A/N: First of all, thank you to everyone who reviewed! You're all the absolute *sweetest* people out there! :D
Secondly, I've been thinking about how to draw this out. As a writer (Look ma! I'm a *writer* now!), I try to find *every* little cliché in fanfictions (Even if a lot of them are marvelous---That is to say, I personally think a lot of clichés are very well done---err. . . Darn. There's no right way to say this, is there? *lol*), and then turn them upside down. Be prepared. *Evil grin*
And last, but not least, I must make excuses as to why I take so long on updates. The plain and simple truth is that I, well. . . I'm a horrid procrastinator who cannot keep her mind on one thing for very long. Plus, I get uber-busy during the week. Sorry! :(
On with the show!
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Chapter 3
Hermione caught up with Ginny just outside the Charms classroom the next day, watching as Mage rambled on.
"Well, I heard that in Defense Against the Dark Arts tomorrow, Professor Mimbly's going to bring in a Water Nymph!" Mage said.
Ginny clapped her hands and grinned. "I love the water. . ." She trailed off as she saw Hermione standing across the nearly empty hallway.
"Hey Mage, I'll catch up to you later, ok?" Mage smiled and walked away as Ginny trailed over to Hermione.
"Hi," Hermione said.
Ginny grinned. "Hermy, dahling, it's been such an *exhausting* day that I'm simply can't even *begin* to tell you about it!" She huffed and fell into Hermione's arms with her hand strewn across her forehead. "Carry me?" she pouted.
Hermione laughed and shoved Ginny away softly. "Not on your life!"
Ginny smiled and wrapped her arms around Hermione's neck once more. "Hmph. Well, if I can't get my rightfully deserved pampering, am I at least worthy of a kiss?"
Hermione rolled her eyes playfully and pressed her lips to Ginny's, softly letting her mind drift away with each sigh she heard.
"Bloody Hell!"
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Draco Malfoy was a respectable, if slightly snobbish, member of society. As such, he was taught to firmly believe that men should only (Only as in no 'if's', 'but's', or 'or's' about it) be with women. And that was that. The thought of two members of the same gender even *thinking* of being together in *that* way had never crossed his mind (A bold face lie, but denial was always a welcome thing in the Malfoy family). So when he turned the corner into the Charms hallway, he was, naturally, shocked.
"Bloody Hell!"
Hermione and Ginny jumped apart quickly at the loud interruption.
"What is going on here?!"
Draco looked to be in shock, his face overly pale and decidedly (As Hermione thought) on the brink of hysteria.
"Ginny. . . Let me handle this, all right?" Ginny nodded softly, walking slowly away, but turning every few seconds to make sure that Malfoy hadn't hexed Hermione into next Tuesday (Not that he actually *could*, but Ginny felt the need to be protective).
Draco was mumbling to himself, walking around in circles, and making quick glances towards the way he came.
"It *would* be like this---There should be a thing. A, a thing that says. . . But, people shouldn't just be *kissing* in the halls. . . There should be a rule---"
"Malfoy?"
"What!?"
Hermione started at the loud noise, so different from the mumblings he was issuing just seconds before.
"Are you. . . Are you alright?"
Draco laughed (If you could call it a laugh, that is---Hermione was *quite* sure that the sound that came from Draco's mouth was one of someone who was about to hyperventilate. . .) and threw his arms up in the air, but suddenly brought them back down and turned to Hermione with a confused look on his face.
"You're. . . You're with. . . Her?"
Hermione crossed her arms and nodded, but sensed that Draco was just extremely confused, so saved her mean look for later.
"And. . . Why?"
Hermione raised her eyebrow. "Because I want to."
Draco scrunched up his brow and bit his lip (Adorable! Hermione thought, but denial was also a very welcome thing in the Granger family, so Hermione didn't worry).
"Mal... Draco, have you ever felt so in tune with someone, so *right*, that you knew it didn't matter who that person was, only that you knew you wanted to be with them?"
Draco looked down at the floor for a moment before nodding softly.
Hermione drew back in shock. She hadn't thought that a *Malfoy* would understand, would know what it felt like.
"You have?"
Again, Draco nodded softly, and Hermione could see a tiny tear start to form in his eyes, before he swiped it away quickly.
"Look, Granger, I'm going to forget this ever happened. I'm going back to my room, and I'm not going to think about it anymore." With that, he started walking down the hall, before Hermione yelled out to him quickly.
"Draco!"
Draco turned around, confused.
"If you ever. . . If you ever need to talk, I'm, well, I'm here." Hermione smiled and walked towards the other end of the hallway.
"Granger?"
Hermione paused.
"Thanks."
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A/N: Hmm... I think it might be a smidge OOC, but I'm banging cliches, aren't I? *lol* TBC...
Secondly, I've been thinking about how to draw this out. As a writer (Look ma! I'm a *writer* now!), I try to find *every* little cliché in fanfictions (Even if a lot of them are marvelous---That is to say, I personally think a lot of clichés are very well done---err. . . Darn. There's no right way to say this, is there? *lol*), and then turn them upside down. Be prepared. *Evil grin*
And last, but not least, I must make excuses as to why I take so long on updates. The plain and simple truth is that I, well. . . I'm a horrid procrastinator who cannot keep her mind on one thing for very long. Plus, I get uber-busy during the week. Sorry! :(
On with the show!
..:::..
Chapter 3
Hermione caught up with Ginny just outside the Charms classroom the next day, watching as Mage rambled on.
"Well, I heard that in Defense Against the Dark Arts tomorrow, Professor Mimbly's going to bring in a Water Nymph!" Mage said.
Ginny clapped her hands and grinned. "I love the water. . ." She trailed off as she saw Hermione standing across the nearly empty hallway.
"Hey Mage, I'll catch up to you later, ok?" Mage smiled and walked away as Ginny trailed over to Hermione.
"Hi," Hermione said.
Ginny grinned. "Hermy, dahling, it's been such an *exhausting* day that I'm simply can't even *begin* to tell you about it!" She huffed and fell into Hermione's arms with her hand strewn across her forehead. "Carry me?" she pouted.
Hermione laughed and shoved Ginny away softly. "Not on your life!"
Ginny smiled and wrapped her arms around Hermione's neck once more. "Hmph. Well, if I can't get my rightfully deserved pampering, am I at least worthy of a kiss?"
Hermione rolled her eyes playfully and pressed her lips to Ginny's, softly letting her mind drift away with each sigh she heard.
"Bloody Hell!"
..:::..
Draco Malfoy was a respectable, if slightly snobbish, member of society. As such, he was taught to firmly believe that men should only (Only as in no 'if's', 'but's', or 'or's' about it) be with women. And that was that. The thought of two members of the same gender even *thinking* of being together in *that* way had never crossed his mind (A bold face lie, but denial was always a welcome thing in the Malfoy family). So when he turned the corner into the Charms hallway, he was, naturally, shocked.
"Bloody Hell!"
Hermione and Ginny jumped apart quickly at the loud interruption.
"What is going on here?!"
Draco looked to be in shock, his face overly pale and decidedly (As Hermione thought) on the brink of hysteria.
"Ginny. . . Let me handle this, all right?" Ginny nodded softly, walking slowly away, but turning every few seconds to make sure that Malfoy hadn't hexed Hermione into next Tuesday (Not that he actually *could*, but Ginny felt the need to be protective).
Draco was mumbling to himself, walking around in circles, and making quick glances towards the way he came.
"It *would* be like this---There should be a thing. A, a thing that says. . . But, people shouldn't just be *kissing* in the halls. . . There should be a rule---"
"Malfoy?"
"What!?"
Hermione started at the loud noise, so different from the mumblings he was issuing just seconds before.
"Are you. . . Are you alright?"
Draco laughed (If you could call it a laugh, that is---Hermione was *quite* sure that the sound that came from Draco's mouth was one of someone who was about to hyperventilate. . .) and threw his arms up in the air, but suddenly brought them back down and turned to Hermione with a confused look on his face.
"You're. . . You're with. . . Her?"
Hermione crossed her arms and nodded, but sensed that Draco was just extremely confused, so saved her mean look for later.
"And. . . Why?"
Hermione raised her eyebrow. "Because I want to."
Draco scrunched up his brow and bit his lip (Adorable! Hermione thought, but denial was also a very welcome thing in the Granger family, so Hermione didn't worry).
"Mal... Draco, have you ever felt so in tune with someone, so *right*, that you knew it didn't matter who that person was, only that you knew you wanted to be with them?"
Draco looked down at the floor for a moment before nodding softly.
Hermione drew back in shock. She hadn't thought that a *Malfoy* would understand, would know what it felt like.
"You have?"
Again, Draco nodded softly, and Hermione could see a tiny tear start to form in his eyes, before he swiped it away quickly.
"Look, Granger, I'm going to forget this ever happened. I'm going back to my room, and I'm not going to think about it anymore." With that, he started walking down the hall, before Hermione yelled out to him quickly.
"Draco!"
Draco turned around, confused.
"If you ever. . . If you ever need to talk, I'm, well, I'm here." Hermione smiled and walked towards the other end of the hallway.
"Granger?"
Hermione paused.
"Thanks."
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A/N: Hmm... I think it might be a smidge OOC, but I'm banging cliches, aren't I? *lol* TBC...