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Hermione spent her mornings staring out her window watching the sunrise.
And
every night before she would get into bed she would watch the moon and just purely
spend the time thinking. She knew it was the best time to think; it was so peaceful and
was ensured that there were no interruptions. But of course, no one knew about this time
that Hermione spent to herself everyday. In fact, there was a whole side to Hermione that
no one knew about. A side that was impractical and wished for silly.but wonderful
things. Now to most people this may sound stupid, but what Hermione loved more that
anything else was the first snow every year. Maybe it was the sentimental side of her
taking over.
Hermione had always loved winter and snow, but this may be because her mother
loved them as well. Every winter her mother would remind her that the first snow was
'magical' and that anything can happen then. And Hermione always believed her. The
story just stuck with her through the years. Of course, this story had been told years
before anything Hogwarts related was known in the Granger house. So the 'magic' that
Hermione's mom had spoken about wasn't the same as the witch/wizard kind. It was
always more.pure to Hermione. Anyway, good things seemed to always happen to
Hermione on that day, so every year she made a tradition of wishing for it. This year her
wish came a bit early.
The day was usual as ever. The Gryffindors and Slytherins were in Potions doing
what they do best, fight. There was nothing new, everyone was used to it by now. The
only difference was that Draco wasn't into the fighting as usual. Normally he would be
in the thick of things, instigating everything. But today he was just staring out the
window looking at the sky throughout the entire class. He didn't pay attention to one
word of the entire lesson, but Snape would never dare punish him.
It's as cold as January and its only September he thought idly. It bothered him
because it would make quidditch conditions bad to say the least. However, a small voice
in his head said that the cold weather was going to bring good things. He wasn't sure
why, but he was nearly positive that something wonderful was on its way.
The class ended and the students all got up and started to leave. Draco left,
following the Golden Trio, chattering mindlessly about nothing. It bothered him that
they could be so comfortable with each other. Actually it only really bothered him that
they could be so comfortable around Hermione while things were so awkward with
himself and her. They had been avoiding one another as much as possible since the
Viktor Krum incident (as he had come to call it.) They had barely exchanged two words
since then. No insults, no flirting comments, just polite remarks concerning schoolwork
of Head duties. And that bothered him. He would rather have her telling him off with
some passion than the polite indifference she was offering now. Shaking his head, he
began to walk in the opposite direction.
Hermione had noticed him walking behind them, so she had put extra effort into
acting like she was happy. Ron and Harry hadn't seemed to notice, but then again they
weren't exactly noticing anything lately. They certainly hadn't noticed after the whole
Viktor problem. But she didn't like to think about that, because there was something
about it that was making the whole thing not.right. Anyway, she normally devoted her
thinking to Draco rather than Viktor, which surprised her. He was just such a walking
contradiction. Sometimes he was her rescuer, sometimes her enemy, and right now just
an acquaintance. They hadn't been anything but civil to each other in over 4 days, and it
was infuriating her. God, he was making her crazy and he wasn't even doing anything.
Maybe it was his lack of doing anything that made her angry.
The rest of the day droned on and on with 3 other classes and a double Herbology
for the Gryffindors. Practically all the students were in bad moods. They all wanted to
hold on to the summer weather as long as they could. Hermione was in a bad mood, but
for a reason concerning a blond haired boy. The weather was actually the only thing that
Hermione was happy about.
It was dinner in the Great Hall when Hermione realized that she had left her
Herbology book outside in Sprouts' classroom. So she waited until she finished and then
set off across the grounds. Ron and Harry volunteered to come with her, but she was sick
of making cheerful conversation with them when she felt anything but cheerful most of
the time. So she turned their offer down. It wasn't that she had something against them.
She loved them both like brothers. The problem was no matter how much she loved
them; recently she didn't love herself when she was around them. She couldn't stand
herself being so fake with them.
It was during dinner that Draco decided to go outside and fly around a little bit
after his meal. It was barely a week into school and he was already sick and tired of
dealing with Crabbe and Goyle who were mind numbingly boring. So when he finished
he set off for his rooms, grabbed his broom, and went outside.
The first thing he noticed when he got outside (other than the coldness) was a
small figure making her way towards the Herbology greenhouses. He hopped on his
broom and started following her, hoping to get a glance at who it is. It was dark out now,
but he just knew it was Hermione. Getting nearer to her he came to the conclusion that
this wasn't going to be one of their polite meetings. No, this would be different. He
would make her angry with him, or attracted to him. One or the other, or maybe even
both. Wanting Hermione to be attracted to him was something he hasn't acknowledged
in his mind yet, or analyzed, but he knew with all of his heart that he wanted her to be.
He caught up quickly and landed right in front of her. She wasn't startled to see
him like he expected her to be. But then again, she never was what he expected of her.
They stared at each other for a full minute, looking into one another's eyes, not blinking,
and not saying anything. It was Hermione who finally broke the silence, but she said
merely one word.
"Hey." It was barely a whisper, but that one syllable conveyed the most emotion
that Hermione expressed to him in 4 days. How can one word, one syllable show
vulnerability, confusion, and.acceptance? Acceptance of what? Then it hit him like a
tidal wave, it was acceptance of him. He hadn't done anything, said anything, but he
accepted him. He couldn't believe that what he heard was true, but then he looked at her
and from her expression knew that it was.
Draco didn't speak, he just started walking towards her until they were mere
inches apart. And without any further words, he took her into his arms and kissed her. It
wasn't planned out, it was just instinct.
After an eternity they broke apart and surprise was written on both of their faces.
Both being utterly speechless, so they did what seemed like the smart thing to do, they
sped off into the opposite directions as quickly as possible.
As Draco was heading towards the back entrance of the school, still not really
believing what had transpired between the two, a solitary snowflake fell from the sky and
landed on his arm. It should have surprised him, but it didn't. It was as if he had been
anticipating it all night. Anyway, he had had enough surprises for one evening without
adding snow to the list. He had surprised himself, of course, by kissing her in the first
place. An even bigger surprise was what he felt when he did so. But he wasn't ready to
face the real reason he knew subconsciously. It's just a physical attraction. It's
something that can never happen again. I can control this. He tried to convince himself
of these things, all the while knowing that they weren't true.
Hermione was walking to the main entrance of the school. And like Draco, a
solitary snowflake land on her. But she took more notice of it than Draco. Hermione
remembered her mother's words of snow being 'magical' and making people act
strangely. So that's why we kissed-because of the snow. Well it wont happen again, I
can guarantee that. I should stay away from him if we ever have a blizzard. She thought
the last statement with a smile on her face.
Little did they know that they were dealing with something much more powerful
than physical attraction or even the 'power' of a first snowfall. No they were dealing
with something neither would be able to control or forget, no matter how hard they tried.
After all, how can someone forget or control love?
every night before she would get into bed she would watch the moon and just purely
spend the time thinking. She knew it was the best time to think; it was so peaceful and
was ensured that there were no interruptions. But of course, no one knew about this time
that Hermione spent to herself everyday. In fact, there was a whole side to Hermione that
no one knew about. A side that was impractical and wished for silly.but wonderful
things. Now to most people this may sound stupid, but what Hermione loved more that
anything else was the first snow every year. Maybe it was the sentimental side of her
taking over.
Hermione had always loved winter and snow, but this may be because her mother
loved them as well. Every winter her mother would remind her that the first snow was
'magical' and that anything can happen then. And Hermione always believed her. The
story just stuck with her through the years. Of course, this story had been told years
before anything Hogwarts related was known in the Granger house. So the 'magic' that
Hermione's mom had spoken about wasn't the same as the witch/wizard kind. It was
always more.pure to Hermione. Anyway, good things seemed to always happen to
Hermione on that day, so every year she made a tradition of wishing for it. This year her
wish came a bit early.
The day was usual as ever. The Gryffindors and Slytherins were in Potions doing
what they do best, fight. There was nothing new, everyone was used to it by now. The
only difference was that Draco wasn't into the fighting as usual. Normally he would be
in the thick of things, instigating everything. But today he was just staring out the
window looking at the sky throughout the entire class. He didn't pay attention to one
word of the entire lesson, but Snape would never dare punish him.
It's as cold as January and its only September he thought idly. It bothered him
because it would make quidditch conditions bad to say the least. However, a small voice
in his head said that the cold weather was going to bring good things. He wasn't sure
why, but he was nearly positive that something wonderful was on its way.
The class ended and the students all got up and started to leave. Draco left,
following the Golden Trio, chattering mindlessly about nothing. It bothered him that
they could be so comfortable with each other. Actually it only really bothered him that
they could be so comfortable around Hermione while things were so awkward with
himself and her. They had been avoiding one another as much as possible since the
Viktor Krum incident (as he had come to call it.) They had barely exchanged two words
since then. No insults, no flirting comments, just polite remarks concerning schoolwork
of Head duties. And that bothered him. He would rather have her telling him off with
some passion than the polite indifference she was offering now. Shaking his head, he
began to walk in the opposite direction.
Hermione had noticed him walking behind them, so she had put extra effort into
acting like she was happy. Ron and Harry hadn't seemed to notice, but then again they
weren't exactly noticing anything lately. They certainly hadn't noticed after the whole
Viktor problem. But she didn't like to think about that, because there was something
about it that was making the whole thing not.right. Anyway, she normally devoted her
thinking to Draco rather than Viktor, which surprised her. He was just such a walking
contradiction. Sometimes he was her rescuer, sometimes her enemy, and right now just
an acquaintance. They hadn't been anything but civil to each other in over 4 days, and it
was infuriating her. God, he was making her crazy and he wasn't even doing anything.
Maybe it was his lack of doing anything that made her angry.
The rest of the day droned on and on with 3 other classes and a double Herbology
for the Gryffindors. Practically all the students were in bad moods. They all wanted to
hold on to the summer weather as long as they could. Hermione was in a bad mood, but
for a reason concerning a blond haired boy. The weather was actually the only thing that
Hermione was happy about.
It was dinner in the Great Hall when Hermione realized that she had left her
Herbology book outside in Sprouts' classroom. So she waited until she finished and then
set off across the grounds. Ron and Harry volunteered to come with her, but she was sick
of making cheerful conversation with them when she felt anything but cheerful most of
the time. So she turned their offer down. It wasn't that she had something against them.
She loved them both like brothers. The problem was no matter how much she loved
them; recently she didn't love herself when she was around them. She couldn't stand
herself being so fake with them.
It was during dinner that Draco decided to go outside and fly around a little bit
after his meal. It was barely a week into school and he was already sick and tired of
dealing with Crabbe and Goyle who were mind numbingly boring. So when he finished
he set off for his rooms, grabbed his broom, and went outside.
The first thing he noticed when he got outside (other than the coldness) was a
small figure making her way towards the Herbology greenhouses. He hopped on his
broom and started following her, hoping to get a glance at who it is. It was dark out now,
but he just knew it was Hermione. Getting nearer to her he came to the conclusion that
this wasn't going to be one of their polite meetings. No, this would be different. He
would make her angry with him, or attracted to him. One or the other, or maybe even
both. Wanting Hermione to be attracted to him was something he hasn't acknowledged
in his mind yet, or analyzed, but he knew with all of his heart that he wanted her to be.
He caught up quickly and landed right in front of her. She wasn't startled to see
him like he expected her to be. But then again, she never was what he expected of her.
They stared at each other for a full minute, looking into one another's eyes, not blinking,
and not saying anything. It was Hermione who finally broke the silence, but she said
merely one word.
"Hey." It was barely a whisper, but that one syllable conveyed the most emotion
that Hermione expressed to him in 4 days. How can one word, one syllable show
vulnerability, confusion, and.acceptance? Acceptance of what? Then it hit him like a
tidal wave, it was acceptance of him. He hadn't done anything, said anything, but he
accepted him. He couldn't believe that what he heard was true, but then he looked at her
and from her expression knew that it was.
Draco didn't speak, he just started walking towards her until they were mere
inches apart. And without any further words, he took her into his arms and kissed her. It
wasn't planned out, it was just instinct.
After an eternity they broke apart and surprise was written on both of their faces.
Both being utterly speechless, so they did what seemed like the smart thing to do, they
sped off into the opposite directions as quickly as possible.
As Draco was heading towards the back entrance of the school, still not really
believing what had transpired between the two, a solitary snowflake fell from the sky and
landed on his arm. It should have surprised him, but it didn't. It was as if he had been
anticipating it all night. Anyway, he had had enough surprises for one evening without
adding snow to the list. He had surprised himself, of course, by kissing her in the first
place. An even bigger surprise was what he felt when he did so. But he wasn't ready to
face the real reason he knew subconsciously. It's just a physical attraction. It's
something that can never happen again. I can control this. He tried to convince himself
of these things, all the while knowing that they weren't true.
Hermione was walking to the main entrance of the school. And like Draco, a
solitary snowflake land on her. But she took more notice of it than Draco. Hermione
remembered her mother's words of snow being 'magical' and making people act
strangely. So that's why we kissed-because of the snow. Well it wont happen again, I
can guarantee that. I should stay away from him if we ever have a blizzard. She thought
the last statement with a smile on her face.
Little did they know that they were dealing with something much more powerful
than physical attraction or even the 'power' of a first snowfall. No they were dealing
with something neither would be able to control or forget, no matter how hard they tried.
After all, how can someone forget or control love?
