Magical Magick
--Dancing With Lightning
A/N: Well, to all people who want Hermione and Hunter to get together... write a fic of your own about it! Because I have other plans for Miss Granger, which will be revealed in this chapter or the next. And for people who want Morgan and Tide to get together... well... I'm figuring that out. Tell me, do you guys think that those two being together would be taken happily, or would I get mail threatening to explode my house and family if I don't get Hunter and Morgan back together? Let me know, or I'll just make a decision on my itty bitty own...well, I've already made a decision, but I want to see what you think.
Luv you guys!!!!
--Dancing With Lightning
Feelings Part 1 —Draco—
I headed towards our Defence Against the Dark Arts class, feeling extremely annoyed. That bitch. How dare she?!?! I couldn't believe Pansy Parkinson, that slut!! She ran up behind me, tugging on my sleeve, crying.
"Draco!!! Stop!!"
I kept walking, ignoring the stares of a group of second years. She grabbed my wrist and turned me around to face her.
"Draco! He... he drugged me!!!"
"Oh really?" I asked, keeping my voice mild. "If he drugged you, then how come you came out of it so quickly?"
She fumbled for more words, but I turned my back on her. It was a little difficult to look an ex-girlfriend in the eye after she was found fooling around with one of my best friends. Found by me, that is. I mean, Gregory Goyle?!?! Even the dullest person could do better than him. She reached for my arm again, but I let my fist slam into her cheek. She dropped to the ground with a cry, clutching her cheek.
"Leave. Me. Alone."
She looked up at me with those beautiful eyes of hers, and it took all my strength to just walk away. I felt a tap on my shoulder, and I turned around to see Goyle looking at me. I pulled back my fist, and sent it flying.
"A month of detention for you, Mr Malfoy. You do not hit other students!!"
I just stared at my lap angrily. If McGonagall didn't stop talking, I'd hit her. Bitch. She didn't know the situation. She was just an old lady who had no idea what happened in the school; she just pretended to.
"Mr Malfoy! You were not listening to me! I said you may go."
"Yes, Professor," I mumbled. As I walked away, I muttered under my breath: "Lazy old cow."
"Two months, Mr Malfoy!!"
Crap.
I was late to Defence Against the Dark Arts, and there was only one seat left. Next to Hermione Granger. I shuddered and sat next to her.
Hunter stood up from his seat. "Sleep in, Malfoy?"
"It's the middle of the day," I snarled. Hunter raised his blonde eyebrows at me, and I looked at the desk. "Whatever."
Hunter turned to the rest of the class. "Okay. Today, we're going to learn a simple deflection spell. Umm... I need partners. Draco, and Hermione. You two will do well."
Hermione got up with a sigh, and I didn't move. Then she grabbed my sleeve and hauled me out of my seat, muttering in my ear: "Just cooperate this once."
"Whatever."
Hunter made sure we were a good five feet away from each other (luckily), and said to me: "Remember the witch-fire I taught you to use?"
I nodded. "That blue crackly stuff? Yeah, I know that. I'm not stupid."
"When I tell you, throw some at Hermione. Only, when I tell you."
He made his way over to Hermione, and murmured something to her. She nodded, determination showing in her eyes. Her soft, brown eyes... what the hell?!?! I pinched my arm, and winced, shaking myself out of that weird stupor. Then Hunter nodded to me, and I gathered a blue, crackly ball of lightning/fire in my hand and hurled it at Granger. She whispered a few words, and raised her hand, and sent it flying back at me. I ducked, and it hit a wall, sizzling into nothing.
Hunter raised his eyebrows as everyone clapped. He told us to sit down then smiled at Hermione. "I gave Hermione a small spell to deflect the witch- fire. Most people who would do that would send it spinning off sideways and into a wall... but Hermione aimed it back at Malfoy, which is very difficult to actually do. It requires a lot more mind power and concentration than a normal deflection spell does. So, Miss Granger, twenty points to Gryffindor, and ten for you, Mr Malfoy."
Twenty for her?!?! Why not twenty for me???
Harry clapped her on the back, and Crabbe smiled at me. I stared moodily at my desk, disgusted with myself. I'd been looking at Granger. Not looking, but 'looking'. I shook my head. Absolutely disgusting.
I felt Hermione's eyes on me, and I looked at her. Not 'looked' at her, but just looked at her. She looked concerned. "Are you all right?" she asked me.
"I'm fine," I said moodily. She frowned.
"It doesn't seem fine," she told me. "The way you are, I mean."
"And since when did you become the Professor of Feelings?" I snapped.
She backed off the subject. "Fine. I didn't mean anything offensive."
"Yeah well, I took it that way."
Her face closed, and I mentally swore. For what, though? Why would I care what she felt? "Whatever."
She shrugged, and returned to looking at her work, while Hunter talked to the class. I didn't really listen; my mind was engaged with more important matters. Like the fact that I was now worried about what Hermione thought of me. A mudblood!!! I had a 'thing' for a mudblood?
No. No, it couldn't be that. I was confused. I was upset about what Pansy had done to me, and I was just trying to get over it. I felt nothing for Granger.
'That's what you think,' the nasty, reasonable part of my brain told me. 'But you don't know what you want.'
"SHUT UP!!!" I yelled.
The whole class jumped, and Hunter raised his eyebrows at me. "I beg your pardon?" he asked politely. I gradually felt my face heat up, and I knew my cheeks were red. I was too embarrassed to say anything, so I ran out of the classroom, leaving my things by the desk.
I missed the next two lessons and didn't come to lunch, but after wandering aimlessly around the school grounds for an hour or two; I decided to go back to my classes. I stifled a groan. Care of Magical Creatures. So I headed down to Hagrid's old hut.
The class was arriving, and as I got there, I realised with horror that I'd left my bag in Defence Against the Dark Arts. Crap. This wasn't my day. I turned around to go back to the castle and get it, when I came face to face with Hermione Granger. She was holding my bag.
"I thought you might have needed it," she said with a smirk, and pushed it into my arms. "After all, what about the next classes?"
She walked off to sit with Harry, and I watched her carefully. Why was she being so nice? I sighed, and sat at the back by myself. I'd ask her after the class. A hand rested on my shoulder, and I looked up to see Sky's face.
"Are you all right?" she asked, kneeling down next to me. "Professor Dumbledore told me what happened. She's being punished."
"For what? It's not against the school rules to fool around with somebody."
Sky frowned. "Don't be rude. She's made you miss lessons and things today, because you're upset."
"I'm not upset."
"Are too."
"Am not."
"Are too." She smiled, and I frowned.
"That's not funny!" I cried. "Go and help the giant teach the class."
"Half-giant," she corrected me sternly. Her face softened. "Just try not to worry about it. It will be all right."
"No," I said sarcastically.
With a sigh, she headed up to the front of the class where Hagrid was standing, and I stared at my hands.
"Everyone," Hagrid said loudly. The noise died down instantly. "This is Sky. She's gonna help me this year."
Everyone clapped, and I still stared at my hands. "Umm... hello, everyone," she began nervously. "All of you have had Hunter, right?"
Everyone nodded. She smiled. "Well, please don't expect as much from me. I'm just an assistant. Besides, Hunter's good with people. I'm not."
A murmur of laughter ran through the class, and she loosened up a little. "Okay, today Hagrid and I thought we'd just do a little..."
The class passed by slowly, and afterwards we all got up to go top our next class. I walked over to where Hermione, Harry and Ron were standing. "Granger? I want to talk to you."
Harry put a protective arm around her shoulders, but she gently pulled away. "It's fine," she told him, smiling. "I know enough spells from Hunter now that I could seriously hurt him if he did anything to me. I could put him in hospital, and you know it. So I'll be fine." Harry nodded reluctantly, but Ron walked up to me, grabbing my shirt.
"You touch her, and you die, you know that?" he murmured icily.
I smirked, disengaging myself from his grip. "Don't worry; I won't hurt your girlfriend."
Harry started coughing, and I knew it was to disguise a laugh as Ron turned bright red. Hermione followed me, a little way away from everyone else. As we slowly started walking to our next class, I asked her the question I'd been wanting to ask her for almost the whole day.
"Why are you being so nice to me?"
"Why are you being so nasty?" she asked.
"Are you saying that you're being nice for no reason?" I asked, and she laughed.
"No! I just think that – even though you are a piece of slime that people should run from instead of talk to – no one deserves that kind of surprise. Having your girlfriend fool around with your best friend must have been a shock, and I don't think anyone – not even you – should have to go through those kinds of feelings."
I stopped dead and looked at her. She blushed a little, her cheeks turning a light pink. "Sorry," she murmured. "I'm not supposed to be one for speeches. It just came out." I didn't care what I thought anymore. All I knew I wanted to do was kiss her.
So I did.
Hermione pulled away, her cheeks flushed and her lips a little swollen. "Umm..." she started. "What was that for?"
"I... really don't know. All I know is that I want to do it again."
She smiled slightly. "Well, I'm not going to stop you."
I kissed her again, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, while I put my arms around her waist, drawing her closer. She tasted like strawberries, but that might have been some girly lipgloss. My father's voice rang through my head suddenly, saying:
'I swear though, if you ever have a relationship with anyone who's not a pure-blood, I will disown you. No half-blood or less deserves a pure-blood like you.'
I didn't mean to, but I stiffened. Hermione pulled away, brushing her hair away from her face. "Draco, what's the matter?"
I took a step backwards. Frowning, I ran a hand through my hair. "I can't do this, Hermione."
She scowled. "Why not?"
"Because... I'm a Malfoy. And I can't be with someone who isn't a pure-blood. They don't deserve to be with pure-bloods."
Whoops. I hadn't meant to say that. And the moment I did, I saw Hermione's face close. Shit!
"Well, if you want it that way..."
"I don't! I just meant..."
"Make up your mind!!!"
"I don't know what to do!!"
"Well decide!"
"I can't just decide on the spot! No, Hermione, don't leave!!"
I grabbed her wrist. "I'm going to be late for Transfiguration," she snarled, wrenching out of my grip. She ran towards the castle, leaving me standing there, trying to work out what had gone wrong.
I walked to Transfiguration slowly, and when I arrived, McGonagall watched me sit down in an empty seat.
"Ten points from Slytherin, Mr Malfoy."
"Whatever." I pulled out my books and opened it to the page number written on the board. Stupid idiotic Malfoy. I had just had one of the most incredible people in my arms, one of the most beautiful, funny and smart girls in the school, and I'd let her get away because of my pride. I had to do something. Something that would make her know I loved her.
But did I?
Yes. It had been coming on so gradually I had hardly noticed, but now I knew that I loved her so much. And I didn't want to let her go.
--Dancing With Lightning
A/N: Well, to all people who want Hermione and Hunter to get together... write a fic of your own about it! Because I have other plans for Miss Granger, which will be revealed in this chapter or the next. And for people who want Morgan and Tide to get together... well... I'm figuring that out. Tell me, do you guys think that those two being together would be taken happily, or would I get mail threatening to explode my house and family if I don't get Hunter and Morgan back together? Let me know, or I'll just make a decision on my itty bitty own...well, I've already made a decision, but I want to see what you think.
Luv you guys!!!!
--Dancing With Lightning
Feelings Part 1 —Draco—
I headed towards our Defence Against the Dark Arts class, feeling extremely annoyed. That bitch. How dare she?!?! I couldn't believe Pansy Parkinson, that slut!! She ran up behind me, tugging on my sleeve, crying.
"Draco!!! Stop!!"
I kept walking, ignoring the stares of a group of second years. She grabbed my wrist and turned me around to face her.
"Draco! He... he drugged me!!!"
"Oh really?" I asked, keeping my voice mild. "If he drugged you, then how come you came out of it so quickly?"
She fumbled for more words, but I turned my back on her. It was a little difficult to look an ex-girlfriend in the eye after she was found fooling around with one of my best friends. Found by me, that is. I mean, Gregory Goyle?!?! Even the dullest person could do better than him. She reached for my arm again, but I let my fist slam into her cheek. She dropped to the ground with a cry, clutching her cheek.
"Leave. Me. Alone."
She looked up at me with those beautiful eyes of hers, and it took all my strength to just walk away. I felt a tap on my shoulder, and I turned around to see Goyle looking at me. I pulled back my fist, and sent it flying.
"A month of detention for you, Mr Malfoy. You do not hit other students!!"
I just stared at my lap angrily. If McGonagall didn't stop talking, I'd hit her. Bitch. She didn't know the situation. She was just an old lady who had no idea what happened in the school; she just pretended to.
"Mr Malfoy! You were not listening to me! I said you may go."
"Yes, Professor," I mumbled. As I walked away, I muttered under my breath: "Lazy old cow."
"Two months, Mr Malfoy!!"
Crap.
I was late to Defence Against the Dark Arts, and there was only one seat left. Next to Hermione Granger. I shuddered and sat next to her.
Hunter stood up from his seat. "Sleep in, Malfoy?"
"It's the middle of the day," I snarled. Hunter raised his blonde eyebrows at me, and I looked at the desk. "Whatever."
Hunter turned to the rest of the class. "Okay. Today, we're going to learn a simple deflection spell. Umm... I need partners. Draco, and Hermione. You two will do well."
Hermione got up with a sigh, and I didn't move. Then she grabbed my sleeve and hauled me out of my seat, muttering in my ear: "Just cooperate this once."
"Whatever."
Hunter made sure we were a good five feet away from each other (luckily), and said to me: "Remember the witch-fire I taught you to use?"
I nodded. "That blue crackly stuff? Yeah, I know that. I'm not stupid."
"When I tell you, throw some at Hermione. Only, when I tell you."
He made his way over to Hermione, and murmured something to her. She nodded, determination showing in her eyes. Her soft, brown eyes... what the hell?!?! I pinched my arm, and winced, shaking myself out of that weird stupor. Then Hunter nodded to me, and I gathered a blue, crackly ball of lightning/fire in my hand and hurled it at Granger. She whispered a few words, and raised her hand, and sent it flying back at me. I ducked, and it hit a wall, sizzling into nothing.
Hunter raised his eyebrows as everyone clapped. He told us to sit down then smiled at Hermione. "I gave Hermione a small spell to deflect the witch- fire. Most people who would do that would send it spinning off sideways and into a wall... but Hermione aimed it back at Malfoy, which is very difficult to actually do. It requires a lot more mind power and concentration than a normal deflection spell does. So, Miss Granger, twenty points to Gryffindor, and ten for you, Mr Malfoy."
Twenty for her?!?! Why not twenty for me???
Harry clapped her on the back, and Crabbe smiled at me. I stared moodily at my desk, disgusted with myself. I'd been looking at Granger. Not looking, but 'looking'. I shook my head. Absolutely disgusting.
I felt Hermione's eyes on me, and I looked at her. Not 'looked' at her, but just looked at her. She looked concerned. "Are you all right?" she asked me.
"I'm fine," I said moodily. She frowned.
"It doesn't seem fine," she told me. "The way you are, I mean."
"And since when did you become the Professor of Feelings?" I snapped.
She backed off the subject. "Fine. I didn't mean anything offensive."
"Yeah well, I took it that way."
Her face closed, and I mentally swore. For what, though? Why would I care what she felt? "Whatever."
She shrugged, and returned to looking at her work, while Hunter talked to the class. I didn't really listen; my mind was engaged with more important matters. Like the fact that I was now worried about what Hermione thought of me. A mudblood!!! I had a 'thing' for a mudblood?
No. No, it couldn't be that. I was confused. I was upset about what Pansy had done to me, and I was just trying to get over it. I felt nothing for Granger.
'That's what you think,' the nasty, reasonable part of my brain told me. 'But you don't know what you want.'
"SHUT UP!!!" I yelled.
The whole class jumped, and Hunter raised his eyebrows at me. "I beg your pardon?" he asked politely. I gradually felt my face heat up, and I knew my cheeks were red. I was too embarrassed to say anything, so I ran out of the classroom, leaving my things by the desk.
I missed the next two lessons and didn't come to lunch, but after wandering aimlessly around the school grounds for an hour or two; I decided to go back to my classes. I stifled a groan. Care of Magical Creatures. So I headed down to Hagrid's old hut.
The class was arriving, and as I got there, I realised with horror that I'd left my bag in Defence Against the Dark Arts. Crap. This wasn't my day. I turned around to go back to the castle and get it, when I came face to face with Hermione Granger. She was holding my bag.
"I thought you might have needed it," she said with a smirk, and pushed it into my arms. "After all, what about the next classes?"
She walked off to sit with Harry, and I watched her carefully. Why was she being so nice? I sighed, and sat at the back by myself. I'd ask her after the class. A hand rested on my shoulder, and I looked up to see Sky's face.
"Are you all right?" she asked, kneeling down next to me. "Professor Dumbledore told me what happened. She's being punished."
"For what? It's not against the school rules to fool around with somebody."
Sky frowned. "Don't be rude. She's made you miss lessons and things today, because you're upset."
"I'm not upset."
"Are too."
"Am not."
"Are too." She smiled, and I frowned.
"That's not funny!" I cried. "Go and help the giant teach the class."
"Half-giant," she corrected me sternly. Her face softened. "Just try not to worry about it. It will be all right."
"No," I said sarcastically.
With a sigh, she headed up to the front of the class where Hagrid was standing, and I stared at my hands.
"Everyone," Hagrid said loudly. The noise died down instantly. "This is Sky. She's gonna help me this year."
Everyone clapped, and I still stared at my hands. "Umm... hello, everyone," she began nervously. "All of you have had Hunter, right?"
Everyone nodded. She smiled. "Well, please don't expect as much from me. I'm just an assistant. Besides, Hunter's good with people. I'm not."
A murmur of laughter ran through the class, and she loosened up a little. "Okay, today Hagrid and I thought we'd just do a little..."
The class passed by slowly, and afterwards we all got up to go top our next class. I walked over to where Hermione, Harry and Ron were standing. "Granger? I want to talk to you."
Harry put a protective arm around her shoulders, but she gently pulled away. "It's fine," she told him, smiling. "I know enough spells from Hunter now that I could seriously hurt him if he did anything to me. I could put him in hospital, and you know it. So I'll be fine." Harry nodded reluctantly, but Ron walked up to me, grabbing my shirt.
"You touch her, and you die, you know that?" he murmured icily.
I smirked, disengaging myself from his grip. "Don't worry; I won't hurt your girlfriend."
Harry started coughing, and I knew it was to disguise a laugh as Ron turned bright red. Hermione followed me, a little way away from everyone else. As we slowly started walking to our next class, I asked her the question I'd been wanting to ask her for almost the whole day.
"Why are you being so nice to me?"
"Why are you being so nasty?" she asked.
"Are you saying that you're being nice for no reason?" I asked, and she laughed.
"No! I just think that – even though you are a piece of slime that people should run from instead of talk to – no one deserves that kind of surprise. Having your girlfriend fool around with your best friend must have been a shock, and I don't think anyone – not even you – should have to go through those kinds of feelings."
I stopped dead and looked at her. She blushed a little, her cheeks turning a light pink. "Sorry," she murmured. "I'm not supposed to be one for speeches. It just came out." I didn't care what I thought anymore. All I knew I wanted to do was kiss her.
So I did.
Hermione pulled away, her cheeks flushed and her lips a little swollen. "Umm..." she started. "What was that for?"
"I... really don't know. All I know is that I want to do it again."
She smiled slightly. "Well, I'm not going to stop you."
I kissed her again, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, while I put my arms around her waist, drawing her closer. She tasted like strawberries, but that might have been some girly lipgloss. My father's voice rang through my head suddenly, saying:
'I swear though, if you ever have a relationship with anyone who's not a pure-blood, I will disown you. No half-blood or less deserves a pure-blood like you.'
I didn't mean to, but I stiffened. Hermione pulled away, brushing her hair away from her face. "Draco, what's the matter?"
I took a step backwards. Frowning, I ran a hand through my hair. "I can't do this, Hermione."
She scowled. "Why not?"
"Because... I'm a Malfoy. And I can't be with someone who isn't a pure-blood. They don't deserve to be with pure-bloods."
Whoops. I hadn't meant to say that. And the moment I did, I saw Hermione's face close. Shit!
"Well, if you want it that way..."
"I don't! I just meant..."
"Make up your mind!!!"
"I don't know what to do!!"
"Well decide!"
"I can't just decide on the spot! No, Hermione, don't leave!!"
I grabbed her wrist. "I'm going to be late for Transfiguration," she snarled, wrenching out of my grip. She ran towards the castle, leaving me standing there, trying to work out what had gone wrong.
I walked to Transfiguration slowly, and when I arrived, McGonagall watched me sit down in an empty seat.
"Ten points from Slytherin, Mr Malfoy."
"Whatever." I pulled out my books and opened it to the page number written on the board. Stupid idiotic Malfoy. I had just had one of the most incredible people in my arms, one of the most beautiful, funny and smart girls in the school, and I'd let her get away because of my pride. I had to do something. Something that would make her know I loved her.
But did I?
Yes. It had been coming on so gradually I had hardly noticed, but now I knew that I loved her so much. And I didn't want to let her go.