a/n: Sorry about the mistake, its Zabini. Thanks Prozac Bunny. This is a super mild chapter. I promise next one'll be better!!!
Oh and you'll just have to be patient for 'the Draco and Hermione action'.
Chapter 16
As the occupants of the room skimmed through her CD collect with awe, she sat down at the electrical piano. She had played the piano from young but stopped when her mother died. A talented musician she was, no one noticed though. She never sang, fearing criticism. She only played in front of her teacher, Mrs. Granger and Leigha, never played in front of anyone else besides them.
Nicola saw her sitting at the piano, fingering notes. " Do you know how to play, Hermione?" she asked, sitting on the floor looking through her CDs.
" Well, only a little bit," she replied, unsure of what to say. She hoped they didn't ask her to play.
" Let's hear it then," Draco said, looking through her CDs as well, amused.
" N-no, thanks, I'm not very good," Hermione stuttered slightly. She was slightly nervous.
" Hm...the Gryffindor scared?" he said mockingly. He tutted and Hermione could feel her blood boil. He was seriously getting on her nerves. She growled.
" I don't play the electrical," she stated quite simply. ' Hah, got you there,' she thought to herself. With a flick of Draco's wand, a Grand piano appeared in the middle of the room.
" You're not allowed to use magic out of school," Hermione said to him, accusingly.
" You are in my house," he said back, smirking. " The Ministry can't trace and they call you the smartest witch of our time," he said, shaking his head as if sympathetically. Hermione glared at him. That prat.
" Did you know we can use magic in our house too, 'Mione?" Nicola quickly asked, sensing that a fight might break out.
" I'm afraid you left that bit of information out," Hermione told her sister and smiled. Inside, she was fuming. All that running around for nothing. Everything fitted together, no wonder she didn't get an owl from the Ministry. She went to sit down at the piano and started to play a piece. It was, a thousand miles, by Michelle Branch. She was slightly rusty at first but she picked up after a while.
Finally, she finished and looked up. " Not bad," Draco stated. Oh, how insufferable he was.
" You try," Hermione said, smirking. Draco Malfoy went and plopped himself next to her on the seat and started playing. It was, My Immortal, by Evanesence. Amazing was his playing. Much better than Hermione's but then again, he could practice whenever he wanted to, unlike Hermione.
" You're good," Hermione stated truthfully.
" Thank you," he smiled. He actually smiled. A genuine one. Hermione smiled back.
" So, baby, what did you do before coming?" Blaise asked his girlfriend, Nikki, who was in his arms.
" Oh! Hermione, tell them what you did! It was hilarious!" Nicola exclaimed, excited. Hermione laughed.
" Well..." she started. Hermione shared about the little thing she did that afternoon, scaring her brothers and father out of their wits. The teens laughed and for once, Hermione actually felt part of the crowd.
They continued talking and talking until a house-elf interrupted them," Master Malfoy, Master is wanting you and guests for dinner now,". The Durmstrang boys left via chimney and the rest walked down for dinner.
Oh and you'll just have to be patient for 'the Draco and Hermione action'.
Chapter 16
As the occupants of the room skimmed through her CD collect with awe, she sat down at the electrical piano. She had played the piano from young but stopped when her mother died. A talented musician she was, no one noticed though. She never sang, fearing criticism. She only played in front of her teacher, Mrs. Granger and Leigha, never played in front of anyone else besides them.
Nicola saw her sitting at the piano, fingering notes. " Do you know how to play, Hermione?" she asked, sitting on the floor looking through her CDs.
" Well, only a little bit," she replied, unsure of what to say. She hoped they didn't ask her to play.
" Let's hear it then," Draco said, looking through her CDs as well, amused.
" N-no, thanks, I'm not very good," Hermione stuttered slightly. She was slightly nervous.
" Hm...the Gryffindor scared?" he said mockingly. He tutted and Hermione could feel her blood boil. He was seriously getting on her nerves. She growled.
" I don't play the electrical," she stated quite simply. ' Hah, got you there,' she thought to herself. With a flick of Draco's wand, a Grand piano appeared in the middle of the room.
" You're not allowed to use magic out of school," Hermione said to him, accusingly.
" You are in my house," he said back, smirking. " The Ministry can't trace and they call you the smartest witch of our time," he said, shaking his head as if sympathetically. Hermione glared at him. That prat.
" Did you know we can use magic in our house too, 'Mione?" Nicola quickly asked, sensing that a fight might break out.
" I'm afraid you left that bit of information out," Hermione told her sister and smiled. Inside, she was fuming. All that running around for nothing. Everything fitted together, no wonder she didn't get an owl from the Ministry. She went to sit down at the piano and started to play a piece. It was, a thousand miles, by Michelle Branch. She was slightly rusty at first but she picked up after a while.
Finally, she finished and looked up. " Not bad," Draco stated. Oh, how insufferable he was.
" You try," Hermione said, smirking. Draco Malfoy went and plopped himself next to her on the seat and started playing. It was, My Immortal, by Evanesence. Amazing was his playing. Much better than Hermione's but then again, he could practice whenever he wanted to, unlike Hermione.
" You're good," Hermione stated truthfully.
" Thank you," he smiled. He actually smiled. A genuine one. Hermione smiled back.
" So, baby, what did you do before coming?" Blaise asked his girlfriend, Nikki, who was in his arms.
" Oh! Hermione, tell them what you did! It was hilarious!" Nicola exclaimed, excited. Hermione laughed.
" Well..." she started. Hermione shared about the little thing she did that afternoon, scaring her brothers and father out of their wits. The teens laughed and for once, Hermione actually felt part of the crowd.
They continued talking and talking until a house-elf interrupted them," Master Malfoy, Master is wanting you and guests for dinner now,". The Durmstrang boys left via chimney and the rest walked down for dinner.