Chapter 3
A/N: Whew! I was writing this in one of my new notebooks and it takes up 8 pages! It'll only be like 3 on here! LoL. My Papa made me stop downloading music! ( Now, after this chappie I may have a little writers block. This story doesn't have a spine yet. It's just a big, spineless ball of story. But I have an idea, don't worry!
I think all this writing is getting to me. I had a dream last night involving Viktor Krum, Pansy Parkinson, an Ice Maze, and my crush. Viktor was sitting on a tractor, watching me, Pansy, and her friend try and go through it. The rest is fuzzy, but altogether it was a very weird dream. Ok, now, on with the story!!!!!!!!!
DISCALAIMER!: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters! I do own Giorgio though! *huggles Giorgio*
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Draco sipped his coffee carefully at breakfast the next morning. He wasn't going to risk having another incident like last night's. He inwardly cursed Hermione. How dare she embarrass a Malfoy? At least the waiter was the only other person that saw.
"May I take your order, sir?" a familiar voice said. Draco surpressed a groan. It was the same waiter. Draco glanced up at him. The waiter could barely contain his smirk.
"Another cup of coffee," Draco said icily.
"And would you like whipped cream with that , SIR?" He couldn't believe it, the waiter was MOCKING him. He, a Malfoy, was being teased! By a waiter no less!
'No, THANK YOU." Draco said through gritted teeth. "By the way, what is your name?" Draco said with a smile.
"Giorgio," the waiter said, confused.
"I'll see to it that you won't be here to serve me coffee *tomorrow* morning, Giorgio." Draco said, now the one who was smirking. Giorgio look scared, and then he hurried off. Draco's smirk grew wider.
"Awwww, Malfoy, that wasn't very nice of you," said a familiar voice behind him.
"Granger," he said in a hard tone. Hermione sat down in the seat across from him. She either hadn't heard his tone of voice or was ignoring it. Draco promised himself he wouldn't bring up what happened last night. Malfoy's didn't whine.
"Did you enjoy the coffee last night? Because I REALLY loved it." Draco just glared at her. "C'mon, Malfoy. I was just getting even for the Bubble beard thing. You're such a baby."
"Am not." He instantly regretted his words. Hermione just laughed. "Okay, whatever Draco." Draco's first name rang in his ears. Mudblood was using his first name. "You called me Draco," he stated. She lazily raised an eyebrow. "Oh did I? It doesn't annoy you, does it Draaaaaaco? Draaaaco, Draco, Draco.."
"HERMIONE!" He said, louder than he'd intended. "Granger," he continued more quietly. "Kindly refrain from acting like a ten-year-old while being seen with me." Hermione just grinned.
A waitress placed another cup of coffee in front of Draco. Apparently Giorgio had forgotten that Draco said 'no whipped cream'. A mischievous look crossed Hermione's face. "Hermione, don't start.." She flashed him an innocent look and picked up a spoon. She swiftly scooped the cream off the top and placed it in her mouth. She winked and swallowed.
"Just savin' you the trouble.." she said with a smile. Draco rolled his eyes, then looked pensive. "You're not so bad outside of school, Granger, apart from being a mudblood of course." She ignored his last comment and tapped her chin.
"That's great of you to say, I just wish I could say the same...but I can't." She flashed him a joking smile and walked out of the resturaunt.
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"Herm-own-ninny!" Viktor shouted and waved from the outside table. They had decided to meet for lunch at a small wizard town before the World Cup.
"Hey Viktor!" Hermione walked to the table and gave Viktor a hug before she sat down.. She smiled. "Thank you so much again for inviting me to stay with you!" Viktor smiles. "It's no problem. Are you enjoying your time in Italy?" Hermione's face lit up. Oh yes! Italy is so beautiful, and not to mention historical! I have so much to learn from it!"
Viktor laughed. "Zat is just like you, Herm-own-ninny, Always eager to learn." Hermione blushed. She knew they were getting stares. Almost every witch or wizard knew about the World Cup, and here she was, have a casual lunch with one of the team members.
She looked around. They were sitting outside of a cute little pizza joint. A waiter suddenly placed a plain pizza down in the middle of the table. Viktor took out his wand. "What do you want on it?" Hermione smiled. "Pineapple." She said. Viktor looked at her in disbelief. "O-K.." He tapped his wand. Pineapple appeared on Hermione's side, and what looked like little fish on Viktor's side.
"Sardines?" Hermione squealed. "Ewwwwww!" Viktor chuckled. "You have pineapple!" he said, trying to justify his strange topping. Hermione look mischievous. "Okay, Viktor. How about I eat a piece of your pizza, and you eat a piece of mine, and we'll see which one is better!" Viktor grinned. "You're on!"
Hermione took a slice from his side, and he from hers. "On the count of three. One..Two...Three!"
Hermione took a breath and bit into the pizza.
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"I can't believe you made me eat zat pizza!" Viktor said as he and Hermione walked through the museum of art.
"Yeah, but you liked it, didn't you?" Viktor thought about this. "I guess zat it was ok..it had ze strangest aftertaste.." Hermione laughed. "You just have to get used to it." Viktor smiled, then checked his watch.
"Oh, Herm-own-ninny, I 'ave got to go! I 'ave Quidditch practice right before the game." He kissed her hand and went behind a statue. A second later she heard a 'pop' and knew he had Apparated.
Yeah, Viktor, you go ahead, I'll just wiggle my nose and disappear." She said to herself and sighed. She looked around, then turned around and headed back to the front to catch a cab.
A/N: Whew! I was writing this in one of my new notebooks and it takes up 8 pages! It'll only be like 3 on here! LoL. My Papa made me stop downloading music! ( Now, after this chappie I may have a little writers block. This story doesn't have a spine yet. It's just a big, spineless ball of story. But I have an idea, don't worry!
I think all this writing is getting to me. I had a dream last night involving Viktor Krum, Pansy Parkinson, an Ice Maze, and my crush. Viktor was sitting on a tractor, watching me, Pansy, and her friend try and go through it. The rest is fuzzy, but altogether it was a very weird dream. Ok, now, on with the story!!!!!!!!!
DISCALAIMER!: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters! I do own Giorgio though! *huggles Giorgio*
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Draco sipped his coffee carefully at breakfast the next morning. He wasn't going to risk having another incident like last night's. He inwardly cursed Hermione. How dare she embarrass a Malfoy? At least the waiter was the only other person that saw.
"May I take your order, sir?" a familiar voice said. Draco surpressed a groan. It was the same waiter. Draco glanced up at him. The waiter could barely contain his smirk.
"Another cup of coffee," Draco said icily.
"And would you like whipped cream with that , SIR?" He couldn't believe it, the waiter was MOCKING him. He, a Malfoy, was being teased! By a waiter no less!
'No, THANK YOU." Draco said through gritted teeth. "By the way, what is your name?" Draco said with a smile.
"Giorgio," the waiter said, confused.
"I'll see to it that you won't be here to serve me coffee *tomorrow* morning, Giorgio." Draco said, now the one who was smirking. Giorgio look scared, and then he hurried off. Draco's smirk grew wider.
"Awwww, Malfoy, that wasn't very nice of you," said a familiar voice behind him.
"Granger," he said in a hard tone. Hermione sat down in the seat across from him. She either hadn't heard his tone of voice or was ignoring it. Draco promised himself he wouldn't bring up what happened last night. Malfoy's didn't whine.
"Did you enjoy the coffee last night? Because I REALLY loved it." Draco just glared at her. "C'mon, Malfoy. I was just getting even for the Bubble beard thing. You're such a baby."
"Am not." He instantly regretted his words. Hermione just laughed. "Okay, whatever Draco." Draco's first name rang in his ears. Mudblood was using his first name. "You called me Draco," he stated. She lazily raised an eyebrow. "Oh did I? It doesn't annoy you, does it Draaaaaaco? Draaaaco, Draco, Draco.."
"HERMIONE!" He said, louder than he'd intended. "Granger," he continued more quietly. "Kindly refrain from acting like a ten-year-old while being seen with me." Hermione just grinned.
A waitress placed another cup of coffee in front of Draco. Apparently Giorgio had forgotten that Draco said 'no whipped cream'. A mischievous look crossed Hermione's face. "Hermione, don't start.." She flashed him an innocent look and picked up a spoon. She swiftly scooped the cream off the top and placed it in her mouth. She winked and swallowed.
"Just savin' you the trouble.." she said with a smile. Draco rolled his eyes, then looked pensive. "You're not so bad outside of school, Granger, apart from being a mudblood of course." She ignored his last comment and tapped her chin.
"That's great of you to say, I just wish I could say the same...but I can't." She flashed him a joking smile and walked out of the resturaunt.
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"Herm-own-ninny!" Viktor shouted and waved from the outside table. They had decided to meet for lunch at a small wizard town before the World Cup.
"Hey Viktor!" Hermione walked to the table and gave Viktor a hug before she sat down.. She smiled. "Thank you so much again for inviting me to stay with you!" Viktor smiles. "It's no problem. Are you enjoying your time in Italy?" Hermione's face lit up. Oh yes! Italy is so beautiful, and not to mention historical! I have so much to learn from it!"
Viktor laughed. "Zat is just like you, Herm-own-ninny, Always eager to learn." Hermione blushed. She knew they were getting stares. Almost every witch or wizard knew about the World Cup, and here she was, have a casual lunch with one of the team members.
She looked around. They were sitting outside of a cute little pizza joint. A waiter suddenly placed a plain pizza down in the middle of the table. Viktor took out his wand. "What do you want on it?" Hermione smiled. "Pineapple." She said. Viktor looked at her in disbelief. "O-K.." He tapped his wand. Pineapple appeared on Hermione's side, and what looked like little fish on Viktor's side.
"Sardines?" Hermione squealed. "Ewwwwww!" Viktor chuckled. "You have pineapple!" he said, trying to justify his strange topping. Hermione look mischievous. "Okay, Viktor. How about I eat a piece of your pizza, and you eat a piece of mine, and we'll see which one is better!" Viktor grinned. "You're on!"
Hermione took a slice from his side, and he from hers. "On the count of three. One..Two...Three!"
Hermione took a breath and bit into the pizza.
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"I can't believe you made me eat zat pizza!" Viktor said as he and Hermione walked through the museum of art.
"Yeah, but you liked it, didn't you?" Viktor thought about this. "I guess zat it was ok..it had ze strangest aftertaste.." Hermione laughed. "You just have to get used to it." Viktor smiled, then checked his watch.
"Oh, Herm-own-ninny, I 'ave got to go! I 'ave Quidditch practice right before the game." He kissed her hand and went behind a statue. A second later she heard a 'pop' and knew he had Apparated.
Yeah, Viktor, you go ahead, I'll just wiggle my nose and disappear." She said to herself and sighed. She looked around, then turned around and headed back to the front to catch a cab.