In the beginning, Hermione loathed school. She found herself caught in the Gryffindor common room, completely alone, many nights in a row. On the nights where someone was kind enough to join her for a cup of tea or a game of wizards chess, it was most commonly Neville Longbottom, and Hermione would have preferred being alone over spending more time with him. Well, almost.
Draco found himself as the ring leader of the 'in crowd'. He always had one or more good-looking girls hanging all over him, and they weren't always in the first year. Draco had what basically any guy, or girl, for that matter, could ever dream of.
And to think he loathed school more than Hermione.
"Well, the goddamn grass is always greener on the other side," he said to himself bitterly while he was hiding out in the bathroom one day. It was the only place he could be alone. Pansy Parkinson would have happily followed him in, except for the fact that half the Slytherin boys would have put a heavy curse on her if she even tried.
Draco left the bathroom, and was utterly suprised to find that Pansy was off with some other Slytherin girl, boasting about her snakeskin pants or whatever. Draco honestly didn't care. He began to tiptoe out of the Slytherin common room, and amazingly, he made it all he way to the library without being stalked. ANd sure enough, as he quickly scanned the room...
Hermione was reading in the corner.
Draco wanted to go over to her. But suddenly he realized, 'What will I say to her?'. It had been a couple of weeks since they had even spoken. Draco was astounded to find that he was actually getting nervous about speaking to his best childhood friend in the would.
Draco whipped out a beautiful quill, one that he had inherited from some uncle or something, and scribbled a note to Hermione.
Meet me near Greenhouse 2 at 8:00 tonite. -Draco
He walked over to her table and set it down lightly. Then he smiled at her as best he could. She was just about to smile back, when they were interrupted.
"Drakie! Sooooo glad I found you! Now, don't you think this handbag is absolutely supreme? Oh..." she said, as she looked down and realized that a Sltherin had been conversing with a Gryffindor without drawing a wand first. "Why are you talking to HER?" Pansy asked with obvious disgust. Hermione looked up at the two.
Draco was torn. He looked at Pansy, then back at Hermione. "Oh, I was just complimenting Hermione on her hair. Looks pretty good for having it styled by your grandma!" he said rudely, smirking at Pansy. She slipped her arm in his, and lead her out to the Great Hall for the lunch buffet.
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Hermione woke up one saturday morning, with no motivation to do anything. She wanted to sleep the rest of the day, and not have any responsibilities. "Thank heavens for my odd ability to not procrastinate," Hermione said to herself, laying her head back down on her pillow.
But she didn't get a very long time to rest. Hermione felt herself being shaken awake. She groggily opened her eyes. "Parvati? How come you woke me up?"
Parvati sighed. "I thought maybe you'd want to start making up excuses, 'cause Neville's downstairs and wants to know if you'd like to play some sort of muggle board game with him. It think it's called Scrabble..."
Hermione leapt out of bed. "Damn! Tell him... tell him I have to study all day. I'll be in the library. But DON'T-" she waved her arm, "DON'T tell him that!"
Hermione sneaked to the library while Parvati and Lavender created some sort of diversion for her. She reminded herself to thank them later.
When she reached the library, Hermione grabbed a couple of interesting-looking books off random shelves and began to read. "A fine way to spend a Saturday," she thought angrily, trying to get into 'The Lives of Trolls'.
After a while, something made Hermione look up. Over in the corner opposite of her was Draco!
"What's he doing here?" she whispered out loud. She wondered where Draco's little 'possee' was.
Actually, Hermione had been feeling depressed about Draco's instant popularity. She often lay awake at nights, wondering if he even remembered her. She felt that he didn't... need her anymore.
Hermione didn't let on that she was watching Draco's every move from behin the large, leather-bound book. She saw him write something down on a strip of paper, and tried not to look up as he set it gently down on her table. SHe tried not to let her face go red as he flashed an award-winning smile at her.
Just as she was about to read the note, Pansy Parkinson, the bitch, came up to Draco and started bragging, as usual. Then she asked Draco why he was talking to Hermione.
And Draco had made a really mean comment about Hermione's hair. And walked arm in arm out the door with that BITCH.
It wasn't even the actual comment that got Hermoine down. It was the fact that he publically humiliated his once-best-friend. Even if it was onl in front of some stupid girl.
Hermione tried hard not to let the hot tears run down her face. Angrily, she crumpled the note up and threw it in her bag. "I don't care what that horse's ass wants to say to me!" she said. Suddenly, Hermione just broke down and cried. She felt like her heart was breaking.
"I'm nobody."
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Pretty sad, huh? One of my longer chapters. Thank you for all of the nice comments you all are giving me! And I just want you (this is to specific people, it doesn't apply to all) to realize that I have a life other than on the computer. I just wanted to thank NitenGale for apologizing, because I was about to get angry.
Reviewer of the day is... LittleWhiskyGirl! ;)
Love, Beautiful Night Skies!
Draco found himself as the ring leader of the 'in crowd'. He always had one or more good-looking girls hanging all over him, and they weren't always in the first year. Draco had what basically any guy, or girl, for that matter, could ever dream of.
And to think he loathed school more than Hermione.
"Well, the goddamn grass is always greener on the other side," he said to himself bitterly while he was hiding out in the bathroom one day. It was the only place he could be alone. Pansy Parkinson would have happily followed him in, except for the fact that half the Slytherin boys would have put a heavy curse on her if she even tried.
Draco left the bathroom, and was utterly suprised to find that Pansy was off with some other Slytherin girl, boasting about her snakeskin pants or whatever. Draco honestly didn't care. He began to tiptoe out of the Slytherin common room, and amazingly, he made it all he way to the library without being stalked. ANd sure enough, as he quickly scanned the room...
Hermione was reading in the corner.
Draco wanted to go over to her. But suddenly he realized, 'What will I say to her?'. It had been a couple of weeks since they had even spoken. Draco was astounded to find that he was actually getting nervous about speaking to his best childhood friend in the would.
Draco whipped out a beautiful quill, one that he had inherited from some uncle or something, and scribbled a note to Hermione.
Meet me near Greenhouse 2 at 8:00 tonite. -Draco
He walked over to her table and set it down lightly. Then he smiled at her as best he could. She was just about to smile back, when they were interrupted.
"Drakie! Sooooo glad I found you! Now, don't you think this handbag is absolutely supreme? Oh..." she said, as she looked down and realized that a Sltherin had been conversing with a Gryffindor without drawing a wand first. "Why are you talking to HER?" Pansy asked with obvious disgust. Hermione looked up at the two.
Draco was torn. He looked at Pansy, then back at Hermione. "Oh, I was just complimenting Hermione on her hair. Looks pretty good for having it styled by your grandma!" he said rudely, smirking at Pansy. She slipped her arm in his, and lead her out to the Great Hall for the lunch buffet.
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Hermione woke up one saturday morning, with no motivation to do anything. She wanted to sleep the rest of the day, and not have any responsibilities. "Thank heavens for my odd ability to not procrastinate," Hermione said to herself, laying her head back down on her pillow.
But she didn't get a very long time to rest. Hermione felt herself being shaken awake. She groggily opened her eyes. "Parvati? How come you woke me up?"
Parvati sighed. "I thought maybe you'd want to start making up excuses, 'cause Neville's downstairs and wants to know if you'd like to play some sort of muggle board game with him. It think it's called Scrabble..."
Hermione leapt out of bed. "Damn! Tell him... tell him I have to study all day. I'll be in the library. But DON'T-" she waved her arm, "DON'T tell him that!"
Hermione sneaked to the library while Parvati and Lavender created some sort of diversion for her. She reminded herself to thank them later.
When she reached the library, Hermione grabbed a couple of interesting-looking books off random shelves and began to read. "A fine way to spend a Saturday," she thought angrily, trying to get into 'The Lives of Trolls'.
After a while, something made Hermione look up. Over in the corner opposite of her was Draco!
"What's he doing here?" she whispered out loud. She wondered where Draco's little 'possee' was.
Actually, Hermione had been feeling depressed about Draco's instant popularity. She often lay awake at nights, wondering if he even remembered her. She felt that he didn't... need her anymore.
Hermione didn't let on that she was watching Draco's every move from behin the large, leather-bound book. She saw him write something down on a strip of paper, and tried not to look up as he set it gently down on her table. SHe tried not to let her face go red as he flashed an award-winning smile at her.
Just as she was about to read the note, Pansy Parkinson, the bitch, came up to Draco and started bragging, as usual. Then she asked Draco why he was talking to Hermione.
And Draco had made a really mean comment about Hermione's hair. And walked arm in arm out the door with that BITCH.
It wasn't even the actual comment that got Hermoine down. It was the fact that he publically humiliated his once-best-friend. Even if it was onl in front of some stupid girl.
Hermione tried hard not to let the hot tears run down her face. Angrily, she crumpled the note up and threw it in her bag. "I don't care what that horse's ass wants to say to me!" she said. Suddenly, Hermione just broke down and cried. She felt like her heart was breaking.
"I'm nobody."
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Pretty sad, huh? One of my longer chapters. Thank you for all of the nice comments you all are giving me! And I just want you (this is to specific people, it doesn't apply to all) to realize that I have a life other than on the computer. I just wanted to thank NitenGale for apologizing, because I was about to get angry.
Reviewer of the day is... LittleWhiskyGirl! ;)
Love, Beautiful Night Skies!