aroundPublic Display of Affection
By Erythros
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They weren’t much for PDA – that is, Public Display of Affection.up是什么意思英文
After all, he was Draco Malfoy and she was Hermione Granger. He was the snotty little prat from Slytherin and she was the bossy little know-it-all from Gryffindor.
It would just be so wrong to e them coddling each other right in front of everyone who inhabited the castle of Hogwarts.
They were both intelligent, pragmatic, logical people who did not find much importance in flirting endlessly with each other or cooing so many sappy words of undying love. Whoever heard of Hermione Granger talking love-dovey nonn to her best friend’s enemy for many years anyway? And whoever heard of Draco Malfoy calling his Mudblood ‘tart’ or
‘love’?
For this reason did no one actually believe that the Slytherin and Gryffindor indeed were together as a couple.
They did not believe that they weren’t a couple becau…
Well, they weren’t acting like a proper one at all.
No one ever saw them holding hands in the hallway. No one ever witnesd them spending a lazy Saturday afternoon by the lake, holding each other beneath the cool shade of a willow tree. No one ever saw them speak any longer than ten minutes with each other, for crying out loud. They hadn’t even progresd in calling each other by their first names. It was always Granger or Malfoy. Never Hermione. Never Draco.
Sure, there were subtle signs of changes between them. Draco surely stopped taunting her with insults after sixth year (of cour that didn’t mean that he stopped offending her two friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley); Hermione casually greeted him with a polite, indifferent ‘good morning/afternoon/evening’ every time she met him by the hallways; anyone who was prent in any of their class together could be held witness that Draco and Hermione usually sat beside each other or, at the least, a chair or two away from each other; and any time they’d talk,
they’d talk civilly –which was rather strange and all the more shocking for a Gryffindor and a Slytherin.
Once even, Draco Malfoy had actually walked up to the Gryffindor table, approached the very girl whom he claimed to despi for the past six years, and coolly asked her if he could borrow her Ancient Runes notes. Everyone who had been there were all apparently stunned, especially Harry and Ron, who stupidly gaped at their nemesis with their mouths hanging open; all turned to look expectantly at Hermione, curious as to what her reaction would be.
And her reaction was as shocking as Draco’s ap proaching the enemy table.
She simply nodded, took out the notes he’d asked for from her bag, and handed it to him unperturbedly. Draco lifted his lips upwards in what emed like a smile, thanked her and went away. Hermione then resumed to eat her dinner. Both emed to be ignorant and unfazed by what had just happened.
Well, that would have accounted for them being a couple, now would it?
But no; that couldn’t possibly be. That was clearly not enough evidence to prove that Hermione Gran
ger and Draco Malfoy were in love with each other! After all, the two were the venth year Heads; it was natural that they’d share notes, eing as they were usually paired up in class anyway.
All of Hogwarts demanded more proof than that. Much more.
They needed something like a look, a smile, a hug, a kiss –at least even some words like honeybunch or sweetheart.时代周刊下载
xanaduIn other words, Hogwarts needed PDA.
Public. Display. Of. Affection.
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Lunchtime.
Draco watched her enter the Great Hall.
He inwardly cringed in annoyance. Or maybe it was in envy.
Hermione, as always, was with her boys –the two bloody gits she called best friends. And to add to h
is aggravation, Potty and Weal had thrown
their arms around her, and she, as innocent as she was, didn’t mind at all.
But Draco minded it, very much so, thank you very much.内双怎么画眼线
awitHow many times had he had to witness the three of them either hugging or tickling each other? How many times did he have to e either Potter or Weasley hold her hand or whisper in her ear? Many, many times indeed; what was wor, she always welcomed them with open arms. She’d laugh with them, chat animatedly with them, slap them playfully on the chest, ruffle their hair, and –bloody Merlin –she’d kiss them each in turn on the cheek.
Now that was enough for Draco to hate tho two bloody idiots all the more. Now, he knew they were bloody best friends –after all, they’d all been attached to each other’s hips since they were eleven –but come on. That was not bloody right.
The blesd Trio was now ated at the Gryffindor table, and Draco had lost all his appetite by now; all he could do was to glare at them and despi them (except that one certain bushy haired girl, of cour) from this great a distance.
He was going to have to e her after lunch today.
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History of Magic.
Hermione heard Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil talking about it.
According to them, Draco Malfoy had gone with some random girl up at the Astronomy Tower a few days ago; he was, in Parvati’s words, definitely fooling around with her. When a reliable source saw him coming down from the Tower, he looked… disheveled. His tie looned, his hair tousled, his face flushed. The girl he had gone up with was nowhere to be en.
Hermione asked them what time this was suppod to have happened.
Just after lunch, they replied, and Hermione said nothing in reply.
She smiled cretly.
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…Becau she knew what Draco was doing right after lunch that day.
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Arithmancy.
He sat two ats away from her today. He had come later than usual and it was just his rotten luck that Justin Finch-Fletchley and Ernie MacMillan were ated right beside her.
She didn’t em to mind. As usual.
It emed that in every Hou, she had male friends. Hell, she didn’t have much female friends –was there something about her that drew boys to her?
For the whole duration of the lesson, Justin Finch-Fletchley had been throwing rather suggestive glances towards her direction. Draco didn’t like it at all –not one bit. Didn’t anyone know that she was already taken?
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Ancient Runes.
In this class, he was fortunate enough to snag a at right beside her. He didn’t talk to her of cour. He just liked to sit near her, and it wasn’t as if she minded.
Unfortunately enough, Terry Boot took the at on her other side. Draco glared at him, but he didn’t em to have taken notice. Instead, the Ravenclaw initiated a conversation about the latest text on the recent discoveries of a new t of Runes. Hermione participated rather eagerly; apparently, according to what Draco overheard, she had been wanting to talk about it with someone el ever since she finished reading the text.
Draco rolled his eyes. If she had wanted to talk about it with someone, she could have just gone to him. Draco had read it too, of cour!
But then again, they didn’t do that.
Damn it. One day, he was going to come out in the open and finally talk to her about everything.
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The Library. Free period.
He sat right across her, his work apparently abandoned out of lack of concentration. His attention, instead, was on her, as it always was.
She was sucking the feather end of her quill, obviously deep in thought about her Charms essay. Her brows were furrowed together in focus, her bushy curls up in a loo bun held together by her wand, loo tendrils of curls framing her face. Her cheeks were of a warm color and her eyes a lovely shade of dark brown.
She looked delectable now as she sat before him. Draco wanted nothing more than to give her a kiss right then and there.persuade
“Malfoy,” she started. She caught hi m by surpri and he nearly fell of his chair. “Stop staring at me.”
He smirked.
She smirked as well. “There’s a rumor going on that you had a recent trip to the Astronomy Tower.”
“Really now?”
“Who was it this time?”
“Why, Granger, I believe you’d know,” he replied coolly, “And besides, I only go up there with one girl.”
chargebackShe raid an eyebrow and her smirk grew wider. “Lucky her.”
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Slytherin dungeons.
dflPansy and Millicent were talking about it.
And it was just Draco’s luck that he heard them.
A certain Michael Corner was flirting with Hermione just outside the Charms classroom a while ago. According to Millicent, the Ravenclaw fancied the Mudblood since sixth year and it was only now that he finally had courage enough to show her just how much he liked her; he had offered to walk her down to the Great Hall, which she (as usual, blindly) agreed to.
According to Pansy, she’d en him keeping an arm around Hermione’s shoulders along the way, and it was quite obvious that she didn’t feel any comfortable about it. By the time they’d reach the huge doors to the Great Hall, Michael asked her out.
