A/N: I own nothing that J.K Rowling has used in her novels. I've also made
up some new places found in London (well at least I've never heard of
them). I hope my writing is improving. Please review!!
Chapter 7-The surprise
Petrus had just left so Hermione went up to her room to think things over. Leaving Draco sitting alone on the couch. She had never thought she'd ever need to choose between people. At the beginning of the summer she felt so lucky to have Petrus as a companion, but when he left she had Malfoy...err...Draco. Draco! She was thinking about Draco now, more than her arch nemesis. She couldn't believe how the summer was turning out.
Draco sat on the couch having time to think to himself. Much as Hermione was doing the floor above him. How could I think of Hermione like this? She was just stupid mudblood Granger! He couldn't have feelings for her. He wouldn't allow him self. What would his father say if he knew the feelings forming inside? He wouldn't know because there aren't any. Draco reassured himself. From this point Draco snapped himself back to reality. It was Granger nothing more, the weeks that had passed, the guard he'd let down was back up. With this he went upstairs to have his morning shower.
Hermione still lay on her bed; she ran the past weeks occurrences through her head many times. She questioned whether it was real or just a figment of her imagination. With that as her last thought she picked up her book (Love in a Loveless word), which she has so greatly missed. As she read lines after lines she found her self-thinking of Draco and Petrus. Unable to concentrate she put her novel down in frustration. Reaching under her mattress she pulled out her abandoned diary. Picking up a quill she began to write. Dear Diary,
Many weeks have gone by with so many mixed emotions. I don't know what I'm getting myself into. First with Petrus now I fear I am falling for Draco. I'm not sure if it's even real or not. The past few weeks since Petrus had left have been absolutely amazing. We've been quite civil to each other, nice even. But now Petrus has come back from Romania and I'm unsure of what to do. I hope this will all become much clearer in the future.
-Hermione.
Slipping the diary back under her mattress Hermione left the room, headed for the kitchen to grab a snack. Before she could even reach the bottom of the stairs the doorbell rang. Draco still lay sprawled out on the couch not even moving at the sound.
A house elf appeared and opened the door.
"May I speak with Ms. Granger?" a voice beckoned
"Why of course" the house elf replied.
Hermione quickly ran the rest of the way downstairs. The house elf saw Hermione and quickly vanished.
"Come on in" Hermione said
"Why thank you" Petrus replied while stepping inside.
Draco peered over the couch to see what was going on. Noticing Pete at the door, he silently left the room. Staying behind one of the grand door he listened closely to their conversation.
Petrus began "I know I was just over here but I wanted to ask you if you would come to dinner with me tonight?"
"That would be lovely but I really should ask the Malfoys first, after all I am their guest."
"Yes of course, is anyone home now?"
"I believe Narcissa is in the study, if you wait here I'll check and be back with an answer"
With that Hermione quickly left towards the study in search of Narcissa. Luckily she was there, she looked like a portrait, and she sat reading in an emerald green chair.
"Mrs. Malfoy?"
"Please darling call me Narcissa."
"Narcissa, may I go to dinner tonight with Petrus Jerardi?" Hermione inquired.
"Yes I suppose that wont be a problem just don't be home too late we don't want Lucius do be angry"
Hermione nodded and left as quietly as she entered.
Returning to Pete with a smile she said "Yes its alright with Narcissa"
"Perfect than I shall pick you up at 5:00p.m." Petrus informed her.
"Oh one last thing before you go, what should I wear?"
"Well the restaurant is fancy...."
"Say no more" Hermione interrupted.
With that Petrus had left. As if it was a cue Draco entered the room once again.
"Oh hello Draco"
"Granger" Draco spoke with no emotion as he walked past her heading up the stairs.
Confused Hermione repeated what he had just said to herself quietly. "Granger?" When did Draco call her Granger again? Still baffled she followed him upstairs.
"Draco!" She shouted for his attention.
Swiftly Draco turned around "Yes?"
"Why did you call me Granger I thought we were civil and on a first name basis and with everything that had happened in the past few weeks and with that you said to me after Pete left I thought...I thought..." Hermione trailed off.
"You thought what exactly?" Draco said as if he'd no clue as to what she was implying ( but every part of him did know)
"Well that you might well...like me" Hermione said blushingly
"Me like you Granger, surely you realized I was just trying to be nice to you seeing as how you are staying here the whole summer. I guess I should think twice next time before being nice to someone." Draco snorted.
Feeling greatly embarrassed Hermione quickly replied to get out of the situation "Oh yes of course I must have been in the sun to long yesterday"
Draco could see the hurt in her eyes but promptly dismissed it.
"Well then is that all Granger?" Draco asked coolly.
With her eyes filled with anger she simply nodded and walked past to her room. Smiling Draco returned to his room to retrieve his towel and headed for the bathroom greatly pleased with him self with the way he handled Hermione. Yet in the pit of his stomach something still lingered, shrugging it off he continued towards the bathroom.
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Chapter 7-The surprise
Petrus had just left so Hermione went up to her room to think things over. Leaving Draco sitting alone on the couch. She had never thought she'd ever need to choose between people. At the beginning of the summer she felt so lucky to have Petrus as a companion, but when he left she had Malfoy...err...Draco. Draco! She was thinking about Draco now, more than her arch nemesis. She couldn't believe how the summer was turning out.
Draco sat on the couch having time to think to himself. Much as Hermione was doing the floor above him. How could I think of Hermione like this? She was just stupid mudblood Granger! He couldn't have feelings for her. He wouldn't allow him self. What would his father say if he knew the feelings forming inside? He wouldn't know because there aren't any. Draco reassured himself. From this point Draco snapped himself back to reality. It was Granger nothing more, the weeks that had passed, the guard he'd let down was back up. With this he went upstairs to have his morning shower.
Hermione still lay on her bed; she ran the past weeks occurrences through her head many times. She questioned whether it was real or just a figment of her imagination. With that as her last thought she picked up her book (Love in a Loveless word), which she has so greatly missed. As she read lines after lines she found her self-thinking of Draco and Petrus. Unable to concentrate she put her novel down in frustration. Reaching under her mattress she pulled out her abandoned diary. Picking up a quill she began to write. Dear Diary,
Many weeks have gone by with so many mixed emotions. I don't know what I'm getting myself into. First with Petrus now I fear I am falling for Draco. I'm not sure if it's even real or not. The past few weeks since Petrus had left have been absolutely amazing. We've been quite civil to each other, nice even. But now Petrus has come back from Romania and I'm unsure of what to do. I hope this will all become much clearer in the future.
-Hermione.
Slipping the diary back under her mattress Hermione left the room, headed for the kitchen to grab a snack. Before she could even reach the bottom of the stairs the doorbell rang. Draco still lay sprawled out on the couch not even moving at the sound.
A house elf appeared and opened the door.
"May I speak with Ms. Granger?" a voice beckoned
"Why of course" the house elf replied.
Hermione quickly ran the rest of the way downstairs. The house elf saw Hermione and quickly vanished.
"Come on in" Hermione said
"Why thank you" Petrus replied while stepping inside.
Draco peered over the couch to see what was going on. Noticing Pete at the door, he silently left the room. Staying behind one of the grand door he listened closely to their conversation.
Petrus began "I know I was just over here but I wanted to ask you if you would come to dinner with me tonight?"
"That would be lovely but I really should ask the Malfoys first, after all I am their guest."
"Yes of course, is anyone home now?"
"I believe Narcissa is in the study, if you wait here I'll check and be back with an answer"
With that Hermione quickly left towards the study in search of Narcissa. Luckily she was there, she looked like a portrait, and she sat reading in an emerald green chair.
"Mrs. Malfoy?"
"Please darling call me Narcissa."
"Narcissa, may I go to dinner tonight with Petrus Jerardi?" Hermione inquired.
"Yes I suppose that wont be a problem just don't be home too late we don't want Lucius do be angry"
Hermione nodded and left as quietly as she entered.
Returning to Pete with a smile she said "Yes its alright with Narcissa"
"Perfect than I shall pick you up at 5:00p.m." Petrus informed her.
"Oh one last thing before you go, what should I wear?"
"Well the restaurant is fancy...."
"Say no more" Hermione interrupted.
With that Petrus had left. As if it was a cue Draco entered the room once again.
"Oh hello Draco"
"Granger" Draco spoke with no emotion as he walked past her heading up the stairs.
Confused Hermione repeated what he had just said to herself quietly. "Granger?" When did Draco call her Granger again? Still baffled she followed him upstairs.
"Draco!" She shouted for his attention.
Swiftly Draco turned around "Yes?"
"Why did you call me Granger I thought we were civil and on a first name basis and with everything that had happened in the past few weeks and with that you said to me after Pete left I thought...I thought..." Hermione trailed off.
"You thought what exactly?" Draco said as if he'd no clue as to what she was implying ( but every part of him did know)
"Well that you might well...like me" Hermione said blushingly
"Me like you Granger, surely you realized I was just trying to be nice to you seeing as how you are staying here the whole summer. I guess I should think twice next time before being nice to someone." Draco snorted.
Feeling greatly embarrassed Hermione quickly replied to get out of the situation "Oh yes of course I must have been in the sun to long yesterday"
Draco could see the hurt in her eyes but promptly dismissed it.
"Well then is that all Granger?" Draco asked coolly.
With her eyes filled with anger she simply nodded and walked past to her room. Smiling Draco returned to his room to retrieve his towel and headed for the bathroom greatly pleased with him self with the way he handled Hermione. Yet in the pit of his stomach something still lingered, shrugging it off he continued towards the bathroom.
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