Hermione danced her way out of the classroom, thinking about the possibility that Ron may really like her. The problem was, she bumped into the person she really didn't want to bump into. Why did it always seem like when she didn't want to bump into him, she did?
"Can't you watch where your going?" cried Malfoy, his books flying out of his hands. Hermione felt guilty.
Hermione bent down to help him pick up his books when he turned angrily at her. "Don't even try to contamintate my books."
Hermione stared at him. "Whatever. Then you can do it your self."
Draco picked up his books gracefully and straightened up to look at her. "You're such a bitch."
Hermione raised one eyebrow. "Well if you weren't so stubborn than I wouldn't be," she retorted.
Draco walked away silently and mysteriously. Not saying a word back to her.
Hermione stormed away. Fine! Let him be like that! I offered him!
I know why she was daydreaming, thought Draco. She's all over that poor freak.
Draco checked his watch and graoned. He was missing class from McGonagall, and she was the only professor that wasn't too soft. Draco ran faster to McGonagall's classroom, picking up speed, and carrying the weight of his books in his arm. Unfortunately, his bag broke on the way down the steps because of Granger. And she didn't have the nerve to say sorry. Or at least he doesn't remember if she did.
"So let me get this straight: you have to plan a masquerade ball with Malfoy. You have to pick the songs with him. You have to traditionally dance the first dance with him. And you have to put up the theme and decorations with him," Ron said, bewildered, after Hermione relieved her worries and woes.
"Yes!" Hermione cried out impatienty. "And I don't think this is going to be an easy school year. Why he got chosen for head boy..."
"Why else?" said Harry dully chipping in on the conversation. "His father paid loads of money to the school government; they would probably have had him back if Dumbledore didn't interfere with the idea so much."
Hermione nearly tripped.
"You mean the school government chooses... not Dumbledore?"
Harry was shocked at seldom piece of information that Hermione didn't know but Harry did.
"Of course. You really think Dumbledore would stoop that low to actually make Malfoy head boy?" said Harry, unusually weary.
Hermione noticed Harry's weariness. "Harry, what is wrong?" said Hermione concernedly.
Harry looked at her. "Nothing Hermione. Nothing."
Ron noticed it too but decided not to push the situation.
"Today we will be reviewing transfiguring furniture into mammals. I would think by now all of you have mastered to transfigure furniture to puppets,"said McGonagall, fixing Harry and Ron with a beady glare.
"Yeah, the only thing I accomplished was transfiguring the pencil to a beanbag..." muttered Ron to Harry. God Forbid he told Hermione that she would suffer a heart attack.
Hermione sighed with relief. Today was an easy lesson. She had enough on her mind, but of course she wouldn't forget that lessons were the most important. Its just that today, well, she didn't feel like being Hermione. Everyone always has their moments where they feel like they deserve a break from being themselves.
Just then a figure barged into the room; head hung low. This took the class by surprise because no one ever barged into McGonagall's class. You wouldn't live to tell the tale.
McGonagall stared down at the intruder, her beady eyes fixed and her face contorted with fury at the nerve of this person to barge into her classroom.
"Would you be able to tell me why you are late, Mr. Malfoy?" McGonagall crossed her arms.
Hermione panicked. What if Malfoy tried to blame the whole fiasco on her? It was still really shameful to think that she knocked someone over and made them late for class all because of the red head sitting next to her.
Malfoy glanced at her. This was the one and only time to get her in trouble, and screamed at. And Malfoy never missed a chance when it came to her. But somehow, maybe the look on her face, told Malfoy that it would be wrong. A guilt nerve twinged.
"Uh- Professor Snape needed to ask me a question about my Polyjuice Potion Essay. He said he wanted to know why I didn't hand in Moste Ponte Potions back to the library if I was done with the essay," said Malfoy lazily. He was always a very good liar.
McGongall stared at him for another moment and it seemed to take her an age to say, "very well. But next time you pull that stunt again you will be staying for detention."
Malfoy nodded and opened up his books, not daring to glance at Hermione. The Mudblood will think I did it for her or something. And he didn't like the thought of being on good speaking terms with someone like her.
'
Hermione was seen after dinner, as usual, with a book in her hand, in her common room. She was undisturbed by anything and lucky Malfoy was down at dinner. She really didn't feel like fighting at the moment. She just didn't seem herself lately. She didn't know whether it was just the shock of having to plan a ball with Malfoy. Maybe.
But there was something about Malfoy that scared her. Malfoy had a tendency to sneak up on people while the aren't paying attention, whether he wanted them to be surprised or not. And that was just what he did now.
He froze at the site of Hermione. "Ugh, I thought you would still be down at dinner, drooling over Weasel."
Hermione stopped dead. What he just said really made her look up from her book.
"What is that supposed to mean?" she said defiantly, but nervously. Malfoy cackled.
"The way you look at him! As if he was king... something that he could never accomplish."
Hermione gasped. Was it that obvious? Was she that obvious?
Malfoy sat down lazily in a chair and looked at her, his eyes narrowed thoughtfully, gazing in her direction, something that somehow made her nervous.
After a while he spoke. "I hope you didn't get the wrong idea when I decided not to mention how you purposely knocked me over. Were you planning to ambush me?" Pissing her off was the only way that she would forget to think of it that way.
"Ambush you? Please Malfoy, let me at least digest before you say these kind of things," said Hermione irritably. It was true anyway.
"Please, you know you like me. Every other girl does."
Hermione remembered something when he said this.
"Rumor has it that you are going on a date with Pansy Saturday," she said curiously.
"Yea." said Malfoy. He twitched.
"But the problem is that you have to start the ball planning on that same day. You could get into deep crap if you don't attend," said Hermione sternly, reminding Malfoy strongly of McGonagall.
"Damn," said Malfoy, more to himself than to her. What was he going to tell Pansy now?
Hermione smirked. "Aw...you don't know what to tell your girlfriend?"
Malfoy smirked right back. "I don't know how to tell my girlfriend that I have to be spending a whole day with a Mudblood, instead of with her."
Hermione turned back to her book irritably. "Don't think that I am enjoying this anymore than you are."
Malfoy frowned. "Do you always read? Give it a break and show me a real argument!" he said forcefully.
Hermione shook her head. "I don't really feel like arguing, that's the problem."
Malfoy raised one eyebrow. Hermione raised her self off from the sofa and resolved to go to bed.
"Where are you going?" said Malfoy, in an almost concerned voice. Hermione noticed this but just decided that her ears were probably not working right.
As Hermione went to bed, she heard the sound of the guitar playing to a song that she knew. She wasn't sure whether it was a radio or a real person, but it sure felt good to hear music she recognized.
There's no one in town I know,
you gave us someplace to go,
I never said thank you for that,
I thought I might get one get one more chance.
What would you think of me now?
So lucky, so strong, so proud?'
I never said thank you for that,
now I'll never have a chance.
May angels lead you in
hear you me my friends
on sleepless roads the sleepless go.
May angels lead you in.
So what would you think of me now?
So lucky, so strong, so proud?
I never said thank you for that,
now I'll never have a chance.
May angels lead you in
hear you me my friends
on sleepless roads the sleepless go
may angels lead you in
may angels lead you in
may angels lead you in
and if you were with me tonight,
I'd sing to you just one more time,
a song for a heart so big,
God wouldn't let it live
may angels lead you in
hear you me my friends,
on sleepless roads the sleepless go.
May angels lead you in
may angels lead you in
hear you me my friends,
on sleepless roads the sleepless go,
may angels lead you in,
may angels lead you in...
(A/n did you people like it? I really didn't get time to make new chapters before... and my computer broke down so I just got a new one today. Yeah..the song is by Jimmy Eat World- Hear You Me. I love that song, plus it seemed to fit somehow. )
I would just like to make an announcement . . . I'M A DISCLAIMER.