You can't tell who Hermione likes? Frankly (hey, is that a name?) I don't really know sometimes myself. It depends on my mood…and reviews.
Would it make sense if I told everyone I am feeling unloved? When I wrote my first chapter I got… what 20 reviews? (okay, I might be exaggerating… but what gives?) Now the best I'm getting is 2. Sad. Very. BUT I'll continue updating for those people who are still reading.
Well, many seem to be very… confused? Why was Draco in a bad mood? Okay, I was going to save it for later chapters… but I don't know what I was going to write in this one. So here goes….
"Oi, Draco… I believe you're getting soft!" called out Blaise, and he stood in the way of Draco and the mug of coffee to get his attention. Bad idea.
"Uh…yea…definitely," said Draco, absently agreeing with whatever his friend said and pushed him away from his path and reached out for his coffee.
"Hah! You admit it!" accused Malcolm, who stared at Draco cradle his coffee in his hands, and gently sipped it.
"What?" asked Draco, taken aback,
"You just admitted you were getting soft! Merlin! The way you were acting around her… all soft and mushy! ALL WEEKEND!" accused Malcolm again,
"What? Me? A Malfoy. Malfoys aren't soft." Draco replied with a dignified manner,
"Uh huh," Blaise replied sceptically, "The way you were treating the Mudblood, like you actually acknowledged the fact she's human."
"Yes, I know she's human. So are those petty Muggles she calls parents," stated Draco, not liking where the conversation was going,
"Not once did you call her a Mudblood. I believe you even called her by her first name, uh… what was it, Merhione?" explained Blaise
"Hermione," corrected Draco, after taking another sip of coffee,
Mmmm… Coffeeee…
Mmmmmm…Hermione….
"HAH!" exclaimed Blaise,
"You even know her name!" shrieked Malcolm,
"You'd expect one to know the name of your girlfriend," justified Draco, looking down to the coffee in his hands and he began to stir it.
"She's your girlfriend?" asked Malcolm dumbfounded,
"You'd expect me to be involved with people I shag," replied Draco, slightly hurt his friends didn't know,
"Pansy," stated Blaise,
"Lavender," continued Malcolm,
"Emily," persisted Blaise
"Anna" sustained Malcolm
"Michelle" prolonged Blaise
"Ashley" added Malcolm
"Ashley??" questioned Blaise
"Yep" confirmed Malcolm. How the bloody hell does he know this??
"When" enquired Blaise
"Fifth year" MERLIN'S BEARD!!! HOW DO THESE PRYING BASTARDS KNOW THIS??!? But Draco still kept the smug expression on his face.
.:: Flashback ::.
Draco entered the Slytherin common room and noticed such peace and serenity. Half of the Slytherin house was gathered here, mostly reading quietly by the fire. Too quiet.
He had to make it stop.
Feeling very smug about something; he wished to share it with the world – well, with his captivating housemates anyway –, so he climbed on a coffee table,
"I SHAGGED ASHLEY RIVINIA!!!" Draco shouted to no one in particular, so loud, all eyes were on him.
.:: Flashback Ended::.
Oh yeah… almost forgot about that.
"I was going out with her in Fifth year!" shouted Blaise. Damn. All's fair in love and war, mate.
Was that a bloody MUGGLE quote???
"You went out with a Hufflepuff???" taunted Malcolm. Shame. Draco glanced at Blaise, expecting him to deny it.
"…" Blaise didn't quite reply. SHAME! This was just getting out of hand.
"Stop!!! Okay, yep, besides them!!" bellowed Draco, earning him questioning glances, "They don't count," he tried clearing up,
"HAH!" Blaise pointed a finger at Draco, relieved he could change the subject "so a Mudblood counts, does it?"
"Yes she does count. She will shatter Potter for me," stated Draco, "That's why she counts"
"I don't… do I?" asked Pansy, who was reading by the fire. They had totally forgotten about her. She got up and walked over, like a cat cornering a mouse. Why on earth am I the mouse? Draco hugged his coffee closer for comfort. Shit.
"You know what I mean," Draco tried to cover up, with waving his hand imperiously,
"Perhaps, you should explain," Pansy said, her hands moving disgustingly down his chest. Draco sipped his coffee.
"You know… with my ingenious scheme to devastate Potter by stealing his girl," replied Draco, who tried to convince her; almost – yep, almost – as much as he was trying to convince himself.
That's why I'm doing this. To break Potter.
Nothing else. Nope. Na-da!
"Really, is that what you're thinking?" asked Pansy, coaxingly,
"You really wanna know?" he replied, brushing his lips on hers,
"Yes," she whispered in his ear,
"Lavender, Parvati; GO AWAY!" shrieked Hermione, throwing her brush at the two,
What a renowned way to treat my friends. Or at least the people I'm hanging out with… instead of that bastard Harry and his whore Ginny.
The thought of them made her chuck yet another object, her snow globe, at them,
HOW COULD THEY??? The thought of her two friends banging in a closet somewhere disturbed her greatly, Oh well, at least I have Draco. Crap. I DID NOT just have that thought.
Hermione was very confused… twice. Twice this week she didn't get something. Or was it this month? Oh well, whichever it was… this was a new record. Hermione was never confused. Never. Now Hermione was losing track of things.
That made her even more irritated.
And there goes her beloved photo frame. The picture you might ask? Her and… Harry FUCKING Potter!!!!
"PMS," one of them mumbled to the other and left her alone.
This remark, oddly, drew a smile to her face. She began chuckling remembering yesterday… and last night. Wow. Things are getting better and better.
She walked down the stairs, only to be greeted by Ron and Harry. Angry Ron and Harry.
"Where were you last night?" asked Harry
"I sent Ginny to look for you in the afternoon," continued Ron "She said you were with Malfoy," he practically spat out the name,
"What were you were doing with Malfoy all night?" Harry inquired, his face tight and cold,
Wouldn't you love to know.
"Uh… I was at the library," Hermione replied
"No, Ginny and I were at the library," Harry said.
Right on que Ginny came prancing down the stairs and completely ignored Harry and Hermione, only gracing her brother with a warm smile. This led to a questioning expression from Ron to Harry,
"We had a fight," admitted Harry, impishly, "but we'll make up," he assured Hermione's smug expression.
Valentine's Day!!!
Shit.
Did I say I was going to explain why Draco was in a bad mood? Screw it. I think I'll just save it for later chapters… but can you guess by the way things are going in this chapter? Can you?? Maybe?
But you can review, and guess why? Yes! Do that! Please and thank you!