Disclaimer: The only thing that I own that is really of worth is my dvd collection, maybe my POTC blanket, but that's only for fans of Pirates. Obviously Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger and any other affiliated characters do not belong to me. It's sad.
Author's Notes: I really can't bring myself to write extremely long chapters. I like them short. If that bothers you, let me know. Also, I'm still looking for ideas for future chapters and would love if you would help me.
Thank You: To everyone. :)
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Ten Things I Hate About You
meganxrawr
Chapter Three.
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I hate it when you stare...
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It's usually at the end of something that the very beginning begins circling your head. I can't sleep, because all I dream about is the first time I really saw Malfoy as something other than the annoying ferret. It was a few days after the final battle, shortly after the dead had been dealt with and the wounded seen to by a healer.
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"...I also know that this has been a hard time for everyone involved. We have all lost someone important to us. We must band together and get through this horrible ordeal together. I will be easier to deal with this, with someone by your side. The seventh years will still graduate, and we will be sad to see them go. Hopefully, now that the darkness has been destroyed, the world will be a safer place for the students that came here as frightened young children and leave as confident men and women. Hogwart's will still remain a haven and educational facility for all gifted young witches and wizards, regardless of blood." McGonagall finished her speech and stepped off the stage.
The four tables in the Great Hall were filled with students, family, teachers and friends. The people were dispersed regardless of their house while they had attended Hogwart's. The Golden Trio were sitting together, surrounded by the Weasleys and the surviving members of the Order. They were exhausted, filled with sorrow from the loss of many great people, but also feeling happy and relieved that the Dark Lord had been defeated for good.
Hermione Granger, female third of the Golden Trio, lifted her chocolate eyes and met those of Draco Malfoy. Hermione hadn't been surprised when Draco had arrived at a quick Order meeting right before the final battle. Even though he had been evil and cruel to her and many of her peers, she knew that he didn't have it in him to kill innocents. He had been very helpful, actually, incredibly helpful during and after the battle.
Nicely shaped pale gold eyebrows raised over equally pale grey eyes. Those eyes held Hermione's gaze until she looked away. She could feel blood rush into her cheeks and silently cursed herself. Why was Draco Malfoy looking at her? Sure, they had worked closely to fight off Death Eaters, but a few days at war could not erase years of tension. She chanced a glance at him from under her lashes and was surprised to see he was still staring at her. She was becoming uncomfortable and ran a hand over her face in case there happened to be something there. She couldn't feel anything out of the ordinary, and was becoming more uncomfortable with every moment of staring that passed. She raised her eyebrow in question and was even more surprised to see Malfoy's eyes flicker towards the doors of the Great Hall and then fly back to hers, looking expectant. She stood up slowly, holding his eyes and walked towards the doors. His eyes widened and he too stood and walked towards the doors. No one seemed to notice in all the bustle. Once they were outside the doors, Malfoy grabbed Hermione's arm and pulled her towards an empty classroom.
"Malfoy, what.." Hermione's question was interrupted when Draco's lips smashed into hers, stealing her breath. She was frozen in shock for about 3.5 seconds before she twisted her arms around his neck and began kissing him back. She couldn't lie to herself, she had been wanting this for a long time. He was the forbidden fruit and she had always wanted a taste of the forbidden. He grabbed her hips and pulled her closer, so that there was no space separating them. They were lip to lip, chest to breasts, pelvis to pelvis. They would've stayed like that forever, lost in each other, but Draco finally pulled back to drag air into his deprived lungs. Hermione's eyes slowly fluttered up as she realized what she had done. She had kissed Draco Malfoy. Actually, it was more than a kiss. A fire had engulfed both of them. They had inhaled each other, the world had fallen away to just the two of them in that moment.
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That's how it started, with his damn stare. That was it for me. There was never anyone else that could catch my eye. I never wanted anyone the way I wanted Draco Malfoy. I doubt I'll ever want someone the way I want him.
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