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Chapter 5- Turning of events
Hermione was out of breath when she entered the Three Broomsticks. Glancing around she quickly spotted Ron and Lavender snogging, and Harry playing with his butterbeer looking bored. Feeling her gaze on him, Harry lifted his gaze and their eyes locked. Smiling gratefully, he waved anxiously for her to join him.
"Thank God you're here." He said as she lowered herself into a chair next to him. "I thought I'd go insane with those two… sorry." He added as he realized what he was saying.
"Don't worry about it Harry." Said Hermione with a small smile. Harry was studying her face.
"What's wrong Hermione?" She blushed, realizing she was still breathing deeply and quickly. She tried to reassure Harry but he cut her off.
"Hermione." He said, looking at her meaningfully. Hermione sighed.
"Harry I swear you better not start any rows about this." Harry nodded and signaled for her to continue.
"It's just that Dra- Malfoy was kind of pissing me off but that's all."
"How?"
"Just following me around you know, getting in my way." Harry nodded but Ron looked up startled.
"What about Malfoy?" he asked. Lavender suddenly giggled, causing everyone to stare at her.
"What's so funny, Lavender?" Hermione asked, coolly.
"Oh please." She replied dramatically obviously happy about the sudden attention. "As if it's such a burden to have the hottest guy in the school following you."
Ron's face contorted in fury, and Harry's was torn between exasperation at Lavender and amusement at Ron's face.
"WHAT?!" cried Ron, finding his voice.
"I'll see ya later Harry." Hermione said quietly, and she quickly slipped into the crowd to avoid witnessing a Ron-Lavender fight.
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Strolling down the streets of Hogsmede, Hermione slipped on her headphones and started down a random street hoping to pass time before she was wanted back at the castle. Looking around her, she noticed a small shop with beautiful dresses in the window called "Where it Begins and Ends." Turning, Hermione slipped off her headphones and made her way into the store. Looking around, the store seemed deserted except for a gray cat sitting on top of the counter. Hermione smiled to herself, knowing all about familiars and Animagi that were set up in old-fashion stores to protect them from shoplifters. Sure enough, before her eyes the cat turned into a smiling plump woman with long brown hair twisted into a bun in the gape of her neck.
"Hello dear. If you find anything you like give a holler and I'll be over to help fit it for you."
"Thank you very much." Replied Hermione, as she reached a rack full of brightly colored ball gowns. She quickly disregarded the whites because they were too wedding-like, the blacks because all the girls choose black and she wanted to stick out. Blue she wore to the Yule Ball, Pink and Peach wouldn't go with her hair and face… all of a sudden she spotted the perfect one. It was beautiful, and when she tried it on she saw it complimented all of her best features.
The dress was dark, dark green, and had spaghetti straps at the top that criss- crossed down the back, it was low-cut, and tight down to the hips, where it slowly puffed out until it reached the ground. With her naturally tan skin and delicately curled brown hair that reached down her mid-back, it looked like it was made for her. Seizing her wand, she muttered "octulemon", and her eyes suddenly sparkled with hidden green brought out with the charm. She saw the saleswoman out of the corner of her eye as she was admiring herself in the mirror.
"That's the one." The woman said with a smile on her face. With a quick flick of her wand glitter flew from the tip and placed itself on the dress in a diagonal slash going from the top of the dress, and winding itself slowly down in one streak to the back. "There." She said, stepping back to admire it. "Perfect."
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Stepping out of the store with her purchase under her arm, Hermione made her way back to the busy main street and back up to the castle. She started towards the Head's dorm but suddenly remembering who would be waiting for her there she turned quickly and ran straight into the one person she was trying to avoid. Feeling his strong arms around her, keeping her from falling she felt intoxicated. Where had these feelings come from? Her heart pounding, she leaned against the washboard abs that had taken years of quidditch to develop knowing instantly who was there. Realization set in and she tore herself from his arms.
"A little clumsy there, Granger." Drawled Draco, and suddenly catching the look on her face he started to say something but was cut off when she gave him a disgusted look and stomped off.
"Fuck!" thought Draco, as he headed down to the Great Hall. He hadn't meant for her to run into him. And he had just been joking! Shaking his head, he wondered how he kept getting himself in these situations, and why he cared about them. Walking fast aimlessly, he suddenly smiled. He didn't really mind these run-ins; he actually looked forward to them. He then quickly diverted from his route to the Great Hall. He didn't feel like being with Slytherins when it was a Gryffindor that was taking hold of his heart. He made his way back to his dorm room, and locked himself in it.
A/N: I know Ron's pretty rude in this story and im sorry to those Ron-lovers, I love him too but… I love draco more! Also Hermione's power will be put in the open in a lil bit I couldn't work anything into this chappie for you. Thanks and review!