Authors Pathetic Insignificant Note ; ) :Welp, you people like me, you
really like me *tear* Yeah, anyway, this Chappie gonna switch from Dracos
to 'Miones ptv, You'll know I switched when you see this ~¤~¤~
Draco sighed and walked back into the dorm. He was, as always, annoyed with the world. No one understood him, and, perhaps, no one ever would.
Gazing out the window he saw the students below him in formation for a snowball fight. He longed to be with them, carefree, happy, not the emotionless boy he was presently, doomed to follow in his blood lines dark footsteps.
Indeed he was doomed to that fate. Changing this would be like trying to change the stars...impossible. But, even though he had to face the music someday, he could still dream...
~¤~¤~ Hermione had followed Draco into his dorm, careful to stay quite as she followed him behind the portrait and into the common room, then, to her delight, to his own room.
She carefully hid herself behind the drapes of a far window, still and quiet, barely breathing for fear of her discovery. Draco seemed normal, she thought, taking in his appearance, his long, billowing black robes, his icy blue eyes and his trademark blonde hair.
She couldn't help but smile at this. Even when he was alone, Draco was as handsome as ever.
However, some things about Draco did change outside the public eye. He was calmer, his expression softer. She liked this Draco, not that she didn't like the other side of him, but this one seemed caring, almost kind.
She could see why he waited until he was alone to show this side of himself. Everyone expected him to be a tough, calloused person who could care less what was happening around him as long as he got his way.
Finally, she knew, there was more to Draco Malfoy, and she was going to found out every little thing about him she could... ~¤~¤~
Draco felt eyes on him. This wasn't uncommon though; he'd always been a tad bit paranoid, but this was different.This was real.
He spun around, but the only thing he saw was, well, nothing.
His room was empty, with the exception of a few dirty robes that scattered the floor.
He hurriedly picked the clothes up, throwing them into the laundry basket and looking suspiciously around the room, though he still found nothing.
He then began an extensive cleaning of his room, trying to occupy his mind ~¤~¤~
Hermione's breathing escalated. She knew he'd seen her, she knew it.
Or not...she thought as she saw him busying himself with his dirty clothes. Neat freak. Hermione herself didn't mind the messiness of his room, it just added to the person he was.
The only problem with his sudden cleaning splurge was the fact that her hiding place happened to be quite dingy, and if Draco were as hell-bent on cleaning as she figured he was, the drapes would have to go.
She prayed he'd overlook the drapes, closing her eyes tightly and taking deep breaths, but, when her eyes opened, she saw a pale hand reaching for the fabric. She braced herself, eyes wide, prepared for what was sure to be quite a bumpy ride... ~¤~¤~
With a sweep of his hand Draco pulled back the drapes, his eyes widening as he saw...Hermione?!
He stood there, looking as if he'd been stupified for a moment before he realized what was going on. "H-how'd you get in here?"
"Quite simple actually..."she replied, surveying his room."All I had to do was follow you..."
"Stalking, I see, is one of your strong-points?"he retorted, arms folded angrily across his chest.
She shrugged nonchalantly."It's a hobby...and you can stop acting all tough...secrets out..."she said, grinning, knowing this probably gnawed on his nerves.
He thought fast, trying desperately to save his reputation."I was doing yoga?"
Hermione laughed at his pathetic excuse."M-hmm..."she said, studying him."It's funny how you found time to clean your room in-between yoga exercises...plus Draco, yoga is a muggle relaxation technique...I don't think your family would approve..."
He sighed and shrugged."Alright then, you caught me..."he replied, looking to the floor a bit embarrassed."Make sure this 'new' side of me doesn't get out won't you?"
Hermione nodded, and, surprised at her luck turned to leave, only to be stopped by Draco.
She turned to face him, arching a brow."Yes?"
"Urmm...stay if you want...it's not like I'm doing anything...or if you don't want to you could leave and I'd just go back to being bored alone...your choice..."he explained, his voice oddly a bit high-pitched.
She grinned and nodded, looking around."Whatever floats your boat...what do you wanna do?"
He shrugged, kicking the floor with his loafer."Talk I guess?"
She smiled, arching a brow."What about?"
He looked up at her, dumbstruck for a moment."Are the rumors true...do you really have a crush on me?''
Her eyes widened.Lovely conversation starter...but, she had to answer.So with a blush she nodded."Yeah...they're true."She muttered, looking fixedly to the ground, wishing she were anywhere but this stuffy room.
Draco, however, seemed elated. A small smile lit his otherwise emotionless face."I was hoping so..."
~+~+~
She slowly lifted her eyes to meet his, her own face a mixture of surprise and bewilderment. Secretly she wondered if Draco were infact drunk or high or something.
But maybe, she thought, dreams sometimes came true. This, however, was now not a dream. This was real.She was standing there, looking into those pale blue eyes mesmerized by their newfound warmth.
She'd dreamt of this moment, but now that it was here, she was scared.
She paused for a few seconds, uncertain what she should do, but luckily, Draco was the first to move.
And move he did.
He slowly leaned towards her, his eyes fixated with hers, stunning her for a moment.
She debated whether or not she should pull away, but she thought that if she'd tried she would have found herself locked in place.
Her thoughts were interrupted as his lips touched hers. His kiss was soft, gentle, and surprisingly warm for a heart so seemingly cold.
No words could describe this feeling. Nothing she could think of to tell him would be good enough to describe her emotions.
She was fully aware that his arms were now around her, and she stepped closer to him, though to her suprise, he pulled away.
"Mione, I don't know if we should do this..."he said, suddenly serious, though she remained silent.
"Might I remind you that you're the one who kissed me?"she said, furrowing a brow.
He nodded and sighed."I know...but do you know what my family would do if they found out?"
She looked to the floor, closing her eyes, holding back tears. Maybe this wasn't so perfect after all.She only hoped it would get better...
Note:Sry to end the chapter so quick, my fingers are hurting, lol, i'll sum things up in the next chapter R&R please^^
Draco sighed and walked back into the dorm. He was, as always, annoyed with the world. No one understood him, and, perhaps, no one ever would.
Gazing out the window he saw the students below him in formation for a snowball fight. He longed to be with them, carefree, happy, not the emotionless boy he was presently, doomed to follow in his blood lines dark footsteps.
Indeed he was doomed to that fate. Changing this would be like trying to change the stars...impossible. But, even though he had to face the music someday, he could still dream...
~¤~¤~ Hermione had followed Draco into his dorm, careful to stay quite as she followed him behind the portrait and into the common room, then, to her delight, to his own room.
She carefully hid herself behind the drapes of a far window, still and quiet, barely breathing for fear of her discovery. Draco seemed normal, she thought, taking in his appearance, his long, billowing black robes, his icy blue eyes and his trademark blonde hair.
She couldn't help but smile at this. Even when he was alone, Draco was as handsome as ever.
However, some things about Draco did change outside the public eye. He was calmer, his expression softer. She liked this Draco, not that she didn't like the other side of him, but this one seemed caring, almost kind.
She could see why he waited until he was alone to show this side of himself. Everyone expected him to be a tough, calloused person who could care less what was happening around him as long as he got his way.
Finally, she knew, there was more to Draco Malfoy, and she was going to found out every little thing about him she could... ~¤~¤~
Draco felt eyes on him. This wasn't uncommon though; he'd always been a tad bit paranoid, but this was different.This was real.
He spun around, but the only thing he saw was, well, nothing.
His room was empty, with the exception of a few dirty robes that scattered the floor.
He hurriedly picked the clothes up, throwing them into the laundry basket and looking suspiciously around the room, though he still found nothing.
He then began an extensive cleaning of his room, trying to occupy his mind ~¤~¤~
Hermione's breathing escalated. She knew he'd seen her, she knew it.
Or not...she thought as she saw him busying himself with his dirty clothes. Neat freak. Hermione herself didn't mind the messiness of his room, it just added to the person he was.
The only problem with his sudden cleaning splurge was the fact that her hiding place happened to be quite dingy, and if Draco were as hell-bent on cleaning as she figured he was, the drapes would have to go.
She prayed he'd overlook the drapes, closing her eyes tightly and taking deep breaths, but, when her eyes opened, she saw a pale hand reaching for the fabric. She braced herself, eyes wide, prepared for what was sure to be quite a bumpy ride... ~¤~¤~
With a sweep of his hand Draco pulled back the drapes, his eyes widening as he saw...Hermione?!
He stood there, looking as if he'd been stupified for a moment before he realized what was going on. "H-how'd you get in here?"
"Quite simple actually..."she replied, surveying his room."All I had to do was follow you..."
"Stalking, I see, is one of your strong-points?"he retorted, arms folded angrily across his chest.
She shrugged nonchalantly."It's a hobby...and you can stop acting all tough...secrets out..."she said, grinning, knowing this probably gnawed on his nerves.
He thought fast, trying desperately to save his reputation."I was doing yoga?"
Hermione laughed at his pathetic excuse."M-hmm..."she said, studying him."It's funny how you found time to clean your room in-between yoga exercises...plus Draco, yoga is a muggle relaxation technique...I don't think your family would approve..."
He sighed and shrugged."Alright then, you caught me..."he replied, looking to the floor a bit embarrassed."Make sure this 'new' side of me doesn't get out won't you?"
Hermione nodded, and, surprised at her luck turned to leave, only to be stopped by Draco.
She turned to face him, arching a brow."Yes?"
"Urmm...stay if you want...it's not like I'm doing anything...or if you don't want to you could leave and I'd just go back to being bored alone...your choice..."he explained, his voice oddly a bit high-pitched.
She grinned and nodded, looking around."Whatever floats your boat...what do you wanna do?"
He shrugged, kicking the floor with his loafer."Talk I guess?"
She smiled, arching a brow."What about?"
He looked up at her, dumbstruck for a moment."Are the rumors true...do you really have a crush on me?''
Her eyes widened.Lovely conversation starter...but, she had to answer.So with a blush she nodded."Yeah...they're true."She muttered, looking fixedly to the ground, wishing she were anywhere but this stuffy room.
Draco, however, seemed elated. A small smile lit his otherwise emotionless face."I was hoping so..."
~+~+~
She slowly lifted her eyes to meet his, her own face a mixture of surprise and bewilderment. Secretly she wondered if Draco were infact drunk or high or something.
But maybe, she thought, dreams sometimes came true. This, however, was now not a dream. This was real.She was standing there, looking into those pale blue eyes mesmerized by their newfound warmth.
She'd dreamt of this moment, but now that it was here, she was scared.
She paused for a few seconds, uncertain what she should do, but luckily, Draco was the first to move.
And move he did.
He slowly leaned towards her, his eyes fixated with hers, stunning her for a moment.
She debated whether or not she should pull away, but she thought that if she'd tried she would have found herself locked in place.
Her thoughts were interrupted as his lips touched hers. His kiss was soft, gentle, and surprisingly warm for a heart so seemingly cold.
No words could describe this feeling. Nothing she could think of to tell him would be good enough to describe her emotions.
She was fully aware that his arms were now around her, and she stepped closer to him, though to her suprise, he pulled away.
"Mione, I don't know if we should do this..."he said, suddenly serious, though she remained silent.
"Might I remind you that you're the one who kissed me?"she said, furrowing a brow.
He nodded and sighed."I know...but do you know what my family would do if they found out?"
She looked to the floor, closing her eyes, holding back tears. Maybe this wasn't so perfect after all.She only hoped it would get better...
Note:Sry to end the chapter so quick, my fingers are hurting, lol, i'll sum things up in the next chapter R&R please^^
