Hi guys!
Okay so here is the deal, I havent' posted in a really long time, and eventhough i do think that this story has a lot of potential, I don't think I'm good enough at writing it.
So, I'm just going to writeone more chapter and see how it goes.
Thanks to the ones that followed, liked or reviewed this story, you guys probably already forgot about it (insert laughing emoji here) butI haven't forgotten about you. So from the bottom of my heart, thank you!
Last thing, I'm going on an exchange program this summer so I hope that when I come back, my English would have improved enough to write a little better! (clearly I'm not from the US, actually I've never even been there so there's that.)
Oh and maybe if I don't follow the exact rhythm of the story I had later, I did it kind of in purpose, I'm trying to make it a liitle more fun and fluent, wish me luck!
Disclaimer: None of this characters belongs to me, they are all property of JKR
*** A week later ***
Just because I don't particularly like you doesn't mean I don't pay attention – that little sentence wouldn't go out of my head, and that made me ask myself who really was Draco Malfoy. So far I'd realize that he was actually pretty good at school, best student kind of good, and that he was really good with details, like when he said he liked the new shampoo I was wearing. It's amazing how you can know someone for so long, but not really know him at all.
I started paying more attention to him in class, how he lifted his eyebrow when someone said the wrong answer, or how he touched his forehead when he was concentrated.
So, clearly today in flying lessons I was watching him when he said "Hermione stop staring, it makes me nervous" I almost run into the castle of embarrassment. I was so ashamed, I didn't even realize he'd called me Hermione instead of Granger until three hours later.
"Miss Granger!" Professor Arreg said after lunch "I've received really good reviews of you, of how incredibly clever, and commited you where" I smiled at that but… "But I can't really see that in class…"
"Yeah, I'm really sorry professor, flying brooms are not really my thing, but I swear I'm doing my best"
"It doesn't seem like it, you have to get better somehow, or you could fail the class"
"Oh no Professor please, is there anything I could do?" I just couldn't fail flying lessons! It's like failing gym
"I'll think of something" And she left.
"What was all that about?" Draco said at my back
"Oh Merlin's beard, Dra-Malfoy don't do that!" he grinned a little at that, I really hope he didn't notice I called him Draco.
"So? What was that about?" I couldn't tell him I was failing that would be pathetic.
"That? Uhm… nothing, we were just uhmm, chatting" I lied. Badly
"Chatting huh? Ok then, but you did know that you are the worse liar in the world right?" he said that and then he left.
That night when I went to my room I found a box of frog chocolates in my bed, with a letter attached to it. It was a picture of Ron and Harry laughing that said "We Miss you ´Mione!" and a letter of them telling me about everything outside of Hogwarts. "I miss you too guys…" I said quietly. It was weird not having them around. It happened a lot that I turned to tell Ron or Harry, a joke or anything and they weren't there. It was weird and sad, after all we've been through…
"Hermione!" Ginny's screaming voice stopped my thinking time
"What?"
"Blaise asked me out!" oh no
"really? That's awesome"
"He just asked me to walk with him in the gardens and just talked to me you know? He is really different than what we think…" She kept talking, and I kept listening. But I hated when she did this to herself. She is in love with Harry, everyone knows that, and Harry loves her back, but she doesen't believe it, mainly of course because Harry hasn't been able to express his feelings to her, partly because of his promise to Ron.
But anyway, she loves him, but she thinks Harry does not love her back, so she looks for other boys to try and forget about him, something that is not really healthy if you ask me…
But I kept smiling, as she kept talking, because, right now, this exact moment, she was happy, and who am I to take that away from her.
Ok, it's awful, I know, I'm sorry.
Goodbye guys! It was a pleasure
