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everyone! And thanks to Ehlonna for being review 50! ^_^ If I hit a hundred
for this fic, I'll make a pic from it! ^_^
Faylinn: You'll probably make one before then in celebration of actually hitting 50.
Probably right. Anyway, thanks Ehlonna for your comment. ::tears up again, and tries to make herself better. ^_^:: Oh well, here's another chapter while my head is a little clear again. ^_^!!
Hermione and Draco walked around Hogwart's for a bit before deciding they were completely bored. "There is nothing to do around here!"
"Well, I usually study," Hermione commented, looking at the portraits hanging around.
"Yeah, same with me, but I don't feel like it when I'm with you."
Hermione blushed and the walked towards a window on the ground floor. Draco saw a bit of the Quidditch Pitch and grinned. "Say, you up for that fly about now?"
"What?"
I asked you yesterday if you wanted to go for a ride sometime. Want to go now?"
"I guess. There is nothing else to do." She said, unsure. She hadn't ridden a broom much, except for their lessons, and it hadn't been all that productive. She remembered the first time and how Ron got hit in the face with his.
"Well you better go get something warm on. Wool's best for flying." He said, and took off towards his own rooms. He stopped after running a few seconds and then spun around, running back to her.
"What's the matter?" She asked, suddenly pulled into his arms and kissed fiercely. He pulled away and gave his lopsided grin again and ran down the hall. She stood there for a moment, blushing.
'He so different from what he was before. It's hard to believe this is the same person. He made a change so quickly. I never would have thought that underneath that cold demeanor there was such a warm-hearted boy,' she pondered as she walked back up to Gryffindor. When she went in the common room was filled, with Harry, Ron and Ginny sitting in their chairs. Ginny looked up as she came in.
"You've been gone awhile." Hermione shrugged and went up to her dorm to throw on a sweater and her robes. Ginny followed her.
"Don't wear them."
"What? But you're supposed to when-"
"Don't wear your robes to go flying. It's the weekend. You don't have to wear them EVERYWHERE! Just over your clothes in and around the Great Hall. Don't you remember anything, silly?" Hermione blushed and took her robe off.
"How did you know I was going flying?"
"Please, since when do you wear something that warm to hang around with us? Are you going to be at lunch?"
"Of course! We aren't going for long. I don't even know where we're going," she fixed her hair quickly, flashed Ginny a smile, and ran down the stairs and towards the door. Ron and Harry watched her go, Ron a little sadly.
"Cheer up Ron."
"I can't help it. I have a bad feeling about all this."
"Oh stop! You're being silly," Ginny said, throwing herself on the seat next to Harry.
Draco walked quickly into the Slytherin common room and ran into Pansy with a letter in her hand.
"Watch where you're going," she hissed angrily, and ran out the door before it shut. He turned and stared as she left before going to change his clothes. As he was leaving the common room he could hear snickers behind him from some first years. He turned to them
"Excuse me, do you have a problem?" They stopped and stared, eyes wide. He frowned down upon them. Despite his recent change of heart he could still strike fear in the younger students.
"N-no!" The black haired one squeaked. He raised his eyebrow and turned, striding out the door.
Pansy ran purposefully towards the owls and burst through the door. Many of them started flapping and hooting angrily. She looked at the two letters in her hands and reread them.
Dearest Father,
Can you please make sure this letter somehow finds its way to Mr.
Malfoy? It has pertinent news regarding his dear son. Thank you.
Your sweet daughter
Pansy
P.S. Can you send me some more money for the Hogsmeade trip? Thank you.
She nodded satisfactorily and read the next letter.
To Mr. Malfoy,
This is Pansy Parkinson. I have some news regarding your wonderful
son, Draco that I believe you would be interested in. It seems as of
late he has taken an interest in a certain Mudblood witch, Hermione
Granger, who is a dear friend of Harry Potter. I am uncertain as to
why he suddenly has changed his mind, but I feel that she is somehow
putting him under a spell.
Hope all is well and that you are free soon,
Pansy Parkinson
"It's all too perfect!" She said exuberantly and motioned for the nearest school owl to come. A large barn owl hesitantly flew down to her and waited while she tied the letters to its leg. It hooted with annoyance and not receiving an award for its hard work, and flew up to the windows.
Hermione waited where Draco had last left her and stared out the large windows. She heard footsteps approaching her and she turned. It was Draco, looking wonderful once again in a dark blue jacket and jeans, and carrying his broom. She smiled and followed him as he walked out the door.
"Pansy is up to something."
"What do you mean?"
"She was leaving the common room when I was going to change, and she was carrying some letters. I don't know what she thinks she's doing, but she seemed eager to get out of there."
"Well, it's not like she can contact your father or anything, right?"
"Correct. He is in Azkaban."
"Even though the Dementor's aren't there?"
"They posted more guards, last I heard."
"Well than that's good," she said as they neared a small shed. "I thought everyone was supposed to keep their brooms in here?"
"I never liked to. I'm a bit paranoid now. I did before." He kept walking until they reached the Quidditch Pitch. No one was there, so he strode to the center and climbed onto the broom. He grinned at her and pushed off the ground. "I'm just going to test the wind, see if it's okay up here." Hermione nodded and watched him fly straight up into the air, leaving over his broom. He circled above her for a moment before diving down and stopping in front of her. Her eyes were wide.
"Don't worry, I won't do that with you on," he laughed, letting his feet hit the ground. Hermione crinkled her nose and walked the few feet over to him, unsure. "Come on! It's fun."
"I'm not sure about this," she said as she got behind him. The broom lifted a few feet off the ground and she threw her arms around her waist, closing her eyes tightly. He laughed as she cringed and watched the ground slowly move farther away.
"Oh Hermione, I'm surprised! Why don't you like flying?"
"It's not that I don't, I don't know. I just don't do it much." She said, her voice muffled by his jacket. He laughed again a leaned forward, the broom flying around in a circle. She looked down. "Draco, what if I fall?" She whispered.
"I won't let you. Don't worry. Even if you did I could catch you," he said, and watched as an owl flew out of the school. He stopped the broom and watched it.
"What is it?"
"I think that's the owl Pansy sent. She was headed their last."
"Draco, why were you so horrible before?"
"What?"
"All these other years. And last year. If you didn't feel that way about us, why did you act so horrible?"
"Because it was expected of me. I was supposed to turn Harry towards us, but I failed. I couldn't just befriend him. Plus he had insulted me."
"What?"
"On the first train ride, staying with the lot of you, instead of coming with me. It hurt my pride, the little that I did have."
"Oh."
"Yeah, and I feel really horrible about acting like a jerk to him when Lockheart was hear, with that duel and all. I really woke up this summer when my father was locked up. Showed me I could end up in that place, and I didn't like what I saw. Not one bit."
Well I hope you like this chapter!! YAY! Another one. Well, review if you like it, as always, and have a nice day. If I can I'll post another tonight, but I have to read a book for class tomorrow . completely forgot about it! AHHH!! ^_^ Later!
Faylinn: You'll probably make one before then in celebration of actually hitting 50.
Probably right. Anyway, thanks Ehlonna for your comment. ::tears up again, and tries to make herself better. ^_^:: Oh well, here's another chapter while my head is a little clear again. ^_^!!
Hermione and Draco walked around Hogwart's for a bit before deciding they were completely bored. "There is nothing to do around here!"
"Well, I usually study," Hermione commented, looking at the portraits hanging around.
"Yeah, same with me, but I don't feel like it when I'm with you."
Hermione blushed and the walked towards a window on the ground floor. Draco saw a bit of the Quidditch Pitch and grinned. "Say, you up for that fly about now?"
"What?"
I asked you yesterday if you wanted to go for a ride sometime. Want to go now?"
"I guess. There is nothing else to do." She said, unsure. She hadn't ridden a broom much, except for their lessons, and it hadn't been all that productive. She remembered the first time and how Ron got hit in the face with his.
"Well you better go get something warm on. Wool's best for flying." He said, and took off towards his own rooms. He stopped after running a few seconds and then spun around, running back to her.
"What's the matter?" She asked, suddenly pulled into his arms and kissed fiercely. He pulled away and gave his lopsided grin again and ran down the hall. She stood there for a moment, blushing.
'He so different from what he was before. It's hard to believe this is the same person. He made a change so quickly. I never would have thought that underneath that cold demeanor there was such a warm-hearted boy,' she pondered as she walked back up to Gryffindor. When she went in the common room was filled, with Harry, Ron and Ginny sitting in their chairs. Ginny looked up as she came in.
"You've been gone awhile." Hermione shrugged and went up to her dorm to throw on a sweater and her robes. Ginny followed her.
"Don't wear them."
"What? But you're supposed to when-"
"Don't wear your robes to go flying. It's the weekend. You don't have to wear them EVERYWHERE! Just over your clothes in and around the Great Hall. Don't you remember anything, silly?" Hermione blushed and took her robe off.
"How did you know I was going flying?"
"Please, since when do you wear something that warm to hang around with us? Are you going to be at lunch?"
"Of course! We aren't going for long. I don't even know where we're going," she fixed her hair quickly, flashed Ginny a smile, and ran down the stairs and towards the door. Ron and Harry watched her go, Ron a little sadly.
"Cheer up Ron."
"I can't help it. I have a bad feeling about all this."
"Oh stop! You're being silly," Ginny said, throwing herself on the seat next to Harry.
Draco walked quickly into the Slytherin common room and ran into Pansy with a letter in her hand.
"Watch where you're going," she hissed angrily, and ran out the door before it shut. He turned and stared as she left before going to change his clothes. As he was leaving the common room he could hear snickers behind him from some first years. He turned to them
"Excuse me, do you have a problem?" They stopped and stared, eyes wide. He frowned down upon them. Despite his recent change of heart he could still strike fear in the younger students.
"N-no!" The black haired one squeaked. He raised his eyebrow and turned, striding out the door.
Pansy ran purposefully towards the owls and burst through the door. Many of them started flapping and hooting angrily. She looked at the two letters in her hands and reread them.
Dearest Father,
Can you please make sure this letter somehow finds its way to Mr.
Malfoy? It has pertinent news regarding his dear son. Thank you.
Your sweet daughter
Pansy
P.S. Can you send me some more money for the Hogsmeade trip? Thank you.
She nodded satisfactorily and read the next letter.
To Mr. Malfoy,
This is Pansy Parkinson. I have some news regarding your wonderful
son, Draco that I believe you would be interested in. It seems as of
late he has taken an interest in a certain Mudblood witch, Hermione
Granger, who is a dear friend of Harry Potter. I am uncertain as to
why he suddenly has changed his mind, but I feel that she is somehow
putting him under a spell.
Hope all is well and that you are free soon,
Pansy Parkinson
"It's all too perfect!" She said exuberantly and motioned for the nearest school owl to come. A large barn owl hesitantly flew down to her and waited while she tied the letters to its leg. It hooted with annoyance and not receiving an award for its hard work, and flew up to the windows.
Hermione waited where Draco had last left her and stared out the large windows. She heard footsteps approaching her and she turned. It was Draco, looking wonderful once again in a dark blue jacket and jeans, and carrying his broom. She smiled and followed him as he walked out the door.
"Pansy is up to something."
"What do you mean?"
"She was leaving the common room when I was going to change, and she was carrying some letters. I don't know what she thinks she's doing, but she seemed eager to get out of there."
"Well, it's not like she can contact your father or anything, right?"
"Correct. He is in Azkaban."
"Even though the Dementor's aren't there?"
"They posted more guards, last I heard."
"Well than that's good," she said as they neared a small shed. "I thought everyone was supposed to keep their brooms in here?"
"I never liked to. I'm a bit paranoid now. I did before." He kept walking until they reached the Quidditch Pitch. No one was there, so he strode to the center and climbed onto the broom. He grinned at her and pushed off the ground. "I'm just going to test the wind, see if it's okay up here." Hermione nodded and watched him fly straight up into the air, leaving over his broom. He circled above her for a moment before diving down and stopping in front of her. Her eyes were wide.
"Don't worry, I won't do that with you on," he laughed, letting his feet hit the ground. Hermione crinkled her nose and walked the few feet over to him, unsure. "Come on! It's fun."
"I'm not sure about this," she said as she got behind him. The broom lifted a few feet off the ground and she threw her arms around her waist, closing her eyes tightly. He laughed as she cringed and watched the ground slowly move farther away.
"Oh Hermione, I'm surprised! Why don't you like flying?"
"It's not that I don't, I don't know. I just don't do it much." She said, her voice muffled by his jacket. He laughed again a leaned forward, the broom flying around in a circle. She looked down. "Draco, what if I fall?" She whispered.
"I won't let you. Don't worry. Even if you did I could catch you," he said, and watched as an owl flew out of the school. He stopped the broom and watched it.
"What is it?"
"I think that's the owl Pansy sent. She was headed their last."
"Draco, why were you so horrible before?"
"What?"
"All these other years. And last year. If you didn't feel that way about us, why did you act so horrible?"
"Because it was expected of me. I was supposed to turn Harry towards us, but I failed. I couldn't just befriend him. Plus he had insulted me."
"What?"
"On the first train ride, staying with the lot of you, instead of coming with me. It hurt my pride, the little that I did have."
"Oh."
"Yeah, and I feel really horrible about acting like a jerk to him when Lockheart was hear, with that duel and all. I really woke up this summer when my father was locked up. Showed me I could end up in that place, and I didn't like what I saw. Not one bit."
Well I hope you like this chapter!! YAY! Another one. Well, review if you like it, as always, and have a nice day. If I can I'll post another tonight, but I have to read a book for class tomorrow . completely forgot about it! AHHH!! ^_^ Later!