Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story. The characters and some of the plots are courtesy to J. K. Rowling.
Deny It
Prologue
"I can't love you" he sternly said, crossing the room to his armoire.
"But, you can, Draco, and you do. That's why you return to me every time" she tried to smile at her realization, but her tear stained face and torn emotions denied her the privilege.
"You think that is what brings me back every time" she just stared at his steely gray eyes trying to unmask the feelings locked inside them.
She made a move to walk to him, but he quickly turned out of her reach and into the shared bathroom to take a shower. Before he realized that she had to walk back through the bathroom to get to her room, she was standing in from of him with an acute stare.
"What do you want from me, Granger? What can I possibly give you?" He yelled. She did not move, just stared at his hard face: "I need to get to my room" Draco stared, dumbfounded. He had expected her to yell back at him, to go at him like she always does; but he got the solemn, hidden side of Hermione that he feared.
"So, that's how you're going to end the argument, then, is it?"
"Yes" she simply stated staring at him, daring him to say something to upset her even more.
"No. No! NO! You cannot initiate a constant argument that we have and then just drop it like that! I don't know what the bloody hell you want from me! Do you want to drive me crazy, to make me hurt, to suffer?" She shook her head, "Do you want me to die before I've even lived? I mean, what do you want, dammit."
"I want you to admit it, Draco. I want you to tell me, to tell them, hell, to even tellhim but just admit it. I'd die for you, Draco" he shook his head trying to ignore her, "Do you get that? I would give my life for you" Draco was mumbling now, trying to drown her piercing words out, "I would lay down my own bloody life so you could"-
"NO!" Draco shouted, interrupting her, "No. You will not die for me" he paused and she attempted to regain her composure, "You do not love me."
"Yes, Draco, I do."
"No you don't. And, let's get something very clear: I do not love you. I hate you, savvy?" He stepped out of her way and turned the shower on. She walked to her bedroom and silently said, as she passed by him, "But, you do love me, Draco, and I would die for you" he stared at the tiled tub with his back to her, not letting her see the single tear falling down his cheek.
This is my first Fanfic in a while, so please bare with me. Please feel free to critique my writing and I'd love ideas from anyone, so feel obliged to share your ideas freely! Thank you and please review, it will be greatly appreciated.
Peace,
AliciaSalice