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Sorry for the late Chapter 7. I had many assignments to work on, due this week. Sorry...:p

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Rated M for languages and more lemons in the future (You have been warned)

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Chapter 7

Poems

"Did you sent those flowers to that ugly chipmunk?" Pansy asked, getting annoyed at Draco's mushy behavior.

How dare she called her ugly. Draco felt anger burning inside him, without thinking he sneered, "Don't you ever call her ugly or chipmunk again! If I heard you said that once more, I swear I'm going to make your life miserable."

"What? You fell in love with her?"

Draco looked away, "It's none of your concern."

"Are you insane? She's a mudblood! Wh-"

"Shut it Pans, let Draco do what he pleases." Blaise said, getting annoyed with Pansy.

Pansy growled in annoyance as she rolled her eyes, she walked away from the two boys.

"So, what are you planning to do next?" Blaise asked as he narrowed his eyes on Draco.

"I'll send her jewelry…"

"Then?"

"I'll send her some fluffy teddies the day after…"

"Then?" Blaise tone slightly annoyed, waiting for a 'proper' answer.

"I'll keep sending her those, while I wait for her to come and jump on me, saying 'thanks for everything, lets get together'."

Blaise wrinkled his nose, narrowing his eyes at Draco.

"What?" the blonde asked, quirked a brow.

Seconds later, laughs were all Draco received from his tan friend, who was sitting on the black leather sofa.

"What's so funny Zabini?"

"In the name of Salazar, Draco! To be frank, that's not going to happen if you just sent things like that, especially to the likes of someone like Hermione Granger. Remember, she's not Pansy."

"Then? What do you expect me to do?" Draco rolled his eyes and growled.

"Try writing love poems."

"I was afraid you're going to say that…and didn't you said before, writing poem's way too mushy?"

"I did. But that's what Granger kind of girl like."

"How did you know?"

"I just know. So, start by taking out pens and a piece of beautiful paper then began writing."

"What? Don't tell me I have to actually 'write' them!"

Blaise slap his forehead, couldn't understand why Draco Malfoy could be such an idiot with these kinds of things. "OF COURSE! Do you expect to ask your house elf's writing those for her? She would fall for your house elf and not you! Poems are all about reflecting what you really feel and see for her whenever she's around you."

Draco sighed in defeat, he couldn't think of romantic words. He just, never done this before. "That's stupid, really…But what a Malfoy got to do, a Malfoy got to do!" he walked away from Blaise, towards his room.

"That's the spirit!" Blaise yelled as he faked a smile, 'I still couldn't believe, his spirit came from Granger. Merlin must be punishing him.' He thought and shook his head.


Draco didn't come out for dinner that night. Blaise knocked at his door to check up on him, but no answer came, then he knocked again as hard as he could manage as he yelled out "DRACO! COME OUT!"

Suddenly, the door opened swiftly, "WHAT?" the blonde yelled before he even saw Blaise.

"Err…I was just checking up on you…See how you are doing. You didn't came to the hall for dinner."

"I don't have time for dinner! I've got so much to write about and now will you excuse me…I've got stuff to write and DO NOT DISTURB!" Draco slammed his door closed, as soon as he finished his words.

Blaise stood in front of the door struck for a moment, until he shrugged and walked away.


The next morning, Draco didn't came down for breakfast nor lunch. He didn't even showed himself in class, until after lunch, he finally walked into McGonagall's class. He looked like he didn't get his sleep last night. There were dark bags under his eyes, his hair was a mess, never in his life, and his uniform was from yesterday. He looked like a total mess. Never in his life had he ever appeared in public like this, not with his messy bed hair, not even without a shower or changed.

"Well what do we have here? Mr Malfoy…care for an explanation?" the professor asked sarcastically.

"Sorry professor…I've got important things to do." Draco replied with a hoarse voice.

"10 points from Slytherin then, and I hope you wont be making the same mistake as you already did. Please take a seat."

He walked as if he'd got no strength, like a walking dead.

Hermione couldn't help but to wonder what was happening to the ferret. She didn't see him last night at dinner time, nor did she seen him this morning until now. She turned his head, looking his way, until he sat down on his chair. Blaise caught her staring at Draco and he stare back at the blonde who didn't even notice, the girl was staring. He looked like his brain had buzzed off and as his friend, Blaise then decided he's going to have a little talk with the mudblood as soon as this class is over.


"Granger!" Blaise called out.

The brunette who was still talking to Harry and Ron, turned her head around to find Blaise, looking very serious, frowning.

"What do you want Zabini?" Ron snarled.

Blaise cleared her throat, "I suppose you are not deaf Weasley. I was calling out for Granger, not you."

"You-"

"What do you want?" Hermione cut Ron and walked towards Blaise.

"I need to talk to you, in private." He demanded as he glared at Potter and Weasley.

Something tells Hermione, she knew this was coming, that she got something to do with Draco's appearance earlier.

"Harry, Ron, would you please excuse me… You guys could go first."

"But, he might do something to you! He's Malfoy's friend afterall."

Blaise narrowed his eyes at Ron, "Don't judge me ginger. I'll do no foul things to her, even if I wanted to. And I wouldn't touch her either. I'll get my hands foul if I do."

"Why you!"

"Shut it Ronald! Harry, would you please kindly take Ron away and go somewhere else?" she begged.

Harry sighed in defeat, he didn't say anything, but from his expression, Hermione knew, he's as worried as Ron. "Fine." He nodded, "Just, don't get in trouble." He added.

Hermione smiled, glad Harry wasn't as hard headed as Ron. "Thanks Harry, I appreciate that."

"Nevermind 'Mione…Come on Ron." Harry said, dragging his red headed friend with him away from Hermione.

Both Hermione and Blaise waited until the two were out of sight.

"So, what's so important?" Hermione began.

Without hesitation, he pointed his question, "Do you have any idea what you did to Draco?"

Hermione's face went puzzled, "What do you mean?"

"Nevermind the question… I'll have to say this once to you, and I wish for you to just listen and don't question. I know well that you know who sent those flowers to you everyday. Now all I have to say to you is, don't judge Draco too soon. That guy might be acting like a jerk to you and to those two goofy friends of yours, but he actually has something more in him. He showed up today, looking like a beggar, which he normally didn't, was all because of you. For a smart girl like you, I hope you understand what I am saying." Blaise walked away as soon as he finished his speech, leaving Hermione speechless and questioned. How dare he didn't even live a chance for her to speak or even asking question.


It was midnight and Hermione was still laying on her bed, wide awake, thinking. Blaise's words had made her wonder. 'What happened to Malfoy? What did he do last night? What does it have to do with me?' these questions had been lingering in her mind ever since her encounter with Blaise. She wasn't suppose to be thinking this much about something so unimportant, especially when it's considered Malfoy in it. She despise this man. He is the man that had ruined her, the man who destroyed her dreams, making her bleed, tormented her and her friends for years, and insulting her with hurtful nicknames. The man who shouldn't have been born to this world, cause the world would be in peace and tranquility if he hasn't. 'Something more in him…' Blaise's words repeated in her mind. 'A heartless bastard such as Draco Malfoy have something more in him? Probably something evil.' She sneered at the thought.

The next day, Hermione woken up feeling terribly sick and ran towards the bathroom, emptying her stomach in the toilet bowl. She'd been like this for a few days now. She even ate a lot more than she usually does. Getting up, from where she was squatting, she began to undress and went into the shower.

Showering had always been her favorite. It made her feel calmer and relax, even after 'the incident' with Malfoy, the shower actually made her feel at least abit better. After dressing herself, she quickly rushed towards the great hall for breakfast. She felt so hungry and feel like eating half of her body weight for the breakfast.

"Morning boys."

"Morning 'Mione."

An owl flew into the great hall, making its way towards Hermione.

"Oh, I think there's a mail for you." Harry pointed out.

Hermione caught the black furred owl. Taking the letter out of it's leg, the owl flew back out of the window.

Raising her brow as she looked at the letter she was holding, she could smell the scent of the letter. Very awfully familiar scent.

"Open it!" Ron demanded, excitement and curiosity were written all over his and Harry's face.

Hermione does as Ron said, she took out the letter from it's envelop and unfolded it.

The writing was very beautifully written and familiar. It looks like she had receive a poem. She began to read to herself while Harry and Ron, who were sitting in front of her, both curiously looking at her and the letter.

Her eyes widened in disbelief, her emotion was mixed. She didn't know whether to laugh or to scream. This is not possible, this letter must be a fake. But the scent of the letter, and the writing on it, she was positive. This must be a joke, from none other than Draco Malfoy.

Hermione Granger, my beautiful angel,

Your eyes drowned me in,

Your voices are melodies in my ears,

Your smile lighten me up,

Your grace completes you,

Oh, my angel, why must I be the one,

The one under your spell.

Draco Malfoy

.to be continued.


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