( /rubs eyes/ Dang contacts...
And I see what you mean, stars-n-moons.... But I can't help it! Those chapters bored me! I'll try and get some flair back into it ;)
Disclaimer - I don't own anything - Not even Carly, who owns herself. So there. Now that that's done.)
No shampoo, magical or otherwise, could get the colors out. Or even get them to stop sparking. Draco stared at the swirl of silvery orbs going down the drain and felt that odd tugging in his chest again. His thoughts started to wander...
He caught up with them somewhere around Granger's torso and he shook his wet hair furiously. Water drops splashed against the walls and mirror, decorating them with wet, silver specks. He was glad no one was in there with him (he required his privacy) to see his face burning as he stood amid an October snow of silver lights. He glared at his reflection.
((A little note - /flops over/ Oi. Draco in the shower...))
He eyed the gel on the edge of the sink and decided that it was too much trouble.
Today, he just wanted peace.
His thoughts were interrupted by a loud knock on the door, causing him to jump.
"Malfoy? You still in there?" called a thick, confused voice.
"Have you seen me come out yet? Where else would I be?" he yelled back, agitated. Drying his hair with a towel, he walked back out to where Crabbe and Goyle were waiting.
He tossed the glittering towel aside and stormed out in the direction of the Great Hall. As they drew nearer he saw the three familiar forms of the three people he did not want to walking in front of them.
Slowly.
Draco's face curled up into a sneer and he groaned inwardly.
Perfect.
--
"...And she - oh, no," Ron cut off his rant about Carlee (his Ravenclaw girlfriend) and groaned. He had glanced back at Harry and Hermione to make sure they were paying attention - they weren't - when he caught sight of Malfoy coming towards them.
Harry and Hermione blinked and looked back, too. Harry's forehead creased in a frown. He still sported traces of a bruise on his left cheek as a result of the brawl the day before. Ron's face was almost unblemished, save for a small gap in his right eyebrow, where his face had run into Goyle's foot.
Hermione felt her heart accelerate. Partly because of what she knew she had to do, but mainly because... it was Malfoy. That thought made her stomach flop worse than anything.
But she still had to stifle a giggle at his hair.
She put on a blank face and stood facing the advancing Slytherins, partially behind Harry, who had moved the slightest amount forward. Almost as if he were trying to protect her. Hermione was so baffled by that thought that she managed a small glance towards Harry before turning her attention back on Malfoy, who had stopped in front of them.
"Look who's out of the closet this morning!" remarked Malfoy snidely glaring at Harry.
"You're looking pretty fruity yourself, Malfoy," Harry shot back.
"Sorry, Potter, you'll have to find someone else to snog. I don't bat for both sides," Malfoy retorted wickedly.
"Belt up, bender!" Ron snapped furiously. "You only wish Harry were gay,"
Malfoy just raised his eyebrows. "Getting your batty boy to fend for you, eh, Potter?"
Crabbe and Goyle snickered.
Harry and Ron both turned a bright red. Hermione, exasperated, grabbed both of their arms.
"No need getting more detention," she warned them. "Not over him,"
They both relaxed a bit, still glaring warily at Malfoy. After a few seconds they turned and started walking into the Great Hall. Hermione lingered for a fraction of a minute after them.
"Although," she added calmly, as if an afterthought, "the hair really doesn't look that bad,"
That said, she hurried to join Harry and Ron, a slight pink tinge on her cheeks.
--
Draco stared after her, amazed.
--
Throughout the day, Hermione had worked her hardest to drop small hints, anything subtle that she could work in without making it too obvious to anyone who happened to see. She supposed she was being a bit paranoid, but she didn't want anyone to get the wrong idea.
Or... rather, the right idea.
Afterwards, she'd busy herself in something, watching for a reaction out of the corner of her eye. A few times he'd looked as though he was going to say something, but then decided against it and returned to his own work. She was about ready to smack him upside his head.
She'd decided that she'd have to do something drastic. What it was, she wasn't sure. But she'd do it tonight.
Harry and Ron both had detentions. So did Crabbe and Goyle.
She got her chance after dinner. She'd waved goodbye to Harry and Ron, then doubled back to the Great Hall. She waited until Draco had parted with his goons, then took a quick glance around the hall. No one in sight. She walked quickly until she bumped into him, pretending to not be looking where she was going.
"Watch i- Granger!" he blinked, surprised. "What're you do-". Hermione didn't turn around to look at him.
"Meet me by the lake in five minutes," she whispered, cutting him off, then hurried along. She didn't look back to see if he was following.
--
What was that?
Draco, not for the first time, stared incredulously at Hermione's retreating back.
He stood in the hall for a minute or two before making up his mind.
He grumbled and shoved his hands in his pocket. He didn't have time to run to Slytherin Tower and grab a jacket. And the weather was declining rapidly.
--
Hermione shivered, huddled by the edge of the lake.
She guessed now that it probably would have been better to do this inside. But it was too late to change her mind. Besides, if he actually showed up it would tell her a lot.
She hoped he would.
"Well?" an icy voice said from behind her, startling her so much she almost fell into the lake. A strong hand grabbed her arm, and she fell instead back onto the ground. She stood up hastily and brushed herself off.
Draco was standing there, hunched over, shivering. He looked at her expectantly.
Hermione licked her lips and took a deep breath.
This was it.
Moment of truth.
Heart pounding, she took a step forward. She could feel the heat rolling off Draco's body in the cold October twilight. For a moment she was captured by his eyes, and flashed back to that day in Potions, the day that began it all. The sound of his ragged breath brought her back to the present. She realized he wasn't shivering anymore. She tilted her head up, her face only inches from him. Their breath mingled visibly, clouding the air between them. She reached up and gently touched his flushed cheek, the pale skin smooth and soft. She was sure he could hear her heart drumming violently in her chest. She was no longer able to draw a full breath or complete a full thought, but she knew she had hesitated long enough. Gathering her courage and whatever wit she had left, she leaned forward, pressing her trembling lips softly onto his. She was aware of one last thought before the world melted away.
Perfect.
-/-
(Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay! I loved that. Finally, no more boring chapters! And I think I'm retiring the Perfect thing.... It doesn't really fit in anymore. :-P And if I put it in randomly it doesn't make much sense. Sooo... byebye!
Aaaaaaanyway... /has nothing else to say/
What do you think?
EDIT - I'm reposting these chapters without the Perfects because I realize it's just stupid and annoying. :P Sorry for the inconvience (I will keep a few, though, just because it plays into the story.))))
And I see what you mean, stars-n-moons.... But I can't help it! Those chapters bored me! I'll try and get some flair back into it ;)
Disclaimer - I don't own anything - Not even Carly, who owns herself. So there. Now that that's done.)
No shampoo, magical or otherwise, could get the colors out. Or even get them to stop sparking. Draco stared at the swirl of silvery orbs going down the drain and felt that odd tugging in his chest again. His thoughts started to wander...
He caught up with them somewhere around Granger's torso and he shook his wet hair furiously. Water drops splashed against the walls and mirror, decorating them with wet, silver specks. He was glad no one was in there with him (he required his privacy) to see his face burning as he stood amid an October snow of silver lights. He glared at his reflection.
((A little note - /flops over/ Oi. Draco in the shower...))
He eyed the gel on the edge of the sink and decided that it was too much trouble.
Today, he just wanted peace.
His thoughts were interrupted by a loud knock on the door, causing him to jump.
"Malfoy? You still in there?" called a thick, confused voice.
"Have you seen me come out yet? Where else would I be?" he yelled back, agitated. Drying his hair with a towel, he walked back out to where Crabbe and Goyle were waiting.
He tossed the glittering towel aside and stormed out in the direction of the Great Hall. As they drew nearer he saw the three familiar forms of the three people he did not want to walking in front of them.
Slowly.
Draco's face curled up into a sneer and he groaned inwardly.
Perfect.
--
"...And she - oh, no," Ron cut off his rant about Carlee (his Ravenclaw girlfriend) and groaned. He had glanced back at Harry and Hermione to make sure they were paying attention - they weren't - when he caught sight of Malfoy coming towards them.
Harry and Hermione blinked and looked back, too. Harry's forehead creased in a frown. He still sported traces of a bruise on his left cheek as a result of the brawl the day before. Ron's face was almost unblemished, save for a small gap in his right eyebrow, where his face had run into Goyle's foot.
Hermione felt her heart accelerate. Partly because of what she knew she had to do, but mainly because... it was Malfoy. That thought made her stomach flop worse than anything.
But she still had to stifle a giggle at his hair.
She put on a blank face and stood facing the advancing Slytherins, partially behind Harry, who had moved the slightest amount forward. Almost as if he were trying to protect her. Hermione was so baffled by that thought that she managed a small glance towards Harry before turning her attention back on Malfoy, who had stopped in front of them.
"Look who's out of the closet this morning!" remarked Malfoy snidely glaring at Harry.
"You're looking pretty fruity yourself, Malfoy," Harry shot back.
"Sorry, Potter, you'll have to find someone else to snog. I don't bat for both sides," Malfoy retorted wickedly.
"Belt up, bender!" Ron snapped furiously. "You only wish Harry were gay,"
Malfoy just raised his eyebrows. "Getting your batty boy to fend for you, eh, Potter?"
Crabbe and Goyle snickered.
Harry and Ron both turned a bright red. Hermione, exasperated, grabbed both of their arms.
"No need getting more detention," she warned them. "Not over him,"
They both relaxed a bit, still glaring warily at Malfoy. After a few seconds they turned and started walking into the Great Hall. Hermione lingered for a fraction of a minute after them.
"Although," she added calmly, as if an afterthought, "the hair really doesn't look that bad,"
That said, she hurried to join Harry and Ron, a slight pink tinge on her cheeks.
--
Draco stared after her, amazed.
--
Throughout the day, Hermione had worked her hardest to drop small hints, anything subtle that she could work in without making it too obvious to anyone who happened to see. She supposed she was being a bit paranoid, but she didn't want anyone to get the wrong idea.
Or... rather, the right idea.
Afterwards, she'd busy herself in something, watching for a reaction out of the corner of her eye. A few times he'd looked as though he was going to say something, but then decided against it and returned to his own work. She was about ready to smack him upside his head.
She'd decided that she'd have to do something drastic. What it was, she wasn't sure. But she'd do it tonight.
Harry and Ron both had detentions. So did Crabbe and Goyle.
She got her chance after dinner. She'd waved goodbye to Harry and Ron, then doubled back to the Great Hall. She waited until Draco had parted with his goons, then took a quick glance around the hall. No one in sight. She walked quickly until she bumped into him, pretending to not be looking where she was going.
"Watch i- Granger!" he blinked, surprised. "What're you do-". Hermione didn't turn around to look at him.
"Meet me by the lake in five minutes," she whispered, cutting him off, then hurried along. She didn't look back to see if he was following.
--
What was that?
Draco, not for the first time, stared incredulously at Hermione's retreating back.
He stood in the hall for a minute or two before making up his mind.
He grumbled and shoved his hands in his pocket. He didn't have time to run to Slytherin Tower and grab a jacket. And the weather was declining rapidly.
--
Hermione shivered, huddled by the edge of the lake.
She guessed now that it probably would have been better to do this inside. But it was too late to change her mind. Besides, if he actually showed up it would tell her a lot.
She hoped he would.
"Well?" an icy voice said from behind her, startling her so much she almost fell into the lake. A strong hand grabbed her arm, and she fell instead back onto the ground. She stood up hastily and brushed herself off.
Draco was standing there, hunched over, shivering. He looked at her expectantly.
Hermione licked her lips and took a deep breath.
This was it.
Moment of truth.
Heart pounding, she took a step forward. She could feel the heat rolling off Draco's body in the cold October twilight. For a moment she was captured by his eyes, and flashed back to that day in Potions, the day that began it all. The sound of his ragged breath brought her back to the present. She realized he wasn't shivering anymore. She tilted her head up, her face only inches from him. Their breath mingled visibly, clouding the air between them. She reached up and gently touched his flushed cheek, the pale skin smooth and soft. She was sure he could hear her heart drumming violently in her chest. She was no longer able to draw a full breath or complete a full thought, but she knew she had hesitated long enough. Gathering her courage and whatever wit she had left, she leaned forward, pressing her trembling lips softly onto his. She was aware of one last thought before the world melted away.
Perfect.
-/-
(Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay! I loved that. Finally, no more boring chapters! And I think I'm retiring the Perfect thing.... It doesn't really fit in anymore. :-P And if I put it in randomly it doesn't make much sense. Sooo... byebye!
Aaaaaaanyway... /has nothing else to say/
What do you think?
EDIT - I'm reposting these chapters without the Perfects because I realize it's just stupid and annoying. :P Sorry for the inconvience (I will keep a few, though, just because it plays into the story.))))