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Hermione ran a hand through her soft, brown hair. She had looked all over the place for him, but he wasn't anywhere to be seen. Approaching a dark corridor, a thought suddenly struck her.
"Why am I looking for him?" she muttered, turning the corner.
"Because you love me."
"Malfoy?" Hermione asked, amazed.
And sure enough, there he was. Blending in to the shadow, leaning against the wall, wearing his signature smirk
"I don't love you!" Hermione snapped. "I hardly even know. But..." she said, looking uncomfortable.
"Let me guess. You want to get to know me," Draco finished for her. He was completely surprised that Hermione had walked around the school searching for him.
"It wouldn't hurt."
"What wouldn't hurt?"
"Getting to know you. I mean, nothing bad is going to happen, right?"
If only she knew! Draco thought. She has no idea what I'm going to do to her.
"Nothing bad is going to happen," Draco lied to reassure her. "Why don't we have breakfast tomorrow?"
"I always eat breakfast," Hermione said stiffly.
"Together. Eat breakfast together."
"You are coming on far too fast, Malfoy. We hardly even know each other and you are trying to get me to go with you. I will eat breakfast when I please, wherever I please, with whom I please," Hermione stated.
"Calm down Hermione!" Draco said. He reached out a hand to touch her cheek, but Hermione backed away quickly.
"I'll see you later, Malfoy," she said. Hermione noted that Draco looked disappointed every time she called him by his surname.
*
Pansy sat on a comfortable green couch, talking to Millicent about her plan.
"Sounds brilliant, Pansy," Millicent said in a deep, boyish voice. "But what if it backfires?"
Pansy examined her clearly painted fingernails, not quite paying attention. She pulled her medium-length blonde hair into a ponytail and turned back to Millicent.
"What did you say?" Pansy inquired. She frowned at Millicent mousy brown hair, which looked like it hadn't been brushed in weeks. Her robes had dirt smudges on them...
"What if your plan backfires?" Millicent repeated.
Pansy let out a hyena-like laugh. "Backfire? How could it backfire?" she said, acting as though it was nothing, but deep down, she was worried.
"What if Draco falls in love? He may forget the bet, and try to live happily ever after with that mudblood."
Pansy laughed again, feeling like her old self. The worry vanished; Millicent obviously hadn't put a lot of thought into her assumption.
"One: Draco cannot and will not fall in love. His heart does not allow love, and even if it did, Draco would not. Two: Draco does not believe is living happily ever after. Three: It would not be POSSIBLE for him to live happily ever after because if he tries to get out of the bet, I think I'll see to it that Mr. Malfoy knows what his son has been up to."
"You're the boss," Millicent replied, shrugging.
"Besides, Draco belongs to me. And if that mudblood gets in the way, she'll regret it."
*
Hermione sat in the Great Hall, sandwiched between Ron and Harry. She looked at both of them, Ron stuffing muffins in his mouth, and Harry slurping up his soup.
Then, without thinking, she looked over at Malfoy. He was smiling at something Millicent said, and then he turned and saw Hermione staring. He winked, and motioned for her to join him. Hermione shook her head emphatically and turned back to her food.
"Something's up with you and Malfoy," Ron said, between gulps.
"You noticed," Hermione said dryly.
"'Course we noticed! We are your best friends!" Harry said, smiling.
"So what is there between you two? You going to start going out?" Ron asked. Although he tried to say it like he didn't care, Hermione heard the jealousy in his voice.
"Me? Go out with Malfoy?" Hermione said, disgusted. "I think NOT."
"Then why is he always following you?"
"Why don't you go ask him yourself?" Hermione snapped, and left the Great Hall.
"I think it's time we paid dear old Malfoy a visit," Harry said.
"Look! There he is!" Ron shouted through his ham and cheese sandwich.
"Let's go!" Harry said urgently.
Ron looked at all the food left on the table. "Go on without me Harry, I've got to have a bit more lunch..."
"RON!"
"Alright, alright!" Ron said; staring longingly at the assortment of pies that had just appeared.
Harry and Ron watched closely as Malfoy followed Hermione. The two sprinted out of the Great Hall, hot on Malfoy's tail.
"Malfoy!" Harry said lightly. "We'd like a word."
Malfoy cursed under his breath. The last thing he wanted was Potter and Weasley getting involved.
"Make it fast, Potter," Malfoy said acidly. "I haven't got all day."
"We want to know what's up between you and Hermione."
"That mudblood?!" Malfoy sound, pretending to be ticked. "Nothing is going on between us. At least, nothing you two need to be concerned about."
"Don't call her a mudblood!" Ron shouted angrily.
"Sticking up for her, are you?" Malfoy whispered.
"Yeah, I am! I really car-!"
Harry elbowed Ron in the ribs to get him to shut up. "We both care about her. She's our best friend. So leave her alone."
"I'll do as I please, Potter. If I want to talk to the mudblood, that's none of your business."
"That's it! Petrificus -!" Ron shouted.
Harry lunged for Ron and held him back. Ron struggled and tried to break out of Harry's grasp, but couldn't.
"Calm down Ron," Harry muttered.
"Well, if that's it, I'll be going," Malfoy said and began to walk away.
When Malfoy was out of sight, Harry reluctantly let go of Ron.
"I'll kill him!" Ron spat. "Calling her a mudblood...he acts like it's her name!"
"Killing him won't do any good," Harry said, sighing. "We can't stop him. But if Hermione says he's done anything to her..."
"Then we'll kill him," Ron said, his eyes blazing.
"Agreed."
*
"She looks...pretty when she's asleep," Draco said softly. He was looking at Hermione, who had fallen asleep in the library. Her face looked serene as it lay on the open book. Her head rested on her slender arms, and she looked so...peaceful.
Draco smiled as an idea began to form in his mind. He gently lifted Hermione, wrapped her arms around his neck, and sat down in her seat.
"God, she is light!" Draco said.
Hermione stirred and she cuddled closer to Malfoy. She did not know who it was, but she liked the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around her, and the feeling of his warmth.
Draco brought his face close to Hermione's, so close he could feel her warm breath. He brushed his lips against hers, caressed her face, and then pretended to be reading.
Hermione shuddered in her sleep. Whoever kissed her had sent a jolt through her whole body and she liked the feeling.
"Huh - who's there?" Hermione asked groggily. She rubbed her eyes and gasped when Draco Malfoy's face came into view.
"YOU...!" she sputtered.
Draco smiled sweetly. "Don't you remember? We were studying and you fell asleep in my lap."
Hermione's mouth fell open. Did she really fall asleep on his lap?
"You're kidding!" Hermione said uncertainly. "I would do no such thing!"
"Think what you want, 'Mione," Draco said lazily. "But you know you enjoyed that kiss."
"I DID NOT!" Hermione retorted. To prove her point, she wiped her mouth on her sleeve.
Draco did not seem fazed. He shrugged his broad shoulders. "Is it easy living in denial, 'Mione?"
"Call me my proper name!" Hermione said, trying not to blush. Every time Draco spoke her nickname she became horribly flustered.
"'Mione, 'Mione, 'Mione!" Draco said teasingly.
Hermione blushed. "I - uhh - well, why - did you - err -..."
"Why did I kiss you?" Draco asked softly.
Hermione nodded, not trusting herself to speak.
"Seemed like the right thing to do," Draco said thoughtfully.
"Oh. I see. It's right to kiss me when I'm sleeping so I can't tell you to stop?" Hermione inquired bitterly.
Draco reached out and touched her smooth, tan, cheek. "If you had been awake, would you of told me to stop?"
"No," Hermione replied quietly.
"Besides, it was a three second kiss. Not like the kisses we'll be sharing later," Draco said evilly.
"Who said I'm ever going to kiss you again?" Hermione snapped.
"I said," Malfoy whispered
Hermione felt arms enclose around her, and then felt a pair of lips on her own. She closed her eyes; happy that Malfoy had his arms around her, otherwise she would have fainted.
It took Hermione a minute to remember that this was Malfoy she was kissing. Malfoy!
"I can't do this!" she whispered fearfully. Hermione pushed Malfoy back, and ran out of the library in tears.
*
Hermione collapsed on her bed, tears rolling down her cheeks. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying, and her heart felt like it was torn in half.
She couldn't fall in love with Malfoy. It wouldn't work! Ron and Harry would hate her and Malfoy would expect her to become a supporter of Lord Voldemort. But, she felt a connection with Draco, a connection she felt with no other.
*
"Want some dinner Hermione?" Harry asked, concerned. Every since she had left the Great Hall at lunch, Hermione seemed...different. Distant. Far away.
Call me 'Mione, Harry! 'Mione, she thought to herself, Not Hermione, it's 'Mione!"
"No, I'm not hungry," Hermione said flatly.
Ron put down the book he was pretending to read. "Did something happen between you and Malfoy?"
Hermione blushed slightly, hoping the boys couldn't tell, but they could.
"Come on Hermione!" Harry chided. "We're best friends. Tell us."
"Well..." Hermione said slowly.
"Yes?" Harry and Ron said eagerly.
"We kissed," Hermione said softly.
Harry's mouth dropped open. Ron looked livid.
"YOU KISSED MALFOY?!" Ron bellowed.
A/N: *smile* Chapter 4 is done! *dances* You guys aren't reviewing...:P Anyway, being the idiot I am, I was wondering why I can never find my fanfic when I click on books Harry Potter. I search and search for it but I can never come across it. Anyone know why? KEEP REVIEWING.
Hermione ran a hand through her soft, brown hair. She had looked all over the place for him, but he wasn't anywhere to be seen. Approaching a dark corridor, a thought suddenly struck her.
"Why am I looking for him?" she muttered, turning the corner.
"Because you love me."
"Malfoy?" Hermione asked, amazed.
And sure enough, there he was. Blending in to the shadow, leaning against the wall, wearing his signature smirk
"I don't love you!" Hermione snapped. "I hardly even know. But..." she said, looking uncomfortable.
"Let me guess. You want to get to know me," Draco finished for her. He was completely surprised that Hermione had walked around the school searching for him.
"It wouldn't hurt."
"What wouldn't hurt?"
"Getting to know you. I mean, nothing bad is going to happen, right?"
If only she knew! Draco thought. She has no idea what I'm going to do to her.
"Nothing bad is going to happen," Draco lied to reassure her. "Why don't we have breakfast tomorrow?"
"I always eat breakfast," Hermione said stiffly.
"Together. Eat breakfast together."
"You are coming on far too fast, Malfoy. We hardly even know each other and you are trying to get me to go with you. I will eat breakfast when I please, wherever I please, with whom I please," Hermione stated.
"Calm down Hermione!" Draco said. He reached out a hand to touch her cheek, but Hermione backed away quickly.
"I'll see you later, Malfoy," she said. Hermione noted that Draco looked disappointed every time she called him by his surname.
*
Pansy sat on a comfortable green couch, talking to Millicent about her plan.
"Sounds brilliant, Pansy," Millicent said in a deep, boyish voice. "But what if it backfires?"
Pansy examined her clearly painted fingernails, not quite paying attention. She pulled her medium-length blonde hair into a ponytail and turned back to Millicent.
"What did you say?" Pansy inquired. She frowned at Millicent mousy brown hair, which looked like it hadn't been brushed in weeks. Her robes had dirt smudges on them...
"What if your plan backfires?" Millicent repeated.
Pansy let out a hyena-like laugh. "Backfire? How could it backfire?" she said, acting as though it was nothing, but deep down, she was worried.
"What if Draco falls in love? He may forget the bet, and try to live happily ever after with that mudblood."
Pansy laughed again, feeling like her old self. The worry vanished; Millicent obviously hadn't put a lot of thought into her assumption.
"One: Draco cannot and will not fall in love. His heart does not allow love, and even if it did, Draco would not. Two: Draco does not believe is living happily ever after. Three: It would not be POSSIBLE for him to live happily ever after because if he tries to get out of the bet, I think I'll see to it that Mr. Malfoy knows what his son has been up to."
"You're the boss," Millicent replied, shrugging.
"Besides, Draco belongs to me. And if that mudblood gets in the way, she'll regret it."
*
Hermione sat in the Great Hall, sandwiched between Ron and Harry. She looked at both of them, Ron stuffing muffins in his mouth, and Harry slurping up his soup.
Then, without thinking, she looked over at Malfoy. He was smiling at something Millicent said, and then he turned and saw Hermione staring. He winked, and motioned for her to join him. Hermione shook her head emphatically and turned back to her food.
"Something's up with you and Malfoy," Ron said, between gulps.
"You noticed," Hermione said dryly.
"'Course we noticed! We are your best friends!" Harry said, smiling.
"So what is there between you two? You going to start going out?" Ron asked. Although he tried to say it like he didn't care, Hermione heard the jealousy in his voice.
"Me? Go out with Malfoy?" Hermione said, disgusted. "I think NOT."
"Then why is he always following you?"
"Why don't you go ask him yourself?" Hermione snapped, and left the Great Hall.
"I think it's time we paid dear old Malfoy a visit," Harry said.
"Look! There he is!" Ron shouted through his ham and cheese sandwich.
"Let's go!" Harry said urgently.
Ron looked at all the food left on the table. "Go on without me Harry, I've got to have a bit more lunch..."
"RON!"
"Alright, alright!" Ron said; staring longingly at the assortment of pies that had just appeared.
Harry and Ron watched closely as Malfoy followed Hermione. The two sprinted out of the Great Hall, hot on Malfoy's tail.
"Malfoy!" Harry said lightly. "We'd like a word."
Malfoy cursed under his breath. The last thing he wanted was Potter and Weasley getting involved.
"Make it fast, Potter," Malfoy said acidly. "I haven't got all day."
"We want to know what's up between you and Hermione."
"That mudblood?!" Malfoy sound, pretending to be ticked. "Nothing is going on between us. At least, nothing you two need to be concerned about."
"Don't call her a mudblood!" Ron shouted angrily.
"Sticking up for her, are you?" Malfoy whispered.
"Yeah, I am! I really car-!"
Harry elbowed Ron in the ribs to get him to shut up. "We both care about her. She's our best friend. So leave her alone."
"I'll do as I please, Potter. If I want to talk to the mudblood, that's none of your business."
"That's it! Petrificus -!" Ron shouted.
Harry lunged for Ron and held him back. Ron struggled and tried to break out of Harry's grasp, but couldn't.
"Calm down Ron," Harry muttered.
"Well, if that's it, I'll be going," Malfoy said and began to walk away.
When Malfoy was out of sight, Harry reluctantly let go of Ron.
"I'll kill him!" Ron spat. "Calling her a mudblood...he acts like it's her name!"
"Killing him won't do any good," Harry said, sighing. "We can't stop him. But if Hermione says he's done anything to her..."
"Then we'll kill him," Ron said, his eyes blazing.
"Agreed."
*
"She looks...pretty when she's asleep," Draco said softly. He was looking at Hermione, who had fallen asleep in the library. Her face looked serene as it lay on the open book. Her head rested on her slender arms, and she looked so...peaceful.
Draco smiled as an idea began to form in his mind. He gently lifted Hermione, wrapped her arms around his neck, and sat down in her seat.
"God, she is light!" Draco said.
Hermione stirred and she cuddled closer to Malfoy. She did not know who it was, but she liked the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around her, and the feeling of his warmth.
Draco brought his face close to Hermione's, so close he could feel her warm breath. He brushed his lips against hers, caressed her face, and then pretended to be reading.
Hermione shuddered in her sleep. Whoever kissed her had sent a jolt through her whole body and she liked the feeling.
"Huh - who's there?" Hermione asked groggily. She rubbed her eyes and gasped when Draco Malfoy's face came into view.
"YOU...!" she sputtered.
Draco smiled sweetly. "Don't you remember? We were studying and you fell asleep in my lap."
Hermione's mouth fell open. Did she really fall asleep on his lap?
"You're kidding!" Hermione said uncertainly. "I would do no such thing!"
"Think what you want, 'Mione," Draco said lazily. "But you know you enjoyed that kiss."
"I DID NOT!" Hermione retorted. To prove her point, she wiped her mouth on her sleeve.
Draco did not seem fazed. He shrugged his broad shoulders. "Is it easy living in denial, 'Mione?"
"Call me my proper name!" Hermione said, trying not to blush. Every time Draco spoke her nickname she became horribly flustered.
"'Mione, 'Mione, 'Mione!" Draco said teasingly.
Hermione blushed. "I - uhh - well, why - did you - err -..."
"Why did I kiss you?" Draco asked softly.
Hermione nodded, not trusting herself to speak.
"Seemed like the right thing to do," Draco said thoughtfully.
"Oh. I see. It's right to kiss me when I'm sleeping so I can't tell you to stop?" Hermione inquired bitterly.
Draco reached out and touched her smooth, tan, cheek. "If you had been awake, would you of told me to stop?"
"No," Hermione replied quietly.
"Besides, it was a three second kiss. Not like the kisses we'll be sharing later," Draco said evilly.
"Who said I'm ever going to kiss you again?" Hermione snapped.
"I said," Malfoy whispered
Hermione felt arms enclose around her, and then felt a pair of lips on her own. She closed her eyes; happy that Malfoy had his arms around her, otherwise she would have fainted.
It took Hermione a minute to remember that this was Malfoy she was kissing. Malfoy!
"I can't do this!" she whispered fearfully. Hermione pushed Malfoy back, and ran out of the library in tears.
*
Hermione collapsed on her bed, tears rolling down her cheeks. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying, and her heart felt like it was torn in half.
She couldn't fall in love with Malfoy. It wouldn't work! Ron and Harry would hate her and Malfoy would expect her to become a supporter of Lord Voldemort. But, she felt a connection with Draco, a connection she felt with no other.
*
"Want some dinner Hermione?" Harry asked, concerned. Every since she had left the Great Hall at lunch, Hermione seemed...different. Distant. Far away.
Call me 'Mione, Harry! 'Mione, she thought to herself, Not Hermione, it's 'Mione!"
"No, I'm not hungry," Hermione said flatly.
Ron put down the book he was pretending to read. "Did something happen between you and Malfoy?"
Hermione blushed slightly, hoping the boys couldn't tell, but they could.
"Come on Hermione!" Harry chided. "We're best friends. Tell us."
"Well..." Hermione said slowly.
"Yes?" Harry and Ron said eagerly.
"We kissed," Hermione said softly.
Harry's mouth dropped open. Ron looked livid.
"YOU KISSED MALFOY?!" Ron bellowed.
A/N: *smile* Chapter 4 is done! *dances* You guys aren't reviewing...:P Anyway, being the idiot I am, I was wondering why I can never find my fanfic when I click on books Harry Potter. I search and search for it but I can never come across it. Anyone know why? KEEP REVIEWING.