Note: Yes, Cho failed..hehe...that'll play an impt. part
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After their brief encounter that day, Hermione was adamant on avoiding Draco at all cost, though he seemed to be doing the exact opposite.
She had been walking through the corridors, hurrying to her Charms lesson where, out of no where, Draco had appeared, except now, he was alone, free from the usual gang of people that encircled him.
A bit flustered she had bent her head, inspecting her shoes a bit too close for comfort. Obviously Draco had noticed this and he cleared his throat quizzically, arching a brow.
She had, in return, briefly lifted her head and gazed at him, before deciding that day dreaming in public about the blonde beauty was more than likely less important than missing a Charms class, so, without a word, she scurried off.
Luckily she made it just as Professor Flitwick had begun his lesson, and managed to slip into a seat next to Ron and Harry, who both shot her looks, though they knew better than to interrogate her.
She concentrated on the lesson, fearing that if she said even the slightest thing about her obsession with Draco, both Harry and Ron would have to be carryed off to the hospital wing, after simultaneously self-destructing.
The lesson couldn't have been more boring for Hermione. In truth, she really didn't enjoy any of the lessons in particular, but listening to a pint sized man drooning on about growth charms seemed just a bit too out there in Hermiones point of view. In fact, the only lesson she seemed to enjoy the least bit was Potions, but that was only because it involved a full hour of shamelessy gazing at Draco.
Finally, the lesson was over, and the students dismissed for lunch. Hermione hurried to the Common Room to unload her books, parting with Harry and Ron who had long since adopted the habit of carrying a back-pack.
She trudged on, thinking about the next lessons that lay ahead, but, when she entered the Common Room, her thoughts were interrupted, and now, the last thing on her mind was the next classes....
On the walls were pictures of Hermione, some magically glued beside another portrait of Draco, others hanging by themeselves, suspended in mid-air. Joining them were hearts and many cherubs which both bore the words 'Hermione and Draco' in the middle.
Shocked and completely embarassed, Hermione hurried to the girls dorm, bent on escaping the horrid sights, though she knew that just because she disappeared didn't mean they wouldn't.
Flinging herself on the bed she let warm tears of anger fall, drenching the covers surounding her...
Her tears were ebbed by a gentle hand gripping her shoulder. She looked up into the concerned face of Ginny Weasley and tried as best as she could to force a smile.
"Hi there Ginny..."she said, her hoarse tone suprising her slightly.
"Hermione i'm really sorry you had to see all that..."she replied, furrowing a brow."I wish I new who did it...he or she'd pay."
Hermione laughed as she thought of Ginny jumping the guilty person, which instantly made her feel better. She smiled weakly and shrugged."It's really not as bad as it could be, Ginny...maybe Draco won't find out."she muttered, trying not to get her own hopes up. Instead, she reluctantly stood, walking past Ginny and towards the Great Hall.....
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After their brief encounter that day, Hermione was adamant on avoiding Draco at all cost, though he seemed to be doing the exact opposite.
She had been walking through the corridors, hurrying to her Charms lesson where, out of no where, Draco had appeared, except now, he was alone, free from the usual gang of people that encircled him.
A bit flustered she had bent her head, inspecting her shoes a bit too close for comfort. Obviously Draco had noticed this and he cleared his throat quizzically, arching a brow.
She had, in return, briefly lifted her head and gazed at him, before deciding that day dreaming in public about the blonde beauty was more than likely less important than missing a Charms class, so, without a word, she scurried off.
Luckily she made it just as Professor Flitwick had begun his lesson, and managed to slip into a seat next to Ron and Harry, who both shot her looks, though they knew better than to interrogate her.
She concentrated on the lesson, fearing that if she said even the slightest thing about her obsession with Draco, both Harry and Ron would have to be carryed off to the hospital wing, after simultaneously self-destructing.
The lesson couldn't have been more boring for Hermione. In truth, she really didn't enjoy any of the lessons in particular, but listening to a pint sized man drooning on about growth charms seemed just a bit too out there in Hermiones point of view. In fact, the only lesson she seemed to enjoy the least bit was Potions, but that was only because it involved a full hour of shamelessy gazing at Draco.
Finally, the lesson was over, and the students dismissed for lunch. Hermione hurried to the Common Room to unload her books, parting with Harry and Ron who had long since adopted the habit of carrying a back-pack.
She trudged on, thinking about the next lessons that lay ahead, but, when she entered the Common Room, her thoughts were interrupted, and now, the last thing on her mind was the next classes....
On the walls were pictures of Hermione, some magically glued beside another portrait of Draco, others hanging by themeselves, suspended in mid-air. Joining them were hearts and many cherubs which both bore the words 'Hermione and Draco' in the middle.
Shocked and completely embarassed, Hermione hurried to the girls dorm, bent on escaping the horrid sights, though she knew that just because she disappeared didn't mean they wouldn't.
Flinging herself on the bed she let warm tears of anger fall, drenching the covers surounding her...
Her tears were ebbed by a gentle hand gripping her shoulder. She looked up into the concerned face of Ginny Weasley and tried as best as she could to force a smile.
"Hi there Ginny..."she said, her hoarse tone suprising her slightly.
"Hermione i'm really sorry you had to see all that..."she replied, furrowing a brow."I wish I new who did it...he or she'd pay."
Hermione laughed as she thought of Ginny jumping the guilty person, which instantly made her feel better. She smiled weakly and shrugged."It's really not as bad as it could be, Ginny...maybe Draco won't find out."she muttered, trying not to get her own hopes up. Instead, she reluctantly stood, walking past Ginny and towards the Great Hall.....
