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NOTES: Thanks to all my reviewers especially zarah, twinv, Erythros (hey mga kababayan!) who reviewed Merry Christmas, and everyone else. Hehe, it's not especially anymore. Well, this is the THIRD chapter of Forgotten and Fallen. I'm not using MS-Word right now so I'm not exactly used to this... Computer's acting up so I'm in a café. Luckily someone invented floppy disks!
TEH FIC!!!!
Draco stared in disbelief. He was here, in a pink room with lavender-scented candles and tons of stuffed bears and pillows, and he was just barely tolerating it. Hermione was also uncomfortable, and she kept well away from the candles.
"I hate perfumes and colognes and scented candles," she had whispered to him earlier. "They make my head spin."
"Sir, if you might want to step into a different room? Madam probably wouldn't want to have you around during the, er, noticing process," Parvati said in a fake waitress voice.
"Excuse me? I didn't quite understand, what with that weird cold you seem to have."
"Malfoy would you please just get into that blue room over there? I don't think Hermione would appreciate you being around when she's being fitted. Tom will take care of you." She seemed to have lost the annoying tone, and replaced it with an insulted growl.
He smirked inwardly at that tone. He'd missed this so much during his gloomy days. Now Hermione was here to brighten them up.
Going into the room was like staring at a discolored ceiling. One minute, pure whiteness, the next, a brownish-greenish stain. Or in this case, hot pink then dark blue.
"Hi, good afternoon, I'm Thomas Polkiss at your service. My Squib of a brother Piers is back in the storeroom, if he's who you're looking for."
"Er, hey Thomas. Have I seen you before?"
The tousled brown hair and the button of a nose kind of rang a bell. Wasn't he...
"The guy in the restaurant? The one you kept shooting dark looks at? The one with Hermione Granger? That's me."
"Ah. Right. So you've broken up with her?"
"Of course! She wasn't worth much anyway. She's not pureblood, unlike me. A total disgrace to me. I only found out after that fateful dinner. Only Piers didn't mind her."
Anger boiled within Draco. How dare he call his angel worthless? Wait, he thought. How did Hermione get to be 'angel'? Well, she was, in a way...
"Lost in thought, blondie?"
"I challenge you to look into that pink room."
"Why, is Granger there?"
"Yeah. And she's really really pretty. I kind of like her."
"Trying to induce me into regretting that night? Well, I NEVER turn down a challenge." Tom looked into the room and drew a sharp breath. "You're right, she's pretty."
"Told you."
"So, you like her? You're not worth it. Only I am good enough for a girl like her."
"Fine. Let the games begin."
AUTHOR'S NOTES: That was such a weird chapter. I just decided to spice it up a bit but it turned out nasty! Well, at least that's just my opinion. It would be nice to find out YOUR opinion, hint hint.