Over the Moon
Chapter Four
Disclaimer: I do not own the property of HP.
Summary: People talk, and someone gets hurts.
Draco Malfoy
The next day I figured Granger would come around to her senses. But I was pretty pissed off she ran away like that. I mean, who runs away from Draco Malfoy. Not some mudblood, that's for sure.
It was a day after I kissed her, I don't even know why I did it. We were just there together on the stairs. I guess I didn't want her to leave knowing I'd insulted her. Which shouldn't really matter, since I do it all the time. But now that I think of it, I don't really insult her as much as I did before. I smiled suddenly as I made my way towards the Great Hall.
Man, I am losing it. Do I have the hots for this girl or what?
This thought lingers with me all the way until I sit at the Slytherin table. There I am interrupted by one of my peers. A guy like me can really get sick of them. All they really do is nag, nag, and nag. They're not real friends. They just act as if they were.
"Draco, why did you take so long? Anyways, you hungry?" Pansy asked me, looking my way seductively. That girl is always trying to get on my good side. And she's not even that pretty. The only reason I hang out with her, is because she's a Slytherin.
"On the terms I am hungry," I say, grabbing a toast and spreading marmalade onto it. My thoughts switch back to Hermione Granger who suddenly enters the room.
"You okay Draco?" Millicent said, turning towards me. Why did I have to go and sit next to these dunderheads?
"Yeah, I'm fine," I said biting into my toast. "Why, do I not look okay?"
She blushes and mumbles out. "No, you look fine. It's just . . .Who are you staring at?" Pansy spits out bluntly.
I choke on my toast. Did she notice me looking at Granger?
"What do you mean," I finally ask, my eyes burning into her brown ones.
"Um," she said flinching. "Oh, nothing. It's probably my eyes." She coughs and turns away from me. I sigh, and finish up my toast. This is going to be a long day, I thought.
Hermione Granger
"Hermione, you have a lot of bags under your eyes. Do you sleep much?" Harry asked me concerned. We were at breakfast and Harry happened to sit right next to me.
"As much as I can, I do. Thanks for noticing, but I think I've always had bags since I was young."
"Really? I never noticed."
That's because you don't pay enough attention, I thought. "Well, if you wanna know, it's pretty hard for them to go away," I mumble biting into a sausage.
"Well, okay then." Harry looks at me unconvinced. But just like me, he has bags under his eyes. But not as much as mine. He gives me a small smile, then starts up a conversation with Neville, who's across the table from us.
I sigh in relief, glad he didn't continue the conversation, because I wouldn't know what to say.
Draco Malfoy
Later that day, I get ready to go to bed. Pretending really. I get under the covers just as I hear Crabbe and Goyle start to snore. But Nott, another friend of mine is wide awake. He's extremely weird, but okay. I peer out from behind the covers as he slowly gets ready. Then a few precious minutes past by and he's in his pajamas. And now he's tugging at his blankets. I wait for several more minutes until he's asleep.
Stealthily I get my blankets off of me, change my clothes, and am racing down the stairs in no time. Although quietly. Suddenly I stop in my tracks, my breaths coming out quicker than I'd expected. I notice two shadows ahead of me. I watch their mouths open and close repeatedly.
"Draco's been acting full of himself lately," a voice says, which I recognize as Millicent's.
"What do you mean," a voice I trace out to be Pansy's.
"This morning I caught him looking at Granger-"
"What? But-"
"Shush. You're always doing this Pansy. Let me talk first and do not interrupt! Anyways," continued Millicent in a breathy voice. "Do you think he might even like her?"
"No! Not a chance. Not my Draky poo," Pansy said outraged that Millicent had even asked her. I cringed at that ridiculous nickname. I wasn't even dating her at the moment, but she always acts as if she does.
"And why not Pansy?" Millicent urged, her voice growing louder by the second. "He's certainly not dating anyone right now. And Granger-have you noticed how pretty she is Pansy?!"
Pansy looked at her perplexed, her mouth wide and open. "Oh shut up!" she finally managed to cough up looking ill. "You don't know a thing! Your making this whole thing up." She looked ready to cry, her bottom lip trembling.
"Am not," said Millicent hotly. "Why don't you go and ask Draco yourself. I'm sure he'd never looked at her as if he ever wanted to kiss her," she added in sarcasm. "Then answer me this Pansy Parkinson. How come a lot of boys are asking Granger here, and not you. You know you're not pretty!"
The last sentence hit a nerve. Pansy started crying, her eyes welling up with tears. "You bitch!" she screamed in her face, then stomped away. But not before slapping her across the face.
Millicent stood there, angry and violent. A minute late she followed Pansy's footsteps, her hand attached to her left cheek.
A:N: Sorry about the swear! It just fit right. If it offends you, please tell me so. Thanks for all your reviews! I enjoyed reading them very much. :)