Hullo! Check out Chapter 20; 'Forgive me', just in case some of you missed it!!
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Since the air had been cleared up between them, Hermione beamed towards Draco as he approached his partner; her. His troop of fellow Slytherins sneered off somewhere and seemed to abandon him at the sight of her. Hermione tried to smile at Blaise or Malcolm, who had been almost civil to her before, and as Blaise smiled back, she could see it didn't reach his eyes.
Snape entered and sneered at everyone in silence,
"Good news... class," he began, everybody got the creepy feeling he was up to something, "as we are nearing the end of this topic, you have a choice;" the class awaited in silence, predicting the out come of either a test or project... maybe even both, "To have a test, a project – yes Ms Granger, you may do both for... extra credit – or you can be put underneath the potion again. However, this time, you will get to choose whomever you 'fall in love' with," the class flurried in excitement.
"Doing so, you must write an essay on the outcomes. It will be a practical and theoretical assessment. I will go in further detail if the class elects this their preferable choice." Snape finished. Only Draco noticed the sly grin on his face. "Now, which of the following?"
The class burst out voting for the later; Draco just sat back and watched; Snape had baited and reeled them in well.
"Very well then," he smirked, "it's decided," the class cheered for Snape, possibly fro the first time, and Draco just rolled his eyes at the cliché of this.
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"Oi, Granger!" Hermione was walking down the corridor in hurry to meet Draco when she heard someone call out. She circled in the shadows in search of the prowler.
"Blaise?" Hermione enquired,
"Yeah, I uh... just gotta talk to ya a bit," he replied, "It's about Draco,"
"Yes?" Hermione urged on,
"What are you doing with him?" Blaise asked,
"What?"
"C'mon. Look at you; you're... you're a... Gr-" he paused, "you're quite self-respecting. And Draco... he'll treat you like trash. He always does,"
Hermione just gaped at this trash about Draco coming from his own friend.
"You could do so much better..." he added wistfully and Hermione just stared at him.
Blaise pulled her in and Hermione complied, thinking he would whisper lightly in her ear, and he began to brush his lips over hers.
"Wha-? What are you doing?" she asked as she pushed him away.
Blaise smirked and winked at her;
"Think about it," Blaise finished, leaving Hermione wondering what the hell that was about.
Draco was perfect; he'll treat me like trash? Never. Not Draco.
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Draco had his arms clasped around her as they went for their tradition of walking down to the river every Tuesday and Thursday,
"Draco," Hermione spoke, ending the peaceful silence that felt so right,
"Hm?" he replied, breathing in her scent, "Is this about that project?"
"Uh... what would one mean by telling another that they would be treated like trash?" she asked, trying to not sound suspicious, and evaded his question; she wanted to talk about that later,
"Wha-?" he asked, snapping out of his trance,
"If someone came up to me and said that you'll treat me like trash because you always do; what does that mean?" she clarified. Draco looked at her questioningly, but she would not continue,
"Who-told-you-that?" he asked through clenched teeth. She didn't want to tell.
"A friend of yours," she lightly whispered, and looked down, away from his interrogating eyes,
"Was it Potter?" he asked. Hermione didn't look up, but flinch – not because he actually got it right, but because Draco considered Harry a friend.
"Don't listen to him, Hermione; we... we're perfect fro each other, you know that," Draco declared,
"How do I know this? How can I be sure?" she asked, looking up to search his eyes. She saw the pain of being accused in them and looked away unable to stand it,
"Don't you trust me the slightest?" he whispered in her ear,
"I do... but..." she replied, unsure of her answer,
"We've both been hurt before," Draco began, and Hermione chanced a gaze into his eyes, "But... look," he began explaining, a concept dawning to him as he traced his hand over hers, "who did you look at when you drank the love potion?" Draco asked. Hermione blushed, believing she screwed up her potion,
"Uh... it didn't work..." she murmured going redder and redder by the second with shame,
"Just answer me, who did you look at?" he asked again,
"You," she breathed, her eyes widening with comprehension,
"And I looked at you," he told her simply, forgetting for the moment he pretended to be affected by the potion, "If they have strong feelings for each other, the spell would be broken; so everything would be normal," he quoted,
"An, I wasn't affected," Hermione beamed, "And you..." Hermione looked down,
"I wasn't affected either!" Draco laughed. Hermione was confused,
"B-But you were!" she accused, she wanted to believe him; but it didn't make sense, "You were all over me, like..." Hermione trailed off sensing Draco's evil beaming smile,
"We were mad at each other..." he offered as an explanation. A week ago, she would've been so insulted; but now, all she could do was laugh at his sheer stupidity. Or hers. Whatever.
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