Chapter 4 : The Library Again
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“Um…” spluttered Hermione. “Sure, I mean, no one else is…” Just shut up now, she thought to herself. Don’t make yourself more of a fool.
“Thanks,” he said as he sat down. Hermione watched as he pulled out an essay that he was writing. He rummaged in his bag for a quill and brought out a small black one. He dipped it in ink and started writing.
Hermione sat across from him. Should she say something? He chose this table out of all of them to sit down at. Did that mean something? No, this was silly. He just had to finish his homework, so he came to the library. And he knew she wouldn’t bother him if he was working, so he sat down here. That’s all. Nothing else. She got out her Potions essay that Snape had assigned. Hermione was determined to do better on this one. Even if it took five feet.
They sat for awhile, the only noises the scratching of their quills and the background noise of other tables. Hermione soon became absorbed in her work, crossing all t’s and dotting all i’s. She forgot about everything and worried only about what would happen when she mixed a bezoar and gillyweed on the winter solstice at midnight.
“You didn’t talk about the color.”
Hermione’s head flew up. She stopped mid-sentence. “What?”
Draco had stopped writing too. “The color. Snape is going to mark down if you don’t talk about it. He told a few of us after class.”
“Oh, thanks.” Hermione blushed. She paused for a moment, and then found the courage. “Draco, can I ask you something?”
“Sure,” he said, his face bland.
“Um…” she didn’t know how to quite phrase it. “Well…”
“Anytime,” prompted Draco, slightly smiling.
Hermione blushed again. “Um, why were you reading that book today?” she said in a rushed voice. Oh yeah, that’s good. Ask him about a book. That’s how not to sound like a stupid bookworm.
This time it was Draco that blushed slightly, his pale face coloring in the cheeks. “It just looked interesting, that’s all.”
Hermione felt bolder seeing that she had made him blush. “Well, it just seems like a strange choice of literature for someone who hates ‘mudbloods’ like yourself,” she said, putting emphasis on mudbloods.
Draco’s eyes flashed. He started putting away his things. “Well, maybe I’m broadening my horizons,” he retorted. He stood up.
“No, Draco--” Hermione started.
“No, I understand. I’m sorry that I interrupted you. Please, go back to your essay. I’ll just leave.” He started to walk away. Hermione jogged after him.
“Draco,” she said, putting her hand on his shoulder to stop him. Draco slowed and stopped. He turned back to her, covering her hand with his hand. “I’m sorry. I just…I was just wondering about it, that’s all. You can still sit here. With me.”
He stared into her eyes for a moment, seemingly searching to see if she meant it. Hermione blushed again, feeling naked under his stare. Damn this blushing, she thought. I need to stop doing that. They walked back to the table and sat down. Hermione watched as he pulled out his essay again.
“Erm, what are you working on?” she asked, trying to start a conversation.
“History of Magic,” he replied with a sigh. “The Wand Codes of 1082.”
“Ooh, yeah, I finished writing that one yesterday. It was hard.”
His eyes brightened. “You’ve written it? Can you help me, then?” Hermione was taken aback for a second.
“Um, sure. I’ll do my best, I guess.” Draco moved to a seat next to her.
“Well, this is what I have so far, but I’m a little stuck…” He was sitting next to her. There were less than three inches between their bodies. A little shiver ran through her body. He stopped talking. “Are you cold?” he asked, concerned.
“What? Oh, no, I’m fine. Um, your essay is good, but I think you should add something about the Addendums of 1125. That should be enough to finish it.”
Draco looked back at his essay. “You’re right. That would work.” He looked back up and smiled. He looked so perfect, she thought. There didn’t seem to be any hate or meaness in him. Maybe he wasn’t setting her up…
“Oy, Hermione! There you are!” Ron’s voice jolted through her. Hermione looked up. Ron and Harry had come over, after their lunch probably. They stopped dead in their tracks when they saw who she was sitting with.
“Malfoy bothering you, Hermione?” asked Harry, staring at Draco.
“No, I--” Hermione started.
“I was just leaving,” cut in Draco smoothly. He gathered up all his things. “Potter, Weasley,” he said as he walked by them. Ron and Harry watched him go and then sat down next to Hermione.
“What did he think he was doing sitting next to you?” asked Ron, revolted.
“He wasn’t bothering you, was he, Hermione?” asked Harry again, looking worried.
“No, really. We were just talking about his essay, that’s all,” protested Hermione. She was a bit miffed that they had come. Again her meeting with Draco was cut short.
“That git. He’s so stupid. One of these days, he’ll get what’s coming,” said Ron, pounding his fist into his other hand.
“Ron, shut up,” said Hermione icily. She gathered up her things and walked away without another word.
“What’s up with her?” she heard Ron ask, bewildered. Hermione stormed out of the library. Ron was so stupid, he would never understand. Even Harry wouldn’t either. They were both too close-minded to ever even think that Draco might have changed.
Hermione walked back to the dormitory slowly, in thought. She needed to sit Draco down and ask him his true thoughts. That’s the only way anything would get solved. At least, that’s what her pragmatic side told her. But her other side told her to wait, imaging horrible scenes in which everyone was laughing at her, especially Draco, pointing and yelling, “You thought I would ever like you? You’re a filthy Mudblood!”
Hermione shook her head to get the images out of her mind. She would just pull him aside one day, away from anyone else, and ask him. If he said no, then she…she could just put a memory charm on him. He wouldn’t remember, and life would be fine. Sure, it was a little against the school rules, but no one would know. It’s not like Draco would remember.
“Psst!” Hermione stopped. She looked around. The corridor around her was empty, and filled with unused classrooms. “Hermione!”
She backtracked and stuck her head inside one of the classrooms. Seeing nothing, she turned to go back out when an hand grabbed her arm and pulled her inside.
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