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Chapter 8…
Draco lay in bed staring at the ceiling. A single memory was playing in his head. It just happened last night and he couldn't forget it.
You're being much too foolish. Nothing could ever happen. Even if it did it wouldn't last. Would it? At least I've got a whole day of no classes before the ball tomorrow to dwell on these thoughts. Lucky me.
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Hermione sat on a stool looking out of her balcony. The cold breeze lightly swept her hair behind her shoulders. She shuddered and closed the window. A pensive look was on her face. She wanted to cry…but knew never to cry over a boy that never helped. Why was she so infatuated with him? Was it an infatuation, or just simple obsession? This was far from simple. She sighed and sat on her bed.
A HISTORY OF THE DARK ARTS …the cover read. Hermione couldn't help feeling out of place and uncomfortable. She put the book on her desk. Face down.^^^^^^^
Knock-Knock.
"What do you want?" Draco asked from the balcony.
"It's Hannah. I want to talk to you."
"Aloha Mora." Draco whispered as he swished his ebony wand. The door unlocked and Hannah let her self in.
"I see how you look at her. When you think no one's watching." Hannah whispered as she quietly shut the door behind her.
"What are you getting at?" Draco still looking out to the Castle grounds from the balcony.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about. I'm not a retard." Hannah had her arms folded as she stood near the door.
"I'm afraid I have no idea what you're babbling on about." Draco shook his head. "You're just wasting your breath."
"For being second best in this school, you sure are the dim wit. Listen to me!"
"Alright you have the floor." Draco put his hands up in surrender.
"No interruptions until I'm done." Hannah confirmed.
"No interruptions." Draco rested his elbows on the railing.
"Here it goes then…First off I know. I know that you look at her like she's pure veela. And Second off I know that you and her aren't exactly enemies…anymore. We're all suspecting things about you two."
"You are are you?…well then. Thanks for stopping by. Don't come again."
The door swung open. Hannah was about to close the door when she stopped and whispered…"Admit it Malfoy, you fancy the muggle born."
Draco swiftly turned around, but she was gone.
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Hermione sat in her bed clutching a pillow, staring out her window at the vastness that was the Hogwarts grounds. Usually at this time she'd be studying or reading, but tonight she knew she didn't have the focus.
Knock-knock
"Aloha Mora." Hermione said nonchalantly her focus still out the window, "Come in."
The doorknob turned. The door opened. Hermione's eyes still lay outside her room…
"Um, Macmillan said you had the HISTORY OF DARK ARTS BOOK and I need it for my report, could I get it?"
Hermione quickly got her thoughts back into her room, she was quite surprised to see Draco Malfoy standing there.
"Hmm? Oh yeah, its right there on my desk." Hermione's gaze went to the book then back to Malfoy.
He walked across her room to her desk where the book lay. He stood there for a moment. "I like what you've done to the place."
Red walls, black silk sheets, gorgeous.
"Err…Thank you." Hermione clutched even tighter to her pillow.
Draco took in a deep breath…Strawberry. He was sure. He walked back to the door, "So are you ever going to pay up to that Rain Check?"
Hermione looked puzzled, "What are you talking abo…" Realization struck her.
"Don't think you can disappear on me this time Granger… I know where you sleep at night." It took so much effort into looking calm and cool at that moment. His heart was beating faster and faster, his palms were sweaty, and he was starting to get a little pink in his cheeks.
To her dismay, Hermione felt exactly the same.
"Tea was it?" Hermione swallowed. Her voice shaken.
"Yes if I remember correctly." Draco looked straight into Hermione's amber eyes which was a big mistake…he got lost in them…
"We'll have to schedule it sometime later, with Ball is tomorrow and all…Draco what do you know?" Hermione's last question came out hastily.
"I know everything, and nothing at all." With that he closed her door softly, leaving Hermione to question what does he know.
Hermione coughed.
He was here, in my room, rain check, tea, FOCUS HERMIONE! Oh Merlin! I must look like crap!
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Draco was leaning against the front of Hermione's door,
What are you getting yourself into Draco?
"Since I've made it this far, I might as well stay." Draco whispered to himself clutching the book close to his chest. He was breathing deeply and didn't even notice someone creeping up on him.
"What are you doing Malfoy?" Padma asked curiously as she was going to her room.
"I have no idea." Then he mumbled something under his breath and went into his room.
Padma knocked softly on Hermione's door.
"Come in." Hermione's voice came from her room. The door opened to a frazzled looking Padma, "Is everything alright?"
Padma sat on the bed next to Hermione, "I was about to ask you the same thing. Tell me Mione, what's up with you and Malfoy?"
"What? Oh uh, well er…what do you mean?" Hermione was surprised of this question.
"I just saw him out side your door, he looked disheveled, and he's a Malfoy they never look disheveled. Did you hex him?" Padma was always looking for some gossip.
"Actually no." Hermione looked quite proud of herself.
"So is there anything going on between you two???"
"I have no idea." Her face blank.
"You have to admit, those eyes… se magnifique." Padma looked star struck.
"They are smoldering aren't they?" Hermione couldn't believe what she just said.
"Aha! So you admit it. There's something about him."
"Of course there's something about him, how else would I loathe him for that amount of time."
"Alright you don't have to tell me anything. However if anything happens between you two be sure to tell me!" Padma looked pleased that she got something out of our dear Miss Granger.
"Alright." Hermione subdued.
Padma exited Hermione's room and left her in silence thinking about a certain blonde bombshell and we aren't talking Legolas.
"What have you gotten yourself into Hermione?" She spoke softly to herself "Might as well stay and find out then."
She lay in bed with only one thing in mind.
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Draco lay in bed. A History Of The Dark Arts sit perfectly on his desk, he couldn't get the focus to read it or to start his report which was suppose to be 10 inches. His eyes closed slowly, sleep drawing him in, for a moment he was back in her room talking with her smiling, making her smile, then Draco quickly sat up…
It was only a dream.
He stayed up a bit longer thinking about her.
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Happy New Year! Hope your having a good holiday season! Did you like it? Any thoughts about what Hermione should wear to the Ball? I was debating that in my head…still am. So please review and tell me what you think okay? PLEASE!? Thanks a million Galleons!
