And special thanks to the reviewers: Anigen, Shenizzy, Lily Malfoy13 - for chapter five, Lady-blackness, MysticalSpirits, Jesska-14, Freeinthewind. (I'm really no good at thank-you's, but I really appreciate all the people who've reviewed my story, thanks you So much!)
Chapter 7
It was two whole wonderful minutes before Hermione came back to her senses,andwackedhim with her wand. There was a pause, as Hermione touched her lips hesitantly, then held her fingers to her eyes. "Oh dear," Hermione said quietly, "What in the world have I just done?"She turned around and began to run. "Wait." Malfoy said firmly, catching her arm as it passed. "Hermione, running out all distressed like that isn't going to help a thing; it'll just make everything seem ten times worse then what it really is."
"Oh, like you'd know!" Hermione said shrilly. She ripped her arm from his grasp and pelted towards the door.
Malfoy bounded forward and grabbed her arm again. "Hermione,do you thinkyou could meet me here again, same time tomorrow?"
Hermione gave him an insane look.
He then added: "Who knows, I might lose the book on the way to Hogsmeade."
"Fine!" Hermione shouted, despite the fact thatit was one in the morning."But from tomorrow night until the next Hogsmeade weekend, would you PLEASE just leave me alone! "
"Ink Blot." Hermione panted, when she reached the Fat Lady's portrait.
She had accidentally burst into tears in front of Draco, he had looked rather startled for a minute, but then he had tried to wipe her tears way. A small part of her had undeniably found this jesture very sweet, but unfortunately the prejudice side of her had immediately taken control. With a fresh wave of tears, she had shoved his hand aside and fled out of the library.
Hermione climbed quickly into the common room, lest she run into Mrs. Norris, or even worse, Filch himself.
Gryffindor common room was empty, with the acception on one occupant; Harry appeared to have fallen asleep over his potionshomework.
Hermione pulled the Invisibility cloak out of her robes; she folded it carefully before placing it in his bookbag.
Glancing wearily at her watch, she then walked slowly up to bed.
Authors note:
The next chapter should be coming up very very soon; it's the fact that I don't have internet that stops me from updating as often as I'd like.
(That with the fact that I'm typing on a 95 broken on the inside, 50 broken on the outside Gateway laptop that was made in year 2000. (it's got tape hanging all over it to stop the other 5 from ceasing to function properly.)
