Lost In Space
A/N: Draco's still being deprogrammed from thinking like his dad. It's a pretty stupid fight, but yeah...
Harry was barely speaking to me anymore, but he hadn't told Ron, as far as I knew. Ron seemed oblivious to the whole thing. Sometimes I loved him for his short attention span
Having Draco did make it easier, but like I said before, he was no compensation for losing half of my best friends.
"Why do you care so much?" He asked me one night before dinner. Herbiology had been canceled, something had gotten into Greenhouse Two, where we were supposed to be working, and nearly burned the place down. (I later saw Prof. Sprout screaming at Hagrid.)
"He's my friend. My best friend, Draco. And before you say I can make new friends, remember that even though he doesn't want to be, Harry is the most popular guy in school-"
"One of the most. I'm still tops with a fourth of the students."
"-Even so, a lot more people will feel inclined to side with him and Ron. I mean, I lied to them, I went out with their worst enemy, I snuck around behind their backs, I ditched them a fair amount of times, I-"
"So?" He asked, shrugging. "I'm failing to see what their problem is."
"I betrayed their trust. Big time."
"Is that all?"
"Draco! I'm serious!"
"So am I. So you went out with someone they disapproved of. So what? You should be able to live your own life, however you like it. And if they can't deal, are they really as good of friends as you thought?"
I opened my mouth to rebut that...and closed it again.
"Ha! See, you never thought of that before, did you?"
"Oh, shut up."
"There's only one way to shut me up, you know that."
"I'm not sure I want to 'shut you up' now."
"If you think that's going to stop me from shutting up, then you're sadly mistaken."
"Why, are you going to shut yourself up?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
"What you do at night is none of my business."
"For the time being."
"How would that work, exactly? I know, even if we ever get to that stage in our relationship, that we would need somewhere to go. I know my parents would have us locked in separate bedrooms on the other side of the country. And I feel pretty sure your parents wouldn't feel too great about you banging your girlfriend in their house, no matter how far away your room is in your castle."
"No problem, we could stay in the guest cottage out back."
"Cottage?"
"Cottage, mansion, complex, same difference."
"See, maybe to you it's all the same, but to all us people who don't live in Draco's Lil' Fantasy Rich Boy World, there is a big difference."
"Most Muggles seem to think so."
"Meaning?"
"The Muggle world can only take so much 'abnormality.' You look at Hogwarts, and it seems like a second home. To Muggles, it looks like it could never be a home to anyone."
"And you're suddenly an expert on Muggles?"
"I've met enough of the stupid gits."
"Excuse me? Have you forgotten I'm a Muggle?" I sat up straight, looking down at him. He sat up also, leaning against the wall.
"You are, at least, a talented Muggle."
Never have I been this close to smacking him (and managed to restrain myself, that is.)
"I am a witch, Draco Malfoy, and don't you forget it!"
"You are a Muggle witch!"
I seem to be developing my arm muscles at an alarming rate. When I hit him this time, he stayed down.
"You are a very talented, very sexy, increasingly violent Muggle girl who happens to be good at waving a wand!"
He just won't shut up...
"If you still think like that, why are you wasting your precious time with me right now?" I shouted down at him, wondering why I'd ever thought he could change.
"Good point." He picked himself up, trying to look as dignified as he could with a bloody nose, and stomped out the door toward the castle. One of the windows behind me shattered suddenly, but I'm not sure if it was him or me that did it.
Great.
"Hermione?"
Just great.
"What the hell was that?" Ron screamed from a few yards away. Harry was behind him.
"Ron, I-"
He was already stalking away. Harry stood there for a few seconds, just glaring at me.
"Harry, I would have...but you would...he's not-" I couldn't think of anything that would help the situation, so I was almost glad when Harry interrupted me, letting me just shut up before I made it worse.
"Whatever." He followed Ron.
Fucking great.
A/N: Draco's still being deprogrammed from thinking like his dad. It's a pretty stupid fight, but yeah...
Harry was barely speaking to me anymore, but he hadn't told Ron, as far as I knew. Ron seemed oblivious to the whole thing. Sometimes I loved him for his short attention span
Having Draco did make it easier, but like I said before, he was no compensation for losing half of my best friends.
"Why do you care so much?" He asked me one night before dinner. Herbiology had been canceled, something had gotten into Greenhouse Two, where we were supposed to be working, and nearly burned the place down. (I later saw Prof. Sprout screaming at Hagrid.)
"He's my friend. My best friend, Draco. And before you say I can make new friends, remember that even though he doesn't want to be, Harry is the most popular guy in school-"
"One of the most. I'm still tops with a fourth of the students."
"-Even so, a lot more people will feel inclined to side with him and Ron. I mean, I lied to them, I went out with their worst enemy, I snuck around behind their backs, I ditched them a fair amount of times, I-"
"So?" He asked, shrugging. "I'm failing to see what their problem is."
"I betrayed their trust. Big time."
"Is that all?"
"Draco! I'm serious!"
"So am I. So you went out with someone they disapproved of. So what? You should be able to live your own life, however you like it. And if they can't deal, are they really as good of friends as you thought?"
I opened my mouth to rebut that...and closed it again.
"Ha! See, you never thought of that before, did you?"
"Oh, shut up."
"There's only one way to shut me up, you know that."
"I'm not sure I want to 'shut you up' now."
"If you think that's going to stop me from shutting up, then you're sadly mistaken."
"Why, are you going to shut yourself up?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
"What you do at night is none of my business."
"For the time being."
"How would that work, exactly? I know, even if we ever get to that stage in our relationship, that we would need somewhere to go. I know my parents would have us locked in separate bedrooms on the other side of the country. And I feel pretty sure your parents wouldn't feel too great about you banging your girlfriend in their house, no matter how far away your room is in your castle."
"No problem, we could stay in the guest cottage out back."
"Cottage?"
"Cottage, mansion, complex, same difference."
"See, maybe to you it's all the same, but to all us people who don't live in Draco's Lil' Fantasy Rich Boy World, there is a big difference."
"Most Muggles seem to think so."
"Meaning?"
"The Muggle world can only take so much 'abnormality.' You look at Hogwarts, and it seems like a second home. To Muggles, it looks like it could never be a home to anyone."
"And you're suddenly an expert on Muggles?"
"I've met enough of the stupid gits."
"Excuse me? Have you forgotten I'm a Muggle?" I sat up straight, looking down at him. He sat up also, leaning against the wall.
"You are, at least, a talented Muggle."
Never have I been this close to smacking him (and managed to restrain myself, that is.)
"I am a witch, Draco Malfoy, and don't you forget it!"
"You are a Muggle witch!"
I seem to be developing my arm muscles at an alarming rate. When I hit him this time, he stayed down.
"You are a very talented, very sexy, increasingly violent Muggle girl who happens to be good at waving a wand!"
He just won't shut up...
"If you still think like that, why are you wasting your precious time with me right now?" I shouted down at him, wondering why I'd ever thought he could change.
"Good point." He picked himself up, trying to look as dignified as he could with a bloody nose, and stomped out the door toward the castle. One of the windows behind me shattered suddenly, but I'm not sure if it was him or me that did it.
Great.
"Hermione?"
Just great.
"What the hell was that?" Ron screamed from a few yards away. Harry was behind him.
"Ron, I-"
He was already stalking away. Harry stood there for a few seconds, just glaring at me.
"Harry, I would have...but you would...he's not-" I couldn't think of anything that would help the situation, so I was almost glad when Harry interrupted me, letting me just shut up before I made it worse.
"Whatever." He followed Ron.
Fucking great.