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There are a lot of implications made in this chapter but I just think I'd tell you, I'm a mischievous little muffin author and consider what your reading before you close the story in disgust...-.- Thanks Miarae my ever faithful reviewer, I love ya! Please review everyone.
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Harry and Hermione stood in the corner of the cold courtyard,
"What have you got next?" Harry asked,
"Arithmancy" She moved further into the corner so she could try have a bit of shelter from the bitter wind via Harry's body, "You?" He pulled a face,
"Divination" Hermione pulled a face,
"You still take that?" She put an arm round Harry she was icy cold, the winds felt almost arctic, he placed an arm round her,
"Yeah I do remember we haven't got Trelawney any more she does the younger students. Firenze does 5th, 6th and 7th years."
"I don't like the subject full stop" She spat each word out like it was pure salamander's skin given to her by Snape. She glared furiously at some first years that were pointing at the pair, what was wrong with her and Harry hugging sometimes the first years got on her nerves more than Pansy Parkinson! Which, in Hermione's eyes was an extremely hard thing to do, damn near impossible in fact.
"You look like you've just seen a naked Blaise Zabini molesting Ginny"
"Just some stupid first years, Blaise and Ginny are together?" She enquired,
"Yes, I found it out on the grapevine last night. Anyway since when have you been on speaking terms with Zabini?"
"I can be on" She imitated his voice, "'speaking terms' with whom I please scarhead" Harry mocked an upset face, "Drama queen" She mumbled,
"What was that?"
"I said drama queen" Harry looked angry for a second then started tickling her. She squealed causing many of the first, second, third and fourth years to turn around and see the two on the floor, the messy haired boy-who-lived and Hermione Granger tickling each other seeming some what closer than the year before. Many had noticed how closer the pair had got in the absence of a certain red haired gryffindor. She cried for him to stop and eventually he did leaving them both in a tangle on the floor panting heavily. Hermione clutched her sides, fully aware of were exactly Harry's hand was and his hot breath on her neck making the hairs stand up on end. She looked around and saw most of the courtyard staring she giggled and stood up brushing some dirt of her robe,
"Want to take a photo?" She said to everyone around as Harry got up, she glared and reached in her robe pocket along with a tissue and her wand she found her lip stud and she quickly fixed it back in her lip she smirked and Harry hugged her,
"See you later Herm." He waved and walked towards the great hall, she stood there buzzing from his touch – at least she wasn't frozen anymore, she started to walk towards the south tower for her Arithmancy class, she felt someone tap on her shoulder and whizzed around.
"Hey Hermione" She looked at the person, silver blonde hair and cloudy grey eyes,
"Hi Draco" She smirked, "Who you sitting with?" It was such a stupid question yet it meant a lot to Draco,
"No-one" He didn't show any emotion but Hermione smiled,
"You wouldn't want to sit with me by any chance?" Draco looked happy for a split second but quickly changed hid the expression,
"Sure" With that they proceeded to Arithmancy, the lesson flew by they didn't do much listening they just read their text books, Draco and Hermione didn't bother they had both read the books already, well Hermione had. Draco had read the first few chapters; they put their books up and whispered behind them. Hermione was shocked to find she could connect with Draco just as much as she could with Harry,
"Nice bit of fondling you and Potter had" Hermione glared twiddling the silver stud in her lip which reminded Draco of that day in the three broomsticks, he smirked, "It's the truth girl, I expect if no-one had been looking you would have bee all over each other within minutes and before you know it, it's a full on fuck session" Hermione had an expression which clearly said 'WHAT?' she swept a curl away from her face,
"I have never and will never fuck Harry James Potter and you know that you spiteful boy"
"You would say that, but still I'm not doubting the fact that at least two thirds of the students in that courtroom thought you and Harry James Potter were about to make out" Hermione poked him hard with the end of her wand,
"Even if we were it would be none of your business, are you jealous or something?" She spat at him and he licked his lips in return.
"So what if I am?" She giggled something she seemed to be doing too much of in the recent hour,
"I'm sure your not dear Malfoy" Draco nodded,
"It's hard to be jealous of Potter. Envy isn't my thing I prefer some of the other sins." He chuckled slightly, it lasted a mere second but Hermione could see from that, that he was loosening up the more and more she talked with him,
"Lust wouldn't possibly be one would it" She laughed,
"YOU TWO AT THE BACK YOU HAVE BEEN TALKING FOR AT LEAST THE LAST FIVE MINUTES NOW GET READING" Hermione and Draco gave each other furtive glances and then pretended to read for the rest of the lesson.
The next few weeks past in a flurry of homework lessons discussions about NEWTs gossip and fun. Before the three knew it the leaves had started to fall and the first quidditch match had been announced Ravenclaw vs. Hufflepuff, it was in November the second Sunday of the month.
It was 1am in the morning and Hermione was sat up scribbling extra notes onto her already two-foot long charms essay on image charms and which are the most effective. It was basically describing how to do your hair and moisturize etc. the witchcraft way. She still hadn't written down everything and kept flicking back to the first foot or so to add other bits on. She glared at the sheet of paper and extended her legs alone the sofa looking almost like she was posing for a picture. She was still scribbling but not quite as fast she looked slightly dreamy. She looked at the fire and then started writing again furiously.
"It's know wonder you always beat me" Came a slow drawl from the corner, stood in the doorframe of the head boy's room was Draco. His frame was slightly clarified by the fire, Hermione looked up,
"If I do something I like to do it to my best ability" Hermione said haughtily,
"No need to get snotty I was merely stating something. You seem slightly... I don't know," He mocked thinking with a finger pressed on the left of his lips, "Aggravated?"
"So what if I am, I'm very busy lot's of homework"
"Don't lie all you've got is that charms essay and there is by far enough information on there" His eyes glinted and he walked over and sat beside her, she sighed and quickly scribbled something to the end of her charms essay and sat up,
"I just rounded it off," She said looking at Draco,
"I got an interesting charm's book from Diagon Alley" Draco said, going to "plan A", he inwardly smirked he was just too smooth,
"Which store?"
"Flourish and Blotts, it's my favourite book store but not my favourite shop in Diagon Alley"
"Oh, what's your favourite shop?" Oh she plays right into my hands he thought,
"Take a guess"
"Uh, the ice cream parlour"
"Use that famous brain of yours girl, the first time I saw you after the summer holidays" Hermione opened her eyes wide,
"The three broomsticks" Draco clapped a few times,
"You just act innocent" He smirked and leaned forward, Hermione glanced into his eyes for a second and then their lips were interlocked, Draco put his hands on her hips and pushed her backwards so she was back to the lying down position, Draco started to let his hand wander upwards Hermione opened her eyes, was this really what she wanted? Was it what Harry wanted? Was he using her? She sat up taking Draco by surprise; he looked at her quizzically. She got up and ran to her room slamming the door behind her slamming the iron lock even though it would do nothing Draco could just do an opening charm.
She, new improved Hermione who looked after number one put someone before herself. Harry.
He wasn't there over the summer when you needed him most; he doesn't seem to understand what it is like to be me, my father he is a nice man really he just doesn't know what he does. Doesn't know his strength. He was drunk most of the time it was someone else, I mean I admit sometimes he wasn't exactly drunk but he still wasn't in his right mind. I don't like it when Draco and Harry insult him he is a genuinely nice, but no-one listens when I say that, they ask me why I'm defending him, well I have to, I love him. I think. I mean I might go back at Christmas I took money and I left. How inconsiderate. I've been thinking a lot. I almost despised him when I came here at first but now I realize it wasn't just him. It wasn't just him you know? I love him, I love him to bits, I miss him he would give me advice now. Would he? Even I don't know, I don't know him anymore, I don't know Harry anymore, and I don't know anything anymore. I don't even think I know myself. I need someone. I need anything. I. Me. Me, I think, well I don't know... I think I need Draco. Yet I tell myself I don't, I also told myself I'd never let myself get so desperate I'd get a diary but look what this is. I left home thinking I'd change but I've changed into everything I thought I'd never be, everything. I feel like I'm a porcelain soldier, strong yet so breakable. I need air.
Hermione put her quill away and stored a black book in the desk. She walked over to the window and opened it wide, it was a windy day and the leaves seemed to be alive, dancing along with the wind. She pushed her head out of the window her hair whipping her face. She gulped in the air like it was much coveted water to a desert wanderer. She wanted to go outside. She needed to. She pulled her head out of the cold night air and slammed the window shut. She slid the bolt on her door and walked out Draco was sat there lazily sprawled over the armchair reading a potions booklet. He looked up,
"I'm going out for some air" She walked to the door and went out, she wasn't quite sure where she was heading but she ended up at the lake she stood gazing across it's tranquil water, she slid to the floor lying there. She started crying, no one seemed to help anymore. Ron had given up on her. Her dad was miles away. Harry and Draco were the centre of her problems. She couldn't help herself she needed to let it all go. She wanted to be carefree again, back in the times where her dad was normal. Where he loved her like a daughter, where alcohol wasn't a problem, when she hadn't got a boy. She curled into a ball and tugged at the grass under her hands. Staring into space her mind wandered to a totally different place, a chamber of memories were in her head and she just wouldn't let them go. There was a noise behind her, sounded like the wind; she tugged a piece of grass listening to the sound of the tormented blades being yanked from their secure, safe home. She continued ripping the blades out of the soil. She pulled them furiously as if the harder she tore them out the quicker her problems would be sorted.
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I know it's short considering you've had to wait ages, I'm so sorry I've just been busy
Please review, I hope more happened in this chapter.
There are a lot of implications made in this chapter but I just think I'd tell you, I'm a mischievous little muffin author and consider what your reading before you close the story in disgust...-.- Thanks Miarae my ever faithful reviewer, I love ya! Please review everyone.
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Harry and Hermione stood in the corner of the cold courtyard,
"What have you got next?" Harry asked,
"Arithmancy" She moved further into the corner so she could try have a bit of shelter from the bitter wind via Harry's body, "You?" He pulled a face,
"Divination" Hermione pulled a face,
"You still take that?" She put an arm round Harry she was icy cold, the winds felt almost arctic, he placed an arm round her,
"Yeah I do remember we haven't got Trelawney any more she does the younger students. Firenze does 5th, 6th and 7th years."
"I don't like the subject full stop" She spat each word out like it was pure salamander's skin given to her by Snape. She glared furiously at some first years that were pointing at the pair, what was wrong with her and Harry hugging sometimes the first years got on her nerves more than Pansy Parkinson! Which, in Hermione's eyes was an extremely hard thing to do, damn near impossible in fact.
"You look like you've just seen a naked Blaise Zabini molesting Ginny"
"Just some stupid first years, Blaise and Ginny are together?" She enquired,
"Yes, I found it out on the grapevine last night. Anyway since when have you been on speaking terms with Zabini?"
"I can be on" She imitated his voice, "'speaking terms' with whom I please scarhead" Harry mocked an upset face, "Drama queen" She mumbled,
"What was that?"
"I said drama queen" Harry looked angry for a second then started tickling her. She squealed causing many of the first, second, third and fourth years to turn around and see the two on the floor, the messy haired boy-who-lived and Hermione Granger tickling each other seeming some what closer than the year before. Many had noticed how closer the pair had got in the absence of a certain red haired gryffindor. She cried for him to stop and eventually he did leaving them both in a tangle on the floor panting heavily. Hermione clutched her sides, fully aware of were exactly Harry's hand was and his hot breath on her neck making the hairs stand up on end. She looked around and saw most of the courtyard staring she giggled and stood up brushing some dirt of her robe,
"Want to take a photo?" She said to everyone around as Harry got up, she glared and reached in her robe pocket along with a tissue and her wand she found her lip stud and she quickly fixed it back in her lip she smirked and Harry hugged her,
"See you later Herm." He waved and walked towards the great hall, she stood there buzzing from his touch – at least she wasn't frozen anymore, she started to walk towards the south tower for her Arithmancy class, she felt someone tap on her shoulder and whizzed around.
"Hey Hermione" She looked at the person, silver blonde hair and cloudy grey eyes,
"Hi Draco" She smirked, "Who you sitting with?" It was such a stupid question yet it meant a lot to Draco,
"No-one" He didn't show any emotion but Hermione smiled,
"You wouldn't want to sit with me by any chance?" Draco looked happy for a split second but quickly changed hid the expression,
"Sure" With that they proceeded to Arithmancy, the lesson flew by they didn't do much listening they just read their text books, Draco and Hermione didn't bother they had both read the books already, well Hermione had. Draco had read the first few chapters; they put their books up and whispered behind them. Hermione was shocked to find she could connect with Draco just as much as she could with Harry,
"Nice bit of fondling you and Potter had" Hermione glared twiddling the silver stud in her lip which reminded Draco of that day in the three broomsticks, he smirked, "It's the truth girl, I expect if no-one had been looking you would have bee all over each other within minutes and before you know it, it's a full on fuck session" Hermione had an expression which clearly said 'WHAT?' she swept a curl away from her face,
"I have never and will never fuck Harry James Potter and you know that you spiteful boy"
"You would say that, but still I'm not doubting the fact that at least two thirds of the students in that courtroom thought you and Harry James Potter were about to make out" Hermione poked him hard with the end of her wand,
"Even if we were it would be none of your business, are you jealous or something?" She spat at him and he licked his lips in return.
"So what if I am?" She giggled something she seemed to be doing too much of in the recent hour,
"I'm sure your not dear Malfoy" Draco nodded,
"It's hard to be jealous of Potter. Envy isn't my thing I prefer some of the other sins." He chuckled slightly, it lasted a mere second but Hermione could see from that, that he was loosening up the more and more she talked with him,
"Lust wouldn't possibly be one would it" She laughed,
"YOU TWO AT THE BACK YOU HAVE BEEN TALKING FOR AT LEAST THE LAST FIVE MINUTES NOW GET READING" Hermione and Draco gave each other furtive glances and then pretended to read for the rest of the lesson.
The next few weeks past in a flurry of homework lessons discussions about NEWTs gossip and fun. Before the three knew it the leaves had started to fall and the first quidditch match had been announced Ravenclaw vs. Hufflepuff, it was in November the second Sunday of the month.
It was 1am in the morning and Hermione was sat up scribbling extra notes onto her already two-foot long charms essay on image charms and which are the most effective. It was basically describing how to do your hair and moisturize etc. the witchcraft way. She still hadn't written down everything and kept flicking back to the first foot or so to add other bits on. She glared at the sheet of paper and extended her legs alone the sofa looking almost like she was posing for a picture. She was still scribbling but not quite as fast she looked slightly dreamy. She looked at the fire and then started writing again furiously.
"It's know wonder you always beat me" Came a slow drawl from the corner, stood in the doorframe of the head boy's room was Draco. His frame was slightly clarified by the fire, Hermione looked up,
"If I do something I like to do it to my best ability" Hermione said haughtily,
"No need to get snotty I was merely stating something. You seem slightly... I don't know," He mocked thinking with a finger pressed on the left of his lips, "Aggravated?"
"So what if I am, I'm very busy lot's of homework"
"Don't lie all you've got is that charms essay and there is by far enough information on there" His eyes glinted and he walked over and sat beside her, she sighed and quickly scribbled something to the end of her charms essay and sat up,
"I just rounded it off," She said looking at Draco,
"I got an interesting charm's book from Diagon Alley" Draco said, going to "plan A", he inwardly smirked he was just too smooth,
"Which store?"
"Flourish and Blotts, it's my favourite book store but not my favourite shop in Diagon Alley"
"Oh, what's your favourite shop?" Oh she plays right into my hands he thought,
"Take a guess"
"Uh, the ice cream parlour"
"Use that famous brain of yours girl, the first time I saw you after the summer holidays" Hermione opened her eyes wide,
"The three broomsticks" Draco clapped a few times,
"You just act innocent" He smirked and leaned forward, Hermione glanced into his eyes for a second and then their lips were interlocked, Draco put his hands on her hips and pushed her backwards so she was back to the lying down position, Draco started to let his hand wander upwards Hermione opened her eyes, was this really what she wanted? Was it what Harry wanted? Was he using her? She sat up taking Draco by surprise; he looked at her quizzically. She got up and ran to her room slamming the door behind her slamming the iron lock even though it would do nothing Draco could just do an opening charm.
She, new improved Hermione who looked after number one put someone before herself. Harry.
He wasn't there over the summer when you needed him most; he doesn't seem to understand what it is like to be me, my father he is a nice man really he just doesn't know what he does. Doesn't know his strength. He was drunk most of the time it was someone else, I mean I admit sometimes he wasn't exactly drunk but he still wasn't in his right mind. I don't like it when Draco and Harry insult him he is a genuinely nice, but no-one listens when I say that, they ask me why I'm defending him, well I have to, I love him. I think. I mean I might go back at Christmas I took money and I left. How inconsiderate. I've been thinking a lot. I almost despised him when I came here at first but now I realize it wasn't just him. It wasn't just him you know? I love him, I love him to bits, I miss him he would give me advice now. Would he? Even I don't know, I don't know him anymore, I don't know Harry anymore, and I don't know anything anymore. I don't even think I know myself. I need someone. I need anything. I. Me. Me, I think, well I don't know... I think I need Draco. Yet I tell myself I don't, I also told myself I'd never let myself get so desperate I'd get a diary but look what this is. I left home thinking I'd change but I've changed into everything I thought I'd never be, everything. I feel like I'm a porcelain soldier, strong yet so breakable. I need air.
Hermione put her quill away and stored a black book in the desk. She walked over to the window and opened it wide, it was a windy day and the leaves seemed to be alive, dancing along with the wind. She pushed her head out of the window her hair whipping her face. She gulped in the air like it was much coveted water to a desert wanderer. She wanted to go outside. She needed to. She pulled her head out of the cold night air and slammed the window shut. She slid the bolt on her door and walked out Draco was sat there lazily sprawled over the armchair reading a potions booklet. He looked up,
"I'm going out for some air" She walked to the door and went out, she wasn't quite sure where she was heading but she ended up at the lake she stood gazing across it's tranquil water, she slid to the floor lying there. She started crying, no one seemed to help anymore. Ron had given up on her. Her dad was miles away. Harry and Draco were the centre of her problems. She couldn't help herself she needed to let it all go. She wanted to be carefree again, back in the times where her dad was normal. Where he loved her like a daughter, where alcohol wasn't a problem, when she hadn't got a boy. She curled into a ball and tugged at the grass under her hands. Staring into space her mind wandered to a totally different place, a chamber of memories were in her head and she just wouldn't let them go. There was a noise behind her, sounded like the wind; she tugged a piece of grass listening to the sound of the tormented blades being yanked from their secure, safe home. She continued ripping the blades out of the soil. She pulled them furiously as if the harder she tore them out the quicker her problems would be sorted.
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I know it's short considering you've had to wait ages, I'm so sorry I've just been busy
Please review, I hope more happened in this chapter.