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Here's the next chapter to the story you've all been waiting for. Hermione's POV
I gasped. The house wasn't enormous or magnificent in that way. It was charming with ivy crawling up the wall in a classic Madeline-ish way. It looked like a house taken out of a fairytale storybook. We entered through the double French doors to the living room. I looked around. There was a fireplace, big screen TV, a dark green couch, and a bookcase, all on top of a spotless white carpet. "Wow. Dumbledore really went all out." I thought gazing at the furniture. "I'm going to look around the house." I told Draco. He didn't seem to care. He had this look on his face like he had just done something horribly wrong. "Oh well." I thought. I pushed this picture to the back of my mind and went upstairs.
I went to the bedrooms and picked out my own. It had a light colored hardwood floor with a desk, bed, a mirror, closet, and a light blue rug. I jumped on my light purple blanket covering my bed, and realized that there was a bookcase in my room! I practically ran over there scanning the books until I found an interesting title. It was called "A Wrinkle in Time" By: Madeline L'Engle. Forgetting about touring the house, I lay on my bed to read, unaware of the minutes passing by.
Draco's POV
I groaned. Really, really, loudly. "WHY DID I MAKE A TRUCE WITH THE STUPID MUGGLE BORN?" He screamed inwardly. "WHERE WAS MY HEAD? IT WAS PROBABLY BECAUSE THAT STUPID HEADMASTER TOLD US TO WAKE UP AT 5 AM!!!!" Then after a few more minutes of inward ranting, he calmed down. "I know how to fix this problem." He realized. "I'll just break the truce and be mean and nasty to her from now on." He reasoned. After thinking about his plan over again, he went upstairs to the remaining bedroom. It was almost identical to the room next door, but it had a light green rug and dark purple bed sheets. He dropped his luggage down. "Where's the house elves when you need 'em?" He mumbled. He didn't feel like staying inside the stuffy old house, as he thought it was, and stepped outside and sank down onto the cold stone steps, staring at the McDonalds across the street.
Three hours later
Hermione finally emerged from her book having finished it, and went downstairs. She saw Draco sleeping on the couch. "Jeez, all he does is sleep, doesn't he?" she thought, smiling. He looked so peaceful without the stupid smirk on his face. She went to make herself dinner. Which was a peanut butter and jelly sandwich from the contents of their refrigerator. Draco must have woken up from the bang the refrigerator door made when it closed, because he came into the kitchen looking disgruntled. He had a scowl on his face and sat down abruptly in front of her.
"Look mudblood, " he said. She was so shocked that he had called her THAT name again that she couldn't even react. He glared at her and said, "I made a mistake, and made a truce with you, probably because I was half asleep. I want to take it all back, because I, Draco Malfoy do not make acquaintances with filthy little mudbloods like you." He told coldly to her. That hurt. By now, she had fully regained all her speech and movements. "YOU ARE SUCH A JERK! MANIPULATING AND CALLING ME A MUDBLOOD AGAIN! I THINK WAS HALF ASLEEP THIS MORNING TOO, BECAUSE I ACTUALLY ACCEPTED AND THOUGHT YOU COULD CHANGE! I THOUGHT YOU WERE SINCERE! NO! YOU WILL NEVER EVER BE! EVEN IF YOU TRIED!!!!!!!!!!!" She yelled at him. She grabbed her PB&J sandwich and stomped to her room.
Draco's POV
"Well, that went well." He thought sneering. But inwardly he felt horrible, although he wouldn't admit it. He ran a hand through his hair and felt some hair sticking up in the back. "Just like Potter." He thought snidely. Suddenly, he heard his stomach grumble, and went to look for something to eat. Since he didn't know how to cook because he had house elves to do that, he poured himself a bowl of cereal and a glass of orange juice. Pondering over what he had just done, he ate the food speedily and retreated into his room.
Hermione's POV
She was fuming. "HOW COULD HE HAVE TRICKED ME LIKE THAT?" She asked herself. After a few minutes of trying to cool down, she lay back on her pillow and tried to go to sleep. But, instead of counting sheep, she was trying to come up with ways of how to kill Draco Malfoy and make it look like an accident.
The Next Morning
Hermione got up at 9:00 am and took a shower. With the hot water drenching her, she no longer felt maddeningly angry. She got out, refreshed, and changed into a white tank top and gray sweatpants. Then, threw a denim jacket over it. She felt like going for a walk after she ate breakfast. Walking downstairs and into the kitchen, she made herself a pot of coffee. Sitting down on one of the stools, she drank it slowly, and closing her eyes, and resting her head on her arm. She was determined to get everything around her out of her mind. So determined on succeeding this task that she didn't even hear someone come down the stairs.
She opened her eyes. She jumped, and almost spilled coffee on her shirt. Standing there with his silver blonde hair tousled, stood Draco Malfoy. "What do you want?" she asked coldly. He stared at her, not glaring, not smirking. Just looked. And to tell you the truth, she was kind of getting uncomfortable under the stare. Finally, after a few more moments of silence, he simply said, "coffee." She watched him suspiciously, ready and waiting if he was going to jump out any moment and hex her, but didn't. When he sat down on the stool opposite of her, she jumped up and finished her coffee.
She walked out the door into the cool morning air, liking the peaceful quietness of the surroundings.
Draco's POV
He looked at the spot where Hermione had just sat down at before she rushed out. He had acted like such an idiot, staring at her before. "Great." He thought. "Now I feel like holding the white flag up, AGAIN!" He felt very mixed up. One side wanted to hate her, but the other liked her, a lot.
So. do you like it so far? If you do, I'll update a chapter tomorrow.
Here's the next chapter to the story you've all been waiting for. Hermione's POV
I gasped. The house wasn't enormous or magnificent in that way. It was charming with ivy crawling up the wall in a classic Madeline-ish way. It looked like a house taken out of a fairytale storybook. We entered through the double French doors to the living room. I looked around. There was a fireplace, big screen TV, a dark green couch, and a bookcase, all on top of a spotless white carpet. "Wow. Dumbledore really went all out." I thought gazing at the furniture. "I'm going to look around the house." I told Draco. He didn't seem to care. He had this look on his face like he had just done something horribly wrong. "Oh well." I thought. I pushed this picture to the back of my mind and went upstairs.
I went to the bedrooms and picked out my own. It had a light colored hardwood floor with a desk, bed, a mirror, closet, and a light blue rug. I jumped on my light purple blanket covering my bed, and realized that there was a bookcase in my room! I practically ran over there scanning the books until I found an interesting title. It was called "A Wrinkle in Time" By: Madeline L'Engle. Forgetting about touring the house, I lay on my bed to read, unaware of the minutes passing by.
Draco's POV
I groaned. Really, really, loudly. "WHY DID I MAKE A TRUCE WITH THE STUPID MUGGLE BORN?" He screamed inwardly. "WHERE WAS MY HEAD? IT WAS PROBABLY BECAUSE THAT STUPID HEADMASTER TOLD US TO WAKE UP AT 5 AM!!!!" Then after a few more minutes of inward ranting, he calmed down. "I know how to fix this problem." He realized. "I'll just break the truce and be mean and nasty to her from now on." He reasoned. After thinking about his plan over again, he went upstairs to the remaining bedroom. It was almost identical to the room next door, but it had a light green rug and dark purple bed sheets. He dropped his luggage down. "Where's the house elves when you need 'em?" He mumbled. He didn't feel like staying inside the stuffy old house, as he thought it was, and stepped outside and sank down onto the cold stone steps, staring at the McDonalds across the street.
Three hours later
Hermione finally emerged from her book having finished it, and went downstairs. She saw Draco sleeping on the couch. "Jeez, all he does is sleep, doesn't he?" she thought, smiling. He looked so peaceful without the stupid smirk on his face. She went to make herself dinner. Which was a peanut butter and jelly sandwich from the contents of their refrigerator. Draco must have woken up from the bang the refrigerator door made when it closed, because he came into the kitchen looking disgruntled. He had a scowl on his face and sat down abruptly in front of her.
"Look mudblood, " he said. She was so shocked that he had called her THAT name again that she couldn't even react. He glared at her and said, "I made a mistake, and made a truce with you, probably because I was half asleep. I want to take it all back, because I, Draco Malfoy do not make acquaintances with filthy little mudbloods like you." He told coldly to her. That hurt. By now, she had fully regained all her speech and movements. "YOU ARE SUCH A JERK! MANIPULATING AND CALLING ME A MUDBLOOD AGAIN! I THINK WAS HALF ASLEEP THIS MORNING TOO, BECAUSE I ACTUALLY ACCEPTED AND THOUGHT YOU COULD CHANGE! I THOUGHT YOU WERE SINCERE! NO! YOU WILL NEVER EVER BE! EVEN IF YOU TRIED!!!!!!!!!!!" She yelled at him. She grabbed her PB&J sandwich and stomped to her room.
Draco's POV
"Well, that went well." He thought sneering. But inwardly he felt horrible, although he wouldn't admit it. He ran a hand through his hair and felt some hair sticking up in the back. "Just like Potter." He thought snidely. Suddenly, he heard his stomach grumble, and went to look for something to eat. Since he didn't know how to cook because he had house elves to do that, he poured himself a bowl of cereal and a glass of orange juice. Pondering over what he had just done, he ate the food speedily and retreated into his room.
Hermione's POV
She was fuming. "HOW COULD HE HAVE TRICKED ME LIKE THAT?" She asked herself. After a few minutes of trying to cool down, she lay back on her pillow and tried to go to sleep. But, instead of counting sheep, she was trying to come up with ways of how to kill Draco Malfoy and make it look like an accident.
The Next Morning
Hermione got up at 9:00 am and took a shower. With the hot water drenching her, she no longer felt maddeningly angry. She got out, refreshed, and changed into a white tank top and gray sweatpants. Then, threw a denim jacket over it. She felt like going for a walk after she ate breakfast. Walking downstairs and into the kitchen, she made herself a pot of coffee. Sitting down on one of the stools, she drank it slowly, and closing her eyes, and resting her head on her arm. She was determined to get everything around her out of her mind. So determined on succeeding this task that she didn't even hear someone come down the stairs.
She opened her eyes. She jumped, and almost spilled coffee on her shirt. Standing there with his silver blonde hair tousled, stood Draco Malfoy. "What do you want?" she asked coldly. He stared at her, not glaring, not smirking. Just looked. And to tell you the truth, she was kind of getting uncomfortable under the stare. Finally, after a few more moments of silence, he simply said, "coffee." She watched him suspiciously, ready and waiting if he was going to jump out any moment and hex her, but didn't. When he sat down on the stool opposite of her, she jumped up and finished her coffee.
She walked out the door into the cool morning air, liking the peaceful quietness of the surroundings.
Draco's POV
He looked at the spot where Hermione had just sat down at before she rushed out. He had acted like such an idiot, staring at her before. "Great." He thought. "Now I feel like holding the white flag up, AGAIN!" He felt very mixed up. One side wanted to hate her, but the other liked her, a lot.
So. do you like it so far? If you do, I'll update a chapter tomorrow.