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!With that, I left the room. Maybe I wouldn't try to get revenge after all. . .
Hermione's Pov
I listened to D's footsteps echo away. What else could I do? Sighing, I carefully lowered myself off the bed and felt along the walls to my closet, counting the steps as I walked. Or, at least I attempted to count the steps. I suddenly regretted not keeping my room spotless. Don't get me wrong, my room was clean, except a couple misplaced books on the floor were suddenly a hazard, and flip-flops were suddenly turned into tools that could be the cause of my death.
Therefore, my counting went as follows. One – two – three – four – AHH! – Thud! – Ergh. – Five – six – seven – eight.
On the eighth step, I clutched the closet door handle in relief. Closet! I flung the door open in triumph, which resulted in nothing but a loud swishing sound and a stubbed toe. Sniffle. My room just hates me doesn't it? That's it. Everything's my room's fault. Everything. Spilled coffee? It's my room's fault. Broken down car? It's my room's fault. Hitler's reincarnation (a.k.a. Voldemort) coming back to take over the world and making a bigger hole in the ozone layer causing a major second ice age like in the movie The Day After Tomorrow even though I don't believe in global warming? It's all my room's fault I tell you!
I swear. . . If anyone could hear my thoughts, I'd probably be locked up before I could say Loony Bin.
Draco's Pov
It wasn't five minutes after walking out of Hermione's room that I heard a crash upstairs. Well. . It's kind of obvious who that is. . Well, no major injuries, I'm sure. .I hope. Ha. That's a first. I'm hoping that Hermione isn't hurt. . . . Since when have I called her Hermione anyway . . . Oh well. I'll think about that later.
I padded down the hallway to the kitchen where Jake and Zoe sat, both of them clutching 2 chocolate milkshakes. I stopped and looked them up and down.
"One of those better be for me."
"Nut-uh. They're for Hermione and her invisible friend Jilka." Grinned Zoe. I glared at her and took one of the milkshakes out of her grasp. She simply shook her head and said, "Jilka will be very angry. Very very angry."
"Jilka should go jump off a cliff." Is all I said as I took the other milkshake from her. "I have to go see Hermione about this 'Jilka' person."
As I turned around and started back up the hallway, I heard Zoe's giggles echoing in the kitchen, soon to be joined by Jake's deep chuckle. Strange pair, those two.
Hermione's Pov
I stood inside my closet, trying to figure out how to go about what I was about to do. I ran my hands through the hanging clothes, remembering how I used to run through the mall's clothes store doing the exact same thing for fun. Now I'm doing it so I can attempt to find a decent outfit.
I figured the easiest outfit to find would be my "Fraggle Rock" t-shirt because it had a huge iron-on on it (AN – yes Rosie that means you) and my black jeans that had zippers up to the knees, because of the zippers. Ok, so the jeans were faded from abuse and wearing them too many times and the t-shirt was. . . a t-shirt. Give me a break! At least I wouldn't be wearing hot pink and pale orange at the same time! That's the only combo I can't stand.
They were as easy to find as I thought they would be. Which was pretty easy, after I figured out that it helped to start at the hanger and then move downwards so that I'd only have one piece of clothing in my hand at a time. Maybe I should have thrown some of these old t-shirts out. . . my closet wouldn't be nearly as stuffed. Oh well!
Draco's Pov
When I got to Hermione's room I saw Hermione standing there, slowly trailing her hands through the clothes in her closet. I sat the shakes down and just watched her. Her brow was furrowed in concentration as she carefully examined each piece of clothing with her hands, searching for something. Her face broke into a grin as she pulled out a t-shirt, and after another minute of searching it broke into another at a certain pair of jeans.
I figured I should probably tell her I was there when she stopped. She looked blankly at the floor for a moment, and suddenly looked straight towards me. "D? Is that you?"
Somehow managing to not freak out, I said, "Yea. And I have milkshakes!"
Hermione grinned for the third time as she took another few steps towards her bed, her left arm extended and searching for a surface. When she found the bedpost she settled down on the bed and said, "Come on! Do you really think I'm going to come to you? I'm surprised I don't have a concussion by now!"
I laughed as I walked over to her and sat next to her. "Here's your milkshake." I said, taking her hand and pressing the milkshake into it. She looked at me as suspiciously as I supposed she could, and asked slowly, "Does it have a straw?"
Unfortunately I found this extremely funny, and I was taking a giant gulp of my milkshake at the time she was saying it. This resulted in me spitting half my milkshake out across the room right before falling into hysterics. Oh smooth one. Great way to get her to like you Draco! Ruin her carpet!
After recovering from my hysterics, I apologized. Repeatedly. Apparently, Hermione found this as funny as I had found her asking if her milkshake had a straw funny, considering, she was soon laughing as hard as I was. I don't even know why it was funny! All I had said was, "Oh my gosh! I'm sorry! I'll pay for people to come in and fix the carpet! Sorry!" Okay, so this was a bit out of character for me. That is NOT the point!
I saw why she found it so funny the moment she quit laughing. She was grinning wickedly as she picked up her wand from her night-stand, flicked it and said, "Scourgify."
What happened next was Hermione sat on her bed grinning while I glared at her for five minutes before I realized she couldn't tell I was glaring at her. Or, at least she couldn't see it. So I said, "It wasn't that funny." In a pouty voice instead. I can't believe this. . . I pouted.
Hermione's grin somehow managed to glow brighter as she retorted, "Yes, it was."
"No, it wasn't."
"Was too!"
"Was not!"
"'s to!"
"'s not!"
"'S TO!" Hermione cheered before dissolving into fits of giggles. I realized why a minute later. I also chose not to comment. "You remind me a lot of this guy I used to go to school with. . . Even though I probably wouldn't have ever talked to him if I hadn't come here with him on the airplane trip. . ."
I watched her in silence. It was really weird to see her expressions change from one to another so quickly, especially since I couldn't decipher them yet. We sat in comfortable silence until I said, "How did you know it was me?"
Hermione grinned and said, "You were wearing axe. And now I have a question for you."
"Shoot."
She picked the milkshake that she must've deposited on the nightstand while I was laughing. "Does it have a straw or not?" she asked as she smiled.
AN = Ok. I'll write more later. It's too late where I am to write more. Ok, so it isn't that late but I can barely keep my eyes open. Let alone try to keep some quality in my writing. And yes, Draco's ooc. I don't really care. I don't like how he's always extremely freaked when he figures out that Hermione's at least considered a friend in his mind. Geez... Hermione smiles a lot. Haha. Well, whatever. TTYL people!
Ps – ACK ITS SO SHORT!
To all my beauteous reviewers: I love you all!!!!!
!With that, I left the room. Maybe I wouldn't try to get revenge after all. . .
Hermione's Pov
I listened to D's footsteps echo away. What else could I do? Sighing, I carefully lowered myself off the bed and felt along the walls to my closet, counting the steps as I walked. Or, at least I attempted to count the steps. I suddenly regretted not keeping my room spotless. Don't get me wrong, my room was clean, except a couple misplaced books on the floor were suddenly a hazard, and flip-flops were suddenly turned into tools that could be the cause of my death.
Therefore, my counting went as follows. One – two – three – four – AHH! – Thud! – Ergh. – Five – six – seven – eight.
On the eighth step, I clutched the closet door handle in relief. Closet! I flung the door open in triumph, which resulted in nothing but a loud swishing sound and a stubbed toe. Sniffle. My room just hates me doesn't it? That's it. Everything's my room's fault. Everything. Spilled coffee? It's my room's fault. Broken down car? It's my room's fault. Hitler's reincarnation (a.k.a. Voldemort) coming back to take over the world and making a bigger hole in the ozone layer causing a major second ice age like in the movie The Day After Tomorrow even though I don't believe in global warming? It's all my room's fault I tell you!
I swear. . . If anyone could hear my thoughts, I'd probably be locked up before I could say Loony Bin.
Draco's Pov
It wasn't five minutes after walking out of Hermione's room that I heard a crash upstairs. Well. . It's kind of obvious who that is. . Well, no major injuries, I'm sure. .I hope. Ha. That's a first. I'm hoping that Hermione isn't hurt. . . . Since when have I called her Hermione anyway . . . Oh well. I'll think about that later.
I padded down the hallway to the kitchen where Jake and Zoe sat, both of them clutching 2 chocolate milkshakes. I stopped and looked them up and down.
"One of those better be for me."
"Nut-uh. They're for Hermione and her invisible friend Jilka." Grinned Zoe. I glared at her and took one of the milkshakes out of her grasp. She simply shook her head and said, "Jilka will be very angry. Very very angry."
"Jilka should go jump off a cliff." Is all I said as I took the other milkshake from her. "I have to go see Hermione about this 'Jilka' person."
As I turned around and started back up the hallway, I heard Zoe's giggles echoing in the kitchen, soon to be joined by Jake's deep chuckle. Strange pair, those two.
Hermione's Pov
I stood inside my closet, trying to figure out how to go about what I was about to do. I ran my hands through the hanging clothes, remembering how I used to run through the mall's clothes store doing the exact same thing for fun. Now I'm doing it so I can attempt to find a decent outfit.
I figured the easiest outfit to find would be my "Fraggle Rock" t-shirt because it had a huge iron-on on it (AN – yes Rosie that means you) and my black jeans that had zippers up to the knees, because of the zippers. Ok, so the jeans were faded from abuse and wearing them too many times and the t-shirt was. . . a t-shirt. Give me a break! At least I wouldn't be wearing hot pink and pale orange at the same time! That's the only combo I can't stand.
They were as easy to find as I thought they would be. Which was pretty easy, after I figured out that it helped to start at the hanger and then move downwards so that I'd only have one piece of clothing in my hand at a time. Maybe I should have thrown some of these old t-shirts out. . . my closet wouldn't be nearly as stuffed. Oh well!
Draco's Pov
When I got to Hermione's room I saw Hermione standing there, slowly trailing her hands through the clothes in her closet. I sat the shakes down and just watched her. Her brow was furrowed in concentration as she carefully examined each piece of clothing with her hands, searching for something. Her face broke into a grin as she pulled out a t-shirt, and after another minute of searching it broke into another at a certain pair of jeans.
I figured I should probably tell her I was there when she stopped. She looked blankly at the floor for a moment, and suddenly looked straight towards me. "D? Is that you?"
Somehow managing to not freak out, I said, "Yea. And I have milkshakes!"
Hermione grinned for the third time as she took another few steps towards her bed, her left arm extended and searching for a surface. When she found the bedpost she settled down on the bed and said, "Come on! Do you really think I'm going to come to you? I'm surprised I don't have a concussion by now!"
I laughed as I walked over to her and sat next to her. "Here's your milkshake." I said, taking her hand and pressing the milkshake into it. She looked at me as suspiciously as I supposed she could, and asked slowly, "Does it have a straw?"
Unfortunately I found this extremely funny, and I was taking a giant gulp of my milkshake at the time she was saying it. This resulted in me spitting half my milkshake out across the room right before falling into hysterics. Oh smooth one. Great way to get her to like you Draco! Ruin her carpet!
After recovering from my hysterics, I apologized. Repeatedly. Apparently, Hermione found this as funny as I had found her asking if her milkshake had a straw funny, considering, she was soon laughing as hard as I was. I don't even know why it was funny! All I had said was, "Oh my gosh! I'm sorry! I'll pay for people to come in and fix the carpet! Sorry!" Okay, so this was a bit out of character for me. That is NOT the point!
I saw why she found it so funny the moment she quit laughing. She was grinning wickedly as she picked up her wand from her night-stand, flicked it and said, "Scourgify."
What happened next was Hermione sat on her bed grinning while I glared at her for five minutes before I realized she couldn't tell I was glaring at her. Or, at least she couldn't see it. So I said, "It wasn't that funny." In a pouty voice instead. I can't believe this. . . I pouted.
Hermione's grin somehow managed to glow brighter as she retorted, "Yes, it was."
"No, it wasn't."
"Was too!"
"Was not!"
"'s to!"
"'s not!"
"'S TO!" Hermione cheered before dissolving into fits of giggles. I realized why a minute later. I also chose not to comment. "You remind me a lot of this guy I used to go to school with. . . Even though I probably wouldn't have ever talked to him if I hadn't come here with him on the airplane trip. . ."
I watched her in silence. It was really weird to see her expressions change from one to another so quickly, especially since I couldn't decipher them yet. We sat in comfortable silence until I said, "How did you know it was me?"
Hermione grinned and said, "You were wearing axe. And now I have a question for you."
"Shoot."
She picked the milkshake that she must've deposited on the nightstand while I was laughing. "Does it have a straw or not?" she asked as she smiled.
AN = Ok. I'll write more later. It's too late where I am to write more. Ok, so it isn't that late but I can barely keep my eyes open. Let alone try to keep some quality in my writing. And yes, Draco's ooc. I don't really care. I don't like how he's always extremely freaked when he figures out that Hermione's at least considered a friend in his mind. Geez... Hermione smiles a lot. Haha. Well, whatever. TTYL people!
Ps – ACK ITS SO SHORT!