Chapter 9
A/N: Thank you so much to all who reviewed. I never expected this many, but now I'd like to get at least a hundred reviews. Please read and tell me what you think. Sorry it took so long to update, and feel free to email me or instant message me anytime!!
DanishGirl- Yes, Hermione is incredibly lucky. *Sigh* LOL Thanks for reviewing!!!!
jade- Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!!!
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My Comforting Lie33- Thank you for being a great reviewer. Thanks for the suggestions, and Tom is soooo hott!!
snowyangel83- Thank you so much. I try to make the dialogue interesting.
tkdcutie- Thanks so much, I'm glad you like it!!
Lila- Thanks a bunch for being a faithful reviewer. Love ya!!!!!!
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Here's the next chapter!
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Thump. "Ow!" Hermione awoke with a start. She looked around. Where am I? she thought. I'm sure I heard someone say, "Ow!" Then, a light snapped on and she rolled over to see Draco sitting on his bed, wincing. Everything from the day before flooded her mind and she remembered where she was.
"What's wrong?" she asked him, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
"I woke up and tried to go to the bathroom. But I forgot where I was and tripped over the dresser." Hermione grinned widely, picturing him tripping and falling right on his face.
"It's not funny," he said crossly.
"Sorry," she said, trying to dim her smile. She looked at the clock. It was 9 am. She got out of bed and went over to the dresser to pick out some clothes. There was no point in wearing the school uniform, so she decided on a pair of hiphugger blue jeans and a red shirt with a wide neck. She loved this top.
"I'm going to go change," she said, walking into the bathroom with her clothes. He watched her disappear into the bathroom, then got his own clothes and began to change. He didn't particularly care what clothes he wore, so he threw on some jeans, and found a black tanktop. Right before he put it on, Hermione came out of the bathroom. She stopped, and her mouth hung open.
"I...I'm so sorry," she stuttered.
"Like what you see?" he joked, making her face redden. She quickly went back into the bathroom while he put his shirt on.
"All set!" he called, and she came back in, avoiding his eyes.
"Hey, it's okay. It's fine for guys to be seen around without shirts. If it were you, that would be different," he pointed out. She thought about it, bit her lip, and grinned. He finally noticed what she was wearing and he had to admit, she looked pretty. The red looked really good with her hair color. She was having similar thoughts about him, because black always looks good on blondes. She shook her head to clear her mind.
"Wanna play?" he asked from on the sofa. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped.
"What?!" she exclaimed.
"Checkers," he said, indicating the game board beside him. She laughed at the misconception and joined him on the couch.
"Only if I can be red," she said. He shrugged. "No problem." (A/N: Isn't it a coincidence how her shirt is red and his is black, matching their checker colors? I didn't even plan it!) They played for almost two hours. After winning three games in a row, Draco decided to let Hermione win a couple. She realized it, of course, but didn't complain. Might as well let him be nice.
Later, they realized they had skipped breakfast, and then noticed the large plate of finger sandwiches on the table. Hermione began to eat ravenously, while Draco watched her, amused.
"How do you eat so much and stay thin?" he asked. She smirked.
"I'm not that thin," she told him. He rolled his eyes.
"Why do girls always say they're fat?" he asked. This made her laugh, and she didn't answer. They finished the sandwiches along with all the juice, then went back to the couch. They didn't feel like playing this time; they just sat there wondering what to do next.
"Not much to do but sit around, huh?" he commented, to break the silence.
"Nope," she sighed. She laid her head back and stared at the ceiling.
"So what caused your big change of heart?" she asked curiously.
"I just realized that I was being how my father wanted me to be. And you know how cruel he is. I refuse to be like that," he explained defiantly. She nodded understandingly.
"Well, I'm no better," she pointed out. "I was just as cruel back to you."
"Yeah, but I was just horrible. You can tell Harry and Ron that, too," he said reluctantly. Hermione snorted.
"They'd kill me for suggesting it," she said with a laugh.
"So what, you're just not gonna tell them you talk to me? Are you ashamed or something?" he asked angrily.
"No...I just meant--," she began.
"Hey, I never said you had to talk to me. I'm not going to be 'secret friends'. You're no better than anyone else I know," he accused disgustedly. Hermione began to get mad.
"Stop putting words in my mouth. You didn't let me finish what I was saying. And don't ever accuse me of being like the uncaring people you know. Do you think I was just acting caring that night at the ball? Do you really think I'm so cold?" she asked angrily.
"Yeah, well you said you weren't going to tell anyone. I define that as a 'secret'. And I need no more secrets in my life," he spat. Hermione's eyes welled up with tears. She didn't want to fight with her new-found friend. She jumped up and stormed angrily away, locking herself in the bathroom. It was the only place she could be away from him.
After she slammed the door, Draco pounded his fist on the arm of the couch, frustrated. Well, it serves her right, he thought. How can she practically say she's embarrassed of me? He got up and found his book on quidditch and read to calm down.
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An hour later, Hermione was still in the bathroom, fuming. How dare he? she thought furiously. I am one of the nicest people in this school. He practically called me like his father! She splashed cold water on her face. Cool down, she told herself.
Knock, knock. "Hermione! I gotta go to the bathroom!" Draco called through the door.
"Too bad," she said stubbornly. She imagined his face at the moment and smiled, pleased with herself.
"Come on, I'm serious," he said loudly. "It's my bathroom, too!"
"Now you know better than to make me mad this week," she shot at him smugly. He rolled his eyes and pounded on the door continuously. Finally, she opened the door and caught his hand before it hit her. She intended on saying something smart, but she couldn't help but notice the fact that their faces were only three inches apart.
For a moment, they just looked into each other's eyes. Then slowly, they moved in, his lips brushing hers. Surprised at the warmth that shot through her body, Hermione stepped back, looked down, and bit her lip. Draco avoided her eyes and slipped past her, closing the door behind him.
Dazedly, Hermione walked over to her bed and sat. What was that?! she asked herself. They were fighting, then they kiss? How does that work? A moment later, Draco came out and went to the sofa to continue reading. Hermione became scared. She had felt something when he kissed her. She had felt safe, warm. He looked a little uncomfortable, but she was too confused to confront him at the moment.
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A/N: I'm sorry if I don't write romance that well. This is the first one I've done. I hope you like this!!! R/R!!
A/N: Thank you so much to all who reviewed. I never expected this many, but now I'd like to get at least a hundred reviews. Please read and tell me what you think. Sorry it took so long to update, and feel free to email me or instant message me anytime!!
DanishGirl- Yes, Hermione is incredibly lucky. *Sigh* LOL Thanks for reviewing!!!!
jade- Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!!!
piper- Thanks a bunch for reviewing!
My Comforting Lie33- Thank you for being a great reviewer. Thanks for the suggestions, and Tom is soooo hott!!
snowyangel83- Thank you so much. I try to make the dialogue interesting.
tkdcutie- Thanks so much, I'm glad you like it!!
Lila- Thanks a bunch for being a faithful reviewer. Love ya!!!!!!
Gryffindor620- Thanks!!
Here's the next chapter!
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Thump. "Ow!" Hermione awoke with a start. She looked around. Where am I? she thought. I'm sure I heard someone say, "Ow!" Then, a light snapped on and she rolled over to see Draco sitting on his bed, wincing. Everything from the day before flooded her mind and she remembered where she was.
"What's wrong?" she asked him, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
"I woke up and tried to go to the bathroom. But I forgot where I was and tripped over the dresser." Hermione grinned widely, picturing him tripping and falling right on his face.
"It's not funny," he said crossly.
"Sorry," she said, trying to dim her smile. She looked at the clock. It was 9 am. She got out of bed and went over to the dresser to pick out some clothes. There was no point in wearing the school uniform, so she decided on a pair of hiphugger blue jeans and a red shirt with a wide neck. She loved this top.
"I'm going to go change," she said, walking into the bathroom with her clothes. He watched her disappear into the bathroom, then got his own clothes and began to change. He didn't particularly care what clothes he wore, so he threw on some jeans, and found a black tanktop. Right before he put it on, Hermione came out of the bathroom. She stopped, and her mouth hung open.
"I...I'm so sorry," she stuttered.
"Like what you see?" he joked, making her face redden. She quickly went back into the bathroom while he put his shirt on.
"All set!" he called, and she came back in, avoiding his eyes.
"Hey, it's okay. It's fine for guys to be seen around without shirts. If it were you, that would be different," he pointed out. She thought about it, bit her lip, and grinned. He finally noticed what she was wearing and he had to admit, she looked pretty. The red looked really good with her hair color. She was having similar thoughts about him, because black always looks good on blondes. She shook her head to clear her mind.
"Wanna play?" he asked from on the sofa. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped.
"What?!" she exclaimed.
"Checkers," he said, indicating the game board beside him. She laughed at the misconception and joined him on the couch.
"Only if I can be red," she said. He shrugged. "No problem." (A/N: Isn't it a coincidence how her shirt is red and his is black, matching their checker colors? I didn't even plan it!) They played for almost two hours. After winning three games in a row, Draco decided to let Hermione win a couple. She realized it, of course, but didn't complain. Might as well let him be nice.
Later, they realized they had skipped breakfast, and then noticed the large plate of finger sandwiches on the table. Hermione began to eat ravenously, while Draco watched her, amused.
"How do you eat so much and stay thin?" he asked. She smirked.
"I'm not that thin," she told him. He rolled his eyes.
"Why do girls always say they're fat?" he asked. This made her laugh, and she didn't answer. They finished the sandwiches along with all the juice, then went back to the couch. They didn't feel like playing this time; they just sat there wondering what to do next.
"Not much to do but sit around, huh?" he commented, to break the silence.
"Nope," she sighed. She laid her head back and stared at the ceiling.
"So what caused your big change of heart?" she asked curiously.
"I just realized that I was being how my father wanted me to be. And you know how cruel he is. I refuse to be like that," he explained defiantly. She nodded understandingly.
"Well, I'm no better," she pointed out. "I was just as cruel back to you."
"Yeah, but I was just horrible. You can tell Harry and Ron that, too," he said reluctantly. Hermione snorted.
"They'd kill me for suggesting it," she said with a laugh.
"So what, you're just not gonna tell them you talk to me? Are you ashamed or something?" he asked angrily.
"No...I just meant--," she began.
"Hey, I never said you had to talk to me. I'm not going to be 'secret friends'. You're no better than anyone else I know," he accused disgustedly. Hermione began to get mad.
"Stop putting words in my mouth. You didn't let me finish what I was saying. And don't ever accuse me of being like the uncaring people you know. Do you think I was just acting caring that night at the ball? Do you really think I'm so cold?" she asked angrily.
"Yeah, well you said you weren't going to tell anyone. I define that as a 'secret'. And I need no more secrets in my life," he spat. Hermione's eyes welled up with tears. She didn't want to fight with her new-found friend. She jumped up and stormed angrily away, locking herself in the bathroom. It was the only place she could be away from him.
After she slammed the door, Draco pounded his fist on the arm of the couch, frustrated. Well, it serves her right, he thought. How can she practically say she's embarrassed of me? He got up and found his book on quidditch and read to calm down.
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An hour later, Hermione was still in the bathroom, fuming. How dare he? she thought furiously. I am one of the nicest people in this school. He practically called me like his father! She splashed cold water on her face. Cool down, she told herself.
Knock, knock. "Hermione! I gotta go to the bathroom!" Draco called through the door.
"Too bad," she said stubbornly. She imagined his face at the moment and smiled, pleased with herself.
"Come on, I'm serious," he said loudly. "It's my bathroom, too!"
"Now you know better than to make me mad this week," she shot at him smugly. He rolled his eyes and pounded on the door continuously. Finally, she opened the door and caught his hand before it hit her. She intended on saying something smart, but she couldn't help but notice the fact that their faces were only three inches apart.
For a moment, they just looked into each other's eyes. Then slowly, they moved in, his lips brushing hers. Surprised at the warmth that shot through her body, Hermione stepped back, looked down, and bit her lip. Draco avoided her eyes and slipped past her, closing the door behind him.
Dazedly, Hermione walked over to her bed and sat. What was that?! she asked herself. They were fighting, then they kiss? How does that work? A moment later, Draco came out and went to the sofa to continue reading. Hermione became scared. She had felt something when he kissed her. She had felt safe, warm. He looked a little uncomfortable, but she was too confused to confront him at the moment.
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A/N: I'm sorry if I don't write romance that well. This is the first one I've done. I hope you like this!!! R/R!!
