The Game Of Love
Chapter 2
Draco walked to class in the quiet corridor. He then recalled last night's talk with Blaise. Draco knew his game was cruel, but he enjoyed it. The aim of the game was to make the target or subject (the girl) fall for you and when you finally have her heart, you had to break it. Yes, very cruel. But what else was there to do when you were bored? At least he had a good time when playing. There were only a few rules.
1. When you started a new game, you had to see it through. 2. No magic was to be used on the target to make the target fall for you. 3. The maximum time to win the targets heart was 1 month (though for him, he was sure it'd finish in a week) 4. The last and most important rule: do not get emotionally attached to the subject.
Break any rule, you would lose. So far, he had succeeded in every game he had played. He was not about to lose this one.
Hermione entered the classroom. She hadn't stayed at the library because of the slimy git. She had borrowed the book and walked to her first class, Charms. She sat down next to Harry and Ron took out her books and set them on the table. Soon the last people filled up the empty spaces in the room and class began. She gave Professor Flitwick her utmost attention unlike Ron. She thoroughly enjoyed her class.
At the end of class, she packed up her books and her set homework into her bag and waited for Harry and Ron at the door. They exited and walked towards their next class. "So where'd you go at breakfast?" asked Ron. "Trying to fit in a quick read at the library," she said. She chose not to tell them about her encounter with Malfoy. "Should've known," said Harry with a grin.
They turned around the corner and walked down the steps leading to the cold dungeons. "Potion with Slytherins," Ron said sadly. Hermione stopped in her tracks. Shit, she thought, not again! "What's wrong?" asked Harry. "Oh... nothing," she said, plastering a fake smile on. They continued their way to the dungeons.
Malfoy slouched and walked to his next class with Crabbe and Goyle following him. "What do we have now?" asked one of them. "Potions," said Draco. That made him stand up straight. He could continue his game. A smirk appeared. He quickened his pace to the dungeons.
And sure enough, there was the Golden Trio walking in front. "Go ahead you two," he told them. Crabbe and Goyle walked to the dungeons before him. The good thing was that Pothead and Weasel ere ahead. He sneaked up behind and put a hand over her mouth. You could tell by her facial expression that she wanted to scream. He laughed. He let go of her.
"Will you stop scaring me!" she said the minute he let go. "I just wanted to say hi," he said. "Well, you already did this morning, what do you really want?" she asked. "Nothing," he said. She looked at him with disbelief, "Honestly." She snorted. "You and honesty... wait 'til people hear that one. Just do me a favour ferret boy and leave me alone," she said and walked to the dungeons. He let her walk. This game wouldn't be so simple, not this time, he thought.
She thought her hate for him couldn't grow any bigger but it had. She hated the way he kept scaring her. It was annoying. She looked up from her cauldron. He was still looking at her. He noticed her looking at him and he winked. She rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to her potion. She knew he'd be smirking and she was right.
"Ah... Hermione," said Harry, "Why does Malfoy continue to stare at you?" "How should I know, I don't understand the stupid git," she said with annoyance. She knew he was just toying with her. She planned to avoid and make no contact with him. She planned he'd eventually get bored and move on but how wrong she was.
He stared at her from the other side of the room. He hadn't noticed how much she had changed, yet it didn't seem obvious. Her hair wasn't so frizzy. She had actually matured a lot during the holidays though she tried to cover most of those changes. She had nice, slender, long legs and a pretty face. He wondered why he hadn't noticed before and why he didn't play the game with her as the target earlier. He stared absent–mindly at her for a while then she looked up from her cauldron. She saw him looking at her and he winked at her. She turned back. He smirked. His effect was working. He kept watching. Soon, Pothead whispered something in her ear and took a glance at him. Granger shrugged with annoyance.
At once, he knew they were talking about him. Not trying to attract any more attention, he turned his gaze back to the blackboard. She didn't seem to be taking him seriously. He knew flirting wouldn't work totally on her, he'd have to do it the old fashion way.
After class finished for the day, he retired back to the Slytherin common room. He lied on the couch and put an arm over his eyes. He was pretty tired because of the absence from breakfast and he had a pretty quick lunch. He was about to get up when Blaise walked in. "You are making them suspicious, and it has been already the 2nd day. They won't let you get close to her," Blaise said. "What makes you say that?" said Draco, sitting up. "I saw you looking at her during Potions, you didn't see but Weasley and Potter also saw that. You are getting lousy." "Nonsense Blaise, don't worry. They won't know a thing. And I'll finish this in a week or so. Trust me."
Blaise looked at him for a moment then said, "Fine, but watch yourself. You know they'll bash you to pulp if they find out, keep that in mind. And finish it as quickly as you can, I have a bad feeling about this." Draco laughed, "You worry too much."
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Chapter 2
Draco walked to class in the quiet corridor. He then recalled last night's talk with Blaise. Draco knew his game was cruel, but he enjoyed it. The aim of the game was to make the target or subject (the girl) fall for you and when you finally have her heart, you had to break it. Yes, very cruel. But what else was there to do when you were bored? At least he had a good time when playing. There were only a few rules.
1. When you started a new game, you had to see it through. 2. No magic was to be used on the target to make the target fall for you. 3. The maximum time to win the targets heart was 1 month (though for him, he was sure it'd finish in a week) 4. The last and most important rule: do not get emotionally attached to the subject.
Break any rule, you would lose. So far, he had succeeded in every game he had played. He was not about to lose this one.
Hermione entered the classroom. She hadn't stayed at the library because of the slimy git. She had borrowed the book and walked to her first class, Charms. She sat down next to Harry and Ron took out her books and set them on the table. Soon the last people filled up the empty spaces in the room and class began. She gave Professor Flitwick her utmost attention unlike Ron. She thoroughly enjoyed her class.
At the end of class, she packed up her books and her set homework into her bag and waited for Harry and Ron at the door. They exited and walked towards their next class. "So where'd you go at breakfast?" asked Ron. "Trying to fit in a quick read at the library," she said. She chose not to tell them about her encounter with Malfoy. "Should've known," said Harry with a grin.
They turned around the corner and walked down the steps leading to the cold dungeons. "Potion with Slytherins," Ron said sadly. Hermione stopped in her tracks. Shit, she thought, not again! "What's wrong?" asked Harry. "Oh... nothing," she said, plastering a fake smile on. They continued their way to the dungeons.
Malfoy slouched and walked to his next class with Crabbe and Goyle following him. "What do we have now?" asked one of them. "Potions," said Draco. That made him stand up straight. He could continue his game. A smirk appeared. He quickened his pace to the dungeons.
And sure enough, there was the Golden Trio walking in front. "Go ahead you two," he told them. Crabbe and Goyle walked to the dungeons before him. The good thing was that Pothead and Weasel ere ahead. He sneaked up behind and put a hand over her mouth. You could tell by her facial expression that she wanted to scream. He laughed. He let go of her.
"Will you stop scaring me!" she said the minute he let go. "I just wanted to say hi," he said. "Well, you already did this morning, what do you really want?" she asked. "Nothing," he said. She looked at him with disbelief, "Honestly." She snorted. "You and honesty... wait 'til people hear that one. Just do me a favour ferret boy and leave me alone," she said and walked to the dungeons. He let her walk. This game wouldn't be so simple, not this time, he thought.
She thought her hate for him couldn't grow any bigger but it had. She hated the way he kept scaring her. It was annoying. She looked up from her cauldron. He was still looking at her. He noticed her looking at him and he winked. She rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to her potion. She knew he'd be smirking and she was right.
"Ah... Hermione," said Harry, "Why does Malfoy continue to stare at you?" "How should I know, I don't understand the stupid git," she said with annoyance. She knew he was just toying with her. She planned to avoid and make no contact with him. She planned he'd eventually get bored and move on but how wrong she was.
He stared at her from the other side of the room. He hadn't noticed how much she had changed, yet it didn't seem obvious. Her hair wasn't so frizzy. She had actually matured a lot during the holidays though she tried to cover most of those changes. She had nice, slender, long legs and a pretty face. He wondered why he hadn't noticed before and why he didn't play the game with her as the target earlier. He stared absent–mindly at her for a while then she looked up from her cauldron. She saw him looking at her and he winked at her. She turned back. He smirked. His effect was working. He kept watching. Soon, Pothead whispered something in her ear and took a glance at him. Granger shrugged with annoyance.
At once, he knew they were talking about him. Not trying to attract any more attention, he turned his gaze back to the blackboard. She didn't seem to be taking him seriously. He knew flirting wouldn't work totally on her, he'd have to do it the old fashion way.
After class finished for the day, he retired back to the Slytherin common room. He lied on the couch and put an arm over his eyes. He was pretty tired because of the absence from breakfast and he had a pretty quick lunch. He was about to get up when Blaise walked in. "You are making them suspicious, and it has been already the 2nd day. They won't let you get close to her," Blaise said. "What makes you say that?" said Draco, sitting up. "I saw you looking at her during Potions, you didn't see but Weasley and Potter also saw that. You are getting lousy." "Nonsense Blaise, don't worry. They won't know a thing. And I'll finish this in a week or so. Trust me."
Blaise looked at him for a moment then said, "Fine, but watch yourself. You know they'll bash you to pulp if they find out, keep that in mind. And finish it as quickly as you can, I have a bad feeling about this." Draco laughed, "You worry too much."
A/N: Another chapter!! Yay!! Hoped you guys liked it!!! Review!!!