Disclaimer: I only own the poem! Though I do wish I owned Draco...JUST
KIDDING! Even if he is hot...but that's beside the point. The point is, I
only created the sort-of-plot and the poem.
A/N: From Draco's POV, continuing from where he walks into the train compartment. Thank you to everyone who reviewed and for your ideas! I can't believe how much you like my story!!! And I will try to make the chapters longer, I promise! It's just I can't tell how big they are going to be until I post them on the site, but they will start to be longer for sure! Oh, and I need to tell you, I will do my best to finish this story before August, because I'm going to my grandmother's for a month, which means no computer access. I know that's a long way off, but I figured all my readers should know! Anyway, on to the story! P.S. Sorry it's taking so long to update! I haven't been able to find the disk I keep the story on, and that's why it's been taking me so long to update. I finally found it today by sheer luck! Anyways...I will start to update again, I promise! And I will try to make it a regular update!
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Chapter Four: Train Ride, Draco's POV
I walked into the compartment that was reserved for Head Boy and Girl. Thank goodness I was able to shake off the other Slytherins, I needed some time alone. Even though I got enough of that at home, I wasn't ever totally at ease.
When I got into the compartment, I noticed Hermione (I need to not call her that) leaned back against the seat with her eyes closed. She looked so beautiful and peaceful I didn't want to disturb her, so I let her stay like that for a few minutes, before saying "So, Granger, it looks like you are Head Girl." I was glad that my voice sounded calm and cool, just the way I hoped it would.
She sat up and opened her eyes while saying "It sure does. Don't tell me they made a slimy git like you Head Boy." I did my best to hide the pain I felt, but I must have showed some because she started to look a bit uncomfortable, like she didn't want me hurt. I knew that wasn't the reason though. She was probably upset she couldn't come up with something better to say.
She sat up, taking her time, I noticed, and then said "Now if you'll excuse me, Draco," and then gasped as if she had said something wrong, which she hadn't. Hearing my first name, which almost no one called me by, except my mom, was an unexpected and yet sweet shock.
I asked her, just to find out what she meant, "Why did you call me Draco? Do you like me too or something?" then realized I had said exactly the wrong thing. *Perfect, Draco. Just let her know how you feel, so she and Potter and Weasel can make fun of you all year* I thought. Then I realized she was asking me a question. "What do you mean too?"
I thought for a minute, and realized I had taken too long in answering her question, so I quickly made something up, saying "I was just talking about this other girl that likes me...she's in Ravenclaw or something...can't keep her eyes off me for more than two seconds." Hermione's (again, I need to stop calling her that) eyes held a flicker of pain, which put me in doubt of her feelings, and then she just closed her eyes, and slept the rest of the way to Hogwarts.
I, on the other hand, had more on my mind than just sleeping. I wondered why she had called me Draco, and then remembered a poem I had written quickly before departing.
I watch the way you walk
The way your hair falls in your face
And you just brush it back into place
With every action, and every time you talk
I fall more in love with you
Can't you say you love me too?
I knew that Hermione was everything I needed. I was like a flower, and she the sun. Without her, I would wither, and if she got angry, I would burn. But she was so beautiful when she was angry. I couldn't help but try to piss her off because of the way her eyes sparkled and the way her hair flew around her face. She was like my Venus, and I her Mars. I knew that if we were to get together for even just one day, it would be fiery and passionate, just like Aphrodite and Ares. The only thing was that I knew she didn't like me, let alone love me, so I had to be determined to get over her. This started with going back to my Slytherin friends so I could stop staring at her.
A/N: I know it's kinda cheesy, and I'm SO SORRY! It has been so long since I've worked on this, and now that I read through it, it's way cheesy, and I don't know why I'm wasting my time. Anyway, if anyone wants me to continue with this, I will, but otherwise, no one will ever find out the ending to it, though it is a bit obvious...maybe *evil laugh*
A/N: From Draco's POV, continuing from where he walks into the train compartment. Thank you to everyone who reviewed and for your ideas! I can't believe how much you like my story!!! And I will try to make the chapters longer, I promise! It's just I can't tell how big they are going to be until I post them on the site, but they will start to be longer for sure! Oh, and I need to tell you, I will do my best to finish this story before August, because I'm going to my grandmother's for a month, which means no computer access. I know that's a long way off, but I figured all my readers should know! Anyway, on to the story! P.S. Sorry it's taking so long to update! I haven't been able to find the disk I keep the story on, and that's why it's been taking me so long to update. I finally found it today by sheer luck! Anyways...I will start to update again, I promise! And I will try to make it a regular update!
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Chapter Four: Train Ride, Draco's POV
I walked into the compartment that was reserved for Head Boy and Girl. Thank goodness I was able to shake off the other Slytherins, I needed some time alone. Even though I got enough of that at home, I wasn't ever totally at ease.
When I got into the compartment, I noticed Hermione (I need to not call her that) leaned back against the seat with her eyes closed. She looked so beautiful and peaceful I didn't want to disturb her, so I let her stay like that for a few minutes, before saying "So, Granger, it looks like you are Head Girl." I was glad that my voice sounded calm and cool, just the way I hoped it would.
She sat up and opened her eyes while saying "It sure does. Don't tell me they made a slimy git like you Head Boy." I did my best to hide the pain I felt, but I must have showed some because she started to look a bit uncomfortable, like she didn't want me hurt. I knew that wasn't the reason though. She was probably upset she couldn't come up with something better to say.
She sat up, taking her time, I noticed, and then said "Now if you'll excuse me, Draco," and then gasped as if she had said something wrong, which she hadn't. Hearing my first name, which almost no one called me by, except my mom, was an unexpected and yet sweet shock.
I asked her, just to find out what she meant, "Why did you call me Draco? Do you like me too or something?" then realized I had said exactly the wrong thing. *Perfect, Draco. Just let her know how you feel, so she and Potter and Weasel can make fun of you all year* I thought. Then I realized she was asking me a question. "What do you mean too?"
I thought for a minute, and realized I had taken too long in answering her question, so I quickly made something up, saying "I was just talking about this other girl that likes me...she's in Ravenclaw or something...can't keep her eyes off me for more than two seconds." Hermione's (again, I need to stop calling her that) eyes held a flicker of pain, which put me in doubt of her feelings, and then she just closed her eyes, and slept the rest of the way to Hogwarts.
I, on the other hand, had more on my mind than just sleeping. I wondered why she had called me Draco, and then remembered a poem I had written quickly before departing.
I watch the way you walk
The way your hair falls in your face
And you just brush it back into place
With every action, and every time you talk
I fall more in love with you
Can't you say you love me too?
I knew that Hermione was everything I needed. I was like a flower, and she the sun. Without her, I would wither, and if she got angry, I would burn. But she was so beautiful when she was angry. I couldn't help but try to piss her off because of the way her eyes sparkled and the way her hair flew around her face. She was like my Venus, and I her Mars. I knew that if we were to get together for even just one day, it would be fiery and passionate, just like Aphrodite and Ares. The only thing was that I knew she didn't like me, let alone love me, so I had to be determined to get over her. This started with going back to my Slytherin friends so I could stop staring at her.
A/N: I know it's kinda cheesy, and I'm SO SORRY! It has been so long since I've worked on this, and now that I read through it, it's way cheesy, and I don't know why I'm wasting my time. Anyway, if anyone wants me to continue with this, I will, but otherwise, no one will ever find out the ending to it, though it is a bit obvious...maybe *evil laugh*