you and Potty learn something..."
"Draco, no!" Hermione protested, her eyes wide in fear.
Draco ignored her and began explaining all that had happened between him and Hermione. "And now, Potty and Weasel, we're best friends, and there's nothing you can do about it." Draco finished it off, sticking his tongue out at them.
~^*What do I do to ignore them behind me?
Do I follow my instincts blindly?
Do I hide my pride, from these bad dreams?
And give in to sad thoughts that are maddening?
Do I sit here and try to stand it?
Or do I try to catch them red-handed?*^~
Draco walked away from Potter and Wesley, pulling Hermione with him as they walked towards the Great Hall. The dragon and earthly creature ( A/n: That's Draco and Hermione, if you didn't know. ) walked into the Great Hall, hand in hand.
Thankfully for them, the Great Hall was empty. The two walked to their own tables, but they couldn't. Their hands were stuck together. ( A/n; I'm going to make up a spell... ) "Unhandious!" The spell didn't work and Draco sulked. Just then, Snape entered the Great Hall.
"Draco and Hermione..." Snape said to the two, giving a disapproving look. "Please tell me why you're..."
"We can't get our hands free!" Draco and Hermione yelled in unison.
"Have you tried a spell?" Snape inquired, looking at their hands in disgust.
"Yeah, we did. We're stuck, Professor Snape! Don't you have anything to get us free?!" Draco and Hermione said in unison again.
~^*Do I trust some and get fooled by phoniness,
Or do I trust nobody and live in loneliness?
Because I can't hold on, stretched so thin,
I make the right moves, but I'm lost within
I put on my daily facade but then,
I just end up getting hurt again.*^~
"No, I'm afraid I don't." Snape replied, walking to where he sat. "I'll talk to Granger's Headmaster to find an agreement on who gets moved."
"Now we're *really* stuck together!" Hermione yelled.
"Just great! Where do we sit?" Again, Draco and Hermione asked in unison.
"That, you'll have to figure out yourselves." Snape said as he drank out of his mug that appeared to be filled with a red liquid. Creepy...
"The Slytherin table." Draco and Hermione said blandly in unison as they both walked there.
A few minutes later, all of the Slytherin's walked into the Great Hall.
"Just my luck..." Hermione said to herself as she picked up her fork and ignored the glares of the Slytherins around her.
"Now you know how *I* feel." Draco whispered over to her.
"Drakie-wakkie! What are you doing with that mud-blood?" Asked Pansy.
Draco inwardly gave a sigh. "Don't *ever* call Hermione that-" He stopped when he heard the whole table gasp. "Shut up! We're stuck together, so don't say another fucking word to insult her."
~^*By myself, (myself!)
I ask why, but in my mind,
I find I can't rely on myself.
(myself)
I ask why, but in my mind,
I find I can't rely on myself.*^~
The Slytherins nodded and Pansy sulked.
"What do you think those Gryffindor friends of yours'll think if they find out?" Draco asked Hermione in his normal voice as he stared over at the Gryffindor table.
"I don't know. There's no way to *not* tell them... Since one of your classes is in one of theirs. They'd find out then... I guess I'd have to tell them something..." Hermione leaned over and whispered in Draco's ear her plan, "Something about that I liked you *so* much that I switched houses after getting dark desires and now hate Ron and Harry... But I don't really know if it'll work." After getting back in her seat Hermione noticed all the Slytherins were glaring at her. ( All but Draco, of course. -.o; )
When Hermione had gotten done eating, she and Draco walked over to the Gryffindor table, ignoring the stares of the rest of their students. "Hey, Potty!" Their was a gasp from one of the Gryffindor students. "I..." Hermione said what she'd told Draco she was going to say in her plan.
"You like who?!" Ron bellowed, his ears turning pink with rage, "You can't like *him*!"
Hermione sighed. She hadn't expected that Ron would be like this. Sure, she expected him to be a little enraged, but now a little enraged was an understatement!
~^*I can't hold on,
To when I want when I'm stretched so thin.
I can't hold on,
To what I want when I'm stretched so thin.
I can't hold on,
To anything watching the everything spin,
With thoughts of failure sinking in*^~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dun dun dun. Also, when you do your own TV show, don't look at the lights. My cousin did that and... Whoo! He couldn't read the propter. Anyway, what will Hermione do about Ron being upset? Will Draco and Hermione*ever* stop holding hands? Also, do Draco and Hermione *want* to stop holding hands? Heh. 'Till next time... I'm Jamie, but you can call me DaCarver, and I'm working on chapter five right now. Later! 3:14:34 PM