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a/n: hey, look, i'm so nice aren't i? hehehe... it's all for the sake of you readers you know, churning out 2 chapters a day. especially since i'm dead tired after my class outing!! lols... but i luv ya all so tt's enuf motivation. n i was thinking since it'll take at least two days b4 ya all c a new update (the handwritten-type-betaread process) i might as well update 2 chapters every time right? hehehehehhe!!
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disclaimer: i don't particularly wish that HP belongs to me, but i would love it if someone gives me Draco. (",)
CHAPTER FOUR: BAD TIMING
Draco couldn't help but smirk at the mudblood. The change of expressions on her face was amusing; first disbelief, then shock, then a certain calmness, as though she had convinced herself that it was not real. Well it was real all right, and it fitted perfectly with Draco's plans.
He couldn't believe his luck; McGonagall must have really run out of people to have paired him with Granger. Chuckling triumphantly to himself he was about to turn to Granger when the witch spoke up again.
"You may take the rest of this period to discuss your project. I'm distributing the instruction package to you, read and follow the instructions carefully. The experiment included in this project is rather dangerous and I hope the safety precautions are lodged in your mind."
Draco took the package from McGonagall and smirked at her last words. Well Longbottom will be sure to mess up this time. Poor, poor Pansy.
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Hermione was in shock. Oh, no, scratch that. More like she was lamenting over the unfairness of life. Why Malfoy? Why him? She wouldn't have minded that much if she and Ron and Harry were still a happy trio, honestly, because at least then she will be able to make a joke out of this whole thing with her close friends. But now! Bad timing. Bad, bad timing. She was upset enough without Malfoy in the picture, now she had to put up with him too? Hermione grimaced.
"Hey Hermione, you wanna start doing this project or what?" Malfoy asked beside her, and Hermione groaned. Why was Malfoy being so nice? Then she recalled that leer she had gotten from him the previous day in the bathroom. Oh no. This whole niceness is just part of his plan huh?
She took the package out of his hands gingerly, careful not to come in any contact with him whatsoever. Suddenly she felt so tired; so weary of everything, so weary of life itself. What's all this grudge thing for? She asked herself, then realised the pointlessness of the question. Nothing, in fact, nothing. Malfoy and I weren't even enemies to begin with; he had picked on me because I was one of Harry's best friends. And that mudblood thing, he's just finding another insult to hurl at me. It's not like he's so bad to Justin, or Colin, is he? So why the hostility between us? I know I know, he's cold towards everyone, but I'm just so plain tired of having to come up with a witty retort every time he insults me. And this project! We will never be able to do it well if we continue to be so hateful towards each other will we?
Hermione fumbled with the roll of parchment, her mind still whirling away. Well since he's acting nice, and yes I know acting is the emphasis here but that's better than nothing, I might as well be nice and polite to him too. McGonagall's right, we shouldn't forsake our marks just because we can't get along with each other.
With that Hermione reached a resolution; she would try to be as nice to Malfoy as nice as possible. And hell, since he was calling her by her name, she might as well do that too.
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It was rather late in the evening; the hallway to the Gryffindor Tower was almost deserted. Must be in their dormitories, Hermione thought as she trudged up the stairs leading to the portrait of the Fat Lady. In her arms she carried a stack of Transfiguration Research books from the library. During the lesson she had read the package once and she had a rough idea as to what to do.
Arriving at the top of the stairs she smiled at the Fat Lady before saying, "Marshmallow Delight" (a/n, sorry for putting this here, juz can't think of a suitable password!) in a loud and clear voice. The Fat Lady waved back before swinging open to reveal the Gryffindor Common Room.
Hermione squeezed past the entrance; with five heavy encyclopedias in her arms it wasn't easy to go through the hole. She was about to set them on the glass table near the fireplace when she noticed that she wasn't the only person in the room.
Ron. That girl.
Hermione felt a stab of pain in the region of her heart; she ignored it and cleared her throat gruffly. Hoping against all odds that the couple would stop their lovefest so that she could go to her dorm without puking, Hermione started tapping her foot impatiently.
Finally, finally the duo on the plush red sofa acknowledged her presence.
Hermione walked stiffly to her room. She was not going to give Ron the satisfaction of seeing her cry.
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Stupid McGonagall.
It was just before dinner; McGonagall had *ambushed* him outside the Slytherin tower. "Would you mind passing this to Miss Granger, Mr Malfoy?" he mimicked silently. "Maybe both of you can start talking about your project as well."
Heavens above! He did want to try *charming* Granger, but walking all the way from the Slytherin Dungeons to the Gryffindor Tower just to pass something McGonagall had for Granger? He wasn't a messenger, for Merlin's sake!
Wearily he reached the Gryffindor hallway. Since he hadn't any password and there wasn't any Gryffindor in sight he resigned himself to leaning against the wall. Hopefully she hasn't gone dinner yet. He thought irritably. A Malfoy NEVER waits for anyone; I don't see why MudBlood's an exception. Stupid McGonagall.
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Hermione was NOT going to stay in her room. Ron and that girl had gone back to snogging once she disappeared from their view and she was very sick of their sucking-face sounds. Honestly, couldn't they go into a room or what? She felt like pounding on the wall and screaming for them to shut the hell up (a/n, see, Mione-n-Draco4ever, i used ure idea!! =)) but then that wouldn't be Hermion-ish and she didn't want Ron to see her that way. She didn't want Ron to ever know how much he had affected her; how much he had hurt her. And she was definitely NOT going to break down in front of them.
Easing her door open she stepped out cautiously. Hell they might as well be doing *that*, she thought disdainfully. So engrossed were they with each other that neither had spotted her and she wanted it to remain that way. Uncontrollably the tears had started to stream their way down her cheeks and she wiped at it but it was a futile attempt. They just kept coming and it was all she could do not to start shrieking at the top of her lungs.
I might as well go to the Prefect's Bathroom to wash up, she decided. Going to the Hall with puffy eyes and red nose? Definitely no. At least in the Prefect's Bathroom she would be able to cry. Alone. Alone with her pain and sorrow.
She was in such a hurry that she left the portrait hanging open behind her. The previously amiable Fat Lady was shouting at her but she ignored her. Well they might as well let the whole world see them so intimate with each other, she thought bitterly, running down the stairs two steps at a time. She didn't even care if she fell; tears were misting her vision but she couldn't be bothered to wipe them away.
I hate Ron. I hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate HATE HIM!
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Draco watched as the Gryffindor mudblood rushed her way down the long flight of stairs from the Gryffindor Common Room. She was in tears, he noted unfeelingly. Looking past her he saw the portrait open and he could make out slightly the form of a redheaded boy and a girl entwined together on the couch. Well I'm sure brilliant at deductions, he thought. Then deliberately stepped right into Granger's path.
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Oof.
Hermione almost lost her balance, but she didn't. Wobbling a bit she glared up at the person she had bumped into.
Oh no. Not Malfoy again?
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[JaE sPeAkInG]
yeps... here's the 4th chapter!!! ::claps for moiself:: lolz... so how dya find it, once again? i dun really haf much to say right now, since i'm posting chap3 and chap4 at the same time which means that i haf no way of predicting the reviews for chap3 and therefore i cannot reply. god m i making sense? aniwae if anione of u wanna be in mi update grp juz leave me ure email add!!
ahhz... here's my replies to the three reviews i got in such a short time =):
V-chan: thnks a lot, and yeah, i'm DYING to be in Hermione's shoes!!! hahaha...
Vanyaria Darkshadow: yeah, me too, i hope this chapter is not too long... it felt awfully long when i wrote it lolz
Paypay: yeehaw!! chapter4 up, lolz...
Once again, pls R&R!
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a/n: hey, look, i'm so nice aren't i? hehehe... it's all for the sake of you readers you know, churning out 2 chapters a day. especially since i'm dead tired after my class outing!! lols... but i luv ya all so tt's enuf motivation. n i was thinking since it'll take at least two days b4 ya all c a new update (the handwritten-type-betaread process) i might as well update 2 chapters every time right? hehehehehhe!!
-=[ THANKS LOADS TO SPIKA for BETA-READING!!! ]=-
disclaimer: i don't particularly wish that HP belongs to me, but i would love it if someone gives me Draco. (",)
CHAPTER FOUR: BAD TIMING
Draco couldn't help but smirk at the mudblood. The change of expressions on her face was amusing; first disbelief, then shock, then a certain calmness, as though she had convinced herself that it was not real. Well it was real all right, and it fitted perfectly with Draco's plans.
He couldn't believe his luck; McGonagall must have really run out of people to have paired him with Granger. Chuckling triumphantly to himself he was about to turn to Granger when the witch spoke up again.
"You may take the rest of this period to discuss your project. I'm distributing the instruction package to you, read and follow the instructions carefully. The experiment included in this project is rather dangerous and I hope the safety precautions are lodged in your mind."
Draco took the package from McGonagall and smirked at her last words. Well Longbottom will be sure to mess up this time. Poor, poor Pansy.
*
Hermione was in shock. Oh, no, scratch that. More like she was lamenting over the unfairness of life. Why Malfoy? Why him? She wouldn't have minded that much if she and Ron and Harry were still a happy trio, honestly, because at least then she will be able to make a joke out of this whole thing with her close friends. But now! Bad timing. Bad, bad timing. She was upset enough without Malfoy in the picture, now she had to put up with him too? Hermione grimaced.
"Hey Hermione, you wanna start doing this project or what?" Malfoy asked beside her, and Hermione groaned. Why was Malfoy being so nice? Then she recalled that leer she had gotten from him the previous day in the bathroom. Oh no. This whole niceness is just part of his plan huh?
She took the package out of his hands gingerly, careful not to come in any contact with him whatsoever. Suddenly she felt so tired; so weary of everything, so weary of life itself. What's all this grudge thing for? She asked herself, then realised the pointlessness of the question. Nothing, in fact, nothing. Malfoy and I weren't even enemies to begin with; he had picked on me because I was one of Harry's best friends. And that mudblood thing, he's just finding another insult to hurl at me. It's not like he's so bad to Justin, or Colin, is he? So why the hostility between us? I know I know, he's cold towards everyone, but I'm just so plain tired of having to come up with a witty retort every time he insults me. And this project! We will never be able to do it well if we continue to be so hateful towards each other will we?
Hermione fumbled with the roll of parchment, her mind still whirling away. Well since he's acting nice, and yes I know acting is the emphasis here but that's better than nothing, I might as well be nice and polite to him too. McGonagall's right, we shouldn't forsake our marks just because we can't get along with each other.
With that Hermione reached a resolution; she would try to be as nice to Malfoy as nice as possible. And hell, since he was calling her by her name, she might as well do that too.
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It was rather late in the evening; the hallway to the Gryffindor Tower was almost deserted. Must be in their dormitories, Hermione thought as she trudged up the stairs leading to the portrait of the Fat Lady. In her arms she carried a stack of Transfiguration Research books from the library. During the lesson she had read the package once and she had a rough idea as to what to do.
Arriving at the top of the stairs she smiled at the Fat Lady before saying, "Marshmallow Delight" (a/n, sorry for putting this here, juz can't think of a suitable password!) in a loud and clear voice. The Fat Lady waved back before swinging open to reveal the Gryffindor Common Room.
Hermione squeezed past the entrance; with five heavy encyclopedias in her arms it wasn't easy to go through the hole. She was about to set them on the glass table near the fireplace when she noticed that she wasn't the only person in the room.
Ron. That girl.
Hermione felt a stab of pain in the region of her heart; she ignored it and cleared her throat gruffly. Hoping against all odds that the couple would stop their lovefest so that she could go to her dorm without puking, Hermione started tapping her foot impatiently.
Finally, finally the duo on the plush red sofa acknowledged her presence.
Hermione walked stiffly to her room. She was not going to give Ron the satisfaction of seeing her cry.
*
Stupid McGonagall.
It was just before dinner; McGonagall had *ambushed* him outside the Slytherin tower. "Would you mind passing this to Miss Granger, Mr Malfoy?" he mimicked silently. "Maybe both of you can start talking about your project as well."
Heavens above! He did want to try *charming* Granger, but walking all the way from the Slytherin Dungeons to the Gryffindor Tower just to pass something McGonagall had for Granger? He wasn't a messenger, for Merlin's sake!
Wearily he reached the Gryffindor hallway. Since he hadn't any password and there wasn't any Gryffindor in sight he resigned himself to leaning against the wall. Hopefully she hasn't gone dinner yet. He thought irritably. A Malfoy NEVER waits for anyone; I don't see why MudBlood's an exception. Stupid McGonagall.
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Hermione was NOT going to stay in her room. Ron and that girl had gone back to snogging once she disappeared from their view and she was very sick of their sucking-face sounds. Honestly, couldn't they go into a room or what? She felt like pounding on the wall and screaming for them to shut the hell up (a/n, see, Mione-n-Draco4ever, i used ure idea!! =)) but then that wouldn't be Hermion-ish and she didn't want Ron to see her that way. She didn't want Ron to ever know how much he had affected her; how much he had hurt her. And she was definitely NOT going to break down in front of them.
Easing her door open she stepped out cautiously. Hell they might as well be doing *that*, she thought disdainfully. So engrossed were they with each other that neither had spotted her and she wanted it to remain that way. Uncontrollably the tears had started to stream their way down her cheeks and she wiped at it but it was a futile attempt. They just kept coming and it was all she could do not to start shrieking at the top of her lungs.
I might as well go to the Prefect's Bathroom to wash up, she decided. Going to the Hall with puffy eyes and red nose? Definitely no. At least in the Prefect's Bathroom she would be able to cry. Alone. Alone with her pain and sorrow.
She was in such a hurry that she left the portrait hanging open behind her. The previously amiable Fat Lady was shouting at her but she ignored her. Well they might as well let the whole world see them so intimate with each other, she thought bitterly, running down the stairs two steps at a time. She didn't even care if she fell; tears were misting her vision but she couldn't be bothered to wipe them away.
I hate Ron. I hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate HATE HIM!
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Draco watched as the Gryffindor mudblood rushed her way down the long flight of stairs from the Gryffindor Common Room. She was in tears, he noted unfeelingly. Looking past her he saw the portrait open and he could make out slightly the form of a redheaded boy and a girl entwined together on the couch. Well I'm sure brilliant at deductions, he thought. Then deliberately stepped right into Granger's path.
*
Oof.
Hermione almost lost her balance, but she didn't. Wobbling a bit she glared up at the person she had bumped into.
Oh no. Not Malfoy again?
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[JaE sPeAkInG]
yeps... here's the 4th chapter!!! ::claps for moiself:: lolz... so how dya find it, once again? i dun really haf much to say right now, since i'm posting chap3 and chap4 at the same time which means that i haf no way of predicting the reviews for chap3 and therefore i cannot reply. god m i making sense? aniwae if anione of u wanna be in mi update grp juz leave me ure email add!!
ahhz... here's my replies to the three reviews i got in such a short time =):
V-chan: thnks a lot, and yeah, i'm DYING to be in Hermione's shoes!!! hahaha...
Vanyaria Darkshadow: yeah, me too, i hope this chapter is not too long... it felt awfully long when i wrote it lolz
Paypay: yeehaw!! chapter4 up, lolz...
Once again, pls R&R!
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