Chapter 6
A/N: Sorry it took me like three years to get this out! I just got caught up with school and papers and Homework! I really know it's no excuse, and I also had a bit of writers block for quite some time!
And to all you historians, geographers, and all-around know-it-alls, I'm moving the Tower of Pisa, okay? I promise I'll put it back!
This chapter is horrible. Do NOT read it. I hate it.
Thanks to Red and Gold for the inspiration and motivation to continue this fanfic!
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She didn't stare into those grey eyes long before she snapped back to reality. To disguise her confusion, she gave him a cheeky grin and a wink, as if to say 'nice!' Before she could break that face, she whispered the password and stepped inside her room and closed the door. She breathed in deeply and ran her fingers through her curly locks.
I wonder what that was about. She thought. She didn't know what she was feeling. She wasn't exactly jealous or disappointed, but it still felt weird. Draco had looked so vicious when he had looked up from his little make-out session. I thought we had gotten over my heritage, She thought. She slipped into her pajamas and lay on top of her huge bed, thinking. The tiring night soon got the best of her and she quickly fell asleep.
Out in the hall, Draco watched Hermione go into her room. The dark Italian girl soon noticed his attention had been diverted from her and she looked over her shoulder. "What was it, Droco?" The bimbo couldn't even get his name right. Draco had picked her up after the Quidditch game in his rush of jealousy. Jealousy? I don't think so, Draco. Malfoy's don't get jealous, especially not over Mudbloods. He looked down at the girl in front of him and grimaced. She took it as inviting smile and leaned forward to kiss him again. Draco backed away quickly. She swayed and giggled. "Come here, Droco" She said, obviously drunk. Draco shook his head. "Go home, slut." He said with a sneer before going into his hotel room. He changed into bedclothes and got onto his bed before falling into a restless sleep.
Hermione woke the next morning refreshed and with all confused thoughts about Draco gone. Maybe he had just suffered a couple of sick days when he was acting nice to her. She showered, dressed, put on her makeup and looked at the time. 9 'o clock. She had time to catch some breakfast before going sightseeing. She grabbed her purse and threw open the door with the promise of a wonderful new day..
Until she heard the thud of something hitting the wood of the door. She quickly went around to the other side of the door to see what she had hit. She saw the sprawled body of Draco Malfoy lying on the hotel floor. Her expression soon went from horror, to sympathy, to amusement. Unfortunately, Draco saw the latter as he was getting up from the ground. Already a large red mark was spreading its way across his forehead. She apologized quickly and sincerely, trying to stifle the unsympathetic giggle rising in her throat.
"Get out of my way, you stupid little mudblood." He replied with malice to her apology. She soon felt a wave of rage flow throughout her body at his hateful nickname. "Get your eyes checked, inbred." She said with equal malice before slamming her door and storming to breakfast in front of him. She wasn't going to let Malfoy get infront of her and destroy her breakfast plans.
Draco wanted to punch her. He really did. How DARE she speak to him like that? Him, a pureblood Malfoy, being insulted like that by a mudblood! The ludicrousness of it. Every other girl would practically swoon at the sight of him. Hermione had INSULTED him. After causing bodily harm to him. He was enraged. But he now knew one thing:
Hermione wasn't like other girls.
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Hermione's feet HURT. No, hurt was an understatement. Her feet were in excruciating pain. For a girl with the highest grades at Hogwarts, Hermione could be quite thick sometimes. It was about 12:30 in the afternoon. Hermione had been sightseeing since 9.
In high heels.
Jimmy Choos, to be exact. Her feet had been fine after the Villa D'este. She had even made it to the Sistine Chapel. But the Spanish Steps did her in. Too many steps. And all of the flowers. They were pretty at first, but after about, say, 100 steps or so, the smell started to make her dizzy. Dizzy and stairs didn't mix well. She was sitting on one of the steps right now, rubbing her wounded feet. She was getting looks, but Hermionje didn't care. Oh, how she longed to transfigure her Choos into tennis shoes. But her persistence to continue her education at Hogwarts outweighed the urge to use magic illegally.
Hermione slowly put her shoes back on, trying to avoid the blisters that were rapidly appearing on her feet. She took out her disposable camera from her purse and snapped a picture of the building which had been her destination. Oh well, her friends wouldn't know that she hadn't made it past the 101th step. She looked down to the bottom of the steps. Better down than up, she thought.
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Draco sat at one of the many outdoor cafes in Rome. He had been there quite awhile, and the waiters were starting to get ancy. They shouldn't have worried though, Draco would tip tremendously.
The reason Draco had been sitting at this café for such a long time was because he was thinking. Pondering. Cogitating. Over whom, you ask? The know-it-all, frizzy haired, (Curly haired, if you are the optimistic person.) muggle-born witch. Hermione. He had gone from rage at her behavior, to a dull annoyance, to curiosity at why she acted so differently towards him, compared to the rest of the female population.
He had gone over several theories, vetoing all of them after much consideration. His first thought had been that she...er..didn't like guys THAT way. After all, her two best friends WERE boys. Draco massaged his forehead. All this thinking was starting to give him a headache. He stood up, laid down a hefty tip, and started to walk away, sightseeing on his mind.
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Hermione, after lunch and a trip back to the hotel to change shoes, decided to do just a tiny bit more of touring the city before she retired back to the hotel for good. She hailed a cab and quickly told her destination to the driver.
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Draco stood in front of The Leaning Tower of Pisa, arms crossed, a thoughtful look on his face. He tried to think of why the wizards of that time wouldn't have just corrected the mistake as soon as it was discovered. He guessed it was because of the many muggle people that resided in that area. Too many people would have noticed. He started to wonder if the tower would ever just, you know, fall over. I guess if it had stood for this long, leaning like it was, it could go on forever. His train of thought was soon broken by an all-too-familiar voice.
"You know, if you kind of tilt you head to the right, it doesn't look like its leaning."
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A/N: Sorry it took me like three years to get this out! I just got caught up with school and papers and Homework! I really know it's no excuse, and I also had a bit of writers block for quite some time!
And to all you historians, geographers, and all-around know-it-alls, I'm moving the Tower of Pisa, okay? I promise I'll put it back!
This chapter is horrible. Do NOT read it. I hate it.
Thanks to Red and Gold for the inspiration and motivation to continue this fanfic!
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She didn't stare into those grey eyes long before she snapped back to reality. To disguise her confusion, she gave him a cheeky grin and a wink, as if to say 'nice!' Before she could break that face, she whispered the password and stepped inside her room and closed the door. She breathed in deeply and ran her fingers through her curly locks.
I wonder what that was about. She thought. She didn't know what she was feeling. She wasn't exactly jealous or disappointed, but it still felt weird. Draco had looked so vicious when he had looked up from his little make-out session. I thought we had gotten over my heritage, She thought. She slipped into her pajamas and lay on top of her huge bed, thinking. The tiring night soon got the best of her and she quickly fell asleep.
Out in the hall, Draco watched Hermione go into her room. The dark Italian girl soon noticed his attention had been diverted from her and she looked over her shoulder. "What was it, Droco?" The bimbo couldn't even get his name right. Draco had picked her up after the Quidditch game in his rush of jealousy. Jealousy? I don't think so, Draco. Malfoy's don't get jealous, especially not over Mudbloods. He looked down at the girl in front of him and grimaced. She took it as inviting smile and leaned forward to kiss him again. Draco backed away quickly. She swayed and giggled. "Come here, Droco" She said, obviously drunk. Draco shook his head. "Go home, slut." He said with a sneer before going into his hotel room. He changed into bedclothes and got onto his bed before falling into a restless sleep.
Hermione woke the next morning refreshed and with all confused thoughts about Draco gone. Maybe he had just suffered a couple of sick days when he was acting nice to her. She showered, dressed, put on her makeup and looked at the time. 9 'o clock. She had time to catch some breakfast before going sightseeing. She grabbed her purse and threw open the door with the promise of a wonderful new day..
Until she heard the thud of something hitting the wood of the door. She quickly went around to the other side of the door to see what she had hit. She saw the sprawled body of Draco Malfoy lying on the hotel floor. Her expression soon went from horror, to sympathy, to amusement. Unfortunately, Draco saw the latter as he was getting up from the ground. Already a large red mark was spreading its way across his forehead. She apologized quickly and sincerely, trying to stifle the unsympathetic giggle rising in her throat.
"Get out of my way, you stupid little mudblood." He replied with malice to her apology. She soon felt a wave of rage flow throughout her body at his hateful nickname. "Get your eyes checked, inbred." She said with equal malice before slamming her door and storming to breakfast in front of him. She wasn't going to let Malfoy get infront of her and destroy her breakfast plans.
Draco wanted to punch her. He really did. How DARE she speak to him like that? Him, a pureblood Malfoy, being insulted like that by a mudblood! The ludicrousness of it. Every other girl would practically swoon at the sight of him. Hermione had INSULTED him. After causing bodily harm to him. He was enraged. But he now knew one thing:
Hermione wasn't like other girls.
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Hermione's feet HURT. No, hurt was an understatement. Her feet were in excruciating pain. For a girl with the highest grades at Hogwarts, Hermione could be quite thick sometimes. It was about 12:30 in the afternoon. Hermione had been sightseeing since 9.
In high heels.
Jimmy Choos, to be exact. Her feet had been fine after the Villa D'este. She had even made it to the Sistine Chapel. But the Spanish Steps did her in. Too many steps. And all of the flowers. They were pretty at first, but after about, say, 100 steps or so, the smell started to make her dizzy. Dizzy and stairs didn't mix well. She was sitting on one of the steps right now, rubbing her wounded feet. She was getting looks, but Hermionje didn't care. Oh, how she longed to transfigure her Choos into tennis shoes. But her persistence to continue her education at Hogwarts outweighed the urge to use magic illegally.
Hermione slowly put her shoes back on, trying to avoid the blisters that were rapidly appearing on her feet. She took out her disposable camera from her purse and snapped a picture of the building which had been her destination. Oh well, her friends wouldn't know that she hadn't made it past the 101th step. She looked down to the bottom of the steps. Better down than up, she thought.
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Draco sat at one of the many outdoor cafes in Rome. He had been there quite awhile, and the waiters were starting to get ancy. They shouldn't have worried though, Draco would tip tremendously.
The reason Draco had been sitting at this café for such a long time was because he was thinking. Pondering. Cogitating. Over whom, you ask? The know-it-all, frizzy haired, (Curly haired, if you are the optimistic person.) muggle-born witch. Hermione. He had gone from rage at her behavior, to a dull annoyance, to curiosity at why she acted so differently towards him, compared to the rest of the female population.
He had gone over several theories, vetoing all of them after much consideration. His first thought had been that she...er..didn't like guys THAT way. After all, her two best friends WERE boys. Draco massaged his forehead. All this thinking was starting to give him a headache. He stood up, laid down a hefty tip, and started to walk away, sightseeing on his mind.
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Hermione, after lunch and a trip back to the hotel to change shoes, decided to do just a tiny bit more of touring the city before she retired back to the hotel for good. She hailed a cab and quickly told her destination to the driver.
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Draco stood in front of The Leaning Tower of Pisa, arms crossed, a thoughtful look on his face. He tried to think of why the wizards of that time wouldn't have just corrected the mistake as soon as it was discovered. He guessed it was because of the many muggle people that resided in that area. Too many people would have noticed. He started to wonder if the tower would ever just, you know, fall over. I guess if it had stood for this long, leaning like it was, it could go on forever. His train of thought was soon broken by an all-too-familiar voice.
"You know, if you kind of tilt you head to the right, it doesn't look like its leaning."
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