This fanfic is dedicated to Fox McCoy and Awks
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Harry Potter
Chapter Four
Hermione woke up, made her bed, dressed, and went downstairs for breakfast. Approaching the Great Hall, she saw Malfoy standing outside the doors, as if waiting for something. He glanced up, and saw her walking towards him. "Oi! Granger!" She couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed when she heard 'Granger' instead of 'Hermione'.
"'Morning Malfoy." She said back, too tired to sound more enthusiastic.
"Are you mad at me or something? Yesterday, when you left, you kind of seemed upset."
"Malfoy, for the first time here at Hogwarts, I am not upset with you. That's why I left so suddenly." Hermione said this, barely even looking at Malfoy, then continued walking into the Great Hall for breakfast.
It's working! Malfoy thought, then ran after Hermione. "What was that supposed to mean? You're not mad at me, so you are mad at me?"
"I'm not mad, Malfoy. Just confused, and now hungry." She sounded frustrated and walked away from him again, liking the fact that she knew he would run after her. This time though, he grabbed her hand, and pulled her around to face him.
"Okay, I guess I can see that. But, you're not mad, right?" This won't work if she is mad at me! She can't be mad at me!
"No, Malfoy. I am not mad." Hermione replied. Why did he care so much if I was or wasn't mad? He never cared before. She looked down; he was still holding her hand. Malfoy sighed in relief. "I am going to go eat; I'll meet you here to study around eleven, okay?" She turned to leave, but he pulled on her hand again, drawing her in a little closer than before.
"How about the library? Its quieter and less people are there." Damn, I want to kiss her. She is so beautiful.
"Whatever you want. I meet you there then." This time she pulled her hand away from his, and walked away. Don't let yourself fall for him. It's Malfoy! But, Hermione feared she may just have already done that.
* * * *
At eleven Hermione walked into the library to find a quiet spot to start working, when she saw that Malfoy was already there. When he saw her, he quickly began to hide whatever he was working on again. "I still say you're hiding something from me," said Hermione as she reached his desk.
"Now, why would I do that?" Malfoy asked.
"Not sure, I was hoping you could tell me," Hermione smiled. Malfoy couldn't help but smile (though weakly) back at her.
They worked on the same topic they did yesterday, when Hermione remembered a good book that explained it very well. "Let me just remember where it is..." Hermione thought aloud to herself.
"What's it look like?" Malfoy said, coming up behind her.
Surprised that Malfoy followed her to the bookshelves, she said "Oh, it's, uh, red leather, gold embossed lettering on the spine." She answered. Filing through the books, Malfoy reached to pull one out, taking several other books along with it. "Smooth," was all Hermione said.
"Thanks," Malfoy said, blushing at his own clumsiness. Hermione knelt down besides him to help him with the books. Once they were all gathered, they stood up putting them all back on the shelves.
"Good news, at least you found it." Said Hermione, holding up a red leather book. Malfoy looked up at her, taking the book from her hands, carrying it for her back to their desk.
"Yeah, well..." replied Malfoy quietly. Why did I have to make such a mess? I must have looked like such an idiot!
"Hey, Malfoy?"
"Yeah." Malfoy turned around and focused all his attention on Hermione.
"Not that I am complaining, but..." She paused, and hesitated before continuing.
"Spit it out Granger."
"Why have you been nice to me? That wasn't part of the deal." Hermione finally said all in one breathe.
Flashing one of his rare smiles, he said, "Well, let's just say spending time with has proved its self less torturing that I had expected. But if you rather me be a prick, I'd be glad to."
Turning a brilliant shade of red, Hermione answered, "I don't mind it either. And no, I'd rather you this way." Malfoy hated to admit it, but was happy to hear Hermione say that, not because of his plan, but because he said what he meant.
* * * *
Sliding out of bed, only wanting to fall right back sleep, Malfoy began to get ready for the day. Walking grumpily over to the bathroom, he glanced into the mirror. Usually happy with what he saw, the past few days he found himself disgusted with his reflection. How could he go through with this plan? There has to be another way to get back at Potter, without hurting Hermi - Granger, damn it, in the process. What the hell is going on with me? Why do I care about Potter's number one, mudblood, fan? Malfoy was struggling with his personal decisions, while Hermione on the other side of the castle dealt with similar problems.
Searching for her mascara, Hermione couldn't help be think that she was going a bit crazy. It's Malfoy who you are going to see. It isn't as if you are going to be going on a date with Viktor, its tutoring with Malfoy. She paused to reflect for a moment on her brief, yet passionate relation with the famous Viktor Krum. She couldn't help but miss him just a little bit. And even so, she continued on thinking of Malfoy, he didn't see you in any other way besides an annoying, awkward, bookworm. Hell, he barely saw you as a witch; when he looks at you, he thinks 'fifthly mudblood'. Deciding that her feelings, if that is even what they were, for Malfoy were simply due to loneliness, she gave up on the mascara and left the Gryfinndor tower. She missed Ron and Harry, and Malfoy was the only one who she could talk to, let alone spend time with. It's just the loneliness, just that. It's nothing to get yourself all worked up about. She repeated this to herself while walking, as if trying to memorize it and convince herself, however, when she reached the library, and then their specific table, then finally Malfoy, she stopped and stared at him, forgetting everything she was thinking about before.
He was obviously unaware of her presence, and continued his work intensely. Hermione suddenly realized he was working on the same thing that he tried to hide from her every time they met for tutoring. Her curiosity got the better of her as she slowly and silently crept up behind, and attempted to peer over his shoulder. What she saw completely shocked her, and intrigued her at the same time. Looking down at a piece of paper, Hermione saw herself staring back at her. There, beautifully crafted, was a portrait, of Hermione. In the top right corner, written very small, was the word 'Forbidden'. She gasped as her eyes walked all over the paper, taking in every line, every shadow perfectly put in place. She was lying down, hair strewn wildly around her head, laughing. Not studying, not scolding Ron for once again asking to copy homework, not raising her hand anxiously in a classroom, but instead simply just laughing.
Hearing her gasp, Malfoy jumped and turned to face a shocked Hermione standing behind him. At first Malfoy turned a magnificent shade of red from his embarrassment, then his mortification transformed in to anger. "What the hell do you think your doing, mudblood!"
A/N: to my first reviewers Aileen (hah) and Chibi-elise: thanks so much guys!! Chapter 5 will be up soon!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Harry Potter
Chapter Four
Hermione woke up, made her bed, dressed, and went downstairs for breakfast. Approaching the Great Hall, she saw Malfoy standing outside the doors, as if waiting for something. He glanced up, and saw her walking towards him. "Oi! Granger!" She couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed when she heard 'Granger' instead of 'Hermione'.
"'Morning Malfoy." She said back, too tired to sound more enthusiastic.
"Are you mad at me or something? Yesterday, when you left, you kind of seemed upset."
"Malfoy, for the first time here at Hogwarts, I am not upset with you. That's why I left so suddenly." Hermione said this, barely even looking at Malfoy, then continued walking into the Great Hall for breakfast.
It's working! Malfoy thought, then ran after Hermione. "What was that supposed to mean? You're not mad at me, so you are mad at me?"
"I'm not mad, Malfoy. Just confused, and now hungry." She sounded frustrated and walked away from him again, liking the fact that she knew he would run after her. This time though, he grabbed her hand, and pulled her around to face him.
"Okay, I guess I can see that. But, you're not mad, right?" This won't work if she is mad at me! She can't be mad at me!
"No, Malfoy. I am not mad." Hermione replied. Why did he care so much if I was or wasn't mad? He never cared before. She looked down; he was still holding her hand. Malfoy sighed in relief. "I am going to go eat; I'll meet you here to study around eleven, okay?" She turned to leave, but he pulled on her hand again, drawing her in a little closer than before.
"How about the library? Its quieter and less people are there." Damn, I want to kiss her. She is so beautiful.
"Whatever you want. I meet you there then." This time she pulled her hand away from his, and walked away. Don't let yourself fall for him. It's Malfoy! But, Hermione feared she may just have already done that.
* * * *
At eleven Hermione walked into the library to find a quiet spot to start working, when she saw that Malfoy was already there. When he saw her, he quickly began to hide whatever he was working on again. "I still say you're hiding something from me," said Hermione as she reached his desk.
"Now, why would I do that?" Malfoy asked.
"Not sure, I was hoping you could tell me," Hermione smiled. Malfoy couldn't help but smile (though weakly) back at her.
They worked on the same topic they did yesterday, when Hermione remembered a good book that explained it very well. "Let me just remember where it is..." Hermione thought aloud to herself.
"What's it look like?" Malfoy said, coming up behind her.
Surprised that Malfoy followed her to the bookshelves, she said "Oh, it's, uh, red leather, gold embossed lettering on the spine." She answered. Filing through the books, Malfoy reached to pull one out, taking several other books along with it. "Smooth," was all Hermione said.
"Thanks," Malfoy said, blushing at his own clumsiness. Hermione knelt down besides him to help him with the books. Once they were all gathered, they stood up putting them all back on the shelves.
"Good news, at least you found it." Said Hermione, holding up a red leather book. Malfoy looked up at her, taking the book from her hands, carrying it for her back to their desk.
"Yeah, well..." replied Malfoy quietly. Why did I have to make such a mess? I must have looked like such an idiot!
"Hey, Malfoy?"
"Yeah." Malfoy turned around and focused all his attention on Hermione.
"Not that I am complaining, but..." She paused, and hesitated before continuing.
"Spit it out Granger."
"Why have you been nice to me? That wasn't part of the deal." Hermione finally said all in one breathe.
Flashing one of his rare smiles, he said, "Well, let's just say spending time with has proved its self less torturing that I had expected. But if you rather me be a prick, I'd be glad to."
Turning a brilliant shade of red, Hermione answered, "I don't mind it either. And no, I'd rather you this way." Malfoy hated to admit it, but was happy to hear Hermione say that, not because of his plan, but because he said what he meant.
* * * *
Sliding out of bed, only wanting to fall right back sleep, Malfoy began to get ready for the day. Walking grumpily over to the bathroom, he glanced into the mirror. Usually happy with what he saw, the past few days he found himself disgusted with his reflection. How could he go through with this plan? There has to be another way to get back at Potter, without hurting Hermi - Granger, damn it, in the process. What the hell is going on with me? Why do I care about Potter's number one, mudblood, fan? Malfoy was struggling with his personal decisions, while Hermione on the other side of the castle dealt with similar problems.
Searching for her mascara, Hermione couldn't help be think that she was going a bit crazy. It's Malfoy who you are going to see. It isn't as if you are going to be going on a date with Viktor, its tutoring with Malfoy. She paused to reflect for a moment on her brief, yet passionate relation with the famous Viktor Krum. She couldn't help but miss him just a little bit. And even so, she continued on thinking of Malfoy, he didn't see you in any other way besides an annoying, awkward, bookworm. Hell, he barely saw you as a witch; when he looks at you, he thinks 'fifthly mudblood'. Deciding that her feelings, if that is even what they were, for Malfoy were simply due to loneliness, she gave up on the mascara and left the Gryfinndor tower. She missed Ron and Harry, and Malfoy was the only one who she could talk to, let alone spend time with. It's just the loneliness, just that. It's nothing to get yourself all worked up about. She repeated this to herself while walking, as if trying to memorize it and convince herself, however, when she reached the library, and then their specific table, then finally Malfoy, she stopped and stared at him, forgetting everything she was thinking about before.
He was obviously unaware of her presence, and continued his work intensely. Hermione suddenly realized he was working on the same thing that he tried to hide from her every time they met for tutoring. Her curiosity got the better of her as she slowly and silently crept up behind, and attempted to peer over his shoulder. What she saw completely shocked her, and intrigued her at the same time. Looking down at a piece of paper, Hermione saw herself staring back at her. There, beautifully crafted, was a portrait, of Hermione. In the top right corner, written very small, was the word 'Forbidden'. She gasped as her eyes walked all over the paper, taking in every line, every shadow perfectly put in place. She was lying down, hair strewn wildly around her head, laughing. Not studying, not scolding Ron for once again asking to copy homework, not raising her hand anxiously in a classroom, but instead simply just laughing.
Hearing her gasp, Malfoy jumped and turned to face a shocked Hermione standing behind him. At first Malfoy turned a magnificent shade of red from his embarrassment, then his mortification transformed in to anger. "What the hell do you think your doing, mudblood!"
A/N: to my first reviewers Aileen (hah) and Chibi-elise: thanks so much guys!! Chapter 5 will be up soon!
