Hermoine stared at the test. How could she have received a B? She had
studied all night for that test! For crying out loud, RON had even received
a B, though a low one at that. Hermoine glanced at her clock..only 50 more
minutes to go...40..30...
Hermoine ran out of the classroom. She couldn't stand it any longer, with all the class grades posted on the board for the whole world to see, everyone would know that she got a B. She tripped and gathered her books up as tears blinded her while she ran as fast as she could to reach the comfort of her bed. But no sooner had she walked three steps then she was stopped by the thing she had bumped into. Or rather person.
Hermoine stared into Draco's gray orbs as they glared fiercely back at her.
"I'M BLOODY SORRY!" Hermoine said and ran away, not wanting to even wonder of what nasty comments Draco would make of this encounter the next day. Not that she planned of coming out of her room-ever.
She reached her bed and pulled the soft covers over her as she stared out of the window and sobbed to no avail. She tried telling herself how useless crying was, but that didn't seem to help one bit. She also knew that she was a complete fool for running out of the classroom, much more for crying about a grade. After all it was just a grade, was it not? It wasn't a competition against Draco, she told herself. It had nothing to do with that insolent arse.
Here they were, in their seventh year, and she had beaten Draco by many unspoken points. Besides, Draco didn't even do his own homework. She didn't even want to think about him. Just thinking about him wanted to make her throw things. And oh how innocent were those silver eyes that stared at her in the hallway just a few minutes ago. ' I bet HE did this. He made me get a B.' Hermoine thought, knowing perfectly well that there was no way that he has anything to do with it. True, there was the pressure of always having to do better than Draco, but that didn't really interfere with her already high level of nervousness during tests.
Raging on about Draco seemed to calm Hermoine down, and she eventually grabbed a book titled "The Magics Of Muggle Paperclips" which really made her giggle, considering they mentioned all 234 magical and nonmagical uses of the muggle paperclip, some detailing very explicitly how to clip the paperclip onto the paper. It was Ron's book that she had borrowed last week; his curiousity had made Hermoine laugh, and she wanted to see what the wizards wrote about muggle lifestyles.
Looking at the book, she was somehow reminded of Ron. Everything reminded her of Ron these days. The color green or orange were constant reminders of him, and the book cover was of those colors. She smiled, knowing how concerned Harry and Ron would be when she wouldn't come for lunch, and the interoggation that would follow.
Suddenly Hermoine realized just how exhausted she felt and she drifted off to her land of dreams. Little did her conscious self know, that her subconscious mind was playing naughty dreams inside her intelligent brain.Draco..draco...long lost whispers entered her head..Draco it is time..*Hermoine saw a room with a red carpet, golden chair and a black veil over the chair. Someone was in it, and there was a slim figure kneeling before it, looking ashen against the velvet blackness of it all.*
Hermoine woke up in a sweat, her bedsheets twisted around her shapely legs, and she vaguely remembered her dream, wondering what it meant. She reached into her pocket for her wand and muttered "Lumino" and pointed the light being directed from her wand at her muggle alarm clock. 2: 00 a.m, it read. She slipped on a pale purple robe on, put her slippers on and walked out of her dorm, not quite knowing where she wanted to go, but knowing she wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. She needed to reflect on her thoughts; she didn't comprehend her dream. She was very aware of how her house would lose 20 points should she be caught here, but she took her chances, she desperately needed fresh air.
Her feet carried her to the quidditch field, her mind wandering on its own somewhere else. She was awakened from her day dreaming (or should I say night dreaming) when she saw a slim figure in the middle of it, the same one that she had seen in her dream, looking up at the sky. She started cautiously tip-toeing her way to it, half scared shitless and half curious as to who it was.
As she approached the slim figure, realizing at a closer glance that it was a boy, she was startled at how statue-like he seemed. Almost as if he was dreaming. She didn't dare think of the troubles she would encounter should she awaken Draco, now knowing that it was he who was dreaming. She wondered if she should tell Draco her dreams about him, knowing that he was quite a dreamer himself now. Sure, he would have nasty thoughts, and she hated him, but her curiousity was in more control of her brain then anger was, so she consented with her idea, and decided that she would ask him tomorrow, at their regular headboy/headgirl meetings. (She was head girl, he was head boy, sorry I didn't mention it, I didn't think it was too big of a deal. God, I'm so stuck right now. This chapter sucks, though it is my first fanfic, did I mention that already? K, sorry im blathering, not that anyone's reading this anyway..)
She started to tiptoe back across the quidditch field, but not before a light, cold hand grabbed her shoulder. She whirled around, expecting a cranky (even crankier than usual) Draco, but instead was faced with the same statue that was there before. Before she could say, "Ronny I have the hots for you," Draco had grabbed her by the throat and her feet were now dangling a good 3 feet above the muddy ground. She screamed as loud as her vocal chords would let her, hoping desperately that she would be heard, and Draco's grip on her neck tightened, then loosened, as she dropped to the ground.
Hermoine ran out of the classroom. She couldn't stand it any longer, with all the class grades posted on the board for the whole world to see, everyone would know that she got a B. She tripped and gathered her books up as tears blinded her while she ran as fast as she could to reach the comfort of her bed. But no sooner had she walked three steps then she was stopped by the thing she had bumped into. Or rather person.
Hermoine stared into Draco's gray orbs as they glared fiercely back at her.
"I'M BLOODY SORRY!" Hermoine said and ran away, not wanting to even wonder of what nasty comments Draco would make of this encounter the next day. Not that she planned of coming out of her room-ever.
She reached her bed and pulled the soft covers over her as she stared out of the window and sobbed to no avail. She tried telling herself how useless crying was, but that didn't seem to help one bit. She also knew that she was a complete fool for running out of the classroom, much more for crying about a grade. After all it was just a grade, was it not? It wasn't a competition against Draco, she told herself. It had nothing to do with that insolent arse.
Here they were, in their seventh year, and she had beaten Draco by many unspoken points. Besides, Draco didn't even do his own homework. She didn't even want to think about him. Just thinking about him wanted to make her throw things. And oh how innocent were those silver eyes that stared at her in the hallway just a few minutes ago. ' I bet HE did this. He made me get a B.' Hermoine thought, knowing perfectly well that there was no way that he has anything to do with it. True, there was the pressure of always having to do better than Draco, but that didn't really interfere with her already high level of nervousness during tests.
Raging on about Draco seemed to calm Hermoine down, and she eventually grabbed a book titled "The Magics Of Muggle Paperclips" which really made her giggle, considering they mentioned all 234 magical and nonmagical uses of the muggle paperclip, some detailing very explicitly how to clip the paperclip onto the paper. It was Ron's book that she had borrowed last week; his curiousity had made Hermoine laugh, and she wanted to see what the wizards wrote about muggle lifestyles.
Looking at the book, she was somehow reminded of Ron. Everything reminded her of Ron these days. The color green or orange were constant reminders of him, and the book cover was of those colors. She smiled, knowing how concerned Harry and Ron would be when she wouldn't come for lunch, and the interoggation that would follow.
Suddenly Hermoine realized just how exhausted she felt and she drifted off to her land of dreams. Little did her conscious self know, that her subconscious mind was playing naughty dreams inside her intelligent brain.Draco..draco...long lost whispers entered her head..Draco it is time..*Hermoine saw a room with a red carpet, golden chair and a black veil over the chair. Someone was in it, and there was a slim figure kneeling before it, looking ashen against the velvet blackness of it all.*
Hermoine woke up in a sweat, her bedsheets twisted around her shapely legs, and she vaguely remembered her dream, wondering what it meant. She reached into her pocket for her wand and muttered "Lumino" and pointed the light being directed from her wand at her muggle alarm clock. 2: 00 a.m, it read. She slipped on a pale purple robe on, put her slippers on and walked out of her dorm, not quite knowing where she wanted to go, but knowing she wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. She needed to reflect on her thoughts; she didn't comprehend her dream. She was very aware of how her house would lose 20 points should she be caught here, but she took her chances, she desperately needed fresh air.
Her feet carried her to the quidditch field, her mind wandering on its own somewhere else. She was awakened from her day dreaming (or should I say night dreaming) when she saw a slim figure in the middle of it, the same one that she had seen in her dream, looking up at the sky. She started cautiously tip-toeing her way to it, half scared shitless and half curious as to who it was.
As she approached the slim figure, realizing at a closer glance that it was a boy, she was startled at how statue-like he seemed. Almost as if he was dreaming. She didn't dare think of the troubles she would encounter should she awaken Draco, now knowing that it was he who was dreaming. She wondered if she should tell Draco her dreams about him, knowing that he was quite a dreamer himself now. Sure, he would have nasty thoughts, and she hated him, but her curiousity was in more control of her brain then anger was, so she consented with her idea, and decided that she would ask him tomorrow, at their regular headboy/headgirl meetings. (She was head girl, he was head boy, sorry I didn't mention it, I didn't think it was too big of a deal. God, I'm so stuck right now. This chapter sucks, though it is my first fanfic, did I mention that already? K, sorry im blathering, not that anyone's reading this anyway..)
She started to tiptoe back across the quidditch field, but not before a light, cold hand grabbed her shoulder. She whirled around, expecting a cranky (even crankier than usual) Draco, but instead was faced with the same statue that was there before. Before she could say, "Ronny I have the hots for you," Draco had grabbed her by the throat and her feet were now dangling a good 3 feet above the muddy ground. She screamed as loud as her vocal chords would let her, hoping desperately that she would be heard, and Draco's grip on her neck tightened, then loosened, as she dropped to the ground.