A/n: Hey every one!!! Woo, it's been a long time since I last left anything up. Hope you're not too angry with me…anyway, I hope to make this chapter a bit longer than the rest. Malfoy (the original) will be unduly humiliated in this one by the nice Malfoy. I'd feel sorry for him if he wasn't so obnoxiously mean.
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Chapter 3: Hermione really, really, wants a sedative
After breakfast, Hermione sped up from the rest and began the walk to Arithmancy. As she neared the classroom, she heard footsteps behind her. Her turned around and saw Malfoy following her.
"Hermione!" he called down the hall. She turned back around and quickened her pace. No doubt he wanted to tease her about something, and she was not in the mood to listen to his mudblood talk. She was already in a bad mood because she had not studied enough (only 4 hours) for the upcoming quiz Professor Vector had been hinting at, but why Malfoy had addressed her by her first name, she could not guess at. But he followed her down the hall in this fashion, his face hopeful and every so often tripping on the hem of his robes.
This is really unlike Malfoy. Thought Hermione. What in the world does he think he's doing? She finally got fed up with it and turned around, nearly smacking into Malfoy, who had began to run.
"Her-mione…" He said panting, bending over with his hands on his knees, catching his breath. "I –was wondering- if- you would like to go to Hogsmeade with me- on our next weekend?"
Hermione was so taken aback that she took several steps backward before asking, "What?"
He was about to repeat his question before she stopped him and said, "What? So you can make fun of me? Or did you lose a bet?" Malfoy looked so crestfallen that Hermione felt the words; "Sorry" tumble out before she could just walk away.
He regained himself and said, "Then maybe I could walk with you to class?" and when that was met with similar responses, he said, "See you around," and sadly walked away.
"Well," Hermione said to herself, "that was beyond weird." She temporarily shoved it out of her mind and continued to class.
But she couldn't forget about it. There was something different about him altogether, the way he carried himself, the way he talked to her, his smiles, were just somehow more…Hermione cast around for words to describe it…pleasant, she decided upon. She was so plagued by it that she wasn't always the first one with her hand raised, and she had to attempt her confusion potion several times before it was up to her usual standard, which puzzled even Snape to the point that he stood and watched her, fascinated, stare off into space while the narwhale mucus poured a foot away from her potion onto the floor.
~Later that day…~
Later that afternoon, she was working on her homework when she heard snowballs being thrown and the tower window. Already annoyed, she threw open the windows to she Malfoy on the ground with a fist full of flowers a couple stories below her.
As soon as he saw her looking, he placed a hand on his chest and threw back his head, beaming at her.
"Hermione, Hermione, won't thou be…uh…mine-ione," he said, struggling to rhyme, "Beautiful and fair, what a rare creature, thou, ummm," he said struggling again, "are?" He gave her a sheepish smile.
Hermione gaped at him, open mouthed, until Harry and Ron joined her at the window. They saw the clutch of roses in his hand and Ron said, "Your going out of your skull, Malfoy!" and shut the window so fast it dumped a rather large pile of snow on him.
Hermione shook her head and, mystified, went back to her homework.
A/n: I think that was a bit longer, but I mustn't get my hopes up. ~Sigh~ Hope you like!
~Cellie~