Chapter Three
**- Hermoine's Admirer
When Harry arrived in the Great Hall the following day, a buzz surrounded Hermoine. Several Girls were surrounding her, along with one very flustered Ron.
"What's up?" Asked Harry, sitting next to Ron.
"Hermoine has a secret admirer!" One of the girls squeaked. If at all possible Ron's shade darkened. Ron mumbled something that was barely loud enough for Harry to hear. Another one of the Girls that Harry couldn't remember seeing looked at Ron and giggled loudly. Clearly, they thought Ron was the admirer. Harry couldn't help the laughter coming out of him as he piled some bacon on his plate, besides his toast.
"It's not me alright!" Ron yelled a little louder than necessary. A few heads from the Ravenclaw table began to stare at him, only to return to their breakfast a few moments later. "Did you ever think of Neville?" A slight glow formed behind Ron's eyes as he spoke of this realization. This only caused the girls to whisper excitedly instead of just giggling. Ron's mood didn't improve as he sulked over his eggs.
The skin on the back of Harry's neck began to prickle. Someone was watching. He looked up, his eyes matching Malfoy's from across the room. Unlike the normal snicker that was almost always on Malfoy's lips, it was a smile. An actual smile! Harry couldn't help but be slightly surprised. His eyes trailed to what Malfoy was smiling at. Harry nudged Ron quite forcefully in the side and nodded towards Malfoy.
"What Harry?" Ron followed Harry's trail of site and his eyes darted to Malfoy, back to Hermoine.
"Herrr-Mio-ne!" He almost sang her name as he joyfully pointed across the Room.
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Draco's eyes widened as he made eye contact with Hermoine. He quickly looked down at his food, sneaking a quick peak to see if she was looking. The cheerful smile that seemed to surround Hermoine dimmed and her expression fell. He was half expecting another pang of disappointment but oddly enough it didn't come. He looked up, and unlike a few moments before where his face had reddened when she looked at him, his skin stood its normal color.
'Ugh.. hormones.' Thought Draco. He wondered where that had came from. He half smiled, and half snickered as he continued to eat. Every five minutes or so Draco would look up again only to find Hermoine staring.
'Stupid mudblood..' thought Draco. Half of him wondered how he could feel the way he had felt yesterday about someone, and still continue bashing them. "Must have been an off day.." Draco thought aloud. Crabbe and Goyle ignored him however and continued to babble endlessly to each other.
A few minutes later Draco felt a soft feeling settle over him again. What the hell was wrong with him? He looked up and found the person he least expected, to be watching him. Harry's eyes were a piercing emerald green. Draco wanted to break eye contact but didn't. Why however, was beyond his reasoning. A few minutes later Harry and his friends left. Draco couldn't help but stare. 'What the hell is wrong with me?' He repeated subconsciously.
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"I can't believe Malfoy is your admirer, Herm!" Ron's mood and improved, and now he was rather enjoying the fact that Hermoine had an Admirer. Just as long as her giggling friends didn't think it was him.
"Shut up!"
"Ron, just drop it." Said Harry softly, studying Hermoine's face. Her face revealed mixed feelings of confusion and horror.
"Her-Her-Hermoine?" A week voice came from in front of them. A bashful second year stood beaming in front of them. "Did.. Did.. Did you get my note?"
"You… You sent that?" Hermoine asked carefully.
"Yes.."
"It was very sweet. Thank you." Hermoine offered the boy a smile and bent down, kissing him on the cheek. She smiled again and continued down the corridors merrily.
"What did the note say.. Precisely?"
Hermoine ignored Ron's snide question, and looked abashed as she realized what time it was.
"Oh god! I have to get to the library!" Hermoine ran down the halls quickly, leaving Ron in the dust.
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Ron decided to follow her, leaving Harry to wonder by himself. He wandered outside and began walking to the lake. His thoughts didn't dwell on Hermoine and the boy, like he was sure Ron's did, but on Draco. He was so sure Draco had been the admirer. He had actually been smiling! That had to be a clue to something! Or at least that's what he thought.
His thoughts continued to wander, as he sat on the ground before the lake. Suddenly, his thoughts switched gears and he began to think of an old dream. He continued to drill into his own mind, trying to find who it had been about. All he could remember, was a strange comfort. It might have been his mother, as that had happened before but he was quite sure it wasn't. The figure in this dream had been different. He was almost positive that it had been Male.
Harry's eyes drooped slowly. He tried to resist the urge of sleep as he continued to watch the clouds that were scattered about, move across the crystal blue sky. He rested his head against the tree trunk behind him, and allowed drowsiness to take over which began to bare fresh memories -- dreams into his mind..
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Others Note: I know this story isn't very good as of yet, but I am trying. Soon maybe I'll find my (normal) muse. Until then, ignore my grammar as best as you can. If you see anything incredibly horrid (such as the "accept one" [which is meant to be Except instead of Accept] comment) please put it in your review so I can correct it.
**- Hermoine's Admirer
When Harry arrived in the Great Hall the following day, a buzz surrounded Hermoine. Several Girls were surrounding her, along with one very flustered Ron.
"What's up?" Asked Harry, sitting next to Ron.
"Hermoine has a secret admirer!" One of the girls squeaked. If at all possible Ron's shade darkened. Ron mumbled something that was barely loud enough for Harry to hear. Another one of the Girls that Harry couldn't remember seeing looked at Ron and giggled loudly. Clearly, they thought Ron was the admirer. Harry couldn't help the laughter coming out of him as he piled some bacon on his plate, besides his toast.
"It's not me alright!" Ron yelled a little louder than necessary. A few heads from the Ravenclaw table began to stare at him, only to return to their breakfast a few moments later. "Did you ever think of Neville?" A slight glow formed behind Ron's eyes as he spoke of this realization. This only caused the girls to whisper excitedly instead of just giggling. Ron's mood didn't improve as he sulked over his eggs.
The skin on the back of Harry's neck began to prickle. Someone was watching. He looked up, his eyes matching Malfoy's from across the room. Unlike the normal snicker that was almost always on Malfoy's lips, it was a smile. An actual smile! Harry couldn't help but be slightly surprised. His eyes trailed to what Malfoy was smiling at. Harry nudged Ron quite forcefully in the side and nodded towards Malfoy.
"What Harry?" Ron followed Harry's trail of site and his eyes darted to Malfoy, back to Hermoine.
"Herrr-Mio-ne!" He almost sang her name as he joyfully pointed across the Room.
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Draco's eyes widened as he made eye contact with Hermoine. He quickly looked down at his food, sneaking a quick peak to see if she was looking. The cheerful smile that seemed to surround Hermoine dimmed and her expression fell. He was half expecting another pang of disappointment but oddly enough it didn't come. He looked up, and unlike a few moments before where his face had reddened when she looked at him, his skin stood its normal color.
'Ugh.. hormones.' Thought Draco. He wondered where that had came from. He half smiled, and half snickered as he continued to eat. Every five minutes or so Draco would look up again only to find Hermoine staring.
'Stupid mudblood..' thought Draco. Half of him wondered how he could feel the way he had felt yesterday about someone, and still continue bashing them. "Must have been an off day.." Draco thought aloud. Crabbe and Goyle ignored him however and continued to babble endlessly to each other.
A few minutes later Draco felt a soft feeling settle over him again. What the hell was wrong with him? He looked up and found the person he least expected, to be watching him. Harry's eyes were a piercing emerald green. Draco wanted to break eye contact but didn't. Why however, was beyond his reasoning. A few minutes later Harry and his friends left. Draco couldn't help but stare. 'What the hell is wrong with me?' He repeated subconsciously.
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"I can't believe Malfoy is your admirer, Herm!" Ron's mood and improved, and now he was rather enjoying the fact that Hermoine had an Admirer. Just as long as her giggling friends didn't think it was him.
"Shut up!"
"Ron, just drop it." Said Harry softly, studying Hermoine's face. Her face revealed mixed feelings of confusion and horror.
"Her-Her-Hermoine?" A week voice came from in front of them. A bashful second year stood beaming in front of them. "Did.. Did.. Did you get my note?"
"You… You sent that?" Hermoine asked carefully.
"Yes.."
"It was very sweet. Thank you." Hermoine offered the boy a smile and bent down, kissing him on the cheek. She smiled again and continued down the corridors merrily.
"What did the note say.. Precisely?"
Hermoine ignored Ron's snide question, and looked abashed as she realized what time it was.
"Oh god! I have to get to the library!" Hermoine ran down the halls quickly, leaving Ron in the dust.
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Ron decided to follow her, leaving Harry to wonder by himself. He wandered outside and began walking to the lake. His thoughts didn't dwell on Hermoine and the boy, like he was sure Ron's did, but on Draco. He was so sure Draco had been the admirer. He had actually been smiling! That had to be a clue to something! Or at least that's what he thought.
His thoughts continued to wander, as he sat on the ground before the lake. Suddenly, his thoughts switched gears and he began to think of an old dream. He continued to drill into his own mind, trying to find who it had been about. All he could remember, was a strange comfort. It might have been his mother, as that had happened before but he was quite sure it wasn't. The figure in this dream had been different. He was almost positive that it had been Male.
Harry's eyes drooped slowly. He tried to resist the urge of sleep as he continued to watch the clouds that were scattered about, move across the crystal blue sky. He rested his head against the tree trunk behind him, and allowed drowsiness to take over which began to bare fresh memories -- dreams into his mind..
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Others Note: I know this story isn't very good as of yet, but I am trying. Soon maybe I'll find my (normal) muse. Until then, ignore my grammar as best as you can. If you see anything incredibly horrid (such as the "accept one" [which is meant to be Except instead of Accept] comment) please put it in your review so I can correct it.