Dreaming Of You
By: Lady Slytherin
Disclaimer - These characters do NOT belong to me, so don't sue! Den Grudge and Chaze Turge from Slytherin House are mine though.
Summary - Hermione's in her seventh year and all year she's caught Draco Malfoy stealing glances at her. But after an incident in Potions class, all that changes. Now, it's gone worse. They can read each other's minds and Draco wont leave her alone! D/Hr
A/N - I'm sorry for not updating in a LONG time. You know how writers get lazy. And that we can't come up with a good plot and stuff. Well ... my summer has been so boring ... so here's the next chapter for Dreaming Of You. People have been requesting more romance ... so here it is! Seriously, I don't know why I bothered naming it Dreaming of You. Well, thank you to all the people who reviewed!! I luv u all! And it really inspired me to write more chapters! Enjoy! (dedicated to Anna... all my D/Hr ficys dedicated to Anna)
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Hermione had had enough. She had been tolerating his behavior for quite some time and it was a matter of time that she cracked. She kept her steadily pace walking through the hallways and then outside. Draco however seemed not to care at all at the steam coming out of Hermione's ears. He just put his arms in the back of his head and began to whistle a happy tone.
Hermione seemed very preoccupied with her thoughts that she missed the main door leading outside. She walked to the hallway on her left, her eyebrows knitted together mumbling curses. Draco stopped whistling finally broke the silence between them.
"Where are we going again?" he asked turning his head back noticing they had missed their destination.
"Uggh! No one ASKED you to follow me, Malfoy!" Hermione retorted her temper flaring. "You started following me! If you want to go outside, then go!"
Draco gave her a weird look. "But you wanted to go outside too," he said plainly. "You said you wanted to go out and get some fresh air." He raised his eyebrow. 'She's so confusing,' he thought, 'it's hard to deal with her type.'
Hermione's head darted towards him. She had merely read his thoughts and was ready to come up with a come back.
"You suck," she said. Draco stared at her and then burst out laughing.
Hermione's eyes flared and she headed off back towards the entrance. Draco waved to her. "Well, if you really want to go outside, I'll be joining you later! Quidditch practice!" He turned from her and started to jog back to the common room.
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Chaze leaned against the wall. It wasn't at all like Draco to miss Quidditch practice, especially with the match against Gryffindor coming up within a week. They were all tired of waiting. Blaise Zabini stepped forward.
"Where the hell is he?! I'm tired of waiting!" he exclaimed. Chaze glared at him.
"Draco's been out of his mind these days," he said thinking of the fun they had in Hogsmeade with the girls. "He's been obsessed with a certain girl lately."
The other Quidditch players looked at him obviously confused. Draco never went for any girl. They usually just came to him. Den blinked.
"Really?" he said. "Who?" All of a sudden Chaze was surrounded by the curious faces of the young Slytherin boys of who were all eager to hear his answer.
"I thought it would have been obvious at this time," Chaze said sounding unsure. He looked forward at Den. 'Den was there,' Chaze thought. 'Doesn't he know? How thick could a guy get?'
"W-W-Well ... I -" Chaze stammered before suddenly Draco came in the Slytherin locker room.
"What are you fools talking about?" He snarled at them, clutching his broom on his right hand, Quidditch robes hanging on his shoulder.
Everyone was hushed and fell into a line as Draco examined them coldly. "Get ready," he demanded. "Our first match against Gryffindor will be coming up in the next week," he stopped and leaned against the wall. "I don't want anyone slacking off, am I clear?" he continued.
Draco was glad to see that everyone responded clearly. Their heads nodding and all. Draco smirked. "All right! Let's head out!"
Seven brooms zoomed out of the Slytherin locker room and into the Quidditch field. Their newest keeper, Andrew Nielson gotten off his broom and released the snitch, and the two bludgers.
Draco sighed as he looked around wildly for the snitch. He suddenly felt a drop of water land on the tip of his nose and looked up slowly. Angry grey clouds were beginning to form around the sky, blocking the sun's heavy hot streaks. Rain began to pour shortly.
"Do we cancel for today, Draco?" Alex Hiller shouted as the heavy rain and wind began to consume them.
Draco swore. "Hell no! We're practicing! One way or another! We're not going to let this stop us. There's going to be bad weather from what I've been hearing ... all this week!" He heard all of them groan.
Draco swore again. This was not a good way to practice. Though, if the weather doesn't pick up on the match, at least they'll know what it's like to be out in heavy weather. "WATCH IT!" Draco yelled at Den as a bludger came his way.
"S-Sorry, didn't see you there, Draco," Den Grudge said scratching his head.
"Fuck this," Draco hissed. "This is going to be a long day ..."
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Hermione sighed. She had decided to go outside after all. After ... Draco had left. Now she was alone ... out in the Quidditch bleachers. Soaked. "This is great," she snarled unhappily. "I'm going crazy ... and I ... am ... wet," she let out a groan and buried her head in her arms. Why had she even come out here? Thinking to herself she slowly pulled her coat more tightly around her body.
She looked up slowly. She could just make out the tiny green spots, which she was sure was the Slytherin Quidditch team out there practicing. Hermione just stared. She didn't even know why she WAS staring. She just ... stared.
She could just make out Draco's outline between the heavy wind and rain. 'Is that it?' she thought straightening her back. 'D-Did I come out here to stare at Malfoy?' She leaned her chin on her hand staring at his figure. He was looking around frantically trying to find the golden snitch.
Hermione smirked. 'He sure is something ...' she thought. 'Why can't most guys I meet be like him? Only less... annoying. He annoys me so ...much... it's hard. I've always tried to work things out with him... in the past... but... he's such a prat! The way he acts around people. You'd think he was all mighty and crap.' Hermione sighed plainly still watching him.
She hadn't noticed that the wind had died down a bit and now all was left was just plain rain. Plain... rain... pouring down on her. Hermione suddenly took her chin off her palm. Why was she having all these thoughts about him? And why now? Was it because she was staring at him?
Hermione looked away quickly. "Damn," she swore under her breath. She held herself closely. Why was she having all these thoughts now? God. It was simply killing her. She looked back slowly towards the Quidditch pitch. The players had begun to leave the field and she saw Draco walking back towards the Great Hall. He was soaking wet.
'Might as well go in," she thought. "No use getting sick and missing all my exams." She quietly made her way down the bleachers as the rain slowly poured down on her face and body.
'I'm so confused... I've never felt this way before ... I'm not even sure what it is! I just hate Malfoy.' She stopped right in the middle of the field gazing up slowly. She'd never been this confused in her life. She closed her eyes and let the rain come down on her face.
Sighing she began to hum a nameless tone. Nothing had happened this year. Nothing with Voldemort or anything. It had been truly a very boring year. Not that she already had a lot on her mind already. She was constantly thinking of what was to come. This was their last year at Hogwarts. And Harry was worried about Voldemort attacking the school if he wasn't there. 'Leave it to Harry to play hero...' Over the few years Harry had taken to saving the school. He thought it was his fault that Voldemort had risen... and felt it was his responsibility to defeat him. Yet... there was no sign of the Dark Lord.
'I sure am going to miss this place...' Hermione thought sadly. She new once she graduated she'd have to find a job somewhere. Her parents though... wanted her to attend collage in the Muggle world. Hermione once thought that she might want to take careering to be an Auror ... 'Like Harry and Ron...' She thought. If she attended collage she'd be too busy to talk and write to them... too busy to care about the wizarding world.
'Maybe I can take to becoming one of the Ministry...' she thought. 'Malfoy will be there though...' Over the summer...or so she heard, Malfoy's father, Lucius Malfoy, had gotten his son a job in the Ministry after he graduated. She wasn't sure if it was true or not, she had only heard Malfoy talking loudly at the Slytherin table. 'He's already gotten a higher rank than Mr. Weasley,' she thought.
'I-It's not like he's bad at his work...' It was true. The little blond haired prick's grades have gone off the charts starting sixth year. He was almost better than Hermione herself. 'Almost...' she kept reminding. He was smart... Hermione didn't think he bought his way into being Head Boy like he did in Quidditch. Harry and Ron laughed at the part when they had heard Draco had become Head Boy. 'He's going to fail every assignment' they had said. But Draco was doing great. The teachers gave the Head Girl and Boy their own projects to work on for the school and Draco had always done his part without saying a word. 'He was so quiet until now...' she thought.
"Planning on becoming one of the mer-people are we?" said a voice startling her.
Though she didn't need to turn around. She knew who it was. And she didn't care either. When she didn't answer back, she heard his footsteps come closer. Nearer...
"You shouldn't be out here," he said putting a hand on her shoulder. Hermione felt herself tingle and realized that he didn't mean to sound rude. It probably just came out naturally she thought.
She stopped looking up and stared at him. "Since when did you care?" she replied.
He just raised an eyebrow. "I didn't say it was a bad thing," he said. "Just plain weird that the Head Girl is out on the field staring at the sky blankly looking as if she was about to go to heaven or crap." He crossed his arms over his chest when he didn't get a reply. "Did you just come out to watch me practice?" It brought a smirk on his lips.
Hermione shook her head. "I'm going inside, Malfoy. I can't stand to be around you," she had no intention of getting into a fight with him. She was in a bad mood as it is. She looked at him however. He didn't looked like he was about to say anything nasty to her as always. Well... rather... thinking of it now... he hasn't said anything offensive towards her that would seriously damage her pride.
'Maybe there's something about him that's...' her thoughts wandered off to the last trip at Hogsmeade and her face flushed. Damn. She turned around on her heels and headed back. She expected Draco to follow her but she didn't hear any footsteps running behind her trying to catch up.
She stopped, unknown to her, and looked back at him. He was staring at her. She couldn't quite see the look on his face. He didn't look annoyed. Neither angry. Hermione blinked.
He finally spoke. "Am I that disgusting to you?" he said. It was faint but she caught it and it made her give another two blinks.
She wasn't quite sure she heard right. Hermione looked to her right trying to get the words he had just spoken to sink into her. It wasn't long before she looked up and saw him gone. Damn.
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I haven't seen him all day. I wonder where he's gotten to. I decided to make my way down to the common room. Am I searching for him? Am I actually searching for Malfoy? No way...
Muttering the password to the common room my eyes looked around. His door was wide open. I felt my stomach go all splotchy. Maybe just... one ... peak...
I tiptoed past the few tables and the couch and poked my head into his room. Where is he? He sure wasn't in there ... that's for sure. His room was empty.
I sighed ... damn, damn, damn. I guess... If it'll work... Quietly I began mumbling the words, Malfoy, into my head. No answer. I tried again. Louder this time. Haha let the little prick suffer.
Damn. He still hadn't replied. I flopped down on the couch. Had the spell worn off and I hadn't notice? ... No way... I read his mind a few hours ago. Hmm... 'Malfoy? You there?' I thought not quite knowing what to say. Damn.
I sighed. 'Draco...' I laid my head down on the pillow and my head jerked up from it when I heard him say. 'Yes?'
I frowned at the sudden hearing of his voice. 'Where the hell are you?' I thought quickly.
'Why would you want to know?' was the reply. Damn him.
'Y-You left a big mess at the common room ...I'm not cleaning it up!' I said in her mind. I heard Malfoy snort and didn't reply.
Uggh! I hate him! I just hate him!
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Hermione stormed out of the common room. She needed to relax her mind... what better way than to go to the library. Settling herself in a comfortable chair beside the window she took out a book that she found in the shelves. 'Might be interesting...' she thought. She opened the page and started to read.
Tick...tock...tick...tock... Hermione had been reading for quite some time now. She just couldn't concentrate on what she was reading. 'Why am I still on the first page?' she thought, confused.
Sighing she glanced out the window. It was still raining. 'Darn,' she thought, 'where did the sun go? It was such a wonderful day.' Leaning her head back at the chair she paused at reading. She was bored. ... She couldn't believe it... she was bored of books. 'That can't be it,' she thought. Glancing back outside she closed the book shut and headed outside.
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'Stupid Granger. ... Damn Mudblood,' he thought. Draco slowly slicked his hair with gel. He had just finished taking a shower in the Head Boy bathroom and at the time was when Hermione had begun probing his mind. Well... it did quite shock him when she had said his name. His first name...
Draco cursed under his breath when he found out he was lacking some gel on the side. He started squirting the bottle hoping there was still more jammed in the bottom. 'Fuck this' he thought throwing the bottle to the corner of the room.
Still worrying if his hair would hold for the rest of the day he began making his way back to the common room. He was still mad at Granger. "Why am I so damn mad at her?" he muttered.
He didn't know why he was steaming mad at her. It's not like she had said something to him that was that embarrassing to him. She had just said that she couldn't stand to be around him. 'Why is it bothering me so much?' he thought frustrated. They had always insulted each other. That never had bothered him before. Never. But now...
Damn her. Maybe it was because he was frustrated about the weather. And how their practice on the coming match against Gryffindor turned out so terribly. "Damn wind and rain," he gritted between his teeth just as he said the password to the common room.
Draco looked around. Hermione's bag was on the floor. Was she here? Damnit. He didn't feel like talking to her at all. He made his way towards his room but paused in front of hers. The first thing that went through his head was, damn. He decided to peek inside. She wasn't there.
"Where is she?" It wasn't like he was searching for her. He was just... heading out the door and checking most of the corridors. "Damn Mudblood," he muttered. He started walking faster and decided that ... hey, he wasn't searching for her. No, he was just getting some exercise.
Draco stopped walking though, when he went by an opened window. It had been extremely hot earlier and the smell of the rain against the rocks made Draco dizzy. Then...there, he saw her.
"What the hell is she doing?" he thought. He could clearly see Hermione's form swinging back and forth on the swing set beside the benches. He frowned. The first years from Ravenclaw always hung out there. With a sigh, he headed outside to meet her.
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Hermione had her eyes down. Looking at her legs as it swayed back and forth endlessly. She didn't know why she was outside again. 'I must be going crazy,' she thought. Ever since she had been a little girl, rainy days had often left Hermione sad and confused. She didn't know why and she often tried to convince herself that maybe it was because sad movies often ended with rainy days or something.
But... no, it wasn't that. It wasn't that at all. It was because of Ally. Yeah... Ally. Hermione looked down. She suddenly felt so low. So ...low...
Ally had been Hermione's friend. Almost like a sister to her even. They grew up together in the muggle world. It wasn't until last summer that everything started falling apart. Hermione hadn't seen Ally in the school year because she went to Hogwarts for school. Ally understood that she was a witch and gave no mind to it. She didn't mind helping Hermione with her summer homework either. She had been eager to help out. On a Friday however, Ally had brought her to the park. The weather was fantastic, the sun shining brightly, the birds chirping. Hermione had no idea that day why the clouds started to form closely together. Rain had begun to pour.
Hermione remembered herself telling Ally that they should go back. It was raining and they were alone. Ally said that it would only take a while, so they headed to the swings. They sat on each one. Hermione had begun to swing softly but Ally just looked down. Hermione couldn't understand why her friend was so low, so sad. All of a sudden, Ally began talking about death and how it was a natural part of life. Hermione got freaked out. She didn't understand why Ally was being like this. She was usually a happy person. Happy as can be ...but today...
Ally gave Hermione a smile and had said softly that she had leukemia. Hermione didn't know. She didn't know about it. She had been at Hogwarts, with Harry and Ron. Though she had been writing to Ally. Owling her. Her friend though, hadn't said a word of her sickness.
"Hermione," she said. "I have accepted what lies for me. I know there's no cure. And I'm really sorry I haven't told you." Hermione looked away. "Magic," she said. "Magic can save you, Ally! It can ...I think I can!" Ally gave her a strange look. "Hermione, I know you mean best but, I can't." she looked down. "I would feel terrible. My mother told me that death was a normal thing before she passed away. She said...the angels were waiting for her up there. I haven't seen her since I was eight, Hermione." Ally looked up letting the water pour down her face. "I know, if I die, that I can see her. She's waiting for me." "Ally, I-I'm so sorry-" Hermione started but she didn't know what else to say. "D-Do you want to die?" Ally looked at her. "I-In a way, yes. I know that my foster parents mean good. But I can't face the fact that my mother was dead, Hermione. I-If I die I can see her, right?" she said. Hermione sighed. She didn't know what to make of this. Of any of this...
Hermione watched as her memories flew back to the present. She felt that as if it was all her fault. "I- could have saved her..." she whispered looking down. "Damn rain..."
She suddenly looked up and saw Draco running towards her. He had both his hands on top of his head shielding his hair from the rain. It brought a smile to Hermione's face. He was always around her. Always. She didn't understand why. He had looked hurt when she had made the comment earlier. 'I can't stand to be around you, Malfoy.' She didn't understand. It wasn't even that bad of an insult. Yet, it looked as if he was so hurt about it.
She sighed. Malfoy wasn't so bad. Now that she thought of it. Hermione chuckled as he made his way towards her, stumbling.
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What'd you think? Sorry for taking so long as I said before. Think chapter was pretty long. S'it ok? Please review! And tell me you like it. I pretty much think that the part with Ally was pretty lame but my friend Anna really wanted to put that scene there. So review!!!
By: Lady Slytherin
Disclaimer - These characters do NOT belong to me, so don't sue! Den Grudge and Chaze Turge from Slytherin House are mine though.
Summary - Hermione's in her seventh year and all year she's caught Draco Malfoy stealing glances at her. But after an incident in Potions class, all that changes. Now, it's gone worse. They can read each other's minds and Draco wont leave her alone! D/Hr
A/N - I'm sorry for not updating in a LONG time. You know how writers get lazy. And that we can't come up with a good plot and stuff. Well ... my summer has been so boring ... so here's the next chapter for Dreaming Of You. People have been requesting more romance ... so here it is! Seriously, I don't know why I bothered naming it Dreaming of You. Well, thank you to all the people who reviewed!! I luv u all! And it really inspired me to write more chapters! Enjoy! (dedicated to Anna... all my D/Hr ficys dedicated to Anna)
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Hermione had had enough. She had been tolerating his behavior for quite some time and it was a matter of time that she cracked. She kept her steadily pace walking through the hallways and then outside. Draco however seemed not to care at all at the steam coming out of Hermione's ears. He just put his arms in the back of his head and began to whistle a happy tone.
Hermione seemed very preoccupied with her thoughts that she missed the main door leading outside. She walked to the hallway on her left, her eyebrows knitted together mumbling curses. Draco stopped whistling finally broke the silence between them.
"Where are we going again?" he asked turning his head back noticing they had missed their destination.
"Uggh! No one ASKED you to follow me, Malfoy!" Hermione retorted her temper flaring. "You started following me! If you want to go outside, then go!"
Draco gave her a weird look. "But you wanted to go outside too," he said plainly. "You said you wanted to go out and get some fresh air." He raised his eyebrow. 'She's so confusing,' he thought, 'it's hard to deal with her type.'
Hermione's head darted towards him. She had merely read his thoughts and was ready to come up with a come back.
"You suck," she said. Draco stared at her and then burst out laughing.
Hermione's eyes flared and she headed off back towards the entrance. Draco waved to her. "Well, if you really want to go outside, I'll be joining you later! Quidditch practice!" He turned from her and started to jog back to the common room.
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Chaze leaned against the wall. It wasn't at all like Draco to miss Quidditch practice, especially with the match against Gryffindor coming up within a week. They were all tired of waiting. Blaise Zabini stepped forward.
"Where the hell is he?! I'm tired of waiting!" he exclaimed. Chaze glared at him.
"Draco's been out of his mind these days," he said thinking of the fun they had in Hogsmeade with the girls. "He's been obsessed with a certain girl lately."
The other Quidditch players looked at him obviously confused. Draco never went for any girl. They usually just came to him. Den blinked.
"Really?" he said. "Who?" All of a sudden Chaze was surrounded by the curious faces of the young Slytherin boys of who were all eager to hear his answer.
"I thought it would have been obvious at this time," Chaze said sounding unsure. He looked forward at Den. 'Den was there,' Chaze thought. 'Doesn't he know? How thick could a guy get?'
"W-W-Well ... I -" Chaze stammered before suddenly Draco came in the Slytherin locker room.
"What are you fools talking about?" He snarled at them, clutching his broom on his right hand, Quidditch robes hanging on his shoulder.
Everyone was hushed and fell into a line as Draco examined them coldly. "Get ready," he demanded. "Our first match against Gryffindor will be coming up in the next week," he stopped and leaned against the wall. "I don't want anyone slacking off, am I clear?" he continued.
Draco was glad to see that everyone responded clearly. Their heads nodding and all. Draco smirked. "All right! Let's head out!"
Seven brooms zoomed out of the Slytherin locker room and into the Quidditch field. Their newest keeper, Andrew Nielson gotten off his broom and released the snitch, and the two bludgers.
Draco sighed as he looked around wildly for the snitch. He suddenly felt a drop of water land on the tip of his nose and looked up slowly. Angry grey clouds were beginning to form around the sky, blocking the sun's heavy hot streaks. Rain began to pour shortly.
"Do we cancel for today, Draco?" Alex Hiller shouted as the heavy rain and wind began to consume them.
Draco swore. "Hell no! We're practicing! One way or another! We're not going to let this stop us. There's going to be bad weather from what I've been hearing ... all this week!" He heard all of them groan.
Draco swore again. This was not a good way to practice. Though, if the weather doesn't pick up on the match, at least they'll know what it's like to be out in heavy weather. "WATCH IT!" Draco yelled at Den as a bludger came his way.
"S-Sorry, didn't see you there, Draco," Den Grudge said scratching his head.
"Fuck this," Draco hissed. "This is going to be a long day ..."
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Hermione sighed. She had decided to go outside after all. After ... Draco had left. Now she was alone ... out in the Quidditch bleachers. Soaked. "This is great," she snarled unhappily. "I'm going crazy ... and I ... am ... wet," she let out a groan and buried her head in her arms. Why had she even come out here? Thinking to herself she slowly pulled her coat more tightly around her body.
She looked up slowly. She could just make out the tiny green spots, which she was sure was the Slytherin Quidditch team out there practicing. Hermione just stared. She didn't even know why she WAS staring. She just ... stared.
She could just make out Draco's outline between the heavy wind and rain. 'Is that it?' she thought straightening her back. 'D-Did I come out here to stare at Malfoy?' She leaned her chin on her hand staring at his figure. He was looking around frantically trying to find the golden snitch.
Hermione smirked. 'He sure is something ...' she thought. 'Why can't most guys I meet be like him? Only less... annoying. He annoys me so ...much... it's hard. I've always tried to work things out with him... in the past... but... he's such a prat! The way he acts around people. You'd think he was all mighty and crap.' Hermione sighed plainly still watching him.
She hadn't noticed that the wind had died down a bit and now all was left was just plain rain. Plain... rain... pouring down on her. Hermione suddenly took her chin off her palm. Why was she having all these thoughts about him? And why now? Was it because she was staring at him?
Hermione looked away quickly. "Damn," she swore under her breath. She held herself closely. Why was she having all these thoughts now? God. It was simply killing her. She looked back slowly towards the Quidditch pitch. The players had begun to leave the field and she saw Draco walking back towards the Great Hall. He was soaking wet.
'Might as well go in," she thought. "No use getting sick and missing all my exams." She quietly made her way down the bleachers as the rain slowly poured down on her face and body.
'I'm so confused... I've never felt this way before ... I'm not even sure what it is! I just hate Malfoy.' She stopped right in the middle of the field gazing up slowly. She'd never been this confused in her life. She closed her eyes and let the rain come down on her face.
Sighing she began to hum a nameless tone. Nothing had happened this year. Nothing with Voldemort or anything. It had been truly a very boring year. Not that she already had a lot on her mind already. She was constantly thinking of what was to come. This was their last year at Hogwarts. And Harry was worried about Voldemort attacking the school if he wasn't there. 'Leave it to Harry to play hero...' Over the few years Harry had taken to saving the school. He thought it was his fault that Voldemort had risen... and felt it was his responsibility to defeat him. Yet... there was no sign of the Dark Lord.
'I sure am going to miss this place...' Hermione thought sadly. She new once she graduated she'd have to find a job somewhere. Her parents though... wanted her to attend collage in the Muggle world. Hermione once thought that she might want to take careering to be an Auror ... 'Like Harry and Ron...' She thought. If she attended collage she'd be too busy to talk and write to them... too busy to care about the wizarding world.
'Maybe I can take to becoming one of the Ministry...' she thought. 'Malfoy will be there though...' Over the summer...or so she heard, Malfoy's father, Lucius Malfoy, had gotten his son a job in the Ministry after he graduated. She wasn't sure if it was true or not, she had only heard Malfoy talking loudly at the Slytherin table. 'He's already gotten a higher rank than Mr. Weasley,' she thought.
'I-It's not like he's bad at his work...' It was true. The little blond haired prick's grades have gone off the charts starting sixth year. He was almost better than Hermione herself. 'Almost...' she kept reminding. He was smart... Hermione didn't think he bought his way into being Head Boy like he did in Quidditch. Harry and Ron laughed at the part when they had heard Draco had become Head Boy. 'He's going to fail every assignment' they had said. But Draco was doing great. The teachers gave the Head Girl and Boy their own projects to work on for the school and Draco had always done his part without saying a word. 'He was so quiet until now...' she thought.
"Planning on becoming one of the mer-people are we?" said a voice startling her.
Though she didn't need to turn around. She knew who it was. And she didn't care either. When she didn't answer back, she heard his footsteps come closer. Nearer...
"You shouldn't be out here," he said putting a hand on her shoulder. Hermione felt herself tingle and realized that he didn't mean to sound rude. It probably just came out naturally she thought.
She stopped looking up and stared at him. "Since when did you care?" she replied.
He just raised an eyebrow. "I didn't say it was a bad thing," he said. "Just plain weird that the Head Girl is out on the field staring at the sky blankly looking as if she was about to go to heaven or crap." He crossed his arms over his chest when he didn't get a reply. "Did you just come out to watch me practice?" It brought a smirk on his lips.
Hermione shook her head. "I'm going inside, Malfoy. I can't stand to be around you," she had no intention of getting into a fight with him. She was in a bad mood as it is. She looked at him however. He didn't looked like he was about to say anything nasty to her as always. Well... rather... thinking of it now... he hasn't said anything offensive towards her that would seriously damage her pride.
'Maybe there's something about him that's...' her thoughts wandered off to the last trip at Hogsmeade and her face flushed. Damn. She turned around on her heels and headed back. She expected Draco to follow her but she didn't hear any footsteps running behind her trying to catch up.
She stopped, unknown to her, and looked back at him. He was staring at her. She couldn't quite see the look on his face. He didn't look annoyed. Neither angry. Hermione blinked.
He finally spoke. "Am I that disgusting to you?" he said. It was faint but she caught it and it made her give another two blinks.
She wasn't quite sure she heard right. Hermione looked to her right trying to get the words he had just spoken to sink into her. It wasn't long before she looked up and saw him gone. Damn.
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I haven't seen him all day. I wonder where he's gotten to. I decided to make my way down to the common room. Am I searching for him? Am I actually searching for Malfoy? No way...
Muttering the password to the common room my eyes looked around. His door was wide open. I felt my stomach go all splotchy. Maybe just... one ... peak...
I tiptoed past the few tables and the couch and poked my head into his room. Where is he? He sure wasn't in there ... that's for sure. His room was empty.
I sighed ... damn, damn, damn. I guess... If it'll work... Quietly I began mumbling the words, Malfoy, into my head. No answer. I tried again. Louder this time. Haha let the little prick suffer.
Damn. He still hadn't replied. I flopped down on the couch. Had the spell worn off and I hadn't notice? ... No way... I read his mind a few hours ago. Hmm... 'Malfoy? You there?' I thought not quite knowing what to say. Damn.
I sighed. 'Draco...' I laid my head down on the pillow and my head jerked up from it when I heard him say. 'Yes?'
I frowned at the sudden hearing of his voice. 'Where the hell are you?' I thought quickly.
'Why would you want to know?' was the reply. Damn him.
'Y-You left a big mess at the common room ...I'm not cleaning it up!' I said in her mind. I heard Malfoy snort and didn't reply.
Uggh! I hate him! I just hate him!
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Hermione stormed out of the common room. She needed to relax her mind... what better way than to go to the library. Settling herself in a comfortable chair beside the window she took out a book that she found in the shelves. 'Might be interesting...' she thought. She opened the page and started to read.
Tick...tock...tick...tock... Hermione had been reading for quite some time now. She just couldn't concentrate on what she was reading. 'Why am I still on the first page?' she thought, confused.
Sighing she glanced out the window. It was still raining. 'Darn,' she thought, 'where did the sun go? It was such a wonderful day.' Leaning her head back at the chair she paused at reading. She was bored. ... She couldn't believe it... she was bored of books. 'That can't be it,' she thought. Glancing back outside she closed the book shut and headed outside.
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'Stupid Granger. ... Damn Mudblood,' he thought. Draco slowly slicked his hair with gel. He had just finished taking a shower in the Head Boy bathroom and at the time was when Hermione had begun probing his mind. Well... it did quite shock him when she had said his name. His first name...
Draco cursed under his breath when he found out he was lacking some gel on the side. He started squirting the bottle hoping there was still more jammed in the bottom. 'Fuck this' he thought throwing the bottle to the corner of the room.
Still worrying if his hair would hold for the rest of the day he began making his way back to the common room. He was still mad at Granger. "Why am I so damn mad at her?" he muttered.
He didn't know why he was steaming mad at her. It's not like she had said something to him that was that embarrassing to him. She had just said that she couldn't stand to be around him. 'Why is it bothering me so much?' he thought frustrated. They had always insulted each other. That never had bothered him before. Never. But now...
Damn her. Maybe it was because he was frustrated about the weather. And how their practice on the coming match against Gryffindor turned out so terribly. "Damn wind and rain," he gritted between his teeth just as he said the password to the common room.
Draco looked around. Hermione's bag was on the floor. Was she here? Damnit. He didn't feel like talking to her at all. He made his way towards his room but paused in front of hers. The first thing that went through his head was, damn. He decided to peek inside. She wasn't there.
"Where is she?" It wasn't like he was searching for her. He was just... heading out the door and checking most of the corridors. "Damn Mudblood," he muttered. He started walking faster and decided that ... hey, he wasn't searching for her. No, he was just getting some exercise.
Draco stopped walking though, when he went by an opened window. It had been extremely hot earlier and the smell of the rain against the rocks made Draco dizzy. Then...there, he saw her.
"What the hell is she doing?" he thought. He could clearly see Hermione's form swinging back and forth on the swing set beside the benches. He frowned. The first years from Ravenclaw always hung out there. With a sigh, he headed outside to meet her.
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Hermione had her eyes down. Looking at her legs as it swayed back and forth endlessly. She didn't know why she was outside again. 'I must be going crazy,' she thought. Ever since she had been a little girl, rainy days had often left Hermione sad and confused. She didn't know why and she often tried to convince herself that maybe it was because sad movies often ended with rainy days or something.
But... no, it wasn't that. It wasn't that at all. It was because of Ally. Yeah... Ally. Hermione looked down. She suddenly felt so low. So ...low...
Ally had been Hermione's friend. Almost like a sister to her even. They grew up together in the muggle world. It wasn't until last summer that everything started falling apart. Hermione hadn't seen Ally in the school year because she went to Hogwarts for school. Ally understood that she was a witch and gave no mind to it. She didn't mind helping Hermione with her summer homework either. She had been eager to help out. On a Friday however, Ally had brought her to the park. The weather was fantastic, the sun shining brightly, the birds chirping. Hermione had no idea that day why the clouds started to form closely together. Rain had begun to pour.
Hermione remembered herself telling Ally that they should go back. It was raining and they were alone. Ally said that it would only take a while, so they headed to the swings. They sat on each one. Hermione had begun to swing softly but Ally just looked down. Hermione couldn't understand why her friend was so low, so sad. All of a sudden, Ally began talking about death and how it was a natural part of life. Hermione got freaked out. She didn't understand why Ally was being like this. She was usually a happy person. Happy as can be ...but today...
Ally gave Hermione a smile and had said softly that she had leukemia. Hermione didn't know. She didn't know about it. She had been at Hogwarts, with Harry and Ron. Though she had been writing to Ally. Owling her. Her friend though, hadn't said a word of her sickness.
"Hermione," she said. "I have accepted what lies for me. I know there's no cure. And I'm really sorry I haven't told you." Hermione looked away. "Magic," she said. "Magic can save you, Ally! It can ...I think I can!" Ally gave her a strange look. "Hermione, I know you mean best but, I can't." she looked down. "I would feel terrible. My mother told me that death was a normal thing before she passed away. She said...the angels were waiting for her up there. I haven't seen her since I was eight, Hermione." Ally looked up letting the water pour down her face. "I know, if I die, that I can see her. She's waiting for me." "Ally, I-I'm so sorry-" Hermione started but she didn't know what else to say. "D-Do you want to die?" Ally looked at her. "I-In a way, yes. I know that my foster parents mean good. But I can't face the fact that my mother was dead, Hermione. I-If I die I can see her, right?" she said. Hermione sighed. She didn't know what to make of this. Of any of this...
Hermione watched as her memories flew back to the present. She felt that as if it was all her fault. "I- could have saved her..." she whispered looking down. "Damn rain..."
She suddenly looked up and saw Draco running towards her. He had both his hands on top of his head shielding his hair from the rain. It brought a smile to Hermione's face. He was always around her. Always. She didn't understand why. He had looked hurt when she had made the comment earlier. 'I can't stand to be around you, Malfoy.' She didn't understand. It wasn't even that bad of an insult. Yet, it looked as if he was so hurt about it.
She sighed. Malfoy wasn't so bad. Now that she thought of it. Hermione chuckled as he made his way towards her, stumbling.
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What'd you think? Sorry for taking so long as I said before. Think chapter was pretty long. S'it ok? Please review! And tell me you like it. I pretty much think that the part with Ally was pretty lame but my friend Anna really wanted to put that scene there. So review!!!