Title: Childhood Crush
Author: Mini Squirt
Disclaimer: Blah, Blah, Blah :D
Rating: R
Chapter four: Memories
Draco groaned as steam billowed out from the open shower door, fogging up the mirror. Too lazy to properly towel himself off, he slung a towel around his hips and picked up the razor and began shaving off his five o'clock shadow.
As his hand skilfully manoeuvred around his granite jaw, he faulted when the sound off someone thumping on the door jarred him.
'Jeez, what does a man have to do to get a good shave without getting bloody interrupted?' He muttered. If his new roommate was going to be bloody impatient, then she could suffer the consequences! He smirked; placing the razor down he opened the door to reveal...
'You??!!'
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Hermione felt her heart pause momentarily before beginning a faster and more rapid tempo. Standing before her was Draco glowing like a blond haired Adonis. The hot steam rose from his sleek chest making her instantly aware of his virile masculinity. She stared, her mouth agape, her heart pounding against her ribs. Finally realizing just who she was oogling, Hermione snapped her mouth shut and felt heat bloom onto her cheeks. Draco was no longer her scrawny best friend, no, he had he had somehow over the years transformed into the sleek lion before her right now. And at that instant every inch of her femininity responded to him as a man.
Seeing Hermione standing before him with her mouth agape and face flushed, Draco smiled to himself inwardly, of all the head girls to become his roommate he got the girl of his dreams.
He had fallen in love with her at the age of eleven, when his father made his family move. He remembered the pain and heart wrenching sadness he had suffered through. Those first few months without her had stretched to resemble years, decades even. He remembered staying awake late at night trying to think of something to write to her, to explain why he had disappeared from her life without so much as a wave. But there was too much pain, too much of the torture he felt at not being able to say it to her face.
As always when he sat down to pen a letter, which could explain away everything, he stumbled and hesitated. Having too much and nothing to say.
When he finally did send her letter it was sent back to him unopened and unanswered. Months and stacks of unanswered letters later, Draco finally settled on defeat. Hermione had never forgiven him for leaving without explaining.
Over the years he had trained and worked hard, striving to become perfect in mind and in physical appearances, telling himself it was for his father but knowing deep down it was for Hermione.
Hermione, the one girl he hadn't been able to live without, the one girl he couldn't get off his mind, the one girl he loved.
Shaking his head he forced the memories back, placing a brick wall between his mind and emotions. There was time for sad thoughts later, right now he had to get past her defences, her pain and hurt. Plastering a fake smirk on his face he leered at her, knowing that the best way to break down her defences was to make her angry, angry enough to banish the indifference.
'Had your fill of gawking at my body Granger? If you beg, I might even give you a chance to warm my bed.' He ran burning eyes down her body slowly, pausing slightly at her lush curves, Hermione shivered. It wasn't in fear or disgust.
Feeling her face heat up Hermione narrowed her eyes. She was angry but more so at herself for responding to him then at him for making that jibe. After all it was a hell of a lot better then indifference, wasn't it. 'What the hell are you doing here Malfoy?' She demanded, trying to push the heat that had zoomed into her cheeks back down.
'Me?' Draco asked innocently, 'I didn't do anything. You're the one who came into my dormitory.' He said nonchalantly.
Hermione frowned noticing his emphasis on the word "my". 'Your dormitory? Oh no, no, dear god! Please don't tell me you're my roommate?'
'If you're gonna start praying do it somewhere else, this isn't a bloody convent,' snapped Draco. He shuttered his eyes before she could see the full extent of pain her words caused him.
'Oh, of all the aggravating, irritating bastards I get you!' Tossing her tumble of curls over her rigid shoulders, she brushed past him and stalked towards her bedroom.
'Tsk, tsk Sister Hermione, God wouldn't be happy with you for blaspheming,' Draco chuckled after her.
'Shut up, you bloody git! You're the one with shaving cream on your face.' Hermione taunted, the corner of her mouth turned up, cheekily.
'Been admiring my face have you? Knew you couldn't resist me,'
'Oh, stop hallucinating. Too bad they don't have a potion for insanity.' Hermione smirked. 'I'm going to go unpack all my cases, don't disturb me.'
'Don't worry I won't. I don't want to interrupt your time with God after all.' Draco called out, chuckling to himself as he heard the bedroom door slam.
Happy with the progress he had made, he sauntered back into the bathroom, grinning beneath the beard of shaving cream.
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Hearing the ocean waves crash against the shores in the distance, eight- year-old Hermione Granger felt tears well up in her eyes as she searched for Draco unable to find him in their favourite hideout. She sat on the pavement her head buried in her arms.
'Draco...' her sad sigh drifted on the breeze, swirling around her lone form, emphasizing her loneliness.
Draco must be avoiding her, but what had she done to make him so angry with her? She rattled her memories trying to come up with an answer. None came forth but one. She clung to the last happy memory of them together, breathing in the memory, the essence of him. 'I'm so sorry Hermione,' he whispered, his voice shaky and strained. His arms tightened around her, clinging onto her scrawny frame like tentacles. Memories. But memories were all she had left of him. What if...
She felt bile rise to her throat as her mind conjured up worst fears.
Shaking her head she decided to search for Draco at his mansion. She hated the mansion, the way it was always so cold and creepy, but she would brave her worst fears to see him again.
As she turned the corner on his house she heard the unmistakable purring of a car engine, she felt a cold shiver of fear enter her spine. Dashing towards the mansion she spotted Draco's car getting ready to leave. Relief washed over her as the feeling of dread ceased, Draco was still here. A wide smile alighted her small face. Draco must have been busy, she knew that Mr, Malfoy travelled a lot and when he did, Draco was usually unavailable for several days.
That was it; Draco wasn't avoiding her, he had just been busy( her rambling thoughts skidded to a halt as she squinted at the tinted windows, making out the squiggly silhouettes. She knew Berkley, the Malfoy's driver, and he didn't look like that. No the man in the driver's seat looked more like Malfoy's father! But Mr. Malfoy never drove, Berkley did.
Feeling slightly frantic, Hermione rushed towards the Malfoy gates. She looked around and she realised that none of the servants were around the Mansion. It was empty.
The colour drained from her chubby cheeks as Hermione realized what was happening. Draco was going away, for good. She felt her heart seize and spun around frantically. Seeing the car still paused at the corner of the street, she rushed forward. But she wasn't fast enough, wasn't quick enough to stop it as the car zoomed off into the distance leaving Hermione alone and struggling to chase after it. Knowing that she would never catch up with the car, Hermione stumbled to a halt and dropped to her knees, uncaring that she was in the middle of the road.
Tugging at her curls, she felt the hurt well up inside her tiny frame and tear a heart-wrenching cry from her...
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'Draco!!!' the tormented cry echoed through the darkened room jolting Hermione awake. Hot tears streamed down her clammy cheeks. Her heated body was drenched in sweat, her heart pounded against her ribcage like a furious drumbeat.
Shuddering, Hermione curled into a foetus position and let the tears flow. It had been so long since the dream had occurred. It was the last time she seen Draco before he had moved away, leaving her in broken pieces unable to mend.
She remembered the months of loneliness, days and weeks filled with pain and a hollow emptiness. For a while she had given up hope of ever being able to mend but slowly she had forced herself to pick up the pieces, to learn to move on. She sent back the letters Draco had sent her, unopened and unable to forgive him for what he had done to her.
Feeling her eyes droop, Hermione lay back in bed as fatigue claimed her.
In the bed on the other side of the wall, the blond hair boy jolted awake hearing the heart-wrenching cry, knowing instinctively that it was Hermione. He felt his heart jerk at the pain he could hear in her voice, but he knew he didn't have the right to comfort her. Because if he was right about why she had cried out, he knew that it was him who had caused her that torment in the first place.
When at last her gentle sobbing quietened to a deep even breathing he knew she was asleep. But he himself was unable to fall back to sleep as the anguished cry echoed into his mind, like a howling curse. His eyes didn't close until the early streams of dawn broke out onto the horizon.
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Hermione yawned and rubbed her eyes as she sat up in bed the next morning. She winced when she realized that that might not have been the best thing to do. Her eyes were aching and her head spinning. As the memories of last night's nightmare flashed across her mind, she felt herself stiffen with anger and pain.
Malfoy that bastard, she couldn't forgive him.
She wouldn't forgive him.
Getting out of bed, she threw on her robes and dragged a brush through her tangle of curls. She felt like Annie the orphan with all these unmanageable curls, she was just glad they weren't a fiery red. Hearing the melodious twittering of the morning birds, Hermione went to the window and found herself looking up at a clear cerulean sky.
She sighed. What was the use of getting angry with Draco today? It wasn't as though she could do anything about it.
Grabbing her backpack she slipped on her shoes and quickly glancing at her watch to make sure she wasn't late, descended down the stairs towards the main hall.
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Sitting at the Slytherin table, Draco felt restless as he craned his head around looking for a certain brown mop of unruly tresses.
Ever since he had woken up his mind had been consumed with guilt and anguish. In his mind he could still hear the echo of Hermione's anguished scream as a feeling of dread succumbed within him.
Feeling a light tap on his shoulder Draco felt his senses jump as the awareness of someone watching him trickled down his spine.
Turning around he found himself staring into his best mate Blaise Zabini's twinkling violet eyes.
Heaving out a large sigh he grinned, 'Trust you to give me a heart attack before it's time for me to leave this wasted place that the Muggle's lovingly call earth.'
Blaise grinned, 'Don't worry Malfoy, it's mutual love for the Muggles and the dirt.' He laughed running his hand through his blondish brown hair not noticing that he had in the process mussed up the perfect spikes which had taken him ages to achieve.
Draco's grin suddenly changed into a scowl faster then Professor McGonagall could transform into that stupid cat. He watched Hermione descend from the great hall with her friends, Potty and Weasel. His hands clenched at his sides.
He hated her friends. Hated the stupid scar headed golden boy Potter and his hand-me down sidekick Weasley. Glaring he shoved the rest of his toast into his mouth and grabbed his bag and stormed out the hall towards the lake hoping to relax beside the giant squid.
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Hermione shivered as she entered the hall feeling as though a cold draft had suddenly settled upon her shoulders. A shiver ran down her spine and she turned around, finding herself facing a pair of silvery grey eyes, which were at the moment angrily glaring at her.
Turning around she joined into the conversation that was happening between Harry and Ron.
'Do you know what we should do? We should blast Mrs Norris and hide her in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. No one's stupid or brave enough to want to go and search for her there.' Ron said smugly as he rubbed his swelling red ankle and grimaced.
Harry laughed, 'It's your fault, if you hadn't been stupid enough to walk on her tail, she wouldn't have wanted to get even. I don't really blame her for taking a bite at your ankle. After all who could resist such succulent looking meat?' Harry joked, eyeing his best mate's hairy leg.
Ron scowled, 'Great best mate you are.' He muttered.
Hermione rolled her eyes and laughed.
As Draco strode pass, Hermione could only smirk as she glimpsed his anger and annoyance.
As laughter rang out through the hall, Hermione saw Draco's best friend Blaise Zabini. He had that disgusting wide grin on his mouth and had his head bent down beside Hogwarts slut Pansy Parkinson.
With enough makeup to do over a circus full of clowns, skintight miniskirts all year round and blouses so transparent and tight across her chest, she made prostitutes look innocent. Hermione, frowned and glowered, she had no idea why Draco found her so appealing.
Feeling angry with herself for thinking about him, Hermione suddenly stood up ignoring Ron and Harry's startled looks. Striding out the of the packed, noisy hall she grabbed her books and headed towards the lake hoping for some fresh air to clear her mind before her morning classes.
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Leaning against the giant oak tree from across the lake Draco sighed as he skimmed the pebble across the lake water. A faintly amused grin flashed as a giant rubbery tentacle shot out of the water and grabbed the pebble before thrashing deep down again.
Closing his eyes he heaved in a breath of air trying to clear his head as all his emotions scattered across his mind.
As a deep sigh issued from behind him, Draco opened his eyes and yawned getting up slowly. He stretched his arms as he curiously turned around his eyes searching for someone.
His smile turned into a wicked grin as he spotted Hermione leaning against the tree, obviously ignorant of his presence.
"I've got her just where I want her," thought Draco gleefully, as he rubbed his hands together. And he had the perfect mastermind plan, to scare Hermione out of her wits and into his evil clutches. He grinned at his juvenile thoughts.
Looking down at his evilly clutched hands, Draco grinned as he fondly recalled a memory. It had been a cleverly thought out plan involving a talking scarecrow, a broom and a couple of dancing rats. He had scared Hermione so badly that she had refused to talk to him for ages. Until he "Draco Malfoy" finally was able to apologize while keeping a straight face. Which at the age of six had been terribly hard.
It seemed as though the happy memories where getting furtherer and furtherer away from him, Draco thought as he clenched his hands. That was why he was determined to win Hermione back into his arms again.
Looking up into the tree, Draco spotted a lonely apple hanging amongst the leafy branches as the sunlight filtered through the braches spreading warm sunlight onto his face. Draco's face suddenly split into an evil grin, his mind whirling images that involved changing the apple into an apple pie with cream and a pissed off Hermione.
Yip, pure genius.
Draco whipped out his wand as he concentrated on the apple. As he muttered a charm, the shiny red apple silently started to slowly float towards him.
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To all my wonderful reviewers I'd to say a big thank you especially to those who added me onto their favourites list and Author alerts. If anyone wants to ask questions or informed when my next chapter is due in please send a message to my hotmail account: Also I'm currently working on chapter five and it shouldn't be to long before it comes out.
Squirt
Chapter four: Memories
Draco groaned as steam billowed out from the open shower door, fogging up the mirror. Too lazy to properly towel himself off, he slung a towel around his hips and picked up the razor and began shaving off his five o'clock shadow.
As his hand skilfully manoeuvred around his granite jaw, he faulted when the sound off someone thumping on the door jarred him.
'Jeez, what does a man have to do to get a good shave without getting bloody interrupted?' He muttered. If his new roommate was going to be bloody impatient, then she could suffer the consequences! He smirked; placing the razor down he opened the door to reveal...
'You??!!'
.
Hermione felt her heart pause momentarily before beginning a faster and more rapid tempo. Standing before her was Draco glowing like a blond haired Adonis. The hot steam rose from his sleek chest making her instantly aware of his virile masculinity. She stared, her mouth agape, her heart pounding against her ribs. Finally realizing just who she was oogling, Hermione snapped her mouth shut and felt heat bloom onto her cheeks. Draco was no longer her scrawny best friend, no, he had he had somehow over the years transformed into the sleek lion before her right now. And at that instant every inch of her femininity responded to him as a man.
Seeing Hermione standing before him with her mouth agape and face flushed, Draco smiled to himself inwardly, of all the head girls to become his roommate he got the girl of his dreams.
He had fallen in love with her at the age of eleven, when his father made his family move. He remembered the pain and heart wrenching sadness he had suffered through. Those first few months without her had stretched to resemble years, decades even. He remembered staying awake late at night trying to think of something to write to her, to explain why he had disappeared from her life without so much as a wave. But there was too much pain, too much of the torture he felt at not being able to say it to her face.
As always when he sat down to pen a letter, which could explain away everything, he stumbled and hesitated. Having too much and nothing to say.
When he finally did send her letter it was sent back to him unopened and unanswered. Months and stacks of unanswered letters later, Draco finally settled on defeat. Hermione had never forgiven him for leaving without explaining.
Over the years he had trained and worked hard, striving to become perfect in mind and in physical appearances, telling himself it was for his father but knowing deep down it was for Hermione.
Hermione, the one girl he hadn't been able to live without, the one girl he couldn't get off his mind, the one girl he loved.
Shaking his head he forced the memories back, placing a brick wall between his mind and emotions. There was time for sad thoughts later, right now he had to get past her defences, her pain and hurt. Plastering a fake smirk on his face he leered at her, knowing that the best way to break down her defences was to make her angry, angry enough to banish the indifference.
'Had your fill of gawking at my body Granger? If you beg, I might even give you a chance to warm my bed.' He ran burning eyes down her body slowly, pausing slightly at her lush curves, Hermione shivered. It wasn't in fear or disgust.
Feeling her face heat up Hermione narrowed her eyes. She was angry but more so at herself for responding to him then at him for making that jibe. After all it was a hell of a lot better then indifference, wasn't it. 'What the hell are you doing here Malfoy?' She demanded, trying to push the heat that had zoomed into her cheeks back down.
'Me?' Draco asked innocently, 'I didn't do anything. You're the one who came into my dormitory.' He said nonchalantly.
Hermione frowned noticing his emphasis on the word "my". 'Your dormitory? Oh no, no, dear god! Please don't tell me you're my roommate?'
'If you're gonna start praying do it somewhere else, this isn't a bloody convent,' snapped Draco. He shuttered his eyes before she could see the full extent of pain her words caused him.
'Oh, of all the aggravating, irritating bastards I get you!' Tossing her tumble of curls over her rigid shoulders, she brushed past him and stalked towards her bedroom.
'Tsk, tsk Sister Hermione, God wouldn't be happy with you for blaspheming,' Draco chuckled after her.
'Shut up, you bloody git! You're the one with shaving cream on your face.' Hermione taunted, the corner of her mouth turned up, cheekily.
'Been admiring my face have you? Knew you couldn't resist me,'
'Oh, stop hallucinating. Too bad they don't have a potion for insanity.' Hermione smirked. 'I'm going to go unpack all my cases, don't disturb me.'
'Don't worry I won't. I don't want to interrupt your time with God after all.' Draco called out, chuckling to himself as he heard the bedroom door slam.
Happy with the progress he had made, he sauntered back into the bathroom, grinning beneath the beard of shaving cream.
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Hearing the ocean waves crash against the shores in the distance, eight- year-old Hermione Granger felt tears well up in her eyes as she searched for Draco unable to find him in their favourite hideout. She sat on the pavement her head buried in her arms.
'Draco...' her sad sigh drifted on the breeze, swirling around her lone form, emphasizing her loneliness.
Draco must be avoiding her, but what had she done to make him so angry with her? She rattled her memories trying to come up with an answer. None came forth but one. She clung to the last happy memory of them together, breathing in the memory, the essence of him. 'I'm so sorry Hermione,' he whispered, his voice shaky and strained. His arms tightened around her, clinging onto her scrawny frame like tentacles. Memories. But memories were all she had left of him. What if...
She felt bile rise to her throat as her mind conjured up worst fears.
Shaking her head she decided to search for Draco at his mansion. She hated the mansion, the way it was always so cold and creepy, but she would brave her worst fears to see him again.
As she turned the corner on his house she heard the unmistakable purring of a car engine, she felt a cold shiver of fear enter her spine. Dashing towards the mansion she spotted Draco's car getting ready to leave. Relief washed over her as the feeling of dread ceased, Draco was still here. A wide smile alighted her small face. Draco must have been busy, she knew that Mr, Malfoy travelled a lot and when he did, Draco was usually unavailable for several days.
That was it; Draco wasn't avoiding her, he had just been busy( her rambling thoughts skidded to a halt as she squinted at the tinted windows, making out the squiggly silhouettes. She knew Berkley, the Malfoy's driver, and he didn't look like that. No the man in the driver's seat looked more like Malfoy's father! But Mr. Malfoy never drove, Berkley did.
Feeling slightly frantic, Hermione rushed towards the Malfoy gates. She looked around and she realised that none of the servants were around the Mansion. It was empty.
The colour drained from her chubby cheeks as Hermione realized what was happening. Draco was going away, for good. She felt her heart seize and spun around frantically. Seeing the car still paused at the corner of the street, she rushed forward. But she wasn't fast enough, wasn't quick enough to stop it as the car zoomed off into the distance leaving Hermione alone and struggling to chase after it. Knowing that she would never catch up with the car, Hermione stumbled to a halt and dropped to her knees, uncaring that she was in the middle of the road.
Tugging at her curls, she felt the hurt well up inside her tiny frame and tear a heart-wrenching cry from her...
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'Draco!!!' the tormented cry echoed through the darkened room jolting Hermione awake. Hot tears streamed down her clammy cheeks. Her heated body was drenched in sweat, her heart pounded against her ribcage like a furious drumbeat.
Shuddering, Hermione curled into a foetus position and let the tears flow. It had been so long since the dream had occurred. It was the last time she seen Draco before he had moved away, leaving her in broken pieces unable to mend.
She remembered the months of loneliness, days and weeks filled with pain and a hollow emptiness. For a while she had given up hope of ever being able to mend but slowly she had forced herself to pick up the pieces, to learn to move on. She sent back the letters Draco had sent her, unopened and unable to forgive him for what he had done to her.
Feeling her eyes droop, Hermione lay back in bed as fatigue claimed her.
In the bed on the other side of the wall, the blond hair boy jolted awake hearing the heart-wrenching cry, knowing instinctively that it was Hermione. He felt his heart jerk at the pain he could hear in her voice, but he knew he didn't have the right to comfort her. Because if he was right about why she had cried out, he knew that it was him who had caused her that torment in the first place.
When at last her gentle sobbing quietened to a deep even breathing he knew she was asleep. But he himself was unable to fall back to sleep as the anguished cry echoed into his mind, like a howling curse. His eyes didn't close until the early streams of dawn broke out onto the horizon.
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Hermione yawned and rubbed her eyes as she sat up in bed the next morning. She winced when she realized that that might not have been the best thing to do. Her eyes were aching and her head spinning. As the memories of last night's nightmare flashed across her mind, she felt herself stiffen with anger and pain.
Malfoy that bastard, she couldn't forgive him.
She wouldn't forgive him.
Getting out of bed, she threw on her robes and dragged a brush through her tangle of curls. She felt like Annie the orphan with all these unmanageable curls, she was just glad they weren't a fiery red. Hearing the melodious twittering of the morning birds, Hermione went to the window and found herself looking up at a clear cerulean sky.
She sighed. What was the use of getting angry with Draco today? It wasn't as though she could do anything about it.
Grabbing her backpack she slipped on her shoes and quickly glancing at her watch to make sure she wasn't late, descended down the stairs towards the main hall.
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Sitting at the Slytherin table, Draco felt restless as he craned his head around looking for a certain brown mop of unruly tresses.
Ever since he had woken up his mind had been consumed with guilt and anguish. In his mind he could still hear the echo of Hermione's anguished scream as a feeling of dread succumbed within him.
Feeling a light tap on his shoulder Draco felt his senses jump as the awareness of someone watching him trickled down his spine.
Turning around he found himself staring into his best mate Blaise Zabini's twinkling violet eyes.
Heaving out a large sigh he grinned, 'Trust you to give me a heart attack before it's time for me to leave this wasted place that the Muggle's lovingly call earth.'
Blaise grinned, 'Don't worry Malfoy, it's mutual love for the Muggles and the dirt.' He laughed running his hand through his blondish brown hair not noticing that he had in the process mussed up the perfect spikes which had taken him ages to achieve.
Draco's grin suddenly changed into a scowl faster then Professor McGonagall could transform into that stupid cat. He watched Hermione descend from the great hall with her friends, Potty and Weasel. His hands clenched at his sides.
He hated her friends. Hated the stupid scar headed golden boy Potter and his hand-me down sidekick Weasley. Glaring he shoved the rest of his toast into his mouth and grabbed his bag and stormed out the hall towards the lake hoping to relax beside the giant squid.
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Hermione shivered as she entered the hall feeling as though a cold draft had suddenly settled upon her shoulders. A shiver ran down her spine and she turned around, finding herself facing a pair of silvery grey eyes, which were at the moment angrily glaring at her.
Turning around she joined into the conversation that was happening between Harry and Ron.
'Do you know what we should do? We should blast Mrs Norris and hide her in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. No one's stupid or brave enough to want to go and search for her there.' Ron said smugly as he rubbed his swelling red ankle and grimaced.
Harry laughed, 'It's your fault, if you hadn't been stupid enough to walk on her tail, she wouldn't have wanted to get even. I don't really blame her for taking a bite at your ankle. After all who could resist such succulent looking meat?' Harry joked, eyeing his best mate's hairy leg.
Ron scowled, 'Great best mate you are.' He muttered.
Hermione rolled her eyes and laughed.
As Draco strode pass, Hermione could only smirk as she glimpsed his anger and annoyance.
As laughter rang out through the hall, Hermione saw Draco's best friend Blaise Zabini. He had that disgusting wide grin on his mouth and had his head bent down beside Hogwarts slut Pansy Parkinson.
With enough makeup to do over a circus full of clowns, skintight miniskirts all year round and blouses so transparent and tight across her chest, she made prostitutes look innocent. Hermione, frowned and glowered, she had no idea why Draco found her so appealing.
Feeling angry with herself for thinking about him, Hermione suddenly stood up ignoring Ron and Harry's startled looks. Striding out the of the packed, noisy hall she grabbed her books and headed towards the lake hoping for some fresh air to clear her mind before her morning classes.
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Leaning against the giant oak tree from across the lake Draco sighed as he skimmed the pebble across the lake water. A faintly amused grin flashed as a giant rubbery tentacle shot out of the water and grabbed the pebble before thrashing deep down again.
Closing his eyes he heaved in a breath of air trying to clear his head as all his emotions scattered across his mind.
As a deep sigh issued from behind him, Draco opened his eyes and yawned getting up slowly. He stretched his arms as he curiously turned around his eyes searching for someone.
His smile turned into a wicked grin as he spotted Hermione leaning against the tree, obviously ignorant of his presence.
"I've got her just where I want her," thought Draco gleefully, as he rubbed his hands together. And he had the perfect mastermind plan, to scare Hermione out of her wits and into his evil clutches. He grinned at his juvenile thoughts.
Looking down at his evilly clutched hands, Draco grinned as he fondly recalled a memory. It had been a cleverly thought out plan involving a talking scarecrow, a broom and a couple of dancing rats. He had scared Hermione so badly that she had refused to talk to him for ages. Until he "Draco Malfoy" finally was able to apologize while keeping a straight face. Which at the age of six had been terribly hard.
It seemed as though the happy memories where getting furtherer and furtherer away from him, Draco thought as he clenched his hands. That was why he was determined to win Hermione back into his arms again.
Looking up into the tree, Draco spotted a lonely apple hanging amongst the leafy branches as the sunlight filtered through the braches spreading warm sunlight onto his face. Draco's face suddenly split into an evil grin, his mind whirling images that involved changing the apple into an apple pie with cream and a pissed off Hermione.
Yip, pure genius.
Draco whipped out his wand as he concentrated on the apple. As he muttered a charm, the shiny red apple silently started to slowly float towards him.
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To all my wonderful reviewers I'd to say a big thank you especially to those who added me onto their favourites list and Author alerts. If anyone wants to ask questions or informed when my next chapter is due in please send a message to my hotmail account: Also I'm currently working on chapter five and it shouldn't be to long before it comes out.
Squirt