A/N: *weep* Yes, I know I've pulled a "Rowling" with this fic and I'm
sorry. I'm mainly trying to update now, mainly because I've been getting
mild threats to continue the story. //end sarcasm// I would sit here and
say that I'm busy with school or a job or something like that, but I
haven't been. So I'm going to stop sounding like an idiot and stop wasting
your time...on with the NEW chapter, damn it! *types furiously*
Disclaimer: I DIS the CLAIM of Harry PottER. (I'm sticking with this disclaimer, I think it rawks socks!)
*Last Chapter...*
"Alrigh', you two can go now."
Hermione and Draco whirled their heads around to see Hagrid standing at the edge of the forest. They both nodded, happy to get away from each other. Scrambling up, putting the Yarrows and the supplies away, they both left Hagrid's in a hurry. Hermione was walking ahead quickly, trying to put as much distance between her and Draco as possible. She was nervous with the way he had stared at her just a few minutes ago. She was used to glares, sneers, and name calling...but not being stared at or looked upon like that. To put it simple, it freaked her out. Almost at the doors, almost at the doors...hurry Hermione, hurry!
"Hermione!"
Too late. Damn it.
~Chapter Four~
"Piss off, Malfoy." Hermione literally cringed at the sound of her name being rolled off of his lips. She reached for the door handle, only being able to nudge it open slightly before a pale hand pushed it shut again.
"I'm not going to 'piss off' anytime soon." Draco said, blocking the entrance with his body and crossing her arms arrogantly. Hermione stared at him with her dead eyes again. "Oh, what's what's wrong now?" He was getting annoyed and nervous with the way she was looking at him like that. "Family pet get ran over by one of those...muggle contraptions?"
It happened so fast that he didn't have time to think or react, but the last thing he saw was Hermione's back walking through the darkened doorway. Draco picked himself up off of the dewy grass and headed through the castle doors, muttering evilly to himself.
***
It had been a week since Hermione had literally shoved Draco off of the school steps and onto the ground. He stayed away from her for a while, to let her cool down. He figured he must have said something to have triggered that sort of effect from her. Continuing to watch her like this from afar was no good. He didn't know why, but he wanted to know what happened. He needed to know and he didn't know why. It was driving him insane...even when he tried to ignore the fact that she was even in the same room. Always quiet, hardly ever raising her hand to answer any and every question like she did only a year ago, always that sad and dead look in her eyes, always seeming like she didn't care anymore. The only time he would ever hear her talk was with Potter, the Weasely's, or when someone started a conversation with her. Right now he was observing her helping Neville with a potion in Snape's dark classroom.
"No, no, Neville. You add diced boggle worm after the shredded mungswood bark," said Hermione gently to the obviously frightened chubby boy, while tying up her hair into a loose pony tail.
"O-oh! S-sorry, Hermione..." Hermione handed him the pre-measured shredded mungswood bark to Neville's shaking hand. He almost dumped it over until Hermione steadied his arm with her hand.
"Neville! You've got to be careful or you'll dump over the ingredients!" She said in a slightly panicked voice. Draco watched as he felt some sort of twinge in his chest when he saw Neville glance down at Hermione's hand on his arm, smiling nervously, and blushing at her.
"A-alright, Hermione." He grinned slightly and the shaking of his hands haulted to only a few twitches here and there. The rest of the time in class was pretty much uneventful, except when Snape deducted fifteen points from Gryffindor due to Harry and Ron whispering about something unimportant. Right before class was over, Snape decided to rear his greasy head and speak in a level and slightly monotone voice.
"Now, I expect each pair to have one vial of the potion we made today and bring it to my desk. Make sure you write the name of each person on the vial so they will get..." He trailed off for a moment and sneered at Hermione and gave her a double-take, "credit for their work. We will test these concoctions during our next class. Dismissed."
Students started filing out of the classroom quickly. Neville was right in front of Hermione when her bag bumped up against a chair and her belongings fell onto the floor. He turned around to help her, but she shooed him away.
"Don't worry, I can't do it by myself. Tell everyone I'll be to lunch in a couple of minutes, Neville! Thanks!"
The chubby boy grinned, nodded, and walked out the door. After all of her things were back safetly into her bag, she stood up and nearly fell down again. Snape was only a few inches away from her and the closeness was making her very nervous.
"Um...excuse me Proffesor. I have to go eat and study now." She looked up at him strangely when he just sneered and moved out of the way for her to walk by. Hermione shut the Potions classroom door behind her and glanced behind her to make sure Snape wasn't following her and was relieved when she saw that he wasn't. He was a bit freaky at times.
"You little git! I swear, if you even try to pull anything...even think about pulling anything--then I'll---"
Hermione quickly turned to corner to see Neville pinned up against the wall by Draco. Her mouth dropped in shock. She knew that even for Malfoy this was a bit surprising.
"What in the world are you doing!?" Hermione screeched, finally finding her voice. A pair of blue, terrorfied eyes and grey, furious eyes looked upon her in shock. Draco dropped Neville on the cold, stone floor and snorted in agitation. He glared down at Neville and totally ignored Hermione.
"Remember what I told you, you little squib," and then he was gone. Hermione helped Neville up and asked what had happened.
"Oh...n-nothing, Hermione. Nothing," and then Neville walked around the corner toward the Great Hall, leaving a very confused Hermione behind.
***
A/N: Yay! It's short, but better than nothing! And sorry for all those people who wanted "shagging" in this chapter, but I'm not doing any NC-17 rated stuff. I'm 17 years old and a virgin to the core (hasn't even kissed a guy/girl yet), so I'm not writing any lemons until I know what it's like for myself. :P Sorry, peoples.
Thanks to all who read and reviewed! Or just read, but was too lazy to review! Whoo!
pink_lemonade_86
Disclaimer: I DIS the CLAIM of Harry PottER. (I'm sticking with this disclaimer, I think it rawks socks!)
*Last Chapter...*
"Alrigh', you two can go now."
Hermione and Draco whirled their heads around to see Hagrid standing at the edge of the forest. They both nodded, happy to get away from each other. Scrambling up, putting the Yarrows and the supplies away, they both left Hagrid's in a hurry. Hermione was walking ahead quickly, trying to put as much distance between her and Draco as possible. She was nervous with the way he had stared at her just a few minutes ago. She was used to glares, sneers, and name calling...but not being stared at or looked upon like that. To put it simple, it freaked her out. Almost at the doors, almost at the doors...hurry Hermione, hurry!
"Hermione!"
Too late. Damn it.
~Chapter Four~
"Piss off, Malfoy." Hermione literally cringed at the sound of her name being rolled off of his lips. She reached for the door handle, only being able to nudge it open slightly before a pale hand pushed it shut again.
"I'm not going to 'piss off' anytime soon." Draco said, blocking the entrance with his body and crossing her arms arrogantly. Hermione stared at him with her dead eyes again. "Oh, what's what's wrong now?" He was getting annoyed and nervous with the way she was looking at him like that. "Family pet get ran over by one of those...muggle contraptions?"
It happened so fast that he didn't have time to think or react, but the last thing he saw was Hermione's back walking through the darkened doorway. Draco picked himself up off of the dewy grass and headed through the castle doors, muttering evilly to himself.
***
It had been a week since Hermione had literally shoved Draco off of the school steps and onto the ground. He stayed away from her for a while, to let her cool down. He figured he must have said something to have triggered that sort of effect from her. Continuing to watch her like this from afar was no good. He didn't know why, but he wanted to know what happened. He needed to know and he didn't know why. It was driving him insane...even when he tried to ignore the fact that she was even in the same room. Always quiet, hardly ever raising her hand to answer any and every question like she did only a year ago, always that sad and dead look in her eyes, always seeming like she didn't care anymore. The only time he would ever hear her talk was with Potter, the Weasely's, or when someone started a conversation with her. Right now he was observing her helping Neville with a potion in Snape's dark classroom.
"No, no, Neville. You add diced boggle worm after the shredded mungswood bark," said Hermione gently to the obviously frightened chubby boy, while tying up her hair into a loose pony tail.
"O-oh! S-sorry, Hermione..." Hermione handed him the pre-measured shredded mungswood bark to Neville's shaking hand. He almost dumped it over until Hermione steadied his arm with her hand.
"Neville! You've got to be careful or you'll dump over the ingredients!" She said in a slightly panicked voice. Draco watched as he felt some sort of twinge in his chest when he saw Neville glance down at Hermione's hand on his arm, smiling nervously, and blushing at her.
"A-alright, Hermione." He grinned slightly and the shaking of his hands haulted to only a few twitches here and there. The rest of the time in class was pretty much uneventful, except when Snape deducted fifteen points from Gryffindor due to Harry and Ron whispering about something unimportant. Right before class was over, Snape decided to rear his greasy head and speak in a level and slightly monotone voice.
"Now, I expect each pair to have one vial of the potion we made today and bring it to my desk. Make sure you write the name of each person on the vial so they will get..." He trailed off for a moment and sneered at Hermione and gave her a double-take, "credit for their work. We will test these concoctions during our next class. Dismissed."
Students started filing out of the classroom quickly. Neville was right in front of Hermione when her bag bumped up against a chair and her belongings fell onto the floor. He turned around to help her, but she shooed him away.
"Don't worry, I can't do it by myself. Tell everyone I'll be to lunch in a couple of minutes, Neville! Thanks!"
The chubby boy grinned, nodded, and walked out the door. After all of her things were back safetly into her bag, she stood up and nearly fell down again. Snape was only a few inches away from her and the closeness was making her very nervous.
"Um...excuse me Proffesor. I have to go eat and study now." She looked up at him strangely when he just sneered and moved out of the way for her to walk by. Hermione shut the Potions classroom door behind her and glanced behind her to make sure Snape wasn't following her and was relieved when she saw that he wasn't. He was a bit freaky at times.
"You little git! I swear, if you even try to pull anything...even think about pulling anything--then I'll---"
Hermione quickly turned to corner to see Neville pinned up against the wall by Draco. Her mouth dropped in shock. She knew that even for Malfoy this was a bit surprising.
"What in the world are you doing!?" Hermione screeched, finally finding her voice. A pair of blue, terrorfied eyes and grey, furious eyes looked upon her in shock. Draco dropped Neville on the cold, stone floor and snorted in agitation. He glared down at Neville and totally ignored Hermione.
"Remember what I told you, you little squib," and then he was gone. Hermione helped Neville up and asked what had happened.
"Oh...n-nothing, Hermione. Nothing," and then Neville walked around the corner toward the Great Hall, leaving a very confused Hermione behind.
***
A/N: Yay! It's short, but better than nothing! And sorry for all those people who wanted "shagging" in this chapter, but I'm not doing any NC-17 rated stuff. I'm 17 years old and a virgin to the core (hasn't even kissed a guy/girl yet), so I'm not writing any lemons until I know what it's like for myself. :P Sorry, peoples.
Thanks to all who read and reviewed! Or just read, but was too lazy to review! Whoo!
pink_lemonade_86