Title: Love can be painful.
Author: Dark Sapphire
Summary: At Hogwarts, the sixth years are spending the first week of Christmas in the Forbidden Forest to work on a project. When Hermioone gets teamed up with Draco, she finds out that he is not as bad as she thinks. And meanwhile, Draco starts to experience true friendship for the first time. But what will happen when that friendship develops into something more? Soon they will learn that love can be a painful thing.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot. It is 100 percent original. Okay, maybe 90 percent...
~Chapter One~
"Class dismissed," Hagrid announced, shutting the cages. "I expect to see all of you here tomorrow, seven thirty sharp. And remember, muggle clothes. We don't want you dirtying your robes."
"But were not allowed into the Forbidden Forest," a girl said. "What if something happens?"
"I've got permission from the headmaster. Besides, we have already magicked the campsites," Hagrid replied "You step out of it at your own risk. Don't worry, the teachers will be patrolling the outskirts of the forest. Now, move along. It's getting dark." He turned around and slowly made his way back to his cabin.
* * *
The next day.
~* Hermione's POV(Point of view) *~
Harry, Ron and I are walking across the wet grass to Hagrid's cabin, all dressed in muggle clothes. Ron is jabbering nonstop as usual.
"It's so cool!" He was saying. "We've never been in there before...wait a minute, Harry. We have, actually. But still it's cool, all the same."
"Yeah right. Very cool," A voice says sarcastically behind us. I know who it is without even turning around. Draco Malfoy.
"So, Weasley's excited," he sneered. "Seen a centaur before in your entire miserable life?"
"Get lost, Malfoy," Ron replies, his ears turning red.
"Afraid I can't, Weasley," Malfoy replies. "If you haven't noticed, we are studying together, unfortunately, so it's almost impossible for you to avoid me, unless of course, I choose to avoid you."
I secretly wonder at how he always replies in a way that most people would find difficult to answer back. I turn around and snap.
"In that case, Malfoy, you stay out of our way and we'll stay out of yours."
"Shup up, Granger," Malfoy replies, turning slightly pink. "Let's go," he drags Crabbe and Goyle all the way up the hill.
Harry shakes his head.
* * *
When we finally reach Hagrid's cabin, I notice that most of the students have already arrived.
Hagrid clears his throat. "I shall read out your groups, chosen personally by professor McGonagall. When I finish, I expect you to get into your chosen groups and gather the supplies."
Everyone nodded , chattering excitedly.
"First group, Parkinson, Brown and Longbottom'
Gasps and whispers.
"Two Gryffindors!" Pansy shrieked. "I don't-"
"Move along, NOW. I don't have all day, you know. "Next group, Goyle, Weasley and Black..."
"Ron!" I almost shrieked as loud as Pansy. "Hagrid, you can't!"
"Rules, Hermione. Now where was I? Ah, Dilby, Salvore and Crabbe, group three... And the list went on. I couldn't help but wonder who my group members were going to be. Malfoy... I glanced at him. He looked really hot in a black jacket and jeans. I wouldn't mind if... No! what are you thinking? I scolded myself, forcing my attention back to Hagrid.
"Anderson, Nicole, Grundy (more groans), Daisy, Wilson, and Potter, no protesting!" Hagrid looks directly at me, then back to the parchment. "Joleen, Malfoy and Granger, I said NO protesting! Blake, Sutton..."
The list was endless. I tried to look glum as Harry and Ron gave me weak smiles, but inside I wasn't as unhappy as I should have been. Why? I do not know. What is it about Malfoy that interests me so?
~* Draco's POV *~
I sneer as the mudblood and her fellow Gryffindor joins me as I head to the supply shack.
"It's ironic, isn't it, Granger?" I smirked, turning to pick a tent. "Oh, look. Green and silver." I give another sneer, leaving them to gert the rest of their supplies.
After ages, they finally emerge from the shack. We drag our trunks and tents into the forest. After approximately half an hour of walking in silence, we reach one of the four campsites. Three other groups are sharing it with us, including Potter and Weasley's group. As usual, Granger knows everything, from pitching tents to finding a water source. She's quite smart, really.
* * *
~That night (Still Draco's POV)~
I am sitting by the fire opposite the mudblood, absent mindedly slicing a branch into thin pieces. We have already started on our report. Just the intro, really. She did most of it. However, there is still much more to write and draw. I have decided that tomorrow I will go in search of unicorns. I found their tracks earlier this evening. Suddenly, a big brown owl swoops overhead, dropping a letter in front of Granger. I notice that it is from her parents.
~* Hermione's POV *~
I rip open the envelope and unfold the letter.
Dear Hermione,
We suppose you would be staying at Hogwarts for Christmas as usual. How are things going on there? Everything's fine here at home. All of us are going for a long holiday in Hawaii. Too bad you wouldn't be joining us. It would have made things much more fun. Last week, Lizzie graduated from college. Now she want's to go to Australia to further her studies. Reply soon and have fun!
Love, Mum and Dad.
P.S: We'll mail you your present from Hawaii.
Grinning, I reach into my open bag for a fresh piece of parchment and a quill to reply their letter. Looking up, I notice Malfoy staring at me strangely.
~* Draco's POV *~
As Granger reads her letter, I can't help but wonder what it feels like to have normal parents, parents who care about you. I guess I will never find out. My father and mother never write to me. They are seldom at home when I go back for the holidays. My father never tells me about any of his activities with the deatheaters. Since the Dark Lord's defeat last year, most of them have left the dark side. All my father tells me is where their gatherings are held. He does it so I can make sure that no one at Hogwarts knows of these secret locations.
She finishes reading the letter and reaches for fresh parchment. I feel jealous because she has a normal, perfect family and I don't. I can't help but feel miserable. Suddenly I blurt out,
"H-how does it feel, Granger?" I stutter.
She looks at me suspiciously. "What?"
"Having a proper family, of course," I scowl.
"I think you should know very well."
"No, I don't," What I am saying completely shocked me.
~* Hermione's POV *~
I gape at Malfoy. Words completely failed me.
"So," I finally say. "The boy whose father gives him everything he wants does not know what it's like to have a normal family?" I scoff.
He does not reply. I suddenly feel sorry for him. His father is probably always busy with deatheater business. I wouldn't wonder if he is rarely at home. I study Malfoy intently. He looked dead serious. Suddenly, he did something I never expected him to do. He started blurting out everything. About how his father never wrote to him, how his parents were never home, and how they made sure he never made any friends at Hogwarts. I would never have expected him to tell me all this, especially since his family had a very bad impression of muggleborns.
"Why are you telling me?" I asked, curious.
He shrugged. "Just forget it, Granger. I don't even know why I said all that in the first place."
There was an akward pause. Finally, I breake the silence.
"It's okay," I reply. "Sometimes people need someone to talk to. You can't just keep all your problems to yourself." I am so shocked. Why in the world am I saying this? Or even talking to him? Get a grip, I tell myself. He is just a human being. No! But he's Draco Malfoy! Your enemy! Another voice says. I shake my head, trying to rid myself or these disturbing thoughts.
"Th-Thank you, H-Hermione," Malfoy suddenly stutters. It is the first time he has ever called me by my first name. I stare at him, bewildered. He smiles (I got this idea from another fic), before getting up and going to his tent.
Whoa! Did Draco just smile at me? I wonder. And he actually called me Hermione. I'm not dreaming, am I? I ask myself out loud before making my way back to the tent.
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A/N: How was it? This chapter took me one whole day to write. Remember to review with comments or anything. I don't mind flames. If there's something wrong or something you don't like, tell me properly. Don't start writing four letter words of anything of that sort. I appreciate nice reviews and usually reply.
Author: Dark Sapphire
Summary: At Hogwarts, the sixth years are spending the first week of Christmas in the Forbidden Forest to work on a project. When Hermioone gets teamed up with Draco, she finds out that he is not as bad as she thinks. And meanwhile, Draco starts to experience true friendship for the first time. But what will happen when that friendship develops into something more? Soon they will learn that love can be a painful thing.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot. It is 100 percent original. Okay, maybe 90 percent...
~Chapter One~
"Class dismissed," Hagrid announced, shutting the cages. "I expect to see all of you here tomorrow, seven thirty sharp. And remember, muggle clothes. We don't want you dirtying your robes."
"But were not allowed into the Forbidden Forest," a girl said. "What if something happens?"
"I've got permission from the headmaster. Besides, we have already magicked the campsites," Hagrid replied "You step out of it at your own risk. Don't worry, the teachers will be patrolling the outskirts of the forest. Now, move along. It's getting dark." He turned around and slowly made his way back to his cabin.
* * *
The next day.
~* Hermione's POV(Point of view) *~
Harry, Ron and I are walking across the wet grass to Hagrid's cabin, all dressed in muggle clothes. Ron is jabbering nonstop as usual.
"It's so cool!" He was saying. "We've never been in there before...wait a minute, Harry. We have, actually. But still it's cool, all the same."
"Yeah right. Very cool," A voice says sarcastically behind us. I know who it is without even turning around. Draco Malfoy.
"So, Weasley's excited," he sneered. "Seen a centaur before in your entire miserable life?"
"Get lost, Malfoy," Ron replies, his ears turning red.
"Afraid I can't, Weasley," Malfoy replies. "If you haven't noticed, we are studying together, unfortunately, so it's almost impossible for you to avoid me, unless of course, I choose to avoid you."
I secretly wonder at how he always replies in a way that most people would find difficult to answer back. I turn around and snap.
"In that case, Malfoy, you stay out of our way and we'll stay out of yours."
"Shup up, Granger," Malfoy replies, turning slightly pink. "Let's go," he drags Crabbe and Goyle all the way up the hill.
Harry shakes his head.
* * *
When we finally reach Hagrid's cabin, I notice that most of the students have already arrived.
Hagrid clears his throat. "I shall read out your groups, chosen personally by professor McGonagall. When I finish, I expect you to get into your chosen groups and gather the supplies."
Everyone nodded , chattering excitedly.
"First group, Parkinson, Brown and Longbottom'
Gasps and whispers.
"Two Gryffindors!" Pansy shrieked. "I don't-"
"Move along, NOW. I don't have all day, you know. "Next group, Goyle, Weasley and Black..."
"Ron!" I almost shrieked as loud as Pansy. "Hagrid, you can't!"
"Rules, Hermione. Now where was I? Ah, Dilby, Salvore and Crabbe, group three... And the list went on. I couldn't help but wonder who my group members were going to be. Malfoy... I glanced at him. He looked really hot in a black jacket and jeans. I wouldn't mind if... No! what are you thinking? I scolded myself, forcing my attention back to Hagrid.
"Anderson, Nicole, Grundy (more groans), Daisy, Wilson, and Potter, no protesting!" Hagrid looks directly at me, then back to the parchment. "Joleen, Malfoy and Granger, I said NO protesting! Blake, Sutton..."
The list was endless. I tried to look glum as Harry and Ron gave me weak smiles, but inside I wasn't as unhappy as I should have been. Why? I do not know. What is it about Malfoy that interests me so?
~* Draco's POV *~
I sneer as the mudblood and her fellow Gryffindor joins me as I head to the supply shack.
"It's ironic, isn't it, Granger?" I smirked, turning to pick a tent. "Oh, look. Green and silver." I give another sneer, leaving them to gert the rest of their supplies.
After ages, they finally emerge from the shack. We drag our trunks and tents into the forest. After approximately half an hour of walking in silence, we reach one of the four campsites. Three other groups are sharing it with us, including Potter and Weasley's group. As usual, Granger knows everything, from pitching tents to finding a water source. She's quite smart, really.
* * *
~That night (Still Draco's POV)~
I am sitting by the fire opposite the mudblood, absent mindedly slicing a branch into thin pieces. We have already started on our report. Just the intro, really. She did most of it. However, there is still much more to write and draw. I have decided that tomorrow I will go in search of unicorns. I found their tracks earlier this evening. Suddenly, a big brown owl swoops overhead, dropping a letter in front of Granger. I notice that it is from her parents.
~* Hermione's POV *~
I rip open the envelope and unfold the letter.
Dear Hermione,
We suppose you would be staying at Hogwarts for Christmas as usual. How are things going on there? Everything's fine here at home. All of us are going for a long holiday in Hawaii. Too bad you wouldn't be joining us. It would have made things much more fun. Last week, Lizzie graduated from college. Now she want's to go to Australia to further her studies. Reply soon and have fun!
Love, Mum and Dad.
P.S: We'll mail you your present from Hawaii.
Grinning, I reach into my open bag for a fresh piece of parchment and a quill to reply their letter. Looking up, I notice Malfoy staring at me strangely.
~* Draco's POV *~
As Granger reads her letter, I can't help but wonder what it feels like to have normal parents, parents who care about you. I guess I will never find out. My father and mother never write to me. They are seldom at home when I go back for the holidays. My father never tells me about any of his activities with the deatheaters. Since the Dark Lord's defeat last year, most of them have left the dark side. All my father tells me is where their gatherings are held. He does it so I can make sure that no one at Hogwarts knows of these secret locations.
She finishes reading the letter and reaches for fresh parchment. I feel jealous because she has a normal, perfect family and I don't. I can't help but feel miserable. Suddenly I blurt out,
"H-how does it feel, Granger?" I stutter.
She looks at me suspiciously. "What?"
"Having a proper family, of course," I scowl.
"I think you should know very well."
"No, I don't," What I am saying completely shocked me.
~* Hermione's POV *~
I gape at Malfoy. Words completely failed me.
"So," I finally say. "The boy whose father gives him everything he wants does not know what it's like to have a normal family?" I scoff.
He does not reply. I suddenly feel sorry for him. His father is probably always busy with deatheater business. I wouldn't wonder if he is rarely at home. I study Malfoy intently. He looked dead serious. Suddenly, he did something I never expected him to do. He started blurting out everything. About how his father never wrote to him, how his parents were never home, and how they made sure he never made any friends at Hogwarts. I would never have expected him to tell me all this, especially since his family had a very bad impression of muggleborns.
"Why are you telling me?" I asked, curious.
He shrugged. "Just forget it, Granger. I don't even know why I said all that in the first place."
There was an akward pause. Finally, I breake the silence.
"It's okay," I reply. "Sometimes people need someone to talk to. You can't just keep all your problems to yourself." I am so shocked. Why in the world am I saying this? Or even talking to him? Get a grip, I tell myself. He is just a human being. No! But he's Draco Malfoy! Your enemy! Another voice says. I shake my head, trying to rid myself or these disturbing thoughts.
"Th-Thank you, H-Hermione," Malfoy suddenly stutters. It is the first time he has ever called me by my first name. I stare at him, bewildered. He smiles (I got this idea from another fic), before getting up and going to his tent.
Whoa! Did Draco just smile at me? I wonder. And he actually called me Hermione. I'm not dreaming, am I? I ask myself out loud before making my way back to the tent.
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A/N: How was it? This chapter took me one whole day to write. Remember to review with comments or anything. I don't mind flames. If there's something wrong or something you don't like, tell me properly. Don't start writing four letter words of anything of that sort. I appreciate nice reviews and usually reply.