AN: Okay, so I was reading this story and it was really cute and it inspired me to write this story. It's angsty, yes, it's sad, yes. But I really wanted to make Hermione's feelings clear; I put my own feelings into this as well, and I think it describes how a lot of people feel everyday. But anyways, READ ON, BRAVE STRANGER!
And don't forget! R&R
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"You're cute."
"What are you talking about, Draco?"
"I'm serious. I think you're the cutest girl in Hogwarts," drawled Draco, twirling a piece of Hermione's hair between his fingers. "I don't know what Weasel sees in girls like Patil and Brown when you're around." He smirked. "Either way, more for me."
Hermione blushed at the compliment. "Draco, you have bad eyes."
"I have twenty-twenty vision. It's one of the perks of being a Pureblood." Draco stuck his tongue out at her. "You Muggle-Borns have the worst vision possible. It's you lot who are keeping the economy afloat."
Hermione smiled slightly at the joke, but took off her reading glasses and gently placed them on Draco. "Look at me. What do you see?"
Draco adjusted the glasses on the bridge on his nose, squinting at her face. "Bloody hell, Hermione. I thought these were supposed to help you see, not turn you blind."
"Stop avoiding the question! I'm ugly, and we both know it," Hermione said, looking down at the table.
Draco took in a sharp breath. How could she say that about herself? "I think you're beautiful."
"No, you don't."
"Yes, I do."
"No, you don't!"
"Yes, I do!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"NO!"
"YES!"
"NO!"
"YE—"
"Quiet! This is the library, not a Quidditch stadium. You will be quiet and respectful or you will get out." The librarian glared at them, daring them to say another word.
"Sorry," Hermione said meekly, ashamed that she had lost control of herself in the library. How could you? And in the library? She berated herself mentally.
"Draco, you don't get it," she whispered.
"What's to get? You're beautiful, and that's that. There's no need for you to put yourself down trying to fish for compliments from me. You can just ask, you know," Draco smirked at her, poking her on the forehead, lifting her head up.
Hermione giggled a bit at his pompous attempt to try and cheer her up. "Stop being stupid, Draco."
"You should do that more often."
Draco's voice had changed. It no longer was snide or joking. He was serious, and it scared Hermione. "What?"
"Smile." His voice was soothing and deep. "You should do that more often."
Hermione's lips curved upwards nervously and she let out a strained laugh. "You're joking, right?" When his face didn't change, Hermione's face became worried.
She grabbed a hold of his shoulders and shook him gently. When that had no response, she shook him more forcefully. "Draco? Draco, snap out of it. Stop being so serious. You're scaring me."
Draco's eyes bore down into hers, and Hermione saw the steely iris's flash at her. "Why? Is it so wrong that I want to tell my girlfriend that she's amazing and beautiful? What's wrong with that? Are you scared of acknowledging that? Why? Why are you so insecure that you won't let anyone tell you that you are beautiful?"
Hermione blinked away the tears that were starting to form in the corners of her eyes. "I have to go, Draco. I have a test tomorrow. I'll see you later."
"Hermione! Wait, we have to finish talking about this." Draco reached out and grabbed her wrist, tugging her back to her seat. "I'm not letting you go until you agree with me."
Hermione pulled at her wrist, trying to pry his grip off her. Damn his giant-like hands, she thought. Finally, she stopped and sighed impatiently. "Fine, you want me to agree? I agree. There, now let me go."
Draco shook his head. "No, not good enough. Say that like you mean it."
"I'm beautiful."
"No. Try again."
"I'm beautiful."
"No."
"I'm bloody gorgeous. Now let me go!" Hermione pulled hard at her wrist and began to walk briskly out of the library and almost got away. Almost.
"Draco, stop following me! I have to go back to the dorms to study."
"Say that you're beautiful and mean it, and I'll let you go."
"I already did, three times, so let me go already!" Hermione pushed Draco aside and began running down the hall towards the Gryffindor dormitories. A few seconds later, she felt her shoulder being heaved backwards and nearly tripped down the stairs. "Draco! What are you doing!"
Not responding to her yells of fury at him, Draco pinned her up against a wall and stared directly at her, which she avoided. Draco took one of his hands off her shoulder and forced her chin to turn to him, making her look in his eyes. Hermione looked away, anywhere where he wasn't.
"Hermione, damn it, look at me!" Draco pounded the wall beside her, making her flinch, and finally her gaze met with his.
"Tell me you're beautiful."
Hermione didn't reply and instead continued to glower at him.
"Tell me."
"I'm beautiful."
"Not. Good. Enough."
"Draco, why do you want me to tell you that I'm beautiful? Is it really that important to you? That you have to shove me up against a wall to get me to say it?"
"How can I go out with the girl I love and want to marry if she doesn't first love herself? How can you say you love me if you can't love yourself? How can I bear to look at you and tell you how amazing and gorgeous you are if you aren't going to accept them? What else can I say for a girl that I've fallen for? Should I say that you're fat? That girls like Pansy are right and that you're ugly?"
Hermione was silenced by this.
"Tell me!" Draco stared directly into her eyes. "Should I?"
Her whisper was barely audible, but Draco heard it. "Yes."
He let go of her shoulders and she slumped to the floor like a limp doll with its strings cut. Draco turned away from her and closed his eyes, seeing red.
"You should go study for your test."
Hermione looked up, scared. "Please, Draco, I'm sorry—"
He cut her off. "Don't come looking for me again. I don't want to see your face. It disgusts me."
Hermione's eyes widen in shock and hurt. "Draco! Please, Draco, don't go. I love you!"
"No. You don't. If you can't learn to first love yourself, I can't believe you when you say that you love me." Draco turned around. "Was I your crutch? I was there to help you feel better about yourself when you were down?" He stared down at her, one last time. "I hate you."
And he walked away. His words stabbed Hermione in her heart, leaving her bleeding on the floor, crying to herself.
I'm ugly.
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AN: Okay, that was harsh. I even think it's harsh. I'm not going to make a continuance of this story, because if you've read my other stories, you'll know that I'm horrible at updating. . . . SORRY! I think I may be breaking out of writer's block, but back to the story!
If you want a happy version, please R&R and tell me, or else Hermione's will be all sad forever and there won't be a happily ever after for my fav. pair. HELP SAVE THE UNICORNS! And Dramione!
Love, dramione917.
