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A/N: Thanks FirePyro (thanks for so many reviews!), Grated Cheese, tinkerbell-06 (ahah yes in neon pink boxers), Fluff (i 3 your fic), Sylvan Tears, ShE wHo EaTs To MuCh for reviewing.
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Chapter 8 - A Realization!
Draco stealthily tiptoed into the Hospital Wing, making sure no one saw him. How was he to explain this situation to anyone? Creeping around sick people with a plate of frog legs? He quickly scanned the room for a sign of Hermione. Neville was tossing around in his bed, flailing his arms around and sputtering. Must be something in that poison. He saw Hermione sitting upright, reading a Geometry textbook.
"Hermione?" Draco began shyly, "I've got -"
"Shut up, eh?! I'm learning about parallel lines," Hermione said distractedly.
Draco gasped. How dare she talk to him like that? Like he didn't even matter? Why, he was risking so much just to bring her the damn legs.
"Fine, don't thank me," Draco said angrily, tossing the plate on her nightstand. He turned around, attempting to leave.
Hermione grabbed his hand.
"Heehee," grinned Draco, "you're holding my hand. Heehee."
"Er, yeah I am. Anyway, what are the frog legs for?"
"To... eat...?"
"Yes I KNOW they are to eat, but WHY?"
"Well obviously if you're hungry you eat..."
"I KNOW WHY I WOULD EAT!"
"So there you go."
"Gaaahhh! You are SO frustrating!" screamed Hermione.
"Oh my... I think I should leave now..." Draco said, eyes wide.
"Yes I think that may be a good idea!"
With that Hermione took the plate and started chucking the legs at him, while he ran out, cursing and waving his arms about.
It was Transfiguration, and the class was trying to change their birds into leaves. It was quite disgusting, and everyone had to wear hats to not get pooped on. A few exchange students had come to visit for awhile.
Ron was concentrating hard on trying to hold his bird down and to change it.
"Mm... Aimes-tu Britney Spears?" asked the exchange student next to him, obviously from Beauxbatons.
"No ..." answered Ron, not really knowing what she had said.
"Oh. Then you are stupid. Just like your face," she replied, cringing from the lame insult.
Ron's eyes widened and brimmed with tears. He gasped and ran out the door, sobbing. He ran into Draco, who was still mad about the whole Hermione thing. Ron, sobbing uncontrollably, clung on to Draco and bawled on his shoulder.
"Oof - ah, er..."
*Sob sob sob*
"Uh, Weasley, get off me - augh stop clawing at my back - stop stop - "
But Ron wouldn't let go.
Meanwhile, Hermione, all cured from her poisoning, walked down the hall. She saw Ron clinging to Draco. She gasped.
"Uh... you guys?" she called out tentatively, not wanting to spoil their *moment*.
Draco whirled around. "Granger! It's not as it seems!"
"Yes it is yes it is!" bawled Ron, in a state of dilusion.
Hermione walked away. That was shocking.
A/N: Thanks FirePyro (thanks for so many reviews!), Grated Cheese, tinkerbell-06 (ahah yes in neon pink boxers), Fluff (i 3 your fic), Sylvan Tears, ShE wHo EaTs To MuCh for reviewing.
*****
Chapter 8 - A Realization!
Draco stealthily tiptoed into the Hospital Wing, making sure no one saw him. How was he to explain this situation to anyone? Creeping around sick people with a plate of frog legs? He quickly scanned the room for a sign of Hermione. Neville was tossing around in his bed, flailing his arms around and sputtering. Must be something in that poison. He saw Hermione sitting upright, reading a Geometry textbook.
"Hermione?" Draco began shyly, "I've got -"
"Shut up, eh?! I'm learning about parallel lines," Hermione said distractedly.
Draco gasped. How dare she talk to him like that? Like he didn't even matter? Why, he was risking so much just to bring her the damn legs.
"Fine, don't thank me," Draco said angrily, tossing the plate on her nightstand. He turned around, attempting to leave.
Hermione grabbed his hand.
"Heehee," grinned Draco, "you're holding my hand. Heehee."
"Er, yeah I am. Anyway, what are the frog legs for?"
"To... eat...?"
"Yes I KNOW they are to eat, but WHY?"
"Well obviously if you're hungry you eat..."
"I KNOW WHY I WOULD EAT!"
"So there you go."
"Gaaahhh! You are SO frustrating!" screamed Hermione.
"Oh my... I think I should leave now..." Draco said, eyes wide.
"Yes I think that may be a good idea!"
With that Hermione took the plate and started chucking the legs at him, while he ran out, cursing and waving his arms about.
It was Transfiguration, and the class was trying to change their birds into leaves. It was quite disgusting, and everyone had to wear hats to not get pooped on. A few exchange students had come to visit for awhile.
Ron was concentrating hard on trying to hold his bird down and to change it.
"Mm... Aimes-tu Britney Spears?" asked the exchange student next to him, obviously from Beauxbatons.
"No ..." answered Ron, not really knowing what she had said.
"Oh. Then you are stupid. Just like your face," she replied, cringing from the lame insult.
Ron's eyes widened and brimmed with tears. He gasped and ran out the door, sobbing. He ran into Draco, who was still mad about the whole Hermione thing. Ron, sobbing uncontrollably, clung on to Draco and bawled on his shoulder.
"Oof - ah, er..."
*Sob sob sob*
"Uh, Weasley, get off me - augh stop clawing at my back - stop stop - "
But Ron wouldn't let go.
Meanwhile, Hermione, all cured from her poisoning, walked down the hall. She saw Ron clinging to Draco. She gasped.
"Uh... you guys?" she called out tentatively, not wanting to spoil their *moment*.
Draco whirled around. "Granger! It's not as it seems!"
"Yes it is yes it is!" bawled Ron, in a state of dilusion.
Hermione walked away. That was shocking.