Chapter five
Malfoy sending evil glares to all the people who were looking at them. Hermione knew it must seem like an odd scene. Usually people never trade to other tables, especially a Slytherin. And no one EVER thought Malfoy would dare sit that close to Hermione. But there they were, and the people who had already come down for dinner were all shooting glances of awe their way.
Malfoy turned away from his plate, which he had eaten nothing off of. Hermione knew just how much he didn't want to be there, but it wasn't a joy ride for her either.
"Ok so when Harry comes in-" Hermione started, as she kept looking over her shoulder for Harry
"Yes, yes I know Granger, you've only told me a thousand time" Malfoy muttered bitterly "What are you looking at?" he growled at a Gryffindor third year who was staring in confusion at the two "Stupid Gryffindor's"
"Stop being so-" she started to Malfoy, but stopped abruptly when she had glanced over her shoulder again. Harry was walking into the great hall with Ron next to his side, they both seemed involved in a conversation, no doubt about last nights fight. Every cold feeling she had towards Harry seemed to leave her body. She started to feel overcome by guilt as she turned her head once more to meet Malfoy's menacing eyes. She heard Harry calling to her from the other end of the table.
"Hermione" she heard, the soft pitter-patter of his steps as he started to walk toward her. Like a bolt of lighting it came back, she no longer felt guilty, she only wanted revenge.
She looked at Malfoy, he stare pushing into his eyes, but he didn't move. He just stood there with a somewhat disgusted look on his face.
"Come ON" she strained under her breath, kicking Malfoy's shin as the footstep became ever close. Malfoy grimaced and flinched from the pain, but stopped when he saw anger that had never filled the petit Gryffindor's eyes before. Hermione was less glad about this then she knew Malfoy ever would be. But in the last few moments she had before deciding if she really wanted to go through with this, she shut her eyes so tight they were water and pursed her lips shut together as Malfoy did the same.
Hermione could feel Malfoy's warm breath on her lips as the tips of their noses gently touched each other. The instant before their lips met, it was as if the whole great hall let out a surprised gasp, everyone around them had froze and the sound of Harry's continuing footsteps halted to an abrupt end.
Then Hermione felt it. Malfoy's soft lips, softer then a rose petal, caressed her bottom lip. It was like she had been electrocuted. Every inch of her body was tingling in warmth, warmth she hadn't felt in over 2 years. She remembered this warmth filling her body when she used to kiss Harry. She didn't remember ever losing it, but know she realized she never felt this with Harry any longer. When she kissed Harry it was just empty. hallow. But know her mind was refreshed, she remember the sensation vividly and never wanted to let go. She had completely forgotten that she was kissing her worst enemy whom she sworn no never even shake hands with.
Hermione pulled away just as Malfoy did. He looked just as she suspected she looked. His face was twisted in confusion... he had felt it too. She knew he had felt it just like she had. Someone had turned of the sound around them. She could only here the rapid beating of her heart. It was pounding in her ears, driving her mad. Malfoy swallowed hard, suddenly standing up from table. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip, staring at the floor totally spaced out to anything that was happening. He just strode out of the great hall, not looking up to meet anyone's eyes.
That's when everything seemed to come crashing down on her. The sound snapped back on and the chatter was unbelievingly loud. Her heart was still louder though, the blood constantly hammering in her ears. She took one glance of the people next to her and need to more to know they all looked identical. They were all staring at her in a mixture of disbelieving and disgust. The same look Malfoy had worn when Hermione told him the plan. And there... the one person standing out in the crowd was Harry. He didn't look like any of them. He wasn't wearing the same look as the younger Gryffindor's. He wasn't even gaping open mouthed at her in anger like Ron was by his side. No, he was just standing there. No the slightest trace of anger, sadness, or any emotion for that matter. Just like the hollowness Hermione feels when she kissed him now. Nothingness.
Harry walked out of the great hall, not show any type of emotion to anything that was going on. Not looking even a little aware of all the people staring at the back of his head.
Ginny had ran right into the great hall at the moment and up to Hermione. She hadn't noticed Harry walking like an empty shell beside her, or Ron shooting an angry glare at Hermione before chasing after his friend. But all she needed was the scared and confused look Hermione had on to clarify things up.
"Hermione?" she asked weakly, not wanting to believe the truth.
The only answer Hermione gave Ginny was the soft 'thud' of her head falling onto the table in utter uncertainty about anything any more.
A/N: ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT!!!! I've gotten past the set up stage of this story YEAH! NOW, it's time for some fun!!! I'll start putting up the good chapters ASAP!!!! YOU JUST HAVE TO KEEP REVIEWING AND/OR READING!!!! Thanks - * Nat!
Malfoy sending evil glares to all the people who were looking at them. Hermione knew it must seem like an odd scene. Usually people never trade to other tables, especially a Slytherin. And no one EVER thought Malfoy would dare sit that close to Hermione. But there they were, and the people who had already come down for dinner were all shooting glances of awe their way.
Malfoy turned away from his plate, which he had eaten nothing off of. Hermione knew just how much he didn't want to be there, but it wasn't a joy ride for her either.
"Ok so when Harry comes in-" Hermione started, as she kept looking over her shoulder for Harry
"Yes, yes I know Granger, you've only told me a thousand time" Malfoy muttered bitterly "What are you looking at?" he growled at a Gryffindor third year who was staring in confusion at the two "Stupid Gryffindor's"
"Stop being so-" she started to Malfoy, but stopped abruptly when she had glanced over her shoulder again. Harry was walking into the great hall with Ron next to his side, they both seemed involved in a conversation, no doubt about last nights fight. Every cold feeling she had towards Harry seemed to leave her body. She started to feel overcome by guilt as she turned her head once more to meet Malfoy's menacing eyes. She heard Harry calling to her from the other end of the table.
"Hermione" she heard, the soft pitter-patter of his steps as he started to walk toward her. Like a bolt of lighting it came back, she no longer felt guilty, she only wanted revenge.
She looked at Malfoy, he stare pushing into his eyes, but he didn't move. He just stood there with a somewhat disgusted look on his face.
"Come ON" she strained under her breath, kicking Malfoy's shin as the footstep became ever close. Malfoy grimaced and flinched from the pain, but stopped when he saw anger that had never filled the petit Gryffindor's eyes before. Hermione was less glad about this then she knew Malfoy ever would be. But in the last few moments she had before deciding if she really wanted to go through with this, she shut her eyes so tight they were water and pursed her lips shut together as Malfoy did the same.
Hermione could feel Malfoy's warm breath on her lips as the tips of their noses gently touched each other. The instant before their lips met, it was as if the whole great hall let out a surprised gasp, everyone around them had froze and the sound of Harry's continuing footsteps halted to an abrupt end.
Then Hermione felt it. Malfoy's soft lips, softer then a rose petal, caressed her bottom lip. It was like she had been electrocuted. Every inch of her body was tingling in warmth, warmth she hadn't felt in over 2 years. She remembered this warmth filling her body when she used to kiss Harry. She didn't remember ever losing it, but know she realized she never felt this with Harry any longer. When she kissed Harry it was just empty. hallow. But know her mind was refreshed, she remember the sensation vividly and never wanted to let go. She had completely forgotten that she was kissing her worst enemy whom she sworn no never even shake hands with.
Hermione pulled away just as Malfoy did. He looked just as she suspected she looked. His face was twisted in confusion... he had felt it too. She knew he had felt it just like she had. Someone had turned of the sound around them. She could only here the rapid beating of her heart. It was pounding in her ears, driving her mad. Malfoy swallowed hard, suddenly standing up from table. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip, staring at the floor totally spaced out to anything that was happening. He just strode out of the great hall, not looking up to meet anyone's eyes.
That's when everything seemed to come crashing down on her. The sound snapped back on and the chatter was unbelievingly loud. Her heart was still louder though, the blood constantly hammering in her ears. She took one glance of the people next to her and need to more to know they all looked identical. They were all staring at her in a mixture of disbelieving and disgust. The same look Malfoy had worn when Hermione told him the plan. And there... the one person standing out in the crowd was Harry. He didn't look like any of them. He wasn't wearing the same look as the younger Gryffindor's. He wasn't even gaping open mouthed at her in anger like Ron was by his side. No, he was just standing there. No the slightest trace of anger, sadness, or any emotion for that matter. Just like the hollowness Hermione feels when she kissed him now. Nothingness.
Harry walked out of the great hall, not show any type of emotion to anything that was going on. Not looking even a little aware of all the people staring at the back of his head.
Ginny had ran right into the great hall at the moment and up to Hermione. She hadn't noticed Harry walking like an empty shell beside her, or Ron shooting an angry glare at Hermione before chasing after his friend. But all she needed was the scared and confused look Hermione had on to clarify things up.
"Hermione?" she asked weakly, not wanting to believe the truth.
The only answer Hermione gave Ginny was the soft 'thud' of her head falling onto the table in utter uncertainty about anything any more.
A/N: ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT!!!! I've gotten past the set up stage of this story YEAH! NOW, it's time for some fun!!! I'll start putting up the good chapters ASAP!!!! YOU JUST HAVE TO KEEP REVIEWING AND/OR READING!!!! Thanks - * Nat!