Disclaimer: I don't own anything, except the poem!!
A/N: Sorry it took so long to update. I couldn't think of anything to write! Anyway, I'm continuing the fic, for the people who read it, and because I realized it's fun to write my own romance...lol. Anyway, I don't care if the characters are OOC, that's just how I happen to write it. I also think the poem for this chapter is the best one I've written for the fic so far, but you guys may see it differently. Anyway...read and enjoy!
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Chapter 5: Same Old Routine
I had only been at Hogwarts for a few days when I fell back into the same routine: wake up early, eat breakfast, go to classes, eat lunch, more classes, eat dinner, study, and go to bed. This whole time I felt the same longing for Draco that I had felt for many years. He had always had his hair a bit long, and I always felt this urge (that I, of course, suppressed) to run my hands through it.
One night, it was especially difficult for me not to stare at him during dinner. Harry and Ron must have noticed something was different about me, for they soon asked about it. "Hermione, are you all right?" Ron asked as I was distracted watching the way the firelight flickered off Draco's hair.
"What was that Ron?" I asked, reluctantly focusing on him. "Oh yeah, I'm fine. Just worried about tests and classes and all. It's going to be a stressful year," I answered as I realized what he had asked me.
"Ok," he and Harry said, but not sounding like they were convinced. I had to admit to myself that it was a lame excuse; even for me.
I stood up, not desiring any more food and told Harry and Ron that I was going to the library to study. They just eyed me, said "Ok," in an unconvincing tone for the second time that night, and watched me head out of the Great Hall.
Instead of heading for the library, I just wandered around for a bit, wondering what to do and where to go. I did not know what to do about Malfoy. I supposed the best thing was just to get over him, considering the well-known fact that he hated me. I wondered who the Ravenclaw chick was that supposedly had a crush on him. I wondered if he would ever go steady with her, or if he even liked her. I sighed and was (finally) heading to the library when I heard him.
"Hey Granger, where's Potty and Weasel? Did they go to bed early because of lack of girls to warm their beds? Assuming that you wouldn't do that, of course."
I just sighed and shook my head. He was pathetically off tonight. I wondered if something was bugging him, but decided not to ask. I turned away from him and once again set my course to the library, only to have him follow me making annoying comments. I decided to see if he was blindly following me or actually paying attention, so I went into the girls' bathroom. Interestingly enough, he followed me. I saw his reflection in the mirror, turned around and said to him "Malfoy, you do realize where you are, don't you? This is the girls' bathroom, as in not for boys, except under certain circumstances. Circumstances you and I will never be in." I had never before admitted this out loud, but now that I had, I regretted it; it sounded too final and certain. As I was saying this, my mind flashed back to a poem I had written.
When I think of your laugh,
I can almost hear it.
When I think of your smile,
I can almost see it.
I can almost feel your arms around me
When I go to sleep.
But almost isn't good enough for me.
While I was remembering writing the poem, Draco happened to get in front of me, blocking my way out of the bathroom. "What do you want, Malfoy?" I asked him exasperatedly.
The look in his eyes is one I'll never forget. I can remember his eyes seemed to get cold, and calculating, as if he wondered what to say. "You," he said simply.
I had to sit down right where I was standing for fear of falling. "You...and me? Us? As in..." I made suggestive motions with my hands, not believing what I was hearing, considering it too good to be true.
"You know you want to, Hermione," he leaned over and said softly in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "I've wanted you since day one. Haven't you wondered why I've never had a steady girlfriend? It's because the only girl I think about is you."
It was at this point that I woke up, realizing it was all just a dream. I sighed, wishing it was real, but knowing the wish would never come true.
I started to wonder how I even got into my bed, and remembered leaving Harry and Ron in the Great Hall, then walking to the Gryffindor common room and reading for a little while. From there, I must have just gone to my dorm, fallen exhausted on my bed, and fell asleep before my mind fully registered where I was. I decided not to worry about it too much, I was there now, and all that mattered was getting some more sleep for classes tomorrow. So I fell back on my pillow and immediately was in a deep slumber, dead to the world until I woke up for classes.
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Unfortunately, despite getting at least 8 or 9 hours of sleep, the next morning I was completely exhausted and didn't feel like getting out of bed at all. I had the feeling that if I was to play sick and not go to classes, I would get caught, so I got out of bed and ready to go to breakfast anyway.
During the day, I would sometimes think of the dream, and at the worst possible times. Whenever I remembered the dream, I would shiver, thinking of Draco's smooth voice whispering in my ear. Several times during the day, Harry and Ron would give me weird looks, like they wanted to ask what was up, and at one point Professor Flitwick asked if I was too cold, and if I wanted to be excused to get a sweater from my room. I just told him no, but that I appreciated his concern.
At dinner, I was again distracted watching Draco, and decided that from now on, I had to sit facing away from the Slytherin table...starting next week. I guess Harry and Ron were tired of me only half-listening to them, so they asked me what was up.
"Whaddaya mean?" I asked curiously.
Ron and Harry exchanged a glance before Harry continued by saying "Well, you're always giving us half your attention, and besides that, it looks to us," Ron glared at Harry. "Okay, it looks to me that you like Draco, because it seems like you're always staring at him."
I didn't know what to say and just sat there in shock, mainly because they, actually Harry, was right. I just told them "I'm sorry guys. I really wish I could talk to you guys about it, but I just don't know if you guys could understand it."
They looked upset at this, but seemed to understand. "It's ok, Hermione. We get it. Just girl stuff right?" Ron said.
"Yea, and I'm tired, so I think I'm gonna head off to bed now you guys. Love you, nite!" I said cheerily as I pushed back from the table and walked to my room. I immediately sighed and laid down on my bed, still dressed in my clothes, and fell fast asleep.
A/N: Sorry it took so long to update. I couldn't think of anything to write! Anyway, I'm continuing the fic, for the people who read it, and because I realized it's fun to write my own romance...lol. Anyway, I don't care if the characters are OOC, that's just how I happen to write it. I also think the poem for this chapter is the best one I've written for the fic so far, but you guys may see it differently. Anyway...read and enjoy!
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Chapter 5: Same Old Routine
I had only been at Hogwarts for a few days when I fell back into the same routine: wake up early, eat breakfast, go to classes, eat lunch, more classes, eat dinner, study, and go to bed. This whole time I felt the same longing for Draco that I had felt for many years. He had always had his hair a bit long, and I always felt this urge (that I, of course, suppressed) to run my hands through it.
One night, it was especially difficult for me not to stare at him during dinner. Harry and Ron must have noticed something was different about me, for they soon asked about it. "Hermione, are you all right?" Ron asked as I was distracted watching the way the firelight flickered off Draco's hair.
"What was that Ron?" I asked, reluctantly focusing on him. "Oh yeah, I'm fine. Just worried about tests and classes and all. It's going to be a stressful year," I answered as I realized what he had asked me.
"Ok," he and Harry said, but not sounding like they were convinced. I had to admit to myself that it was a lame excuse; even for me.
I stood up, not desiring any more food and told Harry and Ron that I was going to the library to study. They just eyed me, said "Ok," in an unconvincing tone for the second time that night, and watched me head out of the Great Hall.
Instead of heading for the library, I just wandered around for a bit, wondering what to do and where to go. I did not know what to do about Malfoy. I supposed the best thing was just to get over him, considering the well-known fact that he hated me. I wondered who the Ravenclaw chick was that supposedly had a crush on him. I wondered if he would ever go steady with her, or if he even liked her. I sighed and was (finally) heading to the library when I heard him.
"Hey Granger, where's Potty and Weasel? Did they go to bed early because of lack of girls to warm their beds? Assuming that you wouldn't do that, of course."
I just sighed and shook my head. He was pathetically off tonight. I wondered if something was bugging him, but decided not to ask. I turned away from him and once again set my course to the library, only to have him follow me making annoying comments. I decided to see if he was blindly following me or actually paying attention, so I went into the girls' bathroom. Interestingly enough, he followed me. I saw his reflection in the mirror, turned around and said to him "Malfoy, you do realize where you are, don't you? This is the girls' bathroom, as in not for boys, except under certain circumstances. Circumstances you and I will never be in." I had never before admitted this out loud, but now that I had, I regretted it; it sounded too final and certain. As I was saying this, my mind flashed back to a poem I had written.
When I think of your laugh,
I can almost hear it.
When I think of your smile,
I can almost see it.
I can almost feel your arms around me
When I go to sleep.
But almost isn't good enough for me.
While I was remembering writing the poem, Draco happened to get in front of me, blocking my way out of the bathroom. "What do you want, Malfoy?" I asked him exasperatedly.
The look in his eyes is one I'll never forget. I can remember his eyes seemed to get cold, and calculating, as if he wondered what to say. "You," he said simply.
I had to sit down right where I was standing for fear of falling. "You...and me? Us? As in..." I made suggestive motions with my hands, not believing what I was hearing, considering it too good to be true.
"You know you want to, Hermione," he leaned over and said softly in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "I've wanted you since day one. Haven't you wondered why I've never had a steady girlfriend? It's because the only girl I think about is you."
It was at this point that I woke up, realizing it was all just a dream. I sighed, wishing it was real, but knowing the wish would never come true.
I started to wonder how I even got into my bed, and remembered leaving Harry and Ron in the Great Hall, then walking to the Gryffindor common room and reading for a little while. From there, I must have just gone to my dorm, fallen exhausted on my bed, and fell asleep before my mind fully registered where I was. I decided not to worry about it too much, I was there now, and all that mattered was getting some more sleep for classes tomorrow. So I fell back on my pillow and immediately was in a deep slumber, dead to the world until I woke up for classes.
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Unfortunately, despite getting at least 8 or 9 hours of sleep, the next morning I was completely exhausted and didn't feel like getting out of bed at all. I had the feeling that if I was to play sick and not go to classes, I would get caught, so I got out of bed and ready to go to breakfast anyway.
During the day, I would sometimes think of the dream, and at the worst possible times. Whenever I remembered the dream, I would shiver, thinking of Draco's smooth voice whispering in my ear. Several times during the day, Harry and Ron would give me weird looks, like they wanted to ask what was up, and at one point Professor Flitwick asked if I was too cold, and if I wanted to be excused to get a sweater from my room. I just told him no, but that I appreciated his concern.
At dinner, I was again distracted watching Draco, and decided that from now on, I had to sit facing away from the Slytherin table...starting next week. I guess Harry and Ron were tired of me only half-listening to them, so they asked me what was up.
"Whaddaya mean?" I asked curiously.
Ron and Harry exchanged a glance before Harry continued by saying "Well, you're always giving us half your attention, and besides that, it looks to us," Ron glared at Harry. "Okay, it looks to me that you like Draco, because it seems like you're always staring at him."
I didn't know what to say and just sat there in shock, mainly because they, actually Harry, was right. I just told them "I'm sorry guys. I really wish I could talk to you guys about it, but I just don't know if you guys could understand it."
They looked upset at this, but seemed to understand. "It's ok, Hermione. We get it. Just girl stuff right?" Ron said.
"Yea, and I'm tired, so I think I'm gonna head off to bed now you guys. Love you, nite!" I said cheerily as I pushed back from the table and walked to my room. I immediately sighed and laid down on my bed, still dressed in my clothes, and fell fast asleep.