AN: I DID IT! I DID IT! I finally started my friggin' sequel. I know,
you're overly excited right now...right? lol, well, the summary sucks...
but heres what the story is about.
Hermione's like a love sick puppy, and it seems like Draco is too. But once Hermione finds out a secret, it seems like her world is over. Maybe it's her, maybe it's him, those are her thoughts. Maybe she needs a drastic change to... win him back.
I know, it gave away too much. But go ahead and read anyway.
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Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy walked down the Entrance Hall hand in hand, grinning stupidly at each other as they spoke. Everyone seemed to watch them everywhere they went, as if the sight of the two was like the newest celebrity gossip being witnessed first hand. Of course, they didn't see or hear it. They were lost in each other... and it had been like this since October, two months ago.
"You know, I think Professor Snape is starting to really dislike me." Draco said thoughtfully, squeezing Hermione's hand gently. "Could it be because of... oh, me by chance?" she replied sarcastically, giggling under her breath. He smirked and took her into his arms with a snap. "It's funny, I can't say I really care." he murmured softly, gazing into her eyes. She smiled warmly before they shared a kiss, then started off once more; with his arm around her waist.
Hermione seemed to be in heaven every moment that she was with Draco. He was attentive, funny, and believe it or not; very sweet. He always gave the impression that she was the only one he saw in a crowded room, like every other girl in the place was a pawn next to Hermione. She relished in the attention he gave her, and was enthralled with the way he acted as though he always had to be touching her at every moment. Sure, some people found this display disgusting (i.e.- Pansy, His father Lucius, Snape...), but she didn't give it a second thought. And she smiled everytime she figured he didn't either.
She wrapped her arm around the small of his back loosely and rested her head upon his shoulder. He grazed his lips to her forehead as he watched Snape passing. His lips were thin, and he was greasier than ever. "Mr. Malfoy, Miss Granger, I'd think you would be doing you're assignment rather than dilly dallying about here." he said coldly. He was glaring at them, his cold black eyes as narrow as ever. "Of course, Professor. But you see, I'lll be going home for Christmas... I'd like to spend time with Miss Granger, rather than do some boring assignment." Draco said coolly, smiling.
"You aren't leaving for another week, Mr. Malfoy."
"Exactly, I want to spend every waking moment."
They stared at each other another moment before Snape muttered something under his breath and walked off. Hermione was giggling insanely. "I can't believe you'd actually mouth off to Snape like that Draco, I mean... he does know your father, after all."
"Who doesn't know my father? Beside which, I don't care what that old greasy git says. I can handle it."
She looked apprehensively at him for another moment before he smiled lazily. "I love you."
A gasp was caught in her throat. "Really?" she asked quietly. He pressed his lips together softly and nodded, as if holding back tears. She bit her bottom lip and flashed him a watery smile before wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him. It was the closest thing she had to heaven at the moment... and it was all she could've hoped for.
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"It's peculiar, you know? I mean... we hated each other for so many years and just suddenly it's like... poof!" Hermione gushed to her best friends. Harry and Ron stared fixedly at their parchments. They sat in the library, doing work as they always were. Hermione had been babbling like a love sick fool for what seemed like hours. The boys agreed that nodding and smiling would keep her from being suspicious, and they were right.
"It is peculiar." Ron muttered so only Harry could hear. "She's dating the anti-christ and I'm still girlfriend-less. How'd that happen?" Harry sniggered under his breath, then turned it into more of a cough when she arched her eyebrow at him.
"Well boys, I think I'm going to head up to the common room. Bit distracted here really. I'll see you later." she packed up her things and quietly made her way out of the library. Maybe she'd go look for Draco, it'd be a logical thing to do, he was - after all - what was occupying her mind. That, she decided, would be the thing to do, and turned down the corridor... away from Gryffindor.
A noise made her stop instantly. It was like a gasp, coming from her left. The Room of Requirement sat there, looking as plain as ever. She furrowed her eyebrows. The door was ajar, and she could hear quiet murmurs and giggling. She figured it was some couple, looking for a place to hide away, and was going to leave it alone.
But growing curiousity and paranoia flooded her veins, and she found herself quietly setting her bag on the floor. The mumbles and giggles grew louder as she stepped closer. The opened door was taunting her to go on, though her conscience was screaming to stay away. The taunts took hold of her brain, and she opened it slowly.
She did not expect to see the sight she saw. Draco, standing between Lavender Browns thighs, his handing clasping her waist and his lips gently kissing her neck. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, and her head was thrown back in a sort of blissful look. Hermione wanted to do nothing more than throw up, right there. She inhaled deeply, then exhaled before putting on her most sarcastic voice.
"Oh yes, Draco, thats really loving me."
She didn't even give him time to respond. She turned on her heel and headed back out the door, scooping up her bag angrily and sprinting away. She wasn't sure if he had even followed her, and at that moment she didn't care. How could she have been stupid enough to believe him? His voice resounded in her head, always saying "I love you."
'No you don't, you wouldn't be in that room with Lavender if you did.' she thought angrily, throwing her bag against the stone wall. She could hear a few glass ink wells shattering inside her bag, and a moment later black ink was spilling onto everything. Her chest heaved with growing anger. She felt so betrayed, so in the wrong for witnessing that. It was no wonder tears were springing to her eyes as she slid onto the floor.
"Damn it."
Hermione's like a love sick puppy, and it seems like Draco is too. But once Hermione finds out a secret, it seems like her world is over. Maybe it's her, maybe it's him, those are her thoughts. Maybe she needs a drastic change to... win him back.
I know, it gave away too much. But go ahead and read anyway.
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Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy walked down the Entrance Hall hand in hand, grinning stupidly at each other as they spoke. Everyone seemed to watch them everywhere they went, as if the sight of the two was like the newest celebrity gossip being witnessed first hand. Of course, they didn't see or hear it. They were lost in each other... and it had been like this since October, two months ago.
"You know, I think Professor Snape is starting to really dislike me." Draco said thoughtfully, squeezing Hermione's hand gently. "Could it be because of... oh, me by chance?" she replied sarcastically, giggling under her breath. He smirked and took her into his arms with a snap. "It's funny, I can't say I really care." he murmured softly, gazing into her eyes. She smiled warmly before they shared a kiss, then started off once more; with his arm around her waist.
Hermione seemed to be in heaven every moment that she was with Draco. He was attentive, funny, and believe it or not; very sweet. He always gave the impression that she was the only one he saw in a crowded room, like every other girl in the place was a pawn next to Hermione. She relished in the attention he gave her, and was enthralled with the way he acted as though he always had to be touching her at every moment. Sure, some people found this display disgusting (i.e.- Pansy, His father Lucius, Snape...), but she didn't give it a second thought. And she smiled everytime she figured he didn't either.
She wrapped her arm around the small of his back loosely and rested her head upon his shoulder. He grazed his lips to her forehead as he watched Snape passing. His lips were thin, and he was greasier than ever. "Mr. Malfoy, Miss Granger, I'd think you would be doing you're assignment rather than dilly dallying about here." he said coldly. He was glaring at them, his cold black eyes as narrow as ever. "Of course, Professor. But you see, I'lll be going home for Christmas... I'd like to spend time with Miss Granger, rather than do some boring assignment." Draco said coolly, smiling.
"You aren't leaving for another week, Mr. Malfoy."
"Exactly, I want to spend every waking moment."
They stared at each other another moment before Snape muttered something under his breath and walked off. Hermione was giggling insanely. "I can't believe you'd actually mouth off to Snape like that Draco, I mean... he does know your father, after all."
"Who doesn't know my father? Beside which, I don't care what that old greasy git says. I can handle it."
She looked apprehensively at him for another moment before he smiled lazily. "I love you."
A gasp was caught in her throat. "Really?" she asked quietly. He pressed his lips together softly and nodded, as if holding back tears. She bit her bottom lip and flashed him a watery smile before wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him. It was the closest thing she had to heaven at the moment... and it was all she could've hoped for.
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"It's peculiar, you know? I mean... we hated each other for so many years and just suddenly it's like... poof!" Hermione gushed to her best friends. Harry and Ron stared fixedly at their parchments. They sat in the library, doing work as they always were. Hermione had been babbling like a love sick fool for what seemed like hours. The boys agreed that nodding and smiling would keep her from being suspicious, and they were right.
"It is peculiar." Ron muttered so only Harry could hear. "She's dating the anti-christ and I'm still girlfriend-less. How'd that happen?" Harry sniggered under his breath, then turned it into more of a cough when she arched her eyebrow at him.
"Well boys, I think I'm going to head up to the common room. Bit distracted here really. I'll see you later." she packed up her things and quietly made her way out of the library. Maybe she'd go look for Draco, it'd be a logical thing to do, he was - after all - what was occupying her mind. That, she decided, would be the thing to do, and turned down the corridor... away from Gryffindor.
A noise made her stop instantly. It was like a gasp, coming from her left. The Room of Requirement sat there, looking as plain as ever. She furrowed her eyebrows. The door was ajar, and she could hear quiet murmurs and giggling. She figured it was some couple, looking for a place to hide away, and was going to leave it alone.
But growing curiousity and paranoia flooded her veins, and she found herself quietly setting her bag on the floor. The mumbles and giggles grew louder as she stepped closer. The opened door was taunting her to go on, though her conscience was screaming to stay away. The taunts took hold of her brain, and she opened it slowly.
She did not expect to see the sight she saw. Draco, standing between Lavender Browns thighs, his handing clasping her waist and his lips gently kissing her neck. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, and her head was thrown back in a sort of blissful look. Hermione wanted to do nothing more than throw up, right there. She inhaled deeply, then exhaled before putting on her most sarcastic voice.
"Oh yes, Draco, thats really loving me."
She didn't even give him time to respond. She turned on her heel and headed back out the door, scooping up her bag angrily and sprinting away. She wasn't sure if he had even followed her, and at that moment she didn't care. How could she have been stupid enough to believe him? His voice resounded in her head, always saying "I love you."
'No you don't, you wouldn't be in that room with Lavender if you did.' she thought angrily, throwing her bag against the stone wall. She could hear a few glass ink wells shattering inside her bag, and a moment later black ink was spilling onto everything. Her chest heaved with growing anger. She felt so betrayed, so in the wrong for witnessing that. It was no wonder tears were springing to her eyes as she slid onto the floor.
"Damn it."