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Summary: Draco/Hermione. I've read some really good fics about them and I just thought that I'd try my hand at it. Can one moment change anything?
A/N: I got some really nice reviews, and decided to keep on going through. I think I have an idea of where this chapter's going to go, and I promise that it'll be a long one this time. Right, and a little note for this fic: BOOK 6 NEVER HAPPENED.
Pranks Are So Siriusly Padfoot: Do I get my bribe cookies now?
Song Muse: Yeah, thanks for pointing out that Ron's being an ass. Being an original R/Hr shipper, it's his fault. But don't worry he'll get better.
Thanks for reviewing each chapter. It really means a lot when I check my email to see these reviews. They make my day. :-)
I'll Walk With You
Chapter Four
Draco walked in, his eyes scanning the library. He wasn't positive what he was looking for, only sure that when he found it, he'd know. He spotted someone sitting in a far corner of the library poring over a book; flipping through the pages as if their life depended on it.
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He dropped his bag on the floor and sat down in the chair next to her. He turned his head and glanced at her, wondering if she had detected his presence. She didn't seemed to have noticed anything, for she kept frantically flipping through the pages of the heavy tome she was leaning over.
He leaned over and kissed her. Softly, gently, caressingly, nothing like their first two kisses. Those had been passionate, filled with hunger. But now, it was different, and he wasn't sure whether he liked the difference.
Her shoulders slowly sagged, and she let her mind wander. To be here, kissing him of all people was…bliss. It was so different from what she had remembered, what she had imagined. She expected it to be different.
And suddenly, Ron's freckly face appeared in her mind.
"Hermione, what in the hell are you doing! You're fraternizing with the enemy!"
She broke away and quickly started to pack up her things. Draco looked at her and noticed how frantic she was, noticed how disheveled she was. He smirked, glad that he was able to get under her skin, a little payback for what she'd done to him over the past few days.
She glanced over at him and noticed the smug smirk on his face. She glared at him resentfully, smoothed her clothes, grabbed her bag and rushed away.
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She strode away, her steps quick and jerky. She didn't understand what was happening. This was Malfoy, her sworn enemy; Mudblood hater extraordinaire. How could things be so different? How could she hate him with every bone in her body, and the next minute melt into his arms?
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She dropped into the seat next to Ron in Potions, her bag impossible heavy. She wasn't sure whether it was because she needed to write a twelve-inch essay for Ancient Runes, and she had dropped into the library (after double checking that no one was there but her) to pick up the book she had been using after breakfast, or because of the events that had happened when she was supposed to be searching that book.
She felt a pair of eyes on her, but refused to turn around and look for them. She had a feeling of whose they were.
"Hermione, look, I'm sorry for being a prat this morning at breakfast, I mean – "
"Ron, it's all right. I'm used to it."
A look of indignation crossed his face, but he seemed pleased with himself and turned to face the board.
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Malfoy watched Granger fall into her seat next to Weasley. He scowled and wondered what she saw in that tall, redheaded freak. He was poor, and an idiot, and how anyone could stand five minutes without the urge to hex Weasley was beyond him.
He watched Granger turn her head towards Ron, and talk with him, before both turned their heads back to the board. His eyes turned a cold gray and he turned to the board as well, absorbed in his own thoughts.
She's just a girl. A Mudblood. She's not even very pretty. It's just a physical attraction. I always get what I want. Do I want her? Maybe just to taunt Potty and Weasel King.
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Hermione quickly went through the halls and checked classrooms for out of bed students. She did this as quickly and as efficiently as she could, staying away from the direction of the East Wing.
But she couldn't stay cooped up in this castle. She needed air, and a place to clear her thoughts (there seemed to be quite a few these days). She saw the astronomy tower as she glanced out of a window, and decided that it'd be a nice place to go for the night.
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She crossed the damp grass and made it to the door of the tower. She pulled open the door and a soft creak gave way, she hurriedly flew into the tower for fear of being seen.
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He stood there, in the East Wing, leaning out a window. He'd expected her to come, and when she hadn't tonight he was disappointed.
But he swept those thoughts away and looked at the stars. His eyes swept over the grounds, and he noticed a shape, moving quickly over the grounds headed towards the Astronomy tower.
He walked away from the window, and with a swoosh of his cloak, strode away.
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A/N #5647: I'm sorry, but I have to leave you hanging here! It seems that every chapter has some kind of Malfoy stalking Hermione. I'm getting a bit repetitive, no? But, don't worry; it'll break away from this mold. I hope. This block is really getting to me, because I know what I want the scene to look like, and I know what I want them to say, but I don't know how to put it into words. I'm sorry if the writing seems a little weird, or um, bad, I just didn't know how to put it into words.
Reviews and suggestions welcome, as always!