(A/N: Once again to my faithful readers, thanks for reviewing! Hope you
enjoy this chapter!)
Disclaimer: I want to own Harry Potter, but then again don't we all?!
..and the story continues.
~*~*~*~*~*~ CHAPTER TWELVE:
After a hearty breakfast, Hermione Granger felt better about spending the next hour or so with Malfoy though she was purposely avoiding eye contact.
"Good morning Class" Professor Snape said.
"Good morning Professor" the class responded automatically
"Today we will continue with brewing the Tihaferdon potion as it will be ready tomorrow. I want to remind you all that the 3 foot report is due tomorrow as well." Snape concluded.
Feeling Draco's eyes but refusing to meet them she volunteered to get the supplies, hoping to escape his gaze. Her plan had successfully worked and he was now concentrated on the potion.
Hermione relaxed knowing that until he set the Potion to mix he wouldn't attempt conversation. But Malfoy's can be fairly unpredictable people, and it was probably a Malfoy moment because as soon as she came back with the supplies he eyed her carefully and said,
"So you didn't tell Weasel or Scar face huh?" Her eyebrows arched and she threw him a glare.
"I don't know what you're talking about" she said pretending as if she didn't
"You know perfectly well what I'm talking about" He replied coolly. "I'm talking about how you kissed me last night," Draco said, acting as if it were all her fault.
"How *I* kissed you last night?!" she said, probably a tad bit louder than intended "You were the one who kissed me!" Hermione said, making sure that she said it softer than the last time.
"Nice tactics Granger. Try to blame everything on others." He replied mocking her. But Hermione looked offended. "You were the one who got all sappy and hugged me" He stated the fact.
But Hermione didn't' know how to respond to that so in return she dumped the tablespoon of the pink liquid into the potion. Noticing how this bothered her, Draco dared to tease. "Or maybe you were just too attracted to my good looks and couldn't resist."
Fortunately this time, Hermione realized he was teasing and looked at his face. He had the trademark smirk that was threatening to turn into a smile, and a twinkle of delight in his eyes. And as much as it irritated Hermione, she somehow found it cute and amusing. She decided to play along and said
"I swear was there ever a time where you weren't obsessed with yourself"
Draco scrunched up his face as if he was thinking hard, grinned and said "hmm.Nope!"
At this, Hermione had to laugh. She was starting to get used to and like this Draco. Both becoming fully concentrated on the potion for the next few minutes, there was no more conversation.
Hermione couldn't help but think back to the night before. He had opened up to her and shared something personal. Hermione had never seen him so real before. She remembered her motherly instincts to comfort him, how he never fully released her from the hug, his eyes and how they had mesmerized her for the few moments before he brought his lips onto her own. She had wrapped her arms around his neck which had somewhat deepened the kiss. It had felt so right, so pure and wonderful. Hermione had gone out with both Harry and Ron before and kissed them but it had never felt like that. There was emotion behind it, but hidden emotion, which made the kiss so mysterious, so personal and secretive.
Hermione turned her attention to the blonde haired boy next to her. His silver, almost white hair was longer, and hung rather attractively in his face; His pale skin covering a muscled body from Quiddich; His thin lips, but most importantly, his gray eyes. Hermione could spend the whole day staring into those eyes and she felt like she could never fully know them. Clouded with emotion but hidden by some invisible wall, kept most people from understanding this different Draco. Draco, probably feeling Hermione's gaze, turned to face her.
~*~*~*~*
She'd been staring at him for quite a long time now, and Draco turned to face her as well. No words were spoken; their eyes seemed to say everything that needed to be said. He noticed everything about her as if never meeting her before.
Funny how that is, Draco thought. I can know someone for six years yet never really have a good look at them. Fate is kind of twisted in that sense.
He stared plainly at her deep, chocolate eyes, her rose colored lips, and her beautiful brown curls.
"Draco, what are we doing?" Hermione asked, breaking the silence
"So we're on a first name basis now huh Hermione?" Draco teased as he played with a curl of her hair
Hermione gently pushed his hand away and said, "You know what I mean" Draco sighed
"You tell me, I have no idea"
"Look, I think it's better if.if we don't see each other for a while alright?"
What?! The statement was like a slap in the face. C'mon Draco, It's not like you love her or anything. It was one kiss, that's all. And besides it's for the better cause her friends would kill you anyway.
"Yea sure, whatever" Draco replied coolly. The bell rang and he watched Hermione gather her things quickly, without looking at him, and leave with Pothead and Weasel. Draco slammed his fists onto the desk and slowly gathered his things.
Disclaimer: I want to own Harry Potter, but then again don't we all?!
..and the story continues.
~*~*~*~*~*~ CHAPTER TWELVE:
After a hearty breakfast, Hermione Granger felt better about spending the next hour or so with Malfoy though she was purposely avoiding eye contact.
"Good morning Class" Professor Snape said.
"Good morning Professor" the class responded automatically
"Today we will continue with brewing the Tihaferdon potion as it will be ready tomorrow. I want to remind you all that the 3 foot report is due tomorrow as well." Snape concluded.
Feeling Draco's eyes but refusing to meet them she volunteered to get the supplies, hoping to escape his gaze. Her plan had successfully worked and he was now concentrated on the potion.
Hermione relaxed knowing that until he set the Potion to mix he wouldn't attempt conversation. But Malfoy's can be fairly unpredictable people, and it was probably a Malfoy moment because as soon as she came back with the supplies he eyed her carefully and said,
"So you didn't tell Weasel or Scar face huh?" Her eyebrows arched and she threw him a glare.
"I don't know what you're talking about" she said pretending as if she didn't
"You know perfectly well what I'm talking about" He replied coolly. "I'm talking about how you kissed me last night," Draco said, acting as if it were all her fault.
"How *I* kissed you last night?!" she said, probably a tad bit louder than intended "You were the one who kissed me!" Hermione said, making sure that she said it softer than the last time.
"Nice tactics Granger. Try to blame everything on others." He replied mocking her. But Hermione looked offended. "You were the one who got all sappy and hugged me" He stated the fact.
But Hermione didn't' know how to respond to that so in return she dumped the tablespoon of the pink liquid into the potion. Noticing how this bothered her, Draco dared to tease. "Or maybe you were just too attracted to my good looks and couldn't resist."
Fortunately this time, Hermione realized he was teasing and looked at his face. He had the trademark smirk that was threatening to turn into a smile, and a twinkle of delight in his eyes. And as much as it irritated Hermione, she somehow found it cute and amusing. She decided to play along and said
"I swear was there ever a time where you weren't obsessed with yourself"
Draco scrunched up his face as if he was thinking hard, grinned and said "hmm.Nope!"
At this, Hermione had to laugh. She was starting to get used to and like this Draco. Both becoming fully concentrated on the potion for the next few minutes, there was no more conversation.
Hermione couldn't help but think back to the night before. He had opened up to her and shared something personal. Hermione had never seen him so real before. She remembered her motherly instincts to comfort him, how he never fully released her from the hug, his eyes and how they had mesmerized her for the few moments before he brought his lips onto her own. She had wrapped her arms around his neck which had somewhat deepened the kiss. It had felt so right, so pure and wonderful. Hermione had gone out with both Harry and Ron before and kissed them but it had never felt like that. There was emotion behind it, but hidden emotion, which made the kiss so mysterious, so personal and secretive.
Hermione turned her attention to the blonde haired boy next to her. His silver, almost white hair was longer, and hung rather attractively in his face; His pale skin covering a muscled body from Quiddich; His thin lips, but most importantly, his gray eyes. Hermione could spend the whole day staring into those eyes and she felt like she could never fully know them. Clouded with emotion but hidden by some invisible wall, kept most people from understanding this different Draco. Draco, probably feeling Hermione's gaze, turned to face her.
~*~*~*~*
She'd been staring at him for quite a long time now, and Draco turned to face her as well. No words were spoken; their eyes seemed to say everything that needed to be said. He noticed everything about her as if never meeting her before.
Funny how that is, Draco thought. I can know someone for six years yet never really have a good look at them. Fate is kind of twisted in that sense.
He stared plainly at her deep, chocolate eyes, her rose colored lips, and her beautiful brown curls.
"Draco, what are we doing?" Hermione asked, breaking the silence
"So we're on a first name basis now huh Hermione?" Draco teased as he played with a curl of her hair
Hermione gently pushed his hand away and said, "You know what I mean" Draco sighed
"You tell me, I have no idea"
"Look, I think it's better if.if we don't see each other for a while alright?"
What?! The statement was like a slap in the face. C'mon Draco, It's not like you love her or anything. It was one kiss, that's all. And besides it's for the better cause her friends would kill you anyway.
"Yea sure, whatever" Draco replied coolly. The bell rang and he watched Hermione gather her things quickly, without looking at him, and leave with Pothead and Weasel. Draco slammed his fists onto the desk and slowly gathered his things.