The Game Of Love
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, J.K Rowling does! sob
Chapter 6
Monday. The worst day of the week. It was also the hardest day to wake up for him. He slumped on to one of the seats in the class. The room was already full and he suspected he was the last person to get into class. He pulled out a text book, not bothering to look at the front cover and opened and blindly started flipping the pages. He tried to read the top of the page but his eye sight was still slightly blurred because he felt he was still half- asleep.
"Glad you could make it Mr Malfoy," said Professor McGonagall. He grunted in reply. He continued the class without any big bother.
Class finished and he left the class the quickest. He racked his brain for what lesson he was supposed to have next. Care of Magical Creatures. He lifted himself a bit. He'd be there with Granger at least.
As he made is way down to Hagrid's hut, he felt stupid. She was probably wasn't sure how to act around him now. 'This isn't working,' he thought. His plan was falling apart. He planned he'd finish quicker than this. She wasn't quite opening up to hi yet. He reached Hagrid's hut and gazed around the class. It was mainly the Gryffindors that were there. At the back of the group, he he stretched up and tried to look for bushy brown hair.
"Looking for me?" someone asked from behind.
He turned around and saw Granger.
"What are you talking about?" he asked quickly.
"Don't play dumb, you were looking for me weren't you?"
He was unsure of how to answer her.
"Uh...yes?" he said.
"Not exactly a good answer," She said, "Well, at least to me."
He shrugged. She was kinda scary when she could read his mind.
"You know when I saw you down by the lake, what did you want to say to me?" she asked. He shrugged.
"Why do you want to know?"
"I'm just curious."
"That curiosity is going to get you into trouble one day."
She shrugged.
Then she said, "By the way, when you left, you looked guilty, why is that?"
"None of your business," he snapped.
She shrugged again. "I still want an answer for my question. When you're ready, you can tell me. Oh and I know you didn't really want the tutor lessons. Your aim is something else isn't it? Just what are you planning to use me for?"
She walked away from him, to the front of the class where Hagrid had started talking to the class.
He was surprised she knew so much without interrogating him. Maybe a super human power or a sixth sense. Whatever it was, it was still scary.
"Oh and I know you didn't really want the tutor lessons. Your aim is something else isn't it? Just what are you planning to use me for?"
Her words were repeated in his head. Just what are you planning to use me for? Those words to him were harsh. She knew something was up but she didn't exactly know what though. 'I better make my move quick.' He thought.
He turned back to the full class now standing in front of Hagrid.
Hermione placed the book back on the shelf. She had finished that book in less than a day. It was time to find another book for her to read. Maybe a thicker one so she didn't have to come back so soon. She pulled a book out of the shelf next to it and read the blurb. 'Good enough,' she thought. As much as she loved the library, she sometimes thought it was a bit of drag.
She collected her books and went to the counter to Madam Pince (A/N: is that her name??).
"You were back sooner than I expected. Did you finish reading the other book?" asked Madam Pince.
Hermione nodded, "I was really good, so I couldn't even put it down, and I just had to keep reading. But, now that I've finished that, I just needed another book to keep me entertained."
"Slow down on that reading thing you've got, if you read too many books, you'll run out of things to read here."
"Good point," Hermione said.
She burrowed the book and left the library. As she rounded the corner, she spotted Malfoy. She ran to him and tapped his shoulder. He was apparently reading something and looked up and turned around.
"Are you going to tell me?" asked Hermione.
He snapped the book shut in his left hand.
"Tell you what?" asked Malfoy.
"You know what."
"No."
"Why not?"
"We've already had this conversation, and you know very well you aren't going to get it out of me that easily."
She pouted. He chuckled. "Even that look won't work; do you know how many times Pansy's done that?"
She laughed and stopped the fake face. She didn't see him smile at her.
"Do you know when the next Hogsmeade weekend is?" he asked.
"In the next month or so," she answered, "Why?"
"Never you mind."
"You are so mysterious," she announced.
"Doesn't that make me so much sexier?" he asked.
She made a face. "In my opinion, it makes you so much more complicated."
He shrugged. "Whatever."
"So, do we still have another lesson planned?" he asked her.
"What on Earth for??" she said, "You don't even need them, I've seen you in class and I've checked your recent results, they're really good already, and no, that was not a compliment," she said, seeing his face.
He smirked, "So, you have been staring at me during class, at least you have finally admitted it."
She scowled him and he dodged a slap.
"Stop doing that!" he said, "I'm just trying to get you to admit the truth."
"What truth?" she asked, gritting her teeth.
"That you have the hots for me!"
"Aaarrrggghh!! You stupid, annoying git!!!" she shouted at his retreating back. She started to run after him.
Noticing that she was chasing him, he sped off around the corner, laughing like a mad man. He ran out of the castle and on to the grounds, Hermione, hot on his heels.
"You're quick for a muggle-born!" he shouted over his shoulder.
"Just you wait Malfoy!" she screamed.
They ran towards the lake and to the mushroom tree. Draco, obviously out of breath, tried to hide behind the tree trunk.
Hermione dropped her book on to the ground as she chased him around the tree trunk and tried to grab his cloak but missed by inches.
"I'm just too fast for you my dear bookworm!"
"We'll see about that."
She ran faster, even though her body was clearly protesting. She would not lose, especially not him.
After the 2nd time they went around the tree, Hermione started to run the opposite direction and ran right into him. Draco fell on to his back and Hermione right on top of him.
They lay on the grass, too tired to say a word or move, only trying to pant their tiredness away. It was only then that she realised that he hadn't said Mudblood, but had said Muggle-born.
After she caught her breath, she managed to say with a smirk, "I... got....you... Malfoy!"
He tried to laugh but couldn't make a sound come out of his mouth.
She lifted her head off his chest for a moment to look at him. He was closing his eyes and panting. She blew her hair out of the way to get a better look.
His silvery blonde hair was out of place and covering his eyes. He might've seemed cute and handsome right there, but he would always be a stupid git to her.
The effort of lifting her head slowly started to make her tired, and her head thudded on his chest.
He let out a little groan. "Oww..."
"Sorry," he heard her say.
Considering their position right now, he couldn't believe his luck.
Slowly, he moved his hand on to her waist. With a swift movement, he could've easily moved then so he was on top, but decided that if he wanted to live he wouldn't go too fast. Easy and slow.
Since she hadn't protested, he realised that she hadn't noticed. He moved his arms around her waist and about to move on but-
"Stop right there Malfoy," said Hermione, her voice slightly muffled from her face in his chest. Damn! Not slow enough.
"What are you talking about?" he asked, trying to look innocent.
"You know what I'm talking about, now, take your hands off me if you don't want me to end your blood line here," she said calmly and firmly.
He quickly pulled his hands away and put them up in defeat.
She ran a hand through her hair before pushing herself up. She got up and brushed herself. Draco, however slowly sat up and looked up at her.
She still had a small smile on her face.
"You maybe faster, but I am much smarter," said Hermione.
"Yeah, yeah, sure. I bet you enjoyed that."
"Most certainly not!" she quickly shot back.
"Why are you smiling then?"
She turned away from him. He smirked. He knew she was blushing.
"I've got to go," she said to him. She picked up her book and made her way back to the castle.
A/N: .................................... I just don't know what to say.............. was it good? Was it bad? No bad flames please!! And I apologise for the lateness of this chapter, I had heaps of things to do and I had a major mental block!!!!!
I need some ideas though, you know, just to get this going. Thanks!!!