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Hermione, after class, had to rush to the next one because she had delayed herself by staring at Malfoy. She was running along the corridor, trying to keep her things from falling, when she collided into a hard, big figure. She was looking down, but she immediately dropped all her books from the collision.
"I'm so sorry!" She cried out as she bent over, scurrying to pick up what she had dropped. She watched a pale hand gather some of the books and hand them to her. She swallowed, hard. Her eyes inched upward, for she knew who had stopped to help her AND who she had bumped into.
As she looked into those cold, icy eyes, a chill went through her entire body. She smiled nervously and continued to pick up her things.
"Thank you…" she whispered, and he handed her the rest of the books. He nodded, and stood up. Hermione felt a rush, and she put her hand up. "Wait!"
He stopped, and looked at her, expressionless. Hermione just stared at him for a second, and then she shook her head nervously.
"Nothing, sorry," she looked down and as she stood up, heard him briskly walk away. Hermione sighed sadly as she watched him, and she made her way to the next class.
He was not in her next class, however, Harry and Ron were. She was unusually quiet during the lab, and Harry noticed this. He and Ron knowingly looked at each other, then Ron spoke up.
"Hermione, you have been acting really strange today. You can tell us whatever is going on with you because we are kind of worried!" Ron insisted. Hermione looked nervously at them, and she managed a small smile.
"Nothing is wrong, I told you. Just drop it," she said with a little annoyance. Harry backed away from her a little, and Ron put his hands up.
"Ok, sorry.." Ron mumbled, opening his eyes wide.
Hermione did not speak for the rest of class, afraid that they might question her some more about her odd behavior. That was not what she wanted to discuss, for she didn't even really know. Her mind was in a stir, she was so confused about her new coming feelings. At dinner, she hardly touched her food, and she stared over at the Slytherin table, just hoping for a glance of him. She didn't see him though, and when half of dinner had passed, she quickly got up and walked out fast. Harry and Ron tried not to notice, but Harry brought her up anyway.
"What on earth is the matter with her? She has never acted like this before," Harry seriously stated, cutting up his food.
"I know, and remember this morning, the way she was looking at Malfoy? Weird," Ron chewed on his food. Harry looked in the direction of which she left. His face turned a scarlet color. Ron chuckled.
"Harry! You're turning red!" Ron laughed, and that only caused the color on Harry's cheeks to deepen.
"Shut it, Ron," Harry mumbled, trying to not draw attention to themselves.
"Oh, is someone a little jealous? Well, don't worry Harry, I won't tell!" Ron quieted his laughing as he stuffed more food into his mouth.
"What would she see in Malfoy, anyway? She wouldn't. She wouldn't see anything in him," Harry looked over to the direction of his table, not seeing him. 'Did she go and follow him, wherever he went?' Harry thought, then shaking his head. 'She probably had to use the restroom, is all.'
Hermione tried to think. If she was him, where would she go? She was not about to check in Slytherin, so she hoped he would just we wandering around the main school corridors. She walked down near the library, and opened the big heavy door. It was dark in there, but she crept in, hoping no one else was in there. Even if she found nothing, she needed a quiet place to think.
As she walked, she heard something drop in the Restricted section. As she whipped her head around, she saw the door close, and she ran after whoever it was. She ran out of the library, and saw a dark figure flash around the corner, heading toward the Potions classrooms. She ran after it, until they were in a very dark corridor. The figure stopped, and abruptly turned around.
"Why are you following me," he asked. Hermione trembled.
"I..I don't know," she stammered. She started to turn around to leave, when he stepped forward.
"Yes, you know why,"
Hermione didn't turn to face him. What was she supposed to say? 'Oh, I've been stalking you because I have fallen in love with you, Draco.' That wouldn't go over well. She searched in her mind for something to say, anything at all, but she could think of no excuse.
"You must have noticed I was not at dinner, and followed me into the library, and you have chased me here. Why?"
His tone was not angry; but he did not really have a tone of voice. He spoke very clearly, with just a hint of questioning. Hermione turned her head to face him, staring right into those eyes, intriguing her, shaking her whole body. She shook her head, for she was still without an answer for him.
"Potter put you up to this, didn't he. I should have known," he said solemnly, shaking his head back so his hair would fall back into place. Hermione shook her head, unable to speak.
"Then why are you here."
The candlelight danced on his face, as it had done in her dream. She pictured him on that bed next to her, him stroking her hair, saying her name…Now he was illuminated in the shadows so to speak, and the seductiveness he had captured her every fiber in her body. What she would give to pour her heart out, but she knew if she spoke of her true feelings, whatever they were, he would reject her entirely.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, and that was all she could manage to say. He nodded.
"It's alright," he stated simply, without anger or rudeness. "You'd better get back though, before they notice you are gone. You could get in trouble."
"You, too," Hermione said, motioning towards him. He shook his head.
"No one would notice if I was gone," He turned his head and smiled, laughing a little.
"I did," Hermione looked him straight in the eyes as he faced her, turning his head at her statement. Hermione looked down, and took a deep breath. He started closer to her, she looked up into his eyes as he did. He was less than 2 feet from her, towering at least 6 feet, and she could see him more clear than ever. Her heart raced, barely standing it.
"I see that," he whispered. Her knees went weak, making her feel like falling over. She felt as if she were flying, hovering, for she could not feel her feet.
How beautiful she is…how she would never want me.
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Hermione, after class, had to rush to the next one because she had delayed herself by staring at Malfoy. She was running along the corridor, trying to keep her things from falling, when she collided into a hard, big figure. She was looking down, but she immediately dropped all her books from the collision.
"I'm so sorry!" She cried out as she bent over, scurrying to pick up what she had dropped. She watched a pale hand gather some of the books and hand them to her. She swallowed, hard. Her eyes inched upward, for she knew who had stopped to help her AND who she had bumped into.
As she looked into those cold, icy eyes, a chill went through her entire body. She smiled nervously and continued to pick up her things.
"Thank you…" she whispered, and he handed her the rest of the books. He nodded, and stood up. Hermione felt a rush, and she put her hand up. "Wait!"
He stopped, and looked at her, expressionless. Hermione just stared at him for a second, and then she shook her head nervously.
"Nothing, sorry," she looked down and as she stood up, heard him briskly walk away. Hermione sighed sadly as she watched him, and she made her way to the next class.
He was not in her next class, however, Harry and Ron were. She was unusually quiet during the lab, and Harry noticed this. He and Ron knowingly looked at each other, then Ron spoke up.
"Hermione, you have been acting really strange today. You can tell us whatever is going on with you because we are kind of worried!" Ron insisted. Hermione looked nervously at them, and she managed a small smile.
"Nothing is wrong, I told you. Just drop it," she said with a little annoyance. Harry backed away from her a little, and Ron put his hands up.
"Ok, sorry.." Ron mumbled, opening his eyes wide.
Hermione did not speak for the rest of class, afraid that they might question her some more about her odd behavior. That was not what she wanted to discuss, for she didn't even really know. Her mind was in a stir, she was so confused about her new coming feelings. At dinner, she hardly touched her food, and she stared over at the Slytherin table, just hoping for a glance of him. She didn't see him though, and when half of dinner had passed, she quickly got up and walked out fast. Harry and Ron tried not to notice, but Harry brought her up anyway.
"What on earth is the matter with her? She has never acted like this before," Harry seriously stated, cutting up his food.
"I know, and remember this morning, the way she was looking at Malfoy? Weird," Ron chewed on his food. Harry looked in the direction of which she left. His face turned a scarlet color. Ron chuckled.
"Harry! You're turning red!" Ron laughed, and that only caused the color on Harry's cheeks to deepen.
"Shut it, Ron," Harry mumbled, trying to not draw attention to themselves.
"Oh, is someone a little jealous? Well, don't worry Harry, I won't tell!" Ron quieted his laughing as he stuffed more food into his mouth.
"What would she see in Malfoy, anyway? She wouldn't. She wouldn't see anything in him," Harry looked over to the direction of his table, not seeing him. 'Did she go and follow him, wherever he went?' Harry thought, then shaking his head. 'She probably had to use the restroom, is all.'
Hermione tried to think. If she was him, where would she go? She was not about to check in Slytherin, so she hoped he would just we wandering around the main school corridors. She walked down near the library, and opened the big heavy door. It was dark in there, but she crept in, hoping no one else was in there. Even if she found nothing, she needed a quiet place to think.
As she walked, she heard something drop in the Restricted section. As she whipped her head around, she saw the door close, and she ran after whoever it was. She ran out of the library, and saw a dark figure flash around the corner, heading toward the Potions classrooms. She ran after it, until they were in a very dark corridor. The figure stopped, and abruptly turned around.
"Why are you following me," he asked. Hermione trembled.
"I..I don't know," she stammered. She started to turn around to leave, when he stepped forward.
"Yes, you know why,"
Hermione didn't turn to face him. What was she supposed to say? 'Oh, I've been stalking you because I have fallen in love with you, Draco.' That wouldn't go over well. She searched in her mind for something to say, anything at all, but she could think of no excuse.
"You must have noticed I was not at dinner, and followed me into the library, and you have chased me here. Why?"
His tone was not angry; but he did not really have a tone of voice. He spoke very clearly, with just a hint of questioning. Hermione turned her head to face him, staring right into those eyes, intriguing her, shaking her whole body. She shook her head, for she was still without an answer for him.
"Potter put you up to this, didn't he. I should have known," he said solemnly, shaking his head back so his hair would fall back into place. Hermione shook her head, unable to speak.
"Then why are you here."
The candlelight danced on his face, as it had done in her dream. She pictured him on that bed next to her, him stroking her hair, saying her name…Now he was illuminated in the shadows so to speak, and the seductiveness he had captured her every fiber in her body. What she would give to pour her heart out, but she knew if she spoke of her true feelings, whatever they were, he would reject her entirely.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, and that was all she could manage to say. He nodded.
"It's alright," he stated simply, without anger or rudeness. "You'd better get back though, before they notice you are gone. You could get in trouble."
"You, too," Hermione said, motioning towards him. He shook his head.
"No one would notice if I was gone," He turned his head and smiled, laughing a little.
"I did," Hermione looked him straight in the eyes as he faced her, turning his head at her statement. Hermione looked down, and took a deep breath. He started closer to her, she looked up into his eyes as he did. He was less than 2 feet from her, towering at least 6 feet, and she could see him more clear than ever. Her heart raced, barely standing it.
"I see that," he whispered. Her knees went weak, making her feel like falling over. She felt as if she were flying, hovering, for she could not feel her feet.
How beautiful she is…how she would never want me.
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