A/N: Ok, this is my first story, so don't laugh or anything. And I hope you can give some good reviews! Enjoy!
********************************
"I don't know why you even *try*, Mudblood. You couldn't catch the snitch if it was right in front of your nose!", Malfoy yelled across the Quidditch field as his team carried him high in the air, expressing their joy from winning the the second to last Quidditch game of the season. The Gryffindors losing this one caused them to not get to go on to the Quidditch final, which made all of them very blue.
Hermione didn't answer to his comment. She was more worried about her secret feelings for Malfoy, as her team walked back to the locker rooms, to get ready for dinner up at the castle.
She had loved him since about 3 months ago, when he had practically saved her life. Voldemort had taken Harry Potter and Hermione in the attempt to kill them both. But as Draco's father being a Death Eater, Malfoy had caught wind of Harry's and Hermione's kidnapping, and Voldemort's plans to kill them both, to rise to power even more. So Malfoy went to risk his life, in his feelings for Hermione, to save her. And he had succeeded, but barely, as now he had suffered minor damage to his whole body from an extensive Cruciatus Curse. But now Harry was dead, as Malfoy had arrived at the scene only right after Voldemort had killed Harry. Now, after that event, Hermione and Malfoy often just ignored each other, and didn't even make eye contact in the halls.
Hermione thought about those horrible, painful events over in her head as she changed in the locker rooms. She still had the long cut on her arm from when one of Voldemorts servants had taken blood from her, and Harry. People often asked her about her cut, but she never really told anyone about it.
"Hermione, are you ready?", a voice loomed in her head. "Hermione?"
"Hm? wha...?", she replied as she suddenly snapped out of her thoughts. Ron Weasley, the Gryffindor keeper, and Hermione's best friend, was trying to shake her back to reality. She was standing there, already changed, with her Nimbus Two-Thousand and One clutched in her hand. Hermione was seeker now, as she was the only one who really wanted to do the part as Harry was no longer with them.
"Come on, let's go back up to the castle, everyone's already left." Ron said as he started off to the broom shed. Hermione started after him, and put her broom in broom shed, next to Ron's. "Thinking about that night again, were'nt you, Hermione?" Ron asked as they walked together up to dinner.
"What makes you ask that?", she replied in a kind of undertone.
"Well, you were just standing there for about 5 minutes, staring the scar on your arm, thats all."
"Oh. I guess your right, Ron. But I also can't help thinking why Malfoy acts sour towards me sometimes, when he almost risked his own life to save me. And I have'nt even said anything to him since then. But I think I am kind of in-" Hermione stopped suddenly. She had almost told Ron that she was *kind of* in love with him. And she knew that Ron would like that at all one bit, as they had been going out for a while now.
"Kind of what Hermione?" Ron asked, he looked a little confused.
"Oh, its....its nothing."
"Look," Ron put his arm around her and gave her a comforting sqeeze as they walked. "its alright, you can tell me anything, but I'll understand if you don't want to talk right now." They had stopped, and were looking at each other in bright sun. He gave her a hug, and she returned it. She found out that this was something she needed right now, someone to comfort and love her. Hermione missed Harry so much, and she didn't know why she had to think of Malfoy and that night all the time. They were now at the doors to the Entrance Hall, and so they continued on to the Great Hall. They were late of course, having stopped out on the lawn. Students were talking, laughing, and eating as they mad their way to the Gryffindor table, and found themselves a seat. It was their seventh and final year at Hogwarts.
Hermione sat there eating silently next to Ron, thinking about Malfoy again. She knew she liked him a lot, or did she? She didn't know how she could love someone like him, but then again, she never knew she would ever go out with Ron a few years back, either. 'But it is possible for opposites to attract,' she thought, 'maybe it isn't so unlikely that I might love someone like Malfoy.' Then she started wondering whether *he* might like *her*. It might've been true, because why would he save her from the darkest wizard of all time, if he didn't. It was all puzzling to her, so she stopped thinking about it, and continued eating her food. She had other things to worry about, like her big History of Magic essay that was due 3 days from now. So she finished eating, and started to get up to go the library like usual.
"Where are you going? The library I'm thinking? And, let me guess, you are going to work on....another essay....which probably isn't due until about a week and a half from now...?" Ron asked sarcastically as she got up. He knew this annoyed her, but sometimes it gave her a little laugh.
"Actually yes. It's Professor Binns' essay on early methods of vampire hunting, remember? That is due, oh, about in 3 days? I'm betting you haven't finished it, huh?" She chuckled as she looked at his shocked face, obviously he hadn't even started it, or even thought of it until now.
"Oh crap, your right! I haven't even started on it. Will you help me on it Hermione...dear...sweetheart...love of my life?" Usually these little compliments also cheered Hermione up, too. She agreed, smiling, and the left for the library together hand in hand. She loved Ron very much and could often express it, but she found it very difficult to express her love to Draco, as he would probably refer to her as "Mudblood" anytime she would try to talk to him in halls when Ron wasn't around.
********************************
"I don't know why you even *try*, Mudblood. You couldn't catch the snitch if it was right in front of your nose!", Malfoy yelled across the Quidditch field as his team carried him high in the air, expressing their joy from winning the the second to last Quidditch game of the season. The Gryffindors losing this one caused them to not get to go on to the Quidditch final, which made all of them very blue.
Hermione didn't answer to his comment. She was more worried about her secret feelings for Malfoy, as her team walked back to the locker rooms, to get ready for dinner up at the castle.
She had loved him since about 3 months ago, when he had practically saved her life. Voldemort had taken Harry Potter and Hermione in the attempt to kill them both. But as Draco's father being a Death Eater, Malfoy had caught wind of Harry's and Hermione's kidnapping, and Voldemort's plans to kill them both, to rise to power even more. So Malfoy went to risk his life, in his feelings for Hermione, to save her. And he had succeeded, but barely, as now he had suffered minor damage to his whole body from an extensive Cruciatus Curse. But now Harry was dead, as Malfoy had arrived at the scene only right after Voldemort had killed Harry. Now, after that event, Hermione and Malfoy often just ignored each other, and didn't even make eye contact in the halls.
Hermione thought about those horrible, painful events over in her head as she changed in the locker rooms. She still had the long cut on her arm from when one of Voldemorts servants had taken blood from her, and Harry. People often asked her about her cut, but she never really told anyone about it.
"Hermione, are you ready?", a voice loomed in her head. "Hermione?"
"Hm? wha...?", she replied as she suddenly snapped out of her thoughts. Ron Weasley, the Gryffindor keeper, and Hermione's best friend, was trying to shake her back to reality. She was standing there, already changed, with her Nimbus Two-Thousand and One clutched in her hand. Hermione was seeker now, as she was the only one who really wanted to do the part as Harry was no longer with them.
"Come on, let's go back up to the castle, everyone's already left." Ron said as he started off to the broom shed. Hermione started after him, and put her broom in broom shed, next to Ron's. "Thinking about that night again, were'nt you, Hermione?" Ron asked as they walked together up to dinner.
"What makes you ask that?", she replied in a kind of undertone.
"Well, you were just standing there for about 5 minutes, staring the scar on your arm, thats all."
"Oh. I guess your right, Ron. But I also can't help thinking why Malfoy acts sour towards me sometimes, when he almost risked his own life to save me. And I have'nt even said anything to him since then. But I think I am kind of in-" Hermione stopped suddenly. She had almost told Ron that she was *kind of* in love with him. And she knew that Ron would like that at all one bit, as they had been going out for a while now.
"Kind of what Hermione?" Ron asked, he looked a little confused.
"Oh, its....its nothing."
"Look," Ron put his arm around her and gave her a comforting sqeeze as they walked. "its alright, you can tell me anything, but I'll understand if you don't want to talk right now." They had stopped, and were looking at each other in bright sun. He gave her a hug, and she returned it. She found out that this was something she needed right now, someone to comfort and love her. Hermione missed Harry so much, and she didn't know why she had to think of Malfoy and that night all the time. They were now at the doors to the Entrance Hall, and so they continued on to the Great Hall. They were late of course, having stopped out on the lawn. Students were talking, laughing, and eating as they mad their way to the Gryffindor table, and found themselves a seat. It was their seventh and final year at Hogwarts.
Hermione sat there eating silently next to Ron, thinking about Malfoy again. She knew she liked him a lot, or did she? She didn't know how she could love someone like him, but then again, she never knew she would ever go out with Ron a few years back, either. 'But it is possible for opposites to attract,' she thought, 'maybe it isn't so unlikely that I might love someone like Malfoy.' Then she started wondering whether *he* might like *her*. It might've been true, because why would he save her from the darkest wizard of all time, if he didn't. It was all puzzling to her, so she stopped thinking about it, and continued eating her food. She had other things to worry about, like her big History of Magic essay that was due 3 days from now. So she finished eating, and started to get up to go the library like usual.
"Where are you going? The library I'm thinking? And, let me guess, you are going to work on....another essay....which probably isn't due until about a week and a half from now...?" Ron asked sarcastically as she got up. He knew this annoyed her, but sometimes it gave her a little laugh.
"Actually yes. It's Professor Binns' essay on early methods of vampire hunting, remember? That is due, oh, about in 3 days? I'm betting you haven't finished it, huh?" She chuckled as she looked at his shocked face, obviously he hadn't even started it, or even thought of it until now.
"Oh crap, your right! I haven't even started on it. Will you help me on it Hermione...dear...sweetheart...love of my life?" Usually these little compliments also cheered Hermione up, too. She agreed, smiling, and the left for the library together hand in hand. She loved Ron very much and could often express it, but she found it very difficult to express her love to Draco, as he would probably refer to her as "Mudblood" anytime she would try to talk to him in halls when Ron wasn't around.