'AAARRY POTTAA, YOU MUST NOT RETURN TO 'OGWAAAARTS, 'OGWARTS, 'OGGY WARTY HOGWAAAAARTS.. what?
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"Don't you think you should go after him, Hermione?" Draco whispered, regaining his cool, and acting as though nothing important had happened. He felt hurt by the way Hermione had reacted to Ron walking in on them waking up, and he bite his lip to stop himself from frowning.
"After Ron? Oh no, he's such a pansy, I'll let him cool down. Harry will knock some sense into him, but Draco," She turned to look into his cold, gray eyes. "I'm sorry for sleeping on you."
"No problem, c'mon, we should get to breakfast." He said, rubbing the back of his head.
Hermione nodded, a sheepish smile on her face as she took in Draco's appearance for the first time that lovely Saturday morning, and it was lovely because she had woken up besides the boy of her dreams. Quite literally.
Her lips twitched as her mind processed this thought, and Hermione nodded again, staring blankly at the portrait hole. "Um, yeah, lets go."
"Right." Draco murmured, seemingly nonchalant. "Erm, Hermione.."
"Yeah?" She was quiet, gathering her cloak in her arms, and heading for the door. "We can talk on the way down, Draco, I'm really hungry." Truthfully she was, her stomach grumbled just then to add to the effect. She laughed, nervous. Oh gods, why was she nervous? He was only Draco Malfoy, assumed sex god of Slytherin, beautiful, angelic, what with his platinum blonde hair, and his cloudy gray eyes, so emotionless at times, but when they would meet her own honey brown eyes.. Oh she was kidding herself. "Hungry.." Hermione repeated, lost in thought.
He rose swiftly from the couch, opening the portrait hole, and holding it just so, so she would brush past him. A shiver ran down from his torso, from where she'd touched him as her cloak whipped at his toned chest, her arms flailing as she struggled to put it on, the cold wind hitting them both. A sort of electrical shock shivered through him. Odd, he thought, eyes darkening as he lost himself in thought.
They were both silent, thought not uncomfortably so, as they wandered through the passages, suits of armor creaking occasionally, filling the silence.
"Draco?" Her voice was timid, hesitant, the expression on her face confused as she bit her lip.
"Hm?"
"Why have you been so nice to me?" Her voice was shriller than usual, her eyes wide and glued to the floor.
They had both stopped walking, standing still in the empty corridor.
His mind blanked but his ears were filled with a horribly loud buzzing sound. It felt as though someone had flipped him upside down, and all the blood was rushing quite violently to his head. His gray eyes looked almost stormy, his lips pressed into a firm line.
Finally he uttered one simple sentence, "I'm not my father."
Hermione glanced at him, eyes widening slightly. "I-I never said you were..."
A smile escaped him, and he took several quick steps, and draped his arm around her shoulders gently, in a friendly manner. "Hermione, I'm not who you think I am, nor who you thought I was. I'm not going to be like my father anymore, I don't agree with any of his decisions. We're at peace right now, can't you feel it? Birds are still singing their merry songs..."
She glanced up into his face, taking in every little detail. A feeling of safety and security pulsed through her veins, and bliss sang softly in her ears. She felt herself melt into his slight embrace, and she nodded, taking in every word he uttered out of those thin and yet gorgeous lips.
"Now c'mon, 'Mione, let's get down to breakfast, or I fear you might faint." He smiled down at her, where she was tucked so easily under his arm.
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"Do you mind being my partner today, 'Mione?" Questioned Ron, the following monday. His eyes flickered with annoyance as he eyed the seat besides Hermione, which was currently taken by Draco. "You see, I'm having a bit of trouble, and Harry is no better than I am..."
With an imploring expression on her face, Hermione turned to Draco. "You don't mind, Draco, do you? You and Harry could, erm.. bond.."
"No, not at all, Hermione." Inside, he was fuming, as though there were several monsters having some sort of bloody war in his intestines, jabbing painfully upwards, towards his stomach and at his heart.
A grim satisfaction settled in Ron just then, as Draco's cool expression slipped momentarily, annoyance shining through his eyes, and jealousy twisting his face in that brief second.
"Thaaanks, Draco." Ron hissed in his ear just as Draco brushed past him to sit beside Harry. "Thankyou, 'Mione, you're so good to me."
"Oh, shut up, Ron." She snapped, smiling at him playfully.
"Alright class, today we shall be experimenting with..."
"So, erm.. Draco.." Harry began, his voice a soft whisper, as Snape continued on with describing the elegance and the cruelty of the potions, and all the same they went through in every class. "How, um.. how are you?"
"I'm alright, Harry, and yourself?" His expression was blank, however, as he watched Hermione and the Weasel out of the corner of his eyes.
Harry laughed now, amused. Though he didn't show it in an expressive way, he knew Hermione and Ron better than perhaps even they knew themselves, and he was easily figuring Draco out. His eyes wandered from Hermione's relaxed position to Ron's slightly too eager actions in order to please her, to fix all their tiny arguments and to try to get her back to him.. then he turned to look at Draco, who was now muttering underhis breath, violently chopping at a salamander's tail, his whole body tense. "I'm good, but I don't think that cutting board will be if you continue on like that.."
Draco twitched, looking up at Harry with wide eyes, but he absentmindedly continued to cut up the tail, and in the process,
"Ow!! Oh bloody hell!" He stuck his forefinger into his mouth, and abruptly spat it out, his tongue quickly turning into a nasty shade of green, and his finger bleeding a lot more than necessary.
"Malfoy, to the infirmary. Potter, you join your little friends there, I'll have to clean up.." Snape sneered, sweeping over and beginning to wipe down the desk. "Move, Potter." He growled, and Harry moved to sit between Hermione and Ron.
"What happened to Draco?" Hermione asked, looking at Harry worriedly.
"Oh, nothing, he just cut himself.. He'll be fine." Harry answered with a knowing smile.
"Psh, like it matt-- Ow! Sorry, 'Mione.."
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Hermione wandered throughout the empty corridors, the cold wind stinging her face, but she was so lost in thought, she hardly noticed it. Her hair was up in a messy ponytail, and her face was a frozen mess. There were tear stains running down her cheeks, and the little bit of makeup she wore on her eyes had smeared from all the times she'd rubbed her eyes to stop the tears. She'd never truthfully felt a love so strong as she felt now.. Ron had always been there for her, but he couldn't ever get past the just friends stage. He'd toyed with her too much, and honestly he had never had the effect on her that Draco was now having. A whisper of a choked sob escaped her, echoing around the corridor eerily. It seemed to echo far too long, though..
Her one sob turned into quick footsteps, and before she knew it, her face was buried deep into a warm chest. "'Mione.. are you alright?"
That voice, so familiar.. It sent chills down her spine. "Dr-Draco.." She mumbled, pulling away to wipe at her face and smile a broken, little smile at him.
It damn near tore him apart.
"What's the matter?" He insisted, his hands on her shoulders, his stormy gray eyes piercing through her browns. Worry clouded his face, but she smiled again, shaking her head as she regained her wits.
"No, it's nothing, really. Just overthinking, overanaly--"
"For a genius like you to overthink.." He laughed, shoving one hand into a pocket, "Impossible."
His other hand reached out for one of hers, "I want to show you something.. Potter already showed you it before, probably, but I want you to see all the same.. It's quite different under the moonlight."
She nodded, slipping her hand into his, and following him, their footsteps suddenly making no sound compared to the sound of her own fiercely beating heart.
Time seemed to fly, and suddenly Hermione found herself gazing at the Shrieking Shack in wonder, the hill it was precariously perched on covered in snow. The golden glow from the moon illuminated it in a beautiful way. The night seemed to make it more beautiful than the day made it creepy, and then she shivered. She had no cloak, and though inside she was so warm, so content, the weather pierced her skin.
"Oh, I'm sorry.. C'mere." Draco murmured, pulling the petite brunette into his arms, and wrapping his cloak around her. He breathed in a little deeper, the smell of flowers and strawberries dancing into his nose, creating a smile so full of love he could hardly imagine it. So he had fallen for the witch who had once been nothing more than just rubbish to him.
"Hermione.." Draco breathed again, and she looked up, her innocent eyes shining with mystery.. and he pulled her to him.
Their lips met, and it was as though the ground blew apart, they were amidst a battlefield, but it was only the two of them. Feverish, plump lips met cool, perfect ones.. It was quick, and yet it seemed to last an eternity while both their hearts beat erratically and together.
Hermione pulled away, her eyes widening at the same time that her smile did.
"We should get back.." Draco said, a nervous chuckle erupting from his throat. He reached for her hand, and they both darted back to Honeydukes.
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THE END. of this chapter. Hahahaa, long time no update?