A/N Okay, here's the first chapter. I wanted to do something different, so
the story's backwards, but there's things that say: the previous month,
day, year or 4 days earlier and things like that so you know if it changes.
Enjoy!
Hermione Granger looked outside the window as she mused about the year's events while fumbling with a letter in her hand, deciding whether or not to open it. Her last year at Hogwarts had made an unexpected twist on her, but Hogwarts did seem to bring something unexpected every year. This year was quite different for it was not Harry who had had an 'adventure' it was Hermione. Even though it was the second last day at Hogwarts, Hermione didn't feel like doing much. She didn't want to wander the grounds and corridors to see a good last look, all she felt like doing was replaying what had happened over the year in her mind.
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The previous day
Hermione was sitting in the common room crying and thinking like she did every night for two weeks now. Yes, two weeks. If she was counting the weeks did that mean that she really did love him? 'No' she thought it wasn't him who I liked it was.... Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted when someone had said her name. She turned around and saw Harry.
"Hermione I just wanted to tell you before it's too late that it was his personality that you liked, not mine."
Hermione looked away, and resumed staring at the fireplace. "Look, Harry you don't understand what it's like to think you're talking to one person, and then find out that it's actually another, especially him."
"It shouldn't matter Hermione, the only thing that should is that you liked him and that's it."
"But he lied to me! And..... and......just leave me alone." A couple minutes later she heard the seventh year's boy's dormitory door close. Why was she the only one that thought it was wrong? Was it? It was the100th time that she thought of that question, and it was the only one that she really cared about answering.
13 Days Earlier
Hermione dragged herself out of bed, dreading that she would see Malfoy in the corridor. Even the mention of his name made her hot with anger but also a feeling of sadness, hate, and love all rolled into one. For it was only yesterday since she found out. How could he do that to her? She quickly grabbed all her books for that day, and headed straight for the history of magic classroom, thankful that she didn't have potions, transfiguration, and care of magical creatures, as she would have to see the Slytherins which would mean having to see Malfoy. She even skipped breakfast as to avoid that from happening, plus she needed the extra time for sleep. Weighed down with too many questions before going to sleep is a bad thing.
As she was just about to enter the classroom, he walked by her. She tried to turn away quickly but he was already staring at her with a pleading look. Like a lonely puppy locked up in its kennel. Their eyes had only locked for a second, and as he was just about to say her name, she turned the doorknob to the classroom and walked in. Hermione felt triumphant yet sad. How could she have done that to him? But he deserved it. One part of her wanted to run out of the door and embrace him and tell him that she was sorry, the other part wanted to start yelling at him. But instead she found a seat, sat down and took out a quill and some parchment.
Draco stood outside the history of magic classroom door and stared at it in disbelief. How could she do this to him? He knew that he had lied to her but only because he had to. It's not like he could have told her earlier. He wasn't allowed. 'It was because of his name' he thought. His stupid name! Malfoy.how he hated that name. People always assumed that he was exactly like his father, and that he'd end up dead trying to escape from Azkaban just like Lucious did. Even though he had taunted Hermione for five years, he had told her that he never meant a word of it, and that was true. He regretted those five years so much. And recently regretted that he could've told Hermione the truth earlier, because he never wanted to see her get hurt.
It didn't take long for him to find out that she was avoiding him. Apparently she had even skipped every meal just to avoid him. How was he ever going to talk to her again if he didn't think of something fast? But what could he do. He obviously couldn't just walk up to her. Finally, after much pacing he ran up to his dormitory, and immediately began to write.
Hermione lay on her bed, trying to concentrate on her history of magic homework. But her mind kept drifting to him. That's all she thought about all day. And it seriously felt like her head was going to explode! 'I wouldn't be surprised if it actually did.' She thought, and looked back at her paper. She had written one word down, and it had no relation to 'when the Ministry of Magic was formed.' The word on her paper seemed to seep through the paper and into her mind, and made her fall into a deep sleep: happy?
Draco ran out of his dormitory as soon as it was finished. He ran right out of the portrait, and caused two 3rd years to fall. He quickly apologized and hurried off to find Harry Potter. For the first time in his life he actually needed his help. Which didn't make things a whole lot better. He and Ron really seemed protective of Hermione. And they probably thought that Hermione was right to ignore him. Not knowing where he would find him, he checked the library, the great hall, and was about to go to the Gryffindor portrait when he found him. "Harry." He said while panting "I need your help."
Harry stared at Draco and then finally said "With what?"
Draco sighed in relief and handed Harry a letter "Can you please give this to Hermione?" He asked his voice with hope and concern.
"I will, but I can't promise that she'll open it."
Draco nodded and started to turn "Thanks" He said and walked off.
Harry looked at the envelope that had in bright gold letters the word: Hermione in a messy urgent looking scroll. He doubted that Hermione would read it or even take it, but it was worth a try. 'Helping Malfoy, never thought I'd see the day' Harry thought, and walked inside the common room.
He didn't see Hermione down there, so he asked Lavender if she could go get her. A couple minutes later Hermione came down.
"This is Harry right?" She asked sarcastically.
Harry gave a sort-of-smile-not-really look, and handed her the letter.
"What's this?" She asked.
"It's from Draco." He said, and saw the smile from her face slide.
"I don't want it, you can tell him that I never want to talk to him again."
"Hermione, just take the letter! You don't have to open it just take it. But I think you should read it."
Hermione grabbed the letter, and stormed back up to the dormitory.
~***~
When she was lying in her bed that night, she contemplated the thought of opening the letter, but resisted. Was she truly being stupid? Or was she doing the right thing? Ron was on neither side, and didn't say what she should do. She knew that Harry agreed with Draco. And she was in the middle of the two sides and felt like she was being pulled apart by an invisible force.
That night when Draco was lying in his bed, he hoped that Hermione had read his letter, it was his last chance to tell her that he was sorry. But shouldn't he be mad at Hermione like she was mad at him? He felt like he was in the middle of an invisible thing of nothing that meant so much.
And both wanted to scream.
Another A/N- There's the first chapter hope you liked it, and hopefully it wasn't confusing! Please review, and tell me what you think. Flames are welcome. I do not own any of the characters and such J.K Rowling does. Thanks ApricotKisses for telling me to write another fic, and giving me some ideas!!!! Inspired by the song title 'Name' by the Goo Goo Dolls
Hermione Granger looked outside the window as she mused about the year's events while fumbling with a letter in her hand, deciding whether or not to open it. Her last year at Hogwarts had made an unexpected twist on her, but Hogwarts did seem to bring something unexpected every year. This year was quite different for it was not Harry who had had an 'adventure' it was Hermione. Even though it was the second last day at Hogwarts, Hermione didn't feel like doing much. She didn't want to wander the grounds and corridors to see a good last look, all she felt like doing was replaying what had happened over the year in her mind.
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The previous day
Hermione was sitting in the common room crying and thinking like she did every night for two weeks now. Yes, two weeks. If she was counting the weeks did that mean that she really did love him? 'No' she thought it wasn't him who I liked it was.... Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted when someone had said her name. She turned around and saw Harry.
"Hermione I just wanted to tell you before it's too late that it was his personality that you liked, not mine."
Hermione looked away, and resumed staring at the fireplace. "Look, Harry you don't understand what it's like to think you're talking to one person, and then find out that it's actually another, especially him."
"It shouldn't matter Hermione, the only thing that should is that you liked him and that's it."
"But he lied to me! And..... and......just leave me alone." A couple minutes later she heard the seventh year's boy's dormitory door close. Why was she the only one that thought it was wrong? Was it? It was the100th time that she thought of that question, and it was the only one that she really cared about answering.
13 Days Earlier
Hermione dragged herself out of bed, dreading that she would see Malfoy in the corridor. Even the mention of his name made her hot with anger but also a feeling of sadness, hate, and love all rolled into one. For it was only yesterday since she found out. How could he do that to her? She quickly grabbed all her books for that day, and headed straight for the history of magic classroom, thankful that she didn't have potions, transfiguration, and care of magical creatures, as she would have to see the Slytherins which would mean having to see Malfoy. She even skipped breakfast as to avoid that from happening, plus she needed the extra time for sleep. Weighed down with too many questions before going to sleep is a bad thing.
As she was just about to enter the classroom, he walked by her. She tried to turn away quickly but he was already staring at her with a pleading look. Like a lonely puppy locked up in its kennel. Their eyes had only locked for a second, and as he was just about to say her name, she turned the doorknob to the classroom and walked in. Hermione felt triumphant yet sad. How could she have done that to him? But he deserved it. One part of her wanted to run out of the door and embrace him and tell him that she was sorry, the other part wanted to start yelling at him. But instead she found a seat, sat down and took out a quill and some parchment.
Draco stood outside the history of magic classroom door and stared at it in disbelief. How could she do this to him? He knew that he had lied to her but only because he had to. It's not like he could have told her earlier. He wasn't allowed. 'It was because of his name' he thought. His stupid name! Malfoy.how he hated that name. People always assumed that he was exactly like his father, and that he'd end up dead trying to escape from Azkaban just like Lucious did. Even though he had taunted Hermione for five years, he had told her that he never meant a word of it, and that was true. He regretted those five years so much. And recently regretted that he could've told Hermione the truth earlier, because he never wanted to see her get hurt.
It didn't take long for him to find out that she was avoiding him. Apparently she had even skipped every meal just to avoid him. How was he ever going to talk to her again if he didn't think of something fast? But what could he do. He obviously couldn't just walk up to her. Finally, after much pacing he ran up to his dormitory, and immediately began to write.
Hermione lay on her bed, trying to concentrate on her history of magic homework. But her mind kept drifting to him. That's all she thought about all day. And it seriously felt like her head was going to explode! 'I wouldn't be surprised if it actually did.' She thought, and looked back at her paper. She had written one word down, and it had no relation to 'when the Ministry of Magic was formed.' The word on her paper seemed to seep through the paper and into her mind, and made her fall into a deep sleep: happy?
Draco ran out of his dormitory as soon as it was finished. He ran right out of the portrait, and caused two 3rd years to fall. He quickly apologized and hurried off to find Harry Potter. For the first time in his life he actually needed his help. Which didn't make things a whole lot better. He and Ron really seemed protective of Hermione. And they probably thought that Hermione was right to ignore him. Not knowing where he would find him, he checked the library, the great hall, and was about to go to the Gryffindor portrait when he found him. "Harry." He said while panting "I need your help."
Harry stared at Draco and then finally said "With what?"
Draco sighed in relief and handed Harry a letter "Can you please give this to Hermione?" He asked his voice with hope and concern.
"I will, but I can't promise that she'll open it."
Draco nodded and started to turn "Thanks" He said and walked off.
Harry looked at the envelope that had in bright gold letters the word: Hermione in a messy urgent looking scroll. He doubted that Hermione would read it or even take it, but it was worth a try. 'Helping Malfoy, never thought I'd see the day' Harry thought, and walked inside the common room.
He didn't see Hermione down there, so he asked Lavender if she could go get her. A couple minutes later Hermione came down.
"This is Harry right?" She asked sarcastically.
Harry gave a sort-of-smile-not-really look, and handed her the letter.
"What's this?" She asked.
"It's from Draco." He said, and saw the smile from her face slide.
"I don't want it, you can tell him that I never want to talk to him again."
"Hermione, just take the letter! You don't have to open it just take it. But I think you should read it."
Hermione grabbed the letter, and stormed back up to the dormitory.
~***~
When she was lying in her bed that night, she contemplated the thought of opening the letter, but resisted. Was she truly being stupid? Or was she doing the right thing? Ron was on neither side, and didn't say what she should do. She knew that Harry agreed with Draco. And she was in the middle of the two sides and felt like she was being pulled apart by an invisible force.
That night when Draco was lying in his bed, he hoped that Hermione had read his letter, it was his last chance to tell her that he was sorry. But shouldn't he be mad at Hermione like she was mad at him? He felt like he was in the middle of an invisible thing of nothing that meant so much.
And both wanted to scream.
Another A/N- There's the first chapter hope you liked it, and hopefully it wasn't confusing! Please review, and tell me what you think. Flames are welcome. I do not own any of the characters and such J.K Rowling does. Thanks ApricotKisses for telling me to write another fic, and giving me some ideas!!!! Inspired by the song title 'Name' by the Goo Goo Dolls