Chapter 14 : Sheepishness & Drama Queens
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Hermione elbowed Draco in the ribs to see past him. Her mouth dropped open.
Ginny jumped back, red faced from where she had been busy snogging the life out of the boy who lived.
Harry straightened his shirt, looking surprised. 'Hermione? What are you- Malfoy?'
Hermione giggled. She couldn't help it. The look on Draco's face, Harry's sheepish expression, and the house elves scurrying around in the background was hysterical. 'Erm.. I sort of got attacked... And stuff.'
'What?' said Harry, glaring accusingly at Draco.
Draco narrowed his eyes at him. 'She got way too caught up in a book. You don't have to give me a look like that, Potter.'
Harry stepped towards him. 'I'll do what I want, Malfoy. Stop acting like you know Hermione.'
Draco glared at him. 'I know her a lot better than you Potter, since you got a gi-'
'Stop, already!' shrieked Hermione, shoving her way between them. 'God, I get it, you're guys, you have to act macho but honestly I can smell the testosterone from here and-'
'Why don't we just get some food?' asked Ginny, smirking slightly at the look on Malfoy's face.
Draco rolled his eyes. 'If I'd of known that I'd be sharing food with a Weas-'
'Don't talk about my girlfriend like that!'
'I can defend myself!'
'Sure you can, Weasl-'
'EVERYBODY JUST BE QUIET!' shouted Hermione, reaching the end of her tether. Honestly, they were acting like preschoolers.
Everyone stared at her. 'Thankyou.' Hermione said peacefully, before turning to the closest house elf. 'Hi there.' she started kindly. 'Could you arrange some food for us, if it's not too much trouble?'
'Of course it's not too much trouble.' said Draco over the many 'not at all miss!'s of the elf. 'It's a house elf.'
Hermione glared at him. He shuffled his feet. 'Look, it's back already.' he said.
Harry rolled his eyes. 'I never knew you'd be scared of a girl, Malfoy.'
'I resent that!' snapped Ginny, whacking Harry across the back of the head.
'Let's just sit down.' Hermione sighed, gesturing to the overflowing table were the elves had set down the food.
With much sighing and general idiocy, the other three sat at the table.
Hermione started dishing food onto their plates. 'Isn't this nice?'
'No.' said Harry, Draco and Ginny, almost simultaneously.
Hermione frowned at them, almost wondering why it couldn't be like those high school musicals she so loved, where a house elf could randomly burst into 'Why can't we be friends?' and not get strange looks. Shaking her head, she cleared her throat.
'So, Harry, how's Quidditch?'
Harry poked moodily at his potatoes. 'Awful. We have no good beaters and there's a strong weakness on our left side-' Harry stopped suddenly, glaring at Draco. 'Sorry, I forgot that we have a spy in the room.'
Draco raised an eyebrow at him. 'I'm not even on the team anymore, Potter, and it's not like we'd need your help to kick Gryffindor's arse-'
'You haven't won a Quidditch Cup since the Stone Age!'
'What on earth is the Stone Age?'
Hermione rolled her eyes, turning to Ginny. 'There is absolutely no reasoning with some people.' she said, shooting a dirty look at the boys, who were still bickering.
Ginny grinned at her, moving closer. 'So, how is everything?' she asked, jerking her head in Draco's direction.
Hermione looked at her suspiciously. 'Fine...'
Ginny rolled her eyes. 'That's it? Fine?'
'Come on, Hermione, give me the dirt, the juice, the goss!'
'I've got to stop showing you those American movies...' muttered Hermione under her breath, before answering Ginny's question. 'There is honestly nothing going on, Gin. Sorry, but I'm just not the one to go to for 'goss'.'
Ginny frowned. 'So there's nothing going on? No forbidden love or friends-with-benefits?'
Hermione wrinkled her nose at her. 'That's disgusting, Ginny.'
Draco suddenly glared her way, ears pricking up. Hermione saw a flash of something unidentifiable in his eyes before he stood suddenly, interrupting Harry mid Quidditch rant. 'I have to go.' he said, averting his eyes.
Hermione jumped up. 'Draco-'
'No, I have to go.'
The portrait slammed shut behind him, and Hermione looked at Ginny worriedly. 'Do you think he heard-'
'Yes.' said Ginny, looking worriedly after Draco. 'Hermione, I'm sorry-'
'It's fine.' said Hermione, gathering her coat. 'I'll go after him.'
Harry rolled his eyes as the portrait slammed shut behind Hermione as well. 'Malfoy's such a drama queen.'
Ginny smiled at him. 'You'll never get along, will you?'
'Nope. Now, where were we?'
Hermione hurried along the drafty corridors, pausing to check inside the empty classrooms. She hadn't meant what she said, she was just trying to get Ginny off her case and he wasn't exactly meant to overhear...
Hermione stopped as she almost tripped over a discarded Slytherin scarf at the entryway to the stairwell of the astronomy tower. Gotcha. Hermione took the stairs two at a time, until she finally found Draco, silver hair glinting in the moonlight, sitting on the window sill. Honestly, someone should put glass in, Hermione thought, it's a safety hazard.
'Hey.' said Hermione cautiously, walking towards him.
'Hey.' mimicked Draco, gazing at the stars.
'Look, Draco, whatever you heard, I was just trying to get Ginny off my back.' said Hermione, twisting the thick wool of the scarf between her fingers.
Draco stared at her for a moment, his expression unreadable. 'That's the constellation I was named after.' he said after a moment, pointing to a cluster of bright stars.
Hermione moved to sit next to him on the sill, slightly nonplussed about the sudden change of conversation. 'We learnt about it in astronomy.' said Hermione carefully, trying not to look down. 'The brightest star is Eltanin.'
Draco half smiled. 'You were never one to pass up being a know it all.' he said without venom. Suddenly, he turned to her, nearly toppling her off the ledge. Hermione gulped. Draco narrowed his eyes at her. 'Are you afraid of heights,or something?'
Hermione looked nervously at him. 'It's more the falling part I'm more worried about.'
'Then why are you sitting here with me?'
Hermione bit her lip. 'Well.... I care about you, now anyways. I don't want you to think I'm some gossipy fourth year.'
Draco stared at her. 'I care about you too, Hermione.'
Hermione shivered as a cold breeze blew through the window. 'Weird, huh?'
Draco grinned. 'Yes. Who knew? By the way, if you're so scared of heights, how did you survive flying classes back on first year?'
Hermione raised her eyebrows at him. 'If I remember correctly, you hijacked them halfway through and stole Neville's Remembrall.'
Draco chuckled. 'I was a bit of an arse back then, wasn't I?'
Hermione shook her head. 'You think?'
Draco sighed. 'It's hard though, being a Slytherin. Everybody just assumes we're the ugly, twisted, evil house. If you ask me, those Hufflepuffs look pretty shifty. I bet they blackmailed the Sorting Hat to give them Diggory.'
Hermione chuckled. 'Yes, I'm sure it was an elaborate scheme.'
Draco stretched, yawning. 'I suppose we should head back to our dorms.'
'Yes, I suppose.' Hermione said, sighing.
Draco hopped down from the sill, holding a hand out for Hermione. 'So when was the last time you were on a broom?'
Hermione looked at him strangely. 'Why the sudden interest? A couple of years ago, I guess, when Ginny bullied me into playing two a side Quidditch.'
Draco smiled. 'I think I'm going to teach you to fly again.'
Hermione stopped dead. 'Like hell you are!'
'Come on, Hermione, it'll be fun!'
Hermione frowned. 'Fun for you maybe, but I have better thing to do then freeze my arse off on a broomstick, thank you very much.'
Hermione glanced up, and cursed. Draco was doing that pleading eyes thing that she was yet to master. Damn him. 'One lesson.' she said firmly. 'And you're not allowed to be mean to me.'
Draco scoffed. 'Who, me? Wouldn't dream of it.'
Hermione rolled her eyes and started walking down the stair case again. 'Oh, come on, ferret boy.'
A/N: Hiya! First of all, all credit goes to the band War for the song 'Why Can't We Be Friends?'. Sorry for the wait on the update! I was just going through some stuff. But it's all good :) Thankyou so much for all the reviews, you have no idea how much they mean to me :) Hope this chapter was ok, and thanks for reading! Also, props to Dragoness101 and Adrianna Tonks for getting what was in the kitchen right! Your other suggestions made me giggle though :D
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