A/N Wow. Thanks for all the reviews guys! I was so nervous...now I have
the strength to move on! (
"I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
Only when I start to think about you I know
Only when you start to think about me do you know"
-Three Days Grace
Malfoy POV
Honestly, I really thought I hated her. Her and everything she stood for. I mean, that woman just gets me just shaking! Usually with anger. Now though, it was quite a mix of anger and...some other emotion I wasn't sure I could put a name to yet. Frankly, I wasn't comfortable giving it a name.
So the days went by in this fashion: I would try to ignore Granger. Inevitably, though, I would get involved in some silly spat with her. Quite exhilarating, really, and I began looking forward to these squabbles.
The truth is, I was rather torn. I found myself think of her at odd moments during the day. I'd be getting dressed in the morning and wonder, 'would she like the black shirt or the green?'. If I succeeded concocting a rather complicated potion, I'd think to myself, 'ah, wouldn't Granger be impressed.' And the dreams. The dreams were wonderful. I couldn't always remember them, but when I awoke, it was as if I could feel her essence around me. It was a feeling that lingered for most of the day. It left me feeling peaceful and yet anxious. I remembered her lips, how they felt pressed beneath mine. I remembered running my fingers through her thick hair, the hair that I used to tease her about. I remembered touching her skin, so soft and sensual. I didn't dream about her everynight, but I found myself wishing I did. I started talking to myself. And passing that Golden Boy Potter in the halls was particularly torturous. I usually took every chance I had to make his life just a bit more miserable, but lately, if he were with her, I'd let the opportunity slip. Part of me was too busy gazing (yes, I was gazing again) at her, and part of me didn't want to upset her. I was seriously beginning to wonder about my sanity.
You see, I was raised a certain way, that is, to hate Muggles and Muggle- born. They were impure, dirty and vile. And even though I was finding serious fault in my father's ways, it is very hard to abandon something you've been taught for 16 years. Then again, I was also taught to take what I want. Yes, shameful as it was, I was starting to realize that I wanted her. Not only did I want her bodily, I wanted to know more about her: what she liked; what she did to relax and all sorts of other trivial things. I say trivial because, well, I never really cared what anyone else liked or did. Now I found myself wondering if she preferred treacle tart to lemon custard! RIDICULOUS!
So, after much thought, and much desire, I finally decided: what Draco wants, Draco will certainly get.
Hermione POV
Honestly, I could not figure out why that boy found it so amusing to harass me so mercilessly. He argued, he smirked and the worse of it, he invaded my space! I didn't know whether to slap him or just run away before I did something entirely unspeakable. After all, those dreams were still plaguing me, leaving me with strange thoughts, and even stranger desires.
I was sitting, minding my own business, in the library, researching some spells. Halloween was around the corner, and everyone was feeling particularly festive. It was rather getting on my nerves, as it was getting a bit too noisy to study.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone approach. Then I heard that voice that sent shivers down my spine.
"Ahem, Granger."
"Yes, Malfoy."
"Look, I hate to do this, but I'm taking Muggle Studies this year, and I have an essay I need you to help me write." He said this in a very exasperated tone of voice.
"Goodness, Malfoy, asking a Muggle-born for help? If that could even be considered asking. What is this world coming to?"
"Listen, Granger, don't be a wench about it. I thought who better than a Mud - er Muggle-born herself."
"Honestly, why should I help you? Watching you fail something might be fun."
"Because, it would give you an opportunity to prove your superiority over me...in this subject anyway," he said with a look of amusement on his face.
"That is somewhat tempting. Alright, what do you want to know?"
"Okay, I'm stuck with 'Muggle Forms of Entertainment'. What the heck is a 'Play Station'?"
"It's an electronic piece of equipment with which you can play games. The games are projected, sort of, onto a television."
"Uh, 'television'? And what kind of games?"
And so it went. I was shocked at Malfoy's complete ignorance of anything Muggle-related. His family must have kept him quite insulated. I helped him for a few hours, until I finally said, "Alright, I think we studied the nuances of the entertainment system for long enough. I'm knackered and really need to get some rest."
"I should have enough information for my essay. Muggles are bloody strange. Anyway, thanks, Granger."
Never having thought I would hear the words 'thank you' out of Malfoy's mouth, I stuttered, "Uh, um, okay, no, uh, problem, really."
Without warning, he took my hand in his, looked deeply into my eyes, said in a soft voice, "No, really, it was...very kind of you, considering the way you and I have never gotten along."
I was at once on the verge of melting, what with the way he was looking at me and the sheer proximity of him, and yet, I was very suspicious of his civil behavior. So I pulled myself together, raised one eyebrow, turned the hand holding into a firm handshake, and said, "Really, Malfoy, no big deal. It's second nature to me. Good night." And then I made my way out of the library. I do think he was a bit stunned.
I didn't know what he was planning, but he was NOT going to get the best of me.
"I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
Only when I start to think about you I know
Only when you start to think about me do you know"
-Three Days Grace
Malfoy POV
Honestly, I really thought I hated her. Her and everything she stood for. I mean, that woman just gets me just shaking! Usually with anger. Now though, it was quite a mix of anger and...some other emotion I wasn't sure I could put a name to yet. Frankly, I wasn't comfortable giving it a name.
So the days went by in this fashion: I would try to ignore Granger. Inevitably, though, I would get involved in some silly spat with her. Quite exhilarating, really, and I began looking forward to these squabbles.
The truth is, I was rather torn. I found myself think of her at odd moments during the day. I'd be getting dressed in the morning and wonder, 'would she like the black shirt or the green?'. If I succeeded concocting a rather complicated potion, I'd think to myself, 'ah, wouldn't Granger be impressed.' And the dreams. The dreams were wonderful. I couldn't always remember them, but when I awoke, it was as if I could feel her essence around me. It was a feeling that lingered for most of the day. It left me feeling peaceful and yet anxious. I remembered her lips, how they felt pressed beneath mine. I remembered running my fingers through her thick hair, the hair that I used to tease her about. I remembered touching her skin, so soft and sensual. I didn't dream about her everynight, but I found myself wishing I did. I started talking to myself. And passing that Golden Boy Potter in the halls was particularly torturous. I usually took every chance I had to make his life just a bit more miserable, but lately, if he were with her, I'd let the opportunity slip. Part of me was too busy gazing (yes, I was gazing again) at her, and part of me didn't want to upset her. I was seriously beginning to wonder about my sanity.
You see, I was raised a certain way, that is, to hate Muggles and Muggle- born. They were impure, dirty and vile. And even though I was finding serious fault in my father's ways, it is very hard to abandon something you've been taught for 16 years. Then again, I was also taught to take what I want. Yes, shameful as it was, I was starting to realize that I wanted her. Not only did I want her bodily, I wanted to know more about her: what she liked; what she did to relax and all sorts of other trivial things. I say trivial because, well, I never really cared what anyone else liked or did. Now I found myself wondering if she preferred treacle tart to lemon custard! RIDICULOUS!
So, after much thought, and much desire, I finally decided: what Draco wants, Draco will certainly get.
Hermione POV
Honestly, I could not figure out why that boy found it so amusing to harass me so mercilessly. He argued, he smirked and the worse of it, he invaded my space! I didn't know whether to slap him or just run away before I did something entirely unspeakable. After all, those dreams were still plaguing me, leaving me with strange thoughts, and even stranger desires.
I was sitting, minding my own business, in the library, researching some spells. Halloween was around the corner, and everyone was feeling particularly festive. It was rather getting on my nerves, as it was getting a bit too noisy to study.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone approach. Then I heard that voice that sent shivers down my spine.
"Ahem, Granger."
"Yes, Malfoy."
"Look, I hate to do this, but I'm taking Muggle Studies this year, and I have an essay I need you to help me write." He said this in a very exasperated tone of voice.
"Goodness, Malfoy, asking a Muggle-born for help? If that could even be considered asking. What is this world coming to?"
"Listen, Granger, don't be a wench about it. I thought who better than a Mud - er Muggle-born herself."
"Honestly, why should I help you? Watching you fail something might be fun."
"Because, it would give you an opportunity to prove your superiority over me...in this subject anyway," he said with a look of amusement on his face.
"That is somewhat tempting. Alright, what do you want to know?"
"Okay, I'm stuck with 'Muggle Forms of Entertainment'. What the heck is a 'Play Station'?"
"It's an electronic piece of equipment with which you can play games. The games are projected, sort of, onto a television."
"Uh, 'television'? And what kind of games?"
And so it went. I was shocked at Malfoy's complete ignorance of anything Muggle-related. His family must have kept him quite insulated. I helped him for a few hours, until I finally said, "Alright, I think we studied the nuances of the entertainment system for long enough. I'm knackered and really need to get some rest."
"I should have enough information for my essay. Muggles are bloody strange. Anyway, thanks, Granger."
Never having thought I would hear the words 'thank you' out of Malfoy's mouth, I stuttered, "Uh, um, okay, no, uh, problem, really."
Without warning, he took my hand in his, looked deeply into my eyes, said in a soft voice, "No, really, it was...very kind of you, considering the way you and I have never gotten along."
I was at once on the verge of melting, what with the way he was looking at me and the sheer proximity of him, and yet, I was very suspicious of his civil behavior. So I pulled myself together, raised one eyebrow, turned the hand holding into a firm handshake, and said, "Really, Malfoy, no big deal. It's second nature to me. Good night." And then I made my way out of the library. I do think he was a bit stunned.
I didn't know what he was planning, but he was NOT going to get the best of me.