A/N: This story was inspired by a classmate. I hope you'll like it!

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Left Unsaid

It was a stormy night. Students were in their dormitories except for two souls working for an essay. She left the sanctuary of their dorm to go to the library, her haven.

"Don't wait up for me, Harry. I'll just go to the library to finish my Potions essay," She hurriedly said as she made her way to the library. Harry Potter just nodded and went off for the Gryffindor quarters.

He, on the other hand, left just to escape the evil clutches of a pug-faced slut and the too obedient cronies of his.

His footsteps echoed in the deserted hallway to the library. When he arrived there, he didn't notice a toffee haired girl whose nose almost touched the parchment. She wrote feverishly, eyes concentrated on every word and paragraph she had written.

Thunderclaps almost deafening, surrounded them. The dim lamps of the library were the only source of light for them. Gusts of wind entered from an opened window making Hermione's parchments fly everywhere. She swore under her breath and as she did so, knocked the lamp off to the floor and broke it.

Lightning, thunder and strong winds enveloped the castle. Hermione was frightened, what without her wand, she can't do anything. She started for the door only to find it locked. She took a glance at her watch and, thanks to the not so cheery lightning, she saw that it was already past eleven.

"Oh no! The doors locked themselves!" She exclaimed then she saw a figure coming towards her. She fell silent and stuck at where she stood.

"Who in the bloody hell is there?" Draco asked, authoritatively.

"Talk! I can see someone's there! Don't you know me? I'm the Head Boy so you better tell me who you are or I'll curse you." Draco threatened and stretched his wand hand.

'Is he dense or what? He can just use his wand to see who I am! And produce light or something! Who knew Draco Malfoy is daft?' Hermione thought.

"I…I'm just afraid, sir. I left my wand in my room and I think we're locked in. Can you please open it? Professor Flitwick might get mad." Hermione pretended. She knows that if Draco knew who she was he will not do anything to help her.

"Sir? Did you just address me as sir? What year are you?" He asked.

"Forth year," Hermione answered. She can sense that he raised an eyebrow and is checking her out.

"Hmmm…What were you doing here?"

"I…I was writing an essay when the wind blew my papers everywhere and I broke the lamp,"

"I see. Well, I don't think you can get out of here tonight. You should wait till morning." He told her and she saw his wand drop to the floor.

"Aren't you going to use your wand?" She asked, puzzled at how stupid a Malfoy can get.

"I'm tired. Plus, I'm trying to avoid someone so, unlike you, this situation suits me." Draco smirked at her trough the dark and went off to the other side of the room. Hermione sighed and leaned against the oak door.

'A dream come true. A night with my biggest crush, but why doesn't it feel right? Oh, yeah, because he is way far from me. Is it possible for him to fall in love with me? To a Gryffindor? A mudblood know-it-all? It's just too good to be true.' Hermione sighed, yet again.

She straightened up, gathered all her courage and went to where Draco was sitting.

"Do you mind if I sit with you?" Hermione asked. Draco looked up at her and smirked again.

"What house are you?" Draco asked.

'See! He's still on with this house thing!'

"Ravenclaw," Hermione lied.

"Sure," Draco answered.

'What kind of people judges others by their houses? Oh, Slytherins, that's what,´ she sighed to herself. Hermione settled herself an inch beside him, feeling the warmth radiating from his supposedly cold body.

"Does it really matter what house I am in?" Hermione asked, forgetting to hide the curiosity in her voice.

"Because, if I am in Hufflepuff or Gryffindor, I doubt you would even talk to me." Hermione added.

"True." Draco said, nodding.

"Why? Why are Slytherins like that?" Hermione asked, frustration getting the best of her.

"What do you mean 'why are Slytherins like that?'?" Draco snapped at her.

"Well, you see, it's not anyone's fault if they are muggle-borns or if they are brave and noble-"

"Well, it was not our fault either to be a pure blood and cunning. Nor is it our fault that we are put in Slytherin. Don't you know how tough it was for any of us to know that when we get to school 75 of them will hate us? Do you know how hard it is for me to be second best to a muggle-born? For your own father to think low of you just because a muggle- born beat you to it? Being a Malfoy is hard enough, being a Slytherin is another. I am expected to be the best in everything because I am a Malfoy!

"So stop telling yourselves that Slytherins are bad. We didn't choose to, we were expected to. It's the same as Gryffindors should be brave and Hufflepuffs to be noble." Draco was standing now, and he didn't even realize he was screaming.

"I'm…sorry," Hermione stared at her hands.

"Don't be." Draco muttered as he sat back beside her. The storm was getting stronger, thunder and lightning every now and then. When Hermione was beginning to fall asleep an earsplitting thunder was heard and, instincts made, she leapt onto Draco and held his hands with hers. Draco didn't make any attempt to remove his hand from her grip; he even squeezed it as if to say it's alright.

Hermione took this as a sign. He didn't reject her! It made her heart do a summersault. He made a move to make her rest her head on his shoulder.

"Sleep, you must be deprived of it to drowse off quickly." He patted the side of her head.

Hermione was shocked to hear such a thing from Draco. Did he just let her sleep on his shoulder? Oh my gosh! She smiled slightly at this and prepared to sleep when her mind thought of something.

'What if…well, could I kiss him? Will it be possible? Just a kiss and I will continue my life. I will not think of him every millisecond of my life ever again,' She told herself.

She looked up at Draco and found him staring at her.

'Can he see me? Does he know that it's me? It's not possible!' Hermione thought deeply. She was enthralled when she leaned in to kiss him. Inch by inch she got closer and when their lips touched it tasted wonderful. But as quick as it happened, it stopped. Draco pulled away wiping his lips with the back of his hand.

"Why?" Hermione asked.

'Oh no! He realized that it's me! This is awful!' Hermione mentally kicked herself.

"This is wrong. I'm sorry but the only person I want to kiss in this place is the woman whom I loved for the past six years. This is her sanctuary and you are not worth it for my lips." Draco said airily. (he can be so self- centered)

'Shit! I looked like a stupid girl with a crush! And I let him tell me off like that! But still…' Hermione battled with herself. Because whatever she does, her feelings for Draco would not subside.

"And if you must know, just so you wouldn't be hurt that I picked her instead of you, is because she is smarter, cleverer and more beautiful than you. She's not in your house though, she's in Gryffindor, and she's Hermione Granger," Draco told her staring at the ceiling. Hermione could not believe him. Did he just say her name out loud? Did Draco Malfoy, her nemesis, the bane of her existence just tell her that he loves her? Hermione wanted to jump around and do cartwheels for all she knows. She wanted to smother him with kisses when a terrible thought hit her mind. She was not Hermione Granger tonight. She was a Ravenclaw fourth year who was studying late at night. Not Hermione Granger. Not the bookworm know-it-all, goody two shoes Granger. This broke her heart. The only time that she can be herself and not be afraid was also the time that she was not her.

She searcged for Draco's wand on the floor and ran towards the door.

"Alohamora," She muttered and she heard a soft click signaling the door was opened. She threw the wand somewhere behind her and opened the heavy doors with all her strength. As the oak doors opened, light flooded the room letting Draco Malfoy see the Ravenclaw girl, only it was not, because it's Hermione Granger, the one he said he love.

The END.


A/N: Well? What do you think? Please tell me! Thanks for reading! REVIEWS are needed! I will post a sequel soon!