What Can I Do
There are a lot of things you guys don’t know about Hermione Granger…
Like the fact that she bites her bottom lip when she’s nervous or, that every summer since she was five, she went to acting workshops. Nobody knew that she could sing, with a voice of an angel, mind you and that there’s a room in Hogwarts, created secretly just for her with a stage where she was free to do and be whoever or whatever she wanted.
The room, it was like a mini theater, her, mini theater. It had nothing but a stage in it and that was all. She would go there just as the sun was setting and would go back to her dorm just as the sun was rising and nobody suspected.
In fact, she was on her way there, right now, secretly of course.
But there is one more thing I should probably mention to you. It’s another one of those, I-know-something-about-Hermione-Granger-t
Did I mention that she’s fallen for Draco Malfoy?
Now Draco Malfoy was another thing.
He was the epitome of arrogance and the abstract of Pureblood.
But like any other person in this planet, Draco Malfoy had secrets to keep as well.
Secrets that plagued him in his sleep every night.
Hmm, since it bothered him so much, maybe I should share some of it with you.
The first secret didn’t really bother him so. He found it a bit disturbing but that was all. Draco Malfoy was rather fond of painting. He had begged his mother to let him take art classes, contrary to what his father thought.
“How could a mother resist such eyes.” She told him. That was the start of his love for the art.
Another one, is actually connected to his first one. This one was the one that bothered him greatly so.
It all started during fourth year during the Yule ball
From the moment she descended those stairs, he couldn’t take his eyes of her. He took in every single detail of her, from her face to her shoes.
All night, he did nothing but watch her. He had even ignored his date, Pansy Parkinson. This she was not pleased so, she moved on with others.
But he didn’t care. He didn’t even eat that night! All he did was watch her. The next day, he took his paint materials and went to the Room of Requirement to paint her.
And from that day on, he painted nothing. Nothing but her. He was improving, mind you.
Now you’re probably wondering who this mystery girl is which brings us to his third secret.
Brace yourself but I doubt that you need to.
The Slytherin Prince has fallen in love with the Gryffindor Princess who was none other than, Hermione Granger.
Ok, like I said, Hermione made her way to her secret room, Ipod in hand and her speakers charmed to shrink so that it fit in her pocket.
After a few minutes, she finally reached her destination and was totally ecstatic, she couldn’t hold still.
She entered and sat down at the edge of her stage. Just enjoying the serenity of the place and the way it brought peace to her mind, body, spirit and soul.
Ah yes, she loved her get away place and right now, all she wanted to do was sing. But then she thought of him.
‘What’s he doing now?’ she thought.
Draco couldn’t sleep.
Now, you may think that not really a big deal since there was no school tomorrow and such but to him, oh it was big.
Why? You may ask. Simply because every time he opened his eyes, all thoughts would drift back to her and every time he closed them, all he would dream about is her. He couldn’t take it anymore! All this thinking of her, it’s irking!
But wonderful and intriguing all the same.
Well, he couldn’t sleep, might as well get up and wander round the castle.
He grabbed his robe and quietly made his way out of the Slytherin Common Room. Upon making it out of the Portrait Hole, he quietly approached the Moving Staircases and decided to explore more of the 7th floor.
He took a right round a corridor, which happens to be where Hermione’s secret room is…
Well, she decided it wasn’t the time to dwell on him. This was her place and her place only where she was allowed to think of her and only her.
She plugged in her Ipod speakers and Ipod, which was programmed to play a song that related to what she felt or what she wanted to play.
She sat down on the stage and closed her eyes so the charm would work its magic.
When she opened her eyes, the music already started. It was playing, “What Can I Do” by the Corrs. She stood up and started swaying to the beat.
I haven't slept at all in days
As Draco was walking along the corridor, he heard the faintest hint of music.
It's been so long since we've talked
He tried his hardest to hear and he swore it was inside the walls, he could even hear the lyrics, almost clearly.
And I have been here many times
He kept feeling the walls until he felt it’s texture change. He took a step back and his eyes widened in surprise as he saw a door he swore he has never seen before. He opened it as quietly as he could and was shocked at what he saw.
I just don't know what I'm doing wrong
Hermione was oblivious to the fact that someone entered her secret room and that it was her best friend’s sworn enemy and her secret love (funny isn’t it?). She continued singing to her heart’s content.
What can I do to make you love me
What can I do to make you care
What can I say to make you feel this
What can I do to get you there
Draco was flabbergasted! ‘She-she! Singing!?’ He kept to the shadows and watched her as she swayed to the beat of the song.
There's only so much I can take
And I just got to let it go
And who knows I might feel better, yeah
If I don't try and I don't hope
Hermione danced as she sang and would sometimes twirl about and apply her ballet to the song. Still oblivious that the subject of her affection was within the vicinity.
What can I do to make you love me
What can I do to make you care
What can I say to make you feel this
What can I do to get you there
Draco was shocked as he listened more closely to the lyrics of the song. ‘Why is she singing this?’ To him, the lyrics seemed so lonely. How could she be so lonely after all the people who loves her? Compared to him…
No more waiting, no more, aching...
No more fighting, no more, trying...
Hermione hated this part of the song. It made her feel so sad and it made her want to cry because that was the number one thing she wished to happen between her and Draco. She knew it would never happen.
Maybe there's nothing more to say
And in a funny way I'm calm
Draco noticed her change in mood at the bridge part of the song. ‘So she does want someone to love her. But who?’
Because the power is not mine
I'm just going to let it fly
Hermione wished she had the strength to do what the girl in the song did. But, as hard as she tried, she couldn’t. So she sang the next part of the song with much conviction.
What can I do to make you love me
(What can I do to make you love me)
What can I do to make you care
(What can I do to make you care)
What can I say to make you feel this
(What can I do to make you love me)
What can I do to get you there
(What can I do to make you love me)
Draco noticed how much conviction she put into the next lines. He then felt something at the pit of his stomach when he saw sadness flash through her eyes. Then he had the sudden urge to go out of his hiding place and hug her…and maybe even do a bit more than hug her.
What can I do to make you love me
(What can I do to make you love me)
Hermione suddenly felt as if she was being watched, but she didn’t care. She felt refreshed by this and a wave of energy washed over her body. Men did she suddenly feel so good.
What can I do to make you care
(What can I do to make you care)
What can I change to make you feel this
(What can I do to make you love me)
Draco once again thought of why she was singing this song and swore he would kill the bastard that was making her feel that way. ‘There’s absolutely nothing to change about her! She’s bloody perfect!’ He smirked at the last part. But only because it was true!
What can I do to get you there
(What can I do to make you care)
And love me (love me)
Love me, love me…Love me, love me
Love me, love me…Love…
As Hermione sang the last part she spun around and hugged herself when it ended and in a tone, something above a whisper, she said, “Love me Draco.”
Draco saw as she spun around with her hair flying back behind her and the way she did, it made her look like an angel. When she stopped to hug herself, he felt sad for her. Once again the urge to hug her, (and a bit more) came back to him. He was about to until he saw her lips moving. At first he didn’t catch what she said because he suddenly felt dazed. He didn’t realize how close she was to where he was hiding. A few meters away…
‘Who are you and what have you done to have bewitched me so?’
Hermione let out a frustrated shout. “WHAT CAN I DO TO MAKE YOU LOVE ME, DRACO!”
At that moment, for the very first time, Draco’s heart stopped beating and his breath caught on his throat. He saw as she pulled on her hair and shouted as she dropped to her knees to stay in a bow-like position, still pulling on her hair.
She wasn’t crying. She just stayed there, and listened to her heart pounding inside her chest.
Draco suddenly blushed. So it was him she was singing the song for, all this time! Oh, he was so stupid! ‘Ugh, and people call me bright.’ He said as he slapped his forehead. He turned his head so that he saw her. She was still crouched down.
Not really aware of what he was doing, (I guess it was all instinct) he walked up to her, as quietly as he could and kneeled down beside her.
“You don’t need to do anything, I already love you.” He whispered huskily into her ear. She froze, she recognized that voice anywhere and it took some time for her brain to process to tell her what to do.
Slowly, she rose to a kneeling position and slowly turned to face him. She gasped.
“I-I-I’m dreaming. Gosh, this cannot be happening.” She closed her eyes tightly, “By the count of ten, when I open my eyes, you’ll be gone. I know you’re just a figment of my imagination and a sick joke my heart probably paid my brain to do so here goes! 1, 2, 3…”
Draco watched her amusedly as she counted. Finally she reached ten and opened her eyes. She jumped and said, “Eep! Y-You’re st-still here!” as she ran to the wall. She turned around and saw his amused expression. She slid down the wall, not taking her eyes off him.
Through gritted teeth she said, “Don’t look at me like that, please.” She sighed and closed her eyes again.
Draco frowned at this and finally stood up to approach her. He kneeled beside her and watched her. Her head was facing up and her knees were drawn to her chest.
“Why are you running away from me?”
Hermione turned her head to the sound of the voice and asked, “Because I know this is just a dream.”
“But it isn’t.” He said softly
“How do I know you’re not lying?”
“Cause you already did the ‘Close your eyes and count to ten method’ and I’m still here. But seriously, it’s all real.”
She stayed still and silent with her eyes still closed. Finally, she said, “Prove it to me.”
Draco’s conscience screamed at him saying, ‘It’s now or never you prat, just do it!’
Hermione was about to open her eyes, just to see if it really was a dream until she felt a pair of lips crash down hers. She stiffened at for a few seconds until she eagerly responded.
It was a soft kiss at first. Almost as if it were just lingering touches and definitely shy approaches were intended. But, to them, it was a perfect first kiss.
Hermione willed her eyes to open so that she could see just a glimpse of his eyes to see whether or not he was lying. But she couldn’t. This kiss was so different from all the other kisses she had and they never made her as weak in the knees as this had.
He pulled apart and rested his head on top of hers, both breathing heavily. Finally she opened her eyes just as he did. He asked her, “Do you still think this is a dream?”
“No.”
“If ever it is, I don’t ever want to wake up.”
He leaned down to kiss her again a bit braver now and when they pulled apart for air, they smiled at each other.
He stood up, offered his hand to her, which she gladly took. He bowed down and offered his hand to her and said, “Dance with me Hermione.”
She laughed at his antics and gladly accepted his hand (A/N: And in a few years, maybe I’ll even add a, in marriage there, hehe *winkwink*).
They danced in sync, danced silly, swayed, spun each other ‘round, laughed and danced in each other’s arms ‘til dawn.
They met in that room almost every night, dancing to the same song, forgetting the outside world and concentrating only on each other.
And Draco was right. There was nothing I needed to do to make him love me. Besides, he already does…
- Mood:Dreamy
I dedicate this story to my friend Alex, who is my number one reader and the person who gave me a writer’s block! Message for you Alex, from me: “Oh yan na! Hope it was worth the wait…sorry kung late. Grabe kase school, di ako makapag concentrate. Next time, sa library nalang nga ako!
Brick
FLASHBACK
-During Hogwarts-
“You can’t catch me, Draco!”
“Not if I can help it!”
If anybody ever predicted, that Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy would’ve ended up together, they’d have laughed at your face until the tears of mirth came.
But then again, I guess their story started out as the ‘opposites attract’ type.
It was their seventh year, and both decided, it was time to put aside their differences, for the sake of making the best of the last.
They were Heads (no surprise there, actually) and would hang out by the fireplace in their spare time until one day, she entered the Portrait hole, crying tears of anger and sadness. Claiming that Ron had cheated on her for that Lavender girl and she then poured her heart out to him.
She talked and shouted and vented and he listened, ever so well and he realized they had the same points of view in life and were very much alike.
And without knowing it, he hugged her and cupped her face in his hands and he leaned down to kiss her. She didn’t pull away, for which he was thankful.
He caught up with her and grabbed her by the waist, causing both of them to roll down the hill they were at.
They laughed all the way down and laughed a little more. He pulled her to him and she smiled. They stayed in comfortable silence, until she asked, “Do you love me?” He looked at her, bewildered as to why she would ask such a question. He answered, “Of course I do, I love you and you know it. I love you more than you know and more than I can ever show.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“I love you, so much.”
“I Love you too. And believe me, I’ll never stop loving you, ever.”
END
6am, day after Christmas
I throw some clothes on in the dark
The smell of cold
Car seat is freezing
The world is sleeping
I am
Numb
BUZZ. BUZZ.
6 am it read. Another day has started. I got up and took a bath. I dressed in my muggle clothes, A pair of jeans and a t-shirt, my Nike sneakers and my jacket. Made sure my wand was in my pocket. I was ready to go.
When I was out, the world was silent. I opened my car, it smelled like cold car seat. It sent shivers down my spine, it’s almost freezing. I am…numb.
Up the stairs, to her apartment
She is balled up on the couch
Her mom and dad
Went down to Charlotte
They’re not home to find us out
And we drive
I reached her apartment building and parked my car at the basement and made my way to her door. I found her spare key under her doormat, where she keeps it all the time.
When I got in, I saw her. The same way I left her. She was on her couch, and knees drawn up to her chest and resting her head there. I walked up to her, took her hands in mine as she stood up. I then hugged her. I missed her so much, even if it’s only been a day.
I told her, “Hermione, c’mon. You can’t stay here all day.” She nodded. And that was it, not a kiss, not a word. Her parents left for the Holidays. My promise to watch her, kept.
She got out, in her jeans and a red with a bit of gold blouse. Her favorite blouse. For a second there, I thought I saw the old Hermione, but then I saw her face. Expressionless. It couldn’t be.
We went down, got to my car. I start the engine. And we drive…
Now that I have found someone
I’m feeling more alone
Than I ever have, before
Throughout all the hard times we’ve been. From the war to the aftermath to now. I don’t know what has happened, but she suddenly closed up and I fear that the Hermione I once knew, may never come back. The one that used to smile, the one that use to laugh. The one that was confident and funny and charming. The one that I could talk to. My best friend and my lover. Now I’m feeling more alone, than I ever have…before.
They call her name, at 7.30
I pace around the parking lot
And I walk down, to buy her flowers
And sell some gifts that I got
I took her to the park, her favorite one in London, she once told me. It’s 7.30 am, still early. There weren’t much people and I took her hand in mine as we walked up to the bench under the apple tree. Our, apple tree.
FLASHBACK
-After Hogwarts-
They just finished there first official date and this was where she wanted to go. It was her favorite park in all of London and he had to agree.
The scenery before them was absolutely breathtaking. There were lovers strolling about, hand in hand and the moon was up, full and bright. It was the perfect evening for a couple and the night wind breeze, the stars and the moon seemed to think so too. Thank heavens for that.
The two approached a bench right under an apple tree where the view of the moon and the angle of the park felt and looked just right. She sat down and so did he and they were engulfed in a comfortable silence while she rested her head on his shoulder and he put his arm around her shoulders. They sighed in content.
He thought of how he almost missed this young and beautiful girl and how much time he wasted over the past six or so years teasing her instead of getting to know her. ‘I guess Bumblebee isn’t such a loony after all. Wherever you are now, thanks.’ And when he felt the crisp wind against his face, he swore he heard the faintest ‘Your welcome’ there. He smiled.
“Will you dance with me?”
“But there’s no music.”
“So?”
“Haha, alright.”
So he got up and held out a hand for her as he bowed a bit. She laughed at his formality but joined in on the game anyway and he put his hand on her waist. She put her left hand on his right shoulder and he got her right hand to hold on his left.
When they were all set and ready, they heard the song called; I’ll be by Edwin McCain. Hermione smiled and so did he and they danced the Waltz following footsteps, 1 2 3, and he spun her around, and as the song ended he dipped her and pulled her up slowly.
They stopped now. And all they did was look into each other’s eyes. Hers were a nice shade of a honey like brown and his were silver. Silver. Oh how she loved that color and was glad he was all hers. She would never let go and was so glad she had a man like him.
He was slowly leaning down until they were eye level. He could feel his warm breath on her face and she felt the butterflies in her stomach and she felt a bit woozy, just knowing he was that close to her. Oh how she longed for that effect and was so overjoyed to have finally felt it.
He saw her close her eyes, which he took as a signal and finally closed the gap between them.
Their first kiss
END
That was what was so special about it. That’s why it was ours. It’ll always be special to me, but right now, I don’t think it means anything to her, by the look in her face. And it hurts.
Can’t you see
It’s not me you’re dying for
Now she’s feeling more alone
Than she ever has, before
We stayed there for the rest of the day, she lost in her own world and me wishing, hoping, that I was her world again. Wishing that she knew that she’s still my world and she’s all I think about.
When it was 5pm, I ‘ve had enough of the silence. I took her home.
We were met with, silence once again. I once again wished, that we could meet joy and laughter again. But no, it was only silence that accompanied us.
We reached her apartment and she sat on the couch once again and did nothing to stare at the empty fireplace. I lit it up using the Incendio charm and I kissed her cheek and bid her goodbye.
I kept sighing all the way back to my car.
If she doesn’t open up to anybody, all that she feels, or me will eat her up inside. I’m just scared that she might fade away. She’s not dying for anybody but she needs to know that she isn’t alone. But I think she’s feeling all alone, than she ever has…before.
As weeks went by
It showed that she was not fine
They told me son, it’s time
To tell the truth
And she broke down, and I broke down
Cause I was tired
Of lying
I didn’t visit her for the coming weeks. I couldn’t face her. I couldn’t go there, and look her straight in the face, knowing that she’s not coming back.
I couldn’t face her and not see the spark of excitement and enthusiasm that gave away through her eyes.
It’s been three weeks and the last Friday night, Harry and Ron came knocking on my door. I don’t know, how they knew, but, I saw them with solemn looks on their faces and these were the only words spoken by them, “It’s time.” They said. I decided to play dumb and ask whatever they meant even if I did know.
But something in their eyes told me that they knew I knew what they were talking about. I nodded and so did they and left.
Now, here I am. Outside her door. Wondering if I should be really doing this. Wondering if it it’s really the right time. But I knew. And it is.
I got her key again, opened her door and found that she was balled up again. I walk up to her and knelt in front of her.
“Hermione.” And no reply. “Hermione.” None. I guess I had to do it, without warning and I think she knew what was about to come. But I want her to know why.
“Hermione. You know I love you, right?” she nodded. “But you keep doing, doing; this. Whatever it is you’re doing. What’s up with you, over the year? You’re not talking to me, or smiling at me or doing anything, at all. And, it’s hurting me, Hermione. Why can’t you talk to me anymore?
“Come one Hermione! I have met with silence for too long and I will not stand for it any longer! Hermione, please! Talk to me! What’s troubling you!?
“Ugh, it’s like this! All the time! Where’s the Hermione that could render me speechless at every debate we ever had!? What happened to the Hermione who was smart!? And funny!? Where are you, Hermione!? Where’d you go? Because wherever you are, know that I love you! That I need you!”
“Know that you are still my world and the one I only think about! Know that seeing you, even if you aren’t you, is what is keeping me alive and getting up in the morning! Know, that I long for your embrace and the feel of your soft lips pressed against mine! Know that I long for you to say my name once again, Hermione!
He didn’t realize that he was shouting until he heard her name echo back into his ears. But, that was all. Silence; again. She just sat there throughout the whole thing.
“So this is it? Huh? Well, there’s one last thing I want Hermione to know. I love you. I need you to come back to me. But it’s over now and I don’t think you ever will, anyway.”
And I left. I left and was out of her life forever. I knew she was gone a long time ago and why I let it reach this far, I don’t know. There are no reasons.
When I left, she broke down. She dropped to the floor and cried. She cried her heart out, for she had no reasons too.
She cried because she closed herself up for no reason, she cried because she let herself lead to this for no reason, and she cried because she let a man like him out of her life when she vowed not to, for no reason.
She just cried.
When I was at my apartment, all I did, was break down and cry. I cried even if it was something Malfoys weren’t suppose to do. I cried because I lost her for no reason, I cried because I didn’t take care of her for no reason, and I cried because I was tired…of lying.
I then noticed my stereo and I don’t know why, but I had the urge to switch it on and heard:
Driving home, to her apartment
For the moment, we’re alone
She’s alone
I’m alone
Now I know it
She’s a Brick and I’m drownin slowly
Off the coast and I’m headed nowhere
She’s a brick and I’m drownin slowly
The song ended and the last line was all that kept repeating in my head…she was a brick, and without knowing it, I was drowning, slowly…
She’s a brick and I’m drownin slowly
…
A/N: I liked this. I think this is even sadder than Happy Ending…I even cried while reading this. Hope you guys get the message of this story and sorry if the ending sucked, which I know it did. Still, I’m improving, right? RIGHT??
Message for Alex from me: O, na enjoy mo ba? Naiyak o hindi? Remember, dedicated to sayo!! Ym mo ako!
- Mood:awestruck, tearful...
ATTENTION ALL STUDENTS FROM 3rd YEAR to 7th YEAR
A Yule Ball will be held in the Great Hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, in honour of the 200th Anniversary of Hogwarts. Students are required to wear formal dress robes. The ball will be held this Saturday, 7pm - 12 midnight.
[Posted, Monday, 6am]
"So we can't?"
"I'm sorry love, but we can't. I mean, not even our friends know about us."
"Ugh, what I would give to go with you to the ball..."
"I'd give anything."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
Can you keep a secret? If you can, come closer. No, closer. No, no, no, no, no, closer. Yeah. Can you believe it? Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger, have been seeing each other ever since the start of the year!
It was definitely, the start of their Dirty Little Secret...
Sharing Dorms, definitely did them both a huge favour. At day time, they were enemies, by night time, they were lovers. They would do their homework together then snuggle up by the fire. And, with all the muggle gadgets around, Draco and Hermione [well, mostly Draco] were never bored.
Draco was most inquisitive by the muggle gadget called the ipod. Hermione had taught him, all the buttons and how it worked. And whenever he had free time and Hermione was either with friends [to keep up appearances] or in the library, he would listen to the music in it.
He was halfway through her list of 1,000 songs when he came upon one called Dirty Little Secret. Then it hit him...it would take place during the Yule Ball.
-Yule Ball, Heads' Dorm-
Hermione was getting ready for the nights events. She was thoroughly depressed that she wouldn't be able to go with Draco but, that wouldn't stop her from having the greatest night yet.
She wore a chocolate colored evening gown that was made of soft, silky material, and hugged her curves perfectly without being to fitted. One ample shoulder strap holds up the gown.
She tied her hair up in a neat bun, but left a few down to frame her face, which did. Perfectly.
She put brown eyeshadow that very much, brought out her brown eyes and eyeliner, mascara and lip gloss. Other than that, the rest were obviously natural.
Draco was excited about tonight's about-to-unfold-events. He wore the white long sleeve polo, and on top of it was a silver button up vest that ended in an upside down letter V in the front and of course, silver neck tie.
His hair was down and his bangs covered a bit of his eyes which made him all the more sexy looking.
They both went down at the same time and when they saw each other they froze. Draco was the first one to snap out of his trance and when he saw the angel right in front of him, he growled. She smirked and before she knew it, she was shoved up the wall, but not to hard.
He started trailing butterfly kisses from her face then down to her neck and as much as she wanted to continue, they had a party to attend to.
"D, D-Draco."
"Mm."
"You need to stop. Remember? Yule Ball, Pansy, Ron?"
He was about to plant a hickey on her neck. He groaned and she chuckled.
"We can snog later?" He smiled
"Oh yeah."
"Haha, now I need to go."
"Ok ok."
"Ok, have fun!"
"You too. I'll miss you."
"I'll miss you too. I love you!"
"And who doesn't?"
"Prat!"
"I love you too!"
So Hermione met Ron at the Great Hall and Draco did the same with Pansy. Hermione danced the night away with Ron and the gang while Draco watched and smiled at the lot of them and was acting like Harry during the 4th year Yule Ball and Pansy didn't like it, so she danced with Theo Nott.
'It's time' He thought as the clock struck midnight ans only seventh and sixth years were left.
"Attention students!" Dumbledore's magnified voice boomed throughout the Great Hall. "A Seventh Year has requested for your full attention." Draco removed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves up to his elbows. "He has asked if he could do a song number and I gladly accepted. I've always enjoyed music." Draco also changed his shoes to Nike sneakers. "So give it up," Draco spiked up his hair. "For our Head Boy, Draco Malfoy!"
A round of applause was heard from all Slytherins and Hermione choked on her drink. Ginny patted her at the back and Ron said, "Yeah, we know." As he saw the shocked look at her face.
Hermione looked up and sure enough was on stage, looking like,
"Hey, Malfoy looks like Justin!"
"Harry, he so doesn't look like Justin Finch-Fletchley." Ginny said
"No, Harry means, Justin Timberlake, a muggle pop singer."
"Told yah!"
When Draco looked up at Hermione's shocked face, grinned and winked at her. Ginny looked at the both of them in suspision and Hermione noticed. 'Oh, Merlin knows what she's thinking.' But the two didn't seem to notice and that, that was good!
Let me know that I've done wrong
When I've known this all along
I go around a time or two
Just to waste my time with you
Tell me all that you've thrown away
Find out games you don't wanna play
You are the only one that needs to know
By now, everyone was jumping up and down to the music and Draco kept his eyes locked on Hermione and the three were getting more and more suspicious.
I'll keep you my dirty little secret
(Dirty little secret)
Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret
(Just another regret, hope that you can keep it)
My dirty little secret
Who has to know
When we live such fragile lives
It's the best way we survive
I go around a time or two
Just to waste my time with you
Tell me all that you've thrown away
Find out games you don't wanna play
You are the only one that needs to know
I'll keep you my dirty little secret
(Dirty little secret)
Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret
(Just another regret, hope that you can keep it)
My dirty little secret
Who has to know
The way she feels inside (inside)
Those thoughts I can't deny (deny)
These sleeping thoughts won't lie (won't lie)
And all I've tried to hide
It's eating me apart
Trace this life out
I'll keep you my dirty little secret
(Dirty little secret)
Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret
(Just another regret)
I'll keep you my dirty little secret
(Dirty little secret)
Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret
(Just another regret, hope that you can keep it)
My dirty little secret
Dirty little secret
Dirty little secret
Who has to know
Who has to know
Draco ended the song and was still directly looking at Hermione and then he winked at her. The three were now dumbfolded and looking back at Hermione then Draco then Hermione then Draco then...you get the picture. Ginny was the one to break the silence.
"Uh, Hermione, is there a secret you're not telling us?"
"More like a Dirty Little Secret." Draco said as he passed by.
Hermione mouthed, 'You prat!' he mouthed back, 'It's why you love me.' Hermione groaned and thought, 'He is so right.'
And I guess the 'Dirty' Little Secret, wasn't a little secret anymore...
- Mood:LOL! LMAO!
What Really Happened
Tom Felton was living every kid's dream. His role as Draco Malfoy at the ever famous Harry Potter led him to a one way ticket to stardom.
From movie premieres to interviews to hectic schedules to crazy fans and not to mention parties! But that's the thing, he never really liked the parties, sure it was like a movie premiere, with cameras and hysterical, crazy fans.
But when it's parties, you had to stand around and look pretty. Smile all the time, act mannered, talk politely, make small talk. Stand around and look pretty!
It was horrible, that is, for Tom Felton, a.k.a, Draco Malfoy.
It was the same thing for Emma Watson, who, in Harry Potter, plays trusted sidekick, Golden girl, brains of the Golden Trio.
I mean, don't get her wrong, she likes living in this dream, it was only the parties she didn't like. It was aggravating! And some parties tend to get wild too! Now that is what she hated.
And yet, what these two don't know is that, Maybe the New York After Party, wouldn't be like those parties they hate after all...
'Another day, another party.' Tom thought as he was getting ready. "Aw, don't be sad little bro, you should be happy! You get to go out and have the time of your life, while Ashley, Jonathan and I have got to stay here all day long!" his brother, Chris, said. "Yeah, well, you don't have to go through all the hussle in New York. Maybe you should just take some polyjuice potion and go as me." He snapped
'Oh, wait. Did I just say that? Draco must be getting to me.'
His brother just gave him a funny look and said, "Geez, take it easy and hang low on the Malfoy Profile."
"Right, sorry. You know I hate parties and tend to get all moody."
"Yeah I do. So I'm just going to keep out of your way til then. I'll see you later bro, have fun!"
"Yeah."
So, he headed to the living room of his hotel room, bid his family goodbye, walked to the elevator, pressed the Lobby button and got into his limo. 'Joy, let the fun begin.' and with that statement, came a smirk. 'Ah, I just love being bad sometimes.'
TMEWTMEWTMEWTMEWTMEWTMEWTMEW
..In Emma's hotel room..
"Oh, my baby looks gorgeous!" Jacqueline said as her daughter, Emma, made her way out of her room in her very gorgeous, very elegant, Light Green, strapless, below the knee long, dress.
"Get the camera Chris!"
'Why my parents divorced, will certainly be a mistery to me.' Emma thought
"Ok, Princess. Smile!"
"Aright dad, that's the 10th picture you've taken today! Now, I'm gonna be late!" 'Although, I wouldn't really mind.'
"Haha! Emma, you look like a girl!" Her younger brother, Alex, said as he entered the room.
"Oh, I dunno, maybe because, I AM a GIRL!" He just snickered and ran when he saw her glare. "Oh come back here you little prat so I can hex you into the next century!" Emma started feeling for her wand around her dress when she realized what she just did and said.
She blushed and Alex fell over, from laughing and was holding his stomach. "You...you...you just...you just said...and then...wand!!!" He spluttered, trying to make a sentence but only managed that much. She groaned in annoyance and said, "ALright, I'm going Mum, Dad! I'll see you later. Bye, love you!"
And so made her way down to the lobby, where the Manager greeted her, and personally escorted her to her limo and as she got on, thought, 'Oh goody, let the fun begin!' then rolled her eyes and peered out the window.
These two teenagers, totally oblivious to what's about to happen to them, rode on to their same destination.
TMEWTMEWTMEWTMEWTMEWTMEWTMEW
WEll, everything was going well for Tom, except that, his driver didn't speak much English and accidentally dropped him off the wrong street. But he was thankful for it. The longer stall, the better.
Unfortunately for Emma, the ride went on smoothly and she was there in no time. She got off, 'Here we go, the hysterical fans and camera flashes.' and by the first flash she was up and about, ready and smile in place.
She signed a few autographs, smiled to a few camera, answered a few questions and went in. Precisely the time Tom got off his limo. 'Here we go, crazy fans and paporattzi.' (A/N: I know, totally spelled it wrong.) So he did the same thing Emma did and headed inside.
When Emma got in, she mingled with a few people and not 10 minutes into the party, she was already bored. SO she stood up from the table she was sitting at and started to wonder round the party, totally unaware she was going to bump into...
When Tom got inside, he inwardly groaned. It was the usual party thing where people mingled and small talk. Totally boring, well for him. "Tom!" Some girl he didn't know called and he started talking to her.
After a few minutes of talking and eating, He got more bored and he stood up and got a drink from the tray of the passing waiter and walked to the corner of the room, where he got a good view of the stage where he saw random guests singing to the songs chosen for them.
Well, he was doing exactly that until he bumped into someone, or more like, someone bumped into him. This someone, started apologizing to him.
"Oh, Merlin I am so sorry, I--" He recognized that voice, recognized it anywhere, especially with the 'Merlin' added there. It was the voice of none other than-
"Emma?"
"Tom?"
"Oh my Merlin--"
"What are you doing here?"
"Oh, you first."
"I'm here for the party!"
Well, they said these at the same time and a few heads turned to the two in amusement.
'Oh Merlin, she's gorgeous! Oh no, she makes me want to like her even more! Oh, this crush on her is distracting me! I have to act cool. Oh, she's gorgeous.'
'Uh--Tom is openly drooling on me. Oh, he looks hot right now, with the suit and turtle neck on him. But, this drooling/staring at me is really weird. Why does he have to do that everytime I'm near him or when we talk? It cannot be true, what Rupert and Dan say. Dan...Hey, remember, I'm over it. I think I should snap him out now.'
"Err--Tom?"
"Huh?"
"Um, you're kinda, staring with your mouth opened at me. It's kinda weird."
"Oh? Oh! I-I um, sorry." He blushed
"It's ok. You know, you look cute when you blush." 'Oh my Merlin, I cannot believe I just said that! Stupid, stupid Emma!' It was her turn to blush
"Oh, um thanks. But, I have to say, you look cuter when you do." She blushed harder
"Uh, thanks, Tom."
"No problem."
They fell into an uncomfortable silence, which was thankfully, broken by a paporattzi.
"Tom! Emma! Mind if I get a pic? No? Thanks, now, yeah, move in closer, yes, you Tom, behind her. Yeah, perfect. Now c'mon you two, yeah ain't gonna bite now."
'Well, I guess he's right.' So, he went behind her and hung his hands on to her shoulders and in insticnt, she leaned against him and they smiled.
"Ah, beautiful, yes, one more yeah."
"Hey Emma!"
Emma turned her head and so did Tom and the paporattzi clicked.
"Ah, yeah, unexpected, but beautiful! Thank you, I shall send you your share of copies. Until then."
'Wow, her skin is so soft and her hair smells wonderful.'
"Uh, Tom, you can let go now."
"Oh, right. Sorry."
"Hey, what's up with you today? You seem a little dazed."
"Well, nothing really, but to tell you the truth, I actually hate parties."
"Are you kidding?"
"I know, know. I shouldn't be saying this and all--"
"No, no! But I'm just surprised cause, I hate parties too!"
"You do!?"
"Yeah there's always the-"
"Crazy fans"
"The horrible paporattzi"
"Small talking here and there"
"Gossip talk too!"
"And most annoyingly--"
"The horrible buffet food!"
They laughed at their own similarities.
"But there's one thing I like about parties."
"Oh yeah Em? What's that?"
"The Dancing."
"The Dancing?"
"The Dancing."
He thought about it foor a sec.
"Yeah, yeah I guess."
So the stayed in comfortable silence until Emma heard The intro of 'Why Can't I by Liz Phair'
"Oh, that's my favourite song!"
"Really? Well then, may I have this dance, Ms. Watson?" He said with a bow as he held out his hand.
"Why, of course you may."
He smiled and so did she as he led her to the dance floor. He put his right hand on her waist, and put her left hand on his shoulder and reached for her right hand on his left and they began to dance. They were swaying and he dipped her down then back up and they just, were dancing.
Get a load of me, get a load of you
Walkin' down the street, and I hardly know you
It's just like we were meant to be
Emma was having so much fun, she started singing along
Holding hands with you when we're out at night
Got a girlfriend, you say it isn't right
And I've got someone waiting too
What if this is just the beginning
We're already wet, and we're gonna go swimming
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you
It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it
So tell me
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
She had a beautiful voice and Tom was so mesmerized by her voice. She then rested her head on his chest and continued singing.
Isn't this the best part of breakin' up
Finding someone else you can't get enough of
Someone who wants to be with you too
It's an itch we know we are gonna scratch
Gonna take a while for this egg to hatch
But wouldn't it be beautiful
Here we go, we're at the beginning
We haven't fucked yet, but my heads spinning
By now, everyone's eyes were on them and so was the spotlight. Everyone seemed to be captured by her voice and surprised at who she was dancing with.
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you
It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it
So tell me
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
High enough for you to make me wonder
Where it's goin'
High enough for you to pull me under
Somethin's growin'
out of this that we can control
Baby I am dyin'
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you
It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it
So tell me
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
The song ended and everyone applauded. Emma looked up into Tom's big, brown eyes and felt lost. He was leaning down and for a second there, she thought he was gonna kiss her. But he leaned down some more until he was whispering in her ear, "Wanna get out of here? We could go to that park a few blocks from here?" She nodded and grabbed hold of her hand and they ran.
As he said, they ran a few blocks down, totally ignoring the paporattzi. Finally, they advanced and hid around an alley and waited for the cam people to pass and they ran to the park.
Tom led her behind some hills where they were able to see the sunset. Emma leaned back against Tom's chest and he wrapped his arms around her affectionately.
"I don't want this to ever end."
"I don't either, Em."
"Wow, I just love sunsets."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Emma, I have something to tell you."
"Yeah?"
"Ever since I laid eyes on you, during the Yule Ball, you were glowing and happy and it seemed to affect everyone, especially me. Whenever you smile, it makes me smile, whenever you laugh, I laugh. Just, something bout the way you do the things you do
when you do the things you do."
"Wait, isn't that a Justin Timberlake song? If I remember correctly, the title is, Damn Girl."
"Eeeeeh, ok you got me there. But, it's true you know and the real thing is, I think I'm in love with you."
And that's when time stood still, and there was nothing in the world except her and he. Then she realized that...
"I think, I'm in love with you too."
He smiled and tucked a loose curl behind her ear and traced a finger from her ear to her jaw line then rested it on her chin and lifted it a bit so that he could see her eyes.
"Merlin, you're beautiful."
And he leaned down and kissed her...
So that's what really happened during the New York After Party
Why Tom composed Silhouettes in Sunsets
Why Tom sang Time Isn't Healing
Why Tom was so happy when singing Time Well Spent
But What happens after that? I think you can decide on that...
- Mood:Fluffy and sweet!
Sometimes you leave without saying goodbye, sometimes you just leave, without, well, just out. It's almost as if you're invisible. Invisible to me...
You don't know how much it hurts me. It hurts me to the core...and you know what hurts more? Is you make up stupid excuses saying you'll be out for awhile and that you'll be right back. But you never did come back, didn't you?
You never did. You were never here in the first place.
You're just...invisible...invisible to me...
reflection: You know, I was going through my YM list and there's one friend there who does exactly this. But this is only a more poetic version of what he does and what I feel when he does it, but I still think it doesn't make any sense...!
- Mood:I dunno...
It was two days before the Valentine's Day Ball. Usually, every year that had been a problem for Hermione, since she could never find dates or a boyfriend.
Hermione was never the girly type. She never wore make up, unless it was really needed. She never dressed up, all fancy like Lavender and Pavarti. She practically didn't fuss about her looks. No wonder why no guy liked her.
She usually calls Valentine's day, S.A.D. a.k.a., Single Awareness Day. It was, until she and Draco became Heads. Sure they bickered a lot at first, but then called a truce and would have small talk causing the truce to turn into aquaintenceship to turn into friendship that turned into romance.
Hogwarts didn't approve of it first. You know, them. Geez, Ron and Harry were on a rampage for a week. But, Hermione talked to them and so they resolved to the 'If you're happy, we're happy' crap.
Draco was so good to her. They would have picnics under the stars in the Astronomy Tower. Study dates in the library, quick snog sessions in corridors, laughs at the Heads' common room. It was all Hermione could ever hope for in a relationship. Draco was the one. And she was the one for Draco.
And soon enough, Hogwarts came to accept them, except for the Slytherins, that is.
The Slytherins tried talking some sense into Draco everytime they saw him. But he would have none of that. Until one day, he cracked.
He was in the common room by murmurs and shouts and arguments like so, like always.
"But she's a mudblood!"
"A disgrace to the pureblood name!"
"Surely you could do better than that!"
"I'm better than that Drakie-poo! Take me!"
"Put a sock in it Pansy, I'm certainly better!"
"Draco, just dump her already!"
"You know it'll never last, just dump the beaver!"
"Someone farted!"
Oops, scratch that last part...
"That's it! I can't take it anymore! If it all goes to your pleasure, I'm dumping her! Happy!?"
He looked back at them once more and a single teardrop fell.
He was suppose to meet Hermione at the library, in their favourite table at the corner of the library, where no one can see them. He arrived and saw her. She looked up and smiled. He smiled one of those secret smiles of his that were made only for her. 'This is the last time I can see her smile.' He thought.
He walked up to her and sat down beside her after kissing her cheek like always. But Hermione, immedietly sensed something was wrong.
"Dra--"
"Hermione, I can't take it anymore."
"What?"
"Hermione, you know I love you right?"
"Draco, of course I know, but where are you going with this?"
"All this talk of the Slytherins and arguments, I just can't take them anymore. We both knew this day would come anyway and that it wouldn't last." Tears were already welling up inside him
"Are, are you breaking up with me?"
"Yes." He said so soft you couldn't hear him, but Hermione heard him clear enough
"So, you're breaking up with me, two days before the ball and in my favourite place. So this is it." She said, standing up and packing, she was already crying
"Hermione please--"
"No, I get it. It's ok. We knew this day would come right? You said it yourself."
"Hermione please!"
But she was long gone and he stayed there, rooted to the spot. Tears falling, nonstop.
The next day (Saturday) found Hermione with Ginny in Hogsmeade, shopping for gowns for the ball. Ginny insisted that they both go together, with no dates and I qoute, "Let the whole world know that we are dateless yes, but single and available all the way!"
They went into Madame Padifoots Dress Robes for All Ocasions, where Ginny got to picking an out fit for Hermione in which Hermione all rejected. The first one was
to revealing, next one was to long, next to short, then to orangy and so on so forth. They were about to give up when Hermione saw it. The perfect dress. She showed it to Ginny and Ginny told her to try it on.
It was perfect. It was a Light Gold color, one-piece, satin, strapless, A-line corset back gown. With asymmetrical tiers of satin that sweep across the waist and are rushed gently into the side seam. Swarovski crystals embellish the bodice neckline and ornament the side drape. An innovative back satin drape folds over the corset closure.
"Oh, Hermione! Everyone is gonna drop dead when they see you!"
"Hm, yeah well, I like it and I'm gonna get it. What about you?"
"You'll see."
"Ok."
"Ok."
"Ok."
"Ok."
"Ok, let's cut it out."
"Ok."
"Don't. Start."
"Geez, sor-ee"
"Let's just go back."
"Yeah, good idea."
**Valentine's Day Ball**
Hermione was in her room along with Ginny doing her make up. Ginny was in the bathroom changing and when she came out...
"Oh Ginny! You look--"
"Yeah, yeah, I know I look hot, but not as hot as you!"
"Whatever, I think you look hotter."
Ginny was wearing an Ivory colored, one-piece, French taffeta gown featuring a corset back and chapel train. The ruched bodice was trimmed with lace motifs and drops asymmetrically below the waist revealing a glamorous A-line skirt. Sparkling with glass beads at the bottom of the skirt and train. Her hair was up in a clean bun. She had diamond earings on that matched her necklace.
"Let's just agree that we both look hot?"
"Agreed!"
Hermione had light make up on, a blush here, eyeliner there, a dab of lipgloss and the rest all natural. Her hair was the sort of, half up, half down do then a silver bracelet, and earings and necklace. Indeed, they look 'hot'
So Ginny did the same and they both went down to the Great Hall. When they went in, everyone went silent. All eyes were on them, Hermione was getting a bit tense and Ginny felt it too and whispered, "Relax, Mione." And Hermione nodded and they approached a table where Harry, Ron and Lavender were seated.
Ron and Harry's mouths were opened. And Lavender rolled her eyes and said, "You guys look hot!"
"You don't look to bad yourself." Ginny said
"Honestly, close your mouths and," She stood up to face the everyone in the room, "That goes for all the guys here!"
"Thank you Ms. Granger."
"Oops, sorry Professor Dumbledore, sir."
"Not at all, now everyone get settled, welcome once again to the annual Valentine's Day Ball! The day to show your love and enjoy it with loved ones! There will be dances and food and if anyone would like to come up and sing, just approach me. Now, let the ball begin!"
Draco Malfoy never felt more depressed in his life. It was the Valentine's day ball and he was dateless. He didn't want to attend, but a certain Slytherin, supposedly best buddy who didn't support him (ahem, cough blaise cough), wanted him too come with and that, "You should be glad you're unhooked! I bet all that nagging of hers was torture anyway." with a very soft and so sad reply of, "I loved it when she nagged." accompanied by a sad sigh.
So far, Hermione had, five drinks, eleven dances and zero chances of happiness. Being in the same room with couples was, for her, sickening. Then she saw Draco who was at the same state, staring at her with those, big, cold, sad, silver eyes. He quickly looked away when she saw he was discovered and pretended to be interested in the guys Quidditch conversation. Hermione felt a pang of pain in her chest when she saw him. And he felt a pang of guilt.
She wanted to cry. She wanted to scream, heck, she wanted to pull her hair out. Her heart was on her sleeve and he didn't care. She wanted to march right up to him and slap him, like back at Third year. But, she was an adult, and she had a different way to express her feelings. She needed to find Dumbledore.
A few minutes later...
"Ladies and Gentlemen, our very own Head Girl, has requested to sing for us, now respect everyone. I think this will be a very promising performance! To the population of Hogwarts, Hermione Granger!"
There was a round of applause and then there was Hermione, on a stool, acoustic guitar in place. The crowd had gone silent. The first note was struck, she sang.
So much for my happy ending
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...
Let's talk this over
It's not like we're dead
Was it something I did?
Was it something You said?
Don't leave me hanging
In a city so dead
Held up up so high
On such a breakable thread
You were all the things I thought I knew
And I thought we could be
You were everything, everything that I wanted
We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it
And all the memories, so close to me, just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for my happy ending
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...
She then looked at Draco, who was looking back at her and it was like time just stopped. His heart was breaking and so was hers and it was all his fault, something, he vowed he would never do.
You've got your dumb friends
I know what they say
They tell you I'm difficult
But so are they
But they don't know me
Do they even know you?
All the things you hide from me
All the shit that you do
You were all the things I thought I knew
And I thought we could be
You were everything, everything that I wanted
We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it
And all the memories, so close to me, just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for my happy ending
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...
It's nice to know you were there
Thanks for acting like you cared
And making me feel like I was the only one
It's nice to know we had it all
Thanks for watching as I fall
And letting me know we were done
He was everything, everything that I wanted
By now, everyone could really feel her pain that the girls (plus Professors) were getting all emotional. But at least they had a shoulder to cry on. 'I don't.' she thought.
We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it
And all the memories, so close to me, just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for my happy ending
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh,
And she couldn't hold it anymore be fore she ended the song, a teardrop fell and landed with a plop, that everyone could hear.
Oh oh...
A/N: Yeah I know, my endings are so crappy...but this was nagging me in the back of my mind and I just had to write it down! Wow, I didn't know I could write something like this...ususally, I'm all out for humor, but then, I guess things change...oh and if you want to see Herms' and Gin's dresses, here are the links:
Hermione: http://www.livingstonsbridal.com/go
Ginny: http://www.livingstonsbridal.com/go
And there you have it, my second one shot, ever!
- Mood:heartbroken...
A/N: Just to clear things up, this is post-war, Blaise, Pansy, Millicent, Ron, Harry, Ginny and Hermione and Draco get along as a group, but Draco and Hermione don't get along and Ginny is a seventh year. Oh and Hermione and Draco are Head Girl and Boy...so I guess that's it then. On with the story!
"Today's lesson will be focused on brewing the potion, Infelicitas; now can anyone tell me what it is?"
First lesson of the morning, was, as always, Potions. The Golden Trio thought that Dumbledore really hated them and this was just his way as sort of punishment, For what? They really didn't know.
Almost instantly, Hermione Granger's hand shot up in the air, in that really annoying sort of way. Well, for Snape that is. He sneered.
"Very well then. Yes Ms. Granger?"
"Infelicitas is Latin for bad luck. A complex potion, brewed as a common form of those seeking revenge. This enables the drinker to have a series of unfortunate events in a total of 24 hours. Usually, by the end of 24 hours, at least one good thing shall happen to the drinker and then everything goes back to normal."
"Yes, correct. You have exactly 2 hours to brew this potion. Instructions on the board. But, before that, since this potion is complex, I will allow you to be in groups of two's or three's. Now, choose then begin."
Hermione was about to pair up with Ron and Harry but saw that they were already paired up with Ginny. They sent her apologetic looks with she returned with a sigh and an 'it's ok' look but when she turned, she huffed then glared at her quill then proceeded by looking around for another partner or group.
On the other side of the Potions dungeon, a certain blonde Slytherin huffed then glared at his own quill. He was about to pair up with Blaise and Pansy when he found out that they paired up with Millicent.
'Lavender and Pavarti, Seamus and Dean, Blaise, Pans and Milli, Justin and Padma, Ron, Harry and Ginny. Malfoy and, hm, Malfoy and..' Hermione was browsing the dungeons, she sighed then Grey met Brown.
'Wow, silver eyes. There just something about them that makes me feel safe.' she thought.
'Honey colored eyes. I can just loose myself in her gaze.' he thought.
And without their knowledge, their feet were suddenly moving towards each other until they were right in front, that's when they snapped right back to reality.
She blushed, he coughed.
"Guess there's ah, no one else Granger."
"Uh yeah."
"Ok, listen up, I don't want to fail and I'm sure as hell you don't want to fail too so for the sake of our grades, we'll have to do this so, let's be civil. Ok?"
"Wow, Malfoy. Ok then. Guess we should start. I'll go get the ingredients."
"I'll start the fire then."
"Ok."
"Ok."
So the lesson went on without much event. Except for that incident, that slight mishap that sent them both totally dazzed.
Well, Hermione was stiring, he was chopping, yeah, the usual and then it happened. She need the Dragon scales, thinking it was chopped. He was just about to chop it when she reached for it first then he. Her hand under, his hand on top. Then she felt all tingly inside, as if, some bolt of energy or electricity went in her. Their fit so perfectly. He didn't want to let go, she didn't either.
Yet, the status quo calls, she removed her hand first and he snapped out of his reverie. And as if nothing happened, they went back to work.
Well, the bell rang, they finished, bottled it up, submitted, packed and left. Without a word. Harry, Ron, Ginny, Blaise, Pansy and Millicent both bid Draco and Hermione good bye cause they had Divination and Draco and Hermione had Arithmancy. Hermione went ahead but Draco decided to take it slow. 'Besides, I wouldn't want to walk along with her. People might get the wrong idea.' he thought.
HRGBPMHRGBPMHRGBPMHRGBPM
At the otherside of the castle, in an abandoned, unused, dark, dark corridor...
"So you got it?"
"Course we got it! Did you?"
"Duhr, what do you think?"
"Ok, so remember, one drop will do for a full 24 hours."
"Yup, that's what Snape said. Thank Merlin he agreed to do this!"
"Yeah, I recall him saying that it was for the best!"
"Ok, so, remember, one drop at their pumpkin juice and by the next 24 hours, the plan takes action on its own."
"Cross your fingers guys!"
"Best of luck and don't you dare screw it up!"
"Hey, why are you all looking at me!?"
"Cause you're usually the screw up bro."
"Hey!"
"What? It's true!"
The rest nodded to say they agreed.
"Oh whatever. Oh no, that's the bell. We better go."
HRGBPMHRGBPMHRGBPMHRGBPM
Hermione and Draco did their best to avoid each other. And it was, surprisingly easy. But then again. They had to go to the Great Hall where they accidentaly entered at the same time. Then the fact that they're Heads with the same Dorm and Common Room where they yet again meet, and they have the SAME classes. But other than that it was easy.
'Yeah right.' she thought as she was sitting at the Great Hall. At the other side, Draco was staring at Hermione. He took note of how poise she was, her fine posture, how her once bushy hair wasn't so bushy anymore and now fell into soft curls and lastly, her pink lips that look almost kissable. 'Almost.' he thought 'It's not like I want to kiss it or anything. It's just looks so pink and soft and I just want to kiss it. Wait, whoa, did I just fantasize about Hermione and her lips? Whoa, did I just call Her err-- Granger by her first name? Wait, how do I even know her first name? Oh, right my stupid Slyther-stinks so called friends. Hm, must have gotten to me.' He took a sip of his pumpkin juice, finding that it tasted a bit weird. But he quickly dismissed it and went back to looking at Hermione.
Hermione took a sip of her Pumpkin and suddenly felt whoozy. But it went by as soon as it came when she suddenly felt someone's gaze aiming right at her. She browsed her own table, none, Hufflepuff, nope, Ravenclaw, still no and dare she look, Slytherin and she was met with a pare of Grey orbs. His first instinct was to look away and yet, he couldn't or wouldn't. He just felt so lost under her gaze and she felt the same. In fact, they felt so safe and it all felt so right. It was as if, it was just them and no one else in the room.
**The Next Day, Hermione's POV**
The next day? The next day??? Oh I'll tell you what happened the next day! The next day was horrible!
Bad luck was all over me the next day! First, I started singing before breakfast, causing me to trip with a large bruise in my head!
Then, rumor has it that Mrs. Norris gave birth to kittens, 3 months ago. One of her kitties crossed my path, unfortunately it was all black. Next thing I knew, my fire charm burned the pants off of Professor Flitwick! Oh poor him! He was so small!
I was on my way to Transfiguration, which, Professor Mcgonagall said was under ceiling construction. I didn't notice a ladder in the middle, which I accidentaly went under, next thing I know, the chair I was supposed to turn into a cushion, turned into a flock of canarys that chased Professor Mcgonagall around the classroom!
Then at lunch time, I spilt some salt by accident, next thing I know, my potion bursted turning me and everyone around me to turn purple and 50 points from Gryffindor!
During free period, I was by the Black lake when I noticed, I assumed, a four leaf clover, which turned out to be a five leaf one, rare yes, but next thing I knew, I fell in the Black Lake!
And the day continued on. It was probably, the crapiest day of my life! Now, here I am, in the Heads' Dorm, on my bedroom, wide awake. Now I can't sleep.
**Then Next Day, Draco's POV**
I woke this mornin, you know, gettin ready and all, when I found out that I buttoned all my buttons in the wrong holes so I did it again, but on the way to breakfast, I like, tripped! And now, I've got a huge bump on my forehead!
Then on my way to the Owlery, I heard an owl hoot, not just the usual hoot twice kind of hoot but the three hoot kind of hoot, the next thing I know, I was rolling down, the Owlery path, dirt all over my robes!
Ok, I was workin on my Arithmancy essay, then the ink spilled, big deal! But apparently it is! When the Professor handed it back to me, I failed it! An essay! I failed an essay!
During lunch, I spilt the pepper. Big time. Then Nott came in, demanding I pay him back the 3 galleons I owe him from last month, but I specifically remember I payed him back the week after I borrowed it from him! We argued over 3 galleons! I argued with my friend because of 3 bloody galleons!
During Potions, I broke a glass bottle. No probs! Snape's my Goddaddy, he'll totally replace it! But the good times keep on coming right? I accidentally pored some potion on Snape's bloody foot, causing it to be glued to the floor! The he took 50 points away from Slytherin! 50 points!
Now, here I am, on my bed, wide awake. I can't sleep.
**Normal POV**
11.31, her clock said. Hermione got out of bed, she just, really couldn't sleep. Her day was filled with bad luck! She should be exhausted by now. But she wasn't. So she got out of bed. She thought of ways that could possibly get her to bed, so she went to her haven of thinking, believe it or not, It was the Astronomy Tower.
So she did. She got there with ease, much to her pleasure and conjured up 2 blankets, one she laid out and sat down on, the other she put aside, in case she felt cold.
For some reason, she couldn't think straight. So she did something that usually made her at ease, she sang.
Would you dance
If I asked you to dance?
Would you run
And never look back?
Would you cry
If you saw me crying?
And would you save my soul, tonight?
She was gonna start on the 2nd verse of the song when she heard someone else started singing it.
Would you tremble
If I touched your lips?
Would you laugh?
Oh please tell me this.
Now would you die
For the one you loved?
Hold me in your arms, tonight.
She turned and saw that Draco was on his way to her. She suddenly couldn't breathe, just the sight of him could affect her so greatly already. He sang the chorus.
I can be your hero, baby.
I can kiss away the pain.
I will stand by you forever.
About now he was so close to her, there lips just centimeters apart.
You can take my breath away
And they kissed. And the clock striked midnight, but they didn't care. Little did they know though, 6 people were watching from under an invisibility cloak not far from the two love birds, all snickering, smilling and grinning like a bunch of idiots.
"Looks like our plan worked." Pansy whispered.
"I know right! We rock!" said a snickering Blaise.
"And I didn't mess it up one bit!" need I say who?
"This is such a sweet moment, where's Colin when you need him?" Ginny said, awestricken
"Who needs Colin, I got a camera right here!" Millicent said, pulling out a camera
"Give it here, I'm the closest." Harry said "Now shut up and don't ruin the moment!"
"You know what, we should use Infelicitas more often!" Ginny said
"Sh!" Everyone said
When Draco pulled away he said, "So what do you say, can I be your hero?"
"You've always been my hero."
- Mood:damn proud!
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