Thankyou so much nishasha (Naughty, naughty girl for not review!!! – but I forgive you) for long review. Very useful, you made me feel so special; I thought I'd mention you to thank ya! And there's other long reviewers that have just reviewed (thank you... you know who you are!!) but there's so many of you!!!
AND I'm going to use some of your ideas for getting them both together... you were probably joking but... I like them! And TomsPink as well. Good idea.
I've been reading some of your fan fics that you've been asking me about. Wow. I wish I could nick some of your ideas!! Now back to the story...
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"Pansy," Anna greeted, trying to will a smile on her face and failing miserably,
"Anna," Pansy replied, not bothering to hide the look of pure hatred aimed directly at Hermione and her company, "You," she accused of Hermione, "What are you doing here?"
"Pansy, dear," Anna replied for Hermione, "look up there? See him? The silvery blonde sex god with wind blowing through his hair, getting one hell of a work out? That's her boy," she said gesturing to Draco then Hermione, "suppose she came to here to perve at him with the rest of us," Anna cooed, taking Hermione's side against Pansy.
"Get out," Pansy demanded of Hermione,
"What?" Hermione was baffled,
"Go away, we don't want the likes of you here," Pansy sneered – this was the usual Slytherin attitude Hermione was used to,
"Sod off, Pug face," Hermione retorted, she was used to handling those sorts of insults aimed at her by the Slytherins,
"Mudblood," Pansy returned. Everyone held their breaths – it was as if the word was forbidden by them, she hadn't been called this in such a long time - it was as if the name was banished by some Slytherin God.
She'd have to talk and thank Draco sometime.
Anna tsked, smirking at the fight about to begin,
"Don't be such a party pooper, Pansy," Anna persisted to coo, treating Pansy like some toddler,
"Let's hex her," Ella murmured,
"And curse her," Kate added,
"And shove a galleon up her nose," Laura randomly suggested; more giggles.
"B-But!" Pansy stammered, unnerved by such loose loyalty, "Watch it Mudblood," she began to whisper as a treat, but saw Draco furiously riding towards them and decided it was for the best she left. Wouldn't want to angry the deity of all Slytherins.
"ARGHH!!" Pansy screamed and ran towards Hermione; it was so uncivil and unexpected.
Pansy Head butted Hermione.
Oh God, Oh God; I'm gonna die; I'M GONNA DIE!!!
Hermione flew into a frenzy of panic. She was falling. Very fast.
I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE!!!!!! There're so many things I haven't done! I haven't gone on an airplane!! I haven't flown on a broomstick! I haven't even tried any sorbet!! I haven't told Draco how much I lov...
Draco scooped her up before she could finish the last thought, a smile beaming across his face showing the pride he felt as he caught her.
"Draco," Hermione breathed, the wind blowing back both their hair,
"Hermione," he replied, a smirk still playing on his face. Hermione held tightly onto Draco, thinking how great it was to be up there, how safe and how she definitely should not have looked down. One of thing ticked off her list of things to do before she died...
"I lo..." Hermione began to whisper to him, impulsively confessing her feelings towards him. Maybe another thing ticked off her list of things she had to do before she died?
Not a chance.
"WHAT???" Draco howled above the wind, spoiling the romance, and swerved down to place Hermione back on the stand with the Slytherin cheerleaders beaming at Draco.
Pansy stormed off out of the stadium and left the other witches, wands drawn, beaming at the thought of her leaving ... and that Draco was coming their way!
"Hey, girls," he greeted them,
"Hi Draco!" they chorused, hailing him, in reply,
"What was Pansy up to?" he asked casually, showing off by standing on his broom, his hands behind his back after he helped Hermione to them.
"Nothing," Anna answered, regaining control of herself, "Just wanted to stir trouble," she shrugged, Draco just smirked,
"Hey," he flew closer to where Hermione stood, causing a few whispers and more giggles from the other girls, "we're about finished here; let's do something," he grinned expectantly at her,
"Sure," she accepted and watched him fly off,
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Draco was smiling at her; it was Thursday and so they were at their spot.
"Hermione," he began, brushing her hair back behind her ears,
"Harry!" Hermione called out, seeing him approach them with Ginny. Draco's expression hardened even before he saw them.
"Hey, 'Mione! Malfoy," Harry greeted. Ginny followed in similar fashion,
"Malfoy," she spat out, "Hermione," she greeted warmly, glowing at Harry,
"What are you doing here?" Draco bluntly asked,
"W-We're just going for a walk," Harry answered, unnerved by Draco's brusqueness,
"What about you?" Ginny continued to radiate towards Harry as she asked Hermione,
"Nothing," Draco answered for her, cutting the conversation. An empty and awkward silence followed,
"Uh... we better get going," Harry shifted uncomfortably,
"Bye!" Harry, Hermione and Ginny chorused to each other,
"Yes," Draco just stated darkly.
Harry and Ginny walked off, a conversation about Quidditch beginning to brew again and Harry fought the throbbing thought of turning back and glancing at Hermione again... running back to her and...
"Harry! LISTEN DAMMIT!!" Ginny interrupted his thoughts and they burst into laughter and disappeared from the other couple's sight.
Meanwhile,
"What's going on with you and Harry?" Hermione asked; the question had been bugging her,
"Nothing is going with me and Potter," he spat out, his eyes clouding again as he said the name,
"I-I heard you two were... friends," Hermione began, knowing this was a delicate subject but treaded on, wanting to know more.
"Nope," Draco denied, trying to place a plastic smile across his face, her eyes pleaded him to tell her something else... anything else.
"Maybe," he relented, "once..."
Hermione nodded her head, to show she was listening and urged him on.
"I don't want to talk about it," he insisted,
"You two looked... close," murmured Hermione. The look Draco told her two things; either that yes; she was right and it was paining him to talk about their break-up... that he didn't understand and needed time to talk to Harry or that she needed to shut the hell up and snog him then-and-there and never mention any business to do with Potter ever again.
Hermione, being a very compromising chic and never wanting to be wrong; did both.
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"...what? In there? Now?" Draco was caught off guard as Hermione decided to give him her surprise,
"Yep, I have a surprise for you; you can't yell and moan if you don't like it, it'll hurt my feelings," Hermione explained and shoved him through the door. Draco smiled childishly and strode into the darkness that was the broom closet.
"WHAT??" a voice asked incredulously and Draco jumped back in surprise 1) Hermione just slammed the door in his face and it was alarmingly dark. 2) The voice sounded strangely familiar and manly; he definitely did not want know what the poor fellow who found them would think of Draco being stuck in a broom closet with some guy. Bad, dirty thoughts.
Light magically (o, the pun!) illuminated the room. On the other side sat Harry bloody Potter. And if he thought things couldn't get any worse; right then and there a stack of cards appeared. Crap.
What if Potter challenged him to another game of poker? Crap. What if – dare he even think it? – Draco lost?
"Potter," Draco spat, the thought of some things was just unbearable. "What are you doing here?" he asked, "Did Hermione get you too?"
Before he gave Harry a chance to answer he began yelling as hard as he could,
"HERMIONE... YOU NAUGHTY, NAUGHTY GRYFFINDOR. HOW DARE YOU TEMPT ME WITH SURPRISES!!! CUNNING WITCH!! THEY'LL BE TROUBLE IF YOU DON'T COME BACK HERE." Draco stopped shouting insults for a minute to catch a breath, chuckled to himself and added, "If you do come back they'll be double!" he promised haughtily.
Draco crossed him arms, staring at the door and trying any countercharms he knew of to try to open the door. He turned away from Harry and the cards and stood there, in the end after accepting he had been outfoxed by the scheming witch; waiting.
After half an hour of watching the door with a hawk-like expression, willing it to open, Draco yielded and walked over and sat down on the floor, opposite Harry.
"So, Potter, how did she get you in here?" Draco asked as he dealt out the cards accordingly,
"She sent me a note saying she needed to talk to me; she said it was urgent and she thought she was in danger," admitted Harry, going red against Draco who was cracking up.
He didn't add that he thought Voldemort was rising again, that his dreams have been getting worse and worse over the pass week. That letting Draco have Hermione didn't make anything better, if not worse.
"Potter," he said, shaking his head as if saying it was so typical, "so typical,"
"O, do shut it!" Harry exclaimed, bothered by Draco's teasing,
"Merlin, Potter," Draco smirked, "Who says 'do shut it' nowadays?" Draco poked fun of him his usual way again; Harry scoffed,
"Going back again, Malfoy?" Harry asked as a retort, and Draco's eyes glazed over,
"No, Potter, I'm not going back again," Draco hissed at him, his mood turning sour,
"What?" Harry asked stupidly, God, what did he say this time? "What?" he repeated again.
"..." the silent treatment.
"What in God's name is the matter with you, Malfoy?" Harry asked, "Always having bloody mood swings," he darkly muttered,
"Calm down, Potter," Draco chuckled dramatically,
"Why are you in such a shit with me, Draco?" Harry lapsed into using his first name again, "What the bloody hell had I ever done to you? God, you would've thought it was me who'd be made at you!"
"You!" he accused of Harry, "What did you do? Think, Potter, for once; think." Draco scorned,
"Nothing," Harry answered, perhaps too sure of himself,
"Nothing? Sure, making a move on my girl? AND NOT TELLING ME? Making me do those things to her? Making another move on my girl after we had agreed? Nothing?" Draco asked,
"What? Making a move; sure. Not telling you; no, I did, better late than never. MAKING YOU DO THOSE THINGS TO HER? NEVER; for God's sakes, Draco, I didn't make you.? What bloody agreement. No. We never had one; but I let you prance around with the one woman I'll ever love anyway for the sake of her safety! And it doesn't even seem to be working! Making another move? Never. No. Delusional prat," Harry exploded,
"Doesn't seem to be working? Her safety? What?" seems like Draco was listening after all.
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It was very close; the poll; but this won. What do you think? Please comment. (I'll love you forever and ever if you do! Lol!)