No reviews for the last chappie. I feel unloved.
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He took her in his arms.
Of course.
No words we exchanged and they just held each other. This was how things were supposed to be. Him and her; together.
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Draco and Hermione entered the Great Hall, in time for dinner, hand in hand. Ron threw them, mostly Draco, dirty looks filled with disdain. Harry looked up from his lively conversation with Ginny, and gazed painfully at the couple that just entered.
Such emotions for Harry were... different. He was very delighted for them and yet very depressed. He wasn't over Hermione yet, but the pain of seeing her with someone else lessened a bit. It was then he realised he would somehow survive; somehow. Harry looked back at Ginny and continued to talk about Quidditch; Ginny beamed as Harry looked away from Hermione, for the first time.
Draco and Hermione walking into the Hall with each other, practically announcing their relationship, caused an uproar of scandal. Snape's eyes bulged, this was even worse than the display between them before. Lucius' boy really needs to step in line; it's practically treason to have any sort of positive friendship – let alone an actual relationship – with a Gryffindor.
The noise level, however, stayed practically the same; half of the student population sat stunned whereas the other chatted away twice as loud about this new scandal.
( "Malfoy isn't with Harry?
"Look at the way Malfoy does even look at Harry!"
"So?"
"No, can't be, but Draco seems to have stolen Harry's girl,"
"But Harry's with Ginny, now! I bet Hermione cheated on him! And with a Malfoy!"
"No way! They were heaven sent! Two peas in a pod! She wouldn't do that to him!"
"What about Harry cheating on her! Remember when he and Ginny all started?"
"True, but Harry Potter? I didn't think he'd be one to go on the sly!"
"True... and where does Malfoy come into this?"
"...Yes..." )
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"Draco!" Harry called out as they both left the great hall.
"Potter," Draco greeted somewhat warmly, his shield of Slytherins sneered and hissed at the Gryffindor mascot.
"How are things?" asked Harry, uncomfortable with Draco's company,
"Good," Draco wasn't helping,
"Good." Harry affirmed; Draco was still having a hissy-fit.
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"I reckon you're getting too... involved with these ... Gryffindors," Blaise brought up, deliberately pausing for effect, rather than cowering from Draco's butchering gaze,
"That's true, you seem awfully...close. First the Mudblood to hurt the Pothead, then the Scar-Face himself and you started getting awfully... close. Now you're back with the Mudblood again." Malcolm continued in a similar fashion. Pansy just listened intently in the background.
"Well," began Draco, grasping for an explanation for his 'closeness' with these Gryffindors; he'll be damned if he knew why. Blaise and Malcolm waited in silence, anticipating a reassuring answer. "I actually don't know," Draco answered truthfully; Potter was definitely getting to him.
The Slytherins gaped at their leader. Merlin help him! "What I mean is; first the Mudblood was hurting Pottie; then we got a little ruffled up," Draco winked at the frozen Pansy, gently thawing them from the shock. "so; I started getting nice with Scar-face himself... too creepy," Draco dramatically shuddered "so I switched back to the Mudblood," concluded Draco; it sounded about right.
The Slytherins nodded, not really believing what he had just said, but accepted it... for the time being.
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