A/N- yeah I dont own J.K Rowlings characters, I have merely abducted them
until further notice
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~ "Dear lord, I like Hermione Granger"
It should be here noted that this was probably the millionth time that he had said this to himself over the past few days.
Despite the fact that Draco had come to this conclusion about Hermione, his brain was still being somewhat difficult. Seventeen years of growing up as a Malfoy, being taught to think bastardly thoughts towards pretty much everyone, especially muggle borns, was hard to overcome. So the Slytherin was actully quite amazed and proud of himself that he had broken away as much as he had. There was still one more problem though. Whether to make the relashionship private or not (yes that's right, without even consukting Hermione he assumed they would end up as a couple. Indeed Draco thought he was irresistable)
' Alright, so I want Grang...Hermione but I know that i'm sure as hell not ready to make it public yet. What to do, what to do?'
Draco scowled at his predicament for several minutes when suddenly the answer came to him, as if in the form of a lightbulb.
'I know. We'll keep it a secret! I'm sure she won't mind. I mean she'll still have me. I mean, we'll have each other. Ah now comes to fun part, wooing her'
For the second time that morning, Draco was feeling really quite proud of himself and also his (so called) brilliant plan. Smiling to himself, the head boy settled back into his pillows to reward himself for his unbelieavable intelligence with a cat nap.
Before he even got a chance to close his eyes there was a light rapping on the door. Draco knew very well who it was.
"Come in"
Hermione entered, carrying a breakfast tray, eyes cast down in the same fashion as she had been doing over the last few days, ever since...the kiss. She was obviously still embarrassed. To top it all off she couldn't even manage to avoid a bed ridden Draco, as she had to deliver all of his meals to him. She rather suspected he was enjoying it.
Draco grinned at Hermiones obvious embarrassment
Yes that's right, he is still an evil prat, in a lovesick enjoying the fact the girl liked him sort of way.
"Hello Hermione"
'Damn him and his smug tone, he's bloody well enjoying this' Hermione thought vengefully, well trying to be vengeful anyway
"Good morning Draco" she replied softly and swiftly
'My god this is embarrassing. I wish I could just crawl up into a corner and die. Why is he grinning at me like that? God he looks sexy. Wait, scrap that. Shit'
Unfortunately for Hermione and her rather confused thoughts, she was too preoccupied thinking about the certain blonde Slytherin in front of her to take any notice of what she was doing. As she crossed the room towards Draco's rather comfy looking bed....
'Wait, scrap that too' Hermione thought quickly
.....she managed to trip on an out of place shoe.
Hermione stumbled and the breakfast tray went flying. The head girl gasped as an assortment of scrambled eggs and toast went crashing down upon the once emereld green carpet. Unfortunately, this was not the worst part od Hermiones little trip. A large glass of orange juice had manahed to become airborn. It flew up high into the air before descending back towards the earth, and into Draco's lap.
"AHHHHHHH!!!!" screamed the Slytherin
"COLD COLD COLD!"
Hermiones hand flew up towards her mouth in shock before she managed to pry it away again to yell
"Oh my god, i'm SO sorry!"
"I have orange juice all over me!" Draco yelled back, rather stating the obvious
Hermione quickly grabbed a cloth off the fallen tray and dived back towards the bed to wipe off the mess
"Here let me help" she said quickly as she moved the cloth(and of course her hand) towards his lap
Draco's eyes bulged at where her hand was going
"Don't do that!"
Hermione squealed and dropped the cloth as she realized what she was about to do in the midst of the commotion and juice related hysteria. The head girl began to go red enough to rival the weasleys hair. Avoiding Draco's eyes, even more than usual, she scrambled to the floor, scooping up all the ruined food as fast as humanely possible. Draco watched her reaction with amusement as he wiped his own lap clean of juice.
When Hermione had finished, she picked up the tray and scooted towards the door.
"Hermione, aren't you forgetting something?"
Hermione spun around to see Draco, from his bed, attempting to put on an innocent face as he held out the forgotten, or should it be avoided, cloth. This of course does not work when one has an evil glint in his or her eyes.
Hermione strided back to the bed, snatched the cloth out of Dracos out- stretched hand and quickly exited the room, all the while thinking...
'Bloody smug prat, you'd think he arranged that whole spectacle on purpose'
As soon as the door was closed, Draco once again laid back acorss his pillows and began to laugh his absolute ass off.
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Hermione burst out the main doors of the castle. As soon as she left Draco's bedroom she knew that she wasn't far enough away and so she ran all the way down to the spot where she was now standing. On the way she of course managed to knock over several first years and received a few rather odd glances from passing ghosts. She didn't particularly care.
' Need to think, need to think'
She began striding across the grass, emersed in her own thoughts
'What in the hell was that! Why did I do that. Christ, how embarrassing' And why was Draco so amused by it! Alright so I guess it was in a sick twisted way kind of funny, but thats not the point!'
It was about this time that her pesky inner voice came back
'Why were you avoiding his eyes in the first place? If you hadn't been you might have seen where you were going.'
'Shut up. You know perfectly well why I was avoiding him. it was that blasted unwanted kiss'
'Oh yeah heaps unwanted, thats why you were checking him out'
Hermione stopped in her tracks (both physical and thought wise)
'Why can't you just admit it like you did the other night. You like him.'
'I most certainly do no....'
The other pesky voice interrupted her again
'Honey, theres no use lying to me, i'm you, so stop being such an idiot and accept it'
Hermione sighed, defeated, and began to walk again. That is until she was interrupted once again, but this time by someone outside of her headspace, thus her thoughts were temporarily shattered.
"Miss Granger, may I have a quick word please?"
It was Madam Hooch
"Ahh ok..." was her slightly detached answer
"Excellent. Well you see Miss Granger, i'm rather worried about your flying abilities or lack of in reguard to your end of year exams. I have of course examined you during class and i'm afraid that the way you're going at the moment, you aren't likely to get a passing grade"
Hermione heart stopped.
' Oh my god. I have never failed at anything in my life. How can this happen. I can't fail. I simply can't. Oh but I can't fly for crap, well except for the other day when I flew Draco to his room. Hey wait a moment...i'm sure I didn't do too badly then'
Hermione opened her mouth to voice her last thought when Hooch quickly cut her off
"Now I am aware of the fact that you flew Mr. Malfoy back up to his and your quarters the other day..."
'Hmm our quarters eh....'
Hermione mentally slapped herself
"And although that attempt was much better tha usual, you were still quite shakey and did show a great deal of broom control at all"
Hermiones hopes at redeeming herself were crushed
"But, I simply can't fail Miss. You know im trying to get the highest amount of newts (A/N- or is it owls? cant remember) in or grade. I can't do it if I fail this class. There must be something I can do!"
Hooch stroked her chin thoughtfully for several moments
"The only suggestion I can give you Miss Granger is to find yourself a tutor(in want of a better word). I'm sure you can find someone to give you lessons after school, after all you are best friends with the Gryffindor quidditch captain...although he may be rather busy training and going over tactics with his team mates for the rest of the year. As you know, Gryffindor lost the last match due to Mr. Weasleys little outburst and its going to take a lot of work if they want any chance at the quidditch cup."
Lord, this woman could go on for hours
"Thankyou professor, I will ask Harry"
"Thats a good dear. You know, if Mr. Potter is too busy, you could always ask Mr. Weasley, it's not like he's going to be preoccupied with training, he's been suspended from the team."
With that, the flying teacher turned around and left with the sweep of her cloak
'Ask Ron for flying lessons? Hell no. Looks like I have to go find Harry. I really hope he won't be too busy to help me, otherwise i'm royally screwed'
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Hermione was writing a quick note to Harry from the desk in the head boy and girls common room. She hadn't been able to find him after her little chat with Madam Hooch.
'Harry. Need to talk to you ASAP, come to my common room as soon as you have time. The password is Greenleaf. Hermione.'
Hermione attached the note to a barn owl owned by the school. The owl, named Paris, hooted and flew out the window. the head girl sighed to herself.
At the exact same time, the portrait to the common room swung open and Draco entered. Looking much better than he had that morning, even all of his bruises on his face had healed.
"What are you sighing about?" Draco asked in his usual sticky peak fashion
"Oh..nothing important. Just..tired thats all"
"Oh" he replied
Cue the cliche'd awkward silence
Hermione was the first to break it
"So... did you go to see Madam Pomfrey?"
"Yeah, she fixed me up right away, and now i'm back to my beautiful self" He grinned in his old self rightious Draco fashion
Hermione merely rolled her eyes at him and picked up a book a began to read it
Draco smirked.
"What are you reading?"
"A book"
"What's it called?"
"The Fellowship of the Ring"
"Who's it by?"
"J.R.R Tolkien"
Hermiones patience was starting to wear thin. Draco of course knew this
"Who's that?"
"A Muggle author"
"What does J.R.R stand for?"
"I don't know"
"What's it about"
"A place called middle earth"
"Is it in the middle of the earth?"
"I don't know?"
"Why not?"
"Draco! Would you please stop ebing so purposly annoying. I am trying to concentrate on my book!"
"No you're not"
"Yes I am!"
"No you're not"
"Yes I am!"
"Then why is it upside down?"
Hermione went scarlett. She tried to blubber something. Draco smirked once again. Luckily hte brunette was saved from further embarrassment, by the portrait being flung open once again. Harry raced in.
"Hermione, are you alright? I raced up as soon as I got your note. Umm did you realize that you're rather flushes?"
Draco grinned (A/N- he does that a lot doesn't he?)
"Hello Potter. Nice of you to acknowledge my presence"
Harry gritted his teeth
'Alright, I know he helped out Hermione, but he still has 6 years of bastardly deeds to make up for.'
"Malfoy"
'Ohh better intervene bfore a fight breaks out here' Hermione thought hurridly to herself
She laughed awkwardly
"Oh no theres nothing seriously wrong Harry. It's just that...well I need your help with something"
"Yeah, anything" replied the Gryffindor quidditch captain
"Well, I need someone to help me practise flying a few times a week after school. If I don't improve on on very limited amount of skills I have then I'm sure to fail the class. You know I can't afford that"
Harry's face dropped
"OH Herm, i'm so sorry, but I really can't. You know i'd love to, but I have so much to do, with the team and all. I don't know if you heard, but on is booted off the side for awhile because of...."
He cast a sidelong glance at Draco
"Well...because of what happened at the game. So now I have to replace him and work on trying to get back in the running for the cup. I just don't have time. I'm so sorry"
Hermione felt extremely let down
"Oh...alright. Hooch said you might be a bit too busy, but I though i'd try anyway. Sorry for wasting your time, go back to the team...they probably need you to help them work out some stratagies"
Harry could see she was upset
"I really am sorry Herm. If I get any spare time later on in the year I might be able to help you then, ok?"
"Yeah ok,bye"
Harry lingered for a moment more, analysing the look on his best friends face
"Yeah...bye"
He turned around reluctantly and left the common room
Draco had been watching the entire scene with interest.
'So... miss perfect was actually in danger of failing something. Never thought i'd see the day'
Hermione had returned to the lounge she was previously sitting on, fighting back tears. She would NOT cry in front of Malfoy and she certainly wasn't going to run out of the room, that would be just as bad.
' She really looks upset' Draco thought to himself
'God i'm acting like I actually care. Lord, I DO care. Much more than Potter seems to anyway'
This thought satisfied him
He watched her a bit longer before an ingenius idea came to him. Yes, it would be perfect.
"Hermione"
"Yes" she replied stiffly
"I'll give you flying lessons"
Hermione nearly had a heart attack
' ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod. That would mean more time alone with him. Hmm..well I guess it does have its advantages, but it would be far too embarrassing. I simply couldn't. I would make a complete ass out of myself'
She managed to compose herself
"Oh I couldn't possibly interfere with your...."
He cut her short and rose from his chair
"Oh you wouldn't be, don't worry about it. You'll be a pro in no time, I am after all a brilliant flyer as you of course know. Besides, you know as well as I do that you are simply going giddy at the chance to be alone with me"
Hermione opened her mouth to yell profanities and protest at him but as usual was cut short once again by the Slyhterin
"See you on the quidditch pitch, Friday evening, 8pm"
He smirked at leaving her slightly in a rage and exited the room
Hermione stomped her foot in anger
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A/N-
sorry for once again taking so long to update guys :( yeah im lazy
I think you're going to be a wee but angrier at me now though. I won't be able to update for about 2-3 weeks because I have half yearly exams coming up (damn year 12) don't blame me though, if you want to blame something, blame the board of studies *starts singing* public education.....(for you NSW aussies out there, you know what ad im talking about)
anyway im sorry guys. I'll updateas soon as the exams are over
~Tegan
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~ "Dear lord, I like Hermione Granger"
It should be here noted that this was probably the millionth time that he had said this to himself over the past few days.
Despite the fact that Draco had come to this conclusion about Hermione, his brain was still being somewhat difficult. Seventeen years of growing up as a Malfoy, being taught to think bastardly thoughts towards pretty much everyone, especially muggle borns, was hard to overcome. So the Slytherin was actully quite amazed and proud of himself that he had broken away as much as he had. There was still one more problem though. Whether to make the relashionship private or not (yes that's right, without even consukting Hermione he assumed they would end up as a couple. Indeed Draco thought he was irresistable)
' Alright, so I want Grang...Hermione but I know that i'm sure as hell not ready to make it public yet. What to do, what to do?'
Draco scowled at his predicament for several minutes when suddenly the answer came to him, as if in the form of a lightbulb.
'I know. We'll keep it a secret! I'm sure she won't mind. I mean she'll still have me. I mean, we'll have each other. Ah now comes to fun part, wooing her'
For the second time that morning, Draco was feeling really quite proud of himself and also his (so called) brilliant plan. Smiling to himself, the head boy settled back into his pillows to reward himself for his unbelieavable intelligence with a cat nap.
Before he even got a chance to close his eyes there was a light rapping on the door. Draco knew very well who it was.
"Come in"
Hermione entered, carrying a breakfast tray, eyes cast down in the same fashion as she had been doing over the last few days, ever since...the kiss. She was obviously still embarrassed. To top it all off she couldn't even manage to avoid a bed ridden Draco, as she had to deliver all of his meals to him. She rather suspected he was enjoying it.
Draco grinned at Hermiones obvious embarrassment
Yes that's right, he is still an evil prat, in a lovesick enjoying the fact the girl liked him sort of way.
"Hello Hermione"
'Damn him and his smug tone, he's bloody well enjoying this' Hermione thought vengefully, well trying to be vengeful anyway
"Good morning Draco" she replied softly and swiftly
'My god this is embarrassing. I wish I could just crawl up into a corner and die. Why is he grinning at me like that? God he looks sexy. Wait, scrap that. Shit'
Unfortunately for Hermione and her rather confused thoughts, she was too preoccupied thinking about the certain blonde Slytherin in front of her to take any notice of what she was doing. As she crossed the room towards Draco's rather comfy looking bed....
'Wait, scrap that too' Hermione thought quickly
.....she managed to trip on an out of place shoe.
Hermione stumbled and the breakfast tray went flying. The head girl gasped as an assortment of scrambled eggs and toast went crashing down upon the once emereld green carpet. Unfortunately, this was not the worst part od Hermiones little trip. A large glass of orange juice had manahed to become airborn. It flew up high into the air before descending back towards the earth, and into Draco's lap.
"AHHHHHHH!!!!" screamed the Slytherin
"COLD COLD COLD!"
Hermiones hand flew up towards her mouth in shock before she managed to pry it away again to yell
"Oh my god, i'm SO sorry!"
"I have orange juice all over me!" Draco yelled back, rather stating the obvious
Hermione quickly grabbed a cloth off the fallen tray and dived back towards the bed to wipe off the mess
"Here let me help" she said quickly as she moved the cloth(and of course her hand) towards his lap
Draco's eyes bulged at where her hand was going
"Don't do that!"
Hermione squealed and dropped the cloth as she realized what she was about to do in the midst of the commotion and juice related hysteria. The head girl began to go red enough to rival the weasleys hair. Avoiding Draco's eyes, even more than usual, she scrambled to the floor, scooping up all the ruined food as fast as humanely possible. Draco watched her reaction with amusement as he wiped his own lap clean of juice.
When Hermione had finished, she picked up the tray and scooted towards the door.
"Hermione, aren't you forgetting something?"
Hermione spun around to see Draco, from his bed, attempting to put on an innocent face as he held out the forgotten, or should it be avoided, cloth. This of course does not work when one has an evil glint in his or her eyes.
Hermione strided back to the bed, snatched the cloth out of Dracos out- stretched hand and quickly exited the room, all the while thinking...
'Bloody smug prat, you'd think he arranged that whole spectacle on purpose'
As soon as the door was closed, Draco once again laid back acorss his pillows and began to laugh his absolute ass off.
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Hermione burst out the main doors of the castle. As soon as she left Draco's bedroom she knew that she wasn't far enough away and so she ran all the way down to the spot where she was now standing. On the way she of course managed to knock over several first years and received a few rather odd glances from passing ghosts. She didn't particularly care.
' Need to think, need to think'
She began striding across the grass, emersed in her own thoughts
'What in the hell was that! Why did I do that. Christ, how embarrassing' And why was Draco so amused by it! Alright so I guess it was in a sick twisted way kind of funny, but thats not the point!'
It was about this time that her pesky inner voice came back
'Why were you avoiding his eyes in the first place? If you hadn't been you might have seen where you were going.'
'Shut up. You know perfectly well why I was avoiding him. it was that blasted unwanted kiss'
'Oh yeah heaps unwanted, thats why you were checking him out'
Hermione stopped in her tracks (both physical and thought wise)
'Why can't you just admit it like you did the other night. You like him.'
'I most certainly do no....'
The other pesky voice interrupted her again
'Honey, theres no use lying to me, i'm you, so stop being such an idiot and accept it'
Hermione sighed, defeated, and began to walk again. That is until she was interrupted once again, but this time by someone outside of her headspace, thus her thoughts were temporarily shattered.
"Miss Granger, may I have a quick word please?"
It was Madam Hooch
"Ahh ok..." was her slightly detached answer
"Excellent. Well you see Miss Granger, i'm rather worried about your flying abilities or lack of in reguard to your end of year exams. I have of course examined you during class and i'm afraid that the way you're going at the moment, you aren't likely to get a passing grade"
Hermione heart stopped.
' Oh my god. I have never failed at anything in my life. How can this happen. I can't fail. I simply can't. Oh but I can't fly for crap, well except for the other day when I flew Draco to his room. Hey wait a moment...i'm sure I didn't do too badly then'
Hermione opened her mouth to voice her last thought when Hooch quickly cut her off
"Now I am aware of the fact that you flew Mr. Malfoy back up to his and your quarters the other day..."
'Hmm our quarters eh....'
Hermione mentally slapped herself
"And although that attempt was much better tha usual, you were still quite shakey and did show a great deal of broom control at all"
Hermiones hopes at redeeming herself were crushed
"But, I simply can't fail Miss. You know im trying to get the highest amount of newts (A/N- or is it owls? cant remember) in or grade. I can't do it if I fail this class. There must be something I can do!"
Hooch stroked her chin thoughtfully for several moments
"The only suggestion I can give you Miss Granger is to find yourself a tutor(in want of a better word). I'm sure you can find someone to give you lessons after school, after all you are best friends with the Gryffindor quidditch captain...although he may be rather busy training and going over tactics with his team mates for the rest of the year. As you know, Gryffindor lost the last match due to Mr. Weasleys little outburst and its going to take a lot of work if they want any chance at the quidditch cup."
Lord, this woman could go on for hours
"Thankyou professor, I will ask Harry"
"Thats a good dear. You know, if Mr. Potter is too busy, you could always ask Mr. Weasley, it's not like he's going to be preoccupied with training, he's been suspended from the team."
With that, the flying teacher turned around and left with the sweep of her cloak
'Ask Ron for flying lessons? Hell no. Looks like I have to go find Harry. I really hope he won't be too busy to help me, otherwise i'm royally screwed'
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Hermione was writing a quick note to Harry from the desk in the head boy and girls common room. She hadn't been able to find him after her little chat with Madam Hooch.
'Harry. Need to talk to you ASAP, come to my common room as soon as you have time. The password is Greenleaf. Hermione.'
Hermione attached the note to a barn owl owned by the school. The owl, named Paris, hooted and flew out the window. the head girl sighed to herself.
At the exact same time, the portrait to the common room swung open and Draco entered. Looking much better than he had that morning, even all of his bruises on his face had healed.
"What are you sighing about?" Draco asked in his usual sticky peak fashion
"Oh..nothing important. Just..tired thats all"
"Oh" he replied
Cue the cliche'd awkward silence
Hermione was the first to break it
"So... did you go to see Madam Pomfrey?"
"Yeah, she fixed me up right away, and now i'm back to my beautiful self" He grinned in his old self rightious Draco fashion
Hermione merely rolled her eyes at him and picked up a book a began to read it
Draco smirked.
"What are you reading?"
"A book"
"What's it called?"
"The Fellowship of the Ring"
"Who's it by?"
"J.R.R Tolkien"
Hermiones patience was starting to wear thin. Draco of course knew this
"Who's that?"
"A Muggle author"
"What does J.R.R stand for?"
"I don't know"
"What's it about"
"A place called middle earth"
"Is it in the middle of the earth?"
"I don't know?"
"Why not?"
"Draco! Would you please stop ebing so purposly annoying. I am trying to concentrate on my book!"
"No you're not"
"Yes I am!"
"No you're not"
"Yes I am!"
"Then why is it upside down?"
Hermione went scarlett. She tried to blubber something. Draco smirked once again. Luckily hte brunette was saved from further embarrassment, by the portrait being flung open once again. Harry raced in.
"Hermione, are you alright? I raced up as soon as I got your note. Umm did you realize that you're rather flushes?"
Draco grinned (A/N- he does that a lot doesn't he?)
"Hello Potter. Nice of you to acknowledge my presence"
Harry gritted his teeth
'Alright, I know he helped out Hermione, but he still has 6 years of bastardly deeds to make up for.'
"Malfoy"
'Ohh better intervene bfore a fight breaks out here' Hermione thought hurridly to herself
She laughed awkwardly
"Oh no theres nothing seriously wrong Harry. It's just that...well I need your help with something"
"Yeah, anything" replied the Gryffindor quidditch captain
"Well, I need someone to help me practise flying a few times a week after school. If I don't improve on on very limited amount of skills I have then I'm sure to fail the class. You know I can't afford that"
Harry's face dropped
"OH Herm, i'm so sorry, but I really can't. You know i'd love to, but I have so much to do, with the team and all. I don't know if you heard, but on is booted off the side for awhile because of...."
He cast a sidelong glance at Draco
"Well...because of what happened at the game. So now I have to replace him and work on trying to get back in the running for the cup. I just don't have time. I'm so sorry"
Hermione felt extremely let down
"Oh...alright. Hooch said you might be a bit too busy, but I though i'd try anyway. Sorry for wasting your time, go back to the team...they probably need you to help them work out some stratagies"
Harry could see she was upset
"I really am sorry Herm. If I get any spare time later on in the year I might be able to help you then, ok?"
"Yeah ok,bye"
Harry lingered for a moment more, analysing the look on his best friends face
"Yeah...bye"
He turned around reluctantly and left the common room
Draco had been watching the entire scene with interest.
'So... miss perfect was actually in danger of failing something. Never thought i'd see the day'
Hermione had returned to the lounge she was previously sitting on, fighting back tears. She would NOT cry in front of Malfoy and she certainly wasn't going to run out of the room, that would be just as bad.
' She really looks upset' Draco thought to himself
'God i'm acting like I actually care. Lord, I DO care. Much more than Potter seems to anyway'
This thought satisfied him
He watched her a bit longer before an ingenius idea came to him. Yes, it would be perfect.
"Hermione"
"Yes" she replied stiffly
"I'll give you flying lessons"
Hermione nearly had a heart attack
' ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod. That would mean more time alone with him. Hmm..well I guess it does have its advantages, but it would be far too embarrassing. I simply couldn't. I would make a complete ass out of myself'
She managed to compose herself
"Oh I couldn't possibly interfere with your...."
He cut her short and rose from his chair
"Oh you wouldn't be, don't worry about it. You'll be a pro in no time, I am after all a brilliant flyer as you of course know. Besides, you know as well as I do that you are simply going giddy at the chance to be alone with me"
Hermione opened her mouth to yell profanities and protest at him but as usual was cut short once again by the Slyhterin
"See you on the quidditch pitch, Friday evening, 8pm"
He smirked at leaving her slightly in a rage and exited the room
Hermione stomped her foot in anger
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A/N-
sorry for once again taking so long to update guys :( yeah im lazy
I think you're going to be a wee but angrier at me now though. I won't be able to update for about 2-3 weeks because I have half yearly exams coming up (damn year 12) don't blame me though, if you want to blame something, blame the board of studies *starts singing* public education.....(for you NSW aussies out there, you know what ad im talking about)
anyway im sorry guys. I'll updateas soon as the exams are over
~Tegan