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THE BOOT OF MANY MOODS: Lol, it's okay..
Subzer0-degrees: Now you know.. hehe..
Laterose Black: Yes, I planned the story to be more than 30 chapters I think..
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Hermione's POV
The wind whipped through my auburn brown curls as I walked out into the schoolyard to eat my lunch. I didn't feel like eating in the stuffy cafeteria where Brittany would be going around flirting with Draco. It reminded me a bit too much of Pansy Parkinson and her fake eyelashes. I sighed; it was such a nice day out for December, although it was still a little chilly. There was a thin layer of frost covering the tree's bare branches. The weeks had flown by so fast. In March we would be going back already. Facing Hogwarts would be the hardest part; I didn't know what to tell them about Draco and I. Ginny had owled back a response a few days ago. I thought back in my head, straining to remember the words she had written. She said to follow my heart. God, I could get that from any other cheap selling, cheesy paperback romance novel. Great help she was.
Evan interrupted my train of thoughts, as he sat down beside me. "You okay? You looked just about ready to kill Brittany in there." He said smiling amusedly. I smiled back; his humor was catching. "No." I said. "Eating prison food really isn't one of my first priorities in life." We talked some more about little things. In other words, our conversation was meaningless. The bell suddenly rang, signaling lunch was over. I got up and hurriedly jumped off the hard stonewall I had been sitting on. Evan and I walked to our next class together, art. "Draco wouldn't mind. He could walk to his next class with Anna anyways." I thought to myself. We walked up the stairwell and into the messy classroom, sitting down in our usual seats, next to each other. Mrs. Chimera started speaking, quieting down the entire classroom. After all she WAS a bit intimidating with that slight mustache on her upper lip. It scared the bloody daylights out of me when I first saw her.
"Today, we will be making macaroni projects." The class literally groaned out loud after she said that. "What's wrong?" I whispered confusedly to Evan. Whatever a macaroni project was, couldn't be as bad as getting detention from Professor Pain In The Ass, also known as, Snape. He whispered back. "I did it in kindergarten and trust me, it was a horrible experience. When you put macaroni and kindergarteners together, you get someone who was almost blinded in their right eye." He shuddered. "The principal had to come in to stop the macaroni throwing, and HE got hit in the eye with a noodle." I laughed. This sounded fun! The teacher continued, "Now, I know you think that making macaroni pictures sounds too young for you, but in this project we'll be using it in an intricate way." She explained. "Ah yes, and I trust my high school students to NOT throw the macaroni. My daughter was a participant in the famous macaroni war." She said winking pointedly at Evan.
It turns out we were supposed to make a statue of some sort. Who knows? I think art is the only thing I lack talent in, I can definitely tell you that. Mine looked like a blob with a tail. Evan was the total opposite of me. He managed to make something that actually resembled a dog. "That looks great." I complimented.
"Thanks." He said.
I managed to get through art class, scraping up a B plus for my pathetic excuse for a dog. At the end of the day, I drove Draco and I back home. During the car ride, Draco asked, "Hermione?"
I glanced at him in the rear view mirror. "Hmm?"
He seemed all flustered for a moment, face turning red. He looked like he was going to have a heart attack any second. "I.. uh.. er.. you know what? Never mind." He said shaking his head. I shrugged. He probably forgot his question; he DID have a slight short-term memory. I found that out a few weeks ago when he would tap me on the shoulder and forget his question. After a while, that got pretty damn annoying and I just smothered his head with a pillow.
We arrived home, and I draped my body lazily onto the dark green couch, with Draco mimicking me. He was so cute with his soft blonde hair tousled and a piece in his eyes. I reached up and brushed it away, as he smiled at me, the corners of his silver eyes crinkling. We lay there for a long time staring mindlessly at the picture of a fat, naked woman on the opposite wall. After a while, I got a bit shifty. I was getting bored and impatient of doing nothing at all. I had gotten absolutely no homework today except study for midterms coming up in three weeks. An idea popped up in my head. "Hey, Draco, do you want to get your driver's license?" I asked curiously. He got up lazily and stared at me confused. "A whaa.."
Damn, and I thought he had gotten over the stage of questioning every little thing he saw, months ago. I sighed. "Do you want to learn how to drive a car?" I asked impatiently. He suddenly perked up. "Sure!"
"Then you have to take lessons, okay with you?" I asked.
"Yeah."
"Okay, we'll go get you your lessons on Saturday."
"Tomorrow?"
"Unless the universe suddenly had a time lapse, yes it would be Saturday."
"Can I get one of those huge cars with the.." He continued filling me in.
"A hummer?" I asked.
"Yeah!"
"Do YOU have a two hundred grand?"
"No.."
"There's your answer." Honestly, he was such a spoilt rich prat. A hummer??? Maybe in another galaxy where Seamus Finnigan was strait and so was my hair! "Fine." He pouted, but I gave him a soft kiss, which put that smile back on his face. He was just so easy to manipulate. I got up off his lap and went to surf the Internet on my laptop that I had gotten for Christmas. I sat down on one of the dining room bar stools and waited for the laptop to boot up. "You got mail!" I heard as I switched onto the online mode. "Junk, junk, advertisement, junk.. hmm.." I thought as I scanned through my e-mails. I stopped when I came to an unfamiliar name. "Wait a minute.. who would have an e-mail address called, theboywholived@aol.com?" I asked myself, wrinkling my eyebrows in confusion. "Could it be? Oh my god, it was Harry!!!" I hurriedly opened it and scanned my eyes over the message.
Dear Hermione,
In case you're wondering how I have a computer or how I know what an email is, it's a long story. I asked Dumbledore for one, and he magicked one up. Then, Ginny showed me how to email you and stuff. It's impossible to imagine how she knows this stuff, considering what her family is like. Anyways, back to the point. Actually, there is no point, I just wanted to say hi. Ron says it too, but he doesn't want to come near the computer because he's afraid that it'll give him a disease or something. Git. The Christmas Ball is coming up in two weeks, what are you doing for the holidays? I hope we can come visit you or something in case you don't mind. Are you doing okay with Draco? I know I haven't talked to you about the whole Draco and you thing that much. Now I'm hearing that your telling Ginny that you love him. Hermione, I know I shouldn't be the one to say, but don't you think this is going a little too fast? All I know is that it's blowing my mind out of the water. Sorry, I just had to express my opinion. The point of the whole e-mail is to tell you that I, or should I say, we, miss you a whole lot, and we can't wait until we see you again.
Your best friends, Harry and Ron (The one
who doesn't even have the decency to type
his name)
I laughed aloud. Harry was so funny sometimes. I quickly typed back a response mirroring Harry's e-mail's length. I shut the computer off and walked into the living room finding Draco napping on the couch. I laughed and went upstairs, laying down stomach first onto my bed. I grabbed my latest read from my nightstand and engrossed myself into it.
Draco's POV
I must've been sleeping for a long time because when I woke up, it was already dark outside and I could smell cooking spices. I walked into the kitchen running a hand through my tousled hair. I felt like a little boy whose mother had to cook for him. I wrapped my arms around her waist and nuzzled my face into her curly hair as she turned off the faucet. She laughed and playfully shook me off as we settled down at the table, eating. "Have a good nap?" She asked cocking an eyebrow. I nodded, shoveling food into my mouth. I couldn't help thinking that Weasley's qualities were starting to rub off on me. She laughed once again and we ate the rest of dinner in silence.
I brushed my teeth, making them sparkle. Okay, so maybe they didn't sparkle, but they gleamed white. I walked into Hermione's room lying down next to her on the bed. She laid her head on my chest while I stroked her hair. I couldn't help thinking how multicolored my father's face would turn if he saw me like this. It would probably turn from red to purple, then to blue. I laughed silently, while Hermione read on intently. "Hermione.." I said softly.
"Hmm?" She said.
"I love you." I said unconsciously. It had just come out like THAT. I wasn't even aware of my consciousness!! What if she rejected me? Shit, I had a million reactions whirling around in my mind.
Beneath all the whirlwind of questions in my mind, I heard her say, "I love you too." Was that a relieved look on her face??
Severus's POV
Dumbledore made all us professors look into the glowing bowl and watch Draco say those three worlds to the know-it-all Gryffindor. I was revolted. Absolutely revolted. I think I was going to need a bucket soon. Dumbledore CLAIMED that we should be watching because we needed to grade them on this. How dense did he think we were?? I honestly think that he was trying to make us die early.
THE BOOT OF MANY MOODS: Lol, it's okay..
Subzer0-degrees: Now you know.. hehe..
Laterose Black: Yes, I planned the story to be more than 30 chapters I think..
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Hermione's POV
The wind whipped through my auburn brown curls as I walked out into the schoolyard to eat my lunch. I didn't feel like eating in the stuffy cafeteria where Brittany would be going around flirting with Draco. It reminded me a bit too much of Pansy Parkinson and her fake eyelashes. I sighed; it was such a nice day out for December, although it was still a little chilly. There was a thin layer of frost covering the tree's bare branches. The weeks had flown by so fast. In March we would be going back already. Facing Hogwarts would be the hardest part; I didn't know what to tell them about Draco and I. Ginny had owled back a response a few days ago. I thought back in my head, straining to remember the words she had written. She said to follow my heart. God, I could get that from any other cheap selling, cheesy paperback romance novel. Great help she was.
Evan interrupted my train of thoughts, as he sat down beside me. "You okay? You looked just about ready to kill Brittany in there." He said smiling amusedly. I smiled back; his humor was catching. "No." I said. "Eating prison food really isn't one of my first priorities in life." We talked some more about little things. In other words, our conversation was meaningless. The bell suddenly rang, signaling lunch was over. I got up and hurriedly jumped off the hard stonewall I had been sitting on. Evan and I walked to our next class together, art. "Draco wouldn't mind. He could walk to his next class with Anna anyways." I thought to myself. We walked up the stairwell and into the messy classroom, sitting down in our usual seats, next to each other. Mrs. Chimera started speaking, quieting down the entire classroom. After all she WAS a bit intimidating with that slight mustache on her upper lip. It scared the bloody daylights out of me when I first saw her.
"Today, we will be making macaroni projects." The class literally groaned out loud after she said that. "What's wrong?" I whispered confusedly to Evan. Whatever a macaroni project was, couldn't be as bad as getting detention from Professor Pain In The Ass, also known as, Snape. He whispered back. "I did it in kindergarten and trust me, it was a horrible experience. When you put macaroni and kindergarteners together, you get someone who was almost blinded in their right eye." He shuddered. "The principal had to come in to stop the macaroni throwing, and HE got hit in the eye with a noodle." I laughed. This sounded fun! The teacher continued, "Now, I know you think that making macaroni pictures sounds too young for you, but in this project we'll be using it in an intricate way." She explained. "Ah yes, and I trust my high school students to NOT throw the macaroni. My daughter was a participant in the famous macaroni war." She said winking pointedly at Evan.
It turns out we were supposed to make a statue of some sort. Who knows? I think art is the only thing I lack talent in, I can definitely tell you that. Mine looked like a blob with a tail. Evan was the total opposite of me. He managed to make something that actually resembled a dog. "That looks great." I complimented.
"Thanks." He said.
I managed to get through art class, scraping up a B plus for my pathetic excuse for a dog. At the end of the day, I drove Draco and I back home. During the car ride, Draco asked, "Hermione?"
I glanced at him in the rear view mirror. "Hmm?"
He seemed all flustered for a moment, face turning red. He looked like he was going to have a heart attack any second. "I.. uh.. er.. you know what? Never mind." He said shaking his head. I shrugged. He probably forgot his question; he DID have a slight short-term memory. I found that out a few weeks ago when he would tap me on the shoulder and forget his question. After a while, that got pretty damn annoying and I just smothered his head with a pillow.
We arrived home, and I draped my body lazily onto the dark green couch, with Draco mimicking me. He was so cute with his soft blonde hair tousled and a piece in his eyes. I reached up and brushed it away, as he smiled at me, the corners of his silver eyes crinkling. We lay there for a long time staring mindlessly at the picture of a fat, naked woman on the opposite wall. After a while, I got a bit shifty. I was getting bored and impatient of doing nothing at all. I had gotten absolutely no homework today except study for midterms coming up in three weeks. An idea popped up in my head. "Hey, Draco, do you want to get your driver's license?" I asked curiously. He got up lazily and stared at me confused. "A whaa.."
Damn, and I thought he had gotten over the stage of questioning every little thing he saw, months ago. I sighed. "Do you want to learn how to drive a car?" I asked impatiently. He suddenly perked up. "Sure!"
"Then you have to take lessons, okay with you?" I asked.
"Yeah."
"Okay, we'll go get you your lessons on Saturday."
"Tomorrow?"
"Unless the universe suddenly had a time lapse, yes it would be Saturday."
"Can I get one of those huge cars with the.." He continued filling me in.
"A hummer?" I asked.
"Yeah!"
"Do YOU have a two hundred grand?"
"No.."
"There's your answer." Honestly, he was such a spoilt rich prat. A hummer??? Maybe in another galaxy where Seamus Finnigan was strait and so was my hair! "Fine." He pouted, but I gave him a soft kiss, which put that smile back on his face. He was just so easy to manipulate. I got up off his lap and went to surf the Internet on my laptop that I had gotten for Christmas. I sat down on one of the dining room bar stools and waited for the laptop to boot up. "You got mail!" I heard as I switched onto the online mode. "Junk, junk, advertisement, junk.. hmm.." I thought as I scanned through my e-mails. I stopped when I came to an unfamiliar name. "Wait a minute.. who would have an e-mail address called, theboywholived@aol.com?" I asked myself, wrinkling my eyebrows in confusion. "Could it be? Oh my god, it was Harry!!!" I hurriedly opened it and scanned my eyes over the message.
Dear Hermione,
In case you're wondering how I have a computer or how I know what an email is, it's a long story. I asked Dumbledore for one, and he magicked one up. Then, Ginny showed me how to email you and stuff. It's impossible to imagine how she knows this stuff, considering what her family is like. Anyways, back to the point. Actually, there is no point, I just wanted to say hi. Ron says it too, but he doesn't want to come near the computer because he's afraid that it'll give him a disease or something. Git. The Christmas Ball is coming up in two weeks, what are you doing for the holidays? I hope we can come visit you or something in case you don't mind. Are you doing okay with Draco? I know I haven't talked to you about the whole Draco and you thing that much. Now I'm hearing that your telling Ginny that you love him. Hermione, I know I shouldn't be the one to say, but don't you think this is going a little too fast? All I know is that it's blowing my mind out of the water. Sorry, I just had to express my opinion. The point of the whole e-mail is to tell you that I, or should I say, we, miss you a whole lot, and we can't wait until we see you again.
Your best friends, Harry and Ron (The one
who doesn't even have the decency to type
his name)
I laughed aloud. Harry was so funny sometimes. I quickly typed back a response mirroring Harry's e-mail's length. I shut the computer off and walked into the living room finding Draco napping on the couch. I laughed and went upstairs, laying down stomach first onto my bed. I grabbed my latest read from my nightstand and engrossed myself into it.
Draco's POV
I must've been sleeping for a long time because when I woke up, it was already dark outside and I could smell cooking spices. I walked into the kitchen running a hand through my tousled hair. I felt like a little boy whose mother had to cook for him. I wrapped my arms around her waist and nuzzled my face into her curly hair as she turned off the faucet. She laughed and playfully shook me off as we settled down at the table, eating. "Have a good nap?" She asked cocking an eyebrow. I nodded, shoveling food into my mouth. I couldn't help thinking that Weasley's qualities were starting to rub off on me. She laughed once again and we ate the rest of dinner in silence.
I brushed my teeth, making them sparkle. Okay, so maybe they didn't sparkle, but they gleamed white. I walked into Hermione's room lying down next to her on the bed. She laid her head on my chest while I stroked her hair. I couldn't help thinking how multicolored my father's face would turn if he saw me like this. It would probably turn from red to purple, then to blue. I laughed silently, while Hermione read on intently. "Hermione.." I said softly.
"Hmm?" She said.
"I love you." I said unconsciously. It had just come out like THAT. I wasn't even aware of my consciousness!! What if she rejected me? Shit, I had a million reactions whirling around in my mind.
Beneath all the whirlwind of questions in my mind, I heard her say, "I love you too." Was that a relieved look on her face??
Severus's POV
Dumbledore made all us professors look into the glowing bowl and watch Draco say those three worlds to the know-it-all Gryffindor. I was revolted. Absolutely revolted. I think I was going to need a bucket soon. Dumbledore CLAIMED that we should be watching because we needed to grade them on this. How dense did he think we were?? I honestly think that he was trying to make us die early.