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"Hermione, want to work on homework?" Harry asked, instantly regretting it.
"Huh? What?" Hermione said looking dazed. "Did you say something Harry?"
"He asked if you would marry him," Ron replied, sniggering.
"Yes, sure..." Hermione said, waving her hand.
"Hermione, I'm going to leave my homework till the next before it's due. That ok with you?" Ron questioned.
"Do whatever you want, Ron. I'm not your keeper."
"Something is definitely wrong with Hermione," Ron said, and Harry nodded his head, agreeing.
Hermione sat up suddenly, no longer looking dazed. "I'm in the mood for a trip to the library. Either of you want to accompany me?" Without waiting for an answer, Hermione scrambled out of the common room, leaving her books behind her.
"She's going to look for Draco."
"Obviously."
"Are you worried?"
"I will be if she finds him."
*
"Been looking for me Hermione?" a male voice asked as Hermione entered the library.
Hermione let out a sigh of relief, she had found Malfoy. She could finally ask why he was following her, and then she could concentrate on my important things.
"Yes, I guess you could say I've been looking for you," Hermione answered.
Malfoy smirked. Maybe his speech yesterday had altered her opinion of him.
"Why are you being nice to me? Why are you following me? What are you up to? What do you want from met?"
"Because I want to be, I'm not following you, I'm up to nothing, and I just want your friendship."
Hermione snorted. "Yeah, right. And I'm the queen of England."
"Seriously Gra - Hermione," Draco said. "Give me a chance."
She shrugged. "Whatever. Got nothing to lose."
Draco smiled sinisterly. This wasn't so hard once you got the hang of it.
"But we have to study. I have a test in Charms tomorrow and I can't afford to do poorly."
They sat together at a table and quizzed each other on some of the spells they learned in Charms the past week. Draco kept moving closer to Hermione, and each time he did, she moved away.
"Isn't this nice?" he whispered in her ear. "Just the two of us together."
Draco reached out a hand to caress her face, but she moved away.
"You are hitting on me Malfoy!" Hermione shouted.
"Keep your voice down, Granger! I mean Hermione. This is a library you know!"
"What do you want from me, Malfoy?" Hermione hissed.
"Only the pleasure of your company."
"Well then stop making moves on me!" she said, gazing wearily at him.
Draco held his hands out in front of him. "I promise I won't make anymore moves on you."
Hermione just shrugged. She needed to study and this was the only place that wasn't crowded. The common room was always packed and annoyingly noisy. So that that left the library.
She began concentrating on her book, pushing Malfoy out of her mind. As much as she didn't want to admit it, the slightest touch from Malfoy flustered her, making it horribly difficult to pay attention.
"So, Hermione," Draco said sweetly. "Tell me about yourself."
"Shut up," Hermione snapped her eyes not leaving the textbook.
"Come on Granger...don't be like that!"
"Am I suppose to believe that you just want to get to know me better? What should I trust you Malfoy?"
"Hermione," Draco said. "At least be courteous enough to call me by my first name."
"Malfoy..." Hermione said in a warning tone. "I am trying to get some work done."
"If you call me by my first name whenever we talk, I'll tell you why I've been following you."
"Fine, Draco," Hermione said acidly. "So why have you been following me?"
"I like you Hermione." Draco brushed her hair out of her face, and leaned inward.
Hermione jumped up, startling Draco. "You are hitting on my AGAIN, Draco. And you promised!"
"Hermione, you should know that a Slytherin rarely keeps a promise."
"Oh yes, sorry," Hermione said. "I forgot you're not enough of a gentleman to keep a promise."
"Take that back Mudblood!" The words came tumbling out of Draco's mouth before he could stop them.
Hermione sent him a death glare and ran out of the library.
Malfoy cursed under his breath. "I can see Granger knows how to play hard to get..."
*
Malfoy entered the Slytherin common room, muttering. A group of first years were huddled at a table, studying, Crabbe and Goyle were sitting on a couch with a dazed look on their faces, and Pansy Parkinson was brushing her blonde hair, a smirk plastered on her face.
"Did you talk to her?" Pansy asked, rushing over towards Malfoy. She grabbed his robe and guided him to a forest green, leather couch.
"Yes."
"What did you say?"
Malfoy did not answer. He was watching a boy flirt with a girl. He was smiling and said something that made the girl giggle. The boy then asked the girl something, and she replied by flipping her brown hair and smiling sweetly. "Huh?" said Malfoy.
"I was asking you what you said to Granger," Pansy replied.
"Her name is Hermione!" Malfoy snapped, glaring at Pansy. Where did that come from?, he thought to himself.
Pansy's dark eyes narrowed. "Excuse me?"
"I said her name is Hermione!" Malfoy said, annoyed.
Pansy smiled. She reached out a pale hand and touched Draco's face. He winced, and barely restrained himself from smacking Pansy's hand.
"I hope that Mudblood doesn't replace me in your affections, Malfoy," Pansy said dangerously.
"You don't have a place in my affections!" Draco shouted. "Keep your filthy, pale hand away from me. Keep your filthy pale SELF away from me!"
He jumped off the couch and stormed out of the common room.
"How can I stay away from you Malfoy, when we are meant to be?" Pansy said.
*
Hermione sat in front of a mirror, brushing her bushy, brown hair. She stared in to space, thinking about a certain someone with steel gray eyes and slick, blonde hair.
"Stop thinking about him!" she scolded herself silently.
Hermione grabbed some lipstick (pink diamonds) and applied it her lips.
"What the heck am I doing?" she asked herself. "Why am I wearing makeup?"
"HERMIONE!" Ron bellowed. "Let's get to dinner before all the food is gone!"
Hermione sighed, and left the dormitory. She ran down the wooden stairs and met up with Ron and Harry.
"Why are you wearing makeup?" Ron inquired.
"I am a girl, aren't I? And girls wear makeup, don't they?" Hermione said grouchily.
"He didn't mean anything by it, Hermione," Harry reassured her.
Hermione smiled slightly at Harry, but her eyes were fixed on Ron. They left the common room and started walking to the Great Hall. Hermione noticed that Ron's face was pink, and he looked like he was trying to say something.
"Well, I got some good work done today!" Hermione said happily.
Harry grinned at her, shaking his head. "I can't see how you can study so much."
Hermione shrugged. I study because it's something I can do by myself, she thought.
"You look nice Hermione!" Ron blurted out. His face turned brick red and he looked at his shoelaces.
"Thanks Ron," Hermione said softly.
*
"Pass the cherry pie, Harry..."
"Ron!" Hermione said exasperated. "You have had enough desserts for one night."
"Shut it Hermione," Ron said, pudding oozing out of his mouth.
The Great Hall was slowly emptying. A huge variety of desserts lay before those who remained. Some, like Ron, ate as much as possible, while others, like Hermione, thought about things.
Hermione felt someone watching her, so she shifted uncomfortably. She had a feeling that if she turned around, there would be a pair of gray eyes watching her.
"Did you guys complete the Potions essay?" Hermione questioned, even though she already knew the answer.
"No," the two boys said in unison.
"Well you should get working on it!" Hermione said bossily.
"Hermione, you're making me loose my appetite," Ron said, shoving cherry pie in his face.
Hermione glared at him and stood up. "I'm done eating...so I'm going back to the common room. Lots of homework," she said distractedly.
She walked away, her bushy hair bouncing up and down.
Harry shook his head. "Not a very good liar, is she?"
"Homework!" Ron snorted. "I'd bet this last piece of cherry pie that's she has gone after Malfoy."
A/N: And chapter three has been completed! All hail Natsume! Umm, just kidding. I'm a bit sad, I haven't been getting a lot of reviews. Perhaps I need to write more. Anyway. I'm sorry for making Ron and Harry so protective in the first three chapters, I'll try and change that.
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"Hermione, want to work on homework?" Harry asked, instantly regretting it.
"Huh? What?" Hermione said looking dazed. "Did you say something Harry?"
"He asked if you would marry him," Ron replied, sniggering.
"Yes, sure..." Hermione said, waving her hand.
"Hermione, I'm going to leave my homework till the next before it's due. That ok with you?" Ron questioned.
"Do whatever you want, Ron. I'm not your keeper."
"Something is definitely wrong with Hermione," Ron said, and Harry nodded his head, agreeing.
Hermione sat up suddenly, no longer looking dazed. "I'm in the mood for a trip to the library. Either of you want to accompany me?" Without waiting for an answer, Hermione scrambled out of the common room, leaving her books behind her.
"She's going to look for Draco."
"Obviously."
"Are you worried?"
"I will be if she finds him."
*
"Been looking for me Hermione?" a male voice asked as Hermione entered the library.
Hermione let out a sigh of relief, she had found Malfoy. She could finally ask why he was following her, and then she could concentrate on my important things.
"Yes, I guess you could say I've been looking for you," Hermione answered.
Malfoy smirked. Maybe his speech yesterday had altered her opinion of him.
"Why are you being nice to me? Why are you following me? What are you up to? What do you want from met?"
"Because I want to be, I'm not following you, I'm up to nothing, and I just want your friendship."
Hermione snorted. "Yeah, right. And I'm the queen of England."
"Seriously Gra - Hermione," Draco said. "Give me a chance."
She shrugged. "Whatever. Got nothing to lose."
Draco smiled sinisterly. This wasn't so hard once you got the hang of it.
"But we have to study. I have a test in Charms tomorrow and I can't afford to do poorly."
They sat together at a table and quizzed each other on some of the spells they learned in Charms the past week. Draco kept moving closer to Hermione, and each time he did, she moved away.
"Isn't this nice?" he whispered in her ear. "Just the two of us together."
Draco reached out a hand to caress her face, but she moved away.
"You are hitting on me Malfoy!" Hermione shouted.
"Keep your voice down, Granger! I mean Hermione. This is a library you know!"
"What do you want from me, Malfoy?" Hermione hissed.
"Only the pleasure of your company."
"Well then stop making moves on me!" she said, gazing wearily at him.
Draco held his hands out in front of him. "I promise I won't make anymore moves on you."
Hermione just shrugged. She needed to study and this was the only place that wasn't crowded. The common room was always packed and annoyingly noisy. So that that left the library.
She began concentrating on her book, pushing Malfoy out of her mind. As much as she didn't want to admit it, the slightest touch from Malfoy flustered her, making it horribly difficult to pay attention.
"So, Hermione," Draco said sweetly. "Tell me about yourself."
"Shut up," Hermione snapped her eyes not leaving the textbook.
"Come on Granger...don't be like that!"
"Am I suppose to believe that you just want to get to know me better? What should I trust you Malfoy?"
"Hermione," Draco said. "At least be courteous enough to call me by my first name."
"Malfoy..." Hermione said in a warning tone. "I am trying to get some work done."
"If you call me by my first name whenever we talk, I'll tell you why I've been following you."
"Fine, Draco," Hermione said acidly. "So why have you been following me?"
"I like you Hermione." Draco brushed her hair out of her face, and leaned inward.
Hermione jumped up, startling Draco. "You are hitting on my AGAIN, Draco. And you promised!"
"Hermione, you should know that a Slytherin rarely keeps a promise."
"Oh yes, sorry," Hermione said. "I forgot you're not enough of a gentleman to keep a promise."
"Take that back Mudblood!" The words came tumbling out of Draco's mouth before he could stop them.
Hermione sent him a death glare and ran out of the library.
Malfoy cursed under his breath. "I can see Granger knows how to play hard to get..."
*
Malfoy entered the Slytherin common room, muttering. A group of first years were huddled at a table, studying, Crabbe and Goyle were sitting on a couch with a dazed look on their faces, and Pansy Parkinson was brushing her blonde hair, a smirk plastered on her face.
"Did you talk to her?" Pansy asked, rushing over towards Malfoy. She grabbed his robe and guided him to a forest green, leather couch.
"Yes."
"What did you say?"
Malfoy did not answer. He was watching a boy flirt with a girl. He was smiling and said something that made the girl giggle. The boy then asked the girl something, and she replied by flipping her brown hair and smiling sweetly. "Huh?" said Malfoy.
"I was asking you what you said to Granger," Pansy replied.
"Her name is Hermione!" Malfoy snapped, glaring at Pansy. Where did that come from?, he thought to himself.
Pansy's dark eyes narrowed. "Excuse me?"
"I said her name is Hermione!" Malfoy said, annoyed.
Pansy smiled. She reached out a pale hand and touched Draco's face. He winced, and barely restrained himself from smacking Pansy's hand.
"I hope that Mudblood doesn't replace me in your affections, Malfoy," Pansy said dangerously.
"You don't have a place in my affections!" Draco shouted. "Keep your filthy, pale hand away from me. Keep your filthy pale SELF away from me!"
He jumped off the couch and stormed out of the common room.
"How can I stay away from you Malfoy, when we are meant to be?" Pansy said.
*
Hermione sat in front of a mirror, brushing her bushy, brown hair. She stared in to space, thinking about a certain someone with steel gray eyes and slick, blonde hair.
"Stop thinking about him!" she scolded herself silently.
Hermione grabbed some lipstick (pink diamonds) and applied it her lips.
"What the heck am I doing?" she asked herself. "Why am I wearing makeup?"
"HERMIONE!" Ron bellowed. "Let's get to dinner before all the food is gone!"
Hermione sighed, and left the dormitory. She ran down the wooden stairs and met up with Ron and Harry.
"Why are you wearing makeup?" Ron inquired.
"I am a girl, aren't I? And girls wear makeup, don't they?" Hermione said grouchily.
"He didn't mean anything by it, Hermione," Harry reassured her.
Hermione smiled slightly at Harry, but her eyes were fixed on Ron. They left the common room and started walking to the Great Hall. Hermione noticed that Ron's face was pink, and he looked like he was trying to say something.
"Well, I got some good work done today!" Hermione said happily.
Harry grinned at her, shaking his head. "I can't see how you can study so much."
Hermione shrugged. I study because it's something I can do by myself, she thought.
"You look nice Hermione!" Ron blurted out. His face turned brick red and he looked at his shoelaces.
"Thanks Ron," Hermione said softly.
*
"Pass the cherry pie, Harry..."
"Ron!" Hermione said exasperated. "You have had enough desserts for one night."
"Shut it Hermione," Ron said, pudding oozing out of his mouth.
The Great Hall was slowly emptying. A huge variety of desserts lay before those who remained. Some, like Ron, ate as much as possible, while others, like Hermione, thought about things.
Hermione felt someone watching her, so she shifted uncomfortably. She had a feeling that if she turned around, there would be a pair of gray eyes watching her.
"Did you guys complete the Potions essay?" Hermione questioned, even though she already knew the answer.
"No," the two boys said in unison.
"Well you should get working on it!" Hermione said bossily.
"Hermione, you're making me loose my appetite," Ron said, shoving cherry pie in his face.
Hermione glared at him and stood up. "I'm done eating...so I'm going back to the common room. Lots of homework," she said distractedly.
She walked away, her bushy hair bouncing up and down.
Harry shook his head. "Not a very good liar, is she?"
"Homework!" Ron snorted. "I'd bet this last piece of cherry pie that's she has gone after Malfoy."
A/N: And chapter three has been completed! All hail Natsume! Umm, just kidding. I'm a bit sad, I haven't been getting a lot of reviews. Perhaps I need to write more. Anyway. I'm sorry for making Ron and Harry so protective in the first three chapters, I'll try and change that.
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