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You asked for more D/H action, so here you go. Not much, but it's a start. I promise there's going to be more in the next chapter, but I needed something for filler, and because this chapter was getting too long so I could not add it much else. Hope you enjoy! Look out at the end of the chapter for a preview of the 10th chapter to come!
A Smirk is Worth a Thousand Words - Chapter 9: 7 O'Clock on the dot.
Hermione sat positioned at one of the common room tables, the room only being dimly lit by the fire that blazed on the opposite wall.
Staring at her letter from Draco, she sat perplexed. She knew she had to reply, because that was Hermione. Polite, and always prompt.
She turned the parchment over and started to write with hesitance:
Finally coming to your senses after all these years, Malfoy? It's about time, too.
I'll agree to a truce if you're actually serious.
HermioneHermione headed down to dinner with the letter neatly tucked underneath her robes.
"'Mione!" Ron yelled from the Gryffindor table as Hermione appeared in the doorway. Hermione smiled and ran over to the table, and took a seat.
"Where've ya been all day?" Harry questioned, swallowing his mouthful of mash potatoes. "Ron's been looking--"
Ron elbowed Harry firmly in the stomach as Harry gave a grunt. But fortunately for Ron, Hermione wasn't even listening. She had her eyes set on someone else. Someone with bleach blonde hair.
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"No, you idiot." Draco exclaimed, slapping the side of Crabbe's head. "Get your fingers out of my juice!"
"But, you said to stir it..!"
"With a spoon, are you braindead!?" Draco huffed, and poured himself some fresh pumpkin juice. "Honestly....you guys have the intelligence level of peanuts..." Draco mumbled to no one in particular.
Draco looked around the Great Hall for a sign of some humiliation. What's the point of going to dinner if you don't have a show to go with it? But what he saw surprised him. Hermione was looking right in his direction. Not at Crabbe, not at Goyle, but at him. 'Yet again, I doubt she'd be looking at those two oafs when the gorgeous blonde is here...' he thought and gave a smirk.
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Hermione nearly choked on her juice.
'Did he just smile at me?' Hermione sat shocked, but Harry and Ron were too self-indulged with their own quidditch conversation. 'Wait? Why do I care?'
Hermione shook her head as if shaking herself out of deep thought, and looked down at her plate, occasionally shifting her gaze to Draco to see if he was still looking in her direction.
He was.
"Ok, so I just walk up to him, and give him my reply, right? No big deal." Hermione repetitively told herself this, but it never made a difference. Once again, Harry and Ron hadn't heard, which right now was a very good thing.
Hermione got up from the table as everyone started to file out of the Great Hall. She headed over to Draco's direction on the opposite side of the gigantic dining room, and took a deep breath.
As him and his cronies got up from the table, Hermione rushed over and shoved the note in his hand. She turned to walk away when she bumped into Harry and Ron.
"What's going on, 'Mione?" Ron asked, glaring at Draco.
"Nothing! Nothing...I was just...Draco, that wasn't for you!" Hermione tried to snatch the note back, but Crabbe was already 'attempting' to read it.
"Fin...fin elly comin to your seens...Malfoy." Crabbe read aloud.
"Give me that." Draco snatched it from his hand. "Haven't I told you Granger, I'm not opening my fanmail base until next week!" He smirked.
"Oh give it a rest, slime." Ron piped up, clenching his fists.
Draco glared at Ron as if to say "another word and I'll stuff your head in your trousers."
"That wasn't even for you, Malfoy. Get over yourself." Hermione said unsurely.
"But...you put it in my hand anyway...?" Draco raised an eyebrow.
"Um..no..I meant for you to take it to the owlery..it's for..it's for.. my aunt! Yeah, it's for my aunt, now if you'll excuse me.." Hermione grabbed for the note but Malfoy pulled his hand back.
"And yet it says Malfoy on it?" Draco laughed and Crabbe and Goyle followed suit.
Draco began to read the note outloud with a touch of joy.
"Oh Malfoy, even though I'm a worthless mudblood, would you give me the honor of letting me study with you?" Draco howled with laughter, clearly making up for what the letter actually said. "Oh yeah, this is definitely for your aunt alright..."
"Whoa! Your aunt's name is Malfoy too!?" Crabbe said, clearly enthused.
For a few moments there was silence. Harry, Ron, Hermione and Draco were all staring at Crabbe.
"Honestly, if you were any thicker, you'd be double glazed window glass." Draco rolled his eyes.
There was a mumble of agreement among Harry, Ron and Hermione. Then silence.
"Did we just...agree on something?" Hermione asked, taking a step back.
Draco looked truly shaken. "No..of course not..." He ran a hand through his bleach blonde hair. "We were...we were just...tell anyone about this and I'll shove this table so far down your throat..."
"Mr. Malfoy!" Professor McGonagall sped over to the gathering and the circle of people parted. "Detention! Tomorrow night, for threatening a student! 6 PM sharp, my office. Don't be late." With that she stormed off in the direction of Snape's office.
Ron and Harry burst with laughter, while Hermione stood there feeling guilty for no reason. For Malfoy.
"You'll pay, Weasel. You too, Potter. Mark my words." Draco stormed off with his cronies on his tale, off into what looked like the way to the dungeons.
Ron and Harry recovered from their laughing fit, and looked at Hermione. "What was all that about?" Ron asked with concern. "Did he threaten you or something?"
"Oh..wow..I'm..I'm tired. I'm going to go to bed. See you!" Hermione sped out the hall and ran up to her dorm.
Ron gave Harry a questioning look. "But it's only 7:00..."
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Preview of 10th chapter!
"Ron? Harry?" Hermione called out inside the Quidditch locker room, her voice bouncing off the walls as they echoed back to her. "Are you guys here?"
Hermione glided through the isles of endless lockers with sealer charms on them, and went to the back of the room. "Ron? Are you guys dressed?" Hermione asked timidly, as she covered her eyes and turned the corner. "Is anyone here?" She slowly removed her hand from her eyes, and peered around the room. Nothing but rows of showers, and a few tables which contained fresh, white towels.
She she doubled back and turned the other corner, she found someone she wouldn't expect.
"Draco!?" Hermione hastily covered her eyes, as Draco frantically grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waste. "Hermione!?"
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