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Disclaimer: you know how this thing goes.
Chapter twelve:
A/N: I know, I hate cliffhangers too.
"Granger." He said slowly standing up straight
"M- Malfoy." She stuttered slowly standing up beside her bed.
An awkward silence
"w- what part did you hear?" she asked hoping that he didn't reach the part about her dream guy
"well..." he trailed off slowly
"can you just tell me?" she insisted
"long enough to know the reason why my feet dragged me in here in the first place." He said with a smile going up on one side.
Silence
"So you aren't going to invite me in?" he asked looking around her room
"s- sorry, c- come in." she said going to the other side of the bed as Draco entered examining Hermione's things.
"It's hard to believe it, isn't it?" he slowly said playing with an unusual object Hermione owns.
"what?" she asked with the tremble in her voice which has finally faded of or wondered of to someone else's nervous throat
"how the colors green and red can seem like such a good combination but still isn't really what everybody expects as the perfect color combination." He said metaphorically speaking/ hypothetically speaking.
"What do you mean?" she asked in a calm tone while combing her hair.
"I mean, I'm green and you're red." He said with several words hanging off the cliff
"I still can't understand what you're saying." She said walking up to the side of the room where he was to make sure she got what he meant.
"Here," he said softly getting closer to Hermione, "you and I seem like a good combination but isn't the combination everybody would expect." He said even more softly as he gets closer
"c- combination?" she stuttered at the same time in her mind, she's cursing at the lump that decided to come back and torture her.
"you know, combination. Two and two make four. Like red and orange. Like pencil and paper and like yin yang---"he said so confidently yet softly and seductively.
"d- draco, yin yang's a symbol for two opposites." She corrected him
"Hermione, that doesn't matter right now. I've been waiting a long time to say this----"he then got cut off by an outrageous Hermione who quickly made sure the wourds she expected hadn't come out of his mouth yet.
"Wait! Hold it! I'm sorry, but you have to wait a bit longer. Right now's not exactly the right time to say it."
"I guess, if that's the best---"then he got cut off again
"Yup! Trust me! I know what's best. Thank you for visiting have a nice day and come back soon. Not too soon." While saying this she was pushing him out to the door. And as her sentence and finally got him out and slammed the door slightly.
She turned around and faced her back on the wall. She leaned on the door and slid down to a sitting position in which her knees went up to her chest. She buried her head in her arms and thought of how she could be around him now that he has 'something' to say to her.
[imagine this: the song by Kelly Clarkson called 'The Trouble With Love Is'.]
Draco stood an inch away from the door right after it slammed in front of his face. Put his hands into his pockets and turned around. Then he looked back hoping she would open the door. But she didn't.
He went to his room. He sat on a single couch and sat wide out with his elbows on his knees to support his head as his golden blonde hair fell down onto his face handsomely. His hair glowed as the moonlight shone into his hair to reveal the natural gold.
In Hermione's room, she was still on the floor, but put her head up. She stood up and walked over to the balcony. She looked at the moon.
In Draco's room, he stood up from the couch and walked over to the balcony. He looked at the moon. He knew Hermione was looking at the same moon and then saw her on the other balcony.
As Draco removed his gaze reluctantly off Hermione, Hermione had just turned her head to look at him.
"It's as if he's mad at me." she thought as she watched a frustrated Draco run his finger through his hair.
Then as Hermione reluctantly removed her gaze from Draco, Draco had just turned to look at her.
"It's as if the kiss meant nothing." He thought as he looked back into the moon.
Hermione turned around and walked into her room.
Draco looked back and saw an empty balcony. He sighed and walked back inside.
He threw himself into the bed and then lay there wondering if Hermione would talk to him again tomorrow.
TOMORROW:
Draco woke up still in the clothes he had worn last night. He stood up and saw his bag and school materials scattered all over the floor. He rubbed his temple and remembered how hectic the day would turn out to be. He got in the bathroom to change and got out quickly. He went into his room and combed his hair and then ran to the common room seeing Hermione sitting on the couch waiting for him.
"When I went up stairs to check on you, I thought you were dead. And oh look, you're still kicking." She acted as if nothing had happened last night.
"Ha ha very funny Hermione. Now let's go, we're gonna be late for that meeting." He said playfully.
"Actually, I still feel very sleepy." She said putting the back of her hand on her forehead and acting so dramatic.
At the moment, they're friends, nothing yet. Well, that's what you think.
And then Draco walked over to Hermione and slung hi backpack over his shoulders and got her backpack and then carried her. With her legs in front and her torso at the back, she started kicking and screaming playfully while laughing.
"You know that that hurts." He said
"That's the point! Let Go!" as she burst into another mad fit of giggles.
"No way."
"I'll shout."
"As if you already aren't shouting." He said as he laughed
"Come on." She asked with puppy dog eyes –even though he couldn't see them- .
"Alright." He said putting her down.
"Thank you." she said straightening the crumples on her shirt.
Funny how these two can work on their emotions and make them take effect so quickly. Hang on, they were trying to ignore the fact that Draco had almost said 'that' –you know what I'm saying- and but they really had a hard time ignoring that fact. It's too hard to forget. They kissed, they shared emotions and got all emotional in less than a week. This was a game of emotions. And two can play that game.
Disclaimer: you know how this thing goes.
Chapter twelve:
A/N: I know, I hate cliffhangers too.
"Granger." He said slowly standing up straight
"M- Malfoy." She stuttered slowly standing up beside her bed.
An awkward silence
"w- what part did you hear?" she asked hoping that he didn't reach the part about her dream guy
"well..." he trailed off slowly
"can you just tell me?" she insisted
"long enough to know the reason why my feet dragged me in here in the first place." He said with a smile going up on one side.
Silence
"So you aren't going to invite me in?" he asked looking around her room
"s- sorry, c- come in." she said going to the other side of the bed as Draco entered examining Hermione's things.
"It's hard to believe it, isn't it?" he slowly said playing with an unusual object Hermione owns.
"what?" she asked with the tremble in her voice which has finally faded of or wondered of to someone else's nervous throat
"how the colors green and red can seem like such a good combination but still isn't really what everybody expects as the perfect color combination." He said metaphorically speaking/ hypothetically speaking.
"What do you mean?" she asked in a calm tone while combing her hair.
"I mean, I'm green and you're red." He said with several words hanging off the cliff
"I still can't understand what you're saying." She said walking up to the side of the room where he was to make sure she got what he meant.
"Here," he said softly getting closer to Hermione, "you and I seem like a good combination but isn't the combination everybody would expect." He said even more softly as he gets closer
"c- combination?" she stuttered at the same time in her mind, she's cursing at the lump that decided to come back and torture her.
"you know, combination. Two and two make four. Like red and orange. Like pencil and paper and like yin yang---"he said so confidently yet softly and seductively.
"d- draco, yin yang's a symbol for two opposites." She corrected him
"Hermione, that doesn't matter right now. I've been waiting a long time to say this----"he then got cut off by an outrageous Hermione who quickly made sure the wourds she expected hadn't come out of his mouth yet.
"Wait! Hold it! I'm sorry, but you have to wait a bit longer. Right now's not exactly the right time to say it."
"I guess, if that's the best---"then he got cut off again
"Yup! Trust me! I know what's best. Thank you for visiting have a nice day and come back soon. Not too soon." While saying this she was pushing him out to the door. And as her sentence and finally got him out and slammed the door slightly.
She turned around and faced her back on the wall. She leaned on the door and slid down to a sitting position in which her knees went up to her chest. She buried her head in her arms and thought of how she could be around him now that he has 'something' to say to her.
[imagine this: the song by Kelly Clarkson called 'The Trouble With Love Is'.]
Draco stood an inch away from the door right after it slammed in front of his face. Put his hands into his pockets and turned around. Then he looked back hoping she would open the door. But she didn't.
He went to his room. He sat on a single couch and sat wide out with his elbows on his knees to support his head as his golden blonde hair fell down onto his face handsomely. His hair glowed as the moonlight shone into his hair to reveal the natural gold.
In Hermione's room, she was still on the floor, but put her head up. She stood up and walked over to the balcony. She looked at the moon.
In Draco's room, he stood up from the couch and walked over to the balcony. He looked at the moon. He knew Hermione was looking at the same moon and then saw her on the other balcony.
As Draco removed his gaze reluctantly off Hermione, Hermione had just turned her head to look at him.
"It's as if he's mad at me." she thought as she watched a frustrated Draco run his finger through his hair.
Then as Hermione reluctantly removed her gaze from Draco, Draco had just turned to look at her.
"It's as if the kiss meant nothing." He thought as he looked back into the moon.
Hermione turned around and walked into her room.
Draco looked back and saw an empty balcony. He sighed and walked back inside.
He threw himself into the bed and then lay there wondering if Hermione would talk to him again tomorrow.
TOMORROW:
Draco woke up still in the clothes he had worn last night. He stood up and saw his bag and school materials scattered all over the floor. He rubbed his temple and remembered how hectic the day would turn out to be. He got in the bathroom to change and got out quickly. He went into his room and combed his hair and then ran to the common room seeing Hermione sitting on the couch waiting for him.
"When I went up stairs to check on you, I thought you were dead. And oh look, you're still kicking." She acted as if nothing had happened last night.
"Ha ha very funny Hermione. Now let's go, we're gonna be late for that meeting." He said playfully.
"Actually, I still feel very sleepy." She said putting the back of her hand on her forehead and acting so dramatic.
At the moment, they're friends, nothing yet. Well, that's what you think.
And then Draco walked over to Hermione and slung hi backpack over his shoulders and got her backpack and then carried her. With her legs in front and her torso at the back, she started kicking and screaming playfully while laughing.
"You know that that hurts." He said
"That's the point! Let Go!" as she burst into another mad fit of giggles.
"No way."
"I'll shout."
"As if you already aren't shouting." He said as he laughed
"Come on." She asked with puppy dog eyes –even though he couldn't see them- .
"Alright." He said putting her down.
"Thank you." she said straightening the crumples on her shirt.
Funny how these two can work on their emotions and make them take effect so quickly. Hang on, they were trying to ignore the fact that Draco had almost said 'that' –you know what I'm saying- and but they really had a hard time ignoring that fact. It's too hard to forget. They kissed, they shared emotions and got all emotional in less than a week. This was a game of emotions. And two can play that game.