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A First In Conversations
By: MG / Shanibelle
Chapter Three –
“A First In Conversations”
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“Are you sure you’re comfortable, Draco?” Pansy was asking him for the eleventh time in the past quarter of an hour and he sighed, rolling his eyes underneath his closed lids. He would have much rather been in the company of Potty and Weasleby right now, than her. Hell, he would have even loved to be in the company of that oaf that must have learned English from the Trolls, than be with her.
And to make the matters worse, she was fussing about every-little-fucking-thing. Oh Draco, you look so pale… Oh, is your back hurting you? Do you want me to fluff your pillows for you?... Oh look, your shivering, are you cold?
He set his jaw and his body considerably tightened as she ran the backs of her fingers over his forehead and cooed words in his ear that should have been comforting, but merely made him feel worse.
“Draco,” a voice came and Draco opened his eyes as Snape’s thin frame was wide enough to cast a shadow onto him, thus allowing him to see, “I wasn’t aware that you were looking over Draco, Miss Parkinson. If you would, he and I have matters to discuss…” he needn’t continue as Pansy stood up and gathered her things, pecking a kiss to Draco’s forehead and whispering a “Get well,” before running off, her footsteps ricocheting off of the walls of the hall.
Snape stood standing at the foot of the bed, the two staring at one another.
“As you probably well know, Miss Granger has made Head Girl,” he started off and Draco laughed, scoffing at him.
“Wasn’t that a bit obvious, Professor?” he asked and Snape’s lip curled up in a demonic smile.
“Yes, it was. And, as we suspected, you did make Head Boy,” he continued, once again serious, and Draco watched him, curious eyes following him as he clasped his hands behind his back and turned, pacing, “tell me, Draco, have you made any progress?” he asked, still walking back and forth.
“Not much, Professor. I don’t think she remembers, though.” He said, squinting as the sunlight returned to blinding him as Snape’s shadow moved.
“Not remember? What do you mean, not remember?” he asked and Draco sighed, shifting himself around the bed, wincing as the muscles in his back strained and he stilled his actions as he settled himself into the bed again, welcoming the coolness of where the shadows of the window-sills were laying upon his sheets.
He laid his head back on his pillows and closed his eyes. Being annoyed with Pansy was beginning to take a lot out of him.
“Well,” he began, not needing to open his eyes to tell that Snape was looking at him expectantly; waiting for him to continue, “Before the branch hit me, we kissed.”
A slight pause from Snape told Draco that he was thinking. “I see.” He spoke and looked as if he was going to start pacing again, but rather stood at the foot of Draco’s hospital bed again and withdrew his wand from his cloak and uttered the levitation jinx and turned, swishing his cloak dramatically, following the bed.
“Sleep is the only thing that will help now, Draco. For both of your problems. Owl me when you’ve developed another plan.” Being dramatic with the cloak that whispered around his ankles, Snape turned from Draco’s private quarters in the Head’s personal housing and exited before Draco could ask him the question he desperately needed to ask.
Well, shit, how exactly was he to owl him? He obviously couldn’t get up and just walk to the owlery, judging by the strained muscles in his back and the broken bones that he was left with. He sighed as he looked around the room, letting them finally close and his head relax into the silken pillow cases behind it. He'd deal with the owl later.
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If it were at all possible, Hermione had died and went to embarrassment hell. She had the feeling like one has when she walks into a room and all conversations are suddenly cut off in mid-sentence, and all eyes turn to her; the subject of their conversation.
She took in a deep breath and took a left, walking down the long aisle to where she spotted Harry and the two remaining Weasley kids.
“Hey.” She smiled as she sat down at the seat that was left vacant next to Harry. Ginny smiled and went back to her food while Ron stared, open mouthed and with food half-way hanging out of it.
“What?” she asked, her eyes darting at those faces she could see. Looking across the hall, she saw the glaring faces of Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle. Well, they sure weren’t happy about something. The silence had obviously gotten the teacher’s attention as they too, sat silent and watched the scene unfold.
Looking down the Gryffindor table, she spotted Lavender and Parvati whisper to each other and then turn to face her, meeting her with eyes that she couldn’t understand.
“Will someone please tell me why I’m being stared at?” she asked Ron took it to be his responsibility to tell her.
“Well, ‘Mione… don’t you think it a bit odd?” He asked after swallowing the food in his mouth.
“Think what a bit odd? That everyone’s staring at me? Yes, Ron, that is odd.” She replied with a scowl and he shifted in his seat underneath her glare and moved his eyes to look at Harry before looking back at Hermione.
“Well, it was odd that you and Malfoy were underneath that tree together and he just jumps at the opportunity to save you. I mean… it’s just odd that he would do that since he thinks of himself all high-and-mighty like he’s royalty and that you’re...well –” he left the sentence hanging and looked at her, his eyebrows furrowed and eyes that looked almost pityingly.
“ACK! Well, I don’t know why he did it!” she burst out and let her eyes trail to the rest of the Great Hall. Growling, she stood up and left the Hall, leaving to get away from the questioning stares that were beginning to make her nerves unravel.
“Hermione! Wait!” came Harry’s voice and she stopped, turning to see him running to catch up with her.
“We’re just confused as you are about this.” He told her, his hand coming out to hold hers. It felt foreign to her, but quickly decided that she should get used to it.
Sighing, she shook her head, “No, I know. I guess I’m just in a mood. I’m going to go clean up and I might just rest for the day.” She said and he nodded, green eyes smiling at her.
“Okay.” His mouth followed suit of his eyes and she couldn’t help but smile back, “Sleep well.” He whispered to her as his other hand came to hold hers and he pressed his lips to her forehead.
Smiling, he turned and went back to the Great Hall to finish his lunch.
She turned and placed the heel of her hand to her temple, shaking her head as she smiled. Funny how things aren’t even awkward… she thought and climbed the stairs that led to the large shaft that held all the other staircases.
“Ah, Miss Granger, there you are. Come, I’ll show you to your dorm.” Professor McGonagall startled her out of her thoughts as she smiled gratefully and followed suit.
Coming to a painting of two very old wizards playing wizard’s chess, their attention moved from the checkered board to the two ladies standing in front of them, they smiled sweetly.
“Consensio.” She spoke and the sound of the painting unlocking could be heard before it swung out to show a large door into what Hermione could see a very well decorated room.
“Your room is up the stairs and to your left, Draco’s is to the right. You two will share a bathroom. Your password has not been set, so I suggest that you do that first thing. The kitchen is straight forward. Any questions?” Minerva explained in her normal fashion of extending her hand, palm up, like one would if she was a tour-guide as she spoke of each place.
Hermione shook her head, awe stricken at that they could conceal such a room from all of the other students. She grinned as her eyes looked up at the ceiling to see that it was bewitched to look like the sky… exactly like the Great Hall.
The painting closed and she smiled as her feet led her to the staircase that curved to touch the wall before meeting with the other in the middle, and let her hand drag on the smooth surface of the stone railing. Looking more closely, she noticed that it was not stone, but however, white marble. Turning to her left, she followed the hallway a ways before meeting a door and smiled at the moving picture of an Otter swimming lazily, seemingly unaware of an ocean wave headed it’s way.
“Erm.. excuse me?” she asked the painting nicely. It let the bottom half of it’s body fall into the water and smiled, it’s front two teeth resting on it’s bottom lip.
“Ah. Mademoiselle Granger, I presume. I am Monsieur Loutre. I suppose you would like to set your password, what would you like it to be?” he asked in a very strong French accent.
“Oh. Erm. Uhh…” she found herself looking through the library for any good words. Coming across the Pirates and their Sayings she grinned and said the word that she loved more than anything, “Parlay.”
The otter blinked at her and nodded, “Of course Mademoiselle.” The portrait unlocked and swung forward, Hermione grinning ear to ear when she saw the room decorated in colors crème, white and caramel.
Turning, she saw three full-length mirrors by an accordion changing station that was closed and there sat her desk, which already held her ink well and a piece of parchment, welcoming and congratulating her on being chosen for Head Girl by the Headmaster.
She turned to look at more of her bedroom and saw Crookshanks jump up onto her bed, ready for a nap. He looked her way before blinking his eyes and settling himself down on the comforter, curling into a ball of orange fluff.
Hermione scratched his head as she went to the bed, sitting down. She sighed, content as she flopped back on it, giggling at herself as she moved her arms, feeling the nice silkiness of the comforter.
Standing up, she made her way to the bathroom and grinned widely, seeing the large tub complete with cast-iron claw feet and the faucet in the middle on the side of the tub, inviting her to take a bath. And, of course, she couldn’t refuse and invitation like that.
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After dressing in her clothes that had been brought over from her dorm in the Gryffindor tower, Hermione rubbed a towel against her skull, rubbing out some of the water of her hair, not caring if she could dry it within a snap of a finger with a simple drying charm. She liked to do things the old fashioned way; the muggle way.
Noticing the door on the other side of the room, and remembering what McGonagall had told her about sharing a bathroom with Draco, she stared at the door, wondering what was on the other side. She shook her head, knowing that she would be silly to go in there. Turning around, she went back into her room to unpack. After unpacking her clothes, she went about filling some of the bookshelves with her own books.
Casting a look over her shoulder at his closed door, she sighed exasperated with herself that she would be fixated on a door, "Merlin's beard..." and stomped her way over to it and threw it open.
"Before you say anything about your rights to privacy and how I'm invading it by being in your room, I just came to thank you for saving my life, even as confusing as an act that was, I appreciate it. Now, I would, if we can, move on from it and -" she stopped at realizing what look she was getting from him. He was... paying attention. And there was no sneer, or snarl or... bloody hell, there wasn't even a smirk on his face! He almost looked curious.
“Are you f-f-feeling any better?” she stumbled, shocked that he mouth would be moving without any thought coming from her mind and he quirked his head to the side, also surprised.
“All right, I suppose.” he answered, “Better than when I was when Pansy was bothering me in the infirmary, but now that I don’t have my attention on her, I’m quite bored. Your limited to things when you’re back’s thrown out and you’re in bed rest. Except for the obvious choices, of course.” He spoke and she suddenly was sitting on the edge of his bed, blushing wildly at his comment.
What was she doing, blushing at something that Malfoy said? Was she going mad? Mentally shaking her head, she motioned to the book in his hands, “I see you were reading before I, uh, interrupted.”
He nodded before turning it over to her, “The Dream Oracle?” Hermione asked and he shrugged.
“Weird dreams. I wanted to know what they were meaning.” He replied and she nodded her head, flipping through the pages.
“Have you read it?” he asked and she rolled her eyes, shutting it with a pound and handed it back.
“Right… I read it as much as I listened to Trelawney.” She sighed and he gave her a strange look, “I walked out of the class third year and never came back.”
His eyebrows rose and his smirk returned to his face, making him look normal now, “The know-it-all Granger walked out on a class?” he asked and she scoffed at him, “You haven’t even done that with Snape.”
Hermione smiled and shook her head, “No, I haven’t. Although I’ve been tempted to in the past, Merlin that man is such a git –” she stopped herself and took in a cleansing breath at a second smirk from Draco.
There was a sharp tapping at the window and she rose an eyebrow, “Expecting someone?” she smirked, one that could compete with his own and he looked at her with a straight face, obviously not amused.
“No. It’s probably my Eagle Owl coming from home.” He replied and her mouth gaped open at him as she rose to open the window.
“You? Have an Eagle Owl?” she asked and the bird surveyed her before jumping and gliding over to Draco’s outstretched arm, holding it’s leg out proudly, a small package tied to it’s leg along with a small roll of parchment.
“Granger, did you happen to forget that my family owns quite a lot of money? Each of us has our own. This one is Lilach, the only girl of the three.” he turned his attention back to the bird, running the back of a finger down it’s breast and it shrieked at him before nipping his finger affectionately, making him smile softly, and it took off, out the open window.
She promptly closed the window and watched Draco open the package after discarding the note and placed her hands in her jeans’ front pockets as he pulled a rather large flask of what she guessed to be Butterbeer and set it on the table next to the bed, pulling out a box of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans and he shook his head, setting it down on the table next to the Butterbeer and pulled out a handful of Chocolate Frogs.
Watching him unpack his package from home, the mixed feeling in the pit of her stomach returned. Watching his hands bring out several handfuls of sweets from the bag, she felt she needed to touch his hands, hold them, kiss them. Hands that she needed to hold her, comfort her and arouse her.
Wait a sec - what was she saying? This was Malfoy! The one and same Malfoy who tried to kill her every year at school! The one that had called her Mudblood countless times, who started the "Weasley is our King" song that students were still singing!
Looking up and catching the confused look on Hermione’s face and taking it to be confusion over the package, he went about setting the cartons that held the frogs on the comforter by his legs, “Mum sends over some sweets almost daily. She sent more than she usually does. Must be because of – what... what happened.” He finished lamely and motioned to the table with his arm, “Do you want some? I doubt I’ll be able to eat it all.”
Hermione was about to accept when she fought against herself and said, “No, thank you though, Malfoy. Uhh.. I think I should get to my studies. I’m off to the library for a few books.” He nodded understandingly.
“Could you stop by the owlery on your way back and send one this way?” he asked and she nodded.
“Sure.”
Leaving through his regular door, she wasn’t surprised to see a silver dragon speeding through clouds, reflecting green when the sun shone on it. It turned its head and breathed fire at her, making her jump and scurry down the stairs.
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The Password for the Head’s Common Room (Consensio) is Latin for consensus.
Ah, and the Otter... got the idea from her Patronus... Loutre is the word for Otter in French :D