A/N: this chapter mite be bad.. I dont know.. I need ideas 4 the next
chapter.. Im sorry if it sucks.
Chapter 13
Draco's POV
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As Draco had his dinner, he considered Ginny's help with getting Hermione. Then he remembered what Ginny said about Krum coming to Hogwarts for a while.... That would ruin his plan completely.
Yes, he thought, I better have Ginny help me in this one. He put his head down and quickly finished his dinner before Goyle or Crabbe ate the rest of it.
At 9 o'clock, Draco walked into the trophy room to find Filch. He didn't look very happy. Probably because the punishment wasn't as harsh as he wanted it to be.
He pointed to the dirty trophies in the corner. "Clean them. Pure elbow grease. Understand?"
Draco nodded and sighed as he bent down to pick up a dirty trophy and started to clean.
Hermione's POV
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Hermione jolted awake when the portrait door opened and hit the wall with a thud. She rubbed her eyes and looked up to see had arrived.
It was Draco, looking rather uncomfortable. He looked like he was in pain.
"What's wrong Draco?" asked Hermione with a yawn.
"I was in the trophy room cleaning the trophies. I couldn't use magic. It's unbelievable. I didn't know there were that many trophies. Now my arm is really sore."
Hermione thought for a moment before heading off to her room to put her things away. "I think you need a massage Draco," she yelled.
"It is your lucky day because I'm an expert. Just lie on the couch."
When she came out, Draco was lying on the couch, tired as ever. She climbed on to the end of the couch. "Which arm?"
"Right," he said simply.
She started to massage him. He let a little moan of relaxation. Hermione felt his muscles loosen up. After a few minutes, Draco said, "You're really good. Now that your doing this, could you do my shoulders?"
"Slave driver."
After ½ an hour of massaging, Draco got up from the couch. He had a smile on his face. "You're the best so far. If I ever need a massage, I'll just call you!"
"Thanks," replied Hermione.
Draco let out a yawn. "Thanks, Hermione. I really needed that." He gave her a hug of gratitude. Hermione inhaled. God he smelt good!!!! "Well I'm going to bed. You?"
"Yeah, I'm going up too."
They walked up the stairs together. "Night," said Draco. "Night," said Hermione sleepily. She opened her door and went straight in. As she put her pyjamas on, she couldn't help thinking, I'm beginning to like this new Draco. Maybe I like him more than a friend........ No! he's nothing more than a friend. It will always be that way. What would Ron and Harry think?
Hermione shook her head feeling confused.
Draco's POV
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Draco woke up early the next morning. He got out of bed and checked himself in the mirror. His hair was all messy. He grabbed his wand and muttered a spell to put his hair back to its sleek state. He didn't want to embarrass himself in front of Hermione.
He opened his door and stumbled out. He was never a morning person. He walked down the stairs to find Hermione already there at the table, reading the Daily Prophet.(sp?)
"Morning," said Hermione, with a cheerful smile. A smile that made him wide awake.
"Morning yourself," he said causally, rubbing his eyes.
"Did you have a good sleep?" she asked.
"Yep," he said. Dreaming about you, he thought.
"How's your arm?" asked Hermione, turning back to the paper.
Draco moved it a bit, then replied, "A little."
"What time is it?" he asked.
"10 to 7." Draco groaned.
"Well, I'm going to get changed..... and then snooze for a couple of minutes," he said. "Wake me up before class starts. What do we have today?"
"Double potions and Charms," said Hermione rather stiffly. Draco silently gulped. She hadn't got over the little incident.
When he walked out, Hermione was putting books into her bag. She glanced up at him. "Quick! You better go now, because I need to go to the library."
"I'll come too."
Hermione hesitated. "Ummmm. okay. If you're sure."
He grabbed his bag and ran after Hermione. He looked around the empty corridor just in case. He put his arm around her shoulder and whispered, "How long do you think we keep this secret that a Slytherin and Gryffindor being friends? I mean... .. Enemies suddenly becoming friends. It sounds fishy."
"I'm not sure. Sure enough, our friends won't be happy. I can imagine Ron go ballistic!" replied Hermione. A picture of Ron going scarlet appeared in her head. "He'd probably try and bash you up."
"Pppfffffftttttt. That stupid carrot head? Please. He sucks at about everything," said Draco.
Hermione threw his arm off her. "Draco, do not insult my friends!" she shouted angrily. "You might think it's funny, but I don't. If we're really friends, you will try keep your insults to a minimum. Understand?" she asked, looking at him with scary look that he probably could never master.
"Er.. Okay..."
"Good," she turned around, then said cheerfully, "Now let's go to the library."
"Scary and demanding," he muttered.
Hermione's POV
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Hermione took another book off the shelf. She put the book on top of her large pile. She tried to lift it up but couldn't. She sighed. She wanted all the books on the pile.
"Here, let me help you."
"Thanks Draco."
She took 4 books off the top of the pile and let Draco carry the rest. She led him to an empty table. She sat down.
Draco slammed the books down. "How many fucking books do you need!" hissed Draco. He groaned loudly as he sat down.
Hermione smirked. "A lot," she said simply.
"Well, I'm going to get a book. Call me if you need something."
½ an hour later, Hermione had read all her books and Draco had just come back from picking a book.
"Well I'm done, you?" she said.
Draco looked at her shocked. "You finished all those books and I just picked a book!" He shook his head in disbelief.
"Well, anyway, its almost time for class, you can go first, I wanna borrow this book," he said. He walked off to borrow his book.
Hermione picked up her bag and walked out of the library. This new Draco, he's much better than the old one.
Draco's POV
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Draco walked into the classroom. He was slightly panting because he had been running to get to his Potions class on time. Everyone was there already.
"Ahh... Mr Malfoy, glad you could make it. Take a sit next to your partner from our last session."
Draco walked up to Hermione and sat down. They both didn't say anything.
"Now today, I want to begin the Laughing potion. The ingredients," he flicked his wand and the cupboard full of potion ingredients opened, "are in here. The instructions are in your book, page 549. Begin."
Hermione and Draco opened their books. "Why were you late?" muttered Hermione.
"Peevees. He was throwing ink pellets, so I had to go the long way around."
"Well, anyway, let's start this."
They worked quietly and quickly. They finished the potion with 20 minutes to spare.
"Your potion should be a deep purple now."
Draco looked around. Yet again they had been the only one who had mastered the potion properly.
"Now, put your potion in the flask. It cannot be drunk until next week. I will also be marking this. You're dismissed."
Draco gathered his things. When he looked up, Hermione had already left. Sighing, he walked out too. His 2 goons were waiting for him. They looked stupid as ever. They both followed him to the next class.
A/N: did u like that one? It mite have sucked, I need more inspiration.. It mite be a while til I rite another one. Plez REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!
Chapter 13
Draco's POV
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
As Draco had his dinner, he considered Ginny's help with getting Hermione. Then he remembered what Ginny said about Krum coming to Hogwarts for a while.... That would ruin his plan completely.
Yes, he thought, I better have Ginny help me in this one. He put his head down and quickly finished his dinner before Goyle or Crabbe ate the rest of it.
At 9 o'clock, Draco walked into the trophy room to find Filch. He didn't look very happy. Probably because the punishment wasn't as harsh as he wanted it to be.
He pointed to the dirty trophies in the corner. "Clean them. Pure elbow grease. Understand?"
Draco nodded and sighed as he bent down to pick up a dirty trophy and started to clean.
Hermione's POV
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Hermione jolted awake when the portrait door opened and hit the wall with a thud. She rubbed her eyes and looked up to see had arrived.
It was Draco, looking rather uncomfortable. He looked like he was in pain.
"What's wrong Draco?" asked Hermione with a yawn.
"I was in the trophy room cleaning the trophies. I couldn't use magic. It's unbelievable. I didn't know there were that many trophies. Now my arm is really sore."
Hermione thought for a moment before heading off to her room to put her things away. "I think you need a massage Draco," she yelled.
"It is your lucky day because I'm an expert. Just lie on the couch."
When she came out, Draco was lying on the couch, tired as ever. She climbed on to the end of the couch. "Which arm?"
"Right," he said simply.
She started to massage him. He let a little moan of relaxation. Hermione felt his muscles loosen up. After a few minutes, Draco said, "You're really good. Now that your doing this, could you do my shoulders?"
"Slave driver."
After ½ an hour of massaging, Draco got up from the couch. He had a smile on his face. "You're the best so far. If I ever need a massage, I'll just call you!"
"Thanks," replied Hermione.
Draco let out a yawn. "Thanks, Hermione. I really needed that." He gave her a hug of gratitude. Hermione inhaled. God he smelt good!!!! "Well I'm going to bed. You?"
"Yeah, I'm going up too."
They walked up the stairs together. "Night," said Draco. "Night," said Hermione sleepily. She opened her door and went straight in. As she put her pyjamas on, she couldn't help thinking, I'm beginning to like this new Draco. Maybe I like him more than a friend........ No! he's nothing more than a friend. It will always be that way. What would Ron and Harry think?
Hermione shook her head feeling confused.
Draco's POV
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Draco woke up early the next morning. He got out of bed and checked himself in the mirror. His hair was all messy. He grabbed his wand and muttered a spell to put his hair back to its sleek state. He didn't want to embarrass himself in front of Hermione.
He opened his door and stumbled out. He was never a morning person. He walked down the stairs to find Hermione already there at the table, reading the Daily Prophet.(sp?)
"Morning," said Hermione, with a cheerful smile. A smile that made him wide awake.
"Morning yourself," he said causally, rubbing his eyes.
"Did you have a good sleep?" she asked.
"Yep," he said. Dreaming about you, he thought.
"How's your arm?" asked Hermione, turning back to the paper.
Draco moved it a bit, then replied, "A little."
"What time is it?" he asked.
"10 to 7." Draco groaned.
"Well, I'm going to get changed..... and then snooze for a couple of minutes," he said. "Wake me up before class starts. What do we have today?"
"Double potions and Charms," said Hermione rather stiffly. Draco silently gulped. She hadn't got over the little incident.
When he walked out, Hermione was putting books into her bag. She glanced up at him. "Quick! You better go now, because I need to go to the library."
"I'll come too."
Hermione hesitated. "Ummmm. okay. If you're sure."
He grabbed his bag and ran after Hermione. He looked around the empty corridor just in case. He put his arm around her shoulder and whispered, "How long do you think we keep this secret that a Slytherin and Gryffindor being friends? I mean... .. Enemies suddenly becoming friends. It sounds fishy."
"I'm not sure. Sure enough, our friends won't be happy. I can imagine Ron go ballistic!" replied Hermione. A picture of Ron going scarlet appeared in her head. "He'd probably try and bash you up."
"Pppfffffftttttt. That stupid carrot head? Please. He sucks at about everything," said Draco.
Hermione threw his arm off her. "Draco, do not insult my friends!" she shouted angrily. "You might think it's funny, but I don't. If we're really friends, you will try keep your insults to a minimum. Understand?" she asked, looking at him with scary look that he probably could never master.
"Er.. Okay..."
"Good," she turned around, then said cheerfully, "Now let's go to the library."
"Scary and demanding," he muttered.
Hermione's POV
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Hermione took another book off the shelf. She put the book on top of her large pile. She tried to lift it up but couldn't. She sighed. She wanted all the books on the pile.
"Here, let me help you."
"Thanks Draco."
She took 4 books off the top of the pile and let Draco carry the rest. She led him to an empty table. She sat down.
Draco slammed the books down. "How many fucking books do you need!" hissed Draco. He groaned loudly as he sat down.
Hermione smirked. "A lot," she said simply.
"Well, I'm going to get a book. Call me if you need something."
½ an hour later, Hermione had read all her books and Draco had just come back from picking a book.
"Well I'm done, you?" she said.
Draco looked at her shocked. "You finished all those books and I just picked a book!" He shook his head in disbelief.
"Well, anyway, its almost time for class, you can go first, I wanna borrow this book," he said. He walked off to borrow his book.
Hermione picked up her bag and walked out of the library. This new Draco, he's much better than the old one.
Draco's POV
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Draco walked into the classroom. He was slightly panting because he had been running to get to his Potions class on time. Everyone was there already.
"Ahh... Mr Malfoy, glad you could make it. Take a sit next to your partner from our last session."
Draco walked up to Hermione and sat down. They both didn't say anything.
"Now today, I want to begin the Laughing potion. The ingredients," he flicked his wand and the cupboard full of potion ingredients opened, "are in here. The instructions are in your book, page 549. Begin."
Hermione and Draco opened their books. "Why were you late?" muttered Hermione.
"Peevees. He was throwing ink pellets, so I had to go the long way around."
"Well, anyway, let's start this."
They worked quietly and quickly. They finished the potion with 20 minutes to spare.
"Your potion should be a deep purple now."
Draco looked around. Yet again they had been the only one who had mastered the potion properly.
"Now, put your potion in the flask. It cannot be drunk until next week. I will also be marking this. You're dismissed."
Draco gathered his things. When he looked up, Hermione had already left. Sighing, he walked out too. His 2 goons were waiting for him. They looked stupid as ever. They both followed him to the next class.
A/N: did u like that one? It mite have sucked, I need more inspiration.. It mite be a while til I rite another one. Plez REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!