Get The Point?
Hermione climbed the stairs towards the Astronomy Tower. She always wondered why Professor Dumbledore liked to schedule all the meetings for the assignments...here. It was such an odd place, but she figured that he just might like seeing the stars at night. Who knows.
It was such a long walk up to the tower, that she started singing one of the songs that she was singing earlier to herself that day. "Cause everybody tries to put some love on the line, and everybody feels a broken heart some time, even when I said-" Unfortunately she was stopped in the middle of her line, by none other than Draco himself.
"Granger." He nodded at her from steps behind.
She watched him walk up the steps towards her and he stopped in front of her.
"What was that you were singing?" He was oh too curious, to know. She gave him a puzzled look, walked around him, and continued up the stairs towards the tower. "Don't walk away from me, Granger."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought that I already did. Get over yourself, Malfoy." She continued walking up the stairs, but was stopped again in her tracks as Malfoy pushed her against the tower walls.
"Look, I just want to know the name of that song. It...it reminds me of something. P-please can you tell me the name of the song?"
She stared at him coldly. "Sorry, Malfoy. But, you're violating me." He did not understand what she had meant, until she looked down. His hand was lying under her right breast and she was starting to get tense. "Mind if you watch where you place your hands, next time?", she spat at him and then pushed him away from her and finished her walk up to the tower, where she met her professor.
"Ah, Ms. Granger, Mr. Malfoy. It is nice to see you again, on this lovely evening. Have you noticed the stars?" said Dumbledore as he stared out of one of the windows in the tower. "They're brighter than ever. Beautiful sight." He then turned around and put his hands together.
"Uh, sir, sorry for interrupting. However, I was wondering while I was walking up here, why we always have our meetings in this exact tower, every time? Is there something significant about this place?" said Hermione.
"Actually, there is something about this place. You see, this is the reason for this meeting, a matter of fact. This tower will be used for a ball that you," Dumbledore was pointing at Hermione and Draco as he said this",will have to decorate." Draco gave him a disgusted, but puzzled look, he didn't quite get the picture. "Oh, no Mr. Malfoy, this room is just one of many rooms for the ball. The ball will consist of multiple rooms, but it's not exactly a...ball. More like a Scavenger Hunt."
"Scavenger Hunt for what, sir?" said Hermione.
"You and Draco will decide that. You both must pick the theme and what goes along with it. Also, as an added notation about this ball, it will be longer than usual. Instead of it ending at its normal time of 12 P.M., it will be ending at but 2 P.M. The reason so, is that this hunt must be fair to all houses and years. For example, all years from first to seventh will have one person who has found the most items hidden, it can be in groups or individuals. Most likely, it will be in groups as you need to make most of them rated by difficulty. But, you must make years with different difficulties. Do not give seventh years, what a first year should know because they already do and certainly don't give a first year what you should know, because they will not understand. You'll figure out how to do this. It's simple. Don't worry, you have a bit over a month to make this happen. Also, there will be another meeting explaining this further. Good luck to you, two." Dumbledore finished with his little speech and bid them goodnight. As he walked towards the towers staircase, he was stopped by Hermione.
"But, sir. Should it be magic related?"
"No. It does not have to be, but if you want to have it, magic related. Then, do so." He then nodded at her and walked down the staircase out of the tower.
"Nice.", she said smiling. "Whatever we want. I like this, so far."
"Yeah, right. Anyway, can you give me the name of that song, any minute now?", said Draco over by one of the windows. He was leaning upon it, waiting for her answer.
"Draco, you don't deserve to know the name of that song. It's more personal to me than it should be to you."
"So, are you saying that I should not know the name of this one song, because you find it personal to you? And...why should I care, exactly?"
She gave Draco a look of pure hatred. "That there, tells me you don't deserve anything. You're a spoiled brat, who gets whatever he wants. I don't give you anything you want because you don't deserve it. Get the point?"
"Just for you. No. Granger, of course I get whatever I want", he advanced on her as she was walking backwards towards the staircase not knowing where she was going. "and what I want is the name of that song. That's all you need to give to me."
"No, Malfoy. Why is it such a big deal to you?" she said continuing to walk backwards to the staircase.
"I told you before, it reminds of something. It's none of your business." He continued to advance on her while she was about three feet away from the staircase.
"Fine. The name of the song is-" she was at the entrance of the staircase and she didn't even know it, but by the sight of Draco's eyes, he knew what was going to happen. She took one-step back and fell backwards, screaming with flailing arms. He rushed to her as quickly as he could, managing to get her by her waist and pulled her up towards him. Wasn't she a lucky girl? D
She clutched at Draco's robes and he held her close to him. She felt at peace all of a sudden, as his arms were around her, as if making sure that she was okay, as if...as if...he loved her. He spoke up and looked at her, "Are you okay?"
She didn't want to look at him. She just made an idiot of herself. She was embarrassed for the second time tonight, and it was all because of Draco Malfoy. "Are you okay?" he said again.
"Y-yeah. I-I'm fine." she said. Her heart was racing and she didn't want to let him go. Something about him was telling her that she didn't want to leave him, ever. That she wanted to stay like this. It felt so perfect. Especially the way he knew how to hold her, not even Ron could achieve what he was doing. She finally managed to look at him, a bit pink and she swallowed spit that began to flood in her mouth. He was still looking at her and he looked at her eyes and she saw it again. The pain, the agony, something was going on in his life that was making him feel so. She wanted to know.
"Dr-Malfoy.", she said softly. "Mind...mind letting me go?", she really didn't want him to let go, but it would look a bit strange if someone were to walk in on them at that moment. She didn't want people getting the wrong idea.
"Oh...sorry." He was thinking the same thing. Something was so perfect about her as he held her, as if it was right for her to be in his arms. He just didn't know why and it felt so queer. He didn't have time to think about this. He wouldn't let this take a toll on him, not now...not ever. He then let her go after a moment and she took a step back.
"Malfoy, is something wrong?"
He snapped out of his trance and thinking as Hermione started to talk to him. "W-what?"
"Is there something wrong? Something that I should know about? You don't seem like...Malfoy."
"I'm fine, Granger." He wasn't fine, he wanted to hold her again. Just to smell her hair, to kiss her lips, to run his hands along her body and have her to be his and his alone. Hold on, why am I thinking this way? She's mudblood Granger. True, but she's beautiful and smart. No! Stop it Draco, she's a muggle. You a pureblood. "Just...stop it!"
Hermione was taken aback and she took her step back up to him cautiously. She wanted to touch him and tell him everything would be okay. Yes, everything would be okay. She extended her hands slowly and took Draco's hands in hers, which were now on his face. "Malfoy? Stop what?" His eyes looked like he was trying to recollect something that he remembered. What it was, she knew she'd never know. He'd never tell her.
At that moment, Draco looked in her eyes searching for something and he saw it. He saw what he was always looking for. Love.
He wanted to lean in and kiss her, but how would he explain that to her when he pulled away? Would he say, "I get what I want, Granger." or maybe even something 'funny', "It was a pull of gravity. I was forced to do that by nature." Hah. What a look he would get from her, and slap! Oh, goodness gracious, he didn't want another punch from her. Not from third year. He remembered it like it was yesterday, him and Crabbe and Goyle making fun of Hagrid at the top of the hill from his hut and 'The Golden Trio' came down and she punched him. Oh, that made him mad at her for days. Madness inside of him that...made him love her.
Why is he looking at me like that, for? She looked away and turned around. "The name of the song is "These Walls"". She started to walk down the staircase cautiously.
He heard her. The song was called "These Walls". But, wait. By who?
"Granger!" said Draco running after her. She kept her walk down the case.
"Yes, Malfoy?"
He caught up to her and grabbed her arm, stopping her at the end of the staircase. "Who's the person that sings the song?"
"Teddy Geiger. Muggle artist." At that, she tugged her arm away from his grasp and walked towards her common room via Gryffindor Tower. She wanted to get away from him, but he wouldn't let her. He walked with her. Why, she didn't know. Plus, she couldn't say that he couldn't be in this tower as he was a head.
"Granger. You know...back there. It..."
"It didn't mean anything. What made you think that it did?" She wanted to hear his smart remark. So that she could just drive a nail through his head for making her feel so secure in the wrong person's arms.
"You seemed to...you know."
"No. I don't."
"You seemed to care. You acted like you cared about me, as if...as if...you wanted to know what was wrong."
She stopped walking and turned to him, grabbing at his upper arm. "Malfoy. I may not like you, but I sure as hell do care about your well-being. You're just as much of my responsibility as anyone around this place."
His heart and his mind were scattering all over the place. He couldn't take it. He didn't want that answer. He wanted her to tell him that she cared for him, that she had feelings for him as he had towards her. He wanted her to be in his bed, for her to feel secure in his arms, to know that he wouldn't let anyone hurt her, to let her know that he loved her with every fiber of his being. She would never know the nights when he dreamed about her. The nights where he felt like killing himself because Weasley had what he always wanted. He just never thought that he would see love and passion in her eyes. Especially from herself to him.
"Oh."
She let go of his arm and bit the inside of her mouth hard. "Ow." She placed her hand on her mouth massaging her mouth, in a way. Mhm. That's what I get for touching him.
He couldn't look at her. He didn't want to look at her, but at the same time, he wanted to tell her that that silly cut in her mouth was going to heal soon and that she had nothing to worry about. But he knew that he would talk to her rudely, so he decided not to.
He then started his walk again to the room and Hermione trailed behind him. She wanted to be behind him, to see if he would notice anything. He didn't. His hair is beautiful, it looks so...so...perfect. Not one hair out of place. Just like him. No, Hermione. You can't think like this. You have Ron. You love Ron. Repeat it to yourself. You have Ron, you love Draco. Ah, God forget it. It's hopeless.
They finally reached the Common Room and Draco said the password, which was not just one word, but a group of words. "Love is unjust." They both entered the room quickly and nodded at each other as they walked into their own respected rooms.
In Draco's room, sitting on his bed was his eagle, with a note in his beak. It flew over to him and Draco took the letter from its beak and walked it over to his bed once again. He sat down reading the letter. It was from Blaise Zabini. His fellow Slytherin, his cousin. Best one at that. For some odd reason, Blaise had started his letters now with excerpts from...muggle songs. Draco just shook his head at such a silly thing, but stopped as he read it. The excerpt that Blaise had on this one letter were the same exact words that Hermione was singing walking up the staircase up to the tower.
He read the letter to himself:
Drake,
Your mother told me to tell you this: "Your father is coming by Hogwarts, this weekend. Don't act like a fool around him or away from him. Word to the wise, Draco." Hm, your dad coming here? Why would he be coming to Hogwarts for this time?
I mean, you didn't do anything that you weren't supposed to already these past two months...right? And if you did, why didn't you tell me! I'm insulted Drake. Anyway, tomorrow we're going to Hogsmeade. Tell me if you would like to come.
Later, man.
BZ
Draco, rolled his eyes and sighed and wrote on the bottom of the letter, "Sure. I'll meet you in the Great Hall tomorrow at noon. Be there. Don't be late. -Drake." He really didn't want to go to Hogsmeade tomorrow, but he just remembered that he really did need to. He needed to get some more treats for his eagle and some quills. What a day tomorrow would hold. Yeah. Right. He attached the letter to his eagles' leg and gave it a treat and had it fly back to Blaise and told him to stay there overnight and come back in the morning. And just as Draco told it not to, it didn't come back after he let it out that night.
Hermione entered her room and she couldn't believe her eyes who she saw in her room. It was Harry, Ron, and Ginny. Why they were there, she didn't but know.
"Hey, Herms!" said Ginny. Hermione groaned. She hated being called Herms. Ron and Ginny did it for fun to torture her. That's why she always hit Ron on the back of his head most of the times when he called her that, but sometimes she just didn't have the energy to do so.
"Hey Gin. Harry. Ron." she nodded at each name and she walked over to her bed, laid down on it, and sighed.
"Tired, Mione?" said Harry.
She nodded in her pillow. She really wasn't sleepy, she just wanted them to leave, so that she could continue to think. Was that so hard to ask for? Hm. I guess so, as they still were standing there. Ron walked over to her and sat down next to her and put his hand on her back and gave her a kiss on her cheek. "Why're you so tired, honey? You were just out for only twenty minutes tops." He brushed back a hair that was falling in front of her eye and looked at her. She didn't answer. "...So?"
"Ron, Dumbledore gave us an assignment and we were thinking over it while we were coming back. My brain and body is tired. Especially from walking up so many flights of stairs. They need elevators in this place."
"An...elevator? What's an elevator?" asked Ron.
"It's like a staircase, that goes straight up. It transports people straight up."
"So, it's like a slide that can fly you upwards?" He was utterly confused, but he wanted to know.
Hermione controlled her laughter, while Harry already lost his. He looked like he was about to start crying from so much laughter that he was presenting.
"Yes, Ron. A slide that flies you upwards." she gave a small laugh and yawned. "Guys, I'm tired. Can I go to bed?"
"But, Mioneeeeee.", whined Ron. "I want to stay here, with you."
Ginny coughed in the background and Harry gave a snort of laughter. "Yeah, Ron. Stay here...with her. I swear you're trying your best to make her pregnant. Have you two ever even gotten down and dirty yet?"
"Ginny! That's preposterous!" Ron on the other hand was blushing madly. He looked like he was about to burst. "Gah! You two, out! Out!" She jumped off her bed and ran after them and shooed them out of her room.
"Ron. You're disgusting."
"Hah. I know." He walked up to her and put his arms around her waist and kissed her neck, she put her hand on his chest to push him away. She didn't want any of that tonight, she just wanted to go to sleep, and that's it.
"I really want to go to bed, Ron. Please, can I go to bed!"
"But-"
"No buts, ands, or ors. I'll see you tomorrow. Plus, you have two minutes to get to your common room before you could get in trouble. You don't need another detention. Not after the five you've already had since this school year started."
"Well, sooooorry. I was only having fun, but I'll let you go. 'Cause I love you and I want you to fall sound asleep, without me around."
She laughed and kissed him softly. "Now, get going." He let go of her and looked at her. "I love you, too Ron." she said smiling, he smiled back at her. He walked around her and walked towards the door and she turned around to watch him leave. She really needed some time alone. He left her in her room and closed the door behind him. She ran to her door and locked it quickly.
"Damn. I was beginning to wonder when that boy was going to leave." she sighed deeply.
She walked over to her bed and kneeled down in front of her nightstand to withdraw something from its borders. "Ah, parchment and quill. Good to go." So, she got up and sat on her bed and wrote a note down, just for memory and safekeeping. The note wasn't for someone to look at, especially Malfoy. She didn't know what he would do if he saw what was written on that note. Maybe she'd die. Yeah, she would.
She finished writing her note and opened her drawer, forgetting that she left her diary underneath her bed. She lay on her stomach for the second time that night and reached under her bed to retrieve her diary. The note lay there next to her on the bed and she came back up and looked at her diary, it was a beautiful diary. Made of black leather with a red butterfly stitch in the corner with her name stitched in gold under it. She loved her diary, given to her by her mother.
She came to her senses as she stared at her diary, looking over her shoulder, she picked up the note and put it in the binds of the book and closed it. Without hesitation, Hermione threw it in her nightstand drawer, where she knew it would be safe. Hopefully.
As Hermione was getting dressed for bed, so was Draco in his room. After sometime, they both walked to their windows and looked out of it and gazed at the stars wondering what tomorrow would hold for them both. Draco shrugged it off and turned to his bed, where he climbed in and stared at the ceiling for what may have seemed like centuries. Hermione decided to on the other hand to just jump in her bed and fall asleep. She didn't want to miss anything tomorrow, if there was anything. As Hermione lay asleep in her room, Draco just kept on thinking on and on for hours, what they should do about the ball. After sometime, he fell asleep too, wondering if Hermione would like the idea that he came up with in the period that he just presented himself.
-- AN: Merr. I'm done? Gawd.
Emotionlesssssss. :dances: Yeah, I used Teddy Geiger's song. Deal.
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