Chapter Ten: A Baking Lesson and Spilt Secrets
(Just so you know, I've decided to cut ur reviews, and then comment on them. Your review is in bold, and my answer is normal. I dunno how long I'll keep it up, cuz this was rather annoying. But I'm tired of going back and forth, and I'm sure you guys read my comments and think "What the hell? What did I say?")
Thanks to:
MP-Damn, this is amazing! I'm surprised it has so little reviews. Keep on writing, this is great.
Spankies. I'm actually kind of surprised it's almost at fifty. I thought it was pretty cool. Hehe.
Sarah Kate-awesome fic, I am loving the plot keep it going please! you can really go somewhere with this fic and you mostly already have! please finish! email me when you put out your next chappie! SK
Ok, I've put you on my list. Just so you know, I email both, so just pick out the one you want. And, thanks!
Mrs. Yuy-I think that this story is good well until you introduced Kyle.I think it would have been much better with out him in it.I think your a great auther but unfortently I just can't read this story anymore the thought of hermione with anyone other then draco is revoulting to say the least.
I's sorry. I like him as a character though. After this section, I don't think he'll play that big of a part, though. Oh well. One reader lost. Poo-poo, that sucks (I'm not being sarcastic, I'm generally depressed).
warmn'fuzzy-This story is really good! Keep on going @ it! you'll soon be there :)Just a few pointers: I think it could be your summary or something off... or maybe your readers want more dirt in it... I can't see anything wrong with it!
I know! *hides* I'm getting there with the dirt, I swear. As for the summary…hated it from day one. Do you have any ideas? I have no idea how to sum up this stupid story!!!!!
Erilyn Rose-Wow... back and forth is right!! One minute I think "hey, they're gonna really fall for each other" then "No wait... there they go fighting again"... it's very good!! Can't wait to read more!
Bwahaha! I'm good, aren't I? Lol.
Alyssa-WAI I love that chapter. SO CUTE! Draco and Hermione falling asleep together...The rose thing from Harry and Ron, that's cute too. If only i had guy friend's like that...no such luck, potter would never do anything like that. But so cute! I love Draco and Hermione together (my friends all call me crazy, but if they didn't belong together why would so many people write about them getting together. I bet if they just read your story...) Anyways I can't wait for the next chapter! I have other fanfics on my read list, but this...i always look for this one first. So keep writing! You rock! later dayz~~*Alyssa
Yeah, I don't have guy friends like that either. But once, the namesake, bought me a starfish! Lol. Yeeeahhh…Aw, thanks. I really like your reviews. And you're not crazy, they are perfect. However--*scowls*--I heard that Draco may be killed off in the next book. Wouldn't that just suck? J.K. better not do that, or I'll be upset! Ok, I'll still read, but I'll cry and pout for days.
Blanche Dubois-WOW! Draco should make her "warm"! *if you know what I mean* I really enjoyed the "naughtiness" on this chapter!
Sorry, no naughtiness in this chapter either. I swear to you, I'm getting there. Just one last minor detail.
TriGemini-Hey! Great chapter. It sounds like they are starting to get along (although, I doubt it will last very long ). Not to mention that twisted game of trying to get one another jealous. Is just too much. Well looking forward to the next chapter. It sounds as if the story is getting to the best part yet. So until then.
Predictable, aren't I? You'll see what I'm talking about later. I guess it's getting there, hehe. This chapter starts out kinda cute, and may make you hungry, but…sorry, I disappoint. I live for it. ;)
Starlit Night- i like it...the premise is good...and the language is beautiful. you have a loevely writing style...cant review for long! check back, thre'll be more
Love the story...but why is draco a selfish bastard? i mean, i agree with hermione, i want to see the better side of draco...the non-perverted side...and what is with hermione? going from kyle to harry to ron to draco...just have her make up her damn mind! and she better choose draco...maybe harry...definetly not kyle or ron...in fact, just make it draco, kay? well, anyways, great story! you really do have a lovely writing style! keep going!-pacific
I know, I know…Draco's being an ass. I sorta fixed it…sorta. And, thanks, I like the "language is beautiful" part. Made me feel good. I swear to you: strictly Hermione and Draco. There's flirtation, but no cigar. (*Never understood 'close, but no cigar'*)
LimpBizkitGurl0-wow! i have to say im glad reading this! it makes me happy but one thing...MAKE HERM AND DRAKE GET TOGETHER!
Once again: I know! I'm SORRY! Lol. Sometime in the very near future, though.
Lizzie-star08-Bravo! Bravo! I hate the stories on here, that don't actually...seem like something J.K Rowling would write in the Harry Potter series, that are just BEYOND reality(the closest you can get in the Harry Potter world...lol). But, this one is GREAT! It actually seems like something J.K. Rowling would write for one of her Harry Potter books. I love this story! Keep writing!The only thing I don't think is good..but, well, it's alright, but the clothes she wore...Pink tank top, cut off blue jean shorts...it doesn't really seem like something Hermione Granger would wear...maybe that's just me. lol..But, I wouldn't change anything in this story...*thumbs up*
REALLY? Sounds like a JK thing? You lyin? Lol. Thanks, that made me happy. Though, I hardly compare *not used to extravagant compliments, but wouldn't mind sharing JK's paycheck*. I know about those damn clothes, but well…I got bored. Made her get 'wilder'.
HarryPotterWanter-- I really liked this chapter. It was cute how Draco and Hermione fell asleep together on the couch in the common room. Especially since Hermione didn't care about the position she was in; it was comfortable, so who cares that she's laying on Draco. So are Draco and Hermione going to try being together. They were thinking about it, but they never actually said that they're together now. I wonder why Hermione wanted to lean on Harry again and why Harry brought Hermione the rose. I hope that Hermione doesn't start falling for Harry. I wonder how Hermione and Draco are going to clean up after their little water fight (although Hermione wasn't really able to do anything to Draco). They can probably just do a drying spell. It's interesting that Draco didn't care about getting wet if he could hold Hermione. Anyway, I'm looking forward to the next chapter. I hope you update again soon!
Hermione…hmm…she's being a little flirt in my story now. Don't ask why, she just is. They are trying to 'be together', but you know me (or not), and it won't last too long. Not until that PERFECT moment. Meh, pretend Dobby cleaned it. And yes, Draco's a little fiend who loves to be…anyway!
Jennifer-well...OBVIOUSLY...draco is the one for hermione...i am really enjoying this fic, please update soon.
Um, I didn't really get that, but yes, he really is. Thanks for liking it, and yes, I know this took a while!
~*~
Draco looked up from the back of the class waiting patiently for the professor of Muggle Studies to arrive.
Moments later, Professor Brose strode in, a smile on her face. She clapped, clearly delighted by something.
He scowled, finally seeing her dirty apron. Gods, if they were going to…
"Cook!" Professor Brose exclaimed, beaming at the class. "I hope you did your homework for the past week!"
Draco snuck a look at Hermione, wondering what she was thinking. Of course, Little Miss Teacher's Pet was beaming too.
(A/N: I read in a review of someone else's story that Hermione dropped this class. So she did. Oh well: my story, my rules, lol.)
He raised his arm boldly, glaring at the professor.
"Yes, Draco?" Brose asked, slightly nervous.
"House elves cook. Wizards don't."
"Well, Draco, this is why this is Muggle Studies. Muggles enjoy cooking. It's a favorite pastime of some; especially girls."
"Exactly. Girls." Some of the girls in the class shot him a dirty look, including Hermione. He simply shrugged, plastering on his innocent face.
The professor just stared at him, obviously very upset with his sexist comment. "Anyway, I've decided to let you bake whatever you want, as long as it's a pastry of some sort. You know cake, cookies, bread…whatever. I've taken the liberty of pairing you up."
The class groaned at this, looking around meekly at the Slytherin table. Both the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs were displeased with this immensely. The Gryffindors were very used to it.
"Lavender with…Ernie. Yasmine with Pansy. Harry with Padma, Ron with Patrick," Brose began, running her fingers down the list. "Finally, Draco and Hermione."
(A/N: I know, I know…so overdone. So sue me! It's time for harmless flirting. *Shrugs innocently* Oh, and yes, I meant Yasmine, not Jasmine…)
Draco looked over at Hermione, who was slightly flushed. She was stifling a laugh, obviously at something Retard 1 or 2 said. When she finally looked over, Hermione granted him a small smile.
Obviously that water fight had smoothed things over. Good call on Draco's part…
Ok, let's get this over with, Draco thought tensely, getting up and sauntering over toward Hermione.
"What are we making?" he asked finally, looking hopeful.
"Cake," Hermione said firmly. "We could do cookies as extra credit…" she mused, tapping the table.
"Cake is just fine. I don't need extra credit, nor do I want to spend any longer than I have to cooking."
Hermione huffed, looking crossly at him. "Fine Malfoy," she said pointedly.
"Aw, it burns. Anyway, let's go. All the good aprons are disappearing."
"By 'good', you mean, 'manly', right?" Hermione asked, quirking an eyebrow.
Draco smirked, and nodded.
But of course, by the time they got to the aprons, there were few left, so Draco settled on one that had flying Snitches. It was suitable, anyway.
Hermione grabbed a pink one, with no visible designs. It wasn't as if she cared what it looked like.
They moved to the kitchen, one that had been add next to the class by an expansion spell.
Draco looked around, watching his classmates get a more eager start.
"So, where are the ingredients to this infernal cake?" he demanded.
Hermione smiled, and pointed to the counter wordlessly, where they had just appeared.
Even though the mood was light, due to their previous water fight, Draco was extremely sour, feeling that baking was beneath him.
"Oh, give it up, Draco!" Hermione whispered, grinning.
"This is horrible! I—Draco Malfoy, might I add—am baking."
"It's not so bad," she soothed, dipping her finger into the mix.
He eyed her curiously, narrowing his eyes. "Don't you come anywhere near me with—"
But she interrupted him, dramatically wiping a blob of the batter on the tip of his nose.
"Hermione!" he hissed, unable to control the smile tugging at the edges of his lips.
"Consider it my revenge," Hermione quipped, her eyes sparkling.
"Yeah, well, consider this mine, you little prat!" he exclaimed, doing the same to her.
She squealed, ignoring the looks from everyone else. "Draco!"
"Hermione!" he mimicked, grinning.
She sneered, then broke into another grin. Turning back to their mix, Hermione said softly, "Truce?"
"I guess," Draco replied loftily.
She nodded, then began stirring the mix slowly.
"Gods, could you be any slower?" Draco moaned, placing his head in his hands.
"Why don't you do it then?" Hermione teased.
"Anything so I don't have to stand here until the next war!" he exclaimed, putting his hands over hers.
Just to get a rise out of her, he decided. Draco maneuvered his hands over hers, stirring quickly.
~*~
Hermione froze, unable to believe this was happening.
Her heart rate increased considerably, and she could have sworn Draco could hear it.
"You never wiped off that batter," she whispered, smirking.
He shrugged. "I'll do it later, I'm working."
Hermione laughed, letting him keep his hands over hers.
It was surprisingly comforting, in a strange way. Hermione was quite surprised that she didn't force him off, or fight him.
No, it seemed as if both were comfortable with the situation, and neither dared to remove their hands.
Hermione recalled their agreement, to try out the relationship. Who knew what came over them?
Perhaps…perhaps Dumbledore knew what he was talking about.
"Erm, Draco?" Hermione began, although she hated to break the moment, "I think it's done."
"What? Oh, right," Draco said vaguely, dropping his hands from hers. "Yeah, well…what now?"
Hermione swallowed, looking up at Harry and Ron, who were looking curiously at her. "Um, er, we pour it…into…this pan…" she told him, gesturing faintly to the two pans.
Draco looked curiously at her, but poured the batter in. "Ok. Now what?"
"Now…you…just…erm, just put it in the stove," Hermione finally managed to spit out. She was too busy watching her friends worriedly.
He sighed, and shoved the pans in, looking back with disdain, muttering, "A Malfoy, cooking…honestly."
She cracked a smile, watching him gaze at the stove, muttering darkly. "Aww, not enjoying yourself, Malfoy?" she teased.
He turned back to her, his face guarded. "No, not particularly. This may be fun for you, but…"
"You were having fun 'helping' me," she reminded him.
"Yeah, well, that was fun. Imagine, the first time Hermione Granger willingly let me touch her. Gasp," Draco mocked.
She rolled her eyes, lightly smacking his arm. "Shut up. You're not funny."
He glanced at her, frowning thoughtfully.
"What?"
Draco shrugged, a smirk crossing his face, as usual. "Nothing," he replied innocently, his eyes alight with mystery.
"Tell me," she demanded, crossing her arms across her chest.
"Later," he replied loftily, waving his hand dismissively. "It isn't important."
Growing easily bored waiting for the cake to finish, she started tapping her foot. To no particular tune, just…tapping.
"Could you stop that? It's rather irritating."
Hermione laughed softly, but stopped nevertheless. "Fine," she responded in a dramatic sigh. "If I must. And, you know, that batter is still there."
With that, she swiped off the mix on his nose, grinning. "Finally, some peace!"
"Are you saying it bothers you when I'm dirty? Not that it's ever a problem…" Draco trailed off, smirking.
"Oh, yeah…Drives me wild, it does," Hermione retorted sarcastically.
"Does it now? I'll remember that."
She felt her face heat, and knew there was a rosy blush on her cheeks. Please don't let Draco notice, she thought pleadingly.
"Aw, what's the matter Granger? Flushed? Too hot in here for you?" Draco taunted, his gray eyes glittering.
Hermione turned her head. "Er, I think we should check on the batter," she replied, changing the subject swiftly.
He looked at her, smirking even more. "Oh, yeah, I agree totally."
"Cut the sarcasm, Draco," she snapped, trying to sound pissed off.
"Again; mortally wounded."
Hermione allowed a hidden smile, and pulled out the cakes with her gloves. "Perfect," she breathed, after catching a whiff of their smell. (Aren't cakes the best?)
"I know, Granger. No need to embarrass yourself," Draco quipped pompously.
"Oh, sod off, Malfoy. You're such a freak."
"A freak? Bloody hell, alert the presses!" he replied, fake gasping.
She rolled her eyes, and put down the pans.
~*~
Dumbledore chuckled, glancing into his Pensieve.
"Ah, those two," he rasped. "Never can decide if they hate or love each other."
The Headmaster pulled a gray, wispy strand, and stuffed it into the Pensieve. He always loved an object that served for two purposes.
He watched again, as Hermione and Draco flirted in class, unaware of the watchful eyes of her two closest friends.
~*~
"Bloody hell, Harry. What the hell was that?" Ron asked, an expression of horror on his face.
"I dunno, Ron. Maybe…" Harry trailed off, refusing to believe that they were willingly flirting. Especially Hermione. "Maybe…er, well, I really don't know. I just…there's no way that Hermione did that willingly! If she did, I'll eat my broom."
"You're right," Ron exclaimed, looking excited. "No, Malfoy must've slipped her a potion, or something!"
"Ron, don't be a git. She's smarter that that."
"Yeah, you're right there too…Maybe Malfoy put a spell on her," he suggested, a wild look in his blue eyes.
"RON! Bugger, Ron, listen to me! I doubt Malfoy would risk his Head Boy position to get back at us. There has to be something else…" Harry began, frowning thoughtfully. "There has to be something…"
~*~
"I have to shower…get this girly, cake smell of me," Draco announced, standing up from the sofa they had been sitting on.
"Oh, please! Cakes aren't girly! Besides, Malfoy, you liked it," Hermione protested, raising her eyebrows.
" 'Course I did. I helped make it, after all. Malfoys don't fail; we're perfect."
"Yeah, if by 'perfect' you mean 'egotistic', and 'self-centered'," Hermione replied, grinning.
"Oh, piss off, Granger," he replied, good-naturedly.
She just barely ducked the whizzing pillow he had made fly at her, compliments of his wand.
"I hope your shower's cold!" she called, cupping her mouth with her hands to make it clearly heard.
"Well, why don't you come in and find out?" Draco yelled back.
Hermione blushed, knowing he was just teasing.
Upon hearing the water run, she grinned, thinking of a small payback for the water fight.
"Respicio," she told the door, watching it open. "Draco really needs to be more secretive," Hermione murmured to herself.
(A/N: Respicio means respect in Latin—again, according to an online dictionary)
She crept into the bathroom. By the looks of the massive amounts of steam in the bathroom, it was safe to say that his shower was hot.
As quiet as she could, she filled up a large cup her wand had conjured with ice cold water.
That's it, Draco…not very sharp, are you? Honestly, after one picks a fight with a girl who knows your password, one would think you'd be more careful when you're vulnerable, Hermione thought gleefully.
With one easy, graceful flick of her wand, the huge goblet was raised above the curtain. One more flick. The goblet tilted, dumping its icy contents onto the poor, unsuspecting Head Boy.
Draco screamed, probably shivering. "HERMIONE!" he roared.
"Yes?" she acknowledged innocently.
Without warning, a spray of hot water fell from behind the curtain onto Hermione.
She shrieked a little, before quickly recovering. "You got off worse," she insisted, grinning. With that, she ran out of his bathroom.
~*~
Draco stepped out of his steamy bathroom, with only a towel wrapped around his waist. His lips were pressed together, and he was frowning.
That water was bloody cold.
He stormed out of his room, and finally saw Hermione.
Hands resting on his waist, just above the towel, he gave his famous glare. "Just what did you think you were doing?"
"Hmm, oh, I don't know…dumping water on you? Getting revenge? It doesn't matter either way, really."
Draco opened his mouth to speak, until he felt something rub against his leg.
Scowling, he looked down. To see a ginger cat…a rather ugly one, to be truthful.
"Traitor," Hermione hissed.
The cat looked at her curiously, and abandoned Draco quickly.
"Just what the hell is that?"
She scooped up the cat, looking offended. "It's Crookshanks, my cat."
"Your cat? You want to see a cat, Granger? I'll show you a cat," he said, sweeping back into his room.
Moments later, Draco emerged—fully clothed—with a pure white object in his hands: a white Chinese shorthaired cat.
"Ooh, look. It's all white. Call the presses, in the Prince of Evil's hands is a pure-looking cat!" Hermione exclaimed sarcastically, stroking her cat's fur soothingly.
"Yeah, purebred, at that."
"I'm not surprised," she replied, smiling. She let her cat go, and it jumped down, rushing curiously to Draco. "Go on, let yours down."
"You're bloody serious, aren't you?"
"Dead serious, Draco."
Sighing, he gently put down his cat.
He and Hermione watched, slightly amused, as the cats sniffed curiously at each other, rather than hissing.
"I think they've taken a liking to each other," Hermione commented, grinning, as the two cats sauntered off, out the room.
Draco rolled his eyes.
"I suppose not all pure something-or-others aren't stuck up," she added, her voice teasing. "What a moment. You stupid prat, you're only allowed one animal!"
Draco smirked, looking smug. "Forgotten already my last name? The power I hold with it?"
Hermione stuck out her tongue, sneering playfully. "Git."
"Very Head Girl-like Hermione, very mature."
~*~
"Well, tell us! You have to!" Parvati squealed.
Hermione looked around her old room, and back at her three friends.
"Come on, Hermione. We've been dying to know! What's he like!" Lavender exclaimed.
"This is what you brought me here for, Ginny? Traitor."
Ginny blushed, looking down. "Well, we really want to know!"
"Ooh, seen him in the shower yet, Hermione?" Parvati grinned.
This time, Hermione blushed, looking embarrassed. "No," she lied, remembering yesterday.
Ok, it wasn't really lying, as she hadn't seen him…
"Messed with Draco in the shower?"
"Bloody hell, what kind of questions are these?" she shrieked, her face close to matching Ginny's hair.
"Answer it!" Lavender insisted.
"Well, er, not exactly…"
The three girls sitting beside her squealed. "Hermione!"
"Ok, ok…erm, what surprised you about him?" Ginny asked, beaming.
He's a surprisingly nice little prat when he wants to be. He's very flirtatious. Draco is very playful, too.
All these thoughts spun themselves together in her mind.
"Er, he's rather…polite," she finished lamely. "Well, recently, anyway," Hermione added, remembering how set he was on bedding her.
"Recently?" Parvati prodded, not failing to miss the addition.
"Yes."
"As in…?"
"As in he was a complete arse before. Gods, I can't believe I'm having this conversation with you three! Draco Malfoy's nothing but a git! A huge prat!"
"Well, until now, anyway," Lavender taunted twirling her hair.
Hermione blushed considerably. "I don't know what you're talking about," she replied, stubbornly.
"Fine, Hermione. Fine. We'll leave you alone…if you tell us a secret about Malfoy," Ginny added sneakily.
His mother, she thought instantly.
Thankfully, her mouth was quicker. "Just because I live with the git doesn't mean I know a secret about him! Bugger, it's not like we have sleepovers every night."
Except that time you were bonded together, and the night before, where you willingly slept on top of him, her mind corrected.
"Damn, well there goes the next question," Parvati joked.
"Pardon?" Hermione shrieked, looking offended. "What are you trying to say?"
"Nothing," Ginny intervened. "We're just…curious. Fine then, if you don't want to tell us…"
"No, there has to be a secret Hermione knows. Look, 'Mione there's no way you can live with a guy for a month or two, and know nothing," Lavender pointed out.
"Where there's a Malfoy, there's a way," Hermione quipped.
All three girls narrowed their eyes, looking rather suspicious.
"Just tell us! Why are you defending him?"
"Wha—I'm doing no such thing! Honestly, protecting Malfoy. Bloody hell, what exactly do you think happens when we're together? No, wait, don't answer that," Hermione concluded, seeing their mischievous looks.
"Come on, throw us a bone, here!"
"Ugh. Fine. Er, he's rather sensitive about…his…family."
"Oh, his family. Right," Parvati said sarcastically.
"Oh, you don't believe her? I though she was talking about—" Lavender paused to giggle. "I thought she was talking about his…you know…privates."
"Oh my Gods, no! I don't know anything about that!" Hermione yelled, scooting back. "Anyhow, it's true. That's his secret, now leave me alone."
With that, she jumped up, and bounded down the stairs.
"Bye, 'Mione!" Ron yelled.
Stupid friends. They had to convince her she needed a Girls' night up. Idiots.
~*~
After Hermione announced she was visiting her friends, Draco decided it was time to visit his.
"What's it like living with the Mudblood?" a Slytherin sixth year asked.
"What's she wear to bed?"
"Seen her shower?"
"Ew, Kevin. It's the mudblood," another exclaimed.
Draco folded his arms across his chest, propping up his feet on a nearby table. After having settled into the armchair, he looked back up at his House members.
"What do you care, anyway?" he demanded. "Nothing but filth," he lied.
"Draco, even you have to admit she isn't the ugly little bookworm she was before," the boy named Kevin insisted.
"Gods, you people are acting like you've never seen a mudblood. What's your problem?" Draco spat. "It's only Hermione."
"Only Hermione?" asked a voice.
He turned toward the sound, feeling a smirk cross his features. "Yeah, that's right, Thompson. Why don't you tell them all about your go with her, eh?"
Kyle stepped out of the shadows, where he was partially hidden by the darkness of the curtain. "I have no bloody idea what you're talking about," he said sharply.
"Aw, sure you do, mate. After all, you went out with her."
The Slytherins turned their attention toward Kyle, eyeing him nastily.
"Went out with her?" demanded a boy. "What were you playing at?"
"Look, boys. That wasn't it, was it Kyle?" Draco pressed, forgetting completely about hurting Hermione, remembering only that he wanted to get even with Thompson.
"What's he talking about, Kyle?" asked one of Kyle's friends.
"To hell if I know, Ryan," he hissed, his blue eyes flaming. "Probably just jealous."
"Of what?" Draco scoffed.
"The fact that she hates your guts. I'm leaving now. I'm not about to go around hurting innocent girls."
Kyle was three-quarters of the way up to his dorm when Draco called, "Weren't thinking of that when you bed Granger, now were you?"
He froze, and turned to face the House. "You filthy little liar."
Draco looked about, innocently. "I don't lie, do I boys?"
Crabbe and Goyle grunted.
~*~
By the next morning, the Slytherin girls who had been listening intently to Draco's conversation had spread word to just near about everyone.
All around the Great Hall at breakfast, people from every House were whispering wildly, smirking at those who hadn't heard.
Among that short list, were, of course, Hermione, Ron, and Harry.
As the trio sat down, Parvati and Lavender swooped down, giggling. "Why didn't you tell us?" they demanded.
"Tell you what?" Hermione questioned, confused.
"About Kyle, of course."
"What about him?"
"You…went all the way," Parvati whispered, awed.
Harry and Ron shot wounded looks at her.
"What's this?" Harry asked, furrowing his brow.
"Nothing," Hermione replied quickly. "It was a long time ago…I…"
"Bugger, Hermione! You know how much we hate the lot!" Ron hissed, far beyond pissed.
"I didn't…I mean…If you just knew him…He's rather nice," she stuttered.
But her two friends wouldn't hear of it.
Ron jumped up, grabbing Harry. "Let's go, mate."
Harry shot her one last look of confusion and worry, before being dragged out the Hall.
Across the room, Kyle looked sadly at her. "Sorry," he mouthed, pointing to Draco.
And Draco looked upset, too.
Something Hermione didn't care one bit about. All she knew was Draco Malfoy was as good as dead.
Author's Note:
I'M SORRY! But there was this one thing I wanted to work into the last time they fought, but it was a nasty little bugger. I promise, I'll try to make it worth it. You guys like 'dirty', so…And, if I can't do the 'dirty' scenes well, just in case, anyone care to help me?
Sorry it took a while, but I like to submit both fics at the same time.
Oh! I have a new story idea, and I want to know what you guys think. Here's a snippet:
The Tradition:
Every year, 10 former Hogwarts students are chosen. Five from each House are chosen. The way the two Houses are determined is by reflecting on the two that got along the least. More often than not, it was Slytherin and someone else.
They are tricked into going to a secret, hidden Manor for six months. Hopefully, this period of time will get them to cooperate, and become friends. It was something that started after they realized that had Voldemort perhaps made friends, nothing would have happened. It was an effort to save the students from destruction.
Generally, the ten picked are great wizards or witches. This is in hopes that its ten more great wizards or witches will join the fight against Voldemort.
This year, the results are crucial.
Ten bucks if you can guess the ten. Well, in your head. So…tell me what you think of it in a review, or email, or something. I really want to know. Hopefully, no one has that idea, but you know, even if they do, too bad! It'll be called "Living Arrangements", I think. Bound to change, I s'pose.
[Submitted: April 24, 2003]