"Draco, Draco..." The voice was deep and piercing. "People saw you, people told me, don't even lie." Lucius Malfoy's eyes narrowed in the dimly lit room, falling upon Draco who was now looking at the floor.
"There was nowhere else to sit. What else could I do?"
"You should have been sitting in the Slytherin cart!" Lucius yelled at his son. "Not sitting with that dirty-blooded Gryffindor!"
Draco clenched and unclenched his teeth almost 10 times before speaking again. "She's not as bad as you think." He whispered.
"Not as bad as I think?" Lucius's eyes were now little slits as he bit his tongue.
"Just let me go back. I don't want to stay here!" Draco yelled the last part at his father with the same anger he was shown before.
"You dare speak like that to me, boy?"
"Just let me go back to Hogwarts..." Draco never thought he'd hear those words coming from his own mouth but he truly did want to go back now.
Lucius stared Draco up and down with a fire in his eyes for almost 5 minutes before finally saying "Fine, but I have many eyes in that school and if I hear anything about that bloody Granger girl then there will be trouble."
And with that the conversation was over and Lucius left the room. Draco sunk down into an armchair nearby him and stared at the crackling fireplace.
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It was a Friday when Hermione was finally let out of the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey had tried to keep her in as long as she could, claiming Hermione was emotionally unstable, but after a while she had no choice but to let her go. Hermione hadn't seen Draco or heard from him since that train trip that seemed more like a dream than anything now.
Hermione knew she had done wrong to her friends and she planned to make it up to all of them. To Ginny, Harry and especially Ron, who deserved to be happy more than anyone she knew. She had forced Ron to keep his feeling to himself for years without even realising it and now it was time for her to suck up her pride and do what was right.
She had just stepped into the Gryffindor Common Room when she saw the two red headed Weasley's sitting near the fireplace with a boy with black hair that was sticking up, she presumed to be Harry. Hermione walked uneasily up to them, biting her lips.
"Hermione, how are you feeling?" Harry closed the book that he and Ron had been looking at.
"I- I'm fine- good." She nodded and continued to look at the floor.
Ginny stood up from the lounge chair she was in and turned to the boys. "Well it was fun while it lasted, night." She sighed and without once looking at Hermione turned towards the stairs to the Girls Dormitory.
"No please, wait." Hermione called after her. "Ginny, I'm terribly sorry, you were right I'm just an idiot. Please don't hate me."
"And about..." She stopped herself, remembering that the boys were still there. "That train ride?"
"It's over, Gin. Everything will be back to normal, I suppose." Hermione gave her a weak smile and Ginny walked back to give her a hug.
"What about the train ride?" Ron looked confusedly between Ginny and Hermione.
"You don't have to worry about that." Hermione smiled and with all the effort she could muster she sat down next to him and held his hand in hers.
"Excuse me, are you holding hands?" Harry whispered to Ron with his nose scrunched up.
"Apparently" Ron whispered back just as confused.
Hermione was staring at Ron's face and the goofy smile that was across it. "You don't mind, do you?"
"Course not." Ron smiled.
When Ginny and Harry had left the Common Room it was only Ron and Hermione left on the brown lounge. "I didn't know you felt this way?" Ron smiled sheepishly down at her and raised his arm to show that their hands were still holding.
"I didn't know I did either but it feels... right now." She smiled back at him. She wasn't exactly lying; she did love Ron, in a way. But the love that she felt for Ron was nothing of the chemistry she had felt with Draco that night.
She didn't know if the feelings she had for Ron were romantic or just brotherly but she was soon to find out as his head was coming closer every second in an attempt to kiss her. Hermione panicked and quickly turned her head so that his lips landing on her cheek.
"What's wrong?" He asked her, loosening his grip on her hand.
"I just- I want to take things slow. We have all the time we want together and I just don't want things to be rushed."
He nodded and gave her a smile that she thought looked a bit bitter. Half an hour later they said their goodbyes and were off to bed. Hermione sat in bed thinking of the boy with silvery-blonde hair and grey eyes. "Enough", she thought to herself, forcing her mind to think about the boy with the red hair and freckles.
Little did she know, though, that the boy with silver hair and eyes was actually just walking through the gates to Hogwarts, thinking about the girl with the brunette curls and how she would be waiting for him.
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Okay tell me what you think !
Dunno if this chap was any good. It's shorter than all the rest.
The next will be long and dramafull i promise you ;)
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