Chapter 2:
Draco's POV:
I ran a sink full of water and splashed it over my face. What the hell had I just done? Of all the stupid things I could do right now, kissing Hermione bloody Granger was probably the worst of them and yet I couldn't bring myself to regret it. I couldn't tell myself I had done the wrong stupif thing, yes, but not the wrong thing. I didn't need the added complication but it still felt so right.I hadn't the fact that I know nothing could come of this. Me and Hermione were exact opposites. Slytherin and Gryfindor. Bad and good. Right and wrong. We were on the opposite side of the looming fight. I couldn't be with someone like her. I couldn't be as honest as I had been tonight all the time and yet part of me wanted of me wanted to give up on the act and just be myself but I was too scared to. I wasthe tough, mean Slytherin boy who hid behind the power of his father, that's who I had to be. And I couldn't let that change. I couldn't let people see the scared boy who hated his father. I couldn'tlet the world know how I felt. And it didn't matter anyway, if Hermione knew the truth she'd never want anything to do with me. If she knew what I had to do she'd hate me.
Or maybe she could help me?
No, I couldn't think like that. She couldn't help me. No one could.
I looked into the mirror and scutinized the image shown in it. I looked pathetic. My face was slightly red from the water splashed on it and from the desperate tears I'd been forcing back. No one could help me because nothing could stop what was going to happen. No one could do anything. I had to do this, no matter how much I hated it. I knew it was the right thing to do, to ignore what happened tonight and go on as normal, but the bigger part of me didn't want to. The bigger part of me wanted to see Hermione again. I trusted her. I barely even knew her, but I knew I could trust her. I knew, when she said she wouldn't tell anyone that that meant no exception. I knew anything I said to her would stay between us. Anything but that. I couldn't tell her. I couldn't speak to her again, unless it was like before. I had to go on like normal. I had to... but I didn't want to.
Hermione POV:
I went straight back to the Gryfindor tower, and got into bed. Sleep was the last thing on my mind though. I tried to make sense of what happened, but it all seemed a mess. It seemed like one minute I'd been upset about Ron, and the next minute I'd been kissing Draco. It didn't make any sense, and part of me was sure it wasn't real. Draco Malfoy hated me, there's no way he'd kiss me. But I could still feel it, I knew it was real. I knew it had happened. He had been so different, so gentle, so loving, so scared, and yet only moments later he had gone back to the way he'd always been. He told me he didn't want to be his father, then told me this never happened. He told me that was the truth, then walked away. I couldn't get my head around it. Was that how he truly felt or was how he usually acted the truth? Had he been acted for so long that being honest had scared him, or had it been a moment of weakness that he insteadly regretted?
'What's up?' Ginny asked coming into the room and sitting on her bed.
'Nothing' I replied, not even bothering to sit up from my laid position.
'Is it my brother?' asked Ginny.
I could've laughed but it wasn't funny. It had been Ron. I thought it was confusing when I was upset about Ron, but it seemed that then I didn't even know the meaning of the word confusion.
'Nothing's wrong, Ginny' I repeated.
How did I feel? Did it even matter, after all Draco wanted to pretend it never happened. But it mattered to me. I was so unsure about how I felt. I was sure I loved Ron, even though I wouldn't have admitted it, but now I was so unsure. I returned Draco's kiss, it had felt so natural.
Was I falling for someone I thought I hated?
A/N: When I said 'Should I write more' I didn't expect 13 reviews all asking for more, you know. lol. Please ignore my rubbish spelling, I'm writing this on word-pad! Also sorry it's short! R&R!