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Chapter 14
He merely nodded to me, looking at Ginny. He said softly, "We need to talk."
"Uh, sure Harry," Ginny said. They went off to who knows where and left me with Hogwart's Two Hottest Guys. What joy.
Blaise spoke up first, "What was that all about?"
Part of me wanted to tell him about how Ginny and Harry were going out up until about twenty minutes ago, and the other part wanted to lie. I chose a middle path, "I have no idea." I didn't look him in the eye though, something which I'm sure at least Draco noticed. Blaise did not reply. Curious I looked up.
Blaise was sitting in a chair, stretched out. His arms were crossed over his chest, much like Harry's had been minutes ago. His jaw was set and his face was turned away from myself and the library door. Draco looked unsure of what to say. I merely stood there, like an outsider looking in, and watched the two Slytherins closely. All of a sudden, Blaise looked up, his eyes a swirl of emotions, two of which I recognized easily: hurt and anger-the anger most likely at himself. Draco returned his gaze easily, his stormy gray eyes narrowed slightly, that he was trying to guess what Blaise was going to do next. Blaise asked quietly, "Why didn't she tell me?" Although I knew the answer, the question was directed at Draco, so I held my tongue.
Draco shook his head slightly, "I don't know. But I'm sure she had a good reason." Blaise nodded at Draco's words, and I smiled inwardly. He returned to the position he was in earlier and we were all quiet, each of us wondering what to say. With a sigh, Blaise got up and walked out of the library, looking quite hurt.
After Blaise left, I walked across the library to my favorite alcove. I found the alcove during fourth year. As soon as you sit in it, a book appears that the enchanted alcove "thinks" you would like. As I was looking out the window, I book popped into my lap. It was a green hardback book, and in silver letters the title read, "Slytherins and Why They Slither." In other words, the book seemed to be about why Slytherins are mostly bad. Grinning to myself as I thought of what Ron would say if he saw me reading the book, I flipped to the first page and then started to read. In minutes, I was completely engrossed in the book, losing all track of time. Which is why I didn't see Ginny come back into the library alone a few minutes later. Nor did I see her leave. I was so into the book that I didn't even notice that a particular blonde Slytherin was leaning against the wall next to the alcove reading over my shoulder with a grin on his face. His stormy gray eyes shone like silver, amused and slightly please that a Gryffindor- Hermione Granger nonetheless-was reading about Slytherins.
I jumped sky high when a familiar voice whispered in my ear, "Now that's an excellent book, but not all of its true," the warmth of his breath sent a tingling sensation though me and my heart skipped a beat.
I looked at him, trying hard not to think about kissing him. I managed to say, "Really?"
He nodded slowly, his gray eyes looking deep into my own, "Really." I saw love in his eyes, but surely it wasn't for me. I'm not very optimistic. About two seconds later, it dawned on me that the love I'd seen in his eyes was indeed for me. I felt a cool hand tucking my hair behind my ear. He trailed a path, his index finger a hair's width from touching my skin, to my heart. Pointing to my heart, he said, "Not all Slytherins have hearts made out of stone. Some have perfectly open and warm, loving hearts-like Blaise. Others don't have a heart, like Parkinson. Still others are so stupid they don't know what a heart is. The only two I know like that are Crabbe and Goyle. And.and..some of us have hearts incased in a thick layer of ice, that only someone they love can penetrate and melt," he let his hand drop and averted his gaze.
I was truly touched. Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Prince, had just had somewhat of a "tender" moment with *me.* If a Slytherin can have a tender moment, that is. According to this book, most Slytherins aren't very caring. But then again not all Slytherins have stone hearts like the book said.
Still slightly shocked I asked, "And you, Draco? Which one is your heart?"
He stood up, his stormy gray eyes meeting mine for a split second before looking elsewhere, and said slowly, "Don't believe everything you read Mione." He headed for the door, robes billowing out behind him.
"Draco," I called softly after him, "Draco wait!"
He whirled around, his expression unreadable, "Yes?" His voice was soft.
"I.I-well.you-you never answered my question," I was slightly flustered for some reason.
He smirked at me, "Yes, you're right, I didn't. It doesn't matter anyways."
I opened my mouth and then closed it again; it was like he was daring me to ask again. "Well I just thought that since you mentioned Blaise and a few other Slytherins that-that you'd mention yourself too. That's all," I paused for a moment and continued, "And I think we should tell Dumbledore about our finding the portrait and about the old wizards wanting to meet him. Then I think we should bet back to working on trying to open Phoenix House again."
Draco thought for a moment, "Okay, I'll tell Blaise when I see him later. Should we meet tomorrow in the kitchens-say nine o'clock? And exactly how are we supposed to find the Heir and Heiress?"
I nodded, 'Nine is great, I'll tell Ginny. Maybe we could ask Dumbledore or even the portrait for help."
"All right, that works. I'll see you tomorrow then, I guess," he said.
"Okay, see you then," I looked down for a moment, and when I looked up he was gone.
~~~Draco felt something as he left Hermione in the library. Little did he know that she was slowly melting the ice.~~~
A/N: Next chapter is Phoenix House! Sorry if that last sentence was a bit odd. And I know the title of the book was *really* cheesy, but hey, it works. OK, please review and let me know how I did!!!
Disclaimer: The usual. See chapter 1.
Enjoy and Review!!!
Chapter 14
He merely nodded to me, looking at Ginny. He said softly, "We need to talk."
"Uh, sure Harry," Ginny said. They went off to who knows where and left me with Hogwart's Two Hottest Guys. What joy.
Blaise spoke up first, "What was that all about?"
Part of me wanted to tell him about how Ginny and Harry were going out up until about twenty minutes ago, and the other part wanted to lie. I chose a middle path, "I have no idea." I didn't look him in the eye though, something which I'm sure at least Draco noticed. Blaise did not reply. Curious I looked up.
Blaise was sitting in a chair, stretched out. His arms were crossed over his chest, much like Harry's had been minutes ago. His jaw was set and his face was turned away from myself and the library door. Draco looked unsure of what to say. I merely stood there, like an outsider looking in, and watched the two Slytherins closely. All of a sudden, Blaise looked up, his eyes a swirl of emotions, two of which I recognized easily: hurt and anger-the anger most likely at himself. Draco returned his gaze easily, his stormy gray eyes narrowed slightly, that he was trying to guess what Blaise was going to do next. Blaise asked quietly, "Why didn't she tell me?" Although I knew the answer, the question was directed at Draco, so I held my tongue.
Draco shook his head slightly, "I don't know. But I'm sure she had a good reason." Blaise nodded at Draco's words, and I smiled inwardly. He returned to the position he was in earlier and we were all quiet, each of us wondering what to say. With a sigh, Blaise got up and walked out of the library, looking quite hurt.
After Blaise left, I walked across the library to my favorite alcove. I found the alcove during fourth year. As soon as you sit in it, a book appears that the enchanted alcove "thinks" you would like. As I was looking out the window, I book popped into my lap. It was a green hardback book, and in silver letters the title read, "Slytherins and Why They Slither." In other words, the book seemed to be about why Slytherins are mostly bad. Grinning to myself as I thought of what Ron would say if he saw me reading the book, I flipped to the first page and then started to read. In minutes, I was completely engrossed in the book, losing all track of time. Which is why I didn't see Ginny come back into the library alone a few minutes later. Nor did I see her leave. I was so into the book that I didn't even notice that a particular blonde Slytherin was leaning against the wall next to the alcove reading over my shoulder with a grin on his face. His stormy gray eyes shone like silver, amused and slightly please that a Gryffindor- Hermione Granger nonetheless-was reading about Slytherins.
I jumped sky high when a familiar voice whispered in my ear, "Now that's an excellent book, but not all of its true," the warmth of his breath sent a tingling sensation though me and my heart skipped a beat.
I looked at him, trying hard not to think about kissing him. I managed to say, "Really?"
He nodded slowly, his gray eyes looking deep into my own, "Really." I saw love in his eyes, but surely it wasn't for me. I'm not very optimistic. About two seconds later, it dawned on me that the love I'd seen in his eyes was indeed for me. I felt a cool hand tucking my hair behind my ear. He trailed a path, his index finger a hair's width from touching my skin, to my heart. Pointing to my heart, he said, "Not all Slytherins have hearts made out of stone. Some have perfectly open and warm, loving hearts-like Blaise. Others don't have a heart, like Parkinson. Still others are so stupid they don't know what a heart is. The only two I know like that are Crabbe and Goyle. And.and..some of us have hearts incased in a thick layer of ice, that only someone they love can penetrate and melt," he let his hand drop and averted his gaze.
I was truly touched. Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Prince, had just had somewhat of a "tender" moment with *me.* If a Slytherin can have a tender moment, that is. According to this book, most Slytherins aren't very caring. But then again not all Slytherins have stone hearts like the book said.
Still slightly shocked I asked, "And you, Draco? Which one is your heart?"
He stood up, his stormy gray eyes meeting mine for a split second before looking elsewhere, and said slowly, "Don't believe everything you read Mione." He headed for the door, robes billowing out behind him.
"Draco," I called softly after him, "Draco wait!"
He whirled around, his expression unreadable, "Yes?" His voice was soft.
"I.I-well.you-you never answered my question," I was slightly flustered for some reason.
He smirked at me, "Yes, you're right, I didn't. It doesn't matter anyways."
I opened my mouth and then closed it again; it was like he was daring me to ask again. "Well I just thought that since you mentioned Blaise and a few other Slytherins that-that you'd mention yourself too. That's all," I paused for a moment and continued, "And I think we should tell Dumbledore about our finding the portrait and about the old wizards wanting to meet him. Then I think we should bet back to working on trying to open Phoenix House again."
Draco thought for a moment, "Okay, I'll tell Blaise when I see him later. Should we meet tomorrow in the kitchens-say nine o'clock? And exactly how are we supposed to find the Heir and Heiress?"
I nodded, 'Nine is great, I'll tell Ginny. Maybe we could ask Dumbledore or even the portrait for help."
"All right, that works. I'll see you tomorrow then, I guess," he said.
"Okay, see you then," I looked down for a moment, and when I looked up he was gone.
~~~Draco felt something as he left Hermione in the library. Little did he know that she was slowly melting the ice.~~~
A/N: Next chapter is Phoenix House! Sorry if that last sentence was a bit odd. And I know the title of the book was *really* cheesy, but hey, it works. OK, please review and let me know how I did!!!