Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Too Smart For Him ❯ Talking ( Chapter 2 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: headfullofpotter 
They are talking in the library and Hermione's feelings for Draco are confirmed.
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 10.29.2012 | Updated On: 10.29.2012 | Pages: 1 | Words: 458 | Visits: 533 | Status: Completed
They are talking in the library and Hermione's feelings for Draco are confirmed.
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 10.29.2012 | Updated On: 10.29.2012 | Pages: 1 | Words: 458 | Visits: 533 | Status: Completed
“Hello, Granger…” whispered that beautifully hypnotic voice, “still in the library I see?” he sneered.
My heart skipped a beat and adrenaline rushed through my body like a tidal wave, “finishing my history of magic essay, actually” I replied, making sure I had an air of authority to my voice, I didn’t want him thinking I would melt at the sound of him or something equally as ridiculous. My cheeks had thankfully burned to a slightly less prominent shade of crimson as I defiantly looked him in the eye. He stared back as if he were a wolf watching its prey, waiting for the best moment to strike. He licked his lips, quickly, like a snake that tasted the air, looking for a sign of possible threat.
He looked me up and down the continued to drawl, “I’ve already done mine, I paid a first year to do it for me… well, not exactly paid more like… negotiated.” He smirked and even though he was the most loathsome, arrogant, foul person I have ever met, I couldn’t help but love him; I couldn’t help but love the way his grey eyes sparkled like a jewel or the way his body flexed during all the Quidditch practises I had spied on… At first it was for Harry’s benefit, to try and find out tactics of the Slytherin team. I don’t think anyone could have counted on the way I feel about him now…
“You’re disgusting, Malfoy.” I spat with as must venom as I could muster. I am sure I saw a flicker of emotion on his perfectly sculpted face, maybe a slight flinch? Almost as if he had been struck by a hand across his cheek but within the second, his emotions were illegible and his face was stone once more. He scowled as he pushed his chair backwards with a loud scraping noise and a prominent Shh could be heard from the region of Madam Pince’s desk.
“I’ll see you later,” he whispered menacingly to me, probably for heightened impact he added just before the librarian was within earshot, “Mudblood.” He turned and strode out of the library in his usual manner and obvious arrogance. For some reason those words didn’t sting as much as they used to, they were only words after all? Or maybe it was the hesitancy to say them that made me think differently this time… whatever the reason, There was no way I could concentrate on the essay anymore and having read and reread the same sentence multiple times, I packed up my remaining books and hurried off to my room with Draco still filling my head.
My heart skipped a beat and adrenaline rushed through my body like a tidal wave, “finishing my history of magic essay, actually” I replied, making sure I had an air of authority to my voice, I didn’t want him thinking I would melt at the sound of him or something equally as ridiculous. My cheeks had thankfully burned to a slightly less prominent shade of crimson as I defiantly looked him in the eye. He stared back as if he were a wolf watching its prey, waiting for the best moment to strike. He licked his lips, quickly, like a snake that tasted the air, looking for a sign of possible threat.
He looked me up and down the continued to drawl, “I’ve already done mine, I paid a first year to do it for me… well, not exactly paid more like… negotiated.” He smirked and even though he was the most loathsome, arrogant, foul person I have ever met, I couldn’t help but love him; I couldn’t help but love the way his grey eyes sparkled like a jewel or the way his body flexed during all the Quidditch practises I had spied on… At first it was for Harry’s benefit, to try and find out tactics of the Slytherin team. I don’t think anyone could have counted on the way I feel about him now…
“You’re disgusting, Malfoy.” I spat with as must venom as I could muster. I am sure I saw a flicker of emotion on his perfectly sculpted face, maybe a slight flinch? Almost as if he had been struck by a hand across his cheek but within the second, his emotions were illegible and his face was stone once more. He scowled as he pushed his chair backwards with a loud scraping noise and a prominent Shh could be heard from the region of Madam Pince’s desk.
“I’ll see you later,” he whispered menacingly to me, probably for heightened impact he added just before the librarian was within earshot, “Mudblood.” He turned and strode out of the library in his usual manner and obvious arrogance. For some reason those words didn’t sting as much as they used to, they were only words after all? Or maybe it was the hesitancy to say them that made me think differently this time… whatever the reason, There was no way I could concentrate on the essay anymore and having read and reread the same sentence multiple times, I packed up my remaining books and hurried off to my room with Draco still filling my head.