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Hermione's POV
Three weeks had passed and I was slowly healing. I no longer avoided Draco in the halls or at home. Although, the extent of our conversations were polite exchanges about schoolwork and such. I had to admit, sometimes my heart jumped when he was near, or my eyes watered a bit when I saw Brittany, but that was about it. Suddenly, Anna jumped up beside me. "I'm having a sleepover on Saturday for my birthday. Can you come?" She chirruped.
I nodded and smiled brightly, matching her mood. It didn't matter anyhow, since I didn't have any guardians to have to go and ask permission for. "Great!" She hugged me and blended back into the mob of students to look for Larissa. Draco suddenly appeared beside me. What was it with this appearing and disappearing? I never saw it coming. "Did you get invited to Anna's sleepover?" He asked.
I nodded. "Did you?"
"Yeah." He responded simply, nonetheless politely, as always.
"It's co-ed??" I asked, surprised. "But isn't she worried that people might shag each other in the middle of the night and then get pregnant and then she would get sued and then.." I ranted. This was preposterous! Millions of possibilities could happen. And I had to think up each and every one of them, since I WAS Hermione Granger.
He laughed, interrupting my train of speech. This was the first time we were having a casual, friendly conversation. I guess we were improving. "Stop worrying. This will be fun. It's kind of like Hogwarts, if you think about it." He said logically. I looked at him as if he were a bit touched in the head.
"Hogwarts??" I asked incredulously. "How in the bloody hell are they similar??"
"Well, you see, we have common rooms, which we share with our houses." He continued. "Boys AND girls in a house, of course." He added. "And although boys can't come into the girl's dormitories, girls can come into the boy's dorms." He stopped to take a breath. "I can FULLY bet you that you must've ONCE, at least, spent the night in either Potter or Weasley's bed (He grimaced) accidentally, because you were up late doing god knows what." He smiled triumphantly, with a proud smile of his lengthy explanation.
I felt my cheeks redden. Okay, so maybe I did do it once.. or twice.. or er.. seven times? But who's counting. Suddenly, we approached my class, and I went inside. I was relieved. This spared me any explanation or admitting that he was right. I politely waved goodbye to Draco and sat down in my seat. I felt hollow inside for some reason as I glanced at the empty hallway of where Draco had stood five minutes ago.
Draco's POV
I sighed. My interest in English literature had not increased much over the past few months since school started. So instead, I sat there reminiscing about Hermione. "Whatsup?" Anna asked over my thoughts. She and Larissa had seemed to forgive me after what I had done, but I knew I didn't deserve it. "Hermione." I mumbled as I ran a hand through my silky blonde hair.
She smiled knowingly. "And you want to know how to get her back." Jeez, she was scary. It was like she could read my thoughts. If I didn't know her better, I would've thought she was a master legillimens in disguise. She seemed to know what I was thinking, AGAIN. "Don't look at me like that. It's written all over your face."
"How come she still doesn't want me back?" I asked. She rolled her eyes at my thickness. "After these past five months you've been dating her, I would THINK that you know how her mind works." She said exasperatedly. "Hermione's very stubborn. Especially when it comes to her pride, and you really damaged it this time." She said knowingly. Did this girl study and take notes on people when they weren't looking??
"So what do I need to do?" I asked. I would've never believed that I was asking Hermione's best friend for advice on my relationship problems. This felt weird.
"Wait it out." She said simply and turned to listen to the English teacher.
"Wait it.." I argued, but was interrupted by the English teacher.
"Mr. Malfoy, would you mind telling me what is so much more interesting than this lesson??" She asked glaring at me. I knew this was a sarcastic question that I wasn't supposed to answer, but I couldn't help myself.
"Miss, A LOT of things are much more interesting than this lesson. Trust me." That was my mistake, and now, I had a hundred-word essay to write on why the teacher is the head of the class.
Finally, lunch came. Just as I sat down in the lunch table, Brittany came sauntering in, flocked, surprisingly, with only two followers. 75% of the student body glared at her, the rest just looked cautiously at her. I noticed that boyfriends hugged their arms possessively over their girlfriends. That really made my heartache. God, I missed Hermione so much. I looked over to where Brittany wanted to sit. They didn't seem to be letting her sit down at her usual table with the jocks and cheerleaders. I smiled evilly. That was partly my fault because I had told them not to let her sit there. She wasn't the ONLY one with power. I was very good friends with the star quarterback of the football team and many of the girls on the cheerleading squad drooled over me, so naturally I could say that I held some power.
She glared hatefully at them and went to sit at the Drama club's lunch table. They wouldn't let her sit there either. What she did was an all time low, and I could see that most of the students agreed with me. We were all looking at her scavenge for a seat, but unluckily, no avail. Finally, she was left to sit in the 'deserted' table, as we liked to call it. Duding Pennington sat there. He was a snobby rich kid who was so arrogant, that no one wanted to eat lunch with him. Why the high school students were sorted into groups like Cheerleaders and Goths and such, I had no idea. No idea at all. Muggles were a strange lot if you ask me.
Hermione's POV
Lunch was over, and the rest of the day was touch and go. I was sitting home on the couch when I glanced at the clock. It was five o'clock already, and I needed to cook dinner. Draco was upstairs taking a shower. Just as I finished serving the food and setting the table, I heard a loud "CRACK!" It nearly made me jump out of my skin. I rushed into the living room to find a tall man with graying white-blonde hair wearing long black robes. I jumped back, afraid and surprised. Then, I steadied myself.
If Draco's father was going to visit, then so be it. Even if he didn't have the civilized manners of knocking on a door before entering someone's private property, I would have to be polite. Although, the whole invading our privacy, got me peeved. "Lucius." I greeted coldly. "Ever heard of KNOCKING?" I asked sarcastically, voicing my thoughts. Draco must've heard the crack also, because he came rushing down the stairs with only a towel on. "Hermione!! Are you alrii.. Father!!" He cried surprised, sliding to a stop. Lucius looked at him distastefully.
"I am ashamed to call you my son! Here you come sliding in with barely any clothes on, and to top it all off, you call this.. this.. MUDBLOOD by her first name?? And I haven't even been here for five minutes!!" He roared. I saw Draco clench his fists, but he didn't react. I knew that Draco was taller and he could most definitely cause more physical damage than his father could do to him, but Lucius was very skilled with using a wand.
Draco trudged upstairs, leaving me with the full impact of what Lucius's wrath could cause. "So, Mr. Malfoy, I guess you will be joining us for dinner." I said calmly. He gave me the most derisive glare that I have ever seen, and sneered at me. He lifted his scepter that contained his wand and roughly pushed it down onto my shoulder. "Sit!" He barked. I obediently sat down stiffly, terrified.
Not long after that, Draco came rushing down the stairs with his face set in a hard, tense frown. I had never been more relieved and happy to see him in my life. Imagine the irony in that. "Why are you here, sir?" He asked bluntly. Instead of answering, Lucius ordered, "Sit!" Draco also sat down stiffly, but not terrified. I could see the rebellious gleam in his eye.
"I have been told, that you two have been.. involved with each other." Lucius spat as if the words were poison. "WHERE did I go wrong?!?" He roared, taking the volume up a notch, or five. "HAVE I NOT TOLD YOU THAT MUDBLOODS ARE DIRTY, FILTHY EXCUSES FOR WIZARDS, DRACO??" I winced. Draco used to say it to me all the time, but it was in a rivaling, conceited way. Lucius said it like he fully meant it and truly despised muggle-borns. "Father.." Draco said warningly. I could see the muscle in his jaw twitching, and both hands were clenched. When Lucius's back was turned, I put a hand on Draco's arm and felt him relax. "Tell him that we're not together, anymore." I whispered. He seemed to take my words in thought. "Father, we were never together." He said out loud. Oh well, close enough.
This time, Lucius looked up. "What??" He cried incredulously. "B-but.. Dumbledore.. that fool.. h-he.. you were never together???" He sputtered. I rolled my eyes. Lucius gave me a death glare, but instead of cursing me to death, he disapparated with a loud crack. "Oh yeah, goodbye to you too!" I cried into the empty air. Draco laughed and hugged me. "Are you sure your okay?" He mumbled into my hair. He was so close, I could smell the shampoo and soap on his body. I could feel my heart do somersaults. Suddenly, we seemed to realize what we were doing. "Uh.. er.. yeah.." I said awkwardly as we broke apart. He blushed. Whoa.. did Draco Malfoy BLUSH??
Dumbledore's POV
Lucius barged into my office cursing vulgar words that should never reach a first year's ears. "You old fool!!!" He hissed at me, menacingly. Not that I was scared of the man. I mean, Voldemort couldn't even scare me. Instead, I rolled my eyes in a schoolgirl-ish way. "What do you want this time?" I asked exasperatedly. This man was a real pain in the arse. "You told me that my son and that MUDBLOOD were together in some way!!!" He cried banging his scepter on my desk.
"No, I TOLD you that they MIGHT be involved, and not to trust me because I don't have facts. Anyways, how in the world should I know?? It's not like I SPY on them." I said. He gave me another one of his signature death glares and swept out of my office with his black robes swishing sharply behind him. I laughed to myself. Dense old fool he was.
A/N: I really hope you like it!!
Great, now onto the new chapter: **********************************************************************
Hermione's POV
Three weeks had passed and I was slowly healing. I no longer avoided Draco in the halls or at home. Although, the extent of our conversations were polite exchanges about schoolwork and such. I had to admit, sometimes my heart jumped when he was near, or my eyes watered a bit when I saw Brittany, but that was about it. Suddenly, Anna jumped up beside me. "I'm having a sleepover on Saturday for my birthday. Can you come?" She chirruped.
I nodded and smiled brightly, matching her mood. It didn't matter anyhow, since I didn't have any guardians to have to go and ask permission for. "Great!" She hugged me and blended back into the mob of students to look for Larissa. Draco suddenly appeared beside me. What was it with this appearing and disappearing? I never saw it coming. "Did you get invited to Anna's sleepover?" He asked.
I nodded. "Did you?"
"Yeah." He responded simply, nonetheless politely, as always.
"It's co-ed??" I asked, surprised. "But isn't she worried that people might shag each other in the middle of the night and then get pregnant and then she would get sued and then.." I ranted. This was preposterous! Millions of possibilities could happen. And I had to think up each and every one of them, since I WAS Hermione Granger.
He laughed, interrupting my train of speech. This was the first time we were having a casual, friendly conversation. I guess we were improving. "Stop worrying. This will be fun. It's kind of like Hogwarts, if you think about it." He said logically. I looked at him as if he were a bit touched in the head.
"Hogwarts??" I asked incredulously. "How in the bloody hell are they similar??"
"Well, you see, we have common rooms, which we share with our houses." He continued. "Boys AND girls in a house, of course." He added. "And although boys can't come into the girl's dormitories, girls can come into the boy's dorms." He stopped to take a breath. "I can FULLY bet you that you must've ONCE, at least, spent the night in either Potter or Weasley's bed (He grimaced) accidentally, because you were up late doing god knows what." He smiled triumphantly, with a proud smile of his lengthy explanation.
I felt my cheeks redden. Okay, so maybe I did do it once.. or twice.. or er.. seven times? But who's counting. Suddenly, we approached my class, and I went inside. I was relieved. This spared me any explanation or admitting that he was right. I politely waved goodbye to Draco and sat down in my seat. I felt hollow inside for some reason as I glanced at the empty hallway of where Draco had stood five minutes ago.
Draco's POV
I sighed. My interest in English literature had not increased much over the past few months since school started. So instead, I sat there reminiscing about Hermione. "Whatsup?" Anna asked over my thoughts. She and Larissa had seemed to forgive me after what I had done, but I knew I didn't deserve it. "Hermione." I mumbled as I ran a hand through my silky blonde hair.
She smiled knowingly. "And you want to know how to get her back." Jeez, she was scary. It was like she could read my thoughts. If I didn't know her better, I would've thought she was a master legillimens in disguise. She seemed to know what I was thinking, AGAIN. "Don't look at me like that. It's written all over your face."
"How come she still doesn't want me back?" I asked. She rolled her eyes at my thickness. "After these past five months you've been dating her, I would THINK that you know how her mind works." She said exasperatedly. "Hermione's very stubborn. Especially when it comes to her pride, and you really damaged it this time." She said knowingly. Did this girl study and take notes on people when they weren't looking??
"So what do I need to do?" I asked. I would've never believed that I was asking Hermione's best friend for advice on my relationship problems. This felt weird.
"Wait it out." She said simply and turned to listen to the English teacher.
"Wait it.." I argued, but was interrupted by the English teacher.
"Mr. Malfoy, would you mind telling me what is so much more interesting than this lesson??" She asked glaring at me. I knew this was a sarcastic question that I wasn't supposed to answer, but I couldn't help myself.
"Miss, A LOT of things are much more interesting than this lesson. Trust me." That was my mistake, and now, I had a hundred-word essay to write on why the teacher is the head of the class.
Finally, lunch came. Just as I sat down in the lunch table, Brittany came sauntering in, flocked, surprisingly, with only two followers. 75% of the student body glared at her, the rest just looked cautiously at her. I noticed that boyfriends hugged their arms possessively over their girlfriends. That really made my heartache. God, I missed Hermione so much. I looked over to where Brittany wanted to sit. They didn't seem to be letting her sit down at her usual table with the jocks and cheerleaders. I smiled evilly. That was partly my fault because I had told them not to let her sit there. She wasn't the ONLY one with power. I was very good friends with the star quarterback of the football team and many of the girls on the cheerleading squad drooled over me, so naturally I could say that I held some power.
She glared hatefully at them and went to sit at the Drama club's lunch table. They wouldn't let her sit there either. What she did was an all time low, and I could see that most of the students agreed with me. We were all looking at her scavenge for a seat, but unluckily, no avail. Finally, she was left to sit in the 'deserted' table, as we liked to call it. Duding Pennington sat there. He was a snobby rich kid who was so arrogant, that no one wanted to eat lunch with him. Why the high school students were sorted into groups like Cheerleaders and Goths and such, I had no idea. No idea at all. Muggles were a strange lot if you ask me.
Hermione's POV
Lunch was over, and the rest of the day was touch and go. I was sitting home on the couch when I glanced at the clock. It was five o'clock already, and I needed to cook dinner. Draco was upstairs taking a shower. Just as I finished serving the food and setting the table, I heard a loud "CRACK!" It nearly made me jump out of my skin. I rushed into the living room to find a tall man with graying white-blonde hair wearing long black robes. I jumped back, afraid and surprised. Then, I steadied myself.
If Draco's father was going to visit, then so be it. Even if he didn't have the civilized manners of knocking on a door before entering someone's private property, I would have to be polite. Although, the whole invading our privacy, got me peeved. "Lucius." I greeted coldly. "Ever heard of KNOCKING?" I asked sarcastically, voicing my thoughts. Draco must've heard the crack also, because he came rushing down the stairs with only a towel on. "Hermione!! Are you alrii.. Father!!" He cried surprised, sliding to a stop. Lucius looked at him distastefully.
"I am ashamed to call you my son! Here you come sliding in with barely any clothes on, and to top it all off, you call this.. this.. MUDBLOOD by her first name?? And I haven't even been here for five minutes!!" He roared. I saw Draco clench his fists, but he didn't react. I knew that Draco was taller and he could most definitely cause more physical damage than his father could do to him, but Lucius was very skilled with using a wand.
Draco trudged upstairs, leaving me with the full impact of what Lucius's wrath could cause. "So, Mr. Malfoy, I guess you will be joining us for dinner." I said calmly. He gave me the most derisive glare that I have ever seen, and sneered at me. He lifted his scepter that contained his wand and roughly pushed it down onto my shoulder. "Sit!" He barked. I obediently sat down stiffly, terrified.
Not long after that, Draco came rushing down the stairs with his face set in a hard, tense frown. I had never been more relieved and happy to see him in my life. Imagine the irony in that. "Why are you here, sir?" He asked bluntly. Instead of answering, Lucius ordered, "Sit!" Draco also sat down stiffly, but not terrified. I could see the rebellious gleam in his eye.
"I have been told, that you two have been.. involved with each other." Lucius spat as if the words were poison. "WHERE did I go wrong?!?" He roared, taking the volume up a notch, or five. "HAVE I NOT TOLD YOU THAT MUDBLOODS ARE DIRTY, FILTHY EXCUSES FOR WIZARDS, DRACO??" I winced. Draco used to say it to me all the time, but it was in a rivaling, conceited way. Lucius said it like he fully meant it and truly despised muggle-borns. "Father.." Draco said warningly. I could see the muscle in his jaw twitching, and both hands were clenched. When Lucius's back was turned, I put a hand on Draco's arm and felt him relax. "Tell him that we're not together, anymore." I whispered. He seemed to take my words in thought. "Father, we were never together." He said out loud. Oh well, close enough.
This time, Lucius looked up. "What??" He cried incredulously. "B-but.. Dumbledore.. that fool.. h-he.. you were never together???" He sputtered. I rolled my eyes. Lucius gave me a death glare, but instead of cursing me to death, he disapparated with a loud crack. "Oh yeah, goodbye to you too!" I cried into the empty air. Draco laughed and hugged me. "Are you sure your okay?" He mumbled into my hair. He was so close, I could smell the shampoo and soap on his body. I could feel my heart do somersaults. Suddenly, we seemed to realize what we were doing. "Uh.. er.. yeah.." I said awkwardly as we broke apart. He blushed. Whoa.. did Draco Malfoy BLUSH??
Dumbledore's POV
Lucius barged into my office cursing vulgar words that should never reach a first year's ears. "You old fool!!!" He hissed at me, menacingly. Not that I was scared of the man. I mean, Voldemort couldn't even scare me. Instead, I rolled my eyes in a schoolgirl-ish way. "What do you want this time?" I asked exasperatedly. This man was a real pain in the arse. "You told me that my son and that MUDBLOOD were together in some way!!!" He cried banging his scepter on my desk.
"No, I TOLD you that they MIGHT be involved, and not to trust me because I don't have facts. Anyways, how in the world should I know?? It's not like I SPY on them." I said. He gave me another one of his signature death glares and swept out of my office with his black robes swishing sharply behind him. I laughed to myself. Dense old fool he was.
A/N: I really hope you like it!!