Hi again. Thank you SO MUCH reviewers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I really admire
people who write songfics now, I'm almost giving up on mine. Anyway, I just
got back from visiting my grandmother's house. I saw my cute little cousins
who came from Pennsylvania (my grandmother lives in Connecticut) One of
them is six and one of them is two. The two year old is really bossy
though, but it's cute cuz she's two. So...you've probably skipped this
paragraph since I'm boring you so much, so I'm gonna start updating now.
(That didn't make any sense, but you've skipped this anyway, remember?)
Chapter Four: Planning Ahead
HERMIONE'S POV
"You're absolutely POSITIVE Snape hasn't told your dad yet?"
"Yeah. No way my parents would be able to resist yelling at me or worse if they found out. Oops-look out, the ice is thin here." Draco grabbed Hermione's hand and pulled her away from a black patch of ice.
It was November, and they were sliding around the lake in their sneakers. They were being given a wide berth by both Slytherins and Gryffindors, but they were used to it by now.
They had been together for a few months now. Since Hermione's moment of bravery in the corridor at the beginning of September, a lot had happened. After she had said she wanted to be Draco's girlfriend, he had stared at her for what felt like hours. 'Oh, God,' she remembered thinking. 'He was JOKING! Now I'll never have a chance, and Harry and Ron'll never forgive me.'
But than he had looked away, than towards her again. And than he had smiled. She had never seen him smile before, just smirk. She had thought she liked him before, but when she saw him smile, she knew what she had before was just a crush. (A/N: After my long attraction to Tom Felton, I no longer believe in such a thing as 'just a crush,' but...)
Since than they were always together. Like today, for example. It was a Saturday in early November, and Draco and Hermione were taking advantage of having extra time to spend together.
"I really think that if they met you, they'd like you more, though. I mean, before I started school, I never thought I could like somebody...who was part muggle, but look at us now. We really should give them a chance to meet you."
"That's sweet, but when could we do it? How could we make them like me, they know who I am?"
"They'd know IF we told them, yeah..." he started to smile.
"Oh, no! NO, Draco, NO! I am NOT pretending to be some pureblood Slytherin, I bet they know all the purebloods in Britain! WHEN could we do it, even if we were that stupid?!"
"There's a three day weekend next week, in honor of some dead wizard's birthday. They DO know all the purebloods in Britain, but who said you had to be from Britain?"
She was about to tell him 'No, no, no way." But than he smiled...
DRACO'S POV
"Mum, meet Henriette, the exchange student from France," Draco said, smiling as his mother opened the door to their huge house.
She smiled and shook Hermione's---oops---Henriette's hand as she walked through the door. "Draco's told us all about you." Narcissa lowered her voice to a stage whisper, "he NEVER brings home girlfriends from school!"
"MUM!"
"Well, it's true."
HERMIONE'S POV
'Henriette' smiled at Draco as he showed her around his house. She had never been in a boy's house before, except for Ron's, but Ron's house wasn't exactly like Draco's.
The Burrow didn't have fancy chandeliers. The Burrow didn't have little house-elves scurrying around doing chores. But the Burrow didn't have Draco, and that was all Hermione saw.
Everything was going perfectly. Hermione was having fun pretending to be french as they ate dinner, when suddenly the sound of breaking glass sounded from downstairs...
Phew! All done! I'll update as soon as possible! Please review, but don't flame me. If you really wanna flame me, just email me c/o my dad's email address (tompen@110.net) so no other readers know! Sorry if this chapter made no sense at all, and double sorry if it was a cliffie, and triple sorry that it was so short. :?) Kirby
Chapter Four: Planning Ahead
HERMIONE'S POV
"You're absolutely POSITIVE Snape hasn't told your dad yet?"
"Yeah. No way my parents would be able to resist yelling at me or worse if they found out. Oops-look out, the ice is thin here." Draco grabbed Hermione's hand and pulled her away from a black patch of ice.
It was November, and they were sliding around the lake in their sneakers. They were being given a wide berth by both Slytherins and Gryffindors, but they were used to it by now.
They had been together for a few months now. Since Hermione's moment of bravery in the corridor at the beginning of September, a lot had happened. After she had said she wanted to be Draco's girlfriend, he had stared at her for what felt like hours. 'Oh, God,' she remembered thinking. 'He was JOKING! Now I'll never have a chance, and Harry and Ron'll never forgive me.'
But than he had looked away, than towards her again. And than he had smiled. She had never seen him smile before, just smirk. She had thought she liked him before, but when she saw him smile, she knew what she had before was just a crush. (A/N: After my long attraction to Tom Felton, I no longer believe in such a thing as 'just a crush,' but...)
Since than they were always together. Like today, for example. It was a Saturday in early November, and Draco and Hermione were taking advantage of having extra time to spend together.
"I really think that if they met you, they'd like you more, though. I mean, before I started school, I never thought I could like somebody...who was part muggle, but look at us now. We really should give them a chance to meet you."
"That's sweet, but when could we do it? How could we make them like me, they know who I am?"
"They'd know IF we told them, yeah..." he started to smile.
"Oh, no! NO, Draco, NO! I am NOT pretending to be some pureblood Slytherin, I bet they know all the purebloods in Britain! WHEN could we do it, even if we were that stupid?!"
"There's a three day weekend next week, in honor of some dead wizard's birthday. They DO know all the purebloods in Britain, but who said you had to be from Britain?"
She was about to tell him 'No, no, no way." But than he smiled...
DRACO'S POV
"Mum, meet Henriette, the exchange student from France," Draco said, smiling as his mother opened the door to their huge house.
She smiled and shook Hermione's---oops---Henriette's hand as she walked through the door. "Draco's told us all about you." Narcissa lowered her voice to a stage whisper, "he NEVER brings home girlfriends from school!"
"MUM!"
"Well, it's true."
HERMIONE'S POV
'Henriette' smiled at Draco as he showed her around his house. She had never been in a boy's house before, except for Ron's, but Ron's house wasn't exactly like Draco's.
The Burrow didn't have fancy chandeliers. The Burrow didn't have little house-elves scurrying around doing chores. But the Burrow didn't have Draco, and that was all Hermione saw.
Everything was going perfectly. Hermione was having fun pretending to be french as they ate dinner, when suddenly the sound of breaking glass sounded from downstairs...
Phew! All done! I'll update as soon as possible! Please review, but don't flame me. If you really wanna flame me, just email me c/o my dad's email address (tompen@110.net) so no other readers know! Sorry if this chapter made no sense at all, and double sorry if it was a cliffie, and triple sorry that it was so short. :?) Kirby