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Guess What? I didn't make the characters for this. Or the setting. In fact, J.K Rowling did all the work and made all the money. I just decided to waltz in here and make a little fanfic
That pales in greatness compared to her story. So ya. Don't sue me.
Yesh! The fourth chapter! Praise whoever got me off my lazy butt and made me type it!
Anyhoo, here it is! Might I add, all my chapters are going to be sort of short, but that way it's easier to write, edit, and get to you ASAP!
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Chapter 4--Confused Apology--
"Your doing WHAT?! On a SATURDAY? We don't even have any homework!" Ron waved around a piece of toast, coming dangerously close to Neville's head.
"I can't believe you're shocked by this!" Hermione toyed with her scrambled eggs nervously, her playful tone not reflecting her angst.
"Yeah, Ron, after 6 years it hasn't hit you that she LIKES to go to the library?" Harry laughed and stuffed a piece of omelette in his mouth.
"Well, I thought you were gonna come and watch us practice... and besides." Ron rolled his eyes, "You must've read every book in there 5 times already!"
"6th time is the charm!" She flashed a grin and swung her bag over her shoulder. "See you guys later!"
Hermione walked toward the entrance hall, but stopped near the door, pretending to look through her rucksack for something. Her eyes over to the Slytherin table, where Malfoy still sat, surrounded by his admirers and cronies. The group around him was breaking out in laughter. She sighed and headed off to the library, still fidgeting anxiously.
The halls were empty and cool, and her steps echoed around her. Do I really want to do this? I think Malfoy just cracked, went nuts. He hasn't even looked at me this morning. And where did that stupid spell come from, I've never even heard of it! How can he perform a spell above MY level? Its probably black magick... She snorted, then stepped into the library, breathing in the smell of ink and dust. It embraced her, and settled her mind. I have to do this. I have to find out how to break this spell. He won't get away with this. I have a chance to get Malfoy back for once, and I might be able to get him expelled! She grinned at this thought, grabbed a stack of books, and settled down into a chair. Autumn morning light was streaming in through the window, and she was prepared to stay there all weekend if she had to.
Damnit, you would think they were lapdogs; they are so fucking hard to get rid of. Draco slipped quietly into the library, glad to have a chance to rest. He usually liked being the center of attention, but it grew tiring after awhile. After all, all he got to do was make fun of people, and while that was amusing, he wasn't allowed to show emotions.
He rubbed the bridge of his nose, and leaned against a bookcase. Draco shook his hair from his face, and took a deep breath, preparing himself for the worst. Why am I doing this anyway? I don't need to explain myself to a mudblood! Despite his pride, his feet moved forward, carrying him around the bookcase.
But even though the spell is strong, she could find out how to break it. I don't need that prat running around school telling stories about me. He walked through the library, scanning the aisles, staring at empty alcove after empty alcove.
But that's not why you want to apologize. A little voice sounded in the back of his mind. You LIKE her. You don't WANT her on your bad side...
THAT'S NOT TRUE! I'm just messing with her head. Its just fun and games. Screwing with her, that's all. He sniffed, and held his head a bit higher. He wasn't sacrificing his pride, or betraying his blood. Not for a mudblood.
He walked on, and neared the other end of the library. Just as he was about to go off and search somewhere else, he peered around the last bookcase, and, sure enough, there she was. Hermione was surrounded by piles of books, flipping through the pages, looking worn out. Her curls fell around her face, and her robe was hanging off the back off her chair. She donned a muggle blouse with her school skirt, and knee-length socks. Draco's arousal mixed with his annoyance. How bloody long has she been here? It's almost 6 o'clock.
He silently sauntered over to her, peering at her stack of books. Olde Spells and How to Break Them, Counter Curses for Dummies, Bewitching for the Bewitched? All these are on how to break spells... so it must've worked! She can't say a word about what happened! He grinned to himself, proud of his mastery of the spell. After all, it had been a difficult dark magick spell. It would take a genius to break it, so he COULD just turn around and leave.
Damnit, Granger IS a genius. I can't leave it like this anyway, its bound to wear off sometime. He sighed, and announced himself (yes she STILL hadn't noticed that he was standing across from her) with a little "ahem".
As Hermione looked up, Draco went into 'smug' mode. He leaned against the bookcase, and examined his manicured nails.
"What do you want, Ferret boy? Get out of here, I'm busy..." Her voice trembled and she coughed, revealing how nervous she really was. Draco was in control.
He smirked, detaching himself from the bookcase, pulled out a chair and sat sideways on it, facing the window. He turned his face toward her, and she looked rather annoyed. "Calm down, Granger. I won't pull anything here." She winced at his calm tone, and Draco's eyes moved downward. The muggle blouse was slightly see-through, and it hugged her curves. She was wearing a pink bra, he could see. He made a soft groaning sound and looked away, turning pink. But Hermione was too anxious to notice.
"Take your curse off me, Malfoy, or I'll curse you into oblivion!" Her voice slithered with irritation now, and she slammed her book shut, her cinnamon eyes narrowed in anger.
"Sorry, Mudblood, but I can't do that. I don't know the countercurse. I guess you're on your own." This wasn't going as planned... "But that's now why I'm he-"
"Yeah RIGHT Malfoy, don't LIE to me. Whatever book you got your curse from would list the countercurse as well. Now give it to me!"
"I'm NOT lying. I don't KNOW the countercurse because I learned it from my father. It's been taught without a book for generations now, and I don't even know if there IS a countercurse." He began to get annoyed, and leaned forward in his seat, raising his voice as he spoke.
"WHY...YOU... I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU! STOP SCREWING WITH ME, TAKE THIS CURSE OFF ME, YOU FILTHY, SLIMY, SON OF A -"
"SHUT YOUR MOUTH!" In a second, he was reaching across the table, his wand pointing at her neck. She froze in fear again, and he took his hand down, hear racing, looking her straight in the eyes. "I told you I don't KNOW the counter curse, and you can ask me under veritiserum, because I'm not lying. And, in case you were wondering, I came here to apologize." His tone turned icy as her pushed himself up from the table. "But I don't need to apologize to a piece of FILTH like you. I'd watch your back, Granger, because you can't hide behind Potter and Weasley forever." He swung his hair from his face and stalked off, leaving her in a state of shock.