Disclaimer: Ok...I think you guys know the drill by now, but I'll post this
again anyway. I do not own Harry Potter, any of his acquaintances, or
anything else that you may consider familiar. This also includes a quote
from the movie Holes. If you've seen the movie, Pendanski says it in the
Wreck room.
A/N: Another chapter just for you guys. I feel so loved that I'm on some people's favs lists! And to think I was just bored and decided to write something. Well, I was just up in Red Lodge a few days ago, so I have a fresh picture of the place down in my head. And I think it's high time they go skiing again, so expect some more mountain action in this chapter or the next. Now, with all that said, I will start writing.
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The Ski Trip
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Chapter ten
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The Second Encounter
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(Hermione P.O.V.)
I stormed away in a huff after that little 'incident' in Draco's- Urgh! Not AGAIN! It's MALFOY'S!!! -room. I swear I could've killed him!
It was 9:15 and I was still in my pajamas and hadn't eaten yet. I went down stairs to see what I could have and ended up running into my dad.
"Hey." I said, making my way towards the pantry.
"Good morning." he answered, grabbing the paper and sitting down with a huge cup of coffee.
I was a little afraid to talk to him after his argument a few days ago with Aunt Cheryl. I didn't know what to say.
So instead of saying anything, I chopped up some bananas, apples, and oranges, threw them in a bowl, grabbed the funnies out of the paper and dug in, laughing occasionally.
Minutes later, my mom walked in and poured herself some orange juice, Malfoy at her heels.
"Morning, all!" she said. I was used to her usual cheery self when she just gets up, but Malfoy gave me this look that said, 'is she high?' I just laughed and finished my breakfast.
"I'm going to call Abi. I was hoping we could just catch up today." I announced to whoever might listen.
"You might want to shower first, Granger." I heard Malfoy say.
"You should talk. You smell like puke from a mule that's been ruminating on asparagus for two weeks." I said back, quoting one of my favorite lines in one of my favorite movies. (A/N: This is to spite you, Azlexion!)
"Mimi!" He said, emphasizing my nickname. "I didn't know you walked up and smelled me on a regular basis."
I gave him an evil glare for using my nickname that my parents didn't know that said something along the lines of, 'you're dead you cow turd' and then said in an ultra-sweet voice, "I don't. I can just smell you from all the way over here, and, I'll tell you the truth, it's not exactly the best smell."
He just gave me this look that showed me that he wasn't affected by my petty insults and he grabbed some cereal and a bowl and started eating.
I shook my head and walked out of the kitchen up to my room so that I could take a shower.
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(Draco P.O.V.)
I had now sat down in Hermione's old spot and was reading my morning comics in content. Although, they would have been more interesting if they were moving, they were still funny. You know, these muggles may not be very advanced, but they sure do know how to have a good laugh.
Ten minutes later, Mrs. Granger decided to interrupt my perfect breakfast of Froot Loops, orange juice, and comics. "You know, I don't remember Hermione ever mentioning you in her stories, Draco." Hermione's mother said to me as I was eating my breakfast.
I started coughing as she finished, surprised that she would think of that.
"Wait," Mr. Granger, ignoring my coughing, started reminding her about a few times I'd been mentioned. "I remember a Draco Malfoy. As I recall, she said something about him being...what was it? A...wonderful jumping weasel?"
I felt my cheeks flush at the thought, and I fought back a wince. That had been painful.
I swallowed my bite of cereal and then attempted a quick save. "Well...I'm known for...um...making other people jump around while they are...um...around weasels. Um...apparently it's considered...wonderful?"
"I see..." Mrs. Granger said, leaning back in her chair and staring down at me over her glasses, scrutinizing my appearance.
"Well...with that said...I think I'll just...er...go and...erm...get ready for the day..." I said, getting up slowly. I walked over to the sink, put my bowl in the dish washer, walked calmly over to the stairs, and then dashed up them, hoping to appear as calm and collected as could be when someone was bring back a very painful memory.
When I reached the top of the stairs, Hermione was coming out of the bathroom after a shower.
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(Hermione P.O.V.)
I stepped out to the bathroom with only a towel on. (For some reason) I had been in a bit of a rush to get out of sight, and walked right into the bathroom without thinking.
Anyway, I stepped out of the bathroom and heard someone come up the stairs. Now, normally you can't hear anyone come up these stairs (the floors are charmed to not squeak.) However, when one who is around one-hundred-and- sixty pounds and is sprinting up them, you can't miss the pounding.
So, I was standing in the hallway, hair dripping from lack of a hair dryer, and there was someone coming up the stairs. I thought of making a mad dash for my room, but the hall was pretty long, and I would never make it. I wanted to stay composed and didn't want to have to stand in the bathroom with my ear pressed against the door, so I just started walking down the hall, one hand holding the towel that was wrapped around me secure, and the other messing with my hair.
"Well, well, well." I heard from behind me. I froze. I couldn't help but think how horrid my odds were.
I turned around to see that I was face to face with Draco Malfoy.
Now, I remembered the last time that had happened, and I didn't feel too good about that. I took a step back just so that I could put a bit more space in between us. I wanted to put even more space, (like the air between him and my room) but I wasn't going to play the cowardly damsel in distress.
"Hello, Malfoy." I said, icily.
"You know, you should walk around here like this more often. It makes things much more interesting."
"Here, let me at least act like I'm going to consider that one." I said, putting on a thoughtful face and stroking a fake beard with my free hand. "Hm...now that I've done that, I have tow things to say. Get a life and good-bye."
I turned and started walking, but he started talking again. Now, if it had been just the usual thoughtless remark or something like, 'I like cheese,' I would have kept walking. However, he said one of those things that make you stop and think about what to say back. I like to call those thinkers. Well, he said a thinker. That wasn't cool, because I actually had to stop and think about a comeback.
"You liked it."
It was just three simple words. I should have kept walking. I mean, he's just the Slytherin ferret. He's not worth it. But I just had to stop. I had to deny it. For my pride's sake, I had to deny it.
"I did not."
"Did too."
"Did not."
"You're in denial."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"You just think too highly of you skills."
"Do not."
"Do too."
"Do not."
"Do to-" I was cut off in mid sentence.
I had been so focused on winning the debate that I didn't notice that we had been moving towards each other.
Now, let me give you some advice on debating. When you're debating against something, don't go and do that thing in the middle of the debate. It defeats the purpose of two opposing sides trying to convince an audience that they believe in what they're fighting for.
I kissed him.
For all you people out there who are thinking that this must have been a dawning of a new relationship and that this was the most beautiful moment of our lives, it's not. For all of you who think that we saw fireworks and heard trumpets sound when we kissed, trust me. They didn't. For those of you who think that this is the beginning of a long life together and probably think that Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger will end up together, it's not. At least...I hope not...
In fact, this was kind of...an attempt at proving something. I'm not quite sure what, but I'm sure I was trying to prove some point.
We broke apart, gasping for breath. As soon as I had regained my breath and composure, I turned into my room and slammed the door in his face.
Ha! That was the point I was trying to prove! I was trying to show him what it felt like to be played with like that. And boy, did it work! The look on his face was...what's a good word for it? Funny? No, that's not it. Pleasing? Well, it was, but that's not the word...Ah, yes. Priceless. His expression was priceless.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Hello, all! This is you favorite author speaking! Lol, j/k. So...now that I finally wrote this chapter, what do you all think? I've been kind of busy lately, and I'm the biggest procrastinator in the world, so I havn't really made my stories priority. However, I did get another chapter up in...about a month. So, that's pretty good for me, if I do say so myself. I want to know what you think, so please, R/R!!
Detri
A/N: Another chapter just for you guys. I feel so loved that I'm on some people's favs lists! And to think I was just bored and decided to write something. Well, I was just up in Red Lodge a few days ago, so I have a fresh picture of the place down in my head. And I think it's high time they go skiing again, so expect some more mountain action in this chapter or the next. Now, with all that said, I will start writing.
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The Ski Trip
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Chapter ten
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The Second Encounter
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(Hermione P.O.V.)
I stormed away in a huff after that little 'incident' in Draco's- Urgh! Not AGAIN! It's MALFOY'S!!! -room. I swear I could've killed him!
It was 9:15 and I was still in my pajamas and hadn't eaten yet. I went down stairs to see what I could have and ended up running into my dad.
"Hey." I said, making my way towards the pantry.
"Good morning." he answered, grabbing the paper and sitting down with a huge cup of coffee.
I was a little afraid to talk to him after his argument a few days ago with Aunt Cheryl. I didn't know what to say.
So instead of saying anything, I chopped up some bananas, apples, and oranges, threw them in a bowl, grabbed the funnies out of the paper and dug in, laughing occasionally.
Minutes later, my mom walked in and poured herself some orange juice, Malfoy at her heels.
"Morning, all!" she said. I was used to her usual cheery self when she just gets up, but Malfoy gave me this look that said, 'is she high?' I just laughed and finished my breakfast.
"I'm going to call Abi. I was hoping we could just catch up today." I announced to whoever might listen.
"You might want to shower first, Granger." I heard Malfoy say.
"You should talk. You smell like puke from a mule that's been ruminating on asparagus for two weeks." I said back, quoting one of my favorite lines in one of my favorite movies. (A/N: This is to spite you, Azlexion!)
"Mimi!" He said, emphasizing my nickname. "I didn't know you walked up and smelled me on a regular basis."
I gave him an evil glare for using my nickname that my parents didn't know that said something along the lines of, 'you're dead you cow turd' and then said in an ultra-sweet voice, "I don't. I can just smell you from all the way over here, and, I'll tell you the truth, it's not exactly the best smell."
He just gave me this look that showed me that he wasn't affected by my petty insults and he grabbed some cereal and a bowl and started eating.
I shook my head and walked out of the kitchen up to my room so that I could take a shower.
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(Draco P.O.V.)
I had now sat down in Hermione's old spot and was reading my morning comics in content. Although, they would have been more interesting if they were moving, they were still funny. You know, these muggles may not be very advanced, but they sure do know how to have a good laugh.
Ten minutes later, Mrs. Granger decided to interrupt my perfect breakfast of Froot Loops, orange juice, and comics. "You know, I don't remember Hermione ever mentioning you in her stories, Draco." Hermione's mother said to me as I was eating my breakfast.
I started coughing as she finished, surprised that she would think of that.
"Wait," Mr. Granger, ignoring my coughing, started reminding her about a few times I'd been mentioned. "I remember a Draco Malfoy. As I recall, she said something about him being...what was it? A...wonderful jumping weasel?"
I felt my cheeks flush at the thought, and I fought back a wince. That had been painful.
I swallowed my bite of cereal and then attempted a quick save. "Well...I'm known for...um...making other people jump around while they are...um...around weasels. Um...apparently it's considered...wonderful?"
"I see..." Mrs. Granger said, leaning back in her chair and staring down at me over her glasses, scrutinizing my appearance.
"Well...with that said...I think I'll just...er...go and...erm...get ready for the day..." I said, getting up slowly. I walked over to the sink, put my bowl in the dish washer, walked calmly over to the stairs, and then dashed up them, hoping to appear as calm and collected as could be when someone was bring back a very painful memory.
When I reached the top of the stairs, Hermione was coming out of the bathroom after a shower.
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(Hermione P.O.V.)
I stepped out to the bathroom with only a towel on. (For some reason) I had been in a bit of a rush to get out of sight, and walked right into the bathroom without thinking.
Anyway, I stepped out of the bathroom and heard someone come up the stairs. Now, normally you can't hear anyone come up these stairs (the floors are charmed to not squeak.) However, when one who is around one-hundred-and- sixty pounds and is sprinting up them, you can't miss the pounding.
So, I was standing in the hallway, hair dripping from lack of a hair dryer, and there was someone coming up the stairs. I thought of making a mad dash for my room, but the hall was pretty long, and I would never make it. I wanted to stay composed and didn't want to have to stand in the bathroom with my ear pressed against the door, so I just started walking down the hall, one hand holding the towel that was wrapped around me secure, and the other messing with my hair.
"Well, well, well." I heard from behind me. I froze. I couldn't help but think how horrid my odds were.
I turned around to see that I was face to face with Draco Malfoy.
Now, I remembered the last time that had happened, and I didn't feel too good about that. I took a step back just so that I could put a bit more space in between us. I wanted to put even more space, (like the air between him and my room) but I wasn't going to play the cowardly damsel in distress.
"Hello, Malfoy." I said, icily.
"You know, you should walk around here like this more often. It makes things much more interesting."
"Here, let me at least act like I'm going to consider that one." I said, putting on a thoughtful face and stroking a fake beard with my free hand. "Hm...now that I've done that, I have tow things to say. Get a life and good-bye."
I turned and started walking, but he started talking again. Now, if it had been just the usual thoughtless remark or something like, 'I like cheese,' I would have kept walking. However, he said one of those things that make you stop and think about what to say back. I like to call those thinkers. Well, he said a thinker. That wasn't cool, because I actually had to stop and think about a comeback.
"You liked it."
It was just three simple words. I should have kept walking. I mean, he's just the Slytherin ferret. He's not worth it. But I just had to stop. I had to deny it. For my pride's sake, I had to deny it.
"I did not."
"Did too."
"Did not."
"You're in denial."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"You just think too highly of you skills."
"Do not."
"Do too."
"Do not."
"Do to-" I was cut off in mid sentence.
I had been so focused on winning the debate that I didn't notice that we had been moving towards each other.
Now, let me give you some advice on debating. When you're debating against something, don't go and do that thing in the middle of the debate. It defeats the purpose of two opposing sides trying to convince an audience that they believe in what they're fighting for.
I kissed him.
For all you people out there who are thinking that this must have been a dawning of a new relationship and that this was the most beautiful moment of our lives, it's not. For all of you who think that we saw fireworks and heard trumpets sound when we kissed, trust me. They didn't. For those of you who think that this is the beginning of a long life together and probably think that Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger will end up together, it's not. At least...I hope not...
In fact, this was kind of...an attempt at proving something. I'm not quite sure what, but I'm sure I was trying to prove some point.
We broke apart, gasping for breath. As soon as I had regained my breath and composure, I turned into my room and slammed the door in his face.
Ha! That was the point I was trying to prove! I was trying to show him what it felt like to be played with like that. And boy, did it work! The look on his face was...what's a good word for it? Funny? No, that's not it. Pleasing? Well, it was, but that's not the word...Ah, yes. Priceless. His expression was priceless.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Hello, all! This is you favorite author speaking! Lol, j/k. So...now that I finally wrote this chapter, what do you all think? I've been kind of busy lately, and I'm the biggest procrastinator in the world, so I havn't really made my stories priority. However, I did get another chapter up in...about a month. So, that's pretty good for me, if I do say so myself. I want to know what you think, so please, R/R!!
Detri