Kissing a Green and Silver Serpent
Chapter II: What if the World Changed?
It was Tuesdays, two weeks after Hermione's detention, what meant double Potions and double transfiguration. For the first time in their lives Harry, Ron and Hermione were kind of happy to see Snape back. Now at least, Draco wouldn't be able to give them detentions.
They were sited at their usual table at the back of the dungeon, the double period was nearly over; Ron and Harry, after giving Snape bottles full of their potion, were playing "hanged man" on a piece of parchment. Hermione looked at them and couldn't help but notice that, although she loved them very much, they were a bit immature for their age.
With a sigh, she looked around the class and saw something very odd, she had to jerk back her head again to make sure what she had seen: Draco was staring in her direction. He had been acting weirdly after the night in the dungeon; he had stopped throwing insults at her when he saw them. You couldn't say he was acting nicely towards Hermione, but his attitude towards her had been definitely different; and now this. What was going on?
"'Mione, C'mon. I don't want to be left alone in the room with Snape" Ron voice pulled Hermione out of her trance.
"What? Did the bell ring already?" She said looking confused
"Yes, like five minutes ago, where were you?" Harry added
"OH, just thinking about. some changes I have to make to my transfiguration essay." She lied quickly
"You'll never change 'Mione, that's why I lo-Like you" Ron said, his ears turning pink.
If Hermione hadn't been so busy gathering up her things into her school bag, she would have found it hard to concentrate during their next class; two boys she though she knew acting weirdly was too much, even for her.
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"Quiet please, I have an announcement to make" Professor McGonagall said as she entered the class. "As you know, next month is Hogwarts 125th anniversary, and to celebrate the occasion will we having a mask ball. As happened at the Yule Ball, it will be for fourth years onwards, although you may invite someone younger. May I remind you that is NOT an opportunity to loosen our respect for school rule and both professors and prefects will be controlling your behavior" she surveyed them all with a severe look and then said "Ok. Today we are going to start with human transfiguration."
A cloud of exited whispering filled the class when Professor McGonagall turned her back to it and started writing on the blackboard.
"Not another ball. The last one was a fiasco." Said Harry remembering what had happened two years previously.
"I had a good time" Answered Hermione distractedly coping down what McGonagall was writing.
"Mmm" Said Ron, clearly stopping himself from saying what he was thinking "It would be different this time, I'll make sure it will" He winked at Harry who didn't have the faintest idea what he meant by that.
"Have someone in mind Ron?" Ask Dean who was sited with Seamus behind them.
"You could say so" He reply mysteriously "What about you, it's obvious that Seamus is going to ask Lavender, he's been drooling after her since the beginning of the year". Sure enough when they turned, they saw Seamus looking at Lavender with a transfixed expression.
"I may try Parvaty, dunno yet. What about you Harry, Cho perhaps?"
"No way! No after what she did to me last year. I been thinking about someone lately. but won't tell yet. Don't want' to spoil it"
"Come on mate" Ron said when Dean and Seamus where out of ear shot "Who are you going to invite? You can tell me."
"Only if you go first"
"OK, I was going to tell you anyway. but don't tell anybody. I found out that eeh, I've ehh been having feeling for eeehhh mmm eeeehhh Hermione" He said flushing furiously and glancing to his right, to make sure she hadn't heard.
"That's great man! For how long now have you been hiding this from me?"
"Since first year more or less"
"Hey! That's not fair! I though we were friends. I'll never let you do my hair anymore, I can't trust you now" He said mocking a girl argument.
"Well, you never told me you fancied Cho." he said pretending to be offended and laughing hysterically "OK, your turn"
"Just promise you won't get mad."
"Why would I get made, unless. Harry, do you want to go with Ginny?"
"Yeahp. Should I start running now?"
"No, that's great! If she has to go on dates, I suppose you are the best option, at least you won't hurt her"
Hermione hadn't said a word during the whole class, this wasn't new as she always paid much more attention to professors than the boys did; but today, she was only half listening to Professor McGonagall talking about human transforming into plants. She was to busy thinking about the ball, thinking about something she couldn't say out loud. She wasn't the only one.
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In the Slytherin common room, Draco Malfoy had just heard about the Mask Ball and was having trouble concentrating on anything else but it. He had gone with Pansy Parkinson to the Yule Ball and had a fairly good time; but had only asked her because his father told him to (the Parkinson's were friends of the family) and he hadn't wanted to ask anyone. Now, everything was different. He fancied a girl. After many sleepless nights he realized that what he felt for muggle-born, bushy haired, bookworm Hermione Granger was exactly the opposite of what he was supposed to feel.
Ever since she had shown him such courage and strength by kissing the serpent, he started to see her through different eyes. After two weeks of studying her, the way she spoke and moved, how she cared for her friends and helped them, the light in her eyes when she was passionate about something. She was a lovely creature, and he, Draco Malfoy, loved her.
Oh yeah, he loved her, and it was pointless. He had been such an asshole towards her and her friends all their lives. "Yeah. I'm pretty sure she loves me back" he though miserably.
He had to do something about it; he would burst if he didn't. He took a piece of paper and wrote:
|Hermione, | |What if the world as you knew it | |suddenly changed? | |What if the grass was blue and the sky | |green? | |What if the last thing that you though | |would ever | |happen, happened? How would you feel? | |That's how I feel. Would you ever | |understand? | |Would you ever feel the same? | | | |Someone who loves you in secret |
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Hermione was doing her potions essay when heard a "tap, tap" on the window. She looked up and there was a fancy grey owl with a letter addressed to her tied to its leg. Who was writing to her? Except for her parents, her other correspondents were all with her at Hogwarts, if they needed to tell her something, they just had to walk down to the common room; and again her parents didn't have an owl. This was weird.
But her surprise at receiving the letter was nothing compared to that when she read it.
A part of her was shocked, and needed to find out who that letter was from. The other part of her the less rational and more sensitive wanted to scream and giggle loudly. She had a secret admire.
"This is soooo romantic"
".and strange"
"Hey, don't spoil the moment; you haven't received such a romantic letter since Victor"
" yes, but all the same, you have to know who is it from, it could be a joke, yes probably is a joke"
"mmm, this isn't a good sign! I better go to bed before my inner voices take me to hospital"
She went upstairs still thinking about the letter, and when she started to drowse off, her sensitive part took control and she dreamed about a masked prince who came to rescue her in his white horse.. A blond, masked prince..
TO BE CONTINUE
A/N: OK, so. I know this chapter sucked! I'm kind of distracted. I promise next one would be much better. With a bit of romance inside it, at least.mmm and perhaps a bit of action?? You'll have to wait and see. But first please review. It's the only way to encourage me to continue with this story.
Chapter II: What if the World Changed?
It was Tuesdays, two weeks after Hermione's detention, what meant double Potions and double transfiguration. For the first time in their lives Harry, Ron and Hermione were kind of happy to see Snape back. Now at least, Draco wouldn't be able to give them detentions.
They were sited at their usual table at the back of the dungeon, the double period was nearly over; Ron and Harry, after giving Snape bottles full of their potion, were playing "hanged man" on a piece of parchment. Hermione looked at them and couldn't help but notice that, although she loved them very much, they were a bit immature for their age.
With a sigh, she looked around the class and saw something very odd, she had to jerk back her head again to make sure what she had seen: Draco was staring in her direction. He had been acting weirdly after the night in the dungeon; he had stopped throwing insults at her when he saw them. You couldn't say he was acting nicely towards Hermione, but his attitude towards her had been definitely different; and now this. What was going on?
"'Mione, C'mon. I don't want to be left alone in the room with Snape" Ron voice pulled Hermione out of her trance.
"What? Did the bell ring already?" She said looking confused
"Yes, like five minutes ago, where were you?" Harry added
"OH, just thinking about. some changes I have to make to my transfiguration essay." She lied quickly
"You'll never change 'Mione, that's why I lo-Like you" Ron said, his ears turning pink.
If Hermione hadn't been so busy gathering up her things into her school bag, she would have found it hard to concentrate during their next class; two boys she though she knew acting weirdly was too much, even for her.
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"Quiet please, I have an announcement to make" Professor McGonagall said as she entered the class. "As you know, next month is Hogwarts 125th anniversary, and to celebrate the occasion will we having a mask ball. As happened at the Yule Ball, it will be for fourth years onwards, although you may invite someone younger. May I remind you that is NOT an opportunity to loosen our respect for school rule and both professors and prefects will be controlling your behavior" she surveyed them all with a severe look and then said "Ok. Today we are going to start with human transfiguration."
A cloud of exited whispering filled the class when Professor McGonagall turned her back to it and started writing on the blackboard.
"Not another ball. The last one was a fiasco." Said Harry remembering what had happened two years previously.
"I had a good time" Answered Hermione distractedly coping down what McGonagall was writing.
"Mmm" Said Ron, clearly stopping himself from saying what he was thinking "It would be different this time, I'll make sure it will" He winked at Harry who didn't have the faintest idea what he meant by that.
"Have someone in mind Ron?" Ask Dean who was sited with Seamus behind them.
"You could say so" He reply mysteriously "What about you, it's obvious that Seamus is going to ask Lavender, he's been drooling after her since the beginning of the year". Sure enough when they turned, they saw Seamus looking at Lavender with a transfixed expression.
"I may try Parvaty, dunno yet. What about you Harry, Cho perhaps?"
"No way! No after what she did to me last year. I been thinking about someone lately. but won't tell yet. Don't want' to spoil it"
"Come on mate" Ron said when Dean and Seamus where out of ear shot "Who are you going to invite? You can tell me."
"Only if you go first"
"OK, I was going to tell you anyway. but don't tell anybody. I found out that eeh, I've ehh been having feeling for eeehhh mmm eeeehhh Hermione" He said flushing furiously and glancing to his right, to make sure she hadn't heard.
"That's great man! For how long now have you been hiding this from me?"
"Since first year more or less"
"Hey! That's not fair! I though we were friends. I'll never let you do my hair anymore, I can't trust you now" He said mocking a girl argument.
"Well, you never told me you fancied Cho." he said pretending to be offended and laughing hysterically "OK, your turn"
"Just promise you won't get mad."
"Why would I get made, unless. Harry, do you want to go with Ginny?"
"Yeahp. Should I start running now?"
"No, that's great! If she has to go on dates, I suppose you are the best option, at least you won't hurt her"
Hermione hadn't said a word during the whole class, this wasn't new as she always paid much more attention to professors than the boys did; but today, she was only half listening to Professor McGonagall talking about human transforming into plants. She was to busy thinking about the ball, thinking about something she couldn't say out loud. She wasn't the only one.
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In the Slytherin common room, Draco Malfoy had just heard about the Mask Ball and was having trouble concentrating on anything else but it. He had gone with Pansy Parkinson to the Yule Ball and had a fairly good time; but had only asked her because his father told him to (the Parkinson's were friends of the family) and he hadn't wanted to ask anyone. Now, everything was different. He fancied a girl. After many sleepless nights he realized that what he felt for muggle-born, bushy haired, bookworm Hermione Granger was exactly the opposite of what he was supposed to feel.
Ever since she had shown him such courage and strength by kissing the serpent, he started to see her through different eyes. After two weeks of studying her, the way she spoke and moved, how she cared for her friends and helped them, the light in her eyes when she was passionate about something. She was a lovely creature, and he, Draco Malfoy, loved her.
Oh yeah, he loved her, and it was pointless. He had been such an asshole towards her and her friends all their lives. "Yeah. I'm pretty sure she loves me back" he though miserably.
He had to do something about it; he would burst if he didn't. He took a piece of paper and wrote:
|Hermione, | |What if the world as you knew it | |suddenly changed? | |What if the grass was blue and the sky | |green? | |What if the last thing that you though | |would ever | |happen, happened? How would you feel? | |That's how I feel. Would you ever | |understand? | |Would you ever feel the same? | | | |Someone who loves you in secret |
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Hermione was doing her potions essay when heard a "tap, tap" on the window. She looked up and there was a fancy grey owl with a letter addressed to her tied to its leg. Who was writing to her? Except for her parents, her other correspondents were all with her at Hogwarts, if they needed to tell her something, they just had to walk down to the common room; and again her parents didn't have an owl. This was weird.
But her surprise at receiving the letter was nothing compared to that when she read it.
A part of her was shocked, and needed to find out who that letter was from. The other part of her the less rational and more sensitive wanted to scream and giggle loudly. She had a secret admire.
"This is soooo romantic"
".and strange"
"Hey, don't spoil the moment; you haven't received such a romantic letter since Victor"
" yes, but all the same, you have to know who is it from, it could be a joke, yes probably is a joke"
"mmm, this isn't a good sign! I better go to bed before my inner voices take me to hospital"
She went upstairs still thinking about the letter, and when she started to drowse off, her sensitive part took control and she dreamed about a masked prince who came to rescue her in his white horse.. A blond, masked prince..
TO BE CONTINUE
A/N: OK, so. I know this chapter sucked! I'm kind of distracted. I promise next one would be much better. With a bit of romance inside it, at least.mmm and perhaps a bit of action?? You'll have to wait and see. But first please review. It's the only way to encourage me to continue with this story.