Thank you to all who reviewed!
I know your probably getting impatient waiting for the romance to start
well trust me its well under way but they can't hate each other one
moment and then love each other the next. I have a few things I forgot
to post last time...1st The name Rembrandt (and Remy) is from the book
"Driver's Ed" by Caroline B. Cooney, 2nd Did anyone catch the fact that
Violet and Lilac are both shades of purple and flowers, 3rd There will
be some romance between our stars and other characters (like you
couldn't guess that) but this is a D/Hr fic, I swear!
Note to HgBookworm: No my friend isn't that bad but this is based on some of her more interesting moments.
Draco was a little scare of Heather now. I mean this girl had major mood swings, one moment she's way to cheery for his taste then she's the female version of himself.
"Sorry about that," she turned toward Draco and sighed, "Can I tell you a secret?"
I wouldn't be so free and easy with my secrets; obviously she didn't know Draco very well because if she did she would have known he couldn't keep a secret. He should have told her this but being the evil bastard that he was he replied, "Sure."
"You have to swear not to tell anyone. Only four or five people know what I'm about to tell you."
"Whatever."
She hesitated for a moment, "Never mind. I can't tell you its too horrendous."
"Ok." Draco really wanted to know but he wasn't about to show her that he was curious. He had mastered his emotions, no one, not even his parents could tell what he was thinking a hundred percent of the time.
"Your not curios?" she asked, eyebrows raised.
"Nope."
"Really? Not even a little bit." Heather was obviously desperate to tell some one her deep dark secret. If Draco worked her right she would tell him without thinking. He loved women he could manipulate. It was very hot.
"Not even a little bit." He replied coolly. She bit her lip. It was about this time that most women spilled. Heather happened to be no exception.
"Ok, I'll tell you."
Hermione could practically hear Violet and Lilac's anger. They stomped down the hall searching for the others. Finally they found them sitting in corner. Remy was staring straight ahead, as she had been before, hardly blinking from what Hermione could see. Why does her name bother her so much? Oliver had her hand in his and she was leaning against his chest. Interesting. Chris was sitting on Oliver's other side with his head in his hands. Violet and Lilac sat down pulling Hermione with them.
"Well that was….dramatic." Chris was the first to break the silence. Everyone nodded in agreement. "So Hermione did he give you the schedule?" She handed it to him. "Well you do have class with us." Hermione could see he was happy about that which in return made her happy.
Remy snorted and whispered something to Oliver that made him laugh. Hermione felt a little uneasy she guessed they were laughing at her and her suspicions were confirmed when Oliver's eyes darted to her. The rest of lunch passed uneventfully. Hermione and Chris passed more shy smiles and Remy and Oliver continued to laugh. Violet and Lilac decided that Hermione was in desperate need of a make over and told her to meet them back here after school and they'd go shopping. She tried arguing that she didn't have much money but Lilac told her not to worry their father was a very wealthy. Remy decided to accompany them, afraid of what might happen if the twins where left to their own devices.
When the bell rang Hermione followed Remy and Chris to their class. Hermione sat in the very back, not her usual spot but evidentially it was Chris and Remy's. She found it extremely difficult to concentrate, Chris was sitting on her right side and every once and awhile she would catch him staring at her. Remy slide a piece of folded paper to Hermione, who opened it curiously. Scribbled in neat hand writing were the words:
This class is boring, no? So it was a note! Hermione rarely passed notes in class, it distracted her from taking notes but seeing as how she couldn't concentrate anyway she decided to reply.
Yeah it's.
Not that you're bored.
What's that supposed to mean.
Don't think I don't notice those looks Chris keeps giving you and vice versa. You must really like him.
Am I really that obvious?
Well to me yes, but Chris is still oblivious. You know how guys are.
Ooooooooh yeah, most of my friends back home are boys.
If they are anything like Oliver and Chris then I pity you.
Why?
Well Oliver has a crush on me and I like him and all but he's too much like a brother to me. Hermione smiled, it reminded her of herself and Ron. He just doesn't get it.
What's wrong with Chris?
He is really flakey. It's cute sometimes but other times it's horrible. He's always leaving his homework at home and forgetting to pick me up on his way to school.
"Miss Ritter and Miss…Granger" Professor McGonagall thought Granger would be more appropriate than McGonagall or Malfoy, "would you like to share your notes with the class?" Mr. Elmore stood in front of the class towering over the children who sat in front. He was a lean man with thick classes, who claimed to be thirty but looked much, much older.
"Not particularly, Mr. Elmore."
"Miss Ritter you have been told before that what ever social events must be planned or any other form of 'girl talk' will be done before and after class but not during."
"Yes sir." She saluted him causing the class to laugh.
"That will cost you a detention, Rembrandt Ritter."
"What else is knew?" she muttered under her breath. Apparently Remy got good grades but wasn't a teachers pet. Hermione envied her; she always did what she was asked without question. For once she would like to tell a teacher what she was really thinking.
Draco watched the scene from his seat in the middle of the room. This class was easily the most boring. There weren't even any pretty girls to fantasize about, except Miss Ritter but he had met her and had a rough idea of what she was like that kinda ruined the fantasy. He watched Mr. Elmore reprimand Hermione with smug satisfaction. Finally the mudblood gets what she's had coming for years.
"As for you Miss Granger," Hermione looked down at her feet, "this is a warning do not make a habit of passing notes in my class." Damn it, just a warning? Where is the fun in that?
"Yes, Mr. Elmore." Her cinnamon eyes locked Draco's steel ones. Suddenly all thoughts of punishment were forced from his mind and replaced by fantasizes of himself and the girl he stared at. Stop it, Draco. He shook his head as if he was trying to shake the thoughts from his mind. He couldn't think about a mudblood like that, it was just plain wrong. Although he shook the thoughts from his mind he couldn't shake the feeling that she wasn't just a snobby know-it-all with bushy hair and crooked teeth, no she was that and so much more.
