Chapter 11
Hermione was curious. What was wrong with him?
She shrugged it off and headed to class. He didn't go to any of his classes. She didn't know why but the lack of his presence in class was really annoying her.
She headed off to take refuge in the library for lunch and found him on one of the vast number if tables asleep. She poked him and called his name but to no avail.
"Draco!" she shouted in his ear.
He just shrugged.
She was getting really irritated.
She conjured up a bucket of ice cold water and poured it on his head.
That woke him up.
"Bloody hell!" he shouted and immediately cast a drying and warming spell on himself.
"Glad you finally woke." She smirked at him.
"Yeah well… wait. What are you doing here! Isn't it time for class?" he asked.
"Yes and no. it's already lunch. How come you haven't been to any of your classes?" she asked.
"And how did you notice? Have some kind of radar to find if I come near or something? Or maybe… you fancy me don't you?" he accused.
"You? Ha! You make me want to laugh! I fancy you. I really do! Oh how I wish you would look at me like you do those other girls! Not." She said sarcastically.
"But you just said it! And I quote 'I fancy you.' End quote." He smirked.
"I was being sarcastic." She defended.
"Uh huh, and cows can fly." He laughed.
Before she could retaliate, he left.
'Urgh! Well… at least he is back to normal.' She thought.
The rest of the day went by normally with Draco attending his classes. He felt so much better after his little run in with Hermione.
The lessons were growing harder and harder. He had to admit. He admired how Potter (Hermione) could keep her grades up so high.
After a long tiring day he went into the common room for some well needed rest time when suddenly he was confronted by the Slytherin Quidditch team.
"Hey Malfoy! You haven't been going to practice!" they accused.
"No one told me of any practice Lankley." He shot back at the Slytherin Captain. He would have been captain if he hadn't made head boy. He had to choose between both and he thought head boy was more rewarding.
"Oh… But… we passed a message through Crabbe and Goyle." Lankley said lamely. Draco smirked. He knew Lankley was afraid of him. Ever since he almost killed the poor guy while practicing dueling at Malfoy manor when his good for nothing father wanted to train him.
"Lankley, you and I both know that Crabbe and Goyle are only intelligent enough to forget what they ate five seconds ago. Why in the world would you entrust them with a matter of such importance?" Draco said coolly looking down on the Captain who was much shorter than him.
"Oh. Sorry there Malfoy. Anyway, there is practice in five minutes if you would like to join us." Lankley smiled nervously.
"When is the first game?" Draco asked.
"This Saturday. Against Gryffindor." Lankley announced.
"I'll be there. Give me a minute. You go ahead." He declared.
The Slytherin team ran off in fear that Draco would hex them behind their backs.
He chuckled inwardly and ran off.
He grabbed his broom and changed into his Quidditch uniform.
He passed Hermione on the way out of the still beach like common room.
"Hey! Where do you think you're going?" she asked.
"Quidditch." He shouted and ran.
He arrived at the pitch just as the team was about to lift off.
He practiced well into the night.
As soon as he arrived at the common room he was greeted by a soft breeze and a breath taking sky. He was staring when he heard some clicking noises.
"Potter? What in Merlin's name are you doing?" he asked.
"Taking pictures." She answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
She continued taking pictures of the stars, moon, horizon and beach.
"Why?" he asked.
"Coz it's beautiful." She said taking a picture of a shooting star.
"Wont those just come out blank?" he asked.
"What is this? 20 questions? Anyway, no. I cast a spell on the lens." She said as she twirled around taking pictures.
He sighed and emitted a cough that sounded awfully like,
"Mental."
"What did you say?" she asked innocently.
"Nothing. Nothing." He said as he rolled his eyes. It was too dark for her to see anyway.
"Whatever Malfoy." She answered and began walking towards her door.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"To sleep?"
"Oh. Okay." He sounded so lame! What was happening?
Just as she approached her door a bright light was emitted from inside just as she turned the knob.
"What was that!" he voiced out.
"I honestly don't know." She told him and shut her door behind her.
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