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Chapter Two
The snow began to fall more heavily on the grounds, and Hermione looked around the common room. She was alone. Besides two other fourth year Gryfinndors, Hermione was the only one in her house who decided to stay at school for break. Ever since last week, she found herself for the first time dreading the beginning of Christmas break. Spending her vacation with Malfoy was the last thing she wanted to do, but was the only way to make Harry's and Ron's last few months here tolerable.
She collected her Transfiguration notes and book, placed them in to her bag, and headed down to the Great Hall. Hermione spotted Malfoy alone, sitting at a table concentrating hard on whatever he was doing. He was good-looking, she had to give him that much. Over the past few years he let his platinum hair grow a little longer and fall loosely over his chiseled face. His constant Quidditch playing had made him fit, leaving him with a remarkable body. You could even tell through his robes that he had a nice stomach, one that could be compared fairly with a model's. He was tall, though a bit too thin and lanky for Hermione's taste, but she wasn't complaining. If all she had to do was look at him, she wouldn't mind Malfoy one bit, but actually having to talk with, and help him was something that Hermione wasn't looking forward to. He nodded his head in her direction, inviting her to come join him.
Malfoy saw Hermione making his way over to him. Self-consciously, he ran his fingers through his hair. As much as he hated to admit it, Hermione was beautiful. True, her hair hadn't improved much since the beginning of school, but everything else about her had. She dark brown eyes complemented her fair skin, and she had matured immensely over the summer. She had curves in all the right places, and was tall and slender. The greatest part about her though was she was completely unaware of her good looks. She still saw her self as the awkward, frizzy haired, big-toothed bookworm from their first year. However, Malfoy had noticed how boys looked at her now, and couldn't help but admit he did too. Placing her books on the table, he frantically shoved pieces of parchment in to his bag.
"Hiding something?" she asked Malfoy, who looked slightly embarrassed.
"Er, no... nothing. Lets just get started, shall we?"
"Yes, of course. So, at the beginning of chapter three we are dealing with the differences between..." But she trailed off, noticing two mugs of steaming hot cocoa right beside Malfoy, one with a dish of marshmallows sitting next it. "Is that for me?" Hermione asked curiously.
"Oh, yeah. But I wasn't sure if you liked marshmallows or not, so I, uh, didn't put them in." He looked down awkwardly.
Maybe I don't give Malfoy enough credit, she thought, thinking of his nice gesture. Malfoy had never said so much as a nice thing to her, and was now buying her hot cocoa. Suspiciously, to reached over and pulled the mug and dish towards her. After counting out exactly seven of the small marshmallows, she dropped them in to the mug. "Thank you," was all she managed to say.
"No problem. Seven, huh? Random I have to admit." Malfoy smirked, or was that a smile, Hermione couldn't tell.
"Ten is too much, and five isn't enough. Seven is perfect." Why she explained this to him, she didn't exactly know. Why he didn't make fun of her for it, she didn't know either.
"I use six." Hermione looked up at Malfoy and smiled.
* * * *
Hermione spent the next two hours with Malfoy trying to explain the differences in transfiguring mammals and non-mammals. She was surprised by his attentiveness in the lesson and noticed that he wasn't indignant when Hermione pointed out his mistakes, but instead thankful. Hermione was still suspicious about Malfoy's new chivalrous attitude towards her, and secretly thought, knowing Malfoy, he must have some hidden intension. However, she ignored her intuition.
Finally, mutually deciding that they needed a break, they both began to organize their things. "What are you up to for the rest of the day?" Malfoy asked his tutor, not looking up.
"Not exactly sure, Charms essay, I suppose. What about you?"
Malfoy didn't answer the question. "I am hungry, and its two hours until dinner. Want to sneak off to the kitchens?"
Surprised by the invite, Hermione agreed. This is much more appealing than my essay, she thought, despite her company.
They walked up the staircase and off in the direction of the portrait of the bowl of fruit in quiet conversation. When they finally reached the portrait, Hermione asked innocently, "Hey, are we allowed to be here?"
Hearing footsteps coming in their direction, Malfoy leaned in towards her (enough to make her slightly nervous and uncomfortable) and whispered, "No!" He grabbed her, pulled her in to the nearest room, and shut the door. Unfortunately, they stumbled in to an abandoned broom closet that was about the size of Hermione's trunk. Malfoy had to hold her tight against his chest in the dark, just so the door would close. She was so close to him she could feel his heart beat. Trying hard not to breathe loudly, she couldn't help but feel safe in his arms. She fit perfectly in them, and his grip on her didn't loosen until he was sure that the person walking by was a safe distance away. When he finally did let go of her, she did couldn't help but want to be back in his warm arms again. This is Malfoy you're talking about, Hermione! She had to keep reminding herself that.
"Close call," he said, relieved they weren't caught. "Still hungry?" he asked, not taking his eyes off her. It felt good holding her... damn it Draco, pull yourself together!
Feeling his eyes on her, she turned around to meet his gaze. "We didn't go through all that for nothing, now did we?" She tried to add a flip to her words, but she didn't think it sounded as she hoped.
"Guess not... well, it's over here, all you have to do is,"
"Tickle the pear," she finished for him. He looked over, impressed, offering her his hand as they climbed through the portrait hole.
* * * *
After eating their fill, and returning to the Great Hall to gather their things, Hermione began to walk away. She was nearing the door when Malfoy grabbed her arm.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Confused, Hermione looked back at Malfoy strangely. Laughing, Malfoy continued, "Dinner is in 20 minutes, since we just ate, I was thinking that we could do something else."
Without thinking, Hermione asked, "together?"
Malfoy answered, somewhat smiling, "Well, yeah, if that is okay with you."
Slightly embarrassed, Hermione recovered her cool, looked at Malfoy and smirked. "Depends on what you have in mind, Mr. Malfoy. I have work I could be doing, and well, if I don't like your offer, I may just have to tell you no."
Malfoy took her bag from her shoulder, and said, "Run up and change, we are going outside. Meet me here in 15 minutes."
"What if I don't want to go outside? Do I have a say in this?" Hermione smiled back at Malfoy's instructions as he softly pushed her towards the stairs.
"No," answered Malfoy simply.
Without saying another thing, Hermione walked off, and got changed. Up in her room, she looked in to the mirror. Taking some makeup out of her drawer, she began to apply it lightly, so Malfoy wouldn't notice it, but instead think it was natural. Putting a brush through her hair, she grabbed her scarf and cloak, forgetting her gloves.
Hermione noticed Malfoy leaning against the banister, waiting alone for her. He almost looked normal, she thought to herself, but too bad he was the equivalent of Satan. However, something made her think that that was an unfair statement. She hated to admit it, but Malfoy was being more pleasant to her, even if she didn't know why. It wasn't part of the deal for him to be nice to her too. Walking down the stairs, Malfoy saw Hermione, and his stomach lurched. Bloody hell, why does she have to be pretty, it would be so much easier if she weren't pretty. "Ready?"
"I guess so," answered Hermione, wrapping her cloak around herself and noticing he had a bag slung over his left shoulder. "What exactly do you have planned?"
"You'll see." His mischievous attitude enticed her, and she followed him out on to the grounds.
A/N: So that was chapter two! I hope you guys like it!! Please review! Chapter three will be up soon!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Harry Potter, but I wish I did!
Chapter Two
The snow began to fall more heavily on the grounds, and Hermione looked around the common room. She was alone. Besides two other fourth year Gryfinndors, Hermione was the only one in her house who decided to stay at school for break. Ever since last week, she found herself for the first time dreading the beginning of Christmas break. Spending her vacation with Malfoy was the last thing she wanted to do, but was the only way to make Harry's and Ron's last few months here tolerable.
She collected her Transfiguration notes and book, placed them in to her bag, and headed down to the Great Hall. Hermione spotted Malfoy alone, sitting at a table concentrating hard on whatever he was doing. He was good-looking, she had to give him that much. Over the past few years he let his platinum hair grow a little longer and fall loosely over his chiseled face. His constant Quidditch playing had made him fit, leaving him with a remarkable body. You could even tell through his robes that he had a nice stomach, one that could be compared fairly with a model's. He was tall, though a bit too thin and lanky for Hermione's taste, but she wasn't complaining. If all she had to do was look at him, she wouldn't mind Malfoy one bit, but actually having to talk with, and help him was something that Hermione wasn't looking forward to. He nodded his head in her direction, inviting her to come join him.
Malfoy saw Hermione making his way over to him. Self-consciously, he ran his fingers through his hair. As much as he hated to admit it, Hermione was beautiful. True, her hair hadn't improved much since the beginning of school, but everything else about her had. She dark brown eyes complemented her fair skin, and she had matured immensely over the summer. She had curves in all the right places, and was tall and slender. The greatest part about her though was she was completely unaware of her good looks. She still saw her self as the awkward, frizzy haired, big-toothed bookworm from their first year. However, Malfoy had noticed how boys looked at her now, and couldn't help but admit he did too. Placing her books on the table, he frantically shoved pieces of parchment in to his bag.
"Hiding something?" she asked Malfoy, who looked slightly embarrassed.
"Er, no... nothing. Lets just get started, shall we?"
"Yes, of course. So, at the beginning of chapter three we are dealing with the differences between..." But she trailed off, noticing two mugs of steaming hot cocoa right beside Malfoy, one with a dish of marshmallows sitting next it. "Is that for me?" Hermione asked curiously.
"Oh, yeah. But I wasn't sure if you liked marshmallows or not, so I, uh, didn't put them in." He looked down awkwardly.
Maybe I don't give Malfoy enough credit, she thought, thinking of his nice gesture. Malfoy had never said so much as a nice thing to her, and was now buying her hot cocoa. Suspiciously, to reached over and pulled the mug and dish towards her. After counting out exactly seven of the small marshmallows, she dropped them in to the mug. "Thank you," was all she managed to say.
"No problem. Seven, huh? Random I have to admit." Malfoy smirked, or was that a smile, Hermione couldn't tell.
"Ten is too much, and five isn't enough. Seven is perfect." Why she explained this to him, she didn't exactly know. Why he didn't make fun of her for it, she didn't know either.
"I use six." Hermione looked up at Malfoy and smiled.
* * * *
Hermione spent the next two hours with Malfoy trying to explain the differences in transfiguring mammals and non-mammals. She was surprised by his attentiveness in the lesson and noticed that he wasn't indignant when Hermione pointed out his mistakes, but instead thankful. Hermione was still suspicious about Malfoy's new chivalrous attitude towards her, and secretly thought, knowing Malfoy, he must have some hidden intension. However, she ignored her intuition.
Finally, mutually deciding that they needed a break, they both began to organize their things. "What are you up to for the rest of the day?" Malfoy asked his tutor, not looking up.
"Not exactly sure, Charms essay, I suppose. What about you?"
Malfoy didn't answer the question. "I am hungry, and its two hours until dinner. Want to sneak off to the kitchens?"
Surprised by the invite, Hermione agreed. This is much more appealing than my essay, she thought, despite her company.
They walked up the staircase and off in the direction of the portrait of the bowl of fruit in quiet conversation. When they finally reached the portrait, Hermione asked innocently, "Hey, are we allowed to be here?"
Hearing footsteps coming in their direction, Malfoy leaned in towards her (enough to make her slightly nervous and uncomfortable) and whispered, "No!" He grabbed her, pulled her in to the nearest room, and shut the door. Unfortunately, they stumbled in to an abandoned broom closet that was about the size of Hermione's trunk. Malfoy had to hold her tight against his chest in the dark, just so the door would close. She was so close to him she could feel his heart beat. Trying hard not to breathe loudly, she couldn't help but feel safe in his arms. She fit perfectly in them, and his grip on her didn't loosen until he was sure that the person walking by was a safe distance away. When he finally did let go of her, she did couldn't help but want to be back in his warm arms again. This is Malfoy you're talking about, Hermione! She had to keep reminding herself that.
"Close call," he said, relieved they weren't caught. "Still hungry?" he asked, not taking his eyes off her. It felt good holding her... damn it Draco, pull yourself together!
Feeling his eyes on her, she turned around to meet his gaze. "We didn't go through all that for nothing, now did we?" She tried to add a flip to her words, but she didn't think it sounded as she hoped.
"Guess not... well, it's over here, all you have to do is,"
"Tickle the pear," she finished for him. He looked over, impressed, offering her his hand as they climbed through the portrait hole.
* * * *
After eating their fill, and returning to the Great Hall to gather their things, Hermione began to walk away. She was nearing the door when Malfoy grabbed her arm.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Confused, Hermione looked back at Malfoy strangely. Laughing, Malfoy continued, "Dinner is in 20 minutes, since we just ate, I was thinking that we could do something else."
Without thinking, Hermione asked, "together?"
Malfoy answered, somewhat smiling, "Well, yeah, if that is okay with you."
Slightly embarrassed, Hermione recovered her cool, looked at Malfoy and smirked. "Depends on what you have in mind, Mr. Malfoy. I have work I could be doing, and well, if I don't like your offer, I may just have to tell you no."
Malfoy took her bag from her shoulder, and said, "Run up and change, we are going outside. Meet me here in 15 minutes."
"What if I don't want to go outside? Do I have a say in this?" Hermione smiled back at Malfoy's instructions as he softly pushed her towards the stairs.
"No," answered Malfoy simply.
Without saying another thing, Hermione walked off, and got changed. Up in her room, she looked in to the mirror. Taking some makeup out of her drawer, she began to apply it lightly, so Malfoy wouldn't notice it, but instead think it was natural. Putting a brush through her hair, she grabbed her scarf and cloak, forgetting her gloves.
Hermione noticed Malfoy leaning against the banister, waiting alone for her. He almost looked normal, she thought to herself, but too bad he was the equivalent of Satan. However, something made her think that that was an unfair statement. She hated to admit it, but Malfoy was being more pleasant to her, even if she didn't know why. It wasn't part of the deal for him to be nice to her too. Walking down the stairs, Malfoy saw Hermione, and his stomach lurched. Bloody hell, why does she have to be pretty, it would be so much easier if she weren't pretty. "Ready?"
"I guess so," answered Hermione, wrapping her cloak around herself and noticing he had a bag slung over his left shoulder. "What exactly do you have planned?"
"You'll see." His mischievous attitude enticed her, and she followed him out on to the grounds.
A/N: So that was chapter two! I hope you guys like it!! Please review! Chapter three will be up soon!
