Author's note: Hey people! Look, I am updating (corny smile). And it
took less than a week. I'm doing pretty well. Thank you to all of you who
reviewed my story. I would thank you all personally, but it is hard enough
all ready for me to tear myself away from the stories on fan fic and type
my own. I also know that some of what Draco is saying doesn't sound very
British, but I am American, so I use American phases, unless I try hard not
to.
Disclaimer: Everyone knows that this story is not mine, so lets leave it at that.
A month passed by fairly uneventful. Draco and Hermione pretty much ignored each other. Neither of them knew if it was on purpose or not. They just knew that being around each other shook their normally calm world and that it was better to not mess with what was going on. On the rare occasion that they made eye contact or brush up against each other in the bathroom, both got their own separate weird feelings. Hermione was always the one to make an excuse to leave though, because she actually knew what she was feeling meant.
Draco though, was still clueless to the feelings he had. Finally he came up with the thought that they could possible be lust, or some other kind of teenage hormonal reaction (Clearly, he is in denial). How could he like Hermione, a Mudblood? It had to be hormones. It probably was that Hermione was nearby him all the time, living in the same dorm and all. He had to admit that she did have a good body. Not that Draco had serious checked her out. He had merely had glances.
The day before the potion was complete, Draco and Hermione were sitting on opposite sides of the common room. Hermione was doing homework. Draco was reading a Quidditch book.
"Granger," Draco said, putting down his book.
"Yes Malfoy?" Hermione asked, looking up from her potions essay.
"Is that all you do?"
"Do what?"
"Homework."
"I eat, sleep, and breathe too, if that is what you mean," Hermione answered, with dry sarcasm.
"Don't you have any fun?"
"I spend time with Harry and Ron."
"Like that really counts. Potter and Weasley. What kind of fun can you have with them?"
"They're much better company than you."
"You're so predictable," Draco shot back with that sexy smirk on his face. "I figured you would say that. I bet you have never done anything crazy or spontaneous in your life.
"Is it that obvious?" she asked, rolling her eyes and looking down at her books again.
"Your life seems so dull. I bet if you liked any boys they would be just as dull. Like Potter.
"No, Malfoy, I don't like him."
"Weasley then?"
"Not like it is any of your business, but I do not like him that way either."
"Why should I believe you?"
"Why should you not?"
She was starting to annoy him. He had just been asking simple questions that, for some reason, he wanted to know, and how did she answer them? With sarcasm and questions. Oh, she had some nerve.
Oh well, thought Draco. Why should I care? With that, he went back to his book.
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Waking up bright and early the next day, Draco walked over to take a look at his cauldron with the potion. Peeking over the edge he saw white powder, the desired texture. Smirking, he marched (Or however he walks when he is very happy. You know what I mean.) out into the common room.
"Morning Granger." He said when he saw her. He had said it with a smirking silkiness in his voice. It had ALMOST seemed friendly, but not quite.
"Good morning Malfoy," she answered with wariness in her voice. "What are you up to so early in the morning?"
"Nothing," he said as he smirked. "I'm just in a good mood. It is better than a bad one. Be grateful." And with that, he left for breakfast.
"What's up with him?" She wondered as she too stood up and went to breakfast.
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That night (Or morning, I guess), around 1:00AM, Draco stood outside Hermione's door and pondered. This is what he had been waiting for since she had dumped that bucket of dirty water on him on the train. She would show her deepest, darkest, secret or desire and hopeful her pride would be broken, and she would leave the wizarding world forever. With his face blank, he quietly opened her door.
Peering inside, he saw that she was asleep, so he took slow, careful steps until he reached her bed. There she lay on her stomach, her arms tucked to her chest with her hands under her chin. She had a soft smile on her lips with her copper hair hanging in her eyes.
Taking out a pouch full of the powder, he sprinkled it onto her face and watched her breathe in a small amount of it. Stepping back, he peered at her with the blank look still in place. Seeing her hair in her face, he almost tucked the strands behind her ear, but stopped himself. He had just been caught up in how attractive she was, even if she was asleep.
He left before he could have the impulse to do something else that would confuse him. When he got to his room, he fell asleep almost immediately and dreamed of the same girl he had held in his arms in a dream a month ago. He wished that she were real.
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That morning, Draco got up and went to the common room to finish that potions essay that Hermione had already done. Hermione was already out there reading a book.
He stopped near the couch and asked Hermione, "Will you give me some ideas on how to finish this potion essay, Granger?"
"I guess so, Malfoy," she said as she put down the book and started to walk towards him.
Draco turned away from her to put his books down, when all of the sudden he was push roughly on the couch. Hermione fell on top of him, with her hands tightly around his neck.
******** Cliffhanger. HA! I know that it is mean, but the next chapter should be a good one. Please review and tell me what you think. I will try to update soon as to not to keep you waiting. I can't promise anything though.
Disclaimer: Everyone knows that this story is not mine, so lets leave it at that.
A month passed by fairly uneventful. Draco and Hermione pretty much ignored each other. Neither of them knew if it was on purpose or not. They just knew that being around each other shook their normally calm world and that it was better to not mess with what was going on. On the rare occasion that they made eye contact or brush up against each other in the bathroom, both got their own separate weird feelings. Hermione was always the one to make an excuse to leave though, because she actually knew what she was feeling meant.
Draco though, was still clueless to the feelings he had. Finally he came up with the thought that they could possible be lust, or some other kind of teenage hormonal reaction (Clearly, he is in denial). How could he like Hermione, a Mudblood? It had to be hormones. It probably was that Hermione was nearby him all the time, living in the same dorm and all. He had to admit that she did have a good body. Not that Draco had serious checked her out. He had merely had glances.
The day before the potion was complete, Draco and Hermione were sitting on opposite sides of the common room. Hermione was doing homework. Draco was reading a Quidditch book.
"Granger," Draco said, putting down his book.
"Yes Malfoy?" Hermione asked, looking up from her potions essay.
"Is that all you do?"
"Do what?"
"Homework."
"I eat, sleep, and breathe too, if that is what you mean," Hermione answered, with dry sarcasm.
"Don't you have any fun?"
"I spend time with Harry and Ron."
"Like that really counts. Potter and Weasley. What kind of fun can you have with them?"
"They're much better company than you."
"You're so predictable," Draco shot back with that sexy smirk on his face. "I figured you would say that. I bet you have never done anything crazy or spontaneous in your life.
"Is it that obvious?" she asked, rolling her eyes and looking down at her books again.
"Your life seems so dull. I bet if you liked any boys they would be just as dull. Like Potter.
"No, Malfoy, I don't like him."
"Weasley then?"
"Not like it is any of your business, but I do not like him that way either."
"Why should I believe you?"
"Why should you not?"
She was starting to annoy him. He had just been asking simple questions that, for some reason, he wanted to know, and how did she answer them? With sarcasm and questions. Oh, she had some nerve.
Oh well, thought Draco. Why should I care? With that, he went back to his book.
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Waking up bright and early the next day, Draco walked over to take a look at his cauldron with the potion. Peeking over the edge he saw white powder, the desired texture. Smirking, he marched (Or however he walks when he is very happy. You know what I mean.) out into the common room.
"Morning Granger." He said when he saw her. He had said it with a smirking silkiness in his voice. It had ALMOST seemed friendly, but not quite.
"Good morning Malfoy," she answered with wariness in her voice. "What are you up to so early in the morning?"
"Nothing," he said as he smirked. "I'm just in a good mood. It is better than a bad one. Be grateful." And with that, he left for breakfast.
"What's up with him?" She wondered as she too stood up and went to breakfast.
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That night (Or morning, I guess), around 1:00AM, Draco stood outside Hermione's door and pondered. This is what he had been waiting for since she had dumped that bucket of dirty water on him on the train. She would show her deepest, darkest, secret or desire and hopeful her pride would be broken, and she would leave the wizarding world forever. With his face blank, he quietly opened her door.
Peering inside, he saw that she was asleep, so he took slow, careful steps until he reached her bed. There she lay on her stomach, her arms tucked to her chest with her hands under her chin. She had a soft smile on her lips with her copper hair hanging in her eyes.
Taking out a pouch full of the powder, he sprinkled it onto her face and watched her breathe in a small amount of it. Stepping back, he peered at her with the blank look still in place. Seeing her hair in her face, he almost tucked the strands behind her ear, but stopped himself. He had just been caught up in how attractive she was, even if she was asleep.
He left before he could have the impulse to do something else that would confuse him. When he got to his room, he fell asleep almost immediately and dreamed of the same girl he had held in his arms in a dream a month ago. He wished that she were real.
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That morning, Draco got up and went to the common room to finish that potions essay that Hermione had already done. Hermione was already out there reading a book.
He stopped near the couch and asked Hermione, "Will you give me some ideas on how to finish this potion essay, Granger?"
"I guess so, Malfoy," she said as she put down the book and started to walk towards him.
Draco turned away from her to put his books down, when all of the sudden he was push roughly on the couch. Hermione fell on top of him, with her hands tightly around his neck.
******** Cliffhanger. HA! I know that it is mean, but the next chapter should be a good one. Please review and tell me what you think. I will try to update soon as to not to keep you waiting. I can't promise anything though.