Mudblood. Mudblood. Mudblood.
The harsh words echo in my mind, slitting deep wounds into my heart. I know it's silly, I've heard it being shouted at me, especially from the Slytherin's. But when it comes from one specific Slytherin's mouth it cuts deeper. You'd think I would be used to him calling me mean names, and I am, but it still hurts. I've researched it thoroughly and know every single thing there is to know about the word, what it means, its history and the name of the first Wizard that ever spoke it. I don't usually cry but today I couldn't stop myself. Quietly sobbing I mentally scold myself for letting myself cry over something the ferret and his minions called me a thousand times before. But today was different, today they not only mentally hurt me but they also physically hurt me.
Crabbe and Goyle started pushing me around and threw my books on the floor. I was more pissed that they almost broke the books, they aren't even mine they're from the Library for Merlin's sake! Madam Pince is going to be so disappointed in me. Anyway I'm getting off topic. They kept shoving me until Malfoy shouted at them to stop. At first I thought maybe he cared, my heart stopped and I could do nothing but stare at the blonde headed boy walking towards. But then he looked at me and sneered and I knew he wasn't doing this for me; he was doing it so his minions wouldn't get in trouble. Knowing that he didn't care hurt, I don't know why it hurt so much. Why should I care that he didn't like me? It's not like I like him or anything. He's a mean, selfless, arrogant, prejudiced jerk. Yet I still can't seem to stop my heart hammering against my rib cage whenever he's near me. I'll never tell anyone though, not even my best friends Harry and Ron. They'd go ballistic and probably send me straight to Pomfrey thinking I'd been cursed or gone mental.
'Granger? ' A deep voice startles me and I look up to see none other than Draco Malfoy looking at me with his grey eyes with a bored expression on his face.
'Go away Malfoy!' I try to shout but my voice cracks, my throat dry from sobbing. He slowly moves towards as if I'm a scared cat and he doesn't want me to run away. As he slowly approaches me my heart starts hammering harder. Why did I have to react like this to his presence?
'Why are you crying?' he whispers quietly, almost too quiet for me to hear.
'Why do you care?!' I snap at him. Why would he care if I'm crying? It's not like we're friends. He hates me and my friends.
'That's something I ask myself everyday Granger' he mumbles under his breath so quietly I wouldn't of heard it if we hadn't of been so close. What does he mean by that? Surely he doesn't care about me? How could the sex god Slytherin care for a muggle-born in Gryffindor house. He must be trying to trick me; he's probably going to pretend to care and then laugh with all his friends about how stupid I was to think he cared.
'Go away' I scream looking away from him, not trusting myself to look at him and not feel guilty not telling him. Suddenly soft strong fingers touch my chin and lift my head up to face the gorgeous blonde. He gently wipes the fallen tears off my cheek using the pad of his thumb. I gasp at the contact, I expected his skin to feel cold but instead their hot and leave a trail of burning warmth where his fingers have been. He leans forward and presses a soft kiss on my forehead. My brain is no longer functioning properly and all I can think of is his lips on my head, so soft and gentle I could hardly feel it. Why was he being so kind and sweet? Didn't he hate me?
'I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything I've ever said to you. For everything I ever did to you. I know you're crying because of me. It kills me to see you cry especially because I hurt you. I'm so sorry Hermione' He whispers against my forehead and I can feel his hot breath dancing on my skin. When has he ever said sorry? What does this mean? I try to come up with a response but all I can do is sit there with my eyes closed trying to figure out what's happening. When I open my eyes again he's no longer there and there's no trace that he ever was there. Was I imagining him here? Was he really sorry? Why had he kissed me?