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Chapter Eight: Like A Butterfly
---Hermione's POV---
Hermione had been sitting in her room for a while now. It was 6:30 in the morning, and she had woken early and couldn't get back to sleep.
She trudged down the stairs to find Draco, fast asleep on the lounge. She snickered to herself, but sat down and buried her nose in a book. She grabbed her wand, and began doing her hair. Today she decided on two plaits. She put on her robes; ready to start her busy school day.
It was her least favourite day, Friday. All week she had been bustling around the school, trying to juggle schoolwork and her social life. She also had to prepare for the ball.
Hermione rushed downstairs to catch the end of breakfast. She plonked herself down next to Ron Weasley.
'Good Morning,' he muttered, spraying the people opposite with his breakfast.
'Morning, Ron.'
Seconds later Harry came in, Neville following closely. He sat down next to Ron, and they immediately began discussing Quidditch. Hermione could tell the topic had changed, as the boys started slowing down.
Ron turned his head towards Hermione, scowling.
'Hermione, what were you doing with Malfoy a few days ago?' he asked.
'For goodness sakes Ron! That rumor ended ages ago! You really need to take notice of what others are talking about!'
'So there WAS something going on then!'
'There was nothing going on! I got stuck in the step, and Malfoy helped me out! Nothing more then that, so can we please drop it, and move on?'
'Hermione, most people at Hogwarts have a completely different version to what you're telling me!'
'Would you believe what they say? What about the time when Fred and George left? You heard how different the story got!'
'That was different. Hermione, whatever's going on, end it now. If you want to continue hanging around with Harry and I, you cannot have a relationship with Malfoy! You KNOW his reputation, his connection with Voldemort. He could be doing anything!'
Hermione rolled her eyes. 'There is NOTHING going on!'
Not wanting any more crap from Ron, Hermione stormed out of the Great Hall, and ran to collect her purse and bag, which she had left in her room. The day went by, nothing much happening. Her last lesson for the day was transfiguration. Hermione was hoping to score a few points for Gryffindor, as she had studied hard all morning.
Hermione made 35 points for Gryffindor overall, answering masses of questions. Towards the end of the lesson Hermione was instructed to help collect some books for Professor McGonagall, and the two set off to find them.
Transfiguration was with the Slytherins so things were certain to get messy. Ron decided to venture into Hermione's bag that she had left on her seat. He snuck into it, and tipped the contents onto an empty table in the corner.
Nobody had noticed what Ron was up to until the bag fell off the table, and a few stray tampons went rolling across the floor. Ron went extremely red, and watched as the Slytherins burst out laughing.
'That time of the month, eh Weasley?' Pansy Parkinson snorted along with her sniggering friends.
At this moment, Hermione entered the room. She spotted Ron at her bag and the tampons on the floor, and instantly gave him a dirty look. Draco was pretending not to have noticed the incident, not wanting to get himself into trouble or get on the wrong side of Hermione-again.
Hermione strolled in, picked up her possessions and threw them in her bag. She swung it over her back, and left the room.
She decided to spend some time in the library. She was sure to be bothered by nobody there, as they were all going to watch the Gryffindors and Slytherins fight for the Quidditch Pitch.
Hours later, Hermione discreetly snuck up to her common room. Harry spotted her on the way, and went into a detailed apology, swearing he had nothing to do with the act.
Hermione didn't really have anything to say to him. Whatever she said was sure to be passed on to Ron, so she decided to keep her mouth shut.
When she entered the common room, Draco was sitting on the seat by the fire. He seemed surprised to see her so soon. Hermione blushed a little, but sat down all the same.
Draco opened his mouth to say something rude, but closed it again. He decided to ignore her. She had become pretty fast with comebacks over the summer and Draco didn't particularly want to be insulted.
After quite some time of each keeping to themselves, Draco decided to break the ice.
'What was Weasel doing in your bag?'
Hermione sniffed. 'I don't know.'
'You should give him a talking to. That weasel really doesn't have any manners. I can't believe you're actually going to the ball with him!'
Hermione had forgotten all about the ball. Her mind was preoccupied with other matters.
'The ball,' she gasped, sighing. 'How could I forget? This is so unfair. First Lavendar spreads horrible rumors about me, steals my ball costume! I totally break down about something that's been haunting me for a long time and have a fight with one of my best friends! That so called friend then decides to take a look in my bag and just happens to spill tampons all over the floor. In front of everyone! What did I do to deserve THIS?'
Draco raised an eyebrow, and then chuckled.
Hermione threw him a withering look. She really hated him at times. 'Ron isn't as bad as Pansy!'
Draco ignored the comment. He knew it would come up some time or another. Draco was tired, and it was getting late, so he trudged up to bed and instantly fell asleep. Hermione did the same thing.
---Draco's POV---
The next morning he woke and scooted downstairs. It was Saturday, and he had overslept. To his great surprise, Dumbledore was standing in the common room talking rapidly with Hermione.
After a series of nods from Hermione, Dumbledore turned and wandered out the portrait hole. Hermione must have noticed Draco's presence because her attention turned to him and a smile formed on her face.
'Draco, you're finally awake. Dumbledore wants us to take some broomsticks to the broom cupboard. You have to help. I'm going to get dressed. I suggest you do the same.'
'Why didn't he just do it by magic?'
'That's what I was wondering, but I wasn't about to ask him. I'm better off without the answer. He'll have me puzzling all day!'
Draco stalked back up into his room to get dressed, as Hermione did the same.
Several minutes later she slid back down the stair rail dressed in jeans and a light pink top which read 'I'm like a butterfly. Pretty to see but hard to catch!' Draco sniggered as he read it. He completely agreed.
Hermione grabbed her wand, and like the day before put her hair in two neat plaits. She grabbed her truckers had, which was also pink, and put it on, making sure it was fairly crooked.
Side by side, Draco and Hermione went to find the brooms and take them to broom closet.
Hermione and Draco finally reached their destination. They had been talking awkwardly for quite some time, and both were looking extremely anxious.
Sure enough, lying side by side were five broomsticks. They were mainly old Cleansweeps that needed to be put away. Draco took three as Hermione picked up two.
When they reached the broom closet, Hermione tugged on the door, but she couldn't seem to get it open. Draco sighed, and gave the door a tremendous pull and it stubbornly creaked open.
Suddenly Draco and Hermione felt hand push on their backs, and they both went tumbling into the closet. They were about to jump out of the closet again and yell at whoever had pushed them in when they realized the door was closed. Hermione sighed and pulled out her wand, whispering Allohomora. Draco waited for the door to fling open, but to no avail.
'Oh shit!' Hermione sighed.
'What? It has to open. Maybe you said the spell wrong!'
'I didn't say the spell wrong. Whoever pushed us used a curse. I've read all about it. We'll only get out of here when someone from the outside opens the door.'
'When will that be? If Dumbledore wanted us to put Cleansweeps in here people obviously don't use this place much.'
'We didn't exactly take a look around in here. There could be other brooms in here. Feel them, different models feel different, don't they?'
'Yeah, but it's going to be hard, seeing it's pitch black in here!'
'Well, you're a Quidditch expert, aren't you?'
'Why don't we just use Lumos?'
'Draco, the curse I was telling you about, it blocks out any magic being used from the inside. Nobody outside can hear us either.'
With that Hermione and Draco started feeling the brooms, looking for a difference. Draco seemed to be able to identify most models, while Hermione took wild guesses, hoping that she would get at least one right.
It turned out there were a mixture of brooms stored away, giving them a fairly good chance of getting out the next day. Hermione had no idea what time it was, but judging how she was feeling it was fairly late.
'I'm tired, I'm going to go to sleep.'
Draco grunted in reply.
Hermione and Draco curled up in separate corners of closet. They were about 30 centimeters apart, any closer and Hermione felt like she was going to explode. After a few minutes, they both fell asleep.
Draco and Hermione woke in the middle of the night to a loud clap of thunder. They both jumped, unsettling brooms.
'I think we're in the middle of a thunderstorm,' Draco grumbled.
'Yes, it does seem that way,' Hermione squeaked.
Loud claps of thunder erupted every few seconds. Even in the dark closet Draco and Hermione could see small bursts of light coming through the cracks, probably due to lightening.
'I hate thunderstorms,' Hermione squeaked.
'Yeah. They always keep you awake.'
'Yes, that is annoying, but they are kind of scary.'
'Annoying, but not scary!'
'I've always been afraid of thunderstorms. Since.' Hermione trailed off.
'Since?'
'On the night of my parents funeral, well, I was really upset, and then there was a thunderstorm. I never realized, but each time one occurred, mum would always come in and make sure I was all right. She'd sit on the end of my bed until it was over. Once she even picked me up and took me into her room. But that night, mummy wasn't there.'
'My mum used to do that too. Lucius always came in and fished her back out though, claming I was a big boy and I was scared of nothing.'
'So you are scared of thunderstorms then?'
'No, I'm not scared of thunderstorms. I just think they're annoying.'
Another loud slap of thunder made Hermione jump again.
'Let me guess, you're afraid?'
'Um, yes.'
'There must have been lots of thunderstorms after you're parents died. You would have snapped by now.'
'When I was a kid, I'd lie in my bed and cry for hours. At Hogwarts, I was all right because there were heaps of people around me. But now, I'm locked in a broom closet and I can't use magic.'
Draco sighed and edged closer. She stiffened as he put her arm around her, and after a while eased up, and fell fast asleep. For those few minutes Draco was awake, he completely treasured her. He could have taken advantage of the whole situation, but he didn't. He just held her in his arms like the last few seconds of his life, and within minutes, he too was fast asleep.
The next morning when Draco woke, Hermione was still in his arms. She was still asleep. He stared at her for a long time, taking in every aspect of her body. She looked so pretty when she was asleep.
Suddenly Hermione moved, and must have realized where she was. Her face turned to a look of terror and pleasure at the same time. She really wanted to stay with him forever, but she knew it was out of the question. He was probably just comforting her to make her shutup for a while.
Hermione and Draco waited in the closet for a while. They were expecting someone to open the door any second, so they tidied themselves up, not wanting to give anyone the wrong opinion.
They both had strong ideas the person who got them stuck in the cupboard were either Lavendar or Ron.
Suddenly the door swung open, revealing a surprised Ginny Weasley.
'Hermione! I've finally found you!' Ginny sighed.
'Ginny, it isn't what you think, I swear,' Hermione replied desperately
'I know what happened, don't you worry!' Ginny replied huffily.
'Well, tell us then,' Draco drawled.
'It was organized by Lavendar Brown and Ron Weasley! I overheard them talking in the common room. They didn't exactly give away where you were, but they said they were going to embarrass you at lunchtime, when everyone was coming out of the Great Hall. Luckily I found you. I can't believe my own brother would do something like that!' Ginny explained.
Draco nodded. This girl sure was getting him in trouble.
Hermione smiled a genuine smile at Draco. He didn't smile back, but he gave her a kind look.
'Can I talk to you for a moment?' Hermione asked Draco.
Draco nodded uncertainly. She led him into a classroom and gave him another quick smile.
'Thanks for last night. I really appreciate it,' she said graciously.
'That's all right,' he answered stiffly.
Hermione gave him a cheeky look, and then wrapped her arms around him. He wasn't sure what to do, so he gave her back a quick pat.
When they returned to Ginny, she was wearing a satisfied grin. She'd obviously seen what had happened.
Draco gave her a hurried look of frustration, but she smiled in return, and mouthed 'your secrets safe with me.'
Draco really wanted to spend a while more with Hermione, but she gave him a quick wave and went off with Ginny, talking rapidly about plans of getting Lavendar back.
'She's like a butterfly that girl. Pretty to see, but hard to catch,' Draco muttered.
!!! I know all about
about your reputation
and now its bound to be a heartbreak situation
but I cant help it if I'm in bliss every time that I'm
where you are
You walk in and my strength walks out the door
say my name and I cant fight it anymore
oh I know I should go
but I need your touch
just to damn much
Loving you
Yeah isn't really something i should do
shouldn't wanna spend my time with you, yeah
I should try to be strong
but baby your the right kinda wrong
yeah baby your the right kinda wrong
It might be a mistake
a mistake I'm making
but what your giving I am happy to be taking
cuz no one's ever made me feel the way i fell when I'm in your arms
They say your something I should do without
they don't know what goes on when the lights go out
there's no way to explain
all the pleasure is worth all the pain
I should try to run
but i just can't seem to
cuz every time i run your the one I've run to
I can't do without what you do to me
I don't care if I'm in to deep (yeah...)
I know all about
about your reputation
and now it's bound to be a heartbreak situation
but I can't help it if I'm helpless every time that I'm where you are!!!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A/N: Hello everyone! Hope you like Chapter Eight. That was a long chapter! The ball will be coming up soon! Not next chapter but the next. I hope I haven't let this chapter too long. I think Draco and Hermione should start becoming closer now, so that's why I created that little Broom Closet Scene. Hope you liked it.
The lyrics are: The Right Kind of Wrong by LeAnn Rimes. I think the song really goes with this chapter.
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EvErYtHiNg4NoThInG: Thanks for reviewing.
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Kole17: Thanks for reviewing. I know this may seem really stupid for me to be saying this, but I actually had Draco buying her the bracelet, but then I deleted it because I still want his Malfoy side to eat away at him a bit. They will become closer, I promise! THANKS=D
Callie(): I'm pleased you like it!
Winterspirit: Thanks once again
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Bride of Malfoy: Thanks once again!
Dreamingwater(): Thanks! I'm so glad you like the story so much. I'm pleased you thought the divination part was good, and the part about the earrings. Thanks for reviewing!
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Chapter Eight: Like A Butterfly
---Hermione's POV---
Hermione had been sitting in her room for a while now. It was 6:30 in the morning, and she had woken early and couldn't get back to sleep.
She trudged down the stairs to find Draco, fast asleep on the lounge. She snickered to herself, but sat down and buried her nose in a book. She grabbed her wand, and began doing her hair. Today she decided on two plaits. She put on her robes; ready to start her busy school day.
It was her least favourite day, Friday. All week she had been bustling around the school, trying to juggle schoolwork and her social life. She also had to prepare for the ball.
Hermione rushed downstairs to catch the end of breakfast. She plonked herself down next to Ron Weasley.
'Good Morning,' he muttered, spraying the people opposite with his breakfast.
'Morning, Ron.'
Seconds later Harry came in, Neville following closely. He sat down next to Ron, and they immediately began discussing Quidditch. Hermione could tell the topic had changed, as the boys started slowing down.
Ron turned his head towards Hermione, scowling.
'Hermione, what were you doing with Malfoy a few days ago?' he asked.
'For goodness sakes Ron! That rumor ended ages ago! You really need to take notice of what others are talking about!'
'So there WAS something going on then!'
'There was nothing going on! I got stuck in the step, and Malfoy helped me out! Nothing more then that, so can we please drop it, and move on?'
'Hermione, most people at Hogwarts have a completely different version to what you're telling me!'
'Would you believe what they say? What about the time when Fred and George left? You heard how different the story got!'
'That was different. Hermione, whatever's going on, end it now. If you want to continue hanging around with Harry and I, you cannot have a relationship with Malfoy! You KNOW his reputation, his connection with Voldemort. He could be doing anything!'
Hermione rolled her eyes. 'There is NOTHING going on!'
Not wanting any more crap from Ron, Hermione stormed out of the Great Hall, and ran to collect her purse and bag, which she had left in her room. The day went by, nothing much happening. Her last lesson for the day was transfiguration. Hermione was hoping to score a few points for Gryffindor, as she had studied hard all morning.
Hermione made 35 points for Gryffindor overall, answering masses of questions. Towards the end of the lesson Hermione was instructed to help collect some books for Professor McGonagall, and the two set off to find them.
Transfiguration was with the Slytherins so things were certain to get messy. Ron decided to venture into Hermione's bag that she had left on her seat. He snuck into it, and tipped the contents onto an empty table in the corner.
Nobody had noticed what Ron was up to until the bag fell off the table, and a few stray tampons went rolling across the floor. Ron went extremely red, and watched as the Slytherins burst out laughing.
'That time of the month, eh Weasley?' Pansy Parkinson snorted along with her sniggering friends.
At this moment, Hermione entered the room. She spotted Ron at her bag and the tampons on the floor, and instantly gave him a dirty look. Draco was pretending not to have noticed the incident, not wanting to get himself into trouble or get on the wrong side of Hermione-again.
Hermione strolled in, picked up her possessions and threw them in her bag. She swung it over her back, and left the room.
She decided to spend some time in the library. She was sure to be bothered by nobody there, as they were all going to watch the Gryffindors and Slytherins fight for the Quidditch Pitch.
Hours later, Hermione discreetly snuck up to her common room. Harry spotted her on the way, and went into a detailed apology, swearing he had nothing to do with the act.
Hermione didn't really have anything to say to him. Whatever she said was sure to be passed on to Ron, so she decided to keep her mouth shut.
When she entered the common room, Draco was sitting on the seat by the fire. He seemed surprised to see her so soon. Hermione blushed a little, but sat down all the same.
Draco opened his mouth to say something rude, but closed it again. He decided to ignore her. She had become pretty fast with comebacks over the summer and Draco didn't particularly want to be insulted.
After quite some time of each keeping to themselves, Draco decided to break the ice.
'What was Weasel doing in your bag?'
Hermione sniffed. 'I don't know.'
'You should give him a talking to. That weasel really doesn't have any manners. I can't believe you're actually going to the ball with him!'
Hermione had forgotten all about the ball. Her mind was preoccupied with other matters.
'The ball,' she gasped, sighing. 'How could I forget? This is so unfair. First Lavendar spreads horrible rumors about me, steals my ball costume! I totally break down about something that's been haunting me for a long time and have a fight with one of my best friends! That so called friend then decides to take a look in my bag and just happens to spill tampons all over the floor. In front of everyone! What did I do to deserve THIS?'
Draco raised an eyebrow, and then chuckled.
Hermione threw him a withering look. She really hated him at times. 'Ron isn't as bad as Pansy!'
Draco ignored the comment. He knew it would come up some time or another. Draco was tired, and it was getting late, so he trudged up to bed and instantly fell asleep. Hermione did the same thing.
---Draco's POV---
The next morning he woke and scooted downstairs. It was Saturday, and he had overslept. To his great surprise, Dumbledore was standing in the common room talking rapidly with Hermione.
After a series of nods from Hermione, Dumbledore turned and wandered out the portrait hole. Hermione must have noticed Draco's presence because her attention turned to him and a smile formed on her face.
'Draco, you're finally awake. Dumbledore wants us to take some broomsticks to the broom cupboard. You have to help. I'm going to get dressed. I suggest you do the same.'
'Why didn't he just do it by magic?'
'That's what I was wondering, but I wasn't about to ask him. I'm better off without the answer. He'll have me puzzling all day!'
Draco stalked back up into his room to get dressed, as Hermione did the same.
Several minutes later she slid back down the stair rail dressed in jeans and a light pink top which read 'I'm like a butterfly. Pretty to see but hard to catch!' Draco sniggered as he read it. He completely agreed.
Hermione grabbed her wand, and like the day before put her hair in two neat plaits. She grabbed her truckers had, which was also pink, and put it on, making sure it was fairly crooked.
Side by side, Draco and Hermione went to find the brooms and take them to broom closet.
Hermione and Draco finally reached their destination. They had been talking awkwardly for quite some time, and both were looking extremely anxious.
Sure enough, lying side by side were five broomsticks. They were mainly old Cleansweeps that needed to be put away. Draco took three as Hermione picked up two.
When they reached the broom closet, Hermione tugged on the door, but she couldn't seem to get it open. Draco sighed, and gave the door a tremendous pull and it stubbornly creaked open.
Suddenly Draco and Hermione felt hand push on their backs, and they both went tumbling into the closet. They were about to jump out of the closet again and yell at whoever had pushed them in when they realized the door was closed. Hermione sighed and pulled out her wand, whispering Allohomora. Draco waited for the door to fling open, but to no avail.
'Oh shit!' Hermione sighed.
'What? It has to open. Maybe you said the spell wrong!'
'I didn't say the spell wrong. Whoever pushed us used a curse. I've read all about it. We'll only get out of here when someone from the outside opens the door.'
'When will that be? If Dumbledore wanted us to put Cleansweeps in here people obviously don't use this place much.'
'We didn't exactly take a look around in here. There could be other brooms in here. Feel them, different models feel different, don't they?'
'Yeah, but it's going to be hard, seeing it's pitch black in here!'
'Well, you're a Quidditch expert, aren't you?'
'Why don't we just use Lumos?'
'Draco, the curse I was telling you about, it blocks out any magic being used from the inside. Nobody outside can hear us either.'
With that Hermione and Draco started feeling the brooms, looking for a difference. Draco seemed to be able to identify most models, while Hermione took wild guesses, hoping that she would get at least one right.
It turned out there were a mixture of brooms stored away, giving them a fairly good chance of getting out the next day. Hermione had no idea what time it was, but judging how she was feeling it was fairly late.
'I'm tired, I'm going to go to sleep.'
Draco grunted in reply.
Hermione and Draco curled up in separate corners of closet. They were about 30 centimeters apart, any closer and Hermione felt like she was going to explode. After a few minutes, they both fell asleep.
Draco and Hermione woke in the middle of the night to a loud clap of thunder. They both jumped, unsettling brooms.
'I think we're in the middle of a thunderstorm,' Draco grumbled.
'Yes, it does seem that way,' Hermione squeaked.
Loud claps of thunder erupted every few seconds. Even in the dark closet Draco and Hermione could see small bursts of light coming through the cracks, probably due to lightening.
'I hate thunderstorms,' Hermione squeaked.
'Yeah. They always keep you awake.'
'Yes, that is annoying, but they are kind of scary.'
'Annoying, but not scary!'
'I've always been afraid of thunderstorms. Since.' Hermione trailed off.
'Since?'
'On the night of my parents funeral, well, I was really upset, and then there was a thunderstorm. I never realized, but each time one occurred, mum would always come in and make sure I was all right. She'd sit on the end of my bed until it was over. Once she even picked me up and took me into her room. But that night, mummy wasn't there.'
'My mum used to do that too. Lucius always came in and fished her back out though, claming I was a big boy and I was scared of nothing.'
'So you are scared of thunderstorms then?'
'No, I'm not scared of thunderstorms. I just think they're annoying.'
Another loud slap of thunder made Hermione jump again.
'Let me guess, you're afraid?'
'Um, yes.'
'There must have been lots of thunderstorms after you're parents died. You would have snapped by now.'
'When I was a kid, I'd lie in my bed and cry for hours. At Hogwarts, I was all right because there were heaps of people around me. But now, I'm locked in a broom closet and I can't use magic.'
Draco sighed and edged closer. She stiffened as he put her arm around her, and after a while eased up, and fell fast asleep. For those few minutes Draco was awake, he completely treasured her. He could have taken advantage of the whole situation, but he didn't. He just held her in his arms like the last few seconds of his life, and within minutes, he too was fast asleep.
The next morning when Draco woke, Hermione was still in his arms. She was still asleep. He stared at her for a long time, taking in every aspect of her body. She looked so pretty when she was asleep.
Suddenly Hermione moved, and must have realized where she was. Her face turned to a look of terror and pleasure at the same time. She really wanted to stay with him forever, but she knew it was out of the question. He was probably just comforting her to make her shutup for a while.
Hermione and Draco waited in the closet for a while. They were expecting someone to open the door any second, so they tidied themselves up, not wanting to give anyone the wrong opinion.
They both had strong ideas the person who got them stuck in the cupboard were either Lavendar or Ron.
Suddenly the door swung open, revealing a surprised Ginny Weasley.
'Hermione! I've finally found you!' Ginny sighed.
'Ginny, it isn't what you think, I swear,' Hermione replied desperately
'I know what happened, don't you worry!' Ginny replied huffily.
'Well, tell us then,' Draco drawled.
'It was organized by Lavendar Brown and Ron Weasley! I overheard them talking in the common room. They didn't exactly give away where you were, but they said they were going to embarrass you at lunchtime, when everyone was coming out of the Great Hall. Luckily I found you. I can't believe my own brother would do something like that!' Ginny explained.
Draco nodded. This girl sure was getting him in trouble.
Hermione smiled a genuine smile at Draco. He didn't smile back, but he gave her a kind look.
'Can I talk to you for a moment?' Hermione asked Draco.
Draco nodded uncertainly. She led him into a classroom and gave him another quick smile.
'Thanks for last night. I really appreciate it,' she said graciously.
'That's all right,' he answered stiffly.
Hermione gave him a cheeky look, and then wrapped her arms around him. He wasn't sure what to do, so he gave her back a quick pat.
When they returned to Ginny, she was wearing a satisfied grin. She'd obviously seen what had happened.
Draco gave her a hurried look of frustration, but she smiled in return, and mouthed 'your secrets safe with me.'
Draco really wanted to spend a while more with Hermione, but she gave him a quick wave and went off with Ginny, talking rapidly about plans of getting Lavendar back.
'She's like a butterfly that girl. Pretty to see, but hard to catch,' Draco muttered.
!!! I know all about
about your reputation
and now its bound to be a heartbreak situation
but I cant help it if I'm in bliss every time that I'm
where you are
You walk in and my strength walks out the door
say my name and I cant fight it anymore
oh I know I should go
but I need your touch
just to damn much
Loving you
Yeah isn't really something i should do
shouldn't wanna spend my time with you, yeah
I should try to be strong
but baby your the right kinda wrong
yeah baby your the right kinda wrong
It might be a mistake
a mistake I'm making
but what your giving I am happy to be taking
cuz no one's ever made me feel the way i fell when I'm in your arms
They say your something I should do without
they don't know what goes on when the lights go out
there's no way to explain
all the pleasure is worth all the pain
I should try to run
but i just can't seem to
cuz every time i run your the one I've run to
I can't do without what you do to me
I don't care if I'm in to deep (yeah...)
I know all about
about your reputation
and now it's bound to be a heartbreak situation
but I can't help it if I'm helpless every time that I'm where you are!!!
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A/N: Hello everyone! Hope you like Chapter Eight. That was a long chapter! The ball will be coming up soon! Not next chapter but the next. I hope I haven't let this chapter too long. I think Draco and Hermione should start becoming closer now, so that's why I created that little Broom Closet Scene. Hope you liked it.
The lyrics are: The Right Kind of Wrong by LeAnn Rimes. I think the song really goes with this chapter.
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Draco's Little Princess