"Floetry-Or Something Close"
Chapter 6: "She is totally PMSing, Dude"
A/N: I haven't updated since forever! I apologize for keeping you waiting. :(
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That morning, Draco walked into English class feeling pretty confident that his poem was going to be a good grade. As he sat down, he overheard the Gryffindors and Pansy garble on about something.
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"I heard Malfoy wrote you a poem, Granger," Pansy spat.
"Er, yes..." Hermione said quietly and slowly. She preferred to keep this whole assignment thing a secret.
"Is that true?" Seamus asked.
"She just said yes, you freak," Pansy argued. "So, what did it say?"
"Yeah! Was it a love letter?" Dean asked, hugging himself on the word 'love.'
"Erm, no..." Hermione answered, the quill in her hand beginning to quiver. She could feel her cheeks turn bright pink as she tried to drop her frizzy hair in front of her face.
"Then what was it?" Ron asked defensively.
"It was for the assignment we had, you guys!" Hermione said firmly. "Now please! Get back to your seats and shut up about it already!"
But it was like they were deaf. The didn't hear a word she said other than 'it was for the assignment.'
"But what did it say? That he wanted you to die?" Pansy asked, her arms folded across her chest and her pug-like face more gruesome than usual.
"Er...no," Hermione said defiantly. "Now please just leave me alone!"
"Leave her alone, you guys," Harry interrupted them, pushing Dean and the others away from her desk.
"Thanks, Harry," Hermione sighed. She sank lower in her seat as the others turned around and looked at her. Harry sat down beside her.
"So...what was the poem about?" Harry asked sweetly.
"Harry! Please!"
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"You so owe me an explanation, Malfoy," spat Pansy as she sat down behind him.
"For what?"
"You wrote a poem to her? Granger? Are you sick in the head or something? What in Merlin's Beard came over you?"
"Just leave me alone, Pug-er, I mean, Parkinson."
"You won't be able to sleep tonight until you tell me!"
"Whatever," Draco muttered to himself as Professor Kilt walked into the room.
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"Hey, Julie!"
"Uh, hi, Draco."
Draco sat down beside Julie at the lunch table. She had a sad yet angry look on her face and was playing with her food.
"You all right?" he asked.
"What do you think?"
"I think you're feeling horrible."
"You win 100 galleons."
Draco laughed, but then abruptly stopped. She looked at him, then looked away. But in those few moments, Draco saw the hurt in her eyes...and he felt odd. He felt something that he hadn't felt before. He like...like he cared.
"So now you're at a loss for words?" Julie said with a pinch of anger in her tone.
"What?"
"Yeah. You are."
"Huh?"
"First you tell me that you like Granger-butt, and now you can't even talk to me. You've really changed, Draco. And in the past few days, too," Julie answered bitterly.
Draco was taken aback by this sudden burst of female-opinionating.
"What do you have to say for yourself, Malfoy?" she said impatiently.
"Granger. That's why you haven't been talking to me all day? Because you thought that I liked Granger?"
"I didn't say that-"
"But you meant it."
"So-"
"So nothing. I don't like her."
"Don't lie just to make me feel better, Draco-"
"I'm not lying!"
"Whatever."
"What do you mean 'whatever'?"
"God! You just don't understand-"
"Well, I'm trying-"
"That's not good enough!"
"Jules, I don't even know where the hell I am on the bloody scale!"
"You are so unbelievable!" She yelled before stalking out of the Great Hall.
"What the hell did I do now?"
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Chapter 6: "She is totally PMSing, Dude"
A/N: I haven't updated since forever! I apologize for keeping you waiting. :(
***
That morning, Draco walked into English class feeling pretty confident that his poem was going to be a good grade. As he sat down, he overheard the Gryffindors and Pansy garble on about something.
*
"I heard Malfoy wrote you a poem, Granger," Pansy spat.
"Er, yes..." Hermione said quietly and slowly. She preferred to keep this whole assignment thing a secret.
"Is that true?" Seamus asked.
"She just said yes, you freak," Pansy argued. "So, what did it say?"
"Yeah! Was it a love letter?" Dean asked, hugging himself on the word 'love.'
"Erm, no..." Hermione answered, the quill in her hand beginning to quiver. She could feel her cheeks turn bright pink as she tried to drop her frizzy hair in front of her face.
"Then what was it?" Ron asked defensively.
"It was for the assignment we had, you guys!" Hermione said firmly. "Now please! Get back to your seats and shut up about it already!"
But it was like they were deaf. The didn't hear a word she said other than 'it was for the assignment.'
"But what did it say? That he wanted you to die?" Pansy asked, her arms folded across her chest and her pug-like face more gruesome than usual.
"Er...no," Hermione said defiantly. "Now please just leave me alone!"
"Leave her alone, you guys," Harry interrupted them, pushing Dean and the others away from her desk.
"Thanks, Harry," Hermione sighed. She sank lower in her seat as the others turned around and looked at her. Harry sat down beside her.
"So...what was the poem about?" Harry asked sweetly.
"Harry! Please!"
*
"You so owe me an explanation, Malfoy," spat Pansy as she sat down behind him.
"For what?"
"You wrote a poem to her? Granger? Are you sick in the head or something? What in Merlin's Beard came over you?"
"Just leave me alone, Pug-er, I mean, Parkinson."
"You won't be able to sleep tonight until you tell me!"
"Whatever," Draco muttered to himself as Professor Kilt walked into the room.
***
"Hey, Julie!"
"Uh, hi, Draco."
Draco sat down beside Julie at the lunch table. She had a sad yet angry look on her face and was playing with her food.
"You all right?" he asked.
"What do you think?"
"I think you're feeling horrible."
"You win 100 galleons."
Draco laughed, but then abruptly stopped. She looked at him, then looked away. But in those few moments, Draco saw the hurt in her eyes...and he felt odd. He felt something that he hadn't felt before. He like...like he cared.
"So now you're at a loss for words?" Julie said with a pinch of anger in her tone.
"What?"
"Yeah. You are."
"Huh?"
"First you tell me that you like Granger-butt, and now you can't even talk to me. You've really changed, Draco. And in the past few days, too," Julie answered bitterly.
Draco was taken aback by this sudden burst of female-opinionating.
"What do you have to say for yourself, Malfoy?" she said impatiently.
"Granger. That's why you haven't been talking to me all day? Because you thought that I liked Granger?"
"I didn't say that-"
"But you meant it."
"So-"
"So nothing. I don't like her."
"Don't lie just to make me feel better, Draco-"
"I'm not lying!"
"Whatever."
"What do you mean 'whatever'?"
"God! You just don't understand-"
"Well, I'm trying-"
"That's not good enough!"
"Jules, I don't even know where the hell I am on the bloody scale!"
"You are so unbelievable!" She yelled before stalking out of the Great Hall.
"What the hell did I do now?"
*