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Paintbrush · 07-26-2009, 07:15 PM

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Chapter 4

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake!” Hermione leaned her forehead against the bookshelf in front of her after another futile attempt at retrieving a certain tome she needed. It was, of course, on the very top shelf, the one she couldn’t reach no matter how much she tried.

“Here,” she suddenly heard a low voice right by her ear, the person’s breath tickling her neck as a well-toned body leaned momentarily flush up against hers.

Draco stood back, the book in his hand as he extended it to her with a smirk softly playing on his features, growing wider as he noticed her flushed face when she turned around to face him.

“Th…thank you,” she stammered, taking the book from him and looking at him as if she’d never seen him before.

That was exactly what Hermione felt like, too. Because when would the old, cruel, selfish and arrogant Malfoy actually help her, for no reason at all? Although she had suspected that the boy had changed recently (even if grudgingly, she had already admitted to herself that she’d been observing him. Discreetly), she had never really considered it to be a major change. And yet it seemed to be exactly that.

“You’re welcome, although next time you might want to use your wand,” he nodded. “Though I suppose the lack of a magical upbringing has something to do with your inability to think clearly…”

Even though Hermione saw nothing positive in that comment, they way his grey eyes looked silver in the light, and the lack of any malice in his voice made it sound almost like a compliment to her.

“Yeah, well, better that than having a magical upbringing and a clouded mind to top it off,” she replied, almost smiling.

“I was just stretching my arm, you know, to see if the joints work as they should,” Draco defended himself, noticing his faux-pas a moment too late.

If she were to be honest with herself, though, Hermione really didn’t mind feeling the slight pressure of his body against hers. Or having a civil conversation with him, for once. She looked down at her book before meeting his eyes again.

“And how is the injury healing, then?” she asked, surprised herself at the playful tone in her voice.

“Fine, though I really hope Potter watches out the next time we play, I’m not letting him get away with…”

Hermione interrupted him, the smile suddenly gone, replaced with a frown which shadowed angry and defensive eyes.

“Hey, it wasn’t Harry’s fault the Bludger hit you!”

“Perhaps, but he didn’t have to go and curse me! At least then I might not have had a dislocated bone, which hurt like hell!”

“You drew your wand first,” she pointed out.

“I… never mind,” his eyes narrowed as well, not in anger, though, but in thought. “I have to go, I have work to do that’s more important than fighting.”

He stood still, looking at her for a moment longer before disappearing behind the bookcase. She stared at the book he’d given her, amazed that he had acted so kindly towards her. Not to mention his ending their short spat first... now, that was something she didn’t ever see Draco Malfoy doing. She was certain that he had left only because he genuinely wanted to avoid arguing with her, he saw the sincerity in his eyes. And on that note, she wondered what would have happened if she had never begun the topic of his injury in the first place.

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Paintbrush SS 100 Triumphant DIMC Puffskein Join Date: Jun 2008 Location: Over the Rainbow. Posts: 1,825 Hogwarts RPG Name: Harvey Jarvis Second Year	Horses Forever! l l Writer for Life l Yearbook alumnus Thank you thank you thank you for commenting! I'm really glad you're enjoying this --------- Chapter 4 “Oh, for Merlin’s sake!” Hermione leaned her forehead against the bookshelf in front of her after another futile attempt at retrieving a certain tome she needed. It was, of course, on the very top shelf, the one she couldn’t reach no matter how much she tried. “Here,” she suddenly heard a low voice right by her ear, the person’s breath tickling her neck as a well-toned body leaned momentarily flush up against hers. Draco stood back, the book in his hand as he extended it to her with a smirk softly playing on his features, growing wider as he noticed her flushed face when she turned around to face him. “Th…thank you,” she stammered, taking the book from him and looking at him as if she’d never seen him before. That was exactly what Hermione felt like, too. Because when would the old, cruel, selfish and arrogant Malfoy actually help her, for no reason at all? Although she had suspected that the boy had changed recently (even if grudgingly, she had already admitted to herself that she’d been observing him. Discreetly), she had never really considered it to be a major change. And yet it seemed to be exactly that. “You’re welcome, although next time you might want to use your wand,” he nodded. “Though I suppose the lack of a magical upbringing has something to do with your inability to think clearly…” Even though Hermione saw nothing positive in that comment, they way his grey eyes looked silver in the light, and the lack of any malice in his voice made it sound almost like a compliment to her. “Yeah, well, better that than having a magical upbringing and a clouded mind to top it off,” she replied, almost smiling. “I was just stretching my arm, you know, to see if the joints work as they should,” Draco defended himself, noticing his faux-pas a moment too late. If she were to be honest with herself, though, Hermione really didn’t mind feeling the slight pressure of his body against hers. Or having a civil conversation with him, for once. She looked down at her book before meeting his eyes again. “And how is the injury healing, then?” she asked, surprised herself at the playful tone in her voice. “Fine, though I really hope Potter watches out the next time we play, I’m not letting him get away with…” Hermione interrupted him, the smile suddenly gone, replaced with a frown which shadowed angry and defensive eyes. “Hey, it wasn’t Harry’s fault the Bludger hit you!” “Perhaps, but he didn’t have to go and curse me! At least then I might not have had a dislocated bone, which hurt like hell!” “You drew your wand first,” she pointed out. “I… never mind,” his eyes narrowed as well, not in anger, though, but in thought. “I have to go, I have work to do that’s more important than fighting.” He stood still, looking at her for a moment longer before disappearing behind the bookcase. She stared at the book he’d given her, amazed that he had acted so kindly towards her. Not to mention his ending their short spat first... now, that was something she didn’t ever see Draco Malfoy doing. She was certain that he had left only because he genuinely wanted to avoid arguing with her, he saw the sincerity in his eyes. And on that note, she wondered what would have happened if she had never begun the topic of his injury in the first place. __________________