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 Books » Harry Potter Rated: T, English, Romance, Draco M., Hermione G., Words: 61k+, Favs: 4k+, Follows: 920, Published: Jun 18, 2005 Updated: Jan 5, 2006
 2,542 Chapter 15: Boys Will Be Boys
Disclaimer: I think this is the last one of these I'll be doing. Who really reads them, anyway? Suffice it to say, that I do not, nor have I ever, nor will I ever own Harry Potter or any of the characters, situations, places, etc. that belong in that magical world created by the oh-so-great-and-wonderful J.K. Rowling.
YAY FOR 300 REVIEWS! I've gotta say, when I started this fic, I was shooting to have more than 50. By the end. You guys have exceeded my expectations in so many ways, not the least of which being how much I look forward to reading your funny, insightful, and oh-so-helpful comments. I can't say thank you enough. I love you guys!
A/N: So, I got a rather mixed response to the last chapter. People liked it, people didn't, people thought it was going to fast, people thought it was just right. I've decided that I really like that chapter. I think it was rather lovely, myself, containing some of my prettiest writing, so I'm not going to worry about it.
As for this chapter, you will notice that it's slightly longer than most of mine usually are. That's because it just up and ran away with me! It practically wrote itself, like that memory way back when about the dead Muggle-born witch. I think it's cute, funny, and furthers my on-going quest to remain true to the characters and to the reality of the books. I honestly think it's one of the better chapters, and I'm proud of it. Pay extra attention, if you will, to Hermione's last line. I cracked up when I wrote it. Enjoy, my children! Onto the chapter!
Chapter 14: Boys Will Be Boys
The hours passed quickly and, unfortunately, fruitlessly. Hermione imagined that lunch had come and gone hours before, but she was far too engrossed in the journals to yield to such petty urges as hunger. Surprisingly, despite a few grouchy tirades in which the comfort level of his chair and the sanity of Delilah James were both called into serious question, Malfoy had proved to be as tireless in the search as Hermione herself. The afternoon had been - dare she say it - almost pleasant, being spent in the company of the writings of a genius and someone who almost seemed to appreciate them as much as she did.
She should have known, she realized later, that their reluctant, unvoiced truce and the relative peace that had followed it were too good to be last. She also should have known that it would be Ronald Weasley who would bring it to a resounding and unpleasant halt.
She had not heard the approaching footsteps, but Malfoy had. His sudden awareness that they were not alone caused her to glance up at him. Simultaneously, she saw his eyes harden and grow dark, felt annoyance and intense dislike flash through him like floodwater, and heard Harry and Ron's not-so-quiet whispers growing progressively nearer. She pinched the bridge of her nose between two fingers and sighed deeply. Oh, this was going to be so very, very not pretty.
Harry and Ron rounded the corner of the shelves not more than five seconds later, and immediately stopped in their tracks. Hermione's gaze flitted nervously between green, blue, and silver eyes, all narrowed and hostile.
"Malfoy," Ron said through clenched teeth. It was remarkable how much the name sounded like an insult. Hermione sent an apprehensive look at Malfoy, whose face had twisted itself into a smug and arrogant sneer that wasn't half as alarming as the enmity that she could feel bubbling beneath its surface.
"Well, if it isn't Potty and the Weasel," he replied in his trademark drawl, which Hermione was surprised to realize had been absent from their conversation all day. "You do realize you're in the library, don't you? Are you lost, or were the two of you looking for a little . . ." his smirk turned suggestive, " . . . privacy?"
