A/N: Okay, sorry I took so long; I've been really busy. I'm going to try to update more often and give you longer chapters. Okay, now you can read, I won't hold you up any longer.
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Chapter 4 – Tripping Him and Some Visitors
Draco's POVI was on my way to double Potions with the Gryffindors, and all the while I couldn't get the past day out of my head. What had happened to me? Since when do I cry? And why did it have to be at a time when Granger was nearby?
Walking down the hall, staring at my feet, I was terribly confused. What was happening to me? I needed to stay strong, but thoughts of my mother where always there. I needed to forget about her, but there was no one else in my life. I was all alone, and I knew it.
Stepping through the doorway and into Snape's classroom, I heard him greet me, but I was too lost in thought to respond. I sat down, in the closest empty seat I could find, not taking in or paying attention to any of the students or the classroom around me. When I finally looked up, I saw all of the students, and Professor Snape, staring at me. Then I looked to my right to see Hermione Granger sitting beside me. I let out a cry of 'Ahhh!' and toppled out of my chair.
This seemed to cause a roar of laughter within the class, and, turning around I could see Pothead and Weaselbee were on the floor laughing. I scowled at them but this just seemed to make the laugh more. And to make matters worse, I had to sit by Granger the whole class because every other seat was occupied.
Snape didn't look too amused. "Ahem," he said, and immediately there was complete silence. It all went downhill from there.
"We will be working on a project for the next two or three weeks," Snape started, "and you will be partnered up. No exceptions, if you would like to pass this year.
"I have chosen partners. Let's see, Zabini and Goyle, Parkinson and Bullstrode, Potter and Granger, Weasley and Malfoy, wait, no Potter and Weasley, Granger and Malfoy…"
Horrorstruck, I sat there. I didn't know what to do. The rest of the week flew by, and soon enough, it was Saturday.
Hermione's POVI woke up late on Saturday morning, at around 10 o'clock. Today was Hogsmeade, and also, our visitors were coming in the evening. I was excited. I pulled on some loose jeans and a tight black shirt. Then I picked up a jade green sweater and rushed out. I was going alone today, because Harry and Ron had Quidditch practice and I really didn't feel like asking anyone else. Ron apologized, and promised he would meet me at noon in the Three Broomsticks.
I stepped outside into the crisp, fall air, and smiled. It was beautiful out. The ground was covered in leaves of every color. I smiled and walked into town. First, I went into Dervish and Banges, to pick up some extra parchment and a couple new books I found to be interesting. Then I sat on a bench because I wanted to read to pass the time until Ron came.
I finally saw him at half past twelve. He was hurrying down the rode, and I could see him through the window. I was sitting at a table in the Three Broomsticks, and I had been waiting for half an hour. He was late. Watching him through the window, I saw him fall. He had been tripped. I leaned over to get a better view, and I noticed who had tripped him. It was Draco Malfoy.
Ron ignored him, which isn't something Ron would do. But I guess he was too busy trying to find me that he didn't care. When he strode through the door, he spotted me right away. I smiled, and he sat down next to me, ordering us two butterbeers. We started talking, and that lasted for hours. Ron seems perfect. I hope it lasts. I mean, he's always had a thing for pretty girls, and I wouldn't include myself in that category.
When we had finished, Ron wanted to walk back to the castle with me, but I decided to stay a bit longer. After watching him leave, I started wandering the streets. I couldn't get the questions out of my head. What were the visitors going to be like? Before I knew it, I was back to where I had started, so I just walked up the hill and back into the castle.
Draco's POVI was sitting in the Great Hall, waiting for the visitors to come. All of the other people at my table were chattering like mad pigeons about what fun they had had at Hogsmeade. I did have fun, but I hadn't been there for more than half an hour. Not to hide the fact that tripping Weasley was the highlight of my day. It was kind of sad though how he ignored me. Yep, that definitely wasn't something I enjoyed.
Blaise poked me, because I had been staring into space a few seconds before, and I suppose he had been talking to me. I looked up.
"So, what do you think about these visitors, man? I hope there are some hot girls. I mean, there are bound to be. I mean, out of twenty or thirty people? My hopes are high, my friend, my hopes are high," he said, making Draco laugh.
"What?"
"Nothing, you just sound like a complete idiot," I replied, a smirk on my face.
"Well…so what…" said Blaise, unable to come up with something to say.
Suddenly the doors of the Great Hall opened up to Dumbledore, standing next to a pretty middle-aged witch with very curly light brown hair. She was wearing robes of scarlet.
"Attention, students!" he said, although he already had the attention of every person in the room. "This is Professor Denise Strumblent. She is the Headmistress of Raymont Academy and she and her students have gladly accepted our invitation to stay. Please make them feel welcome. Students," he said, addressing the Raymont students, "Please feel free to sit at any table you'd like, and we can start our dinners."
I looked up as the students sat down at the tables. Then I stood up. I stood a few feet away from a boy with curly long blonde hair. Numerous girls have said it's beautiful. I wouldn't describe it as beautiful, but it is pretty cool. It was just long enough to put into a ponytail, which is what it was in, at the moment. The boy had grey eyes, and they weren't cold, but warm and welcoming. Standing there, we were looking at each other, but a few feet apart.
"Malfoy," said the boy from Raymont.
"Maddison," I replied.
Then we pulled into a tight embrace.
I know, it isn't long enough, but I wanted to write about what happens next in the next chapter, which I've already started working on. And a cliffy, huh? Sorry, I'm not usually one for cliffhangers, but it just adds to the story! Please review, this is my first fanfic and I haven't really been getting any reviews. Only three! Except for the few who are reviewing, cookies for them. Yay! I want to know who's reading!
