Solitude – Chapter 1
A/N: This two-shot is for New Year's Day! Happy New Year! Welcome to 2010 in a couple of hours! (:
Centered on Draco and Hermione, and set in between their seventh and 'eighth' year. (the year in which everyone comes back to complete their NEWTs.) By the way, this story was supposed to be a one-shot, but somehow it became a 2700+ word story, so it's been separated into 2 chapters.
NOTE: I only own this story, and characters may seem OOC. Apologies!
There was a group of students gathered around the notice board in the common room. Boy, that was annoying. I watched from an armchair in the common room as students attempt to squeeze their way into the crowd to see what's going on.
Blaise approached me and sat down in another armchair. "New Year celebrations, Draco. We're allowed to go to Hogsmeade on New Year's Eve and New Year's."
"Really?" I asked, incredulously.
Blaise smirked. "Of course, idiot."
I smirked slightly. "Any plans?"
"Well, we could get down to the Hogs' Head for a firewhiskey or two, and join in the countdown." I nodded. "Sure, whatever. Is Pansy coming along?" Blaise nodded. "I suppose."
I figured I should get some dinner; I was a little peckish. I got up from my seat. "I'll be at the Great Hall. See you."
All I could hear as I walked down the stone steps to the Great Hall for a quick bite was my own footsteps. There was no one around; dinner was probably ending soon. I reached the bottom of the stairs only to overhear a heated conversation.
"Hermione, I'm cropped up with something tomorrow... Sorry." Someone, probably Weasley, was saying.
"But... it's New Year's Eve..." a voice, obviously Granger's, replied. "Harry? You're coming, right?"
"Look, I'm really sorry, but Ginny and I..." Potter trailed off.
Silence fell. I corked an eyebrow. What the hell is going on? I peered at them from behind a wall. Granger looked positively distraught, Weasley was staring at the ground and Potter was looking at Granger. Both looked kind of apologetic. Looks like Weasley and Potter aren't going to spend New Year's Eve with Granger. Pity.
Granger bit her lower lip. "You know, just forget it. I... I'll spend New Year's Eve with Luna and Neville then." Weasley looked up at her. "What? Really?" he asked. Potter smiled. "Thanks, Hermione. We'll make it up to you." Potter said.
Granger's lips arced into a wry smile.
I leant against the wall. Granger, alone on New Year's Eve? Maybe, just maybe...
The next thing I knew, a pair of brown eyes was staring at my grey ones. "Malfoy?"
"What are you doing here?"
"I was on my way to the Great Hall."
Granger said nothing, and then proceeded to walk away, and I followed her. I don't know what made me do it, though. Granger noticed, and turned around to face me.
"Why are you following me?" Granger asked angrily. She seems pissed off.
"Can't I?" I asked. Merlin, that sounded real dumb.
Granger corked an eyebrow. "Why would you do that?"
Okay, I was at a loss of words. I thought I'd cut straight to the point and not answer her. "You're spending New Year's Eve alone?" Her eyes widened considerably, and she replied, "No! Who told you that? I'm... I'm spending it with Harry and Ron tomorrow..."
"You don't have to lie to me, Granger." She gave me an inquisitive look. "I overheard you talking to Potter and Weasley." Granger sighed. "Right..."
"Hmph. What a pity. So Potter's with Weaslette tomorrow?"
"They haven't seen each other for a long time, so they're spending New Year's Eve together..."
"He said he's going to be busy tomorrow..."
"Busy snogging his 'Lav-Lav'?"
Granger sighed. "I don't know..." She seemed... sad. "Anyway, what's with you today?"
It was my turn to raise an eyebrow at the brunette.
"You're being civil." She answered. "You never were. You'd never get past a conversation with me without calling me a mudblood." Well, I guess I never noticed that...
"What? You prefer me being hostile to you and calling you a mudblood in every conversation we have?" I replied. "Can't we get along or something?" Granger remained silent. "Erm, well obviously, I prefer the more civil side of you."
I couldn't help but smirk. Granger smiled.
Before I could stop myself, I said, "How about spending New Year's Eve with me?"
Granger, looked alarmed. "What?" Okay, how did that even come out of my mouth? Granger contemplated this for a moment. Her answer surprised me.
I smiled. I actually smiled. "Really? Erm, thanks then..." Merlin, what is wrong with me today? I actually asked Hermione out on a date tomorrow.
"The Three Broomsticks?" she asked.
"Sure. At a quarter to eleven?"
She nodded and smiled a little, before turning to leave.
I swore I saw a tint of pink on her cheeks. She looked kind of cute...
I mentally slapped myself. Did I just think that?! Seriously, what the hell is wrong with me?!
Without eating anything, I headed back to the common room. Weirdly, I didn't feel hungry anymore.
"Blaise," I called out. He was sitting on the same armchair as just now, and Pansy was occupying the one I left earlier and was talking to Blaise. He looked up at me. "You're back? Did you even eat anything?"
"I didn't. I just need to tell you, I'm not free tomorrow. I have other plans."
Pansy's eyes widened. "Draco! It's New Year's Eve!"
I rolled my eyes. "Look, I told you I'm not free. Deal with it; spend it with Blaise or something."
Pansy and Blaise swapped glances. "On a date?" Blaise asked.
I scoffed. "That's none of your business."
I can't believe I actually said 'yes' to Malfoy! I sighed as I sat down on my bed in my dormitory, getting ready to sleep. Other than myself, only Lavender and Parvati are in the room, sleeping.
What should I do? I already said yes. Oh, what the heck... At least he was kind enough to suggest that. He was behaving incredibly un-Malfoy-ish today. He didn't call me a mudblood, he had a civil conversation with me, and he actually asked me out.
Wonder what Harry and Ron would say if I told them I was spending tomorrow with Malfoy...
I blinked my eyes open. Sunlight was filtering through the curtains. Stifling a yawn, I sat up on my bed and glanced at the clock. It was ten in the morning.
I yawned again as I made to get out of bed. Ginny barged into the room.
"Hermione?" I didn't reply. Ginny approached me. "Look, I'm sorry about today..." I shook my head. "It's okay..." I replied. "Besides, I'm going out too..."
Ginny's eyes perked up. "What? Who?"
I smirked. "I won't tell you."
Ginny smirked too. "Is it a guy?" she asked. "Come on, spill the beans!" I laughed. "Yeah, it is. It's a guy." I answered. Ginny grinned. "Really? Who? Is he from Gryffindor?"
"I shan't tell you anymore." I concluded.
"Why? Come on!" Ginny whined. I smiled. Ginny can sure be childish at times. She sighed in defeat. "Oh, forget it... Well..."
My mind trailed over to our meeting later on. What should I wear? What are we going to do? It'd sure be awkward; we're from Gryffindor and Slytherin! Merlin, I do hope things will turn out okay, I'd sure want some peace between us in future.
"... at the Three Broomsticks, joining in the countdown. I heard there'll be fireworks."
"Yeah..." I said, though not taking in a word Ginny's saying.
How I wish the day would pass sooner...
After a long time later, I found myself sitting on my bed in the dorm at ten o' clock. Ginny was downstairs at her own dorm taking some clothes up for me. Ginny entered into my dorm and put the pile of clothes on my bed.
"Take a look. I figured these would look great on you."
I peered at the clothes lying on my bed. There was a coat, a tank top, a scarf, a pair of jeans, boots and a hat. I looked up at Ginny. "You think...?" Ginny nodded confidently. "Yeah. He'd be impressed. By the way, some Sleekeazy's Hair Potion would do wonders on your hair..."
Was this okay? My first attempt at a POV story. For the New Year!
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