AN: Okay, so the sixth book is basically disregarded through this whole story. Only because I HATE the ending of that book and because I don't like Professor Slughorn. That's why Snape is still the professor of potions. OKAY! Have fun reading:
Girly Girl
Written by Jami Ruggeri
June 25th, 2005
Chapter Two: Lunch Date
In Potions Hermione sat down quickly in her seat next to Ron and Harry. She tried to avoid eye contact with Malfoy who sat on the other side of the room, facing her direction. Professor Snape, who was sitting at his desk, gave her a quick glance, raising his eyebrow at her new look.
"Today you will be beginning to learn how to make Veritaserum." Snape said in his slippery, monotonous voice. "Open your books to page three hundred and twenty six for the ingredients and directions. You are now all on your own so get started. No talking." And Snape went back to some paperwork he had on his desk.
Hermione sighed and opened her book to the right page. Hermione didn't feel like herself today. Well, she certainly didn't look like herself either. Maybe it was because of the make over and all of the attention but she just did not feel like working or anything. But Hermione did her work nonetheless, but carelessly and lazily with no passion whatsoever. Ron and Harry gave her concerned looks when they noticed her strange behavior and reoccurring sighs, but Hermione only smiled and shrugged.
Just as Hermione was finishing up with her Veritaserum something nudged at her foot. Confused, she bent down to see what it was. It was a folded up piece of paper. A note?
She picked it up, making sure Snape didn't see, and opened it as quietly as she could. It read:
Are you avoiding me, Granger? You haven't looked at me at all during class and you forgot I even existed during Defense Against the Dark Arts. It almost hurts my feelings. Maybe you could make up for it by joining me for lunch outside in the courtyard.
Hope to see
you there.
Draco Malfoy.
Hermione pondered for a moment. That was not like Malfoy at all. Maybe to other Slytherin girls he would pass notes asking them for a lunch date, but surely not a Gryffindor, and definitely not a Mudblood.
Hesitantly, she looked up, and sure enough he was looking back, that infamous smirk plastered on his lips. Hermione tried not to smile. She tried to ignore the butterflies she was feeling in her lower stomach. She tried not to blush when he winked. But she just couldn't help it. It was like he had her trapped.
Out of all the young men at Hogwarts she had to be feeling a sense of curiosity, interest, and tad bit of lust for someone she had hated for years. But was Draco Malfoy really that unlikable? Sure, he rubbed the fact that he was rich and handsome in your face everyday, and his father was a cruel, loathsome Death Eater. But somehow, somewhere inside of him, there was good. And Hermione seemed to be the only one who could see that.
She gave in and smiled back, assuring him that she would meet him there at lunch.
Hermione didn't even go to the Great Hall. She just went straight into the courtyard. She sat down on a bench that was placed under a tree and waited.
No more than five minutes later Draco Malfoy walked into the courtyard, saw her, smiled, and went to sit next to her. They looked at each other as he took his place on the bench. He reached into his robes and pulled out a green, shiny apple. "Hungry?" He offered and held out the appealing apple to her. She smirked and gave him a suspicious look.
"Poisoned?"
"Now why would I go and do something like that?" He asked her. "Here, I'll show you." He then took the apple, and bit into it, it juices splashing onto his mouth. Hermione licked her lips, hungrily, yet lustfully. "Trust me yet?" He said playfully and handed her the apple.
"Yes, I am now satisfied." She then took a bite as well, and smiled. She noticed Draco had been staring at her mouth as she ate. "Find something interesting about my mouth, Malfoy?"
He chuckled. "Well, since you asked," He leaned in, his lips only a few inches from her own lips. He reached a hand up and picked a spec of apple off of her mouth and stuck it in his own mouth and ate it. "There was something on them that was bothering me."
"Touché." Hermione smiled and continued eating the apple. "So, why the sudden interest in asking me to have lunch with you?"
"Let's just say I enjoy your company."
"Well put."
"Thanks." They looked at each other and smiled, Hermione finishing chewing on a bite of her apple. There was a soft, long silence and then he spoke again. "So, this Saturday…" He began. "I'm heading into Hogsmeade. Care to join me?"
"Well, I was planning on going with Harry and Ronald anyway, but I'm sure they won't mind if I tell them that I'm going with…" She stopped. "Well, they might be a little skeptical of the idea of you and I going together." She blushed. He snorted.
"Well, they are just going to have to get over it." His hand came dangerously close to hers, just barely touching. He was leaning towards her. She was feeling a little bit uncomfortable at the closeness. "They do not own you. If you want to come with me, it is your decision. If you want to be anywhere with me, doing anything with me, it is not their business…" With those last words he began to close the space between them.
Hermione squeaked and jumped up, clutching onto the tree beside them. Draco chuckled and got up as well, walking over to her. He placed his hands on either side of her head, onto the tree. He was so close. Their bodies almost completely pressed together. "What are you so afraid of?" He began to lean in again. Halfway through he opened his eyes again and saw she had her eyes clenching in closure. Her face was flushed, and her body was stiff. He sighed in defeat and back away. She opened her eyes and watched his retreating form. He turned back around to look at her with a smirk and said, "I'll see you on Saturday, Hermione."
She was still getting over the initial shock that Draco Malfoy was just about to kiss her when she realized that he had just addressed her by her first name, and not just as 'Granger'.
What was going on? Not only was she getting attention from boys, most of the attention was from Draco Malfoy, who had flirted with her in the hallways after breakfast, passed a note to her in Potions class, asked her on a lunch date, offered her an apple, and attempted to kiss her, TWICE.
Hermione might have been weirded out by this, but she was also sort of… well happy. She wasn't getting mixed signals like she always did from Ron. Hermione was definitely well aware that somewhere in Draco, he fancied her.
Just then, Hermione realized that she fancied him back.
So why wasn't she able to let him kiss her? Why was she so afraid? It wasn't as if it was her first kiss. There had been Viktor. Maybe it wasn't the kiss she was afraid of. Maybe it was what would happen afterwards. Draco Malfoy was not known for being a prude, and everyone in school knew that. Hermione had only kissed before. Not only was it the sexual part she was afraid and nervous about, it was the fact that if anyone found out they would most likely be mad at her. Slytherin girls would most likely try to hex her, and Harry and Ron would go and attempt at beating him up.
But in the back of her head, Hermione knew that even though she was afraid, she wanted to kiss him. She wished she wasn't so afraid about the repercussions that she could show him that she liked him. For all she knew, he could be thinking that she hated him. But Hermione was reassured when she remembered how he walked away, smirking and saying, "I'll see you on Saturday." And calling her by her first name.
She smiled widely and headed to her next class, for lunch was now over.
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Sorry it was kinda short, but my fingers hurt and I figured that this was a good place to stop. Review please!
Jami :
