Chapter 1: The truth
It was late autumn, when Gryffindor won the Quidditch match against Ravenclaw. The Gryffindors were celebrating, but not everybody was there. Three of them weren't there. Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley and Lavender Brown. While they were celebrating, Hermione was in the library, writing the essay about Pollyjuice Potion. Suddenly, she stopped, remembering the time when they actually made this potion with Harry and Ron. Ron… She smiled at the thought of him and continued with the essay. Then, out of nowhere a letter fell on the desk, it had her name on it. She put down the quill and opened it.
"Go to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, you'll be surprised of what you'll find there."
"Seriously? – said Hermione trying not to laugh at the thought of what could she possibly find there. Yet again, she was curious about it so she headed straight over there. She just expected the best and hoped it wasn't one of Fred and George's pranks.
"They wouldn't dare..I think.".
When she opened the door, she was thunderstruck. She couldn't believe her eyes. Ron was there kissing Lavender Brown. She didn't know how to react, what to say. It didn't seem as if they noticed her, they were still kissing. She was holding back the tears, no, she wouldn't give them that satisfaction. And so, the Gryffindor courage awoke inside of her and she knocked on the door as if she just came.
"Oh I'm so sorry I interrupted you, you just go on. A bloody bastard with a girl, just like him. How romantic." Hermione said as her voice was getting louder and louder. "Really Ronald I am highly disappointed in you and I never wanna see you again, not you nor her. "
And she stormed through the door, anger boiling in her blood. She didn't even give them the chance to speak, she couldn't bare to hear their voices. Everything she had with him, was gone. She could hardly even manage to prevent the tears from falling down her face. As she was running along the halls, she bumped into someone. Draco Malfoy.
"Great, the last thing I needed today. " – Hermione said. She thought he would probably freak out and yell at her, or insult her about her, being muggle-born. He never missed a chance to do that. But to her ultimate surprise, Draco was very calm and surprised.
"What are you talking about, are you alright Hermione?" – he said.
She was thunderstruck, again. She glared at him and couldn't believe it.
"Did you… just.. say my name?"
Draco smiled and nodded. She blushed and immediately tried to hide it.
"Is Draco actually being nice to me? No, it can't be. He must be taking an advantage of how I'm feeling right now and wants to mess with me. Or maybe.. No, no way. "
"So, are you ok? – she heard his voice again.
"Oh I'm sorry, I got lost in my thoughts. Um, yeah I'm fine." – She said, trying to hide the truth and hoping he would leave her alone that way. She tried to turn around and leave but he grabbed her by the hand and she heard his voice again.
"No you're not." – He said, gently looking at her. Their eyes met and she was now looking at his beautiful eyes, who were looking back at hers.
She couldn't look away but she had to. She knew he was just messing around with her and she wouldn't fall on that!
"Ok Malfoy, whatever game you are playing, stop it right now! I'm not in the mood. " – And she stormed up the stairs and left him standing there. If she only knew the truth..