A/N hey all, I always hate writing beginnings of
stories, so that's why mine usually start out a little
rocky. This isn't my first FF that I've written, but
I have another account now so this will be my first on
this account. Hope you like it! Don't forget to
review!
Prologue
Hermione and Draco walked slowly around the lake for
the second time, and still neither one of them said a
word. They had just walked out of the dance that was
just about finished because they needed to talk, yet
neither one of them could explain what had just
happened. Neither one of them could put their
feelings in to words, at least not ones that would
make sense. So they both stayed silent, both knowing
that what had happened during the dance needed to end
and be forgotten, and soon.
But Hermione didn't want that. She wanted to
remember, she wanted Draco to remember.
"Draco…" She started, not quite knowing what to say.
He looked at her, hoping she would say first what he
dreaded he'd end up having to say.
"Listen…I'm not sure how you feel about…well, us…and
that kiss…but I wanted to let you know that even if it
didn't mean anything to you, it meant something to me.
And even if I mean nothing to you, you mean something
to me." She said.
Shit. That was definitely not what he wanted to hear
from her. Trust Granger to always make it hard on
him. He had so much to deal with at this moment, and
he didn't want her to get in the way, or to get hurt.
Yes he cared for her, but he was supposed to become a
death eater at the end of the summer unless he could
find a way out of it. And also, what would everyone
else say? How could she expect him to just drop his
reputation and future for her?
And it's all in how you mix the two, and it starts
just where the light exists, it's a feeling that you
cannot miss…
"Hermione, um, I don't know how to say this, but…" he
paused to take a deep breath. "I don't like you, I
mean, not in that way at least. Er, I do, but I mean,
I can't." Why did she always make him feel so awkward
about talking? Just being around her made him
stutter. He hated having to respond to what she said
with those words, but he didn't have a choice. It was
hard, especially when he saw the look on her face.
She looked as though she was holding back tears, and
it was immensely difficult.
And it burns a hole, through everyone that feels it.
Well you're never gonna find it if you're looking for
it won't come your way. Well you'll never find it, if
you're looking for it…
Hermione fought back the urge to suddenly cry
uncontrollably, and looked into Draco's eyes. There
was something there other than resentment. It almost
looked as though it were sadness or regret.
"I don't know your motives for lying to me, but it
needs to stop now. Maybe you're scared about what
people will say, but the facts are that we're in our
seventh year Draco. We are the head's of the school,
and are supposed to show maturity, and stand up for
what we believe in. The fact is, that we have the
rest of this year, and then peer pressure won't
matter. HOUSES won't matter. The fact is, that one
day, you're going to feel really stupid for lying to
me and more importantly, for lying to yourself."
Hermione stated, never breaking eye contact, and never
blinking. Hermione waited a minute for him to say
something. Anything. Instead he looked to the ground.
"I Should've known you were this much of a coward."
She said bitterly and walked back to the castle
leaving Draco standing there. She burst into tears as
soon as she opened the castle doors and kept crying as
she slowly climbed the never-ending stairs of
Hogwarts.
Should've done something but I've done it enough, by the way my hands were shaking, rather waste my time with you…
A/N How was it?