Interesting ideas you have come up with while I disappeared somewhere. However, if I were to act on one of them, it would completely contradict another's.
And for your hopes about Harry being with Hermione in this story? No going to happen. She's Draco's!!! But you can always look out for another story of mine that I might be planning to write!!
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What is she doing here?
This is our place,
But you're not complaining,
Am I just the disgrace?
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"Hello… Draco." Lavender greets, frolicking into the library. What she is doing in the library, what are they doing in the library, I probably would never know.
"Hi." Draco answers and Lavender beams.
"Great, more bloody Gryffindors," Blaise mutters,
"Malfoy to you." Pansy objects.
"What are you doing here?" I hear one of them ask,
"I'm going to get out a book for potions." Lavender replies casually,
"Why are you talking to us?" This distinct voice has to belong to Pansy,
"Because you started asking me questions." Lavender answers.
"Go away." Blaise finishes for them.
Lavender comes back, not 5 minutes had passed yet, to the Slytherin gathering.
"Uh… Draco?" her use of the name causes Pansy to throw daggers with her eyes, "I hear you're a whiz at Potions. Could you find me a book on it for me?" She asks innocently.
"…" Draco stares at her, what was the matter with these Gryffindors?
"We're Slytherins for Merlin's sake; go find a Hufflepuff to help you, even a fellow Gryffindor; hell, get a Ravenclaw to give you a tour of the library." Blaise mutters,
"B-But," Lavender stammers, her ploys have never failed before. But that's because she's never come up against a Slytherin, whose middle names were basically made up of twisting people around their fingers, seduction, persuasion, manipulation and conquering.
"Why would he give you the book? Why would he help you?" Pansy laughed, "Half-wit Gryffindor, go save a drowning cat!"
Lavenders eyes starts glistening, they start to stain with tears; she is un-use to the violent and hurtful jibes. She leaves the library, not looking back, although I do feel a slight tingle of remorse, the flood of delight outweighs it. I guiltily hope that she gives up.
But a Gryffindor never gives up.
"Uh… Granger?" I hear someone from behind me call out. The only one in this library who might willing talk to me is…
I don't dare to turn around, scared my predictions are a lie.
"Hello?" I hear him – it's a male's voice!!! – call out again, closer now. He taps my shoulder and I'm forced to turn around.
"Malfoy." I acknowledge, "What do you want?" Inside I'm giddy that he's actually talking to me, but I have seen what he and his kind does to the weak.
"Potions book." The only reason he would have to talk to me. I have the one copy.
"Here." I hand it to him, feigning a grimace, not really caring I was mid-reading.
"Are you sure you're finished?" Draco made sure, seeing the bookmarked page bang spot in the middle.
"No." Hermione admitted.
"I'll return it to you later on."
"Hey, do you… by any chance… want-to-study-together. Because of the book. Since-there's-only-one-copy-and-we-should-make-the-most-of-it-or-snape-will-bite-my-head-off?" I asked, not pausing for a breath.
He nods.
He nods!!!!!
Is it because he actually understands what I say, waning to spend time with me; or because he thinks I'll take the book away if he doesn't? Can he even understand my question at all? Maybe he's just nodding to get rid of me.
My head hung low at the latter realisation.
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Just a short update to tell you I'm no dead, and neither is this fic!!!