(A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short. I kind of rushed and didn't want to put the next chapter into this one just to make it longer. So I've started the next chapter at least! Go me! Thank you so much for everyone who is reviewing and those of you who seemed happy to see me back at action. I hope this chapter isn't too disappointing. I promise next chapter with be a little better and longer.)
Watching Hermione walk away made Draco's stomach churn. Maybe he shouldn't have been so negative towards her. Why did he even say what he said? Was he jealous? No. Did he care about Hermione in any shape or form? Yes. He could tell that much. It couldn't be love. He'd know if it were love. Maybe he was in like.
He turned heel and headed for the headstudent's room where he would finally get some relaxation for the day even though he was sure he'd be up til midnight cramming for the tests that were already piling up. Instead he found Crabbe and Goyle standing in the hallway, blocking his route to the painting that lead to his room. "What do you two want?"
Crabbe just shrugged. Goyle said, "We're going to make some trouble. Had to make sure we asked you."
Draco let out a snicker and just stared at them for a brief moment before saying, "I am Head Boy!"
The two just looked at him as if what he had said made absolutely no difference to them. "That means I can't be defiling Hogwarts property."
"Guess we can pound in that new kids head all by ourselves," Goyle said, cracking his knuckles.
This caught Draco's attention. He focused his eyes on the two of them. "That Todd character?"
Goyle nodded. "He seems to be too good of a Samaritan for this house. I don't like him."
"Samaritan?" Draco asked, impressed by the dip wads word. That was quickly pushed out of his head by evil thoughts of crushing Todd. It would have to be sneaky though. Anything to blunt, that would cause heads to turn his way, would also cause him to lose his position as head boy. "What'd you have in mind?"
Todd sat in the library looking through his dark arts book. He had been anxiously awaiting Hermione's arrival.
She was a very pretty girl. She had this long thick hair that he wanted to run his hands through and bury his face in and the softest looking skin that he would have loved to run his fingers over.
He was knocked out of his trance by a picture in the book he was looking at. The figure of an Incubus sat before him. He had always thought they were fictionary although here it sat in a picture in front of him. The creature was reddish colored and looked very humanly. Other than the tint of the Incubus's skin he would have mistaken it for human.
"I thought you were too good to be true..." a soft voice came from behind him. He turned to meet Hermione's gaze. She smiled warmly and sat beside him.
"What?"
"The Incubus," She pointed at th picture. "I just should have figured you'd be into creatures who violate women in their sleep. You were just too nice."
"Is this your lame excuse of a comment?"
"I guess it is," She made a face as if to say sorry and sat down in the chair beside him. "What I meant to say was, 'Hi, What are you doing?'"
Smiling at this, he closed the book and faced Hermione. "I was just doing some extra research for Defense Against the Dark Arts. I could used the good grades if I am going to get into St. Mungo's."
Hermione's eyes widened at this. "Wow. St. Mungo's? High aspirations. I like that."
"What do you plan on doing?"
"I'm not sure at this point. I did want a job in the ministry, but now I'm leading towards a teaching position or maybe going to college in the muggle world."
He raised a brow.
"They will just transfer my grades to the muggle school they use as a cover for Hogwarts. It's really a simple process. I've been over it with Dumbledore and he explained it all."
"What's the muggle word like?" Todd asked, very amused. He had never been outside the wizarding world and there were times he felt trapped with a need for adventure that the muggle world seemed to provide. He was honestly sick of the magic and horrors that came with being the son of a wizard. "When I get out of this place I'm going to travel the world outside. The muggle world."
Hermione nodded, "I must say it is nothing like this one. This place is filled with enchantment and things you'll never see in the muggle world. I love this place." Her eyes seemed far away and dreamy as she thought.
The two talked for a few hours until the librarian ushered them out. Hermione went her way and Todd went his. By the time she stepped into the common room of the head students it was well past midnight she was so tired she had no comebacks to Malfoy who said, "Are you two a couple yet?"
She slipped past him to her own room and laid down on her bed.
For a long time she laid there in the dark thinking about Todd. It had been so refreshing to meet an attractive boy who was into the muggle word and into music she enjoyed. It had blown her mind to hear him say his favorite band was Metallica and his favorite movie was Hellraiser. Both American and both muggle.
After a while of thinking she fell asleep and did not wake until morning and only because Draco was at her door banging.
(Endnote: Thanks for reading this far! I enjoy all of your comments, even if they are horrible. Criticism just makes me that much better, even though it's upsetting!)
Watching Hermione walk away made Draco's stomach churn. Maybe he shouldn't have been so negative towards her. Why did he even say what he said? Was he jealous? No. Did he care about Hermione in any shape or form? Yes. He could tell that much. It couldn't be love. He'd know if it were love. Maybe he was in like.
He turned heel and headed for the headstudent's room where he would finally get some relaxation for the day even though he was sure he'd be up til midnight cramming for the tests that were already piling up. Instead he found Crabbe and Goyle standing in the hallway, blocking his route to the painting that lead to his room. "What do you two want?"
Crabbe just shrugged. Goyle said, "We're going to make some trouble. Had to make sure we asked you."
Draco let out a snicker and just stared at them for a brief moment before saying, "I am Head Boy!"
The two just looked at him as if what he had said made absolutely no difference to them. "That means I can't be defiling Hogwarts property."
"Guess we can pound in that new kids head all by ourselves," Goyle said, cracking his knuckles.
This caught Draco's attention. He focused his eyes on the two of them. "That Todd character?"
Goyle nodded. "He seems to be too good of a Samaritan for this house. I don't like him."
"Samaritan?" Draco asked, impressed by the dip wads word. That was quickly pushed out of his head by evil thoughts of crushing Todd. It would have to be sneaky though. Anything to blunt, that would cause heads to turn his way, would also cause him to lose his position as head boy. "What'd you have in mind?"
Todd sat in the library looking through his dark arts book. He had been anxiously awaiting Hermione's arrival.
She was a very pretty girl. She had this long thick hair that he wanted to run his hands through and bury his face in and the softest looking skin that he would have loved to run his fingers over.
He was knocked out of his trance by a picture in the book he was looking at. The figure of an Incubus sat before him. He had always thought they were fictionary although here it sat in a picture in front of him. The creature was reddish colored and looked very humanly. Other than the tint of the Incubus's skin he would have mistaken it for human.
"I thought you were too good to be true..." a soft voice came from behind him. He turned to meet Hermione's gaze. She smiled warmly and sat beside him.
"What?"
"The Incubus," She pointed at th picture. "I just should have figured you'd be into creatures who violate women in their sleep. You were just too nice."
"Is this your lame excuse of a comment?"
"I guess it is," She made a face as if to say sorry and sat down in the chair beside him. "What I meant to say was, 'Hi, What are you doing?'"
Smiling at this, he closed the book and faced Hermione. "I was just doing some extra research for Defense Against the Dark Arts. I could used the good grades if I am going to get into St. Mungo's."
Hermione's eyes widened at this. "Wow. St. Mungo's? High aspirations. I like that."
"What do you plan on doing?"
"I'm not sure at this point. I did want a job in the ministry, but now I'm leading towards a teaching position or maybe going to college in the muggle world."
He raised a brow.
"They will just transfer my grades to the muggle school they use as a cover for Hogwarts. It's really a simple process. I've been over it with Dumbledore and he explained it all."
"What's the muggle word like?" Todd asked, very amused. He had never been outside the wizarding world and there were times he felt trapped with a need for adventure that the muggle world seemed to provide. He was honestly sick of the magic and horrors that came with being the son of a wizard. "When I get out of this place I'm going to travel the world outside. The muggle world."
Hermione nodded, "I must say it is nothing like this one. This place is filled with enchantment and things you'll never see in the muggle world. I love this place." Her eyes seemed far away and dreamy as she thought.
The two talked for a few hours until the librarian ushered them out. Hermione went her way and Todd went his. By the time she stepped into the common room of the head students it was well past midnight she was so tired she had no comebacks to Malfoy who said, "Are you two a couple yet?"
She slipped past him to her own room and laid down on her bed.
For a long time she laid there in the dark thinking about Todd. It had been so refreshing to meet an attractive boy who was into the muggle word and into music she enjoyed. It had blown her mind to hear him say his favorite band was Metallica and his favorite movie was Hellraiser. Both American and both muggle.
After a while of thinking she fell asleep and did not wake until morning and only because Draco was at her door banging.
(Endnote: Thanks for reading this far! I enjoy all of your comments, even if they are horrible. Criticism just makes me that much better, even though it's upsetting!)