Hi again! Umm.. yeah, I'm not too proud of this chapter but I was desperate to update before I left for Europe (tomorrow). So enjoy reading, and another update will be in a little over 2 weeks! Thanks for the reviews! I really appreciate them :) I'm in a bit of a hurry so I won't go through everyone that reviewed, like I would like to, but I just want to say thank you and to orea69not96: no, Hermione is not with Fred. She's just really flirtatious with guys.
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Chapter 3: Just Grow Up, It's the Only Thing Left to Do
The Great Hall was full of students. They were all loudly re-acquainting themselves with their fellow housemates and waiting eagerly for the feast to begin.
Hermione, however, seemed to be very preoccupied. Sitting between Ron and Ginny, and didn't talk much. Her conversations consisted of smiles and one-word comments and responses. She didn't even cheer when first years got sorted into Gryffindor.
Ron, noticing the unusual quietness from his girlfriend and the stiff way she was sitting, began to rub her back. Hermione seemed to have jumped a meter out of her seat. "Ron, oh, sorry I'm just a bit nervous," she explained, still catching her breath from the sudden touch of Ron. 'Although him doing that anytime would make me jump,' she added on in her mind.
"What do you possibly have to be nervous about?" Ron asked while still massaging her, not noticing her wince in pain as he dug his rough fingers too harshly in her back.
"Well, Dumbledore is going to announce the Head Girl and Head Boy any moment now, and he'll ask us to stand," she said. The thought of her standing in front of the whole student body just for them to see who she is was enough to make her throw up.
"That shouldn't make you nervous. You love attention, Hermione! You constantly answer in class."
"I know, but this is different," she said, exasperated.
"I don't see how," Ron pushed on.
"In class," she tried to explain, "I know the answer and I'm sure of myself. Here, I don't know what I'm supposed to do! Do I smile? Wave? Nod? What?"
Ron shrugged as he went back to eating his food, saying, "I don't know what you're going on about, 'Mione. Just do whatever I suppose. No biggie."
'He says we're attached, yet he doesn't even listen.'
Hermione was about to go back to worrying about the announcement when the Great Hall suddenly grew silent as the headmaster stood up. He cleared his throat to get everyones attention, although it was very much unneeded because all eyes were already attentively on him. He smiled as his kind eyes scanned the room.
Last minute thoughts racing through Hermione's head blocked out the usual welcoming from Dumbledore. As she was picturing herself stumbling backwards as she stood up and laughter erupting from every corner of the Great Hall, including Ron and Harry who were clutching their sides and unable to sit up from laughing too hard, Dumbledore's voice broke through. "Our new Head Boy and Girl are Hermione Granger, from Gryffindor, and Draco Malfoy, from Slytherin. If you would please stand up."
Hermione took a deep breath, slowly stood up to make sure she wouldn't fall, and turned around to face all the students. Her eyes immediately fell on the only other person who was standing, Malfoy. She caught his gaze and for some odd reason, the sight of those silvery, almond-shaped eyes were comforting to her.
Her reverie was broken when Ron tugged at her robes. She swiftly sat down and looked down at her plate.
"What were you thinking about?" Ron asked, believing he already knew the answer, "How you're going to hex him first? God, I can't believe you have to share a common room with that git!"
Hermione nodded, not really paying attention to him. She was lost in her thoughts, ignoring the pain of Ron's massage which he started up again. 'What's going on? I hate Malfoy, that arrogant, pure-blooded git! But his eyes, they're so bright. So amazing..."
If she wasn't sitting with her back to the Slytherin table, she would've noticed those amazing, bright silver eyes of Malfoy staring at her for the rest of dinner.
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Draco caught himself thinking that Ron was massaging her all wrong. As he saw her squirm, he itched to get up and shove his hands off of her, replacing them with his own gentler hands.
The way she stared at him when Dumbledore introduced them as the new Heads, like she needed him, tugged on his heart. The feeling was so strange to him, so foreign. 'Did she curse me whilst staring into my eyes? No, no. Of course not, she wouldn't do that. I haven't done anything to upset her so far, or have I?No, I haven't.'
Draco sat through the rest of dinner unable to keep his mind and eyes off of her. He wished she wasn't sitting with her back to him. He wanted to look into her dark brown eyes, almost like his dresser at home. They were a color unknown to the likes of Crayola, but if they made that color, it would without a doubt be a best seller.
As soon as he saw her eyes looking into his own, he knew that he couldn't fight it anymore. She had him under her spell.
People were slowly finishing their dessert and dispersing from the Great Hall. Draco could faintly hear the prefects call out to the first years to follow them. When he saw Hermione rise from he seat, he rose too. He followed her out of the Great Hall and watched from a corner as she hugged Harry and Ron goodbye.
Ron leaned in for a kiss and Draco unconsciously clenched his fists. When Hermione gave him a quick peck on the lips, his fists relaxed.
When the duo walked off, Ron winking at her like a bloody idiot, she headed towards the stairs that lead to the hallway where their painting hung. Draco stepped out of the shadows and caught up to her, saying lazily, "Well that was pathetic."
Hermione looked over at him, a bit shocked to find out someone was near her. When she recognized the person, she demanded, "What was, Malfoy?"
"That kiss," he answered with a smirk on his face. "One would think you two were related."
Hermione sighed. She didn't get all defensive like he thought she would. "It's- it's just that..." She didn't finish her sentence.
"You don't feel the same way about him?" Draco tried.
Hermione looked at Draco carefully, trying to figure out what he was up to. She looked into his eyes and nodded.
When she looked away, she was surprised with herself. 'What am I doing? I can't trust Malfoy!" "What's it to you?" she asked him, sounding a bit on edge.
He shrugged. "Nothing, Granger. Just thought that since we were sharing a common room then we should probably be on friendly terms."
Hermione was shocked. 'Did Malfoy just suggest that we be on friendly terms? I must be going insane!'
It was as if Draco read her mind. "Yes, I know that it might be very unbelievable and quite a shocker to find out that I'm willing to get along with you, but I assure you that it is the truth."
Hermione smirked and said, "Fine. Then I guess you won't object to me choosing the password." Draco was a bit surprised with the suggestion, if one could even call it a suggestion, and tentatively agreed.
Her smirk turned into a bright smile and once again, Draco noticed her remarkable eyes.
"Dan Young," Hermione said.
"What?" Draco asked, very much confused.
"The password," she answered him smugly.
"Come on, Hermione. I said I was going to be on friendly terms with you, but I can't be if you're not on friendly terms with me. That password is not being friendly to me, at all," he pleaded.
"Fine, fine. Gavin Phillips, then."
"That's as fucking bad as Dan Young!"
"Paul Bensen."
"No way!"
"Phil Cobrea."
"Gloria Rodriguez."
"Andrew McMahon."
"Gia Alicia"
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When Draco and Hermione finally agreed on a password, they walked into the common room. "Damn," Draco breathed, looking around the huge room.
Hermione squealed in delight. "Look at this library! It's a sized down replica of the real Hogwarts library!!"
Draco rolled his eyes and ran his hand across the couch, looking into the fireplace. "I approve."
Hermione ran through a door with a sign on it that indicated that it was her room. Draco looked for his and did the same. "Damn!" they both yelled out in unison.
Their rooms were exactly like their old rooms before this year, except that they differed in the fact that these rooms were for one person. Instead of the small bed, there was a huge bed in the middle of the room covered in feather pillows. The rooms were decorated in their house colors with a banner above their door. There was a huge window with a padded bench where you could sit on to look outside next to their small sitting area.
Each room had two doors: one leading to the common room and the other leading to the bathroom. The bathroom was "absolutely amazing." It consisted of a wall length mirror, a huge shower, and an even bigger bathtub. On the shelves around the bathtub was anything you could possibly want to make a relaxing bath. Hermione eyed the bottles and jars blissfully, whispering, "I'll see you guys later," as she followed Draco back into the common room.
Hermione plopped down on the couch, which she soon found out automatically adjusted its firmness to however a person wanted without them actually having to do anything. Draco sat down in one of the armchairs in front of her and closed his eyes, leaning back as far as he could.
Hermione stared at him curiously, as if he was a new creature just discovered in the wild. She stayed quiet while waiting for him to reopen his eyes. She knew he wasn't going to fall asleep there, so she cleared her throat and asked what she had been wanting to know all afternoon. "Draco? What made you change your mind about me?"
He kept his eyes closed. 'Maybe he is sleeping,' Hermione reasoned. After about a minute, me finally penned his eyes. "Well, this is our last year," he slowly stated, avoiding eye contact with her for fear of confessing his feelings, "and I figured, the only thing left to do is just grow up."
That answer was not one that she had expected. But what did she expect? The truth was, she didn't know what to expect so she just accepted that response smiling at him.
Draco, seeing Hermione smile at him like that while her bright eyes flashed, had to do something before he completely melted in the armchair.
As Draco pulled out a CD from his bag laying near the chair and muttered a curse, Hermione's jaw dropped. The intro to Missing Page to Any Romantic Fairy Tale began to play. "You, Draco Malfoy, like This Providence?" Draco nodded.
"Where do you think Blaise got his good taste in music?" Draco couldn't help but laugh as Hermione tried to register the fact that she and Draco had something in common.
Alright well that was the chapter. I'm sorry it wasn't that great, but like I said before, I really wanted to update before I left for Europe. So please review and I promise that next time I will go through each and every one of you individually. You'll hear from me again in just over 2 weeks! :)
Oh yeah, if you haven't already, you really need to check out This Providence.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the books... clear it up?
Chapter 3: Just Grow Up, It's the Only Thing Left to Do
The Great Hall was full of students. They were all loudly re-acquainting themselves with their fellow housemates and waiting eagerly for the feast to begin.
Hermione, however, seemed to be very preoccupied. Sitting between Ron and Ginny, and didn't talk much. Her conversations consisted of smiles and one-word comments and responses. She didn't even cheer when first years got sorted into Gryffindor.
Ron, noticing the unusual quietness from his girlfriend and the stiff way she was sitting, began to rub her back. Hermione seemed to have jumped a meter out of her seat. "Ron, oh, sorry I'm just a bit nervous," she explained, still catching her breath from the sudden touch of Ron. 'Although him doing that anytime would make me jump,' she added on in her mind.
"What do you possibly have to be nervous about?" Ron asked while still massaging her, not noticing her wince in pain as he dug his rough fingers too harshly in her back.
"Well, Dumbledore is going to announce the Head Girl and Head Boy any moment now, and he'll ask us to stand," she said. The thought of her standing in front of the whole student body just for them to see who she is was enough to make her throw up.
"That shouldn't make you nervous. You love attention, Hermione! You constantly answer in class."
"I know, but this is different," she said, exasperated.
"I don't see how," Ron pushed on.
"In class," she tried to explain, "I know the answer and I'm sure of myself. Here, I don't know what I'm supposed to do! Do I smile? Wave? Nod? What?"
Ron shrugged as he went back to eating his food, saying, "I don't know what you're going on about, 'Mione. Just do whatever I suppose. No biggie."
'He says we're attached, yet he doesn't even listen.'
Hermione was about to go back to worrying about the announcement when the Great Hall suddenly grew silent as the headmaster stood up. He cleared his throat to get everyones attention, although it was very much unneeded because all eyes were already attentively on him. He smiled as his kind eyes scanned the room.
Last minute thoughts racing through Hermione's head blocked out the usual welcoming from Dumbledore. As she was picturing herself stumbling backwards as she stood up and laughter erupting from every corner of the Great Hall, including Ron and Harry who were clutching their sides and unable to sit up from laughing too hard, Dumbledore's voice broke through. "Our new Head Boy and Girl are Hermione Granger, from Gryffindor, and Draco Malfoy, from Slytherin. If you would please stand up."
Hermione took a deep breath, slowly stood up to make sure she wouldn't fall, and turned around to face all the students. Her eyes immediately fell on the only other person who was standing, Malfoy. She caught his gaze and for some odd reason, the sight of those silvery, almond-shaped eyes were comforting to her.
Her reverie was broken when Ron tugged at her robes. She swiftly sat down and looked down at her plate.
"What were you thinking about?" Ron asked, believing he already knew the answer, "How you're going to hex him first? God, I can't believe you have to share a common room with that git!"
Hermione nodded, not really paying attention to him. She was lost in her thoughts, ignoring the pain of Ron's massage which he started up again. 'What's going on? I hate Malfoy, that arrogant, pure-blooded git! But his eyes, they're so bright. So amazing..."
If she wasn't sitting with her back to the Slytherin table, she would've noticed those amazing, bright silver eyes of Malfoy staring at her for the rest of dinner.
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Draco caught himself thinking that Ron was massaging her all wrong. As he saw her squirm, he itched to get up and shove his hands off of her, replacing them with his own gentler hands.
The way she stared at him when Dumbledore introduced them as the new Heads, like she needed him, tugged on his heart. The feeling was so strange to him, so foreign. 'Did she curse me whilst staring into my eyes? No, no. Of course not, she wouldn't do that. I haven't done anything to upset her so far, or have I?No, I haven't.'
Draco sat through the rest of dinner unable to keep his mind and eyes off of her. He wished she wasn't sitting with her back to him. He wanted to look into her dark brown eyes, almost like his dresser at home. They were a color unknown to the likes of Crayola, but if they made that color, it would without a doubt be a best seller.
As soon as he saw her eyes looking into his own, he knew that he couldn't fight it anymore. She had him under her spell.
People were slowly finishing their dessert and dispersing from the Great Hall. Draco could faintly hear the prefects call out to the first years to follow them. When he saw Hermione rise from he seat, he rose too. He followed her out of the Great Hall and watched from a corner as she hugged Harry and Ron goodbye.
Ron leaned in for a kiss and Draco unconsciously clenched his fists. When Hermione gave him a quick peck on the lips, his fists relaxed.
When the duo walked off, Ron winking at her like a bloody idiot, she headed towards the stairs that lead to the hallway where their painting hung. Draco stepped out of the shadows and caught up to her, saying lazily, "Well that was pathetic."
Hermione looked over at him, a bit shocked to find out someone was near her. When she recognized the person, she demanded, "What was, Malfoy?"
"That kiss," he answered with a smirk on his face. "One would think you two were related."
Hermione sighed. She didn't get all defensive like he thought she would. "It's- it's just that..." She didn't finish her sentence.
"You don't feel the same way about him?" Draco tried.
Hermione looked at Draco carefully, trying to figure out what he was up to. She looked into his eyes and nodded.
When she looked away, she was surprised with herself. 'What am I doing? I can't trust Malfoy!" "What's it to you?" she asked him, sounding a bit on edge.
He shrugged. "Nothing, Granger. Just thought that since we were sharing a common room then we should probably be on friendly terms."
Hermione was shocked. 'Did Malfoy just suggest that we be on friendly terms? I must be going insane!'
It was as if Draco read her mind. "Yes, I know that it might be very unbelievable and quite a shocker to find out that I'm willing to get along with you, but I assure you that it is the truth."
Hermione smirked and said, "Fine. Then I guess you won't object to me choosing the password." Draco was a bit surprised with the suggestion, if one could even call it a suggestion, and tentatively agreed.
Her smirk turned into a bright smile and once again, Draco noticed her remarkable eyes.
"Dan Young," Hermione said.
"What?" Draco asked, very much confused.
"The password," she answered him smugly.
"Come on, Hermione. I said I was going to be on friendly terms with you, but I can't be if you're not on friendly terms with me. That password is not being friendly to me, at all," he pleaded.
"Fine, fine. Gavin Phillips, then."
"That's as fucking bad as Dan Young!"
"Paul Bensen."
"No way!"
"Phil Cobrea."
"Gloria Rodriguez."
"Andrew McMahon."
"Gia Alicia"
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When Draco and Hermione finally agreed on a password, they walked into the common room. "Damn," Draco breathed, looking around the huge room.
Hermione squealed in delight. "Look at this library! It's a sized down replica of the real Hogwarts library!!"
Draco rolled his eyes and ran his hand across the couch, looking into the fireplace. "I approve."
Hermione ran through a door with a sign on it that indicated that it was her room. Draco looked for his and did the same. "Damn!" they both yelled out in unison.
Their rooms were exactly like their old rooms before this year, except that they differed in the fact that these rooms were for one person. Instead of the small bed, there was a huge bed in the middle of the room covered in feather pillows. The rooms were decorated in their house colors with a banner above their door. There was a huge window with a padded bench where you could sit on to look outside next to their small sitting area.
Each room had two doors: one leading to the common room and the other leading to the bathroom. The bathroom was "absolutely amazing." It consisted of a wall length mirror, a huge shower, and an even bigger bathtub. On the shelves around the bathtub was anything you could possibly want to make a relaxing bath. Hermione eyed the bottles and jars blissfully, whispering, "I'll see you guys later," as she followed Draco back into the common room.
Hermione plopped down on the couch, which she soon found out automatically adjusted its firmness to however a person wanted without them actually having to do anything. Draco sat down in one of the armchairs in front of her and closed his eyes, leaning back as far as he could.
Hermione stared at him curiously, as if he was a new creature just discovered in the wild. She stayed quiet while waiting for him to reopen his eyes. She knew he wasn't going to fall asleep there, so she cleared her throat and asked what she had been wanting to know all afternoon. "Draco? What made you change your mind about me?"
He kept his eyes closed. 'Maybe he is sleeping,' Hermione reasoned. After about a minute, me finally penned his eyes. "Well, this is our last year," he slowly stated, avoiding eye contact with her for fear of confessing his feelings, "and I figured, the only thing left to do is just grow up."
That answer was not one that she had expected. But what did she expect? The truth was, she didn't know what to expect so she just accepted that response smiling at him.
Draco, seeing Hermione smile at him like that while her bright eyes flashed, had to do something before he completely melted in the armchair.
As Draco pulled out a CD from his bag laying near the chair and muttered a curse, Hermione's jaw dropped. The intro to Missing Page to Any Romantic Fairy Tale began to play. "You, Draco Malfoy, like This Providence?" Draco nodded.
"Where do you think Blaise got his good taste in music?" Draco couldn't help but laugh as Hermione tried to register the fact that she and Draco had something in common.
Alright well that was the chapter. I'm sorry it wasn't that great, but like I said before, I really wanted to update before I left for Europe. So please review and I promise that next time I will go through each and every one of you individually. You'll hear from me again in just over 2 weeks! :)
Oh yeah, if you haven't already, you really need to check out This Providence.