Disclaimer: Too boring, not in the mood. Go see chapter 3 if you're really
that interested.
I was actually going to have a go at my reviewers for not reviewing chapter 3, but looking on my profile, I haven't actually put it up yet. (Although by the time this is up it will be). So now I can't think of anything else to put. Thanks to all my reviewers of chapters 1 and 2, they made me really happy because they were all nice. Enjoy...
Chapter 4
Oh my God! What was she on? Millicent is incapable of feeling altogether, never mind it being affectionate! Ew, she fancies me, that thought alone is disturbing. Knowing that she gets a kick out of looking at me, or thinking about me, whatever, makes me shudder and retch. I feel sick thinking about it. It's sickening. She's sickening. Ok. I need to get a hold on myself. But seriously, she asked me out! I feel like I need to scream, or at least disinfect my brain. Images, oh the images that are going around it at this moment in time are enough to give somebody a heart attack. And they're floating around without a care in the world in MY head!!! Oh shit! I'm late for potions. It's a good job that I've done my homework, otherwise Sir would tell my dad that I am "lacking in the concentration and discipline that is crucial for accurate potion making. Something that I should be good at..." again. The last time that he did that, the lecture that my dad gave me lasted about 3 hours. "It's quite nice of you to join us, Mr Malfoy." Snape greeted me coldly. "Sit down please, the lesson is about to start." I heard Ron huff as I sat down. "Malfoy's over ten minutes late. If that had been any of us we would have had about 50 house points docked and a weeks worth of detentions." "Oh get over it Ron, nobody cares." I heard Hermione snap. The look on Ron's face was priceless. He looked so gutted. I get the impression that he fancies her, but she definitely doesn't return his feelings. "Draco, I said the instructions are on the board, you may begin." I looked up apologetically. Millicent caught my eye and smiled coyly. I suppressed a shudder as I went to collect my ingredients. By the time I got there, Sir had run out of Nasturtium. I was about to ask him for some more when Hermione came up to me. "Here, you can have some of this, I took too much by accident." She smiled brightly and held out her hand. Mine brushed against hers as I took it, and for a moment I wanted to hold it; it was so warm and soft. "Thanks." I found myself smiling back. It's amazing what a bit of kindness can do. I passed the rest of the lesson in a daze. I couldn't believe that Hermione had spoken to me as if I was a human being, with feelings. I was so happy that I actually got my potion right, which earned Slytherin 10 house points. Hermione looked up and smiled at me, then she threw a dirty look at Ron who had sniggered. I get the feeling that she's trying to discourage Ron. Either that or she just hates him now. I skipped dinner and headed to the Library. Hermione was already there, which I found weird because she'd left the lesson after me. I walked past a table of Slytherins and headed towards one that was empty. "Hey Draco. Do you want to sit here with me?" Hermione called across. I looked around to check that no one from my house was watching. The table that had been holding the Slytherins was now vacant, and the rest of the library was empty. "If I embarrass you it's fine, really." Hermione said quietly, looking slightly offended. "But if you need any help..." she waved her arms expressively. "No, -no, it's cool." I said quickly, walking over. I set my bag on the table and slid in the chair to the right of her. "So, what are you doing now?" I asked, looking down at her piece of parchment, which was full of complicated looking squiggles. "Arithmancy. You?" "Erm, Defence Against Dark Arts." I said, pulling the parchment out of my bag. "Have you done yours yet?" "Yes, why? Do you want a look?" I looked at her in surprise. "No, why?" "Oh, I'm sorry, it's just a reflex reaction, with hanging around with Harry and Ron so much, they always expect me to show them my work, because they can never be bothered to listen in class. It's always my notes that they use, never their own." She grinned half-heartedly, then sighed. "Oh right, well, I do actually listen in class you know. I'm not a typical blonde." "I guess not." She said laughing. Oh my God! WHERE, where, did that stupid, corny joke come from? I'm not even allowed to talk to Hermione, according to my father. She's a mudblood, a Gryffindor, and she hangs around with Potter. But you know what, I don't care. What would he say to that?
I was actually going to have a go at my reviewers for not reviewing chapter 3, but looking on my profile, I haven't actually put it up yet. (Although by the time this is up it will be). So now I can't think of anything else to put. Thanks to all my reviewers of chapters 1 and 2, they made me really happy because they were all nice. Enjoy...
Chapter 4
Oh my God! What was she on? Millicent is incapable of feeling altogether, never mind it being affectionate! Ew, she fancies me, that thought alone is disturbing. Knowing that she gets a kick out of looking at me, or thinking about me, whatever, makes me shudder and retch. I feel sick thinking about it. It's sickening. She's sickening. Ok. I need to get a hold on myself. But seriously, she asked me out! I feel like I need to scream, or at least disinfect my brain. Images, oh the images that are going around it at this moment in time are enough to give somebody a heart attack. And they're floating around without a care in the world in MY head!!! Oh shit! I'm late for potions. It's a good job that I've done my homework, otherwise Sir would tell my dad that I am "lacking in the concentration and discipline that is crucial for accurate potion making. Something that I should be good at..." again. The last time that he did that, the lecture that my dad gave me lasted about 3 hours. "It's quite nice of you to join us, Mr Malfoy." Snape greeted me coldly. "Sit down please, the lesson is about to start." I heard Ron huff as I sat down. "Malfoy's over ten minutes late. If that had been any of us we would have had about 50 house points docked and a weeks worth of detentions." "Oh get over it Ron, nobody cares." I heard Hermione snap. The look on Ron's face was priceless. He looked so gutted. I get the impression that he fancies her, but she definitely doesn't return his feelings. "Draco, I said the instructions are on the board, you may begin." I looked up apologetically. Millicent caught my eye and smiled coyly. I suppressed a shudder as I went to collect my ingredients. By the time I got there, Sir had run out of Nasturtium. I was about to ask him for some more when Hermione came up to me. "Here, you can have some of this, I took too much by accident." She smiled brightly and held out her hand. Mine brushed against hers as I took it, and for a moment I wanted to hold it; it was so warm and soft. "Thanks." I found myself smiling back. It's amazing what a bit of kindness can do. I passed the rest of the lesson in a daze. I couldn't believe that Hermione had spoken to me as if I was a human being, with feelings. I was so happy that I actually got my potion right, which earned Slytherin 10 house points. Hermione looked up and smiled at me, then she threw a dirty look at Ron who had sniggered. I get the feeling that she's trying to discourage Ron. Either that or she just hates him now. I skipped dinner and headed to the Library. Hermione was already there, which I found weird because she'd left the lesson after me. I walked past a table of Slytherins and headed towards one that was empty. "Hey Draco. Do you want to sit here with me?" Hermione called across. I looked around to check that no one from my house was watching. The table that had been holding the Slytherins was now vacant, and the rest of the library was empty. "If I embarrass you it's fine, really." Hermione said quietly, looking slightly offended. "But if you need any help..." she waved her arms expressively. "No, -no, it's cool." I said quickly, walking over. I set my bag on the table and slid in the chair to the right of her. "So, what are you doing now?" I asked, looking down at her piece of parchment, which was full of complicated looking squiggles. "Arithmancy. You?" "Erm, Defence Against Dark Arts." I said, pulling the parchment out of my bag. "Have you done yours yet?" "Yes, why? Do you want a look?" I looked at her in surprise. "No, why?" "Oh, I'm sorry, it's just a reflex reaction, with hanging around with Harry and Ron so much, they always expect me to show them my work, because they can never be bothered to listen in class. It's always my notes that they use, never their own." She grinned half-heartedly, then sighed. "Oh right, well, I do actually listen in class you know. I'm not a typical blonde." "I guess not." She said laughing. Oh my God! WHERE, where, did that stupid, corny joke come from? I'm not even allowed to talk to Hermione, according to my father. She's a mudblood, a Gryffindor, and she hangs around with Potter. But you know what, I don't care. What would he say to that?