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Hermione's POV
"Oh my god, did I just say that I loved him?" I thought frantically. Okay, so maybe I didn't say it out loud, but I thought it, unconsciously of course. I could feel his head just lying there on my shoulder. If I EVER told him that I loved him, he would probably go berserk and act like I just proposed to him and announced that I was pregnant. What was it with guys and commitment? Honestly, if they were as simple as girls, this would be a piece of cake.
Draco's POV
I could feel Hermione's shoulders suddenly tense for some reason. I glanced at her face. She looked deep in thought. "What so deep in thought about?" I asked quietly, not wanting to disturb the peaceful silence around us. She shook her head and said, "Nothing, it's nothing." She said leaning back against my chest. I cast a worried glance at her, but dropped the subject. Honestly, girls were so hard to understand. One minute, their in peaceful bliss. The next minute, they're suddenly all tense and blocked. What was it with girls and their mood swings? They were possibly the most complicated things on this planet.
Hermione's POV
I got off Draco's lap and stretched. A bit of my shirt came up, and I caught Draco staring at the bit of skin showing. I rolled my eyes at his hypnotized-like fashion. I went upstairs to brush my teeth, and wash up. Draco came up the stairs just as I was getting out of the bathroom. I brushed my lips lightly across his, giving him a good night kiss. These were the positive parts of living together. I climbed into bed thinking about nothing of nothing and something.
*Next Morning*
"Good morning!" I said cheerily as I waved to one of my neighbors. They smiled and waved back, and continued with their business. Draco and I got into the car and drove off for school. I was in a good mood this morning. Maybe it was because we weren't late for once, or maybe it was because I got all my laundry washed. What pleasure the simple things in life gave us. We parked, or should I say, I parked. All Draco did was play with the gearshift and almost make me crash into the car in the front of us. We climbed the steps to our homeroom and sat down in our seats.
"Hey Anna." I greeted.
"Hey." She replied. "How was your Sunday?"
"It was okay, how about you?" I didn't add the part about when I found out that my best friend shagged Pansy Parkinson. A.K.A Hogwart's sex goddess, or slut. Pick your choice.
The substitute teacher interrupted us. "Class, today we will be discussing how to.." She droned in a robot-like monotone.
Twenty minutes later, I glanced around the classroom. I was astonished and abashed at what I saw. There were people playing hangman on the corners of their loose-leaf papers. There were people throwing around wadded up paper balls, and I think I even saw someone sleeping! Either that, or he was crying into his arms on the desk. "Am I the only one interested in this lesson??" I asked Draco, glancing around the room. He followed my gaze and smirked. "Apparently so." He responded yawning. "This reminds me of Professor Binns and the game I used to play, since his class is even more boring than hearing Scarhead boast about his fan letters.
I gave him my trademark 'look', but urged him to continue, curious to know what kind of game he played. He gave me a wicked smile. "Well, you see, I take the hottest girl in the room and then I undress.." He said.
I cut in. "Whoa! No more information needed!" I said grimacing. The words hot and undress put together were not something I wanted to hear. I didn't even want to IMAGINE the sick, perverted things he kept in the inner depths of his mind. It was absolutely NONE of my business. And for once in my life, I was VERY glad of that.
"Fine." He said folding his arms across his chest. "Then, what do YOU want to do?"
"Take notes, obviously. We need them for our next test."
Anna turned around and said, "Hermione, for once, I agree with Draco, here. We don't need to take notes 24-7."
I glared at the two of them. It wasn't fair! They were gaining up on me!
"Instead," She continued, "Why don't we play a game of Cry."
"Cry?" I asked confusedly.
"It's when the whole class gangs up on the substitute teacher and we try to make them cry. Whoever gets them to cry by the end of the day, gets noticed in our school. It's a great way to become popular in Velerios, that's how Valerie got to be one of Brittany's sidekicks." She said, ignoring the teacher's droning voice going on in the background.
"That sounds barbaric!" I cried.
"Actually, I think that sound kinda interesting. Let's try it." Draco said. My god, these people were impossible.
Anna smiled, a smile dripping with naughtiness. She turned to the nearest person and held up two fingers. "That's strange." I couldn't help thinking. I soon found out this was their 'code' for starting this game. Suddenly, I saw a paper airplane shoot out and hit the teacher on her head, and the point get stuck in her curly wig-like hair. She had her head buried in a book, so she didn't see who threw it. I would've laughed out loud if it weren't for me thinking that I would probably get suspension. She looked up, bewildered. Her overly large pale blue eyes turned even wider. She didn't even notice, talk about ignorant.
When she went back to her read aloud book, a girl named Julie Curvet took out some shaving cream. Why she had it in the first place, you ask. I honestly had no idea, and I really didn't want to know. She got up and sprayed it all over the floor. My other classmates were making fake coughing noises trying to cover up the noise it was making. The teacher STILL didn't look up. Right about now, I was starting to regard her as a bit stupid. When Ms. Ickroppenmipentz (the substitute teacher) finally looked up, she saw the shaving cream and shrieked, "WHAT IS THAT?" She looked like a crazy old woman who didn't know how to dress herself. She had on a bleached blue dress, and purple sneakers. Not to mention that the paper airplane was still stuck, wobbling dangerously in her hair. A boy raised his hand.
"Excuse me, Ms. I-crapped-in-my-pants.." He said.
"No! No! It's Ickroppenmipentz! It's French!" She cried cutting in.
"Sorry, Ms. I-crapped-in-my-pants." He said, purposely not getting it right.
"No! No! You don't say it like that!" She cried once again.
"Oh, I meant Ms. I-crapped-in.."
She put her head in her hands and said, "Never mind! Go on.."
"Why do girls have breasts and boys don't?" He asked innocently, his eyes wide in mock curiousness.
She opened and closed her mouth like a fish out of water. "Uh.."
A girl interrupted. "What's a jockstrap?"
The teacher's wide eyes stared at her, surprised.
A different girl said, "What happens during menopause?"
This time a boy spoke, "What size cup is your bra?"
The teacher's face was getting very, very red with embarrassment. I on the other hand, was staring at my classmates astonished at how far they would go to get recognized.
Questions were getting fired very rapidly. "What is a strip club?" "Do you wear thongs?" "How much do you weigh?" The teacher stammered, "I.. I.. I.."
Draco was laughing himself mad, tears coming out of his eyes. This time Anna asked the question, "Are training bras scientifically proven to work?" The class howled at this one. I was even starting to giggle some. The substitute's eyes started blurring behind her circle shaped glasses. The principal suddenly came in for her daily routine of checking around the school to see her student's progress. The class suddenly hushed and stared at the teacher and feigned attention. The principal stared at the shaving cream, eyes wide and said, "Ms. I-crapped-in-my-pants, if you needed to use the bathroom, you should've just went!!! Now look at my beautiful floor!!!"
The teacher screamed, "IT'S FUCKIN FRENCH!!" and broke down crying.
Draco's POV
All day, all anyone could talk about was how badly our class beat up the substitute. Surprisingly, the principal didn't find out it was us who made the mess, because all the substitute could do was cry until she went into her car to go home. As Brittany walked past us, she gave me a flirty smile. I shuddered. God, why did she have to push herself onto people?
The school day was finally over, and I relaxed on the sofa watching the Simpsons. Hermione was sitting on one of our bar stools in the kitchen, yapping away on the phone to Evan. I rolled my eyes as she laughed. What could be so funny without me? She finally came back after her phone conversation.
"What's so great about Evan?" I asked, jealously. Although, trying very hard to hide it.
She smirked. Hey! That was MY smirk. "Jealous, aren't we?" These were one of the few times that I wished she didn't know me so well.
"No. He just gets on my nerves because he looks like a combination of Potter's black hair and Weasley's blue eyes." I said trying to make up an excuse. "And you know how much I despise them." I added.
"A huh.." She said giving me a skeptical look. She grabbed the remote out of my hand. "Let's watch Will & Grace." She said switching the channel. I mock pouted and stuck out my lower lip. She laughed at the sight of me acting like a two year old having a temper tantrum. I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her down onto my lap. We sat there in silence for thirty minutes watching the telly. When it was finished, she got off my lap and said, "I'm going to do my homework." And went upstairs into her bedroom. God, did all she ever think about was homework? Where was MY place in her mind?
Hermione's POV
"And Homer said.." I read, but the words just blurred in front of my eyes. This was soo boring! And that was coming from me, Hogwart's famous bookworm. I sighed. This was impossible. I got up to go down to the kitchen to get myself a snack. "Chocolate chip cookies are the best.." I couldn't help thinking as I bit into one of them. I had brought my textbook with me, so I sat down on one of the bar stools and started studying.
Finally, an hour later, I think I might have remembered something that I read. I slammed the textbook shut in triumphant elation. It was still bright outside, so I wrote a quick note to Draco telling him where I went and I stepped outside and crossed the street. Multicolored leaves dropped all around me as I stepped under the shade of the trees. I surveyed my surroundings intently for the first time. London was beautiful. Exempt the honking taxis and cursing pedestrians, of course. I walked around the block, window-shopping. The cozy little shops and cafés gave me peace after all that heavy studying. I sat on a bench to think quietly about my problems.
I really don't think my problems were that awful, to tell you the truth. Compared to some others, I think they would look meaningless. Brittany teasing me endlessly was something I had to work on ignoring. But that was a bit of a hard thing to do, since the whole school was controlled under her willpower. And the whole I love you Draco saga. I had no idea how I was going to tell him. IF I was going to tell him in the first place, or even if I really did love him. Maybe it wasn't real love; maybe it was just puppy love. A first time crush-like thing. I honestly was very confused about the whole damn thing. I pondered my thoughts as I watched Londoners pour into the cinema a few feet away. Ginny would know the answer. "I'm going to owl her first thing when I go home." I said to myself as I crossed the street back home.
Draco's POV
I read Hermione's letter. "So.. she went out. That means I have time to myself." I realized. I sat down lazily on one of the bar stools with my head in my hands. I had been pushing away a thought that had been occupying my mind since this morning. Once I realized that I had unconsciously thought a certain three words, I had been in denial ever since. A pair of noisy, clanging keys broke me out of my in depth thoughts. Hermione poked her head in the kitchen and smiled when she saw me. "Got my letter?" She asked. I nodded.
"Great, I'll be upstairs if you need me." She said, her bouncy chestnut brown curls turning with her head as she left. I take my words back from last night. Girls were not the most complicated things on this planet, love was. And I was just about ready to strangle it.
Hermione's POV
I took out a sheaf of paper and a pen.
Dear Gin,
If ANYONE is looking over your shoulder right now, go somewhere secluded because I don't want anyone else reading this letter. Look, I think I might be in love with Draco. You can tell Ron and Harry, but can you just convince them not to sneak out of Hogwarts and come murder Draco in the middle of the night? I don't want Azkaban jailbirds as best friends. Anyways, I'm not sure if it's real love. I've never been in love before so I don't know how it feels. Even if I WAS in love, how am I going to tell him? God, this is so bloody confusing. Owl me back soon, I need answers!
Love, Hermione
P.S. After you've finished reading it, can you please tear this letter into a hundred pieces and throw it into the fire? Thanks.
Ginny's POV
I smiled. I crumpled Hermione's letter and threw it into the fire. "Who was that from?" Ron asked curiously. I smiled. "Hermione's in love." I said smiling sweetly at him.
"With who?" Harry cut in, curiously.
"Draco Malfoy."
"So they say, love is fuckin blind." Ron grumbled.
I sighed. Boys were so insensitive. The more I knew them, the more I liked dogs.
Dumbledore's POV
I looked up from the glowing liquid filled bowl in front of me, and gave Severus a triumphant smile. "Ha! You owe me ten galleons!" I cried.
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Hermione's POV
"Oh my god, did I just say that I loved him?" I thought frantically. Okay, so maybe I didn't say it out loud, but I thought it, unconsciously of course. I could feel his head just lying there on my shoulder. If I EVER told him that I loved him, he would probably go berserk and act like I just proposed to him and announced that I was pregnant. What was it with guys and commitment? Honestly, if they were as simple as girls, this would be a piece of cake.
Draco's POV
I could feel Hermione's shoulders suddenly tense for some reason. I glanced at her face. She looked deep in thought. "What so deep in thought about?" I asked quietly, not wanting to disturb the peaceful silence around us. She shook her head and said, "Nothing, it's nothing." She said leaning back against my chest. I cast a worried glance at her, but dropped the subject. Honestly, girls were so hard to understand. One minute, their in peaceful bliss. The next minute, they're suddenly all tense and blocked. What was it with girls and their mood swings? They were possibly the most complicated things on this planet.
Hermione's POV
I got off Draco's lap and stretched. A bit of my shirt came up, and I caught Draco staring at the bit of skin showing. I rolled my eyes at his hypnotized-like fashion. I went upstairs to brush my teeth, and wash up. Draco came up the stairs just as I was getting out of the bathroom. I brushed my lips lightly across his, giving him a good night kiss. These were the positive parts of living together. I climbed into bed thinking about nothing of nothing and something.
*Next Morning*
"Good morning!" I said cheerily as I waved to one of my neighbors. They smiled and waved back, and continued with their business. Draco and I got into the car and drove off for school. I was in a good mood this morning. Maybe it was because we weren't late for once, or maybe it was because I got all my laundry washed. What pleasure the simple things in life gave us. We parked, or should I say, I parked. All Draco did was play with the gearshift and almost make me crash into the car in the front of us. We climbed the steps to our homeroom and sat down in our seats.
"Hey Anna." I greeted.
"Hey." She replied. "How was your Sunday?"
"It was okay, how about you?" I didn't add the part about when I found out that my best friend shagged Pansy Parkinson. A.K.A Hogwart's sex goddess, or slut. Pick your choice.
The substitute teacher interrupted us. "Class, today we will be discussing how to.." She droned in a robot-like monotone.
Twenty minutes later, I glanced around the classroom. I was astonished and abashed at what I saw. There were people playing hangman on the corners of their loose-leaf papers. There were people throwing around wadded up paper balls, and I think I even saw someone sleeping! Either that, or he was crying into his arms on the desk. "Am I the only one interested in this lesson??" I asked Draco, glancing around the room. He followed my gaze and smirked. "Apparently so." He responded yawning. "This reminds me of Professor Binns and the game I used to play, since his class is even more boring than hearing Scarhead boast about his fan letters.
I gave him my trademark 'look', but urged him to continue, curious to know what kind of game he played. He gave me a wicked smile. "Well, you see, I take the hottest girl in the room and then I undress.." He said.
I cut in. "Whoa! No more information needed!" I said grimacing. The words hot and undress put together were not something I wanted to hear. I didn't even want to IMAGINE the sick, perverted things he kept in the inner depths of his mind. It was absolutely NONE of my business. And for once in my life, I was VERY glad of that.
"Fine." He said folding his arms across his chest. "Then, what do YOU want to do?"
"Take notes, obviously. We need them for our next test."
Anna turned around and said, "Hermione, for once, I agree with Draco, here. We don't need to take notes 24-7."
I glared at the two of them. It wasn't fair! They were gaining up on me!
"Instead," She continued, "Why don't we play a game of Cry."
"Cry?" I asked confusedly.
"It's when the whole class gangs up on the substitute teacher and we try to make them cry. Whoever gets them to cry by the end of the day, gets noticed in our school. It's a great way to become popular in Velerios, that's how Valerie got to be one of Brittany's sidekicks." She said, ignoring the teacher's droning voice going on in the background.
"That sounds barbaric!" I cried.
"Actually, I think that sound kinda interesting. Let's try it." Draco said. My god, these people were impossible.
Anna smiled, a smile dripping with naughtiness. She turned to the nearest person and held up two fingers. "That's strange." I couldn't help thinking. I soon found out this was their 'code' for starting this game. Suddenly, I saw a paper airplane shoot out and hit the teacher on her head, and the point get stuck in her curly wig-like hair. She had her head buried in a book, so she didn't see who threw it. I would've laughed out loud if it weren't for me thinking that I would probably get suspension. She looked up, bewildered. Her overly large pale blue eyes turned even wider. She didn't even notice, talk about ignorant.
When she went back to her read aloud book, a girl named Julie Curvet took out some shaving cream. Why she had it in the first place, you ask. I honestly had no idea, and I really didn't want to know. She got up and sprayed it all over the floor. My other classmates were making fake coughing noises trying to cover up the noise it was making. The teacher STILL didn't look up. Right about now, I was starting to regard her as a bit stupid. When Ms. Ickroppenmipentz (the substitute teacher) finally looked up, she saw the shaving cream and shrieked, "WHAT IS THAT?" She looked like a crazy old woman who didn't know how to dress herself. She had on a bleached blue dress, and purple sneakers. Not to mention that the paper airplane was still stuck, wobbling dangerously in her hair. A boy raised his hand.
"Excuse me, Ms. I-crapped-in-my-pants.." He said.
"No! No! It's Ickroppenmipentz! It's French!" She cried cutting in.
"Sorry, Ms. I-crapped-in-my-pants." He said, purposely not getting it right.
"No! No! You don't say it like that!" She cried once again.
"Oh, I meant Ms. I-crapped-in.."
She put her head in her hands and said, "Never mind! Go on.."
"Why do girls have breasts and boys don't?" He asked innocently, his eyes wide in mock curiousness.
She opened and closed her mouth like a fish out of water. "Uh.."
A girl interrupted. "What's a jockstrap?"
The teacher's wide eyes stared at her, surprised.
A different girl said, "What happens during menopause?"
This time a boy spoke, "What size cup is your bra?"
The teacher's face was getting very, very red with embarrassment. I on the other hand, was staring at my classmates astonished at how far they would go to get recognized.
Questions were getting fired very rapidly. "What is a strip club?" "Do you wear thongs?" "How much do you weigh?" The teacher stammered, "I.. I.. I.."
Draco was laughing himself mad, tears coming out of his eyes. This time Anna asked the question, "Are training bras scientifically proven to work?" The class howled at this one. I was even starting to giggle some. The substitute's eyes started blurring behind her circle shaped glasses. The principal suddenly came in for her daily routine of checking around the school to see her student's progress. The class suddenly hushed and stared at the teacher and feigned attention. The principal stared at the shaving cream, eyes wide and said, "Ms. I-crapped-in-my-pants, if you needed to use the bathroom, you should've just went!!! Now look at my beautiful floor!!!"
The teacher screamed, "IT'S FUCKIN FRENCH!!" and broke down crying.
Draco's POV
All day, all anyone could talk about was how badly our class beat up the substitute. Surprisingly, the principal didn't find out it was us who made the mess, because all the substitute could do was cry until she went into her car to go home. As Brittany walked past us, she gave me a flirty smile. I shuddered. God, why did she have to push herself onto people?
The school day was finally over, and I relaxed on the sofa watching the Simpsons. Hermione was sitting on one of our bar stools in the kitchen, yapping away on the phone to Evan. I rolled my eyes as she laughed. What could be so funny without me? She finally came back after her phone conversation.
"What's so great about Evan?" I asked, jealously. Although, trying very hard to hide it.
She smirked. Hey! That was MY smirk. "Jealous, aren't we?" These were one of the few times that I wished she didn't know me so well.
"No. He just gets on my nerves because he looks like a combination of Potter's black hair and Weasley's blue eyes." I said trying to make up an excuse. "And you know how much I despise them." I added.
"A huh.." She said giving me a skeptical look. She grabbed the remote out of my hand. "Let's watch Will & Grace." She said switching the channel. I mock pouted and stuck out my lower lip. She laughed at the sight of me acting like a two year old having a temper tantrum. I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her down onto my lap. We sat there in silence for thirty minutes watching the telly. When it was finished, she got off my lap and said, "I'm going to do my homework." And went upstairs into her bedroom. God, did all she ever think about was homework? Where was MY place in her mind?
Hermione's POV
"And Homer said.." I read, but the words just blurred in front of my eyes. This was soo boring! And that was coming from me, Hogwart's famous bookworm. I sighed. This was impossible. I got up to go down to the kitchen to get myself a snack. "Chocolate chip cookies are the best.." I couldn't help thinking as I bit into one of them. I had brought my textbook with me, so I sat down on one of the bar stools and started studying.
Finally, an hour later, I think I might have remembered something that I read. I slammed the textbook shut in triumphant elation. It was still bright outside, so I wrote a quick note to Draco telling him where I went and I stepped outside and crossed the street. Multicolored leaves dropped all around me as I stepped under the shade of the trees. I surveyed my surroundings intently for the first time. London was beautiful. Exempt the honking taxis and cursing pedestrians, of course. I walked around the block, window-shopping. The cozy little shops and cafés gave me peace after all that heavy studying. I sat on a bench to think quietly about my problems.
I really don't think my problems were that awful, to tell you the truth. Compared to some others, I think they would look meaningless. Brittany teasing me endlessly was something I had to work on ignoring. But that was a bit of a hard thing to do, since the whole school was controlled under her willpower. And the whole I love you Draco saga. I had no idea how I was going to tell him. IF I was going to tell him in the first place, or even if I really did love him. Maybe it wasn't real love; maybe it was just puppy love. A first time crush-like thing. I honestly was very confused about the whole damn thing. I pondered my thoughts as I watched Londoners pour into the cinema a few feet away. Ginny would know the answer. "I'm going to owl her first thing when I go home." I said to myself as I crossed the street back home.
Draco's POV
I read Hermione's letter. "So.. she went out. That means I have time to myself." I realized. I sat down lazily on one of the bar stools with my head in my hands. I had been pushing away a thought that had been occupying my mind since this morning. Once I realized that I had unconsciously thought a certain three words, I had been in denial ever since. A pair of noisy, clanging keys broke me out of my in depth thoughts. Hermione poked her head in the kitchen and smiled when she saw me. "Got my letter?" She asked. I nodded.
"Great, I'll be upstairs if you need me." She said, her bouncy chestnut brown curls turning with her head as she left. I take my words back from last night. Girls were not the most complicated things on this planet, love was. And I was just about ready to strangle it.
Hermione's POV
I took out a sheaf of paper and a pen.
Dear Gin,
If ANYONE is looking over your shoulder right now, go somewhere secluded because I don't want anyone else reading this letter. Look, I think I might be in love with Draco. You can tell Ron and Harry, but can you just convince them not to sneak out of Hogwarts and come murder Draco in the middle of the night? I don't want Azkaban jailbirds as best friends. Anyways, I'm not sure if it's real love. I've never been in love before so I don't know how it feels. Even if I WAS in love, how am I going to tell him? God, this is so bloody confusing. Owl me back soon, I need answers!
Love, Hermione
P.S. After you've finished reading it, can you please tear this letter into a hundred pieces and throw it into the fire? Thanks.
Ginny's POV
I smiled. I crumpled Hermione's letter and threw it into the fire. "Who was that from?" Ron asked curiously. I smiled. "Hermione's in love." I said smiling sweetly at him.
"With who?" Harry cut in, curiously.
"Draco Malfoy."
"So they say, love is fuckin blind." Ron grumbled.
I sighed. Boys were so insensitive. The more I knew them, the more I liked dogs.
Dumbledore's POV
I looked up from the glowing liquid filled bowl in front of me, and gave Severus a triumphant smile. "Ha! You owe me ten galleons!" I cried.