A/N: Sorry for the late update. My laptop's fucked up, dunno why. Then I have a lot of things to do in school. Anyway, can anyone please tell me how to edit my chapters with proper spacing here in ff? Everytime I upload it is all stuck together, ya'll know what I'm saying? Haha. No matter how many 'enters' I do it still gives the output of one enter. I think I'm not making any sense. Here's the update.
Chapter Seven
Hermione woke up from the strangest dream she ever had. She dreamt that Draco came to visit her on her flat and gave her an ice cream. It was a vanilla flavored ice cream. She accepted it and then it turned into a bouquet of tulips, which appeared to be a wedding bouquet. She looked at herself and noticed she was wearing a wedding gown. She found herself walking down a long aisle. A few minutes later, she was already near the altar, everyone was there except the groom. Draco left her again. She fell for that slimy bastard again.
Good thing it was just a dream and good thing she wouldn't fall for that douche again. She gulped. She hopes she wouldn't fall for Malfoy again.
She took a shower and got herself dressed. She has a list of photo shoots to do today and thinking about Draco wouldn't help her finish all her work. When she was done, she came down the stairs and saw Ginny grinning.
"Good morning." Hermione greeted her suspiciously.
Ginny glanced to the side and Draco stepped forward, which caused Hermione to lose her balance on the last step. Draco tried to hold her but she placed a hand up to stop him.
"Good morning Hermione." He greeted her with a smirk.
"Morning. You're really following me now. How did you know where I live?"
Draco glanced at Ginny then back at her. "Someone told me you need help today."
Hermione glared at Ginny, who just shrugged and continued to drink her coffee. Her friend has gone mental. It was just yesterday when Ginny was so red when she told about what happened on their studio, and then now, she invited the man that every Gryffindor despised the most in their home. Hermione glanced back at Draco and faked a smile. "No. We don't need your help today. You could go home now."
Draco waved his hand. "I know you don't my help. That's why I hired a lot of photographers to do all your work so you have a free schedule today. And, that's odd-" he checked his watch. "I'm free today too! So, I guess we could spend this day together. Don't worry, I've got everything planned."
Hermione scoffed and made a beeline to the kitchen. She poured herself some coffee and took a sip. "What makes you think I would go with you? I don't even know you." She glanced at him and gave him a sweet smile.
Draco felt his heart flutter. He loves to see her smile. He's been dreaming of it ever since. His lips formed into a small curve. "Because I know you'll love it." Then he suddenly took her hand and quickly apparated her before she could protest. They were now in a dark room.
"Where are we?" she asked while grasping his arm due to the slight dizziness from side apparition. She couldn't see it, but Draco was grinning from ear to ear.
"Just wait." He muttered. He snapped his fingers and there was light. Hermione squinted her eyes due to the sudden brightness of the room. When her vision was better, her eyes grew wide, awed by the sight before her.
She realized that this was the Library they went together, the Bodleian Library.
"Bodleian Library." She heard him say as he placed his hand on the small of her back leading her on an aisle.
She was still quiet. Though she stopped writing, she never stopped reading books. She loves books. It's her passion, her life. That's what she's known for. She wasn't just in awe of the place, but she was also speechless because she never thought he would still remember this place.
"I always go here every weekend." He said and pointed to the left. "That is my favorite spot."
Hermione glanced to where he was pointing. My spot. She thought.
"Why is that your favorite spot?" she couldn't help but ask.
He smiled. "Because that's where I met the greatest author I've ever known."
She faced him. "Who?"
Draco shrugged. "Can't tell."
She frowned.
"Okay, okay. Her name is Miss Right."
Hermione raised her brow. She doesn't remember meeting anyone who's named Miss Right. "Miss Right?"
Draco nodded. "Yeah, and her first name is Always. Miss Always Right" He chortled.
Hermione thought for a moment then she got his pity joke. "Miss Always Right my arse." She whispered.
He stopped laughing. "What was that?"
She smiled sweetly. "Nothing." Then she turned away from him and rolled her eyes. He smiled and lead her to 'his spot'.
She remembered how she used to snuggle with him on the floor while they both read in silence. She was tracing the books with her fingers. She was too caught up by the old and new books on the shelves that she didn't noticed Draco taking out a book from the shelf. He stood beside her and opened a certain page. "Hey Hermione, I want to show you something." She turned her head and looked at the book on his left hand and noticed that he was holding a piece of paper on the right.
She knew what the book was. It was her favorite book. But she couldn't remember what the piece of paper was. Maybe it was just Draco's scribble notes.
Draco sat on his spot while Hermione sat beside him. He sighed. "I've been told once that this is a great book which was written by a great author. Honestly, I thought it was stupid. But- after reading it… I just can't stop." He glanced at her. "And that's why she's Miss Always Right. She was right about this book, she was right about me, she was right about everything. And you know what? I've been reading this over and over again since then.
Hermione gave a small smile, blinking tears away. So being called a 'Miss Always Right' was a good thing after all. She was happy she read the book. She thought he would never read, much less even touch it. Her eyes peered to the paper he was holding. "What's that?"
Draco looked at the paper on his hand. "It's a letter. But it's private. There's a spell in it so you can't read it."
Hermione rolled her eyes and started to stand up when she felt his hand on her arm. "I was just kidding." He laughed. She looked at his arm then to his face. He was still grinning. She pried her arm and folded her arms as she sat beside him.
Draco felt a slight pang on his chest when she took her arm away. She was really different now. But he can't blame her. He knew nothing could compare to the pain he'd caused her before.
"This is a letter written by Miss Right. I knew she secretly placed it on my coat. She has no idea that I've read it though. Every time I start and finish the book, I read it." He said as he slowly and carefully unfolded the letter. He handed it to her.
She was confused. She can't remember writing a letter to him. Maybe she has amnesia. She laughed at herself. She doesn't have amnesia. She just didn't try to remember any memories associated with Draco. She took the paper and read it. Then she remembered. That was the time they had a fight about the book.
It read
To my dearest Draco,
I love you and I'm sorry. I know you don't like the book and I kept forcing you to read it. I just hope someday you would give it a chance. This book inspired me in so many ways I can't imagine. This is how I believe in love, in our love and the change that could enact with this love. Don't worry. Someday, I'll write a romance novel that you would read every day. And you know why? Because it would be our love story.
Love
She didn't know why her name wasn't written there. She knew she wrote her name, it was also her handwriting. She gave it back to him, stood and walked away. She felt tears forming her eyes and she doesn't want to give him the satisfaction seeing her cry. It would show him that he still had impact in her life and that she was weak. Well she isn't. She just hated what she felt at the moment. Pain.
This is the time when all those happy memories would appear, then what? Nothing. It would just lead to an annoying question…'What if?' She knew what he was trying to do. He was trying to bring all those happy memories back because he thinks that that Hermione would fall in love with him again. Well, sorry to say, but she wouldn't let you in her heart again.
Draco sighed and whispered a spell. Her name slowly appeared. He charmed it so she wouldn't see that it was from her. He knew that if she saw her own name, she would be confused and it might scare her. It would lead to a lot of questions and it would force him to say things at the moment which he couldn't say now. He was also quite unsure what he could say.
If he wants her back, he would start over again, no matter how hard it is… just as long as she would be his again. He knew this time, he was sure. He placed the letter back inside the book and charmed it once again so only he could see it. He placed it back on the shelf and looked for her.
He searched everywhere. He remembered she found him outside when they fought. He went out and she was nowhere to be found.
Hermione didn't apparate back at her flat because Ginny might be there and Draco would find her there. She went back to their studio at Diagon Alley.
To her relief, no one was there.
She opened the drawer on her desk. She took out all her things and pushed a small handle inside, opening a hidden drawer.
She took out the medium-sized, red leather notebook. She whispered a password and the lock gave a small click once it opened. She flipped the pages and found the page where she tore the letter. He read it. She thought he wouldn't find it in his coat. Then again, she was wrong. She shouldn't be called Miss Right.
She felt a tear ran down her cheek. She quickly wiped it with the back of her hand and breathed.
No. No more tears.
She took her wand and cleaned up all the things in her desk, including the red notebook in the hidden drawer. She hid her face in her palm and sighed out loud. Her head shot up as soon as she heard someone open the door.
"Hey, I thought you have this thing with Malfoy?"
"I left early. Why are you here Harry? Where's Gin?"
Harry walked to her desk and noticed the redness in her eyes. "What happened? Did he hurt you?" He felt his blood start to boil.
She couldn't stop another set of tears to form her eyes. "A year ago, yes. Now, no. I'm fine Harry. You don't have to worry."
Harry still wasn't convinced, but he would deal with Malfoy another time. He sat on her desk. "I told you 'Mione, you should just tell him the truth before it's too late."
Hermione stood and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I will, but not now. This is nothing."
She darted towards the door giving one last glance at him, giving him a small smile. "I just need to know something, and when I do, I'll tell him the truth." She opened the door and left.
Harry sighed. "Always as stubborn as ever."
A/N: PLEASE REVIEW. Hahaha. Reviews from all of you inspire me to continue this fic. Haha. I might change it from the movie. Maybe a little of this and a little of that, just MAYBE. I have chapter eight already. Hopefully, my laptop would be okay. Thanks for the reviews and viewers. REVIEW.
