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Chapter 8
After their little bonding moment Hermione and Malfoy both sat staring at their plates of food.
"Listen, just because we are going to try to get along doesn't mean I am not going to act all happy go lucky towards you," Malfoy finally broke the silence sounding quite bored; with regret hanging on his ever last syllable. "But I will do one think, I'll stop calling you Mudblood…or I will try to, at least."
Hermione chuckled to herself as she watched the food disappear before replying, "Ok. I will try to stop myself from calling you anything fowl, but I won't make any promises."
Malfoy laughed his cold laugh before slowly holding out his right hand for Hermione to shake. Hermione took, hesitantly, but laughing all the same.
Hermione was staring into space, not noticing what she was staring at, she was just staring. She was brought back to reality by a stone that shimmered, almost intentionally. She had to do a double glance to make sure that it was the same stone that shimmered before, and it in fact was. She could tell it was because there was a bump stationed almost exactly in the middle, a bump almost like a knob. She was brought back to reality by a yawn coming from the bed opposite of her.
"Bloody hell am I ever tired." Malfoy said yawing once more.
"Ah, ah, ah, language Malfoy."
Malfoy glared at her before answering her while rolling his eyes, "Good night Granger."
Hermione couldn't believe her ears, Malfoy just said good night to her. He was actually going to go through with this attempt to be nice thing. Hermione was finally able to stammer as she watched her worst enemy turn on his side so that he was now facing away from her, "Good night Malfoy."
Hermione awoke from a nice, quiet, peaceful sleep the next morning. As her eyes focused she saw Draco Malfoy staring at her from the table.
"And just what are you staring at?"
"I was deciding whether or not to wake you up. Here," he replied, throwing her a piece of toast, "I saved you some." Malfoy walked over and sat on his bed with some toast in his hand.
"Why didn't you wake me?"
"Don't know, you seemed so, oh I dunno, peaceful?"
"How poetic," Hermione said sarcastically, sitting up and talking the toast. "Do you have any guess at what time it is?"
"Well, you slept a pretty long time after the breakfast came, so I am guessing almost time for lunch."
Hermione nodded as she took a bite of toast. She really must of slept long for the toast wasn't so toasty any more. Hermione glanced around the room before her eyes fell on Malfoy's pocket.
"Whass thah?" she asked through a mouthful of toast.
Malfoy looked down and quickly shoved what was sticking out of his pocket deeper into his pocket. "Nothing."
Hermione noticed it as the piece of wood he had been carving just yesterday. "Is that what where carving yesterday?" she asked, even though she knew the answer.
"Why do you care?" Malfoy seemed a little embarrassed and slightly annoyed.
"I just want to know what it is?"
"You don't need to know."
"Is it a present for your girl friend dearest Pansy?"
Malfoy blushed as he answered. "No it's not, and for your information she isn't my girlfriend."
"Is Malfoy scared to ask a girl out on a date to Hogsmeade."
"I AM NOT SCARED," his voice had risen once more but he controlled it before he got carried away, "I just haven't had the time to ask her." Hermione coughed making it sound something like chicken, and then began to laugh. Malfoy glared at her before giving a small cold crackle.
"Any more of this bonding Granger and I think I will be sick." Hermione only laughed harder.
Time had passed. Lunch had come and gone, and so had the bathroom. Malfoy kept carving and Hermione kept wondering about her friends. How she longed to hear her two best friends laughing. She even wanted to fight with Ron, just one measly little fight would do. She began to laugh at this thought.
"What's so funny?"
"I was just thinking about my friends, is that a crime?"
"No, I was just wondering why you had a sudden outburst of laughter," Malfoy stated, very shortly, "Thought it might be another sign of you going crazy."
"Oh put a sock in it." Hermione said throwing a pillow at Malfoy that he quickly dodged.
Dinner had come, relieving both teens of their starving stomachs.
"So, since we are going to try to get along, how about getting to know each other a bit better?" Hermione started to scoop the usual dinner they had onto her plate.
"Fine, I don't care." Malfoy sounded bored and resentful.
"Hey this was your idea,"
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Ok, so do you have any weird talents?" Hermione hesitated giving Malfoy his answer. "What is it."
"Well, I can stick my fist in my mouth."
"Your kidding?"
"No, I'm not."
"Well let's see it then."
Hermione hesitated before she stuck her entire fist into her mouth. Malfoy spit out his pumpkin juice he was drinking from laughter.
"There, so do you have any weird talents?"
"No I don't," he said quite proudly.
"Ok, then, what's your most embarrassing moment?"
"In first year the Slytherins and I had Charms with the Ravenclaws. One of the days we were practicing Wingardium Leviosa and Ravenclaw sitting across from me did the charm a little to powerful, and instead of the feather floating into the air, it was my pants."
This time it was Hermione's turn to have pumpkin juice go flying out of her mouth from laughter. Malfoy watched this happen has he blushed a little. "How come that didn't get around school?" Hermione asked after she stopped laughing.
"Because," Malfoy had regained his dignity, "I said I would curse their families if any of them spoke a word of what happened out side of that room." he finished with a smirk.
"Should have known? So you ever been dared to do something really, daring?" Hermione asked chuckling at her last sentence.
"No not really, I am usually the one who gives the good dares." By now they were sitting opposite each other on their beds. "Speaking of dares, you wanna play truth or dare? It might pass the time."
"There is really nothing we could do." Hermione said nervous. She still didn't really trust Malfoy.
"Sure there is, like I could have you jump in circles on your bed while patting your head and rubbing your stomach as you sing some ridiculous song."
"I thought you said you were the one who gave the good dares?" Hermione asked smirking.
"Well, giving our current situation, that's as good as it will get for now." Malfoy replied smirking back. "So you gonna do it."
Hermione thought about it, it wasn't bad at all. It was actually quiet a stupid dare but-.
"All right, I'll do it. What song."
"I dunno, a stupid muggle one."
So Hermione stood up on her bed, got into position and began to sing the Itsey, Bitsey Spider while jumping in circles and patting her head and rubbing her stomach. Malfoy laughed, it really was a sight to see. Even for first year dare, she still looked pretty stupid.
As soon as Hermione had begun, she stopped. As she stepped down she slipped on the sheet of the bed and fell to the floor, as Malfoy began to laugh even harder. But Malfoy's laughter soon died down as Hermione didn't emerge from the other side of the bed. Slowly he walked around her bed and stood frozen in his steps. His worst enemy wasn't moving.
Chapter 8
After their little bonding moment Hermione and Malfoy both sat staring at their plates of food.
"Listen, just because we are going to try to get along doesn't mean I am not going to act all happy go lucky towards you," Malfoy finally broke the silence sounding quite bored; with regret hanging on his ever last syllable. "But I will do one think, I'll stop calling you Mudblood…or I will try to, at least."
Hermione chuckled to herself as she watched the food disappear before replying, "Ok. I will try to stop myself from calling you anything fowl, but I won't make any promises."
Malfoy laughed his cold laugh before slowly holding out his right hand for Hermione to shake. Hermione took, hesitantly, but laughing all the same.
Hermione was staring into space, not noticing what she was staring at, she was just staring. She was brought back to reality by a stone that shimmered, almost intentionally. She had to do a double glance to make sure that it was the same stone that shimmered before, and it in fact was. She could tell it was because there was a bump stationed almost exactly in the middle, a bump almost like a knob. She was brought back to reality by a yawn coming from the bed opposite of her.
"Bloody hell am I ever tired." Malfoy said yawing once more.
"Ah, ah, ah, language Malfoy."
Malfoy glared at her before answering her while rolling his eyes, "Good night Granger."
Hermione couldn't believe her ears, Malfoy just said good night to her. He was actually going to go through with this attempt to be nice thing. Hermione was finally able to stammer as she watched her worst enemy turn on his side so that he was now facing away from her, "Good night Malfoy."
Hermione awoke from a nice, quiet, peaceful sleep the next morning. As her eyes focused she saw Draco Malfoy staring at her from the table.
"And just what are you staring at?"
"I was deciding whether or not to wake you up. Here," he replied, throwing her a piece of toast, "I saved you some." Malfoy walked over and sat on his bed with some toast in his hand.
"Why didn't you wake me?"
"Don't know, you seemed so, oh I dunno, peaceful?"
"How poetic," Hermione said sarcastically, sitting up and talking the toast. "Do you have any guess at what time it is?"
"Well, you slept a pretty long time after the breakfast came, so I am guessing almost time for lunch."
Hermione nodded as she took a bite of toast. She really must of slept long for the toast wasn't so toasty any more. Hermione glanced around the room before her eyes fell on Malfoy's pocket.
"Whass thah?" she asked through a mouthful of toast.
Malfoy looked down and quickly shoved what was sticking out of his pocket deeper into his pocket. "Nothing."
Hermione noticed it as the piece of wood he had been carving just yesterday. "Is that what where carving yesterday?" she asked, even though she knew the answer.
"Why do you care?" Malfoy seemed a little embarrassed and slightly annoyed.
"I just want to know what it is?"
"You don't need to know."
"Is it a present for your girl friend dearest Pansy?"
Malfoy blushed as he answered. "No it's not, and for your information she isn't my girlfriend."
"Is Malfoy scared to ask a girl out on a date to Hogsmeade."
"I AM NOT SCARED," his voice had risen once more but he controlled it before he got carried away, "I just haven't had the time to ask her." Hermione coughed making it sound something like chicken, and then began to laugh. Malfoy glared at her before giving a small cold crackle.
"Any more of this bonding Granger and I think I will be sick." Hermione only laughed harder.
Time had passed. Lunch had come and gone, and so had the bathroom. Malfoy kept carving and Hermione kept wondering about her friends. How she longed to hear her two best friends laughing. She even wanted to fight with Ron, just one measly little fight would do. She began to laugh at this thought.
"What's so funny?"
"I was just thinking about my friends, is that a crime?"
"No, I was just wondering why you had a sudden outburst of laughter," Malfoy stated, very shortly, "Thought it might be another sign of you going crazy."
"Oh put a sock in it." Hermione said throwing a pillow at Malfoy that he quickly dodged.
Dinner had come, relieving both teens of their starving stomachs.
"So, since we are going to try to get along, how about getting to know each other a bit better?" Hermione started to scoop the usual dinner they had onto her plate.
"Fine, I don't care." Malfoy sounded bored and resentful.
"Hey this was your idea,"
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Ok, so do you have any weird talents?" Hermione hesitated giving Malfoy his answer. "What is it."
"Well, I can stick my fist in my mouth."
"Your kidding?"
"No, I'm not."
"Well let's see it then."
Hermione hesitated before she stuck her entire fist into her mouth. Malfoy spit out his pumpkin juice he was drinking from laughter.
"There, so do you have any weird talents?"
"No I don't," he said quite proudly.
"Ok, then, what's your most embarrassing moment?"
"In first year the Slytherins and I had Charms with the Ravenclaws. One of the days we were practicing Wingardium Leviosa and Ravenclaw sitting across from me did the charm a little to powerful, and instead of the feather floating into the air, it was my pants."
This time it was Hermione's turn to have pumpkin juice go flying out of her mouth from laughter. Malfoy watched this happen has he blushed a little. "How come that didn't get around school?" Hermione asked after she stopped laughing.
"Because," Malfoy had regained his dignity, "I said I would curse their families if any of them spoke a word of what happened out side of that room." he finished with a smirk.
"Should have known? So you ever been dared to do something really, daring?" Hermione asked chuckling at her last sentence.
"No not really, I am usually the one who gives the good dares." By now they were sitting opposite each other on their beds. "Speaking of dares, you wanna play truth or dare? It might pass the time."
"There is really nothing we could do." Hermione said nervous. She still didn't really trust Malfoy.
"Sure there is, like I could have you jump in circles on your bed while patting your head and rubbing your stomach as you sing some ridiculous song."
"I thought you said you were the one who gave the good dares?" Hermione asked smirking.
"Well, giving our current situation, that's as good as it will get for now." Malfoy replied smirking back. "So you gonna do it."
Hermione thought about it, it wasn't bad at all. It was actually quiet a stupid dare but-.
"All right, I'll do it. What song."
"I dunno, a stupid muggle one."
So Hermione stood up on her bed, got into position and began to sing the Itsey, Bitsey Spider while jumping in circles and patting her head and rubbing her stomach. Malfoy laughed, it really was a sight to see. Even for first year dare, she still looked pretty stupid.
As soon as Hermione had begun, she stopped. As she stepped down she slipped on the sheet of the bed and fell to the floor, as Malfoy began to laugh even harder. But Malfoy's laughter soon died down as Hermione didn't emerge from the other side of the bed. Slowly he walked around her bed and stood frozen in his steps. His worst enemy wasn't moving.