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Oh my God, Draco Malfoy just kissed me! Is the world about to end or am I just losing my mind? Collapsing on my bed, I don't even know where to begin. Could this day get even more bizarre? First Harry and Ron, then that kiss. Damn, who would ever guessed that Malfoy would kiss like that?
A smile sneaked across her face as she remembered the feeling of being held in his arms. But tomorrow, and her smile started to slip, what happens tomorrow? What am I going to do about Draco? And then Harry and Ron? Fuck, tonight is going to be a long night.
"Sex Pistols." Draco walked into the Slytherins common room and up to his room. Thank God, I got my own room, he thought to himself as he reinforced the soundproofing spell and turned on his enchanted stereo and blasted music, before lying down on his bed.
Fuck, what was I thinking, kissing her like that? I must have lost my bloody mind. Tomorrow is going to be . . . difficult. I wonder if she'll even bother talking to me? And how am I going to keeps her from forgiving Potter and the Weasel. If I know them, they're probably going to corner her first tomorrow morning to pick right back up again. This sucks!!!
He got up, groaning at the thought and began impatiently pacing around the narrow room. Ok, what am I going to do now? Hmmm, maybe I can head this off at the pass, I'll send her an owl to meet me before class and talk about - I don't know, I'll figure it out later.
Time to get up and face the music, Hermione thought to herself grimly. She quickly got dressed and started moving downstairs.
"Hermione!!! Wake up, we should talk," she turned around to see Ron chasing after her, winded as he bent over to catch his breath followed by Harry.
Great, just what I need first thing in the morning.
"What's up? I mean other then the obvious not-really-being-dead thing and the not bothering to tell you friend that it was all an act?" She could hear the bitterness in her voice and had to force herself not to wince.
"Look, Hermione, I know you're probably a bit upset about that, and we both understand," Ron began looking at Harry who merely nodded, "But-"
"But nothing. I don't think you really understand exactly what I've been going through or what I'm feeling now," she retorted.
"Hermione, you have to listen to our side too, you know. It's not like we were having fun or getting to go to school. We were hard at work, trying to capture Voldemort." Harry spoke for the first time. "And besides, we want to tell you all about it."
Yeah," Ron chimed in, "we also want to know all about what has been happening while we were away. You can help us work on the work we've missed at school." He looked up to see the expression on her face darken, before hurriedly adding, "And, of course, you know we want to hear about how you're feeling?"
"Right. Sure. But I've got to get down to breakfast now, so why don't you ask your girlfriends about the homework. I'll see you later," She turned to walk away, without waiting to hear a response from either of them.
"Come on Hermione, don't be like that," Ron called after her, but she never turned back around. "What do you think her problem is?" He asked Harry. "How long do you think she is going to stay angry at us?"
"I don't know. Did she seem different to you?" Harry watched her as she walked away, "There is something, but I can't quite put my finger on it?"
"You mean besides being bitchier or that she looks so different?"
"No, it's not either of those, although she does look very different, doesn't she? Prettier, right? Did she do something to her hair?"
"Oh you noticed?!? That is so sweet, isn't it, Lavender? And this is why I adore this boy."
Harry and Ron turned around to see Pavarti throwing herself into Harry's arms, and Lavender trailing behind her. She continued babbling, "I just found this new spell last week, that gives me these darling curls. Don't you just love it? She asked after kissing Harry right on the lips, while playing with her hair.
Harry looked at Ron for a moment; their stunned expressions mirror each other before sputtering, "Um, yes. That is exactly what I was telling Ron. How . . . cute it looks on you." She smiled brightly at him, before interlocking her arm with his and practically skipping down the hallway, while Ron and Lavender fell in behind them, trailing a cloud of perfume and inane chatter.
Draco sat at the head of the Sylthrin table, impatiently looking towards the door. Where the hell is she? And what are they telling her? Visions of a sickingly sweet reunion that had kept him up all night began again playing in his head.
Ron and Harry telling her harrowing tales of their "heroism", he mentally scoffed as she clasped her hand over her mouth, before exclaiming, "Oh I'm so glad you survived, I couldn't image living without you!"
Which was Potter's cue to rush forward, proclaiming, "Hermione, I've been so blind. It's you I loved, forget about Parvati or Cho, It's always been you all along." He began to hug as she beamed at him.
"I love you too Har-," and Potter's damn lips covered hers, cutting her off.
"Not over my dead, rotting and decomposing corpse, he won't," Draco snarled out loud, earning some strange looks from around his table.
"Draco, are you ok?" Simpered Pansy. I mean, I understand that your upset about those two losers really not being dead," pausing as she looked down the table and all the Slytherins nodded in agreement, "but you should allow yourself to get so worked up over it."
"What?" He looked at her, as her shrill voice penetrated through his mental image of Potter manhandling Hermione. Glancing down his table, he saw all the attention he was attracting and he said, "Yeah, I was thinking that even though Potter is back, even he can't win enough Quidditch games to save his house. This year the Slytherins are going to win the House Cup without a doubt." He grinned at the enthusantic cheer of his table, while keeping an eye on the door. Finally, after what seemed like forever, she walked in, unaccomianed by Potter and the Weasel, which can't help but be a good sign. He tried unsuccessfully to catch her eye, and could only watch her covertly as she walked to her table and sat down. Now where the hell is that damn bird? Ah, a slight smile crossed his face briefly as he watched it circling the room, before landing right before her.
Hermione sighed, this really was one of the last places where she wanted to be at this moment. Suddenly an unfamiliar word bird lighted down, right in front of her. She looked at it strangely, before absently shrugging her shoulders and retrieving the note. As she untied from the owl's leg, it suddenly took off without waiting for a response or even a snack. Weird and weirder. She unfurled the note to read the elegantly scripted message,
"I just want you to know I have a major crush on you. I'd drive you to Las Vegas and do the things you wanna do I'd even have Wayne Newton dedicate a song to you. I only wish that this could be just dump your boyfriend and go out with me I swear I'd treat you like a queen."
Thinking about last night and you, I couldn't get this song out of my head. I don't know how I'm going to get through another double sessions of potions with you and not be able to talk to you until our detention (you didn't forget did you?) Can you meet in the potions before class to talk? I'll bring some raspberry croissants for you . . . Shameless bribery, I know, but please will you come? If you want to just look up at me and nod, I'll be waiting.
Draco
Oh my God!!! Hermione kept her head down, but she could feel his eyes burning on her. Do I really want to do this; she debated for a moment, before making her decision. She lifted her head and glanced over to him, before flashing him a quick smile and a nod. He lifted an eyebrow and smiled back before getting up and walking out of the room. She paused for a few minutes, fighting anxiety and excitement in equal amounts, before she forced her sluggish legs into motion and began walking out to the door. She never saw the suspicious stare being directed at her back from Pansy.
TBC
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Oh my God, Draco Malfoy just kissed me! Is the world about to end or am I just losing my mind? Collapsing on my bed, I don't even know where to begin. Could this day get even more bizarre? First Harry and Ron, then that kiss. Damn, who would ever guessed that Malfoy would kiss like that?
A smile sneaked across her face as she remembered the feeling of being held in his arms. But tomorrow, and her smile started to slip, what happens tomorrow? What am I going to do about Draco? And then Harry and Ron? Fuck, tonight is going to be a long night.
"Sex Pistols." Draco walked into the Slytherins common room and up to his room. Thank God, I got my own room, he thought to himself as he reinforced the soundproofing spell and turned on his enchanted stereo and blasted music, before lying down on his bed.
Fuck, what was I thinking, kissing her like that? I must have lost my bloody mind. Tomorrow is going to be . . . difficult. I wonder if she'll even bother talking to me? And how am I going to keeps her from forgiving Potter and the Weasel. If I know them, they're probably going to corner her first tomorrow morning to pick right back up again. This sucks!!!
He got up, groaning at the thought and began impatiently pacing around the narrow room. Ok, what am I going to do now? Hmmm, maybe I can head this off at the pass, I'll send her an owl to meet me before class and talk about - I don't know, I'll figure it out later.
Time to get up and face the music, Hermione thought to herself grimly. She quickly got dressed and started moving downstairs.
"Hermione!!! Wake up, we should talk," she turned around to see Ron chasing after her, winded as he bent over to catch his breath followed by Harry.
Great, just what I need first thing in the morning.
"What's up? I mean other then the obvious not-really-being-dead thing and the not bothering to tell you friend that it was all an act?" She could hear the bitterness in her voice and had to force herself not to wince.
"Look, Hermione, I know you're probably a bit upset about that, and we both understand," Ron began looking at Harry who merely nodded, "But-"
"But nothing. I don't think you really understand exactly what I've been going through or what I'm feeling now," she retorted.
"Hermione, you have to listen to our side too, you know. It's not like we were having fun or getting to go to school. We were hard at work, trying to capture Voldemort." Harry spoke for the first time. "And besides, we want to tell you all about it."
Yeah," Ron chimed in, "we also want to know all about what has been happening while we were away. You can help us work on the work we've missed at school." He looked up to see the expression on her face darken, before hurriedly adding, "And, of course, you know we want to hear about how you're feeling?"
"Right. Sure. But I've got to get down to breakfast now, so why don't you ask your girlfriends about the homework. I'll see you later," She turned to walk away, without waiting to hear a response from either of them.
"Come on Hermione, don't be like that," Ron called after her, but she never turned back around. "What do you think her problem is?" He asked Harry. "How long do you think she is going to stay angry at us?"
"I don't know. Did she seem different to you?" Harry watched her as she walked away, "There is something, but I can't quite put my finger on it?"
"You mean besides being bitchier or that she looks so different?"
"No, it's not either of those, although she does look very different, doesn't she? Prettier, right? Did she do something to her hair?"
"Oh you noticed?!? That is so sweet, isn't it, Lavender? And this is why I adore this boy."
Harry and Ron turned around to see Pavarti throwing herself into Harry's arms, and Lavender trailing behind her. She continued babbling, "I just found this new spell last week, that gives me these darling curls. Don't you just love it? She asked after kissing Harry right on the lips, while playing with her hair.
Harry looked at Ron for a moment; their stunned expressions mirror each other before sputtering, "Um, yes. That is exactly what I was telling Ron. How . . . cute it looks on you." She smiled brightly at him, before interlocking her arm with his and practically skipping down the hallway, while Ron and Lavender fell in behind them, trailing a cloud of perfume and inane chatter.
Draco sat at the head of the Sylthrin table, impatiently looking towards the door. Where the hell is she? And what are they telling her? Visions of a sickingly sweet reunion that had kept him up all night began again playing in his head.
Ron and Harry telling her harrowing tales of their "heroism", he mentally scoffed as she clasped her hand over her mouth, before exclaiming, "Oh I'm so glad you survived, I couldn't image living without you!"
Which was Potter's cue to rush forward, proclaiming, "Hermione, I've been so blind. It's you I loved, forget about Parvati or Cho, It's always been you all along." He began to hug as she beamed at him.
"I love you too Har-," and Potter's damn lips covered hers, cutting her off.
"Not over my dead, rotting and decomposing corpse, he won't," Draco snarled out loud, earning some strange looks from around his table.
"Draco, are you ok?" Simpered Pansy. I mean, I understand that your upset about those two losers really not being dead," pausing as she looked down the table and all the Slytherins nodded in agreement, "but you should allow yourself to get so worked up over it."
"What?" He looked at her, as her shrill voice penetrated through his mental image of Potter manhandling Hermione. Glancing down his table, he saw all the attention he was attracting and he said, "Yeah, I was thinking that even though Potter is back, even he can't win enough Quidditch games to save his house. This year the Slytherins are going to win the House Cup without a doubt." He grinned at the enthusantic cheer of his table, while keeping an eye on the door. Finally, after what seemed like forever, she walked in, unaccomianed by Potter and the Weasel, which can't help but be a good sign. He tried unsuccessfully to catch her eye, and could only watch her covertly as she walked to her table and sat down. Now where the hell is that damn bird? Ah, a slight smile crossed his face briefly as he watched it circling the room, before landing right before her.
Hermione sighed, this really was one of the last places where she wanted to be at this moment. Suddenly an unfamiliar word bird lighted down, right in front of her. She looked at it strangely, before absently shrugging her shoulders and retrieving the note. As she untied from the owl's leg, it suddenly took off without waiting for a response or even a snack. Weird and weirder. She unfurled the note to read the elegantly scripted message,
"I just want you to know I have a major crush on you. I'd drive you to Las Vegas and do the things you wanna do I'd even have Wayne Newton dedicate a song to you. I only wish that this could be just dump your boyfriend and go out with me I swear I'd treat you like a queen."
Thinking about last night and you, I couldn't get this song out of my head. I don't know how I'm going to get through another double sessions of potions with you and not be able to talk to you until our detention (you didn't forget did you?) Can you meet in the potions before class to talk? I'll bring some raspberry croissants for you . . . Shameless bribery, I know, but please will you come? If you want to just look up at me and nod, I'll be waiting.
Draco
Oh my God!!! Hermione kept her head down, but she could feel his eyes burning on her. Do I really want to do this; she debated for a moment, before making her decision. She lifted her head and glanced over to him, before flashing him a quick smile and a nod. He lifted an eyebrow and smiled back before getting up and walking out of the room. She paused for a few minutes, fighting anxiety and excitement in equal amounts, before she forced her sluggish legs into motion and began walking out to the door. She never saw the suspicious stare being directed at her back from Pansy.
TBC
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