#the melodramatic

[allof-time-and-space]

Excerpt from Chapter 4 of ATWFC

“Hogwarts is easy to sneak out of… if you know the right way to do it.” She gave him a scandalized look. “You’d be surprised, really. It’s a piece of cake.” She continued to look at him skeptically. “Really, Hermione. What have you got to lose?” “Oh, I don’t know. My life, limbs, health, confidence, self-esteem, etc…” She could have gone on. “Shut it. Where’s that Gryffindor bravery, hmm? Scared of a little flying. You should have been a hufflepuff.” Draco taunted her. She narrowed her gaze at him. “Don’t provoke me, Malfoy.” “And what if I do?” “I’ll hex you into oblivion.” He raised his hands in surrender. “One flying lesson, we’ll see how it goes.” She considered him for a moment. “Fine. But the moment I want to stop, we stop. Deal?” She offered her hand across the table. He took it. “Deal.”

[allof-time-and-space]

Excerpt from Chapter 3 of ATWFC

“Malfoy,” She looked up at him, her golden brown eyes showing a coldness and bitterness he had never seen. His name sounded like a hiss coming through her teeth. “I am here only to keep up appearances. If I skip one more meal, a professor will probably notice and then feel the need to check on me. I don't care to explain the situation to them, so here I am. Now Go. Away.” Venom coated Hermione’s voice as she spoke through gritted teeth. Had he been smart, he would have run away. Quickly.  Instead, Draco sat down across from the seething witch and nonchalantly grabbed a roll from a bowl of them on the table and plopped it on the empty plate in front of him. “Hermione-“ “Don’t call me that.” “Darling-“ “Shut it, Malfoy.” “Call me Draco.” “No.” She glared at him. “Call me Draco and I won’t call you every sappy pet name in the book, my little lioness.” “Fine.” She snarled. He raised an eyebrow and gave her a smug look. She gave an exasperated sigh and looked at him menacingly, “Fine, Draco.”