Disclaimer: I write strictly for enjoyment, definitely not for profit. I own nothing from the world of Harry Potter. Even though it is close, I'm MJK, not JKR. I also own nothing from 10 Thing I Hate About You. The plotismine. Please note, If Draco Malfoy didbelong to me, Iwould not be reading fanfiction, let alone, writing it. My bed would be an very interesting and excitingplace. However, in reality, it isn't.
Author's Note: Summer is here! When everyone else's life is getting more exciting, mine is becoming boring. I have become a hobbit, sitting in my room while everyone is out swimming and tanning and doing summery things. I've pretty much watched every film in my extensive collection, and while I was watching 10 Things I Hate About You and mourning the death of someone so talented, and extremely sexy, as Heath Ledger, the idea to do this 12 chapter (that number is subject to change) fanfiction popped into my head. I do hope you like it. Read and review, constructive critism is definitely welcome. However, flaming is as unwelcome as a sunburn and sand in your shorts.
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I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
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Ten Things I Hate About You.
meganxrawr.
Prologue.
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Oh, he had done it this time! Draco Malfoy, my boy.. ex-boyfriend, had finally pushed me way too far. Oh, I know what you're thinking. Hermione Granger, brightest witch of the decade, bushy haired, plain Hermione, with Draco Malfoy, blonde, smirky, oh-so-sexy, Draco Malfoy. It's not that unbelievable! Really! We have a lot in common. We both are extremely intelligent, we both love chocolate, books, office supply stores and bubble baths. But, he loves quidditch, while I really cannot fathom how anyone could love putting themself in such a dangerous position. He likes loud rock music, while I prefer soft classical and jazz. He spends more time on his hair in one week than I think I'll ever spend, in my whole lifetime. It's really not that weird, for us to be together, is it?
The war has been over for 5 years, and we have been finished with Hogwart's for a little less than that. Draco had joined the light side, like no one saw that coming. Harry, with the help of all of us, of course, had defeated Voldemort, and we had successfully rounded up most of the extreme death eaters. Lucius Malfoy and Bellatrix Black had been among them, while Narcissa had been among the dead we had cleared. Draco had been the one to lock Lucius away, and had had no qualms about it. Draco had suffered a lot, along with watching his mother suffer, at the hands of the elder Malfoy. Seeing Narcissa's limp corpse had been extremely painful for him, but he had gradually went through all the stages of loss. It has only been recently that he has entered the final stage; acceptance.
Anyway, we have been together since the final battle. I mean, all that rivalry in school, all the tension, it was really just a smokescreen. We found out shortly after, and I mean very shortly after, the final battle that all that tension was sexual. Yes, I said it. Sexual. It turns out that we are explosive in bed. Extremely. And all those rumors that had circulated Hogwart's, about Draco being a sex machine, they were lies. He was way more than a sex machine. He was a sex god! So between fighting with each other, and having amazing makeup sex, Draco and I had fell in love. I'm not saying that everything was perfect after we had both confessed our feelings for each other were way more than sex, merlin, we're broken up now, aren't we?
Oh, you had forgotten about that, had you? Well, I'm very sorry that I got caught in a rant, but I had to give you a rundown of the last couple years, and how someone so...smart as myself had ended up with... the vile and loathsome cockroach that is Draco Malfoy. You want to know what he did, that had made me so angry, someone who had been called every name in the Big Book Of Insults by the ferret himself? He had called me...mudblood!
I know what you must be thinking. Mudblood is the most common insult in Draco Malfoy's Big Book of Ways to Insult Hermione Granger. But, I thought that was in the past. Seriously, the war was over! More and more people were entering relationships regardless of blood. Draco had made me believe that he was nothing like his father, and that blood didn't matter to him. He had made me believe that he loved me! Sure, we've had fights before, and there had been name calling, and broken objects, and there had even once been a problem with a hex called in anger, that had resulted in Draco having hair that resembled a rainbow. But never in our five year relationship had he referred to me as mudblood. That was the final straw.
I had warmed up to Pansy, with her pug face and annoying voice, and Blaise, with his never ending supply of blonde jokes and the fact that he couldn't keep his feet off of my furniture. I had gotten used to having to put the seat down on the toilet, no matter how much I told Draco that I hated it. I had even gotten used to picking up his dirty socks, the huge supply of hair products that had taken over my side of the shelf in the bathroom, the hogging of the blankets in our shared bed, and the constant smuggling of my chocolate stash, no matter where I hid it. I had stayed calm when he had broken Ron's nose in a fight over who would pick the movie we were supposed to watch. I had even stayed calm when we were later kicked out of the theatre because they couldn't agree and would not even consider letting me pick, in fear that they would have to watch a dreaded 'chick-flick'.
But I had not stayed calm when he had called me 'mudblood'. His eyes, the eyes that I loved so much, the eyes that were like molten silver, the eyes that heated whenever they rested on me, had turned icy cold and blank. The smirk that I had detested all through my Hogwart's days had tightened his beautiful lips, and the voice that gave me shivers without fail, the low baritone rumble that twisted my knickers daily, uttered that hateful word. It was too much for me.
I didn't say a word. I knew the melted chocolate color of my eyes had hardened. I knew that there was a lump in my throat that I had a whole lot of trouble trying to swallow around. I knew that I had to try very hard to keep the tears from overflowing unto my cheeks. And while I was trying so hard to look calm and unaffected on the outside, inside, my heart had shattered. I know, the heart cannot actually break and the person still survive, but I don't actually know how I survived the pain that was my heartbreak.
It was like someone had ripped open my chest and carved my heart out with a rusty butter knife. It was like having three elephants sitting on my chest, while water slowly filled my lungs. I couldn't breathe. I actually had to use the strength that I wasn't using to hold back tears to keep myself from collapsing and curling into a little ball of nothingness. I did all this without breaking eye contact. My mouth opened and uttered three words that had never passed my lips before. 'I hate you.' I then turned swiftly on my heel and disapparated from the bedroom of the house that had been ours for three years. The house we had planned on raising our children in. The house that sheltered the 6'4'' blonde slytherin who fell to his knees and wept like a child, at exactly the same time that the 5'6'' brunette gryffindor laid her head on the soft grass in a muggle park and cried until the force of her sobs wracked her entire body. Together, but apart, the two cried until there were no tears left to cry.
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Author's Note: That's the prologue. It's now pretty close to two in the morning, but that's what summers are for. Staying up all night and sleeping all day.
I do hope you enjoy this, really. If you don't, well, that's just too bad. I'll finish this one, and just come read it myself, if I have to.I will try to update very soon. I don't want this fic to take all summer, or flow into the fall. September brings my senior year of highschool, a year that contains two advanced math courses, biology and chemistry.
Plus all the plans for graduation, my New York City metro and the arts tour and university planning.
Read and review, you know what to do.
Oh look, I'm a poet, and I didn't even know it!
-mjk.