A/N

well, it's short... hope you like it

"If weasel is hurt, you only got yourself to blame, Mudblood!" he spat at her. The blow she'd given him was a lot worse than that punch he received when they were in third year. He wondered if the world shifted because he suddenly saw stars darting across the blue sky.

"Just how much do you hate me, Malfoy? That you have to hurt someone who wasn't doing you any harm?"she shouted. Her eyes were brimming with tears. She clenched her wand very tightly that he thought for a moment it will snap in two.

But he know, even in the height of anger she would exert control. Somehow, there was that comfort from the knowledge that she wouldnt hex him.

But it wasn't the possibility of being cursed by the Gryffindor lioness that mde him profuse cold sweat. It was the fear knowing that she would forever hate for the foolish thing he did. Cruciating Ron Weasley because he found out that he was staring at her like a lovestruck simpleton, was at the top of his list for the most stupid thing he ever did. The fear that he couldn't make her love him confused his feelings between responsibility being a Malfoy and his responsibility as human.

It was the eyes, he thought. As he continued staring at her,motionless. The almond pool which pierces his heart into pieces with one glare.

He could be indifferent forever. He could be viscious and mean. He could Avada Kedavra anyone without so much as flinching. But he could not take it if Hermione cried because of him.

It isn't fair... His mind cried out

"Why, Granger? I thought you were smart." he lied, an evil grin tugging at his face.

"Why, you-------Go to hell, Malfoy!" She shouted as she threw her things at him and stormed down the hall.

He stood there, frozen at the spot. He didn't even bother to dodge as she threw her books at him. He deserve it

Why did he lie? Why can't he just tell her the truth?Why did he have to be a malfoy?

"I love you, that's why!"he blurted out. He couldn't take the lie anymore. Somehow, she has to know the truth.

She was crying harder now, she slipped her wand inside her robes and headed towards the dormitory. She heard what he had said, knew them even before it left his gorgeous lips. She know he didn't mean to tell her her truth. She didn't stop walking, didn't look back. Because if she did, he'll know that she felt the same way. As much as she love him, she couldn't take his narcissistic view towards his family anymore. She gave him that chance when she approached him, he had lied. It was too late now.

"It's too late for honesty, Draco. God knows how late." was all she could muster to shout as her walking turned to run.