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Chapter 5. What are we?
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Hermione Granger finished her last touch on her face and admired herself in the mirror. Her hair was in light wave cascading down past her shoulders. Two feathered wings seemed to sprout from her dress but it was only an allusion so they could not be touched. It was the same for her golden halo. The dress was strapless and was above her knee and it was very tight fitting. She put on her silver cross and earrings to finish the look and also put on silver anklet with crosses dangling from it. As for the shoes. . . . .She was going bare foot. There was another irritable knock on her door. "Are you done yet!" "Hang on, Draco." She grabbed her perfume, 'Pink' and sprayed it on. Then she walked out on a speechless Draco.
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He couldn't believe his eyes. Here in front him was a very angel. "My, my, I never thought I would see Draco Malfoy in leather pants(A/N ah yes, dirty thoughts. . .)." she said smirking. But she had to admit, he was hot. With his long coat, black t-shirt and did she mention the leather pants? Of course he was dressed up in all black and his blonde hair was jell spiked. He was HOT!!
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"Shut up. And let's go. I really wouldn't want to be too fashionably late." He retorted a faint blush creeping up his cheeks.
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Hermione took his arm and walked out from their common room. "You're looking pretty hot though, Drakey-wakey."
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Sure enough, he glared at his new nickname. "You too, Hermia."
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She shook her head. "I'm not 'hot'. I'm pretty, chaste, innocent, gorgeous, lovely, adorable, cute , sweet , attractive , beautiful , nice-looking , appealing , divine , charming, elegant-"
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"Okay, okay. You're pretty and all the other synonyms."
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She smiled. "Aha, so you have finally admitted defeat, Drakey-Wakey." "Anything to shut you up, darling."
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She was surprised as they entered the Great Hall. The hall was beautiful. One side was decorated with flowers, all pastel colored, clouds that floated around and golden stuff. The other side had realistic looking fire and spikes and all those horrible stuff. She felt everyone's eyes on her and Draco. Luckily Dumbledore saved them. "Ah, now that our Head boy and girl are 'finally' here, let us begin the ball."
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Draco lead her into the middle as a slow song came up. It was. . . . . . quite interesting. The fact that she was actually dancing with the hottest and the most evil guy in Hogwarts. Her long-life fantasy. Going to prom with the baddest boy in school. She could feel her heart beating up her throat as she noticed his arms on her waist, beckoning her closer. They were very close. So, very. Enough that she could see the sweat on his forehead forming and close enough to smell his cologne. She recognized it as Versace Blue Jeans. She did have a little thing with perfumes after all. Their lips were almost touching, she could hear his breathing. Then everything stopped.
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His cool lips were on hers, so silky and soft. He lightly bit her bottom lips and she let out a small gasp allowing his tongue to enter her mouth, tasting her. Then as quickly as it happened they both pulled away. Still dancing, but both breathing raggedly.
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She realized no one had notice them for a quite a lot of couples were dancing, both lost in each other. Hermione sighed in relief.
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They walked to an empty tabled when the song was over. She thanked Draco as he got her a glass of punch. She sighed. "You know, I think we should keep away from each other during the rest of the ball." "Why?"
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She sighed again. "Just so people don't misunderstand." "Misunderstand what?" "That there's something between us."
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He glared at her. "Are you saying that there's nothing between us?"
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Hermione was very surprised at his question. "Is there?" He stood up. "Where are you going, Draco?"
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"Staying away." He replied coldly before disappearing into the crowd. God, she could say the worst things sometime. Of course there was something between them. Something like friendship.
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"Trouble in heaven?" said a deep husky voice. She looked up into the clear blue eyes of Blaise Zabini currently sitting next to her. "Hey." She replied weakly.
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"I know what a stupid git he is sometimes but, no offense Granger but you can be so clueless sometimes."
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"What are you saying?" "I'm saying that you're the first girl in Hogwarts I've heard Draco talk about in a nice way."
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She was needless to say confused. "What do you mean?"
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He looked around and lowered his voice. "Listen, Hermione. I know Draco had a rough past. But you are the first girl he'd warmed up to, and definitely the first girl he talked hours to me about. "
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He laughed seeing the look on her face. "Besides, he is a womanizer. And from what I hear, very skilled in bed." She blushed. "So, Granger do me a favor and don't be so goddamn stupid to him."
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"What's this to you? Why do you care, Blaise?" he seemed to be pondering his thoughts then he opened his mouth again, in his low whisper.
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"He's not what he looks like. The dark mark on his arm was forced onto him. I'm his only friend and I want him to be happy." She was shocked by what he had just said. How did he know? Was he one of them? As if reading her thoughts he spoke again.
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"I'm a Zabini. We don't take the dark side or light. We're just so to say, innocent bystanders. So that's what I did, avoided everyone in Hogwarts. Then, I got to know Draco. He's a really nice kid in the inside. Just needs someone to warm him up a bit, you know."
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"I can't." she replied, sadness engulfing her.
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"Hey, why don't we go dance?" He asked suddenly.
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He literally picked her up and dragged her to the dance floor where he pulled her close to him. His breath tickling her ears. He had a very nice body, Hermione realized. But he was still no Draco.
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"I know what happened to you last year." Hermione was sure she could have fainted then and there. She tensed up. Did he mean what she thought he meant?
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"I know what happened to you Hermione. I know why you can't love Draco or anyone. I know what 'he' did to you."
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"How-" she asked weakly. Strength was leaving her by the second.
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"You knew a Zabini then too, remember? You saved one of my family's life and by doing so saved mine. I know. You're a legend. Rhea"
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She felt extremely weak. Very. How, no one was suppose to know. No one knew Rhea was Hermione Granger. All except for......... "Lariet." She said, her eyes lightning with realization.
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He gave a small nod. "Yes. Lariet Zabini." He led her back to the table as the song ended. "Here's my last advice. What's past is past. Forget it, Hermione." She watched as he walked away as Pansy, his date, attached herself onto him.
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Stupid Slytherins.
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The rest of the evening proceeded without any accidents such as Blaise. She danced with Harry, Ron(Although only once. He was a horrible dancer.), Then, Justin, Dean, Seamus, and Neville(Just because she felt sorry.) and a bunch of Ravenclaws whose name she did not know. She then sat down next to Parvati who was looking extremely bored.
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"Hey, 'vati. Whose your date?"
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"Harry Potter" she replied glumly. "And he's been off dancing with Ginny for the oh, past hour." .
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"Aw, I'm sorry." "Where's your date, the hot Slytherin bad boy?" she asked her face lighting. Hermione frowned. She haven't seen him since their, argument. "We had a little. . . . . . . .misagreement." she replied.
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"I wouldn't say, 'little'" Pansy poked in, Blaise's arms around her. "We just saw our dear Draco brooding near the lake. And I have a suspicion that Miss Granger had something to do with this." She said, giving Hermione a look that clearly said, 'Go talk to him or else.'
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Hermione sighed and stood up. "All right, I'll go talk to him." The two girls smiled obviously pleased. "Oh, and Mia, there's an after party par- tay at the Slytherin common room. Parvati and you are both invited, that is if Draco comes with you." Hermione gave them a glare and dragged her feet toward the lake.
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The air outside was cool and the sky was a cloud-free zone. The full moon glistened on the surface of the lake and the stars glittered seeming like many diamonds scattered across the dark sky. And a blond haired someone was sitting near the lake, unmoving. She silently walked towards him. "What are you doing here?" he said startling her.
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"I came to find you."
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"I don't remember asking to be found."
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She sat down next to him. "I'm sorry Draco. I do seem to say the most stupid things sometimes."
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"Do you think that there's nothing between us?" His voice was softer more fragile.
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Hermione inwardly gulped. She prayed that she wouldn't say another stupid thing. "Of course there is," she replied "We're friends remember? Or I think. Oh, what am I saying, I'm willing to be your friend if you'll let me."
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He was silent for what seemed like an hour before he spoke again. "We're friends." He said decidedly. Then he kissed her, claiming her lips again. And Hermione felt again as if they were in a world for just two or them. "Let's go back. There's a party in the Slytherin common." He said when they de-attached their lips. "Besides, I thought we were more than friends, Hermia."
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"What. . . . . .what do you mean?" she asked half confused and half afraid of his answer. Did he mean what she thought he meant?
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He smirked at her. "You know, the kind of relationship where you try to get me in bed and I try my best to resist you." Hermione sighed in relief. "Yeah, we are like that aren't we?"
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He put his arms around her as they walked back. Why was there an empty feeling in his heart? Why? Did he actually expect them to be more than friends?
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Did the Draco Malfoy actually want to be more than friends?
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Life was very confusing.
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I know, I know! It got a bit fluffy. Ah, gags Things I do . . . . . . . . . . . . . After party-party coming up next chappie!
PLEEZ review!!!! Pour moi .
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Chapter 5. What are we?
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.
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Hermione Granger finished her last touch on her face and admired herself in the mirror. Her hair was in light wave cascading down past her shoulders. Two feathered wings seemed to sprout from her dress but it was only an allusion so they could not be touched. It was the same for her golden halo. The dress was strapless and was above her knee and it was very tight fitting. She put on her silver cross and earrings to finish the look and also put on silver anklet with crosses dangling from it. As for the shoes. . . . .She was going bare foot. There was another irritable knock on her door. "Are you done yet!" "Hang on, Draco." She grabbed her perfume, 'Pink' and sprayed it on. Then she walked out on a speechless Draco.
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.
.
He couldn't believe his eyes. Here in front him was a very angel. "My, my, I never thought I would see Draco Malfoy in leather pants(A/N ah yes, dirty thoughts. . .)." she said smirking. But she had to admit, he was hot. With his long coat, black t-shirt and did she mention the leather pants? Of course he was dressed up in all black and his blonde hair was jell spiked. He was HOT!!
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"Shut up. And let's go. I really wouldn't want to be too fashionably late." He retorted a faint blush creeping up his cheeks.
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Hermione took his arm and walked out from their common room. "You're looking pretty hot though, Drakey-wakey."
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Sure enough, he glared at his new nickname. "You too, Hermia."
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She shook her head. "I'm not 'hot'. I'm pretty, chaste, innocent, gorgeous, lovely, adorable, cute , sweet , attractive , beautiful , nice-looking , appealing , divine , charming, elegant-"
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"Okay, okay. You're pretty and all the other synonyms."
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She smiled. "Aha, so you have finally admitted defeat, Drakey-Wakey." "Anything to shut you up, darling."
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She was surprised as they entered the Great Hall. The hall was beautiful. One side was decorated with flowers, all pastel colored, clouds that floated around and golden stuff. The other side had realistic looking fire and spikes and all those horrible stuff. She felt everyone's eyes on her and Draco. Luckily Dumbledore saved them. "Ah, now that our Head boy and girl are 'finally' here, let us begin the ball."
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.
Draco lead her into the middle as a slow song came up. It was. . . . . . quite interesting. The fact that she was actually dancing with the hottest and the most evil guy in Hogwarts. Her long-life fantasy. Going to prom with the baddest boy in school. She could feel her heart beating up her throat as she noticed his arms on her waist, beckoning her closer. They were very close. So, very. Enough that she could see the sweat on his forehead forming and close enough to smell his cologne. She recognized it as Versace Blue Jeans. She did have a little thing with perfumes after all. Their lips were almost touching, she could hear his breathing. Then everything stopped.
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.
.
His cool lips were on hers, so silky and soft. He lightly bit her bottom lips and she let out a small gasp allowing his tongue to enter her mouth, tasting her. Then as quickly as it happened they both pulled away. Still dancing, but both breathing raggedly.
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.
.
She realized no one had notice them for a quite a lot of couples were dancing, both lost in each other. Hermione sighed in relief.
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They walked to an empty tabled when the song was over. She thanked Draco as he got her a glass of punch. She sighed. "You know, I think we should keep away from each other during the rest of the ball." "Why?"
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She sighed again. "Just so people don't misunderstand." "Misunderstand what?" "That there's something between us."
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He glared at her. "Are you saying that there's nothing between us?"
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Hermione was very surprised at his question. "Is there?" He stood up. "Where are you going, Draco?"
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"Staying away." He replied coldly before disappearing into the crowd. God, she could say the worst things sometime. Of course there was something between them. Something like friendship.
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"Trouble in heaven?" said a deep husky voice. She looked up into the clear blue eyes of Blaise Zabini currently sitting next to her. "Hey." She replied weakly.
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"I know what a stupid git he is sometimes but, no offense Granger but you can be so clueless sometimes."
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"What are you saying?" "I'm saying that you're the first girl in Hogwarts I've heard Draco talk about in a nice way."
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She was needless to say confused. "What do you mean?"
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He looked around and lowered his voice. "Listen, Hermione. I know Draco had a rough past. But you are the first girl he'd warmed up to, and definitely the first girl he talked hours to me about. "
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He laughed seeing the look on her face. "Besides, he is a womanizer. And from what I hear, very skilled in bed." She blushed. "So, Granger do me a favor and don't be so goddamn stupid to him."
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"What's this to you? Why do you care, Blaise?" he seemed to be pondering his thoughts then he opened his mouth again, in his low whisper.
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.
"He's not what he looks like. The dark mark on his arm was forced onto him. I'm his only friend and I want him to be happy." She was shocked by what he had just said. How did he know? Was he one of them? As if reading her thoughts he spoke again.
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.
"I'm a Zabini. We don't take the dark side or light. We're just so to say, innocent bystanders. So that's what I did, avoided everyone in Hogwarts. Then, I got to know Draco. He's a really nice kid in the inside. Just needs someone to warm him up a bit, you know."
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"I can't." she replied, sadness engulfing her.
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"Hey, why don't we go dance?" He asked suddenly.
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He literally picked her up and dragged her to the dance floor where he pulled her close to him. His breath tickling her ears. He had a very nice body, Hermione realized. But he was still no Draco.
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"I know what happened to you last year." Hermione was sure she could have fainted then and there. She tensed up. Did he mean what she thought he meant?
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"I know what happened to you Hermione. I know why you can't love Draco or anyone. I know what 'he' did to you."
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"How-" she asked weakly. Strength was leaving her by the second.
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"You knew a Zabini then too, remember? You saved one of my family's life and by doing so saved mine. I know. You're a legend. Rhea"
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She felt extremely weak. Very. How, no one was suppose to know. No one knew Rhea was Hermione Granger. All except for......... "Lariet." She said, her eyes lightning with realization.
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He gave a small nod. "Yes. Lariet Zabini." He led her back to the table as the song ended. "Here's my last advice. What's past is past. Forget it, Hermione." She watched as he walked away as Pansy, his date, attached herself onto him.
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.
Stupid Slytherins.
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.
.
The rest of the evening proceeded without any accidents such as Blaise. She danced with Harry, Ron(Although only once. He was a horrible dancer.), Then, Justin, Dean, Seamus, and Neville(Just because she felt sorry.) and a bunch of Ravenclaws whose name she did not know. She then sat down next to Parvati who was looking extremely bored.
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"Hey, 'vati. Whose your date?"
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"Harry Potter" she replied glumly. "And he's been off dancing with Ginny for the oh, past hour." .
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"Aw, I'm sorry." "Where's your date, the hot Slytherin bad boy?" she asked her face lighting. Hermione frowned. She haven't seen him since their, argument. "We had a little. . . . . . . .misagreement." she replied.
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"I wouldn't say, 'little'" Pansy poked in, Blaise's arms around her. "We just saw our dear Draco brooding near the lake. And I have a suspicion that Miss Granger had something to do with this." She said, giving Hermione a look that clearly said, 'Go talk to him or else.'
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Hermione sighed and stood up. "All right, I'll go talk to him." The two girls smiled obviously pleased. "Oh, and Mia, there's an after party par- tay at the Slytherin common room. Parvati and you are both invited, that is if Draco comes with you." Hermione gave them a glare and dragged her feet toward the lake.
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.
.
.
The air outside was cool and the sky was a cloud-free zone. The full moon glistened on the surface of the lake and the stars glittered seeming like many diamonds scattered across the dark sky. And a blond haired someone was sitting near the lake, unmoving. She silently walked towards him. "What are you doing here?" he said startling her.
.
.
"I came to find you."
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"I don't remember asking to be found."
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She sat down next to him. "I'm sorry Draco. I do seem to say the most stupid things sometimes."
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"Do you think that there's nothing between us?" His voice was softer more fragile.
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Hermione inwardly gulped. She prayed that she wouldn't say another stupid thing. "Of course there is," she replied "We're friends remember? Or I think. Oh, what am I saying, I'm willing to be your friend if you'll let me."
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He was silent for what seemed like an hour before he spoke again. "We're friends." He said decidedly. Then he kissed her, claiming her lips again. And Hermione felt again as if they were in a world for just two or them. "Let's go back. There's a party in the Slytherin common." He said when they de-attached their lips. "Besides, I thought we were more than friends, Hermia."
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"What. . . . . .what do you mean?" she asked half confused and half afraid of his answer. Did he mean what she thought he meant?
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He smirked at her. "You know, the kind of relationship where you try to get me in bed and I try my best to resist you." Hermione sighed in relief. "Yeah, we are like that aren't we?"
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He put his arms around her as they walked back. Why was there an empty feeling in his heart? Why? Did he actually expect them to be more than friends?
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Did the Draco Malfoy actually want to be more than friends?
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.
Life was very confusing.
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.
.
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.
.
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I know, I know! It got a bit fluffy. Ah, gags Things I do . . . . . . . . . . . . . After party-party coming up next chappie!
PLEEZ review!!!! Pour moi .
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