Two in one day, and you have BookyGurl to thank for that! Oh, and I felt guilty for not posting for a few days... So anyways, here you go!
marmia days- Oh, you can always count on Ron to put his foot in his mouth! After all, I need Hermione to go running into Draco's oh-so-welcoming arms!
BookyGurl- You owe me for this. I am slaving over this chapter and now you have no choice but coming to Knotts! YOU ARE COMING NOW! SO HA!
Chapter 10
Library
Draco's eyes never leave the brunette witch as she sits at her table, squished between the Weasel and Longbottom, which explains why he doesn't notice Blaise.
His italian friend watches the blonde with a smirk upon his lips, smug at being proven right. Not that he ever doubted himself to begin with. Personally, he thinks that the fair-haired Slytherin beside him is a bit to obvious for his own good. After all, Draco is blatantly staring at the Gryffindor which, clearly seething at the fact the redhead has his arm around her.
Blaise isn't stupid, he knows that Draco isn't telling him something. And he plans on finding out exactly what it is.
Chuckling to himself, Blaise turns to his breakfast. Draco fancying Granger. And he thought he would never see the day. So, the dark-haired boy, being the Slytherin he is, starts to form a plan.
He can't let his best mate pin over someone who is engaged now, can he?
Isn't this what mates are for?
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Draco clutches his hands into fists, digging his nails into his skin, trying to distract himself from the Weasel, whose arm is precariously close to be ripped off by a very furious Veela.
Watching the pair, Draco can't deny the attraction he has to a certain witch, but he sure as hell can try. There is no bloody way that Grager (GRANGER!) can be his mate. It has to be his Veela-horamones, they are making him think he is attracted to the muggleborn witch.
Satisfied with his explanation, he decides to try and push all thoughts of the witch across the hall out of his mind. He should be focusing his classes, which he has plenty of. This year, he has decided to not slack off as much and actually sign up for some more classes, the result being he has very little free time.
He figures that keeping busy will help his Veela calm down enough to give him time to find his mate, since that is the reason he is back at Hogwarts.
He should be focusing on finding his mate and passes classes, not watching Granger and her fiance -he even sneers at the thought of the word- in the Great Hall.
He almost manages to convince himself of this all well...
Until Granger jumps up and leaves the Gryffindor table in a huff. Before he can think about his actions, Draco is on his feet and on his way out of the hall, following close behind, but not too close.
In his hurry, he doesn't see Blaise watching him with a smug smirk in place.
He slips out of the Great Hall just seconds after Granger, yet when he looks around, she is nowhere to be seen.
He knows she is upset, that much is obvious. So, if he was Granger, where would he go if he was upset?
The answer is obvious.
Picking up his pace, Draco starts toward the Hogwarts library. He doesn't pass anyone in the halls on the way here, everyone with sense is still at breakfast, trying to eat as much as they can before class starts.
He is relieved by that. As much as he wants to talk to Granger, for reasons unknown, he doesn't want people to see him talking to her. He still has a reputation to maintain.
Finally he reaches the library, but Granger is no where to be seen. Not that it matters, the place is huge, she is probably hiding in one of the rows of books.
Quietly, he starts down the rows and rows of shelves, peering down each one for a glimpse of Granger. Just when he is about to give up and say she went to Gryffindor tower, he finds her.
The witch is at a table in the back corner of the library, nose buried in a book. Even from here, he recognizes the title of his favorite book, Hogwarts, A History. Her back is to him, her curly brown hair concealing any view he would have of her face.
Cautious now, he approaches her slowly. Turns out, he shouldn't have bothered. When he is standing directly in front of her she doesn't even seem to notice him, that's how engrossed she is in her book.
So, he takes that moment to study her. Her eyes are slightly red, as if she had been crying, and he has a sudden urge to break every bone in the sorry bastard's body that made her cry.
Then he notices the circles under her eyes, as if she hasn't been sleeping well. He can relate to that, he has nightmares almost every night.
He wonders what it is that is making her loose sleep, and if he can stop it.
Draco, get ahold of yourself. Your turning into a sap! He chides himself, and shakes his head quickly to clear it.
"Granger?" He doesn't mean for it to come out as a question, but it does anyways.
The witch jerks her head up, jumping nearly a foot in her seat from surprise, which brings a faint smirk to his lips. Somethings never change.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" She snaps. That causes the smirk to disappear. Right, what does he want? Why is he here? He doesn't have an answer to that. Well, not one that he will admit to.
"I wanted to make sure you were okay." Now that was not what he had meant to say. What happened to his sarcastic wit and sharp tongue? He really is turning into a sap!
She isn't expecting this in the slightest, a flurry of emotions flash across her face before settling on disbelief. "Where is your gang of Slytherins? Your joke isn't going to work on me, find someone else to torment."
Hurt flashes across his face, but only for a second. Of course she'd act this way, it's not like she has any reason not too. He has given her no reason to trust him in the past. But it still hurts she has so little faith in him.
"Actually, Granger, I saw our little episode in the Great Hall with Weasel and wanted to see if you were alright." The words have more bite then he would like. Merlin, what is wrong with him?
That leaves her speechless. "Oh." Is all she says, and he prides himself momentarily for leaving Granger without a reply. "Th-thanks, Malfoy. I'm fine." She says, her voice sounding small. He wants to ask her what happened, what the big redheaded idiot did, but decides not to push his luck. Besides, he needs to give himself a stern talking too. There is no way he is turning into a sap.
He is okay with being a Veela, but he draws a line at a sap.
"Right then." He gives a sharp nods and stands there awkwardly for a second before turning to be on his way. "See you around, Granger."
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