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Ch. 6
Hermione's POV
I was fuming. Absolutely fuming. It was that kind of anger that frustrated you so much that you wanted to cry angry tears because of it. I stormed down the corridor, thanking Merlin that everyone was still at breakfast, so that they wouldn't see me in this wretched state. After helping up the poor girl and cleaning up the mess, while everyone watched, I had gotten out of there as fast as I could. I was so embarrassed. Nothing like that had ever happened to me, and it was all because of him. Why was this happening to me? I knew for a fact that I was not enamored, nor was I obsessed with him, nor would I ever be. But somehow for almost a week now he had managed to have this effect over me. This certain draw I had to him.
Did he have it for me as well? I laughed at myself, still furious. The fact that I would even think that I could have this effect on Draco Malfoy was simply hilarious, stupid. Dumb, even. After basically screaming the password at The Fat Lady, she let me in, and I continued to my private set of room and bath, given to me as the perks for being Head Girl. Taking off my shoes, I wandered into the bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror. My hair had pieces of eggs and bacon in it, and the whole entire front of my cardigan was soaked with a liquid that I knew was pumpkin juice. I sighed, going over to the tub and turning on the hot water.
'Did I really deserve this?' I thought to myself as I shed my clothes and entered the almost scalding water. Once I was used to it, it helped me relax.
To be humiliated in front of the whole school, just because of some stupid that had happened between me and Malfoy? It's not like I asked for it to happen. He had kissed me, not the other way around. Now it seemed as if I was some starry eyed Lavender Brown, lusting over him? I wasn't! I was just trying to figure all this out…..and I didn't seem to be doing such a good job.
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Draco's POV
That stupid girl. Did she really think it hadn't been noticeable that she had been staring at me when I walked by? Maybe if I had looked at her, there would've been a possibility she'd have fainted, I thought to myself. Not that she would've needed that to help her create the mess she had this morning.
Enough.
I wouldn't allow myself to think about her anymore. This was all her fault; I tried to convince myself, even though I knew the fault was entirely mine. Well maybe not entirely. If she had just kept her nose out of peoples business, then maybe this would've never happened in the first place! Who did she think she was, just barging into an abandoned men's lavatory at that time of night anyway?
'Oh, is if that were any excuse.'
I wished it was. Maybe I should've just hexed her right then and there. I hated the way my brain worked on its own accord sometimes. I couldn't even bring myself to not think about her for two seconds out of the day. I gazed over to her empty seat in the large Charms classroom. Scar-head and Weasel were there, as expected, whispering to each other urgently. I didn't even have to guess that it was about her. Potter met eyes with me for a quick second, glaring. I sneered, turning back to my paper. I sat there for a moment, in utter shock. I scanned over the first few lines.
The Figures of Eighteenth Century Charms Practices
By: Draco Malfoy
Over the years, the practices of Charm folk Magic has grown into an everlasting stable in the Wizarding World. While many Witches and Wizards have disagreed over this form of magic for hundreds of years
I wish to believe that somewhere in between the feuds, which this magic has brought
I can't stop thinking about it. I just can't. I won't allow myself to think about her anymore. This is all her fault. If she had just kept her nose out of peoples business, then maybe this would've never happened in the first place! I wish I could hex her for making me think about her all the time. I can't stop thinking about how she said my name, and how it felt to kiss her. Electric sparks flooded down into my-
What in Merlin's name! My fingers gripped the paper frantically. How could this have happened? Were my eyes playing tricks on me? I had to do something. I grabbed my quill, frantically trying to see how I could undo this gibberish. As I looked at the quill, I groaned inwardly.
'Spark Easy Quills are now proud to present their brand new formula! Infused with many a charm to help you keep focused on your classes, we can now help you channel your thoughts onto paper with our new thought to paper remedy! The first ever quill able to bring your thoughts onto paper! - '
Damn.
"Time to collect your papers my young ones!" I heard Professor Flitwick's voice say excitedly.
My head hit the table.
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Hermione's POV
After a nice hot bath, I sat in bed, petting Crookshanks as I let my thoughts mull over. I couldn't get over it. After all this time and I still couldn't get him out of my head. Well not him, precisely.
But the way it felt to hold him. The way it felt to kiss him. It was interesting to me.
Even though I knew thinking about these things wouldn't make things any easier for me, I still chose to think about them. It not that I was reveling in them, oh no, certainly not but…..rather, I was almost studying them.
Studying them.….
That was exactly what I was doing. I was studying these thoughts and memories to see why I couldn't get past them. Why wasn't I repulsed? Why hadn't I slapped him, or pushed him away? Instead I had held him, and let him kiss me. I even tried to think whether I had kissed him first. But there was no reason for me to think that, when I knew it wasn't true. After all, the entire kiss had only lasted a few seconds before Harry and Ron had barged in. Maybe that's why I hadn't had time to be repulsed by anything. While I was trying to convince myself of that, I heard a knock at the door.
It startled me somewhat, but I got up after several moments when they knocked again. Making my way to the door, I felt a little wary of who it might be. A Teacher or maybe even Dumbledore? I was starting to wish I had never skipped my first class. I felt a slight jump in my stomach. Maybe it was….…..no, why would that ever happen? Unless he was wondering why I had been acting so weird, or had to deliver a message. He was Head Boy, and even with that, we had never spoken once. I opened the door, and stood there with surprise.
"Ron?"
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So I made this chapter a bit longer for you guys because I know all the others are a bit short. Also, I wanted to try my hand of writing both POV's in one chapter. So what do you guys think? I hope you all like it, and if you have anything to say to me, please review! Come on, you can do it! Please? Love you all! REVIEWS ARE MOST DEFINITLEY WELCOME!