Authors Note: I know. . . .longer wait than you guys thought it would be. Okay, fine...MUCH longer wait. I CAN EXPLAIN!!! I have a job now, and work almost 40 hours a week. A teenager isn't supposed to wake up at 5:00AM six days a week, so when I am not working, I am usually sleeping or hanging with friends and doing church events and such. I believe that there will be one more chapter after this, but I'm not quite so sure. Just bare with me and I hope you enjoy the chapter.
Disclaimer: Rowling has said so herself in a interview that Draco and Hermione won't be getting together AT ALL in her books, so this is definitely written by a fan (The interview is on ). The characters don't belong to me.
This is ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous. Draco thought to himself as he sat through potions class the morning that Hermione dodged him.
Granger shouldn't be avoiding him so much. He wished that she would make up her mind as to how to act around him. At the beginning of the year they were rude to each other. As time progressed they began to tolerate each other. Then she jumped him while she was under the potion. Draco inwardly half smiled, half smirked at the memory. Then she decided to be angry at him, ignore him, be rude to him, and now she was avoiding him completely. She even moved out of the dorm to get away from him. The stupid girl had to quit these games.
Hermione, he reminded himself. Her name is Hermione. He had to start calling her that. If he planned on getting her attention he had to learn to be a bit nicer to her.
Just her.
Potter and Weasley he could still be rude to forever, no problem. That would NEVER change.
As Draco's thoughts floated back to Hermione, he looked over at her. She was sitting at a middle table. On one of her sides were Potter and Weasley. They could be so dense and self absorbed at times that he doubted they would ever realize that he was looking over at Hermione at all. He did put on a small smirk, just in case.
Draco started contemplating what exactly he felt for Hermione. He didn't really want to, but his mind gave him little choice. He didn't feel all fuzzy inside as one would expect when they were in "love." Draco had changed his mind from what he had thought earlier and decided that really, he wasn't quite in love, but he felt something for her, which was more than he could say for anyone else he knew.
Hermione was taking steady notes from Snape. Her quill was making random scratching noises. Her fingers were twisting themselves into her hair absentmindedly with a soft smile on her face. Nothing could distract her from notes. Not even the uneasiness she felt around Draco. He knew this. There was also something else he knew.
He couldn't look away from her.
. . . . . . . . . .
Something was piercing though Hermione's train of thought on taking notes. She felt as if someone was staring at her, drilling a hole on the side of her face.
She frowned.
She didn't even have to look up to see who it was.
Draco.
Damn him!
He didn't give up easily, did he?
How was she supposed to get over him when she still spent so much time around him?
Well, she wasn't going to look up.
She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of him seeing that he had gotten her attention.
. . . . . . . . . .
Damn!
Damn! Damn! Damn!
Why wasn't she looking up?
What in the bloody hell did he have to do to get her attention?!
He had been staring at her for at least 15 minutes, barely even blinking and she still hadn't even acknowledged that he existed.
Well fine.
She could be that way.
That wasn't going to stop him from looking at her, enjoying her presence. (He really isn't going soft, I just couldn't think of a better word.)
But after a while, Draco was getting frustrated.
He really, REALLY wanted her attention!!!
He was just going to have to stop her from leaving the class when the period ended.
He waited.
He stopped staring at Hermione. He really should try to get some work done.
Class eventually ended. He ducked behind his table, waiting for his chance.
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The bell rang. Hermione looked around, absentmindedly looking for Draco from the corner of her eye. She wanted to make sure that Draco was no where around. She was so absorbed in this that when she went to swing her bag to her shoulders that she missed her arm and her stuff went across the floor.
"Here, Hermione let me help," Harry offered.
Hermione looked quickly around the room. Draco was gone.
"No, that's okay. I can get it myself. Go ahead and go to Transfiguration. I'll meet you there."
Harry gave a half smile and nodded.
"Okay, if you say so."
Hermione was alone in the room, or so she thought. She was picking up her stuff. Draco quietly started to quietly go out from behind the table. As juvenile as this technique was, he was nearly desperate. He needed to talk to her.
Oblivious to Draco's presence in the room Hermione finished picking up her things. As she stood up, her nose felt funny.
Draco was almost upon Hermione. It was now or never. He reached for her shoulder and whirled her around.
"Hermio-"
"Ah Choo!!!"
Just as Draco had turned Hermione she had sneezed...Right into his face.
Draco made a face and reflexively released Hermione to wipe off the spit and small bits of snot off of his face. (Sorry if I gross you out, but a sneeze is a sneeze and a little bit of both of those things come out of your mouth and nose every time you sneeze)
Hermione seeing that Draco was in fact in the room made a beeline out of there as soon as he let her go.
Draco, realizing that he just lost his chance to talk to Hermione deeply frowned.
She had sneezed on him!!! Not only was that gross, he didn't even think that she had purposely done that to him.
Draco started to wipe the stuff that was no longer there off his face. He couldn't get the feel of it off of him.
If that wasn't a turn off then he didn't know what was. But that annoying thing was, he wasn't turned off. It was gross, yes, but it didn't make him think any less of Hermione.
It was official. This "thing" between him and Hermione was far to dragged out and meant something to him. It seriously needed to come to a close soon. Or at least have something of importance happen. She was like soap that kept slipping through his fingers. He couldn't talk to her at all. The most contact he had had with her for awhile was that sneeze.
Glaring at nothing unparticular, Draco stomped out of the room.
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Hermione had run from the potions room all the way to her next class, Transfiguration. Harry and Ron had greeted her, being there only a minute longer than she. Now, giving herself time to comprehend what had just happened, Hermione nearly burst out laughing.
She had just sneezed on Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Prince, arguable the most good looking guy at Hogwarts, etc, etc.
In his face!!!
A big sneeze that, you know, blew some...stuff out of her nose.
It wasn't like she wasn't going to cover her mouth. He just never gave her the chance.
That moment was...bloody hilarious!!!
Really, it wasn't that big of a deal, but for Hermione...she couldn't contain herself.
She burst out giggling.
Harry and Ron gave her strange looks and looked over her head and looked at each other questioningly.
What was with her?
Ron nudged her.
"Um Hermione...why are you so happy? Is it a...mood swing because of you- know-what involving just girls?"
With the question out in the open, Ron turned a bright shade of red, closely matching his hair.
Hermione had had her face in her crossed arms trying to muffle the noise. After hearing Ron she looked up and stopped laughing long enough to give him an I-can't-believe-I-heard-you-say-that look and burst out laughing this time.
Harry snuck a small glare at Ron. Why in the bloody hell did Ron have to start talking about things like THAT!!!
Ron's face turned a deeper shade of red and, looking down, muttered to himself.
"Well, I just thought I would ask. That's what it seemed to be."
Hermione continued to laugh uncontrollable.
By this time, the whole class was looking at Hermione. Why was she so happy? She even seemed to be bordering on crazy, or historic. This was very unHermione like behavior. It was quite unusual. Very unusual indeed. Luckily, Hermione recomposed herself before class started but her face broke into random smiles that didn't even get past Ron and Harry for the rest of the class.
. . . . . . . . . . .
Hermione managed to pay close attention in Transfiguration. How she did it, she didn't even know. During that time she did however tell herself that Draco seriously wasn't going to leave her alone, so she was going to need Ginny to "warn" him about the consequences if he didn't. Space was important for Hermione. Personal space. Stupid git was just trouble to begin with, and now he was really proving it. Just being in his presence seemed dangerous to Hermione. He was so intoxicating. As much as she had laughed about sneezing on him earlier, she quickly sobered. She was beginning to truly get angry at him from what he had done to her and then lying about it. It may have taken her quite some time, but now she was beginning to despise him again.
She needed to talk to Ginny.
It didn't take her long to get away from Harry and Ron and find her in the hall.
"Oi, Gin! Wait up!"
Ginny turned her head and spotted Hermione. She was very curious as to the progress with the Hermione/Draco "soap opera."
Ginny stopped and waited. Hermione caught up to her no problem.
"Remember when you asked me if there was anything you could do to help me with..." Hermione lowered her voice to a whisper although it didn't really matter in a crowded corridor, "Draco?"
Ginny nodded, trying to keep her face blank.
Hermione continued.
"Do you mind doing me a favor?"
"No problem. Just name it."
"Well if he comes close to me again..." Hermione whispered her plan to Ginny, who thought that she would have great pleasure in doing it.
Ginny's face slid into a soft half smirk, half smile.
"It will be my pleasure."
"Thanks. It means a lot to me."
"See you later then."
"Bye."
. . . . . . . . . . . .
Later that day Draco decided to track down Hermione again. (Really, guys rarely try different approaches. They just try the same failed way over and over again.) He spotted her on the way to History Of Magic class. Just about when he was about to close in on her, he felt a sharp jab in his lower back. Draco froze. He knew it was a wand, and whoever was holding it meant business.
Ginny had kept her word. She watched Draco and it wasn't long until he tried something. Sneaking up behind him, she got her wand out and poked him as a warning.
Talking in a sly, slightly sarcastic manner, Ginny informed him.
"I would stop following Hermione if I were you."
. . . . . . . Yay, end of the chapter. I'm so glad. It took me some time to write it. If you were wondering why it seems as if Draco and Hermione can't make up their minds on anything, it is because they can't. Their feelings change from chapter to chapter. Draco thinks he's in love with Hermione then decides he's not. Hermione thinks she loves Draco, and then she thinks it's just an infatuation. She's mad at him, and then she's not. She hates him, and then she doesn't. Get it? They are teenagers. As one I'd like to point out that it is hard to make up your mind on anything and keep it like that. Well, I'll update sometime. I can't promise when.
Disclaimer: Rowling has said so herself in a interview that Draco and Hermione won't be getting together AT ALL in her books, so this is definitely written by a fan (The interview is on ). The characters don't belong to me.
This is ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous. Draco thought to himself as he sat through potions class the morning that Hermione dodged him.
Granger shouldn't be avoiding him so much. He wished that she would make up her mind as to how to act around him. At the beginning of the year they were rude to each other. As time progressed they began to tolerate each other. Then she jumped him while she was under the potion. Draco inwardly half smiled, half smirked at the memory. Then she decided to be angry at him, ignore him, be rude to him, and now she was avoiding him completely. She even moved out of the dorm to get away from him. The stupid girl had to quit these games.
Hermione, he reminded himself. Her name is Hermione. He had to start calling her that. If he planned on getting her attention he had to learn to be a bit nicer to her.
Just her.
Potter and Weasley he could still be rude to forever, no problem. That would NEVER change.
As Draco's thoughts floated back to Hermione, he looked over at her. She was sitting at a middle table. On one of her sides were Potter and Weasley. They could be so dense and self absorbed at times that he doubted they would ever realize that he was looking over at Hermione at all. He did put on a small smirk, just in case.
Draco started contemplating what exactly he felt for Hermione. He didn't really want to, but his mind gave him little choice. He didn't feel all fuzzy inside as one would expect when they were in "love." Draco had changed his mind from what he had thought earlier and decided that really, he wasn't quite in love, but he felt something for her, which was more than he could say for anyone else he knew.
Hermione was taking steady notes from Snape. Her quill was making random scratching noises. Her fingers were twisting themselves into her hair absentmindedly with a soft smile on her face. Nothing could distract her from notes. Not even the uneasiness she felt around Draco. He knew this. There was also something else he knew.
He couldn't look away from her.
. . . . . . . . . .
Something was piercing though Hermione's train of thought on taking notes. She felt as if someone was staring at her, drilling a hole on the side of her face.
She frowned.
She didn't even have to look up to see who it was.
Draco.
Damn him!
He didn't give up easily, did he?
How was she supposed to get over him when she still spent so much time around him?
Well, she wasn't going to look up.
She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of him seeing that he had gotten her attention.
. . . . . . . . . .
Damn!
Damn! Damn! Damn!
Why wasn't she looking up?
What in the bloody hell did he have to do to get her attention?!
He had been staring at her for at least 15 minutes, barely even blinking and she still hadn't even acknowledged that he existed.
Well fine.
She could be that way.
That wasn't going to stop him from looking at her, enjoying her presence. (He really isn't going soft, I just couldn't think of a better word.)
But after a while, Draco was getting frustrated.
He really, REALLY wanted her attention!!!
He was just going to have to stop her from leaving the class when the period ended.
He waited.
He stopped staring at Hermione. He really should try to get some work done.
Class eventually ended. He ducked behind his table, waiting for his chance.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
The bell rang. Hermione looked around, absentmindedly looking for Draco from the corner of her eye. She wanted to make sure that Draco was no where around. She was so absorbed in this that when she went to swing her bag to her shoulders that she missed her arm and her stuff went across the floor.
"Here, Hermione let me help," Harry offered.
Hermione looked quickly around the room. Draco was gone.
"No, that's okay. I can get it myself. Go ahead and go to Transfiguration. I'll meet you there."
Harry gave a half smile and nodded.
"Okay, if you say so."
Hermione was alone in the room, or so she thought. She was picking up her stuff. Draco quietly started to quietly go out from behind the table. As juvenile as this technique was, he was nearly desperate. He needed to talk to her.
Oblivious to Draco's presence in the room Hermione finished picking up her things. As she stood up, her nose felt funny.
Draco was almost upon Hermione. It was now or never. He reached for her shoulder and whirled her around.
"Hermio-"
"Ah Choo!!!"
Just as Draco had turned Hermione she had sneezed...Right into his face.
Draco made a face and reflexively released Hermione to wipe off the spit and small bits of snot off of his face. (Sorry if I gross you out, but a sneeze is a sneeze and a little bit of both of those things come out of your mouth and nose every time you sneeze)
Hermione seeing that Draco was in fact in the room made a beeline out of there as soon as he let her go.
Draco, realizing that he just lost his chance to talk to Hermione deeply frowned.
She had sneezed on him!!! Not only was that gross, he didn't even think that she had purposely done that to him.
Draco started to wipe the stuff that was no longer there off his face. He couldn't get the feel of it off of him.
If that wasn't a turn off then he didn't know what was. But that annoying thing was, he wasn't turned off. It was gross, yes, but it didn't make him think any less of Hermione.
It was official. This "thing" between him and Hermione was far to dragged out and meant something to him. It seriously needed to come to a close soon. Or at least have something of importance happen. She was like soap that kept slipping through his fingers. He couldn't talk to her at all. The most contact he had had with her for awhile was that sneeze.
Glaring at nothing unparticular, Draco stomped out of the room.
. . . . . . . . . . .
Hermione had run from the potions room all the way to her next class, Transfiguration. Harry and Ron had greeted her, being there only a minute longer than she. Now, giving herself time to comprehend what had just happened, Hermione nearly burst out laughing.
She had just sneezed on Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Prince, arguable the most good looking guy at Hogwarts, etc, etc.
In his face!!!
A big sneeze that, you know, blew some...stuff out of her nose.
It wasn't like she wasn't going to cover her mouth. He just never gave her the chance.
That moment was...bloody hilarious!!!
Really, it wasn't that big of a deal, but for Hermione...she couldn't contain herself.
She burst out giggling.
Harry and Ron gave her strange looks and looked over her head and looked at each other questioningly.
What was with her?
Ron nudged her.
"Um Hermione...why are you so happy? Is it a...mood swing because of you- know-what involving just girls?"
With the question out in the open, Ron turned a bright shade of red, closely matching his hair.
Hermione had had her face in her crossed arms trying to muffle the noise. After hearing Ron she looked up and stopped laughing long enough to give him an I-can't-believe-I-heard-you-say-that look and burst out laughing this time.
Harry snuck a small glare at Ron. Why in the bloody hell did Ron have to start talking about things like THAT!!!
Ron's face turned a deeper shade of red and, looking down, muttered to himself.
"Well, I just thought I would ask. That's what it seemed to be."
Hermione continued to laugh uncontrollable.
By this time, the whole class was looking at Hermione. Why was she so happy? She even seemed to be bordering on crazy, or historic. This was very unHermione like behavior. It was quite unusual. Very unusual indeed. Luckily, Hermione recomposed herself before class started but her face broke into random smiles that didn't even get past Ron and Harry for the rest of the class.
. . . . . . . . . . .
Hermione managed to pay close attention in Transfiguration. How she did it, she didn't even know. During that time she did however tell herself that Draco seriously wasn't going to leave her alone, so she was going to need Ginny to "warn" him about the consequences if he didn't. Space was important for Hermione. Personal space. Stupid git was just trouble to begin with, and now he was really proving it. Just being in his presence seemed dangerous to Hermione. He was so intoxicating. As much as she had laughed about sneezing on him earlier, she quickly sobered. She was beginning to truly get angry at him from what he had done to her and then lying about it. It may have taken her quite some time, but now she was beginning to despise him again.
She needed to talk to Ginny.
It didn't take her long to get away from Harry and Ron and find her in the hall.
"Oi, Gin! Wait up!"
Ginny turned her head and spotted Hermione. She was very curious as to the progress with the Hermione/Draco "soap opera."
Ginny stopped and waited. Hermione caught up to her no problem.
"Remember when you asked me if there was anything you could do to help me with..." Hermione lowered her voice to a whisper although it didn't really matter in a crowded corridor, "Draco?"
Ginny nodded, trying to keep her face blank.
Hermione continued.
"Do you mind doing me a favor?"
"No problem. Just name it."
"Well if he comes close to me again..." Hermione whispered her plan to Ginny, who thought that she would have great pleasure in doing it.
Ginny's face slid into a soft half smirk, half smile.
"It will be my pleasure."
"Thanks. It means a lot to me."
"See you later then."
"Bye."
. . . . . . . . . . . .
Later that day Draco decided to track down Hermione again. (Really, guys rarely try different approaches. They just try the same failed way over and over again.) He spotted her on the way to History Of Magic class. Just about when he was about to close in on her, he felt a sharp jab in his lower back. Draco froze. He knew it was a wand, and whoever was holding it meant business.
Ginny had kept her word. She watched Draco and it wasn't long until he tried something. Sneaking up behind him, she got her wand out and poked him as a warning.
Talking in a sly, slightly sarcastic manner, Ginny informed him.
"I would stop following Hermione if I were you."
. . . . . . . Yay, end of the chapter. I'm so glad. It took me some time to write it. If you were wondering why it seems as if Draco and Hermione can't make up their minds on anything, it is because they can't. Their feelings change from chapter to chapter. Draco thinks he's in love with Hermione then decides he's not. Hermione thinks she loves Draco, and then she thinks it's just an infatuation. She's mad at him, and then she's not. She hates him, and then she doesn't. Get it? They are teenagers. As one I'd like to point out that it is hard to make up your mind on anything and keep it like that. Well, I'll update sometime. I can't promise when.