Disclaimer: No, Harry Potter is net my property…
A/N: first of all, this story has been dedicated to politik780, my first reviewer! Thanks for the tip!
Love Blooms from Secrets
Ch. 3 A Late Encounter
"Malfoy. Ferretboy. Mudblood Hater. Hello?" Hermione tried to catch the blonde's attention. "Muggle Lover." Now that got him.
"What did you call me, you filthy Mudblood?" Draco spat out.
"Oh, nothing. Just trying to remind you that your not supposed to be out past curfew and you know what that means." Hermione had a wicked smile on her face. The tears were gone as if they were never there.
"Fifty points from Slytherin."
"Hmm? Fifty points? Whatever. I've got bigger problems than the House Cup." Draco mumbled, half asleep.
"And what might that be? A stray hair or a broken nail?" Hermione retorted.
"None of your business, Granger," Draco said in a deadly whisper.
"Oh really, Ferret," Hermione replied. "If you didn't know, I'm Head Girl and everything is my business." No it's not. Hermione, stop taunting him. You know this can only end badly.
"Don't—stick—your—big—head—into—my—affairs." He punctuated every word with a step closer to her. He could tell it was making her uneasy kept on walking till she was trapped in a dark corner.
By now, Hermione was terrified. Flashes of a similar situation filled her mind. Her cool posture had been replaced. Replaced by a feeling of terror. No. This isn't happening again. I swore I wouldn't let it happen.
Draco saw the look of horror pass over her face and smiled a smile that would have made the Dark Lord proud. He brought his hands to her shoulders and saw her flinch. Something wasn't right. He hadn't even begun scaring her yet and she had already flinched.
Tears came to Hermione's eyes as she saw the grey eyes stare her down with a puzzled look. Her mind was already coming up with ways to run away. Knee him in the groin, slap hit, bite him, and the list went on and on. She was so caught up in her plans that she didn't even notice that Draco had disappeared.
Sighing in relief, she quickly ran to her dorm in tears. Once again a dark figure was watching her, trying to figure out her secret.
Hermione flung herself on her bed and cried her eyes out. However, it wasn't because of fear, it was of relief. Relief that nothing bad had happened. Relief that she didn't have to relieve the experience once more. She was asleep before she knew it.
A/N: So, anyone know Hermione's secret yet. I reread what I wrote and I realized that it was pretty obvious. For me, at least. Don't forget to leave a review! I'll try to update soon. Maybe even today.