Its been a week, a whole week and nothing has happened. She hasn't said
anything to him. She has been afraid to look him in the eye. She fears that
he will find out exactly how weak she is when it comes to this. She cannot
tell right now whether she will be able to take it now but she tries, she
tries so hard...for him not to know.
Draco has been upset with his actions and he is being to stubborn about the whole situation. He thinks that telling her the truth will lead to nothing. He thinks she is still afraid of him and that she does not want to speak to him at all. He's got a reason to think this because of the way she's been hiding from him. This whole situation is driving him mad, he cannot sleep at night, thinking that the girl who he fears the most of hurting is right next door.
Its 3 A.M in the morning and the two confused teenagers are wide awake, laying in their beds. Telling themselves, forcing themselves to sleep, yet none will follow the order.
Hermione gets out of the bed and goes over to the mirror and looks at herself.
"I'm not THAT ugly am I?" she asks quietly.
"Not at all" replied the mirror.
She is not surprised by the talking mirrors, in fact she's quiet used to everything being the way they are.
"Then why does he not like me?" she whispers.
"Oh dear, I'm not so good with teenage romance" answered the mirror.
"Ha , teenager romance? Do you honestly think anyone will ever want to even think about having some sort of 'teenage romance' with me." She said a bit louder.
"I mean...what good will it do for them. It seems as though all my life I have been watching this horrifying and horrendous movie that's filled with pain and anguish and that just...wont...end" she said quietly.
"Oh my sweet, do not be alarmed by something that Is about to end" said the mirror.
"End? My life wont just end...I believe we will have to work on that and that means it will require some blades or if we want to do it the quiet way, just some good pills" said Hermione sarcastically.
"I know you are just playing with words Hermione dear, but it is not safe to do that, not when you don't know the full truth" replied the mirror.
Hermione started to take small steps to the balcony.
"I'd be careful if I were you, dear" commented the mirror.
"What are you talking about?" said Hermione looking back at the mirror. She was just a few steps away from the balcony.
"Well, nothing can come good from watching others" said the mirror.
"Are you commenting on me watching Malfoy? That's just crazy, I just feel a little nauseous so I thought I would step out for some fresh air" lied Hermione. She wanted to see him, his beautiful blond locks of hair, his wonderfully shaped face, and his eyes that just pull her in so deeply.
"Lying to yourself isn't the best way to go" said the mirror quietly.
She opened the doors and hesitated to look his way for just that second. Then she saw him, standing right by the balcony door, starring up at the moon. She ducked and hid herself in a far dark corner where he wont be able to see her. She watching him through the dimness and the fog. He had on black slacks that suited him perfectly and nothing on top.
"Why isn't he sleeping?" said Hermione quietly.
There he was, standing without a shirt and just being who he truly is. A decent human being who she longs to be with.
He had just stepped outside and the wind had gotten stronger. She saw him looking at her balcony and then he squinted his eyes just a bit and was looking at something in particular.
She followed his gaze and realized that she had forgot to close the door.
'Oh no, the door!' she thought to herself. But just as she was thinking this the wind blew so hard with all its will and shut the door before her reflexes got to her and she stormed out of the dark corner, reaching out her hand in order to catch the door. But it was all too late.
Draco saw the night was beautiful so he decided he should step out. He stepped out and it had suddenly gotten so chilly. He quickly looked at Hermione's door.
'Why did she leave it open, it's freezing outside' he thought to himself.
Just then the door was being shut by the forces of the wind and he sees her, the most enticing person of all jump out, trying to save the door from being completely closed.
And she fails miserably.
Unable to speak, unable to think, there she was, the girl who haunts his dreams every night. The girl who he thinks is the most decent, beautiful, respectful, and diligent human being.
"Hermione" he said in a fair voice.
"What are you doing out there, in the middle of the night" then it hit him, like a brick in the face.
'Why was she hiding all this time while I was out here'
'She knew I was here'
"I..uh I didn't know that you were out, honestly, I just stepped out for some fresh air" she said, desperately trying to sound real and that she really wasn't trying to spy on him.
Draco quickly summed up what has happened and started to smile just a tad.
Hermione seeing his change in appearance started feeling uncomfortable.
"What...What are you making fun of me now" she said.
"First you turn me down, now you laugh right in my face" she said in an angry tone.
He couldn't believe his ears. Had she really thought that he would turn down such a beauty?
"Well I won't be your little puppet, Malfoy" she screamed.
Hermione quickly ran to the door and burst it open, trying frantically to get away from him so he can bring her down even more than she already is.
"WHAT!" Draco screamed at no one.
"You really think that do you, Hermione?" he said to her closed door. Knowing that she can still hear him.
"Well if you'd rather believe whatever the hell you MADE UP, then fine by me!" he screamed harshly at the door, thinking she heard everything.
He stormed back into his room and tried to rationally think this over.
'Why did I get mad at her?'
'Why did I scream at her?'
"Ugh...I'm such a pathetic person" he said, sitting on his bed. What he has done really wasn't the right thing to do. Draco was too caught up in the moment that he completely lost it and said the first thing that came to mind. He just couldn't believe that this, what she had said, was what she was thinking all along.
'I have to talk to her' he pondered to himself.
His decision was made, by night tomorrow, she shall speak to Hermione.
Hermione quickly ran to the bathroom and closed the door. She stripped off all of her clothes and turned on the water for the bathtub. She chose her favorite scent, vanilla and was welcomed by a marvelous smell that drove her into greater insanity.
There she was, filled with ecstasy and over what?
A vanilla scented bath gel.
Funny how little things can make a person fall so deeply into an awe- inspiring bliss.
There she was, laying in the water, completely oblivious to the fact that the person who she longed to be with was wishing the same thing.
Hermione woke up and felt like she was soaked in water. She put her hand against her forehead and felt it very warm and sweaty.
'Might as well take another shower...all these dreams seem to have a continues effect on me'
She stepped into the shower and started washing herself.
'How am I suppose to face him tomorrow during the meeting' she thought.
"Ugh...oh well. It's just another normal thing that I have to face from now on" she said to herself.
She stepped out and looked around the bathroom for any sign of towels that were colored gold.
'Oh no, I spent them all yesterday' she thought to herself.
There was only that single green towel that was in fact, Draco's.
"Would he really see me, and plus he doesn't count how many towels he has right" she said. All along taking his towel and wrapping it around her body.
She let her damped hair down and looked at her reflection in the mirror.
"Well, at least all those summer getaways from my dad gave me a nice looking tan" she said to herself.
She turned the knob and was about to exit when she saw that messy blond haired Slytherin with his hand reaching the knob.
He looked up surprised and quickly adjusted his eyes to what was in front of him.
'Oh no, and I was worried about him seeing me during the meeting' she quickly thought.
"Wow...uh I mean...I'm sorry I didn't think anyone was in the bathroom" he said and quickly turned away.
She stood there paralyzed by his actions.
"It's all right Malfoy, I'm pretty decent" she laughed a little.
She had to admit to herself, it was an adorable picture if you were to look at it from a different point of view. He, Draco Malfoy was completely blushing in front her just because she came out with nothing but a towel.
He slowly turned around and saw that she was smiling so he went along with it.
He gave her one of his all knowing charming smiles that can get him any girls he want.
'There's that smile that I cannot bare to see' she thought. 'He's just so perfect, even when he just woke up and didn't do anything to himself'
"Is it me or has the all-knowing Granger finally opened her eyes and is checking me out, right this moment...as we speak, may I say" he said smirking. All along Draco couldn't help but not to look at that gorgeous petite body that was right in front of him.
Long slender legs that he could just not get enough off broke all the concentration be was saving.
"I'd say the same about you, Mr.Malfoy" she said quickly and ran off to her room.
"So she did notice" he said watching her leave.
The day turned out to be the longest day of Draco's life. Finally he couldn't wait until dinner so later on he can tell his feelings to Hermione. Finally he can tell her the things he hides, the things that are just meant to be said, the things that might have a positive and a negative effect.
It was the last class to lunch and he had to share it with Gryffindors.
He walked smoothly into the class and noticed that there was a different girl sitting next to his place by the desk.
"Where's Parkinson?" he said in a nonchalant voice meanwhile at the same time looking over at the Gryffindors, trying to see if his little victim has come into class yet.
"Well, well, isn't this a nice 'Hello'" the girl answered.
He looked back her way and saw that she was another copy of Parkinson but with Black hair.
"You suppose to be her cousin?" he said once again without a touch of care.
"You know, they say that you're supposed to be this nice smooth talker when it comes to girls" she said eyeing him.
"Yeh...when it comes to, what are they known as...ahh pretty girls" he said in a calm voice.
"Now if you don't mind, I'd like you to kindly remove your eyes from my body and step aside, as it seems you have taken both these seats" he said looking down at the two seats which she put her things on.
He looked around and saw an isolated desk in the back. Draco quickly made his way to it with his robes flashing behind him. He put all his things down and saw that she still hasn't come in yet.
'Wonder where Ms.Perfect is' he thought.
'Well...I don't know about perfect, anymore' he thought with a smile as he remembered the beautiful picture that has haunted him all day today. Hermione in nothing but a towel and whose towel, now that was a good question.
She chose his Slytherin towel.
'Now that was a vicious idea' he thought pertaining to the whole towel image.
Snape had walked in the class and still no Hermione, now he was starting to get worried.
Just as Snape had said
"Turn to page 924"
His little victim had finally shown up. She opened the doors harshly and walked in, saw that there was no room by Harry and Ron. They saw her and mouthed 'Sorry' and all she can do was look for another seat.
She looked in back and saw Malfoy sitting alone with a smile on his face.
Quickly she regained her strength and sat by his side.
Malfoy was completely shocked. Why did she sit here, was there not enough space. He looked at where Potty and Weasley sat and saw that there really was no more seats.
Then he saw Potty turn around and magically throw a piece of parchment aiming at Hermione's desk.
He saw how the paper ball hit Hermione in her arm and how she looked around the class, trying to find who did it.
She was so predictable. Completely oblivious, Hermione opened the parchment and read whatever what was written there. She looked up at Potter and gave a quick nod as agreeing to something he didn't quiet know, yet.
What she didn't know was the fact that Draco was completely studying her every movement.
She relaxed and noticed that her hair was falling apart from the messy bun she made in the morning. So she untangled it and let it fall to her shoulders, then hastily she made it back into a messy bun that made her look very attractive. The smell of her hair had gotten to Draco and he just couldn't take it anymore.
First the smell of vanilla drove him into a complete state of psychosis whenever she walked by him and now a different smell that was just as powerful and just as intoxicating. He was extremely prickly.
But what he was unaware of was that every action he made, Hermione was in deep awareness of his next step.
Whenever he picked up his hand to stroke his hair in a swift movement to keep it from falling in his face, she dreamt that it was her hand. Whenever he moved or got up from his chair, this exhilarating smell of his cologne drove her into madness.
She switched positions so that now she was sitting with both her legs were on the ground and they were a little far apart from each other.
While these two teenagers were all caught up in each others acts, they were completely unaware of what was happening in the classroom. Not that they cared but Hermione is definitely not the type of person who would miss a whole class session just to look and be completely absorbed in the person sitting next to her.
Then she saw him move uncomfortably and felt his leg against hers.
'Should I move my leg?' she thought rapidly to herself.
Draco was also battling his thoughts right now.
'She's so warm and welcoming' he thought.
'No, stop thinking this!' he quickly held his thoughts from going any further.
She slowly moved her leg up while still connected to his. Draco seeing this, thought that she was telling him something which she really wasn't, she just didn't want to give him the wrong idea.
Just when he was about to say something, class was being dismissed and she quickly ran out of the classroom with Potter not so far behind her.
"Damn that Potter!" he cursed under his breath.
The day went on and classes seemed to be longer and longer. Finally it was time for dinner, an event right before the meeting and after the meeting he can at last talk to Hermione.
He made his way to the Slytherin table and noticed that annoying girl was sitting by his seat again. Draco walked up to his minions and took a seat far away from her. He started looking around for his little brown haired beauty. There she was sitting and she looked like she was in deep conversation with that Potter again.
"You really hate him don't you Draco" said Goyle.
He snapped out of his daze and replied to what his minion number one said.
"Yeh, Goyle, I really do" he said in a vicious voice.
"Hey, Draco, I bet this will make you happy. Looks like that mudblood of his is getting quiet the action" Draco looked at Goyle with a murderous face and stopped himself before hexing him for saying that kind of thing about Hermione.
"Nah...I don't think she'd be with a twat like that" he said in a some what normal voice.
"Yeh, I don't know about that, guys at Quiddich have been saying some nice things about her" he said with a mouth full of food.
This got him even more pissed of than he was already.
"Said what?"
"Uh..I don't know, I don't really remember much...but I think they said something about her sleeping with Weasley and now she's with Potter. That's why she doesn't really talk to the Red Head" he said not caring at all.
"No...it's a lie" he said through gritted teeth.
"Calm down Draco, what do you actually LIKE the mudblood" he said.
"DON'T" he screamed. He wanted to finish it off by saying the whole 'don't call her that' phrase but he saw who was watching him and that must have been the whole Great Hall. The position he was in surprised himself and he just couldn't take it anymore. Everyone was looking at him, he turned her way and saw that she was frightened by his actions so he quickly let go and strode off, out of the Great Hall.
He knew where the meeting would take place so he went directly there.
'How could she? I thought she actually liked me' he thought.
'No, No it was all a lie, he doesn't know what he's thinking, he's so dull and completely gullible that he'll believe a fish spoke to him'
He went inside the room and stayed there until people had finally started to arrive. All giving him these weird looks and all whispering amongst each other.
All through out the meeting he didn't dare to look at her. He thought that he should save all he can for the conversation he was going to have with her, once and for all.
At last, the meeting finished and everyone went off. While he was collecting his thing he noticed that she was the first to go.
'Looks like someone's in the mood to sleep' he thought.
He was going up the steps and thinking over how he should start the conversation and what he should really talk about.
'How about...Hermione we need to talk, No, no, no, what am I, her father?' he thought to himself. Draco opened the doors that led him to the Common Room that he and Hermione shared.
Then what he saw completely froze his whole body and he was unable to move nor to function.
There she was sitting on the couch with someone else's lips on hers.
It was Harry Potter.
"So it's true!" he screamed.
Hermione pushed Harry away and saw Draco standing by the doorway.
'Oh no, he must think-' her thoughts were interrupted by Harry yelling back at Draco.
"What the hell Ferret, shouldn't you be with your cronies in the Slytherin Dark Room?" he said.
"Harry" Hermione tried to say something. "Don't"
"You bloody twat!" Draco screamed.
"GET OUT!" she screamed. They both looked at her.
"Well, you heard her" said Harry.
"Not him, you" she said in a calm voice.
"What?" "Hermione, have you gone mad?"
"No, I'm perfectly fine" she said taking something that was on the couch and throwing it at his face.
He caught it and stormed out of the room.
She stood there, tear strained face but beautiful overall.
"So this is why you stormed out of the meeting, to go off snogging Potter"
"Hope you had fun" he said and without any further explanation he went off to his room.
HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER...SORRY FOR NOT WRITING FOR SUCH A LOOOONG TIME. BUT NO NEED TO WORRY...I'M FINALLY GETTING BACK ON TRACK.
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Draco has been upset with his actions and he is being to stubborn about the whole situation. He thinks that telling her the truth will lead to nothing. He thinks she is still afraid of him and that she does not want to speak to him at all. He's got a reason to think this because of the way she's been hiding from him. This whole situation is driving him mad, he cannot sleep at night, thinking that the girl who he fears the most of hurting is right next door.
Its 3 A.M in the morning and the two confused teenagers are wide awake, laying in their beds. Telling themselves, forcing themselves to sleep, yet none will follow the order.
Hermione gets out of the bed and goes over to the mirror and looks at herself.
"I'm not THAT ugly am I?" she asks quietly.
"Not at all" replied the mirror.
She is not surprised by the talking mirrors, in fact she's quiet used to everything being the way they are.
"Then why does he not like me?" she whispers.
"Oh dear, I'm not so good with teenage romance" answered the mirror.
"Ha , teenager romance? Do you honestly think anyone will ever want to even think about having some sort of 'teenage romance' with me." She said a bit louder.
"I mean...what good will it do for them. It seems as though all my life I have been watching this horrifying and horrendous movie that's filled with pain and anguish and that just...wont...end" she said quietly.
"Oh my sweet, do not be alarmed by something that Is about to end" said the mirror.
"End? My life wont just end...I believe we will have to work on that and that means it will require some blades or if we want to do it the quiet way, just some good pills" said Hermione sarcastically.
"I know you are just playing with words Hermione dear, but it is not safe to do that, not when you don't know the full truth" replied the mirror.
Hermione started to take small steps to the balcony.
"I'd be careful if I were you, dear" commented the mirror.
"What are you talking about?" said Hermione looking back at the mirror. She was just a few steps away from the balcony.
"Well, nothing can come good from watching others" said the mirror.
"Are you commenting on me watching Malfoy? That's just crazy, I just feel a little nauseous so I thought I would step out for some fresh air" lied Hermione. She wanted to see him, his beautiful blond locks of hair, his wonderfully shaped face, and his eyes that just pull her in so deeply.
"Lying to yourself isn't the best way to go" said the mirror quietly.
She opened the doors and hesitated to look his way for just that second. Then she saw him, standing right by the balcony door, starring up at the moon. She ducked and hid herself in a far dark corner where he wont be able to see her. She watching him through the dimness and the fog. He had on black slacks that suited him perfectly and nothing on top.
"Why isn't he sleeping?" said Hermione quietly.
There he was, standing without a shirt and just being who he truly is. A decent human being who she longs to be with.
He had just stepped outside and the wind had gotten stronger. She saw him looking at her balcony and then he squinted his eyes just a bit and was looking at something in particular.
She followed his gaze and realized that she had forgot to close the door.
'Oh no, the door!' she thought to herself. But just as she was thinking this the wind blew so hard with all its will and shut the door before her reflexes got to her and she stormed out of the dark corner, reaching out her hand in order to catch the door. But it was all too late.
Draco saw the night was beautiful so he decided he should step out. He stepped out and it had suddenly gotten so chilly. He quickly looked at Hermione's door.
'Why did she leave it open, it's freezing outside' he thought to himself.
Just then the door was being shut by the forces of the wind and he sees her, the most enticing person of all jump out, trying to save the door from being completely closed.
And she fails miserably.
Unable to speak, unable to think, there she was, the girl who haunts his dreams every night. The girl who he thinks is the most decent, beautiful, respectful, and diligent human being.
"Hermione" he said in a fair voice.
"What are you doing out there, in the middle of the night" then it hit him, like a brick in the face.
'Why was she hiding all this time while I was out here'
'She knew I was here'
"I..uh I didn't know that you were out, honestly, I just stepped out for some fresh air" she said, desperately trying to sound real and that she really wasn't trying to spy on him.
Draco quickly summed up what has happened and started to smile just a tad.
Hermione seeing his change in appearance started feeling uncomfortable.
"What...What are you making fun of me now" she said.
"First you turn me down, now you laugh right in my face" she said in an angry tone.
He couldn't believe his ears. Had she really thought that he would turn down such a beauty?
"Well I won't be your little puppet, Malfoy" she screamed.
Hermione quickly ran to the door and burst it open, trying frantically to get away from him so he can bring her down even more than she already is.
"WHAT!" Draco screamed at no one.
"You really think that do you, Hermione?" he said to her closed door. Knowing that she can still hear him.
"Well if you'd rather believe whatever the hell you MADE UP, then fine by me!" he screamed harshly at the door, thinking she heard everything.
He stormed back into his room and tried to rationally think this over.
'Why did I get mad at her?'
'Why did I scream at her?'
"Ugh...I'm such a pathetic person" he said, sitting on his bed. What he has done really wasn't the right thing to do. Draco was too caught up in the moment that he completely lost it and said the first thing that came to mind. He just couldn't believe that this, what she had said, was what she was thinking all along.
'I have to talk to her' he pondered to himself.
His decision was made, by night tomorrow, she shall speak to Hermione.
Hermione quickly ran to the bathroom and closed the door. She stripped off all of her clothes and turned on the water for the bathtub. She chose her favorite scent, vanilla and was welcomed by a marvelous smell that drove her into greater insanity.
There she was, filled with ecstasy and over what?
A vanilla scented bath gel.
Funny how little things can make a person fall so deeply into an awe- inspiring bliss.
There she was, laying in the water, completely oblivious to the fact that the person who she longed to be with was wishing the same thing.
Hermione woke up and felt like she was soaked in water. She put her hand against her forehead and felt it very warm and sweaty.
'Might as well take another shower...all these dreams seem to have a continues effect on me'
She stepped into the shower and started washing herself.
'How am I suppose to face him tomorrow during the meeting' she thought.
"Ugh...oh well. It's just another normal thing that I have to face from now on" she said to herself.
She stepped out and looked around the bathroom for any sign of towels that were colored gold.
'Oh no, I spent them all yesterday' she thought to herself.
There was only that single green towel that was in fact, Draco's.
"Would he really see me, and plus he doesn't count how many towels he has right" she said. All along taking his towel and wrapping it around her body.
She let her damped hair down and looked at her reflection in the mirror.
"Well, at least all those summer getaways from my dad gave me a nice looking tan" she said to herself.
She turned the knob and was about to exit when she saw that messy blond haired Slytherin with his hand reaching the knob.
He looked up surprised and quickly adjusted his eyes to what was in front of him.
'Oh no, and I was worried about him seeing me during the meeting' she quickly thought.
"Wow...uh I mean...I'm sorry I didn't think anyone was in the bathroom" he said and quickly turned away.
She stood there paralyzed by his actions.
"It's all right Malfoy, I'm pretty decent" she laughed a little.
She had to admit to herself, it was an adorable picture if you were to look at it from a different point of view. He, Draco Malfoy was completely blushing in front her just because she came out with nothing but a towel.
He slowly turned around and saw that she was smiling so he went along with it.
He gave her one of his all knowing charming smiles that can get him any girls he want.
'There's that smile that I cannot bare to see' she thought. 'He's just so perfect, even when he just woke up and didn't do anything to himself'
"Is it me or has the all-knowing Granger finally opened her eyes and is checking me out, right this moment...as we speak, may I say" he said smirking. All along Draco couldn't help but not to look at that gorgeous petite body that was right in front of him.
Long slender legs that he could just not get enough off broke all the concentration be was saving.
"I'd say the same about you, Mr.Malfoy" she said quickly and ran off to her room.
"So she did notice" he said watching her leave.
The day turned out to be the longest day of Draco's life. Finally he couldn't wait until dinner so later on he can tell his feelings to Hermione. Finally he can tell her the things he hides, the things that are just meant to be said, the things that might have a positive and a negative effect.
It was the last class to lunch and he had to share it with Gryffindors.
He walked smoothly into the class and noticed that there was a different girl sitting next to his place by the desk.
"Where's Parkinson?" he said in a nonchalant voice meanwhile at the same time looking over at the Gryffindors, trying to see if his little victim has come into class yet.
"Well, well, isn't this a nice 'Hello'" the girl answered.
He looked back her way and saw that she was another copy of Parkinson but with Black hair.
"You suppose to be her cousin?" he said once again without a touch of care.
"You know, they say that you're supposed to be this nice smooth talker when it comes to girls" she said eyeing him.
"Yeh...when it comes to, what are they known as...ahh pretty girls" he said in a calm voice.
"Now if you don't mind, I'd like you to kindly remove your eyes from my body and step aside, as it seems you have taken both these seats" he said looking down at the two seats which she put her things on.
He looked around and saw an isolated desk in the back. Draco quickly made his way to it with his robes flashing behind him. He put all his things down and saw that she still hasn't come in yet.
'Wonder where Ms.Perfect is' he thought.
'Well...I don't know about perfect, anymore' he thought with a smile as he remembered the beautiful picture that has haunted him all day today. Hermione in nothing but a towel and whose towel, now that was a good question.
She chose his Slytherin towel.
'Now that was a vicious idea' he thought pertaining to the whole towel image.
Snape had walked in the class and still no Hermione, now he was starting to get worried.
Just as Snape had said
"Turn to page 924"
His little victim had finally shown up. She opened the doors harshly and walked in, saw that there was no room by Harry and Ron. They saw her and mouthed 'Sorry' and all she can do was look for another seat.
She looked in back and saw Malfoy sitting alone with a smile on his face.
Quickly she regained her strength and sat by his side.
Malfoy was completely shocked. Why did she sit here, was there not enough space. He looked at where Potty and Weasley sat and saw that there really was no more seats.
Then he saw Potty turn around and magically throw a piece of parchment aiming at Hermione's desk.
He saw how the paper ball hit Hermione in her arm and how she looked around the class, trying to find who did it.
She was so predictable. Completely oblivious, Hermione opened the parchment and read whatever what was written there. She looked up at Potter and gave a quick nod as agreeing to something he didn't quiet know, yet.
What she didn't know was the fact that Draco was completely studying her every movement.
She relaxed and noticed that her hair was falling apart from the messy bun she made in the morning. So she untangled it and let it fall to her shoulders, then hastily she made it back into a messy bun that made her look very attractive. The smell of her hair had gotten to Draco and he just couldn't take it anymore.
First the smell of vanilla drove him into a complete state of psychosis whenever she walked by him and now a different smell that was just as powerful and just as intoxicating. He was extremely prickly.
But what he was unaware of was that every action he made, Hermione was in deep awareness of his next step.
Whenever he picked up his hand to stroke his hair in a swift movement to keep it from falling in his face, she dreamt that it was her hand. Whenever he moved or got up from his chair, this exhilarating smell of his cologne drove her into madness.
She switched positions so that now she was sitting with both her legs were on the ground and they were a little far apart from each other.
While these two teenagers were all caught up in each others acts, they were completely unaware of what was happening in the classroom. Not that they cared but Hermione is definitely not the type of person who would miss a whole class session just to look and be completely absorbed in the person sitting next to her.
Then she saw him move uncomfortably and felt his leg against hers.
'Should I move my leg?' she thought rapidly to herself.
Draco was also battling his thoughts right now.
'She's so warm and welcoming' he thought.
'No, stop thinking this!' he quickly held his thoughts from going any further.
She slowly moved her leg up while still connected to his. Draco seeing this, thought that she was telling him something which she really wasn't, she just didn't want to give him the wrong idea.
Just when he was about to say something, class was being dismissed and she quickly ran out of the classroom with Potter not so far behind her.
"Damn that Potter!" he cursed under his breath.
The day went on and classes seemed to be longer and longer. Finally it was time for dinner, an event right before the meeting and after the meeting he can at last talk to Hermione.
He made his way to the Slytherin table and noticed that annoying girl was sitting by his seat again. Draco walked up to his minions and took a seat far away from her. He started looking around for his little brown haired beauty. There she was sitting and she looked like she was in deep conversation with that Potter again.
"You really hate him don't you Draco" said Goyle.
He snapped out of his daze and replied to what his minion number one said.
"Yeh, Goyle, I really do" he said in a vicious voice.
"Hey, Draco, I bet this will make you happy. Looks like that mudblood of his is getting quiet the action" Draco looked at Goyle with a murderous face and stopped himself before hexing him for saying that kind of thing about Hermione.
"Nah...I don't think she'd be with a twat like that" he said in a some what normal voice.
"Yeh, I don't know about that, guys at Quiddich have been saying some nice things about her" he said with a mouth full of food.
This got him even more pissed of than he was already.
"Said what?"
"Uh..I don't know, I don't really remember much...but I think they said something about her sleeping with Weasley and now she's with Potter. That's why she doesn't really talk to the Red Head" he said not caring at all.
"No...it's a lie" he said through gritted teeth.
"Calm down Draco, what do you actually LIKE the mudblood" he said.
"DON'T" he screamed. He wanted to finish it off by saying the whole 'don't call her that' phrase but he saw who was watching him and that must have been the whole Great Hall. The position he was in surprised himself and he just couldn't take it anymore. Everyone was looking at him, he turned her way and saw that she was frightened by his actions so he quickly let go and strode off, out of the Great Hall.
He knew where the meeting would take place so he went directly there.
'How could she? I thought she actually liked me' he thought.
'No, No it was all a lie, he doesn't know what he's thinking, he's so dull and completely gullible that he'll believe a fish spoke to him'
He went inside the room and stayed there until people had finally started to arrive. All giving him these weird looks and all whispering amongst each other.
All through out the meeting he didn't dare to look at her. He thought that he should save all he can for the conversation he was going to have with her, once and for all.
At last, the meeting finished and everyone went off. While he was collecting his thing he noticed that she was the first to go.
'Looks like someone's in the mood to sleep' he thought.
He was going up the steps and thinking over how he should start the conversation and what he should really talk about.
'How about...Hermione we need to talk, No, no, no, what am I, her father?' he thought to himself. Draco opened the doors that led him to the Common Room that he and Hermione shared.
Then what he saw completely froze his whole body and he was unable to move nor to function.
There she was sitting on the couch with someone else's lips on hers.
It was Harry Potter.
"So it's true!" he screamed.
Hermione pushed Harry away and saw Draco standing by the doorway.
'Oh no, he must think-' her thoughts were interrupted by Harry yelling back at Draco.
"What the hell Ferret, shouldn't you be with your cronies in the Slytherin Dark Room?" he said.
"Harry" Hermione tried to say something. "Don't"
"You bloody twat!" Draco screamed.
"GET OUT!" she screamed. They both looked at her.
"Well, you heard her" said Harry.
"Not him, you" she said in a calm voice.
"What?" "Hermione, have you gone mad?"
"No, I'm perfectly fine" she said taking something that was on the couch and throwing it at his face.
He caught it and stormed out of the room.
She stood there, tear strained face but beautiful overall.
"So this is why you stormed out of the meeting, to go off snogging Potter"
"Hope you had fun" he said and without any further explanation he went off to his room.
HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER...SORRY FOR NOT WRITING FOR SUCH A LOOOONG TIME. BUT NO NEED TO WORRY...I'M FINALLY GETTING BACK ON TRACK.
This chapter took me two days to write, so it better be a good one. Tell me what you think.
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THANKS FOR SPENDING YOUR TIME, READING MY STORY!!!
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