Ok guys, this one didn't take me half as long. But before you read you have
to know, any thing in (brackets) is being thought or said by Draco,
anything not in brackets is being thought or said by Hermione. Ok, here we
go.
(Draco walked out of the great hall with his head held high. He walked down the right corridor, and it wasn't until he was completely out of site that he stopped to bash his head against the wall twice).
Hermione was barely able to walk out the door before breaking out into a full run down the left corridor. Once she was around the corner she stopped and hit her forehead with her hand.
(Draco grabbed his head in pain (A/N- and that children is why you don't hit your head on brick, kick lockers instead =p.) Why, why was he so stupid, why did would he have as Granger of all people, to dance?)
'Stupid, stupid, stupid,' thought Hermione. Why did she except his offer to dance, never mind that Draco was an absolutely amazing dancer. Why would she dance with Malfoy of all people, just because she wanted to show up Ron? There were only like a hundred other guys she could have danced with right.
('What was in that candy?' thought Draco, that's the only thing that could have possessed me to dance with her. 'Or the punch, I knew it didn't taste quite right')
Well, maybe it wasn't all that bad, it's not like he's a self declared death eater yet, at least not that we know of. Besides, dancing with him felt sort of right, and he smells nice, and he's definitely cute, wait no, bad brain, bad, bad, bad brain, I do not want to think about Draco Malfoy in a nice way ever again.
(Well, it wasn't so bad. Like he had said before, it's not like he proposed to her or anything. It was just one stupid, meaningless dance. So then, why did the memory of her in his arms linger with him? Why did he have the sudden urge to fill his room with strawberries just because she had smelt like strawberries? No, no, no, no! He was not going to think of Hermione, no, Granger like she was anything less then the pebble stuck on the bottom of his shoe.)
Hermione gasped. What were the other Gryffindors going to say about this? They might think her a traitor. Oh, and Harry, what was Harry going to do. Probably he'd just shake his head in a disappointed way. She didn't know what would be worse, him screaming at her, or him just being disappointed. Oh, she knew what she'd say, they had to, it was a sort of rule for the Head-boy and girl to dance together. None of the other Gryffindors have ever read, or ever will read Hogwarts, A History, so they'd never know she was lying.
(Draco groaned when he realized that what he had was seriously going to hurt his reputation in the Slytherins eyes. Not that he cared what they thought of course, but he sort of ruled over the Slytherins, and he didn't want his power to be challenged by come head strong Slytherin who thinks Draco's getting soft. But then he came up with the perfect solution, he'd simply tell them that the Head-boy and Head-girl are supposed to share at least one dance. Most of the Slytherins were too stupid to realize that he was lying, and the others were too wimpy to challenge anything he said.)
Hermione continued walking, only to find that she wasn't really walking, she was more sort of floating. She had warm tingly feelings all over, something was seriously wrong. How many of those Recess Pieces had she eaten exactly? She must have had a lot of sugar to have warm tingles right after dancing with Draco, Malfoy, she meant Malfoy. Yep, a whole lot of sugar. That or some stupid person had pulled a Fred and George and spiked the punch; she had thought it didn't really taste quite right.
(With that settled in his mind he continued walking, but found that he couldn't quite wipe the smile off his face. It had felt almost sort of good to hold her close like that. It was a kind of feeling that he, Draco Malfoy, didn't experience very often. 'But wait, no, wrong,' he thought. 'Why in hell would I get those sorts of feelings, I think I'm coming down with something, I'd better head back to my room before I do something else stupid.)
A quick glance at her watch made Hermione realized that it must be getting time for people to start leaving the ball, and she really didn't want to be around when that started to happen. She started to walk quickly in the direction of her room.
Draco arrived only seconds before Hermione, for he had just said the password and was climbing through the door when she arrived.
Draco forced himself to only barely acknowledge her when she climbed through the door, he mumbled a brief "Granger," and she mumbled a "Malfoy" right back. They stood as if frozen for a few seconds, and then simultaneously turned and walked into their respective rooms.
Hermione fell asleep quickly, but her dreams were very odd. In each of them she was dancing, much like she had just a few hours ago. In each series of dances, she was wearing different outfits, in a different room, dancing to different music. Two things stayed the same however, the feeling she had of contentment and happiness, and the face of her dancing partner, a face which happened to belong to none other then Draco Malfoy. (A/N- oh ya, like you didn't see that coming =p)
(Draco tossed and turned for at least an hour before falling asleep. Once he was asleep he found himself having troublesome dreams, at least they were troublesome in his mind. For you see, Draco was dreaming of dancing, he was in many different places dancing in different ways to different music. The only things similar in each were the fact that he felt happy and carefree, and that the only woman he was ever dancing with was Hermione. [You can see why this would be disturbing to the infamous Draco Malfoy.])
And so they slept on into the morning, completely unaware that they shared the same dreams.
Well. There's chapter 8. Chapter 9 might take awhile, cause I'm experiencing a sort of writers block. (I have no idea where to go from here). So anyhow, review please! =)
(Draco walked out of the great hall with his head held high. He walked down the right corridor, and it wasn't until he was completely out of site that he stopped to bash his head against the wall twice).
Hermione was barely able to walk out the door before breaking out into a full run down the left corridor. Once she was around the corner she stopped and hit her forehead with her hand.
(Draco grabbed his head in pain (A/N- and that children is why you don't hit your head on brick, kick lockers instead =p.) Why, why was he so stupid, why did would he have as Granger of all people, to dance?)
'Stupid, stupid, stupid,' thought Hermione. Why did she except his offer to dance, never mind that Draco was an absolutely amazing dancer. Why would she dance with Malfoy of all people, just because she wanted to show up Ron? There were only like a hundred other guys she could have danced with right.
('What was in that candy?' thought Draco, that's the only thing that could have possessed me to dance with her. 'Or the punch, I knew it didn't taste quite right')
Well, maybe it wasn't all that bad, it's not like he's a self declared death eater yet, at least not that we know of. Besides, dancing with him felt sort of right, and he smells nice, and he's definitely cute, wait no, bad brain, bad, bad, bad brain, I do not want to think about Draco Malfoy in a nice way ever again.
(Well, it wasn't so bad. Like he had said before, it's not like he proposed to her or anything. It was just one stupid, meaningless dance. So then, why did the memory of her in his arms linger with him? Why did he have the sudden urge to fill his room with strawberries just because she had smelt like strawberries? No, no, no, no! He was not going to think of Hermione, no, Granger like she was anything less then the pebble stuck on the bottom of his shoe.)
Hermione gasped. What were the other Gryffindors going to say about this? They might think her a traitor. Oh, and Harry, what was Harry going to do. Probably he'd just shake his head in a disappointed way. She didn't know what would be worse, him screaming at her, or him just being disappointed. Oh, she knew what she'd say, they had to, it was a sort of rule for the Head-boy and girl to dance together. None of the other Gryffindors have ever read, or ever will read Hogwarts, A History, so they'd never know she was lying.
(Draco groaned when he realized that what he had was seriously going to hurt his reputation in the Slytherins eyes. Not that he cared what they thought of course, but he sort of ruled over the Slytherins, and he didn't want his power to be challenged by come head strong Slytherin who thinks Draco's getting soft. But then he came up with the perfect solution, he'd simply tell them that the Head-boy and Head-girl are supposed to share at least one dance. Most of the Slytherins were too stupid to realize that he was lying, and the others were too wimpy to challenge anything he said.)
Hermione continued walking, only to find that she wasn't really walking, she was more sort of floating. She had warm tingly feelings all over, something was seriously wrong. How many of those Recess Pieces had she eaten exactly? She must have had a lot of sugar to have warm tingles right after dancing with Draco, Malfoy, she meant Malfoy. Yep, a whole lot of sugar. That or some stupid person had pulled a Fred and George and spiked the punch; she had thought it didn't really taste quite right.
(With that settled in his mind he continued walking, but found that he couldn't quite wipe the smile off his face. It had felt almost sort of good to hold her close like that. It was a kind of feeling that he, Draco Malfoy, didn't experience very often. 'But wait, no, wrong,' he thought. 'Why in hell would I get those sorts of feelings, I think I'm coming down with something, I'd better head back to my room before I do something else stupid.)
A quick glance at her watch made Hermione realized that it must be getting time for people to start leaving the ball, and she really didn't want to be around when that started to happen. She started to walk quickly in the direction of her room.
Draco arrived only seconds before Hermione, for he had just said the password and was climbing through the door when she arrived.
Draco forced himself to only barely acknowledge her when she climbed through the door, he mumbled a brief "Granger," and she mumbled a "Malfoy" right back. They stood as if frozen for a few seconds, and then simultaneously turned and walked into their respective rooms.
Hermione fell asleep quickly, but her dreams were very odd. In each of them she was dancing, much like she had just a few hours ago. In each series of dances, she was wearing different outfits, in a different room, dancing to different music. Two things stayed the same however, the feeling she had of contentment and happiness, and the face of her dancing partner, a face which happened to belong to none other then Draco Malfoy. (A/N- oh ya, like you didn't see that coming =p)
(Draco tossed and turned for at least an hour before falling asleep. Once he was asleep he found himself having troublesome dreams, at least they were troublesome in his mind. For you see, Draco was dreaming of dancing, he was in many different places dancing in different ways to different music. The only things similar in each were the fact that he felt happy and carefree, and that the only woman he was ever dancing with was Hermione. [You can see why this would be disturbing to the infamous Draco Malfoy.])
And so they slept on into the morning, completely unaware that they shared the same dreams.
Well. There's chapter 8. Chapter 9 might take awhile, cause I'm experiencing a sort of writers block. (I have no idea where to go from here). So anyhow, review please! =)