Disclaimer- Still don't own anything.
Harry and Ron finally caught up with Hermoine at lunch time. She was sitting at the Griffindor table looking rather mad.
"What happened?" asked Harry.
"I couldn't take it any more," said Hermoine.
"I don't blame you," said Ron, "Do you want me to hurt him for you?" He tried to put his arm around Hermoine again, but this time she brushed him off.
"No, that's alright," she said as she left the table. "I'll see you next peroid. I just need time alone."
She walked slowly down to the library. Hopefully a good book can take my mind off this, she thought. As she walked, everything came flooding into her mind. How could Ron like me? Why am I so depressed? Why is Draco such a jerk? She sat down in a secluded part of the library, opened a book, but found that it couldn't take her mind off things. She started to softly cry.
"Hey," said a voice above her. Hermione wiped her eyes and looked up to see Draco Malfoy standing over her.
"What do you want?" she said in a cold voice.
"I…," he stammered, "I want to say I'm sorry." Hermione gave him a quizzical look. "I know that I've been really mean to you. I guess I'm just jealous."
"Why in the world are you jealous of me?" she asked.
"You're so smart! You don't have to do anything to pass a class with flying colors. The teachers love you. You're going places."
"Believe me, I work to pass my classes with flying colors. I practically live in the library. Not all of the teachers love me; Snape hates me. And right now I'm very lost."
"Well, with you everything will turn out alright," he said. He smiled, turned around and left.
Hermione was left very confused. He used to hate me. What happened?
The next day they had double potions. Luckly, Snape didn't partner them up this time, so Hermione worked with Neville. He was being rather good about not messing things up today, ofcourse, Hermione didn't really give him that much to do.
Earlier that day, Malfoy had passed her in the hallways. This time he didn't smirk, though. This time he accually smiled. She had seen a significant drop in snickering comments made about her. Although there were no such drop made in snickering comments about Harry or Ron.
When class was over, Hermione stayed behind to clean up some rose acid that Neville had spilled. When she was done, she expected to find Harry or (more likely) Ron waiting for her. Instead, to her utter surprise, she found Malfoy. He was without his two usual thugs.
"Hello," he said cheerfully.
"Draco, you're scaring me," said Hermione. He laughed.
"I was waiting anyways. I wanted to talk to Professor Snape about…er…something, and I decided to wait for you."
"Ok…" said Hermione timidly.
As they walked down the corridor, she found that he was not all that repulsive. He accually knew a lot. He was quite funny also.
"So, you never anwsered my question," said Hermione finally, "Why do you hate us?"
"Well, I thought it was obvious," said Draco.
"Because of Harry?"
Draco nodded his head.
"You see, because of Harry, my family got into a lot of trouble. I wouldn't be here if the courts didn't believe that we were under a spell. Ofcourse, I was too little at the time to remember all of this…"
"We're at the dining room," said Hermione.
"What?" said Draco abruptly. Hermione pointed to the door that was next to them. "Oh, right. Bye then." He made sure that no one saw him and went quitely over to his table. Hermione didn't really feel hungry, and there were some new curses that she felt like studying (or other things she would rather be doing than to feel totally uncomfterable around Ron) and went into the Griffindor common room. There wasn't anyone else in there, except for Shannon Hochman. She sat down, and thought to her self, "Draco's smile was the best thing I've seen all day."
Harry and Ron finally caught up with Hermoine at lunch time. She was sitting at the Griffindor table looking rather mad.
"What happened?" asked Harry.
"I couldn't take it any more," said Hermoine.
"I don't blame you," said Ron, "Do you want me to hurt him for you?" He tried to put his arm around Hermoine again, but this time she brushed him off.
"No, that's alright," she said as she left the table. "I'll see you next peroid. I just need time alone."
She walked slowly down to the library. Hopefully a good book can take my mind off this, she thought. As she walked, everything came flooding into her mind. How could Ron like me? Why am I so depressed? Why is Draco such a jerk? She sat down in a secluded part of the library, opened a book, but found that it couldn't take her mind off things. She started to softly cry.
"Hey," said a voice above her. Hermione wiped her eyes and looked up to see Draco Malfoy standing over her.
"What do you want?" she said in a cold voice.
"I…," he stammered, "I want to say I'm sorry." Hermione gave him a quizzical look. "I know that I've been really mean to you. I guess I'm just jealous."
"Why in the world are you jealous of me?" she asked.
"You're so smart! You don't have to do anything to pass a class with flying colors. The teachers love you. You're going places."
"Believe me, I work to pass my classes with flying colors. I practically live in the library. Not all of the teachers love me; Snape hates me. And right now I'm very lost."
"Well, with you everything will turn out alright," he said. He smiled, turned around and left.
Hermione was left very confused. He used to hate me. What happened?
The next day they had double potions. Luckly, Snape didn't partner them up this time, so Hermione worked with Neville. He was being rather good about not messing things up today, ofcourse, Hermione didn't really give him that much to do.
Earlier that day, Malfoy had passed her in the hallways. This time he didn't smirk, though. This time he accually smiled. She had seen a significant drop in snickering comments made about her. Although there were no such drop made in snickering comments about Harry or Ron.
When class was over, Hermione stayed behind to clean up some rose acid that Neville had spilled. When she was done, she expected to find Harry or (more likely) Ron waiting for her. Instead, to her utter surprise, she found Malfoy. He was without his two usual thugs.
"Hello," he said cheerfully.
"Draco, you're scaring me," said Hermione. He laughed.
"I was waiting anyways. I wanted to talk to Professor Snape about…er…something, and I decided to wait for you."
"Ok…" said Hermione timidly.
As they walked down the corridor, she found that he was not all that repulsive. He accually knew a lot. He was quite funny also.
"So, you never anwsered my question," said Hermione finally, "Why do you hate us?"
"Well, I thought it was obvious," said Draco.
"Because of Harry?"
Draco nodded his head.
"You see, because of Harry, my family got into a lot of trouble. I wouldn't be here if the courts didn't believe that we were under a spell. Ofcourse, I was too little at the time to remember all of this…"
"We're at the dining room," said Hermione.
"What?" said Draco abruptly. Hermione pointed to the door that was next to them. "Oh, right. Bye then." He made sure that no one saw him and went quitely over to his table. Hermione didn't really feel hungry, and there were some new curses that she felt like studying (or other things she would rather be doing than to feel totally uncomfterable around Ron) and went into the Griffindor common room. There wasn't anyone else in there, except for Shannon Hochman. She sat down, and thought to her self, "Draco's smile was the best thing I've seen all day."