A/N: Okay, I haven't written for a while, so i decided to post these two chapters, even though it's 10:50 and i shouldn't be on the computer. I actually wrote this chapter before the last one, but then i remembered that i had said she had potions after lunch. Also, if you like this story, please read and review my other ones!
Know what? I remember reading somewhere that people tend to read stuff about what's missing in their life. If you apply that to writing, people like to write about what's missing in their life. For me, that would probably explain why I write mostly romance stories. I just went over all the stories i've written and -- out of ten are romance.
I know this'll probably sound shallow, but i really want like, a boyfriend, or even a guy friend who i can invite over to watch a movie or just hang out. Example: I am perhaps the worlds biggest scardy-cat. me and a few friends watched scream 1,2,and 3 a few weeks ago. i almost broke my friend's hand. i was so scared, i was all curled up and holding onto her hand, and almost jumping into her lap at every scary part. later, at another "gathering", we were watching sleepy hollow, and i was doing like the same thing, and my friend said "you need to get a boyfriend and watch scary movies with him."
I dunno, somehow i got stereotyped as the anti-romance funny girl. but i'm probably the biggest romantic out of all my friends.
Okay, that had nothing to do with the story. Disclaimer: Nothings mine but plot. Enjoy. Love, Dragonessa Smith
Star Crossed
Prof. Sprout and Prof. Sinistra met us in the Great Hall for detention. I still wasn't talking to Ron. Which was probably a good thing, since he wasn't talking to me either.
I was wondering what Sinistra was doing there when I heard a noise from the stairs.
You ever hear that Alanis Morrisette song, "Ironic?" It's about how all these bad things happen after something good, exactly the opposite of what you thought would happen? Rain on your wedding day. Free ride when you already paid. Good advice that you just can't take. And who would've thought, it figures? Yada yada yada.
Well, that could have been used to describe my mood, except instead of from good to bad, it went from bad to worse.
Dean and Dennis were walking down the stairs. This meant three things to me:
1. That explained Sinistra's appearance.
2. They probably would be joining me and Ron.
3. That meant Draco would too.
I have to admit, I was slightly excited at the thought of being with Draco. I somehow convinced myself that it was just because I knew things would be tense with the four guys.
I heard someone coming up the steps from the dungeons. Everyone turned and watched as Draco and Blaise Zabini walked up the steps.
Forgetting we weren't speaking, I whispered to Ron, "What is she doing here?"
"I dunno." he whispered back.
When they reached the group, Prof. Sinistra started talking.
"Ahem," He said. "As you all know, you're here in detention for various reasons. Prof. Sprout and myself both have reasons why we would have preferred that you serve these detentions on different nights."
"However," Sprout started. "Filch has stubbornly refused to have three groups of detention on different nights. Therefore, two of you will be working in Greenhouse one, two, and three."
Sinistra took over again. "We've spent a lot of time trying to figure this out, so bear with us, and please move appropriately." He took a deep breath, like he was trying to remember a lot.
"We didn't want the two Slytherins together."
Draco and Blaise took a step away from each other.
"We didn't want Draco to work with any of the Gryffindor boys in his year."
The boys both stepped away from Draco. Dennis and I stood on his other side.
"We didn't want Dennis to work with one of the older boys."
Dennis moved over towards Blaise. She looked down at him in disgust.
"We thought Ron wouldn't want to work with Hermione, or Dean with Draco."
Ron and Dean stood next to each other. Which left me with Draco.
I don't know who looked angriest out of all of us.
"Alright, Hermione and Draco, you're in Greenhouse one. Blaise, Dennis, you're in Greenhouse two. And Ron and Dean, Greenhouse three." He finished, clapping his hands together.
"And remember, you're weeding only." Sprout said. "And this will be a three hour detention, so don't try to escape before the time's up. Filch will be watching all the greenhouses, and he will let you out when the time is up."
"Fat chance." Dean muttered.
It was unearthly quiet as we headed for the Greenhouses. I don't think anyone was happy with this arrangement.
As Draco and I stepped into the Greenhouse, I felt relieved. It was warm in here, as opposed to the freezing cold of outside. Sinistra muttered Aromohola, locking us in.
We worked in silence for almost two hours. Then Draco stood up, dusted off his hands, and turned to me.
"Was it really as bad as everyone says you said it was?"
It took me a moment to realize what he was asking. The dance. Was it as bad as I said it had been.
"No." I said slowly, standing up and dusting my hands off to. "The dance was actually rather nice." The term "Mind-blowing ecstacy" comes to mind. "I guess I was just saying that because, well, it was you. And me." And for some reason everyone gets on my case if I try to have a little fun.
"So it wasn't because I'm a lousy dancer?" He asked, looking almost relieved.
"You're a really good dancer, what are you talking about?" About here I started having internal trouble.
My brain couldn't believe I was saying this to Draco. It was telling me to just start weeding again, and stay away from Draco.
My heart was saying to stick to this, it's better than weeding.
He raised one eyebrow. "Am I hearing this right? You're complimenting me?"
"Well, yeah, I guess." Damn, I hate it when I say stuff like that.
"Well, would you, um, like to give it another go then? Since it was so good?" He asked, carefully avoiding my eyes. "I doubt Weasley would break us up this time, and I need the practice."
My tongue was suddenly too thick. "Sure." I almost whispered, trying to sound like this happened all the time. Yeah right.
He put his arms around my waist again. I was glad I was wearing my long sleeved robes so he couldn't see how that simple move made goose bumps appear all along my arms.
Hello? My brain shouted. Anyone home? This is Draco Malfoy! You should not be having this reaction to Draco. You should be throwing up at the thought of him touching you!
Hello? My heart shouted back. This is Draco Malfoy! He is a boy. You would have this reaction even if it were Ron who were touching you this way.
Somehow I doubted that, but oh well.
It was just like before, except with no music. I didn't care. I was too far gone. Again. And this time there was no Fred, no Ron, no Harry. Just the two of us.
Suddenly Draco yanked on my arm, pulling me to his other side.
"What the-" I stopped in mid-sentence as what looked like a huge Venus Fly Trap, except with bigger teeth, chomped down on the air where I had been dancing.
"That would've hurt." I dead panned.
"Are you okay?" Draco asked as we started dancing again.
I almost laughed. "You know, you're not as bad as you think you are." I said. My brain was panicking. What was I saying? It sounds like I'm flirting! With Draco!
"You know, neither are you." He said, smiling. My heart told my brain to shut up and just enjoy this for a moment.
We danced for another second, then he dipped me. His face was barely an inch from mine. We froze. I could see every little detail of his face. I could feel his breath on my face. I could see how his lips moved slightly when he breathed.
His lips...
My heart kicked my brain out of my head.
We came closer, closer, closer still. Half an inch, quarter of an inch, a space so small it couldn't be measured...
Our lips touched for exactly one tenth of a second.
Then the door started to open.
He dropped me on the ground and pounced for the nearest planter box. I rolled over and started weeding a potted plant.
"Okay, kids." Filch said. "Time's up. Get out of here."
"Finally." Draco said, trying to sound relieved. I was happy to detect a bit of tightness in his voice, because that meant it wasn't just my head that felt like it would explode.
We didn't look at each other as we walked back up to the castle. Luckily, no one else was talking either.
Know what? I remember reading somewhere that people tend to read stuff about what's missing in their life. If you apply that to writing, people like to write about what's missing in their life. For me, that would probably explain why I write mostly romance stories. I just went over all the stories i've written and -- out of ten are romance.
I know this'll probably sound shallow, but i really want like, a boyfriend, or even a guy friend who i can invite over to watch a movie or just hang out. Example: I am perhaps the worlds biggest scardy-cat. me and a few friends watched scream 1,2,and 3 a few weeks ago. i almost broke my friend's hand. i was so scared, i was all curled up and holding onto her hand, and almost jumping into her lap at every scary part. later, at another "gathering", we were watching sleepy hollow, and i was doing like the same thing, and my friend said "you need to get a boyfriend and watch scary movies with him."
I dunno, somehow i got stereotyped as the anti-romance funny girl. but i'm probably the biggest romantic out of all my friends.
Okay, that had nothing to do with the story. Disclaimer: Nothings mine but plot. Enjoy. Love, Dragonessa Smith
Star Crossed
Prof. Sprout and Prof. Sinistra met us in the Great Hall for detention. I still wasn't talking to Ron. Which was probably a good thing, since he wasn't talking to me either.
I was wondering what Sinistra was doing there when I heard a noise from the stairs.
You ever hear that Alanis Morrisette song, "Ironic?" It's about how all these bad things happen after something good, exactly the opposite of what you thought would happen? Rain on your wedding day. Free ride when you already paid. Good advice that you just can't take. And who would've thought, it figures? Yada yada yada.
Well, that could have been used to describe my mood, except instead of from good to bad, it went from bad to worse.
Dean and Dennis were walking down the stairs. This meant three things to me:
1. That explained Sinistra's appearance.
2. They probably would be joining me and Ron.
3. That meant Draco would too.
I have to admit, I was slightly excited at the thought of being with Draco. I somehow convinced myself that it was just because I knew things would be tense with the four guys.
I heard someone coming up the steps from the dungeons. Everyone turned and watched as Draco and Blaise Zabini walked up the steps.
Forgetting we weren't speaking, I whispered to Ron, "What is she doing here?"
"I dunno." he whispered back.
When they reached the group, Prof. Sinistra started talking.
"Ahem," He said. "As you all know, you're here in detention for various reasons. Prof. Sprout and myself both have reasons why we would have preferred that you serve these detentions on different nights."
"However," Sprout started. "Filch has stubbornly refused to have three groups of detention on different nights. Therefore, two of you will be working in Greenhouse one, two, and three."
Sinistra took over again. "We've spent a lot of time trying to figure this out, so bear with us, and please move appropriately." He took a deep breath, like he was trying to remember a lot.
"We didn't want the two Slytherins together."
Draco and Blaise took a step away from each other.
"We didn't want Draco to work with any of the Gryffindor boys in his year."
The boys both stepped away from Draco. Dennis and I stood on his other side.
"We didn't want Dennis to work with one of the older boys."
Dennis moved over towards Blaise. She looked down at him in disgust.
"We thought Ron wouldn't want to work with Hermione, or Dean with Draco."
Ron and Dean stood next to each other. Which left me with Draco.
I don't know who looked angriest out of all of us.
"Alright, Hermione and Draco, you're in Greenhouse one. Blaise, Dennis, you're in Greenhouse two. And Ron and Dean, Greenhouse three." He finished, clapping his hands together.
"And remember, you're weeding only." Sprout said. "And this will be a three hour detention, so don't try to escape before the time's up. Filch will be watching all the greenhouses, and he will let you out when the time is up."
"Fat chance." Dean muttered.
It was unearthly quiet as we headed for the Greenhouses. I don't think anyone was happy with this arrangement.
As Draco and I stepped into the Greenhouse, I felt relieved. It was warm in here, as opposed to the freezing cold of outside. Sinistra muttered Aromohola, locking us in.
We worked in silence for almost two hours. Then Draco stood up, dusted off his hands, and turned to me.
"Was it really as bad as everyone says you said it was?"
It took me a moment to realize what he was asking. The dance. Was it as bad as I said it had been.
"No." I said slowly, standing up and dusting my hands off to. "The dance was actually rather nice." The term "Mind-blowing ecstacy" comes to mind. "I guess I was just saying that because, well, it was you. And me." And for some reason everyone gets on my case if I try to have a little fun.
"So it wasn't because I'm a lousy dancer?" He asked, looking almost relieved.
"You're a really good dancer, what are you talking about?" About here I started having internal trouble.
My brain couldn't believe I was saying this to Draco. It was telling me to just start weeding again, and stay away from Draco.
My heart was saying to stick to this, it's better than weeding.
He raised one eyebrow. "Am I hearing this right? You're complimenting me?"
"Well, yeah, I guess." Damn, I hate it when I say stuff like that.
"Well, would you, um, like to give it another go then? Since it was so good?" He asked, carefully avoiding my eyes. "I doubt Weasley would break us up this time, and I need the practice."
My tongue was suddenly too thick. "Sure." I almost whispered, trying to sound like this happened all the time. Yeah right.
He put his arms around my waist again. I was glad I was wearing my long sleeved robes so he couldn't see how that simple move made goose bumps appear all along my arms.
Hello? My brain shouted. Anyone home? This is Draco Malfoy! You should not be having this reaction to Draco. You should be throwing up at the thought of him touching you!
Hello? My heart shouted back. This is Draco Malfoy! He is a boy. You would have this reaction even if it were Ron who were touching you this way.
Somehow I doubted that, but oh well.
It was just like before, except with no music. I didn't care. I was too far gone. Again. And this time there was no Fred, no Ron, no Harry. Just the two of us.
Suddenly Draco yanked on my arm, pulling me to his other side.
"What the-" I stopped in mid-sentence as what looked like a huge Venus Fly Trap, except with bigger teeth, chomped down on the air where I had been dancing.
"That would've hurt." I dead panned.
"Are you okay?" Draco asked as we started dancing again.
I almost laughed. "You know, you're not as bad as you think you are." I said. My brain was panicking. What was I saying? It sounds like I'm flirting! With Draco!
"You know, neither are you." He said, smiling. My heart told my brain to shut up and just enjoy this for a moment.
We danced for another second, then he dipped me. His face was barely an inch from mine. We froze. I could see every little detail of his face. I could feel his breath on my face. I could see how his lips moved slightly when he breathed.
His lips...
My heart kicked my brain out of my head.
We came closer, closer, closer still. Half an inch, quarter of an inch, a space so small it couldn't be measured...
Our lips touched for exactly one tenth of a second.
Then the door started to open.
He dropped me on the ground and pounced for the nearest planter box. I rolled over and started weeding a potted plant.
"Okay, kids." Filch said. "Time's up. Get out of here."
"Finally." Draco said, trying to sound relieved. I was happy to detect a bit of tightness in his voice, because that meant it wasn't just my head that felt like it would explode.
We didn't look at each other as we walked back up to the castle. Luckily, no one else was talking either.