First of all, SO SORRY FOR THE LATE RESPONSE!! I kinda forgot about this fanfiction. But- I'm going to revive it, hopefully.
Sorry guys, this one's really short! TT But its all I had time for right now, and all I had the brain power to think up. There should be a new chapter added after this one, soon! 3
Chapter Two : Wizard Chess Awakening
The next morning, after exiting the dining hall and drifting off to sleep the night before, a certain scar-faced wizard leapt from his bed at the sound of a girl's shrill shriek.
"Ah! Help! Get it off me!" the girl's voice drifted from the common room into the ears of Harry Potter. Rushing down the spiral stairs in his pajamas, Harry found himself staring at the majestically beautiful Fleur Delacour. She was wearing a short light blue night gown with a shimmering silver cloak over it. But Harry didn't get to see many more details than that because of the girl's frantic jumping up and down. "Help me, Harry! Get it off!" the girl screamed.
Harry ran over to Fleur and tried to figure out what was wrong before she woke the whole Gryffindor House up. She was standing by the Wizard Chess table, and one of the knights seemed to be trying to chop her finger off. "Ow! That hurts!" Fleur said, waving her finger around, trying to fling the knight off.
Obviously, she hasn't played wizard's chess before… Harry thought to himself. "The only way to get rid of it is to forfeit! It has to be official though, and bad things always happen if it isn't done right. Just say, 'If I have lost, then you have one. Go back to your places, our game is done.' Then, quickly slide all the pieces inside the chess board and close it up." Harry explained, as Fleur blushed a bit.
After doing as she was told, the chess pieces had been safely stowed away. Fleur had never seen such a violent game of chess in her life! "Thank you, Harry." Fleur said with a slight curtsey. She blew him a kiss and hurried up the spiraling stairs to the girl's dormitory.
As the invisible kiss reached his cheek, Harry felt a small tingle of satisfaction. Day two of Fleur being here, and he had already gained a kiss! It may not be much, but to Harry it meant quite a bit. At least he was one step of the other guys…
Grinning, Harry decided he'd head back on up to bed. It was still early morning, and in all honesty, he was tired.
Hermione Granger slipped off her white nightgown, and felt the chill of morning slip over her bare body. She quickly grabbed her robes and began dressing. It was far too cold to just stand around in one's undergarments! Plus, what if one of the other girls woke up? True, it was only 6am in the morning, but maybe one of them couldn't sleep?
She delicately placed her feet in her shoes and laced them up. Examining herself in the mirror for a few minutes, she sighed. It'd have to do. Descending the stairs of the Girl's Dormitory, she felt her pockets, to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything, like her wand. Reassured that it was still there, she walked across the common room and out the portrait hole.
Hermione knew exactly where she was going, because she went there every day. Her lips smiled just thinking about it, all those many shelves of books. She was going to the library, of course. There, she figured she could squeeze in some alone time with just her and her books.
She whipped around the corner, seeing the door straight ahead. She gasped, taking a quick step back as something walked out in front of her. Gathering her bearings back, she saw that it was just Draco. What was he doing here?! "Malfoy, what exactly are you doing here at six o'clock am?" It seemed funny for him to be doing anything involving a library, except researching new techniques on how to flirt.
"I could ask you the same, Moodblood." He said with a haughty air, then walked off. Turning back around, suddenly, he stuttered out, "Err, well.. Not really. I forgot, you're a nerd. You practicallylive here." He chuckled. Fully facing Hermione again, she felt her face get hot. "I am not a nerd!" Am I? She thought. She didn't think of her self as a nerd.. just, well.. Okay. So Yeah, she probably was a nerd.
She couldn't really help it that the only comfort she found was in books, and reading things that were true. They couldn't change; they couldn't have opinions of her. She could feel like herself when she read, and she didn't have to pretend or impress. Looking up at Malfoy, she saw hatred in his glowing silver eyes.
He chuckled, that cold, chilling laugh. "Believe what you want, Granger. But living in your own little bubble isn't going to get you far!" He smirked. "I think I'll be going a different way. I'll come back her at another time, when it's not contaminated with filth." He turned on his heel and strode off down the hallway back the way he came.
Hermione's shoulders sank as he left, and she let out a sigh of relief. She was glad he hadn't whipped out a wand, or anything. He made her so mad, sometimes! It was like his goal in life was to irritate her! She glanced at the Library door and decided that maybe she'd go back later today, as Malfoy was doing. Hopefully she wouldn't run into him again, she just wasn't in the mood right now to read. Her morning had been spoiled by that stuck up, pure-blood, haughty..
She could go on with rude adjectives to describe him. Realizing she was lingering on the thought of him far too long, she turned and walked in the other direction, back to the common room to do last minute studying.
Draco Malfoy found himself back in his Slytherin common room in no time.
"Dracccccoooooo dearestttt!!"
The sound could probably be heard miles away, Draco figured. Rolling his eyes, he looked up to see the person he'd already knew would be standing there. "Yes, Pansy?"
"No, no, no! You're supposed to call me Pansy, my love!." Pansy giggled and walked over towards the sofa he was sitting at. She positioned herself straddled over his waist. "Did you miss me?" She winked and giggled.
Draco had a hard time keeping a straight face. "Err, yes.. Pansy.. my love..?" She pouted and stood back up. "Oh, you're no fun!" Pansy stalked off up back to the Girl's Dormitory. Draco let out a deep sigh. At least she was gone... for now...
