Love and Hate
Disclaimer: Roses are red, violets are blue, I don't own Harry Potter and neither do you. Bananas are yellow, tomatoes are red, Stop reading this, and read my story instead!
Summery: There is a very fine line between love and hate. Draco Malfoy has been inching closer and closer and has finally crossed that line but can Hermione do the same? DM/HG
Draco Malfoy glanced up at the Gryffindor table. He could make out the heads of Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil gossiping about something they had heard. He could see Seamus and Dean arguing about the Quidditch Cup. He scanned down the rest of the table until his eyes rested upon a young brown- haired woman. The one that was slowly killing him inside.
The blonde-haired boy watched as Hermione Granger talked cheerfully to her two best friends. He watched as she and the-boy-who-lived laughed and Ron's face go crimson. He scowled as he saw Hermione kiss Ron on the cheek and whispered what could only be words of confidence to him. Harry laughed at the two of them and Draco Malfoy wished with his life that he could be Ron, laughing with friends and most of all, having Hermione in his arms and whispering I love you to her over and over again.
The Slytherin Prince had changed over the years, not just physically but mentally and emotionally. He had grown up learning to hate mudbloods. Lucius Malfoy would not settle for anything but the best from his son, and the pressure on Draco was immense. As a little boy, Draco Malfoy had always looked up to his father. He saw him as a man with power, respect and independent. As he grew older, he views about his father changed. Lucius Malfoy was not a man. Draco could see that he was weak. Lucius had no power, he was not independent, he was just a pawn in Voldermort's plans. His father had lost all respect from his son, who used to grow up wanting to follow his footsteps. Now that Lucius was in Azkaban, Draco was free to do as he pleased.
He was also spoiled as a baby. The name Malfoy had always had a certain respect to it. Being born into that name was a thing any child could wish for. His mother showered Draco with toys and games. She always rushed over anytime he began to cry, buying him whatever his heart desired.
This was different. Never in his entire life did he want something and never be able to get it. He watched enviously as Hermione and Ron made their way out of the Great Hall, hand in hand. Looking down on his plate, he decided he wasn't all that hungry anymore and left the Great Hall too.
He exited the Great Hall and turned toward his common room. He had been made Head Boy that year and as a reward, he and the Head Girl were able to have their common room. He had hoped for some quiet as he mumbled the password and went inside, only to find that Ron and Hermione were currently snogging on the couch. Apparently, the Head Girl had heard someone enter the room and pulled away from Ron. Draco muttered an apology, turned around and ran out of the common room.
Throughout his life, Draco Malfoy had never experienced the feeling he got whenever he saw Hermione and Ron together. It was like a rock had been dropped down with immense force on his stomach. He wanted to strangle the red head with all the force he could muster but he knew he couldn't. Draco wanted Hermione to be his and only his. He wanted to be there when she cried, when she laughed, when she was frustrated. He wanted to be there with her and for her, no matter what.
Draco walked outside. He walked past the quidditch pitch where he first fell in love with Hermione, past the forbidden forest where she had entered during 6th year and Draco worried over her and finally sat beneath the tree overlooking the lake. He took a deep breath of January air, pulling his cloak closer to him. The lake was now frozen and he could see couples skating back and forth, holding hands. He saw a pair Ravenclaw first years skating together. He sat there watching them for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, as the sun was setting, the boy kissed the girl on the cheek and they went inside. Draco watched the sun set and when it got too dark, he got up and headed inside.
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The next morning Draco woke up and did his morning routine. He showered, changed and headed down to the common room. As he passed Hermione, he glanced at her and mumbled a barely audible hello. Before she could say anything else, he had left.
He made his way down to the Slytherin table and took his normal seat between Crabbe and Goyle. The two of them hadn't really changed much over the years, they were just as slow and dumb as ever. Sometimes, Draco would wonder why they ever became friends in the first place.
Then he would remember. It was his father who told him to become friends with them. He said that he needed to talk to the "right people" and that was Crabbe and Goyle. He remembered meeting them just a few weeks before his first year started. Back then, he thought that Crabbe and Goyle were friends, people you could talk to. Then, as he got smarter and they didn't, he figured out that he didn't really have anybody. His housemates just feared him.
He pushed his food around on his plate, not very hungry. Pansy was nagging him about the Hogsmede trip on Valentine's Day. He pushed her hand of his shoulder and continued to push the bacon on his plate around.
The clock read 8:50. He got up and left, not saying a word to Pansy, Crabbe or Goyle. When he reached the common room, he went up and got his books. His next class was potions with the Gryffindors and Draco had hoped that he wouldn't have to go but any chance was shot down when Professor Snape appeared for breakfast.
So he made his way down to the dungeons. They were dark, cold and lonely and people only went in there when necessary. Just like Draco. From a young age, Draco had learned to block out his emotions from everyone else. Everyone thought of him as a cruel, selfish boy but he didn't want to be like that anymore.
He sat down in the back of the room like always. He watched as Hermione and Ron came in, holding hands and sitting down next to eachother. A scowl appeared on his face but after a strange look from Pansy, he quickly took it off his face. Then, after about five minutes, Professor Snape walked into the room.
"Quiet down!"
There was no need to say that because as soon as he came in, the room went silient.
"Today we are starting your N.E.W.T. projects. I understand that you had just finished your charms? You will be researching 2 potions of your choice that I must approve of. You will have a partner that I chose for you. Now when I call off your names, please move to the seat near your partner. Misters Potter and Weasley! 10 points from Gryffindor for not paying attention!" He glared in Harry and Ron's direction who were glaring right back at him. Snape muttered some words and waved his wand and a list appeared in front of him. He began to read off names.
"Brown, Parkinson!" Immediately, Lavender and Pansy began a war. Finally, Lavender got up and sat next to Pansy.
"Bulstrode, Patil! Crabbe, Weasley!" Draco smirked as he saw that Ron's face had despair written all over it.
The list continued and Draco only stopped when "Goyle, Potter!" was called. He watched as people stood up and sat down next to their new partners. As the list began to end, Draco still wasn't called yet and to his amusement, neither was Hermione.
"And I think our two heads should be together. Granger, Malfoy!" Draco's jaw nearly hit the floor. Working with Hermione for two months? This was torture.
When neither of them moved, Snape told Hermione to go sit next to Draco. As she sat down, Draco took in her sweet scent. She sat down, turned toward him and opened her mouth. "Malfoy, I am not happy being your partner and I know you wish you were with someone else but if you want to pass this class, which I know you do, then we are going to have to be at least civil toward eachother!"
"Ms. Granger? Distracting a student and interuppting class? Why I think that is 20 points from Gryffindor," Hermione looked as if something inside her had snapped. She began to stand up only to be pulled down by Draco again. When she sat down and regained some of her calm, she looked at him curiously. She mumbled a small thank you and turned her attention back to Proffesor Snape who was explaining the project.
Draco looked up at Hermione again and muttered something barely audible.
"20 points to Gryffindor for being you."
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~Author's Notes~
So what do you think? This is my second attempt after a first disastorous Draco/Hermione story. I think this one is much better. So why are you still reading this? You should be clicking that review button down there! Leave me a nice, long review! The next chapter will be up by at least next Wednsday!
-Tennisplaya278
Disclaimer: Roses are red, violets are blue, I don't own Harry Potter and neither do you. Bananas are yellow, tomatoes are red, Stop reading this, and read my story instead!
Summery: There is a very fine line between love and hate. Draco Malfoy has been inching closer and closer and has finally crossed that line but can Hermione do the same? DM/HG
Draco Malfoy glanced up at the Gryffindor table. He could make out the heads of Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil gossiping about something they had heard. He could see Seamus and Dean arguing about the Quidditch Cup. He scanned down the rest of the table until his eyes rested upon a young brown- haired woman. The one that was slowly killing him inside.
The blonde-haired boy watched as Hermione Granger talked cheerfully to her two best friends. He watched as she and the-boy-who-lived laughed and Ron's face go crimson. He scowled as he saw Hermione kiss Ron on the cheek and whispered what could only be words of confidence to him. Harry laughed at the two of them and Draco Malfoy wished with his life that he could be Ron, laughing with friends and most of all, having Hermione in his arms and whispering I love you to her over and over again.
The Slytherin Prince had changed over the years, not just physically but mentally and emotionally. He had grown up learning to hate mudbloods. Lucius Malfoy would not settle for anything but the best from his son, and the pressure on Draco was immense. As a little boy, Draco Malfoy had always looked up to his father. He saw him as a man with power, respect and independent. As he grew older, he views about his father changed. Lucius Malfoy was not a man. Draco could see that he was weak. Lucius had no power, he was not independent, he was just a pawn in Voldermort's plans. His father had lost all respect from his son, who used to grow up wanting to follow his footsteps. Now that Lucius was in Azkaban, Draco was free to do as he pleased.
He was also spoiled as a baby. The name Malfoy had always had a certain respect to it. Being born into that name was a thing any child could wish for. His mother showered Draco with toys and games. She always rushed over anytime he began to cry, buying him whatever his heart desired.
This was different. Never in his entire life did he want something and never be able to get it. He watched enviously as Hermione and Ron made their way out of the Great Hall, hand in hand. Looking down on his plate, he decided he wasn't all that hungry anymore and left the Great Hall too.
He exited the Great Hall and turned toward his common room. He had been made Head Boy that year and as a reward, he and the Head Girl were able to have their common room. He had hoped for some quiet as he mumbled the password and went inside, only to find that Ron and Hermione were currently snogging on the couch. Apparently, the Head Girl had heard someone enter the room and pulled away from Ron. Draco muttered an apology, turned around and ran out of the common room.
Throughout his life, Draco Malfoy had never experienced the feeling he got whenever he saw Hermione and Ron together. It was like a rock had been dropped down with immense force on his stomach. He wanted to strangle the red head with all the force he could muster but he knew he couldn't. Draco wanted Hermione to be his and only his. He wanted to be there when she cried, when she laughed, when she was frustrated. He wanted to be there with her and for her, no matter what.
Draco walked outside. He walked past the quidditch pitch where he first fell in love with Hermione, past the forbidden forest where she had entered during 6th year and Draco worried over her and finally sat beneath the tree overlooking the lake. He took a deep breath of January air, pulling his cloak closer to him. The lake was now frozen and he could see couples skating back and forth, holding hands. He saw a pair Ravenclaw first years skating together. He sat there watching them for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, as the sun was setting, the boy kissed the girl on the cheek and they went inside. Draco watched the sun set and when it got too dark, he got up and headed inside.
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The next morning Draco woke up and did his morning routine. He showered, changed and headed down to the common room. As he passed Hermione, he glanced at her and mumbled a barely audible hello. Before she could say anything else, he had left.
He made his way down to the Slytherin table and took his normal seat between Crabbe and Goyle. The two of them hadn't really changed much over the years, they were just as slow and dumb as ever. Sometimes, Draco would wonder why they ever became friends in the first place.
Then he would remember. It was his father who told him to become friends with them. He said that he needed to talk to the "right people" and that was Crabbe and Goyle. He remembered meeting them just a few weeks before his first year started. Back then, he thought that Crabbe and Goyle were friends, people you could talk to. Then, as he got smarter and they didn't, he figured out that he didn't really have anybody. His housemates just feared him.
He pushed his food around on his plate, not very hungry. Pansy was nagging him about the Hogsmede trip on Valentine's Day. He pushed her hand of his shoulder and continued to push the bacon on his plate around.
The clock read 8:50. He got up and left, not saying a word to Pansy, Crabbe or Goyle. When he reached the common room, he went up and got his books. His next class was potions with the Gryffindors and Draco had hoped that he wouldn't have to go but any chance was shot down when Professor Snape appeared for breakfast.
So he made his way down to the dungeons. They were dark, cold and lonely and people only went in there when necessary. Just like Draco. From a young age, Draco had learned to block out his emotions from everyone else. Everyone thought of him as a cruel, selfish boy but he didn't want to be like that anymore.
He sat down in the back of the room like always. He watched as Hermione and Ron came in, holding hands and sitting down next to eachother. A scowl appeared on his face but after a strange look from Pansy, he quickly took it off his face. Then, after about five minutes, Professor Snape walked into the room.
"Quiet down!"
There was no need to say that because as soon as he came in, the room went silient.
"Today we are starting your N.E.W.T. projects. I understand that you had just finished your charms? You will be researching 2 potions of your choice that I must approve of. You will have a partner that I chose for you. Now when I call off your names, please move to the seat near your partner. Misters Potter and Weasley! 10 points from Gryffindor for not paying attention!" He glared in Harry and Ron's direction who were glaring right back at him. Snape muttered some words and waved his wand and a list appeared in front of him. He began to read off names.
"Brown, Parkinson!" Immediately, Lavender and Pansy began a war. Finally, Lavender got up and sat next to Pansy.
"Bulstrode, Patil! Crabbe, Weasley!" Draco smirked as he saw that Ron's face had despair written all over it.
The list continued and Draco only stopped when "Goyle, Potter!" was called. He watched as people stood up and sat down next to their new partners. As the list began to end, Draco still wasn't called yet and to his amusement, neither was Hermione.
"And I think our two heads should be together. Granger, Malfoy!" Draco's jaw nearly hit the floor. Working with Hermione for two months? This was torture.
When neither of them moved, Snape told Hermione to go sit next to Draco. As she sat down, Draco took in her sweet scent. She sat down, turned toward him and opened her mouth. "Malfoy, I am not happy being your partner and I know you wish you were with someone else but if you want to pass this class, which I know you do, then we are going to have to be at least civil toward eachother!"
"Ms. Granger? Distracting a student and interuppting class? Why I think that is 20 points from Gryffindor," Hermione looked as if something inside her had snapped. She began to stand up only to be pulled down by Draco again. When she sat down and regained some of her calm, she looked at him curiously. She mumbled a small thank you and turned her attention back to Proffesor Snape who was explaining the project.
Draco looked up at Hermione again and muttered something barely audible.
"20 points to Gryffindor for being you."
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~Author's Notes~
So what do you think? This is my second attempt after a first disastorous Draco/Hermione story. I think this one is much better. So why are you still reading this? You should be clicking that review button down there! Leave me a nice, long review! The next chapter will be up by at least next Wednsday!
-Tennisplaya278