Denial

by Crazycat
 
 

Chapter 2
 

Hermione paced her back and forth across the room. <Damn Draco for making me do such
a stupid thing. Going to the library with him! I’m just going to make a fool of myself> <A fool
of yourself *again* you mean.> <Don’t remind me...uggh> She glanced at the clock that hung
above her dresser. 6:45. She sighed. She might as well start getting her things together.
<Look, it won’t be that bad. Just go and get it over with, I mean, what’s the worst thing that
can happen? Wait, no, don’t think about that, just go!>
 

* * *

Draco lounged lazily in one of the large library chairs. He had stratigically placed himself in the
back corner, so that no one would be able to see him. He shuttered at the thought of being
caught in the *library*, much less being caught in the library with Hermione. He gave another
involuntary shutter. He yawned loudly, and then ducked under the table as the librarian shot
her death-to-those-who-make-noise glare in his general direction. He looked at the clock, it
read 7:00. <Where is she? She’s late! How dare she make *me*, Draco, wait for her.Hmph!>
He leaned back in his chair, lazily tapping his foot against the table leg. Tonight was gonna be
a whole lotta fun.
 

* * *

Hermione bussled into the library carring her full bookbag at exactly 7:01. She glanced around
the library, looking for any sign of Draco. At first, she saw nothing. <Good, a few more minutes
of peace> But on second inspection, she saw a glimmer of silver-blond hair standing out above
the back of a large corner arm chair. She rolled her eyes and walked towards him. As she
approched, he turn around and gazed at her sullunly. “Your late.” He said simply. Hermione
felt her anger rising. “I am not!”

“Yes you are”

“What? It’s 7:01?!”

“Yes, and what time did we agree to meet ?”

“7:00”

“Exactly, and you just now arrived at 7:01”
“Oh my god Malfoy! A whole minute, how did you survive!? Come off it, I’m not that late.”

“It doesn’t matter how late you are, all that matters is that you *are* late. I was here on time
and you weren’t. You know it’s impolite to make a person wait.”

“Oh please! You, Draco Malfoy, giving *me* lectures on politeness HA!”

“Well, you obviously needed it.”

She rolled her eyes and sat down in the chair across from him. There was no point in persuing
the arguement, he was not gonna back down. <You’re fighting a losing battle with that on ‘Mione>

“Ok ‘cmon Malfoy, we’re wasting time”

“*I’m* not, you are.”

“GODDAMIT MALFOY!! Arn’t you capible of not argue for one second!” Her screams took
him by suprise, but as he recovered a slow smile spread across his face.

“My my my aren’t we worked up?” He laughed. She just glared at him

“OK, now that we’ve finnished that, what are we going to do our potions project on?”

“Dunno,” He said lazily. <She’s really no fun when she’s ticked and serious at the same time>
“you decide.”

“Don’t you care at all?” She could hardly believe he could transform this quickly. One minute
he’s bossy and arguementative, and the next he’s Mr. I-Don’t-Give- A -Shit You-Do-the-
Work. <Well, what did I expect,  it’s MALFOY! He’s just trying to play with my mind>

“Dunno.”

“Well, do you wanna go get some books?”

“No.”

“Do you really expect me to do *all* the work?”

He shrugged. “dunno.”

<URRRRRRGH! He’s driving me crazy!!> <Told ya> <Not that kind of crazy you twit!>
<Twit? Twit? Your the one arguing with yourself.> <SHUT UP! shut up shut up shut up!!>

Draco was staring at her with one eyebrow raised and his mouth in a twisted smile.

“Problems?”

“What?”

“You were scowling at nothing and shaking your head.”

“I ...I..I was just trying to think of a good potion, yeah, yeah that’s it.”

His look grew even more skeptical. “Oook then, whatever you say.”

She groaned inwardly. <This is gonna be a looong project!>
 
 
 

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