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Kissing a Green and Silver Serpent: Chapter VIII
Just a Coincidence?
Ron and Hermione walked in together to the Common Rom, both smiling clearly fond of each other. Harry was sitting in their favorites armchairs by the fire.
"So, are my best friends a couple now?" He asked beaming at them
"No really" Said Hermione, "we've decided we love each other too much to ruin our friendship" she added hastily seeing Harry's disappointed face
But Harry still looked sad and confused so Ron said "Yeah, I had adopted her as my little sister, we are ok the way we are" he shrugged. Apparently the sight of them looking happy was enough for Harry, even if he didn't understood what they were talking about
"And talking about my little sister, I think you own me a conversation" Said Ron
And with that they retreated to a pair of armchairs at the back of the Common Room, talking in whispers. Hermione was halfway in her usual cry of "boys" when she remembered something.
"Malfoy's parchment, with all this I completely forgot to check whether his handwriting matched with my secret admirer's" She waved good night to her best friends and dashed up to her room; half a minute after she was on her bed, the hangings were shut and she was rummaging in her bag for two pieces of parchment: the letter and the one she had stolen from Malfoy.
"Lumos" she muttered to her wand. "There you are"
She stretched both pieces of parchment and put one next to the other, looking carefully at them. At first sight the handwritings didn't look the same; but Hermione wasn't disappointed, he would probably change his handwriting, so she started to check, letter after letter to find a clue that would tell her if they belonged to she same person.
"Nothing, it doesn't look as if it belonged to Malfoy. Well it's too neat to be from Crabbe or Goyle or from any of Malfoy's gang, (all of them are as thick as a troll). So I suppose I can accept the invitation then" She reasoned with himself.
She pulled the covers open and got inside them, feeling weird. She didn't realize at that moment, but the reason for her to be feeling that way was because a part of her had expected the letter to be from Malfoy..
That night she slept as she hadn't ever since the first letter had arrived, obviously he mind was in peace now she had arranged everything with Ron. Although it had presented her with a very strange dream in which she was sounded by roses and flouting masks. And when she awoke on Sunday morning, she found a bunch of crimson roses lying on her bed side table. No note, nothing indicating who they were from; however, Hermione had a shrewd idea who had sent them.
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Draco was again one of the first students to arrive at the Great Hall; he knew that Hermione usually awoke early to make best use of the library while it was empty, so he was hopping to get a chance to speak with her alone. He had intended the same yesterday, but Weasley had ruined his plan, but today something told him that today he would be alone.
And sure enough, a couple of minutes after he had finished reading the Daily Prophet, she was sitting at the Gryffindor table and unfolding her issue of the newspaper. She looked very beautiful, even when she was clearly worried about what she was reading. Weasley and Potter were nowhere to be seen, she was completely alone at the table, it was his opportunity to talk to her.
"Good Morning Hermione" He said in his most charming voice
She turned around, frowning "What is it Malfoy?"
"I just wanted to have a friendly chat"
"Yeah sure, you really think I buy that?" But her heart was beating fast, the Hall around them was dissolving
He sat down and smile at her "Listen, I know why you don't trust me. but I can't hurt you with all the teachers here, really I just want talk". He had a point there, and his eyes were so deep, she could see there were sincere and (she couldn't believe it) kind.
"Ok then, what is it that you want?" She tried to be rude, what her vice sounded as weak as her legs felt
"I just wanted to apologies for all the times I've been horrible to you, for being so stupid and because it has taken me so much to realize how beautiful you are, how perfect you are." His left hand was running down her hair and stop at her neck, his right hand was holding her by the waist, his eyes looking into hers. He was going to kiss her, and she couldn't step backward, she didn't want to, she.
Their lips were inches apart when a distance noise brought them back to reality, she looked around to see what had caused the noise (and if anybody had seen her, with Malfoy so close), there was nobody around, nor the source of the disturbance was to be seen. She turned to look at Malfoy; he was still there, smiling at her but in a disappointed way. He tried to speak again, but the connection was broken.
"Leave me alone Malfoy" She said before he had the chance to say anything.
Knowing it wouldn't be a wise move to discussed he got up, winked at her and left the Great Hall, leaving her alone with too many things to think about and no strength to do it.
She stayed there, staring at the bowl of cereal in front of her, but not really seeing it.
"I can't stand these things to happen anymore. What is wrong with him? What, in the name f heavens, is wrong with me?!?" And then, she noticed something, there was a crimson roe petal next to the where Malfoy had been.
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Draco entered the Slytherin Common Room smiling to himself, his plan had almost worked, he hadn't got to kiss her, but he knew by now that she had wanted him to. And she was sure to find the petal. In her note she had told him to wait till Monday to send the next letter, but she hadn't mentioned that he couldn't send presents. And with this though he grabbed a package from his school bag and went to the Owlery.
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Hermione didn't understand, she had got to the conclusion yesterday that Malfoy wasn't her secret admirer, but now he left behind him a petal from the roses she had been sent that very morning. Well perhaps it had been there from before Malfoy sat and she hadn't seen it. Perhaps it was just a coincidence. But Hermione had never believed in coincidences.
TO BE CONTINUE
A/N: Well, did you like it? Didn't you like it. Please tell me, I'm dying to know!! :0)
Disclaimer: I own nothing, you know!
Kissing a Green and Silver Serpent: Chapter VIII
Just a Coincidence?
Ron and Hermione walked in together to the Common Rom, both smiling clearly fond of each other. Harry was sitting in their favorites armchairs by the fire.
"So, are my best friends a couple now?" He asked beaming at them
"No really" Said Hermione, "we've decided we love each other too much to ruin our friendship" she added hastily seeing Harry's disappointed face
But Harry still looked sad and confused so Ron said "Yeah, I had adopted her as my little sister, we are ok the way we are" he shrugged. Apparently the sight of them looking happy was enough for Harry, even if he didn't understood what they were talking about
"And talking about my little sister, I think you own me a conversation" Said Ron
And with that they retreated to a pair of armchairs at the back of the Common Room, talking in whispers. Hermione was halfway in her usual cry of "boys" when she remembered something.
"Malfoy's parchment, with all this I completely forgot to check whether his handwriting matched with my secret admirer's" She waved good night to her best friends and dashed up to her room; half a minute after she was on her bed, the hangings were shut and she was rummaging in her bag for two pieces of parchment: the letter and the one she had stolen from Malfoy.
"Lumos" she muttered to her wand. "There you are"
She stretched both pieces of parchment and put one next to the other, looking carefully at them. At first sight the handwritings didn't look the same; but Hermione wasn't disappointed, he would probably change his handwriting, so she started to check, letter after letter to find a clue that would tell her if they belonged to she same person.
"Nothing, it doesn't look as if it belonged to Malfoy. Well it's too neat to be from Crabbe or Goyle or from any of Malfoy's gang, (all of them are as thick as a troll). So I suppose I can accept the invitation then" She reasoned with himself.
She pulled the covers open and got inside them, feeling weird. She didn't realize at that moment, but the reason for her to be feeling that way was because a part of her had expected the letter to be from Malfoy..
That night she slept as she hadn't ever since the first letter had arrived, obviously he mind was in peace now she had arranged everything with Ron. Although it had presented her with a very strange dream in which she was sounded by roses and flouting masks. And when she awoke on Sunday morning, she found a bunch of crimson roses lying on her bed side table. No note, nothing indicating who they were from; however, Hermione had a shrewd idea who had sent them.
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Draco was again one of the first students to arrive at the Great Hall; he knew that Hermione usually awoke early to make best use of the library while it was empty, so he was hopping to get a chance to speak with her alone. He had intended the same yesterday, but Weasley had ruined his plan, but today something told him that today he would be alone.
And sure enough, a couple of minutes after he had finished reading the Daily Prophet, she was sitting at the Gryffindor table and unfolding her issue of the newspaper. She looked very beautiful, even when she was clearly worried about what she was reading. Weasley and Potter were nowhere to be seen, she was completely alone at the table, it was his opportunity to talk to her.
"Good Morning Hermione" He said in his most charming voice
She turned around, frowning "What is it Malfoy?"
"I just wanted to have a friendly chat"
"Yeah sure, you really think I buy that?" But her heart was beating fast, the Hall around them was dissolving
He sat down and smile at her "Listen, I know why you don't trust me. but I can't hurt you with all the teachers here, really I just want talk". He had a point there, and his eyes were so deep, she could see there were sincere and (she couldn't believe it) kind.
"Ok then, what is it that you want?" She tried to be rude, what her vice sounded as weak as her legs felt
"I just wanted to apologies for all the times I've been horrible to you, for being so stupid and because it has taken me so much to realize how beautiful you are, how perfect you are." His left hand was running down her hair and stop at her neck, his right hand was holding her by the waist, his eyes looking into hers. He was going to kiss her, and she couldn't step backward, she didn't want to, she.
Their lips were inches apart when a distance noise brought them back to reality, she looked around to see what had caused the noise (and if anybody had seen her, with Malfoy so close), there was nobody around, nor the source of the disturbance was to be seen. She turned to look at Malfoy; he was still there, smiling at her but in a disappointed way. He tried to speak again, but the connection was broken.
"Leave me alone Malfoy" She said before he had the chance to say anything.
Knowing it wouldn't be a wise move to discussed he got up, winked at her and left the Great Hall, leaving her alone with too many things to think about and no strength to do it.
She stayed there, staring at the bowl of cereal in front of her, but not really seeing it.
"I can't stand these things to happen anymore. What is wrong with him? What, in the name f heavens, is wrong with me?!?" And then, she noticed something, there was a crimson roe petal next to the where Malfoy had been.
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Draco entered the Slytherin Common Room smiling to himself, his plan had almost worked, he hadn't got to kiss her, but he knew by now that she had wanted him to. And she was sure to find the petal. In her note she had told him to wait till Monday to send the next letter, but she hadn't mentioned that he couldn't send presents. And with this though he grabbed a package from his school bag and went to the Owlery.
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Hermione didn't understand, she had got to the conclusion yesterday that Malfoy wasn't her secret admirer, but now he left behind him a petal from the roses she had been sent that very morning. Well perhaps it had been there from before Malfoy sat and she hadn't seen it. Perhaps it was just a coincidence. But Hermione had never believed in coincidences.
TO BE CONTINUE
A/N: Well, did you like it? Didn't you like it. Please tell me, I'm dying to know!! :0)