The Sharpest Lives
Hermione's POV
It was a rainy day, as it has been the past few weeks. Staying in Muggle London with my parents had of course been my choise, but I missed something that I could only get at Hogwarts. Draco Malfoy. We have been enemies since we first met, but the fights we have get me excited. We scream at each other, push each other, slap each other, but the best is leaving the other there without a witty comeback, that person is usually him. I find myself thinking a lot on what our next fight may start from. Our houses? My 'impure' blood? How snobby and rich he is?
I decided to go out for a few drinks. The rain was coming down heavy, but I find it to be lonely without having someone to scream at. Just a few drinks I supposed. When I got to the bar I found that I would be having much more then one drink. After one shot, I needed another. Then another, and another up until there were about ten, fifteen, maybe even twenty empty shot glasses around me. I ended up dancing with all of the men in the bar that night, singing as well. I'm sure I would have the most awful hangover the next morning.
It was a good thing the bar was walking distance from my house, I felt much too sick to drive home. I stumbled through the door and layed down on the couch, not even bothering to go get pajamas. When I woke up the next morning, the hangover hadn't hit yet. In fact I was still feeling quite woozy. When my parents saw me, I gigled a little bit, then broke out into laughter. But what I really meant by laughing was to ask them if I can go back to Hogwarts. I no longer wanted to spend my holiday here.
Draco's POV
I had come back to the Manor for the holiday, mom had asked that I would. But I did not want to be here, not alone. I was supposed to be watching a play being shown, but my mind was on other things. A certain person. A certain Hermione Granger. I needed her with me right now, because I loved her. Yes, I Slytherin Pureblood Draco Malfoy, was indeed in love with Gryfindor Mudblood Hermione Granger. There was a problem though, she despised me, hated me, loathed me! She would want to watch me just die, be there, witness it, be a part of it.
It's been a bad week. Alone without her. When we spoke, we only fought and screamed vicious and foul things at each other, but her voice always sounded like an angel's. And without it I was miserable, as if I was thrown into a blender. But I couldn't give up yet, not without one kiss.
When I caught the train back to Hogwarts, I was looking to find Blaise who probably had a seat already. As I was walking I was surprised to run into said girl in the Slythering section.
"Granger. What are you doing mixed in with the purebloods?" I asked smugly. I loved her, but I had to do everything in my will to keep her from knowing that.
"I had a project over the holiday to inspect some insects. Found the nest." She gave me a smirk, as if she had already declared herself victorious.
"Is that the best you got Mudblood? Come on and give me a shot to remember." Her voice was saving me, taking away all the pain I had without it.
'Ugh you bastard! Just give up already!" She screamed getting angrier and angrier.
I smirked with the plan going in my head with how bad she might just want me to. "Sure, I'll surrender. If you give me a kiss."
She looked shocked and even blushed slightly. She seemed to be thinking, then I felt her lips brush against mine for only about a second before she ran off. Being with her is going to kill me, the sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead.
But that one kiss gave me hope, a light. So bright it can burn all the empires standing between us and fight off the sun so it will no longer shine. A light that even vampires would come out of darkness for. But I'm sure she'll leave me before we start something, just like all of the other sane girls.