Draco: she doesn't own Bloody Potter or any Characters for that matter involved in this fiction.
Me: Be nice!
Draco: I am ever so sorry.
Hermione: Why do you have to be such a prick!!!
Draco: Why are you so Daft!?!?!?! You know for top of the class you sure are the dunce.
Hermione: I resent that!
Me: DRACO! HERMIONE! Please! Save it for the story!
Hermione: Yes, er, sorry.
Draco: what she said.
Authors Note: Thanks to every one who has reviewed! Don't worry, this fiction will end up finished. I'm not sure as of how it will end…but I hope its good.
A real good D/Hm song is Daniel Beddingfield's "If you're not the one". It's absolutely gorgeous.
Chapter 7…He tried to close his eyes. It only took 5 hours to get into bed. He laid face up, hands behind his head in deep thought. It had been 5 hours and 32 minutes since his encounter with the mysterious poet. Thoughts float in his mind…
No classes…Ready for the ball…Library.
He felt his eyelids begin to slowly drop, as he closed his eyes one last thought surfaced…Strawberry
.: The Morning after (Hermione's Room):.
"Someone was out late last night." A Friendly looking, Sandy Brunette said. She wore a Hufflepuff Crest on her robes.
"Please Hannah don't remind me." Hermione said trying to suppress the night patrolling with Draco.
"Got anything you'd like us to know?!?" A small raven blacked haired girl spoke. She wore the Ravenclaw crest on her school robes.
Hermione blushed ever so slightly. The two prefects giggled.
"Padma, Hannah, I don't really want to talk about it, let alone remember." Hermione said as she sat next to Padma.
"Must be something good then, eh Mione?" Hannah spoke, "Oh I remember, you were partnered with Malfoy during patrol last night."
Hermione felt as if she'd lost all oxygen.
"Calm down Mione." Hannah said with surprise as to how Hermione looked, "We know that you and Malfoy patrolled last night. Unless there's something else you'd like to tell us?"
Hermione took in a deep breath.
"There's nothing to tell." Hermione said in a confident tone of voice. "Like the genius Malfoy is he decided to open each and every door in the east wing very slow. Deathly slow. He kept us in the library late. He's such the little go-getter. Not."
The two witches were convinced.
"So breakfast anyone?" Padma suggested.
The three prefects walked out the door to the Prefects Common room. Ernie McMillan informed them that Ron had Quidditch practice, Alex went down to the bathroom, and that Draco was still in his room. He however was delighted to walk them to the Great hall. Once in the great hall the prefects disassembled to their house tables.
.10 minutes later.
Draco walked into the Great Hall making quite the entrance. He took his seat at the head of Slytherin table.
From anyone's point of view he looked perfectly cool. But no one knew what was going on in his head. A battle between his head and his conscious. He was trying to convince himself he was wrong, when he knew what he was thinking was entirely true.
It all makes sense now doesn't it! NO! It's a coincidence! If you'd just listen to me! No!You like her! Admit it! Shut up! Touchy aren't we. Mental aren't we!
Hermione stared at him from across the room he had been sitting there for nearly 15 minutes, and hadn't laid a finger on his plate.
"I see you've noticed his lack of breakfast." Hannah Abbot whispered standing behind Hermione.
"What!? You think I was? Uh. Well you're wrong."
Hannah took a seat next to Hermione, "Mione is there something you'd like to say?"
"No. Nothing."
Draco took a sip of pumpkin juice. He decided he knew what to do…
Hermione headed to the library, she and the prefects were told that Dumbledore has asked the House Elves to decorate. So they'd have time for, "Preparation."
Hermione went to the back of the library near the biographies of old witches and wizards were. She sat at her favorite desk. Laid her books down and within a minute she was fast asleep atop an open copy of, Hogwarts: A History (13th Edition).
.6 PM.
Draco had just entered the prefect's bathroom, Slytherin Quidditch Team practice had ended late, as always. It was rather damp outside, he had mud all over the bottom half of himself.
Hermione yawned, straightened herself up. She fell asleep in the library once again, this never use to happen, but now she noticed it more and more her focus was somewhere else. Quickly she wrote something on a piece of blank parchment. She blew on it and then folded it up and placed it neatly in her robes pocket. She gathered her books and headed up to her Dormitory.
Just 2 corridors away in the Prefects bathroom there lay an ever so still Draco Malfoy. Steam rose from the waters. For once this week he was in complete serenity.
Hermione was about to pass the prefects bathroom and was a corridor away from the Prefect Common room entrance when she remembered that she was suppose to check out a book for transfiguration. She made a 180 and headed towards the Library.
Draco lay back, letting the steam rise around his face. After quidditch practice this was the only thing to do. His muscles ached, and the hot water soothed them, his arms burned and the waters cooled them. He sighed. His plan wasn't in action, yet. He didn't have a chance to start it, he hadn't bumped into her for the whole day! This wasn't his fault, yet he knew where she was, he always knew, he just didn't do anything about that. Every time he would start to think about what happened the night before, the more his heart beat quickened. He was surprised he didn't have a heart attack since then. Yet, when he thought about last night's events he didn't know the absentminded smile that played on his lips. He hands were getting pruney, he knew it was time to head back. He started to gather his things…
Hermione was again walking by the prefects' bathroom; she was going to wash her hands, but decided against it, knowing what happened last time…
Draco opened the door looking quite refreshed. He closed the entrance and the mental war begun once again. If only Lucius could see you now…but he can't! That's right! He can't! Damn him and his control over me! So about the girl…what about the girl? You can at least ask her…couldn't you?
Draco said the password and the portrait swung open. Under his breath could be heard, "You've gone loony."
"Good evening Malfoy." Ernie said absentmindedly while writing an essay on a very very long piece of parchment.
"Evening." Draco replied nonchalantly. He quickly went to his room and a loud slam could be heard from the common room. Hermione opened her door and walked down the steps to the common room.
"Is Hannah back yet Ernie? Was that Dra…Malfoy?" Hermione asked as she took out a book from their private collection of books.
"No, not yet." Ernie sat down on a chair near the fire, "Yea that was Malfoy."
"Oh, well if you see Hannah tell her I asked for her." Hermione walked back up to her room and slammed the door. As she did Draco appeared out of his.
"Macmillan, tell me that wasn't Pansy." Draco said in a bare whisper.
"What? Oh just now. No that wasn't Pansy."
"Good." Draco made his way down the stairs and into the common room, he looked through the book shelf, the Prefects very own private collection, "Have you seen the History of Dark Arts book?"
"Er…Hermione just took it." Just then Hannah came through the Portrait.
"Hi boys." She said as she went up to her room.
"Oy! Abbot! Hermione was looking for you." Ernie called up as he just remembered.
"Thanks." Hannah said as she knocked on Hermione's door.
"Reminds me, she was also asken' about…" Ernie turned to where Draco was just standing but he wasn't there. "You." Upstairs a door could be heard closing.
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Noooo! If only he bathed quicker! …strike that…if only she walked slower! If only Ernie woulda told Draco sooner! :sigh: until next time.
Well…that was interesting! I'm a slow writer! Please don't get angry at me! The next chap is in the works…coming soon to a computer screen near you.
