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PS Sorry about the title change, nobody reads it when you say it's a sequel...I mean, that makes sense...I never read sequels on a category as big as Harry Potter.
Chapter Two: Hermione's SecretHermione
Hermione groaned as she unloaded the dishwasher. Her mother was still making her do chores; even though she had a friend over...it was so humiliating.
Holding a blue bowl, she paused. It was a Saturday morning, and the light was coming in through the window, calmly and lazily. She relaxed her grip on the bowl, staring at the thin beams of light and thinking about Draco. How he smiled, how he walked, how he talked...
"Oh!" she gasped. She had dropped the bowl.
She looked down. Miraculously, it hadn't smashed. She blinked. Draco was crouching on the floor, holding the bowl. He had caught it.
"Oh," she repeated, flustered. "Thank you, Draco." (A/N: I wrote this chapter unloading the dishwasher, just now, Saturday morning, wishing somebody else was helping me with the awful chore...Orlando Bloom...Tom Felton...but fanon Draco would be a help, too...;-D...)
He stood up and put the bowl on the counter. She smiled at him. "Thank you."
He shrugged. "I can't just sit and watch my...er, friend...do house-elf work." He grinned at her, and they stood there, smiling at each other.
It seemed like the perfect time to tell him...tell him how she felt...
Hermione took a deep breath. "Draco," she began. He nodded slowly. "I—"
RING! RING! The harsh clatter of the phone interrupted her. "Oh, drat," she murmured, rushing into the other room to answer it.
"Hello, Granger residence, Hermione speaking," she said briskly.
"Hermione?" said a voice with an accent. Was it? "Hermione?" It was!
"Oh...my...god..."
"This is Viktor...Viktor Krum..."
"I...I know," she mumbled weakly. Her knees gave way and, since she was leaning against the wall, she slowly slid until she was squatting on the carpet.
"I am. I'm...erm, I'm in Britain. For a...er...game..." He sounded unsure, probably because of her silence.
"Oh!" Her heart pounded against her chest, thumbing out a chant of he's here, he's here, he's here. She got that unpleasant feeling that is only experienced in the most uncomfortable of situations...farting in front of your crush...discussing the 'facts of life' with a parent...life's little ways to remind us how pathetic humans really are...
"Are you...are you alright?"
She took a shaky breath. "Can I call you back? It's sort of a bad time." She avoided using Viktor's name, avoided making him anything more than a voice at the other end of the line.
"Okay...I'm at the hotel..." he gave her his number. She hung up the phone, quivering with relief. He was gone now. It was just her and Draco...or was it?
But she had to wonder...
Would it ever be just the two of them, her and Draco?
Draco
Hermione walked into the room where Draco had wandered to watch TV with her parents.
"Can I speak to you, Draco? Privately."
She led him into her parent's office. "What is it?" he said quickly, concerned.
"Viktor Krum just called me."
"Awesome!" Wow. She talked to Viktor Krum on the telly-fone thing. The girl he liked had conversations with major sports stars...but she didn't look too glad.
"Remember when he came to Hogwarts?..."
Draco nodded. Than he remembered. "He went with you...to that Yule Ball thing..." God, he had hated that. First, it was a dance. Second, Potter had been stealing everybody else's speacailness by cheating. Third, Pansy Parkinson had tried to kiss him like they supposedly do in France...he shuddered.
"Yes," said Hermione, looking down.
They were suddenly bathed in awkward silence. "If you...I mean," she stumbled over the words. "I mean...if it were now....I'd-never-go-with-anyone-but-you," she said, quickly as she could, than blushed and bent over to examine her fingernails, her hair falling over her face like a curtain.
"I saw—on TV—he's in Britain, isn't he?"
She looked up sharply. "How the hell did you get Quidditch on that old TV?" Than she gave nervous little giggle and blushed softly.
"Oh—well, your mum and dad let me hook it up...I didn't use, uh, magic or anything...and when you came in we were watching Sabrina the Teenage Muggle." (A/N: There's this girl in my class named Sabrina, and all this one boy does is, like, hum the theme from Sabrina the Teenage Witch to her. But then again, the humming boy is seriously weird. Hahaha, if anybody from 213 is reading this, I'm talking about Malone.)
"Do you understand about Viktor?"
"Do you understand about Catriona?"
They both nodded nervously, than went in the kitchen to eat some goldfish. (The crackers, not the cheap pets that die too easily.)
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