Author's Note: You asked for it, and you got it. Here is a new chapter,
and in pretty good time too. The reason that the chapters usually come so
few and far between is that I do not plan them ahead of time. I just sit
at the computer and take about two hours or so to complete a chapter as it
comes to me. I have to finish it in one sitting, or I lose my creative
train of thought. It just flows though me to the computer. I can't
control it! I am also excited that you all seem to like my story so far.
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Disclaimer: I only own the plot and the troubled feelings between Draco and Hermione. I have yet to see sparks between them in any of Rowlings stories (I could be wrong. Who knows?).
"Ginny," Hermione stated simple, month slightly opened. "How did you know that I lived here? I haven't told anyone, not even Harry and Ron."
Ginny stepped into the common room when Hermione silently waved her in, waiting for an answer. She stood in aw for a few seconds, admiring the beautifully furnished room, but then pulled herself together and answered Hermione's question.
"I saw you come in one day when I was using a short cut I knew for Charms Class. I needed to talk to someone, so I came here. You don't mind, do you?"
It wasn't a complete lie. She DID need to talk to her. She also did see Hermione walk into her room. It was a few hours before though and it had just been because she had been going in the same direction of the Charms classroom. She was just taking then LONG way there (You get it, don't you? =P). She didn't like to lie to Hermione, but she had to get an idea as to what was going on, and she could only do that by indirectly worming it out of her.
"I don't mind," Hermione said slowly. She really didn't mind that Ginny knew where she lived in Hogwarts, or that she was here right now. She just didn't have any idea what Ginny wanted to talk about.
Ginny sat on the couch, still looking around the room. "'Mione, I know this will be a strange question, but I have a boy problem. Will you help me?"
So it wasn't the most discreet or original approach to finding answers. That didn't matter. She just had to get it out there. It still was an effective method as long as it wasn't focused on for a long time.
A boy problem? A BOY problem?! Why would Ginny be asking her help on this subject? GINNY knew more about them than she did.
"Why are you asking me, Ginny?"
Ginny was ready for that question, "I knew you wouldn't laugh at me, and make me feel embarrassed."
"I'm flattered Ginny," but not any less confused. "Go ahead and tell me your problem. I am listening."
Hermione settled herself on to the couch next to Ginny and waited.
"Well," this wouldn't be the best lie, but it had to work. "I have a crush on this boy in. . .Ravenclaw. He is really smart, like most boys are from that house, but he is a real git and really self-absorbed. I know that I shouldn't like him because of it, but I can't help it. What do you think I should do?"
That wasn't such a bad lie. Who she described sounded a little like Draco, but not enough to get Hermione suspicious.
Hermione flushed a bit, just a little. This boy sounded a whole lot like Draco. That small amount of feelings she still had for him were trying to let themselves be known to the world. Hermione quickly covered them up.
"Gin," Hermione took a deep breath. "That depends on the person and your self. Just because he acts like a jerk doesn't mean that he really is one. He could just be confused. We all are during our adolescences at some time or another."
Little did Hermione know, but during her long-winded speech about teenage problems that every teenager hears sometime in their life, she switched to giving Ginny advice, to talking to herself about Draco.
". . . don't blame him for being a guy who may have to keep his pride intact. Being from another house, he may see the world differently then you do. If you don't think you can be together now because his attitude, wait until you are both on your own separate paths. You may meet alone the way later. . . . Sorry Gin, I got carried away with my advice."
Ginny sat still in wonder. She had a few minutes ago started to play with Hermione's soft copper curls, and Hermione had turned her back to her so that Ginny could more easily reach them. While messing with her semi long hair and listening to Hermione unknowingly spill her soul to her, Ginny became to understand not only how Hermione felt about Draco, but about Hermione herself. Here was a girl who had never been in love with anyone (Krum doesn't count!), but now had fallen for one of her worst enemies. She knew that right now that showing Draco this love would never work out, because Draco didn't feel the same way. So she shouldn't act on her feelings, even though she wanted to. It showed Ginny that Hermione was stronger than she even thought she was. And what was so special was that Hermione had no idea that she loved Draco. Ginny could tell that she did though, from what she had said and how she had said it.
What Hermione must be going through. To love the enemy and feel like a traitor. She couldn't control whom she loved. Ginny felt for her, and was not at all mad with what was going on.
"Thanks 'Mione," Ginny said carefully. "That really helped me understand everything," and she meant it.
Ginny continued playing with Hermione's hair when Draco silently walked from the balcony to the common room. Ginny was shifted on the couch to where she could see Draco, but Hermione could not. As he spotted the girls, his cold silver-blue eyes his eyes fell on Hermione's hair, where Ginny was playing with it. His eyes soften and flashed from indifference to the world to another emotion Ginny had never seen in his eyes before.
It wasn't hatred, anger, disgust, or anything you would expect to see. It happened in an instant, and he change it back quickly to its original look, but Ginny still recognize the emotion and she was inwardly started. It was longing. Not lust and desire. Draco wanted to be with Hermione too. Ginny saw it. She understood his pride was keeping them from each other and he to was as clueless as to what was exactly going on as Hermione. All of that was in one quick look.
Draco paused, and swept a strand of his sliver-blonde hair from his eyes. He seemed to be at a loss of words, so he did the only thing natural for him.
"Weasley," he said coolly, sneering slightly and quickly left to go to his room.
I understand, thought Ginny. I understand, but I don't believe it.
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Her hair. That was all that was needed to want her. He saw the Weasley girl running her fingers though her hair and that was all it took. HE wanted to run his fingers thought her hair. It had to be soft and silky.
He was so frustrated. He wanted to be with her, and he wasn't sure how it could be possible. He was supposed to hate her. How could he telling himself this and it wasn't happening.
Grinding his teeth, the only conclusion he could come to was that could take this. How much longer he could pretend to hate her?
**************I know it was a relatively short chapter, but come on. At least didn't keep you waiting for this one. Also, I am feeling greedy so, I want reviews! I really like to read them, because it makes me think I actually can write a good story, and (semi sarcasm) reviews make me feel special. Thanks for reading my story! I promise that something big will be happening in the next chapter or the one after that. Just read and find out!
Disclaimer: I only own the plot and the troubled feelings between Draco and Hermione. I have yet to see sparks between them in any of Rowlings stories (I could be wrong. Who knows?).
"Ginny," Hermione stated simple, month slightly opened. "How did you know that I lived here? I haven't told anyone, not even Harry and Ron."
Ginny stepped into the common room when Hermione silently waved her in, waiting for an answer. She stood in aw for a few seconds, admiring the beautifully furnished room, but then pulled herself together and answered Hermione's question.
"I saw you come in one day when I was using a short cut I knew for Charms Class. I needed to talk to someone, so I came here. You don't mind, do you?"
It wasn't a complete lie. She DID need to talk to her. She also did see Hermione walk into her room. It was a few hours before though and it had just been because she had been going in the same direction of the Charms classroom. She was just taking then LONG way there (You get it, don't you? =P). She didn't like to lie to Hermione, but she had to get an idea as to what was going on, and she could only do that by indirectly worming it out of her.
"I don't mind," Hermione said slowly. She really didn't mind that Ginny knew where she lived in Hogwarts, or that she was here right now. She just didn't have any idea what Ginny wanted to talk about.
Ginny sat on the couch, still looking around the room. "'Mione, I know this will be a strange question, but I have a boy problem. Will you help me?"
So it wasn't the most discreet or original approach to finding answers. That didn't matter. She just had to get it out there. It still was an effective method as long as it wasn't focused on for a long time.
A boy problem? A BOY problem?! Why would Ginny be asking her help on this subject? GINNY knew more about them than she did.
"Why are you asking me, Ginny?"
Ginny was ready for that question, "I knew you wouldn't laugh at me, and make me feel embarrassed."
"I'm flattered Ginny," but not any less confused. "Go ahead and tell me your problem. I am listening."
Hermione settled herself on to the couch next to Ginny and waited.
"Well," this wouldn't be the best lie, but it had to work. "I have a crush on this boy in. . .Ravenclaw. He is really smart, like most boys are from that house, but he is a real git and really self-absorbed. I know that I shouldn't like him because of it, but I can't help it. What do you think I should do?"
That wasn't such a bad lie. Who she described sounded a little like Draco, but not enough to get Hermione suspicious.
Hermione flushed a bit, just a little. This boy sounded a whole lot like Draco. That small amount of feelings she still had for him were trying to let themselves be known to the world. Hermione quickly covered them up.
"Gin," Hermione took a deep breath. "That depends on the person and your self. Just because he acts like a jerk doesn't mean that he really is one. He could just be confused. We all are during our adolescences at some time or another."
Little did Hermione know, but during her long-winded speech about teenage problems that every teenager hears sometime in their life, she switched to giving Ginny advice, to talking to herself about Draco.
". . . don't blame him for being a guy who may have to keep his pride intact. Being from another house, he may see the world differently then you do. If you don't think you can be together now because his attitude, wait until you are both on your own separate paths. You may meet alone the way later. . . . Sorry Gin, I got carried away with my advice."
Ginny sat still in wonder. She had a few minutes ago started to play with Hermione's soft copper curls, and Hermione had turned her back to her so that Ginny could more easily reach them. While messing with her semi long hair and listening to Hermione unknowingly spill her soul to her, Ginny became to understand not only how Hermione felt about Draco, but about Hermione herself. Here was a girl who had never been in love with anyone (Krum doesn't count!), but now had fallen for one of her worst enemies. She knew that right now that showing Draco this love would never work out, because Draco didn't feel the same way. So she shouldn't act on her feelings, even though she wanted to. It showed Ginny that Hermione was stronger than she even thought she was. And what was so special was that Hermione had no idea that she loved Draco. Ginny could tell that she did though, from what she had said and how she had said it.
What Hermione must be going through. To love the enemy and feel like a traitor. She couldn't control whom she loved. Ginny felt for her, and was not at all mad with what was going on.
"Thanks 'Mione," Ginny said carefully. "That really helped me understand everything," and she meant it.
Ginny continued playing with Hermione's hair when Draco silently walked from the balcony to the common room. Ginny was shifted on the couch to where she could see Draco, but Hermione could not. As he spotted the girls, his cold silver-blue eyes his eyes fell on Hermione's hair, where Ginny was playing with it. His eyes soften and flashed from indifference to the world to another emotion Ginny had never seen in his eyes before.
It wasn't hatred, anger, disgust, or anything you would expect to see. It happened in an instant, and he change it back quickly to its original look, but Ginny still recognize the emotion and she was inwardly started. It was longing. Not lust and desire. Draco wanted to be with Hermione too. Ginny saw it. She understood his pride was keeping them from each other and he to was as clueless as to what was exactly going on as Hermione. All of that was in one quick look.
Draco paused, and swept a strand of his sliver-blonde hair from his eyes. He seemed to be at a loss of words, so he did the only thing natural for him.
"Weasley," he said coolly, sneering slightly and quickly left to go to his room.
I understand, thought Ginny. I understand, but I don't believe it.
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Her hair. That was all that was needed to want her. He saw the Weasley girl running her fingers though her hair and that was all it took. HE wanted to run his fingers thought her hair. It had to be soft and silky.
He was so frustrated. He wanted to be with her, and he wasn't sure how it could be possible. He was supposed to hate her. How could he telling himself this and it wasn't happening.
Grinding his teeth, the only conclusion he could come to was that could take this. How much longer he could pretend to hate her?
**************I know it was a relatively short chapter, but come on. At least didn't keep you waiting for this one. Also, I am feeling greedy so, I want reviews! I really like to read them, because it makes me think I actually can write a good story, and (semi sarcasm) reviews make me feel special. Thanks for reading my story! I promise that something big will be happening in the next chapter or the one after that. Just read and find out!