hermione. ten.
Who: Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy
Where: Their cottage in Espoir
Style: Up to you, Momo. ^_^
Status: Closed.
[She paced around her room, debating the pros and cons of the situation she had somehow gotten herself into. On the one hand, Malfoy hadn't done anything cruel to her in quite some time, and there was no harm in spending an evening with him. On the other hand, the situation was completely wrong; it was supposed to be Ron here with her, Ron asking her to dinner... not Malfoy.
[Then there were the "what ifs". What if she never left this place? What if Ron appeared here and got the wrong idea? What if she went downstairs and actually had a good time with Malfoy of all people? And what if that happened... and she disappeared? Where did that leave her?]
This is ridiculous. I'm just going to go down there and have dinner with him. It's nothing we haven't done before.
[Which was true. On a good handful of occasions since Malfoy had moved in with her, he had a bad habit of walking into the kitchen whenever she was making dinner. At first she had been annoyed, but then it became amusing watching him scramble for an excuse to be in the kitchen. So it wasn't the dinner that daunted her. No, it was... well, whatever was going on between them.
Did she like him? She didn't find his presence half as irritating as she used to, and she supposed if you overlooked his usual arrogance and smug looks, Malfoy wasn't half bad. On the other hand, she couldn't make sense of her feelings, and maybe she really didn't want to, for fear of what she might find.
But fear would only hold her back, and she had always braved her fears before. Glancing one more time in the mirror, she took a step towards the door, opened it, and walked slowly downstairs into the common room.]
Where: Their cottage in Espoir
Style: Up to you, Momo. ^_^
Status: Closed.
[She paced around her room, debating the pros and cons of the situation she had somehow gotten herself into. On the one hand, Malfoy hadn't done anything cruel to her in quite some time, and there was no harm in spending an evening with him. On the other hand, the situation was completely wrong; it was supposed to be Ron here with her, Ron asking her to dinner... not Malfoy.
[Then there were the "what ifs". What if she never left this place? What if Ron appeared here and got the wrong idea? What if she went downstairs and actually had a good time with Malfoy of all people? And what if that happened... and she disappeared? Where did that leave her?]
This is ridiculous. I'm just going to go down there and have dinner with him. It's nothing we haven't done before.
[Which was true. On a good handful of occasions since Malfoy had moved in with her, he had a bad habit of walking into the kitchen whenever she was making dinner. At first she had been annoyed, but then it became amusing watching him scramble for an excuse to be in the kitchen. So it wasn't the dinner that daunted her. No, it was... well, whatever was going on between them.
Did she like him? She didn't find his presence half as irritating as she used to, and she supposed if you overlooked his usual arrogance and smug looks, Malfoy wasn't half bad. On the other hand, she couldn't make sense of her feelings, and maybe she really didn't want to, for fear of what she might find.
But fear would only hold her back, and she had always braved her fears before. Glancing one more time in the mirror, she took a step towards the door, opened it, and walked slowly downstairs into the common room.]