Chapter two

Something was terribly wrong with both of them, otherwise they wouldn't keep on doing this.

"I hate you." Yes, I hate you too, thank you very much.

It was common knowledge that the line between love and hate was so thin, that one- or rather them- could cross it back and forth more than once.

Daily.

It was madness, but reality.

And it didn't seem like there was something to do about it, did it?

They were lost.

You fight and scream, hurt and let each other down. And you can't leave the reason for all the pain, because that would be the end of your miserable life.

Madness. Frustration, desperation, angst, anger, the joy when you loose yourself and those moments when everything is perfect, and the world is a wonderful place and love is something beautiful.

And then you make a mistake. And slowly everything you built up together cracks, and then explodes in thousands of bleeding pieces because of uncontrolled fights.

There they were again, fighting over barely nothing.

It couldn't be healthy. It couldn't be normal, damn it!

Because both of them lost their self-control and screamed stuff they didn't mean and would come to regret. And still, each time getting a little bit worse.

"I hate you." It didn't surprise her, though, even if it did hurt ever so much. Immediately she strike back, harder, in revenge.

Oh sweet revenge.

"It's over."

His stormy grey eyes widened and he jerked back as in pain, before he could cover it by furiousness.

"You don't mean that", he growled. He looked so painfully familiar with that beautiful, blonde, messy hair, the powerful emotions written all over his handsome face and the white shirt unbuttoned, its colour as pale as his own skin.

Well, except for the colour of his face when he was angry.

Trust Hermione to know that.

"Yes I do." She didn't see any reason for not lying when he did. Oh, how she loved the way he lied.

He clenched his fists and she knew she didn't imagined that his whole body convulsed.

"Fucking bitch!"

She thought she would feel good if she hurt him like this, but she didn't.

She only felt pain.

Hurting him was painful.

Why did she never learn that?

Draco tried to calm down. She saw it. But he had held the angst in chains for too long, and now they were at the edge of breaking free.

He would slap her.

He'd never, ever hurt her physically before, but she guessed she deserved it. In fact, she wanted him to hit her, because maybe it would make him feel at least a tiny bit better.

But instead of raising his fists, he pulled out his wand and wordlessly caused half the Gryffindor Common Room to blow up.

Hermione didn't move. Didn't think.

When the dust had lowered itself over them and the crater, she became able to see him again.

He panted slightly and stared at her.

She wanted to cry. He really must hate her.

Willing tears came streaming down her face, and she sobbed.

Draco fell down on his knees, but rose almost immediately and crossed the room rapidly.

Hermione closed her eyes and a few more tears escaped, but the only thing that hit her was his lean, tall body when he pulled her into a tight hug. She threw her arms around his neck and pulled closer, crying, and his hands ran in criss-crosses all over her back and shoulders in a worried way.

"I'm sorry", he whispered heatedly. "I'm so fucking sorry."

"I lied", she answered shakily. "I could never leave you."

He groaned and buried his face in her neck. "I lied, too. I love you more than my own life."

It didn't matter how many times he said it, she still felt like she had the first time. Every time.

She didn't deserve his love.

He was all a girl could dream about: clever, funny, caring, rich, well-known, honest and incredibly good-looking. He got a smirk that made her bones melt and a body worth drooling over, literally.

But better than all of that was that he loved her.


A/N Not sure if there is going to be a continue, but I doubt it. It depends on. Hope you enjoyed the reading!