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Mari of the Ocean · 04-02-2008, 04:26 AM

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I can't believe it!!!
They kissed!! Finally ^^Weeee^^
It's awesome!!
please post as soon as possible

hpbookworm · 04-02-2008, 08:19 PM

hehehehehe... how mad will you all get if i tell you that that was my idea of a april fools joke?

okay, okay, kinda mean, i guess... but hey! i'll update with the new chappie soon! how soon? well... how many more reviews am i gonna get???

sorry if you're disappointed they didn't kiss for real... do i get out of trouble if i promise a maybe later?

and how many of you actually believed that? just cuz im curious?

anyone have a funny april fools day?

~lizzie

Mrs_ronald_weasley · 04-02-2008, 08:19 PM

k so you're now sitting next to me... typing you response and I'll have to say is... k kinda partially my fault... kinda told her be mean (cuz she wont write stuff like that otherwise...

) yup... but THEY BETTER KISS or else I"LL HAVE YOUR HIDE... cuz remember I KNOW WHERE YOU SLEEP!
muhahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!! ha!

~*Sarah

hpbookworm · 04-02-2008, 08:25 PM

yep, all her fault.

but seriously, this IS a dramione people. hinthint --- there WILL be kissage.

~lizzie

TriwizardChamp12 · 04-02-2008, 08:58 PM

ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.........wow
im just gonna turn around
at walk away
and try to froget what i just saw in my mind

hpbookworm · 04-03-2008, 12:42 AM

oh, do tell! lol, i actually based part of my joke on a scene from BtVS if anyone's ever seen that... hehehe. anyways, i think i'll post the next chappie tomorrow, during lunch my time.

Mari of the Ocean · 04-03-2008, 11:25 PM

wait a minute... so they didn't kiss!!!!! *tear* that was just mean!! hahahaha I really thought they had... I hate aprils fool!! hahahaha

hpbookworm · 04-08-2008, 03:17 AM

aw, i'm sorry! i'll update just for you!

so here's more! its real this time!

though it is kinda on the short side, i just dont know where to end these chappies!

if you please, drop me a note to tell me if you like! it motivates the yucky typing i have to do to post more!

~lizzie

“So do you come out here often?” I asked again, hoping she’d forget my little slip up.

The bookworm rolled her eyes at my ignorance of her questions and obvious attempts to distract her. “I see. You don’t want to tell me. Fine. Be that way. I’ll find out, eventually.” She smirked, her eyes sparkling.

Then, almost as if someone had hit her with a memory charm, her eyes misted over and she calmly answered my question.

“No, not really. Just to… think. Get away.”

“Guess I’m spoiling your plans then?”

She surprised me by smiling at me again. Obviously the cold had gotten to her.

“Well, I couldn’t very well throw you off my rock into the blizzard in good conscience now, could I?”

I laughed again. “I’m sure you’d have no problems with that.”

She faked a gasp of shock.

“Don’t look at me that way Granger, you know it’s true,” I teased. Merlin’s ghost! The cold was getting to both of us.
A mischievous glint glazed over her eyes and I grew worried about what the Gryffindor was thinking.

“Fine, you win.”

She stood up. I felt confused. Was she leaving? Was sh–

“Stand up,” she commanded. My eyebrows rose slightly.

Then I smirked.

“Make me.”

She rolled her eyes again and grinned. Merlin’s spectacles, I loved that grin. It was amazing how it li– wait, no tangents! No thinking such things about Granger…

“C’mon…” she whined, which suddenly sounded very compelling, “You’re the one who wanted me to throw you into the blizzard.”

Oh! So that’s what she was doing. I pretended to pout.

“But now I don’t wanna go.”

Strange how true it was.

Only for the chapstick, right?

“Merlin, are you difficult. Changing your mind every second…”she continued talking as she plopped down on the rock again, except this time we were closer – not that it bothered me. I didn’t think it bothered her either. And for some strange reason, that comforted me.

“…boys. Ron and Harry are the same way.” I frowned. “Hey now, Granger, Let’s not go comparing me to those two! Our names don’t even belong in the same sentence!”

She laughed. Merlin I loved that sound.

No – no I didn’t.

Then she turned to look at me before responding. “You guys – Oh!” I heard the surprise in her tone followed by the laughter she had not even bothered to try and stifle.

She was laughing at me. Why?

“What?!” I demanded.

She giggled. “Geez, Malfoy,” giggle, “wh-what,” giggle, “what ever hap-,” giggle, “happened to,” giggle.

She was giggling too much. What was she talking about?

“Your mouth?”

Oh.

That.

I had forgotten that my lips were so chapped they were cracked and rough and ugly. For some reason I felt my face color.

“They’re chapped,” I mumbled.

“Well, yeah! I gathered that much by looking at them!” the bookworm exclaimed. At least she had stopped her insane giggling.

“Well, I woke up with them like that and haven’t been able to find any chapstick anywhere!” I defended, realizing only afterwards how uncharacteristic it was for me to get this embarrassed around a Gryffindor.

“Oh… so that’s why you follow me outside! You wanted muggle chapstick!”

Oh, Merlin.

She wasn’t supposed to figure that out.

TriwizardChamp12 · 04-08-2008, 07:41 PM

man
i liked the other ending better
PAMS!!!!!

Mrs_ronald_weasley · 04-08-2008, 07:48 PM

..........

ooooooooooh.... something crazy's gonna happen.... O.o

hpbookworm · 04-08-2008, 07:48 PM

lol, don't worry, more be coming soon!

Mari of the Ocean · 04-12-2008, 05:36 AM

hahahahaha I love it!!!!!!!
it's way better than just them kissing!!!

Mrs_ronald_weasley · 04-12-2008, 05:48 AM

GOOD there better be more coming soon!!! or else i'll poketh you to death!!!

muhahahahaha

voldemort&88 · 04-13-2008, 12:40 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Mari of the Ocean

it's way better than just them kissing!!!

i agree
love voldyXOXOXO

hpbookworm · 04-13-2008, 04:11 AM

i'm glad you guys liked it, hopefully i'll get more posted on monday. sound good?

~lizzie

Mrs_ronald_weasley · 04-13-2008, 11:20 PM

meh... i guess.. i'm not happy bout that but i'll live... cuz i still haven't started working on my next chappie

voldemort&88 · 04-14-2008, 12:46 AM

great thanks

love voldyXOXOXOXOXOX

hpbookworm · 04-14-2008, 07:38 PM

here's the next update, as promised!!! hope you like! my, my this story is wrapping up rather quickly. anyways, tell me what you think!

~lizzie

The girl was just too darn smart for her own good. It was going to get her into trouble one day.

Like today.

“Merlin, Granger, why do you have to be so bloody brilliant?” I sighed in my distress, mostly addressing the question to myself. I didn’t even fully realize what I was saying in that statement until she had another episode of face expressions. Disbelief, surprise, delight, and smugness quickly flashed through her eyes. She bit her bottom lip teasingly.

“Draco Malfoy, was there a compliment woven into that statement?” she asked smoothly, eyes sparkling. I loved hearing her voice say my name so calmly. No, I didn’t… that was just the cold kicking in… bloody winter.

“Of course not. That was my wittiest insult yet,” I heard myself tease back.

What was I doing? No. Treating. Granger. Like. That.

Her eyes shined with laughter. “Oh really?” she rose her hand to her mouth and pretended to bite on her fingernail in thought. “If that’s the case, I really need to reread the definition of insult.”

A smirk slid on my face as I propped my elbow up on my knee and rested my head in my hand. “Ohhh. So perfect Granger isn’t as perfect as everyone thinks she is.”

Her eyes did that strange thing again – that super-fast run of emotions that reflect from those pools of earth as if they were clear as the water in the Great Lake. Then she smirked. Somehow, she looked even more enticing with that teasing smirk on her fac- No. No she didn- oh, who am I kidding? My inner voice that kept telling me I am not supposed to be doing this was getting annoying.

“Perfect, am I?” she asked, the thrill of being called perfect emitting from her eyes.

I leaned backwards on my hands again. “Not as perfect as me of course.”

I chuckled as she rolled her eyes, which, to my surprise ( and slight pleasure ), were not filled with anger or even annoyance. Merlin, the Gryffindor had a sense of humor this morning. Now why couldn’t’ she be like this all the time?

Then her eyes flashed again. I had seen those types of flashes in people’s eyes often – it was the rush of a mischievous idea through the mind.

She stood up, brushing her robes off as she did so. I rose one eyebrow slightly, shooting her a quizzical look. Though if she noticed, she didn’t show it.

“So, I guess the perfect Malfoy won’t be needing the not-as-perfect
Granger’s chapstick then, will he?” she shot me a look that clearly said ‘Ha ha, look whose got the upper hand now.’

I stared at her. “You have some?” I demanded, knowing the answer already.

Slowly, agonizingly slowly just to annoy him, she reached into a pocket and pulled out a small, blue tube.

“Of course,” she responded, smirk still firmly in place. Immediately he jumped up and grabbed for it. Amazingly, she was quicker and retracted her arm behind her back. She started clicking her tongue disapprovingly but the look of amusement was still shining for her eyes.

“Don’t be so grabby,” she scolded.

“Oh, c’mon Granger!” I whined. I tried in vain to stretch behind her back to
snatch the tiny, blue tube in her grasp.

“I don’t think so!” her voice rang.

I pouted and crossed my arms. “Why not?”

“Because…” the Gryffindor started, looking pleased with herself, “you haven’t said please.”

Then it was my turn to roll my eyes in protest. Though the temptation to give in grew intense as she brought the chapstick out from behind her back.

“I’m waiting,” she teased, uncapping the tube and gently spreading a generous amount of the soothing substance on her already moist lips. As she replaced the cap and rubbed together her lips achingly slow, I coveted the in her hand even more.

Thinking I would be quicker than her this time, I again reached out in another attempt to get my hands on that chapstick.

But the quick Gryffindor bookworm turned swiftly bringing the chapstick close to her while turning her back to me. Suddenly I found myself falling, the Gryffindor’s mass of brown hair (though it did smell wonderful) annoyingly blocking my sight. The Gryffindor yelped and then shivered as the two of us crossed the rock’s barrier into the blizzard’s biting cold. The girl in front of me shrieked and a millisecond later I discovered why as the freezing cold water of the Great Lake enveloped his body. I unwound my arms (somehow they had ended up wrapped around the Gryffindor) and swam through the icy water to reach the surface.

When my head broke through, my vision was clouded by the whirling snow tossing every which way in the wind. I heard a splash nearby.

“Malfoy you GIT!”

Mrs_ronald_weasley · 04-14-2008, 10:31 PM

tehehehehe! lovely... Malfoy is so funny.

and you updated!!! YAY!

<3 always!!!! SARAH!!!!

TriwizardChamp12 · 04-15-2008, 07:49 PM

DRACO
that was not a nice thing to do
bad
*smack

hpbookworm · 04-23-2008, 12:58 AM

okay, because im in a good mood... and i like this particular chappie... im updating again even though i only got two people comment on the last chappie... so, more reviews equals faster updates... and i promise you'll like this chappie!!!! tell me what you think!!!!

loves to you all!

~lizzie

“Malfoy you GIT!” the angry voice of the Gryffindor barely cut through the noise and flurry of the blizzard. My arms and legs seemed to stop working as my entire body grew numb. The hints of splashes to my right led me to slowly follow Granger to the shore. Each stroke seemed to send another shiver of pain through my body. After swimming to the rock ( which had only been 3 meters away to begin with ), I hoisted myself up into the still air of protection it provided. Shivering from the freezing water that still drenched my body thought, so I desperately pried off the heavy cloak, envious of Granger, who had taken hers off before hand. Brushing aside the dripping hair that was plastered in front of my face, I looked over at her and couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. She was quite a sight, her normally wild hair so saturated with water that it lay semi-straight down her back, drops falling onto the clothing she was endeavoring to dry. If she had been any other Hogwarts girl her face would’ve been covered with running lines of make-up, but the only substance masking her face was a thin layer of clear water that clung to her dark eyelashes and slowly dripped from her cheeks, the robes for once clung to her body, still as wet as ever despite her charms.

“You git!” She proclaimed again. “What’d you go pushing me in the lake for?” the anger in her tone emitted through her eyes, and I was sure any other person would squirm under her fiery gaze.

Not me though. I simply rolled he eyes. “I guess I spoke too soon, heh?” I muttered partly to myself. But Granger, with her excellent hearing, heard me anyways.

“What’s that supposed to mean Malfoy?” she spat, confusion half hidden beneath her persistent anger with her current state.

“Really Granger! If I had hatched an evil plan to purposely push you into the freezing cold lake water and laugh at you when you climbed out shivering and soaked to the core what, exactly, would I be doing standing here in my drenched dripping robber? Hm, oh Brilliant One?”

She simply stared at me. Then her eyes seemed to actually look at me. As they traveled up from the puddle of water at my feet to water drips forming at the ends of the platinum hair that fell back into my face, I saw a smirk grow on her face. When her gaze dropped back to my own eyes, she started laughing. To my own surprise, I found my own face breaking out into a broad grin. That is, until I felt my lip protest. My hand shot up to my mouth, and gently pressed the fingertips to the cracked skin.

Granger stopped laughing to look back at me, and she started apologizing when she noticed how I was fingering my sore lips. I know this is what she was doing, because her face did that flash through expressions again, thoughtful, surprised, amused…

“What?” I scowled at her she was laughing at me again. Her giggles slowed and her gazed lowered to her shuffling feet as she bit her lower lip, that childish-I’m-in-trouble-but-it-sure-was-funny-look shining in her eyes. Another giggle escaped her open mouth before the words fell out “I think I dropped my chapstick in the lake!” she exclaimed.

My eyes widened. My numb hands fumbled through my robes in search of my wand. When I finally felt its chilled wood in my hand I crossed my eyes with desperation and muttered, “Accio Granger’s chapstick!”

My eyes remained closed as I waited, but nothing came. Slowly, my eyelids reluctantly flicked open, only to see nothing but the bloody blizzard and a drenched Gryffindor girl who was smirking her chapstick-soothed lips at a soaked Slytherin boy because she had dropped the chapstick he had wanted. Anger automatically started to pulse through my veins. That is, until I realized what I had just thought – chapstick-soothed lips…

My eyes focused on those lips as my ears only partially took in the words they were forming. “You know, I was actually considering letting you use som– ”

“Granger,” my voice demanded. Those lips frowned at the interruption, but I continued. “is that chapstick of yours waterproof?

While her eyes scrunched up in sight confusion, I would not let the alarms going off like crazy in my mind convince me to stop. Because if I stopped, my mind would delve deeper and all these thoughts would bombard the small part of me that was controlling my actions. As it was, a third section of my mind – the one that had always been throwing those sodding pictures if Granger in my dreams – was so bloody happy, I swear it had started a party in my head,

“Of course,” the naïve Gryffindor responded slowly, “But, Malfoy, its obviously stuck under the water. There’s no way of getting it ba– Malfoy?”

It might have been the smirk that claimed my face, or maybe the flash of a mischievous glint that I’m sure passed through my eyes or maybe the fact that I had stepped towards her, fractioning the space between us.

“What the heck are you doing Malfoy?” she asked, though I noticed her voice didn’t contain its usual fiery tone. The world around me disintegrated into a fuzzy haze as I took another step closer, gaze burning brightly into those puddles of mud that now seemed to be made of something much different than mud, something way more beautiful, enticing, enchanting.

My right arm reached toward her face, the soaking wet sleeve of my robe clinging to my skin all the way down past my wrist. We watched as a single droplet of water fell from my fingertips to her cheek, yet she didn’t flinch. Even as I spoke, she seemed more curious than afraid.

“Something I don’t do often,” I whispered softly.

“Touching a Muggleborn?” she asked, just as soft, eyes climbing from my outstretched hand to my eyes, searching mine as I searched hers. I’m sure we found the same things: uncertainty of what was really happening, nervous anticipation of what was going to happen, and that feeling that this felt so foreign, so different, in so many ways against the way of the world, yet so naturally right.

The name of that last feeling remained on the edge of my fingertips as they finally came in contact with the smooth skin of her cheek, still covered in a layer of water. But again, the girl was wrong; what I was going to do wasn’t merely touch her.

“Giving in to a Muggleborn,” I corrected gently. She seemed confused as my reference to our previous conversation, but I continued, “Please?”

The word didn’t taste bitter in my mouth, as if someone had forced some horrible, vile substance down my throat, as it usually had whenever I had lowered myself to sincerely utter that word towards anyone other than family. It must have sounded foreign coming from my tongue without a sarcastic bite, either that, or the know-it-all still hadn’t made the connection and figured out what I was talking about. Ah, yes. Of course it was the latter; confusion still hovered in her eyes. It was amusing to watch the confusion explode into understanding, only to melt into confusion again. What was she so confused about now? For being so brilliant, she sure wasn’t acting like it. The sodding winter cold must be infiltrating her brain.

“But… Malfoy… I don’t have any – ”

Merlin, that girl’s brain really was frozen, though it was amusing - knowing I had warned her, and that she had not recoiled from my touch, and that she hadn’t actually said no. A kind of half-smirk, half-smile took to my face as my left arm shot out and wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to me so that, when my right hand cupped her chin and guided it up, I could still see her eyes as her brain finally broke out from its shell of constricting ice and started turning in full speed. But in the millisecond it took her to realize what I was going to do, my head had already lowered and my sore, chapped lips had just came in contact with her water-proof-chapstick-covered ones.