Author's Note:
I'm baaaaaaack! someone random yells "Ahhhhhh, it's a hobo, I just turned on my computer and there she was! Help!" Hahaha, that was funny, Hahaha, ok maybe not SO funny Haha, ok not funny at all, ha, ok just plain cheesy.
Anyway… I need to say this: In case you get confused, in Hermione's P.O.V., the bold/italic is her normal thinking and the bold/underlined is her mentality.
In Draco's P.O.V., the bold is his angel mentality, the underlined is his devil mentality, and the normal writing is just him.
Disclaimer:
Like I've said, time and time again: I don't own Harry Potter. sigh In fact, I just heard some other gal does.
There are several Differences between J. K. Rowling and I
She is rich, I am not
She is Brilliant, I am not
She owns Harry Potter, I do not
TohruHonda777: Hey, about the screaming thing, I had written that at first but afterward I realized that I didn't like it either and I was supposed to change it to have him call out in his sleep, but i ended up forgetting 0.o By the way, I'm a really big fan of Fruits Basket myself.
adeckofcards: No, the war isn't over. You'll see how come soon enough. And I think I will check out your story.
Hermione's P.O.V.
I hate him. I hate him so much…I don't care about him and his bloody problems….I don't…
You do care about Draco, don't deny it.
I'll deny it however much I like. I. Hate. Draco. Malfoy.
I didn't say that you didn't hate him, even though I suspect that you don't.
There isn't any sense in what you're saying, stupid! How can you hate someone, but care about them at the same time?
It's simple-
Shut up! Please!
No.
Ugh! You are so irritating!
I know! That's my best persuasion method when you're feeling especially stubborn.
I was irritated with the stupid voice, so I just blocked it out. I buried my face further into the pillow, trying desperately to stop or at least muffle the crying. I tried, but I just couldn't understand it. Here I was lying on my bed, crying! Because of what? Malfoy yelled at me. See that's just the problem. He does that every day and it never bothered me, so I just don't get it!
And what the heck is going on with Malfoy? I mean, seriously, what sort of weed is this guy smoking? The man just tripped off, just like that, all of a sudden. Like someone pressed a button on his forehead.
He is a puzzle. I like puzzles, but I'm not sure I want to figure out this one. But for now, I HATE HIS GUTS! Screw Dr-Malfoy and his problems! I'm going to hex him into oblivion tomorrow. Darn, that reminds me, the bet…
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Draco's P.O.V.:
You idiot! Why the hell did you do that!
She was playing with me!
She was not, Fool! Don't you see?
Why would she suddenly care! We've hated each other from the day we first met! She wouldn't just wake up one morning and decide, 'Oh! I think I'll become friends with Malfoy today!'
You don't know that. You don't know anything! Even if it may seem unlikely, you don't know how people's minds work. You don't know the girl!
Whatever happened to the saying, 'Your enemies know you better than yourself?
What shit are you talking? You know that there's no truth to that statement, especially between you and Hermione. So, stop trying to fool yourself!
So, what if Granger did somehow happen to care? What does that have to do with me?
You are such a Jack aren't you?
Yes, thanks. I pride myself on it.
Shut up!
What the hell was going on in my mind? Look at what Her-Granger is doing to me. She's turning me into a bloody psychopath! And why the hell should I care if she cares about me? The million dollar question is, does she?
Of course, she doesn't! She is just getting back at you for all the things you did to her!
But who could blame her; I would do the same…wouldn't I?
People change. She's changed. Look at you! You've changed too!
Now what shit are you talking? I have not changed!
Shut the bloody hell up, mentality one and mentality two! Or should I say freaky-people-who-sit-on-my-shoulders-and-drive-me-crazy #1 and freaky-people-who-sit-on-my-shoulders-and-drive-me-crazy #2?
Consider the possibilities, Malfoy…
No!
And for once I listened to the dude, on my right shoulder, who usually dresses in white, with a halo over his head. I considered. I thought about the look on her face. The sincerity in her eyes. Her dark lovely eyes…
Then I thought about how much love I'd been show as a child, how my parents never really treated me as they should have. How I hated my father. And I realized…
Damn.
I made a mistake.
A huge one…
I blew up at her because I was confused. I'd never been shown caring or love as a child. I thought she was fooling around with me. I never even considered…
I could hear the two mentalities in the background:
Ha! He listened to me!
No! That idiot! So stupid!
I win, I win….
Shut up!
Nooooo! I WIN! He listened to me!!!
God, fine!You win! For now, so don't take it too seriously, and start partying because soon-
I didn't bother to listen to anything else. I'd done all to convince my self. My heart was soaring. It felt strange! It also scared me a little that, after all these years of hate…that this would come from – of all the people in the world – my arch enemy's best friend, Granger.
But that didn't bother me! She cared!
She cares!
She cares.
She genuinely cares…
I jumped up happily, from where I was sitting on the floor, leaning against the door in my bedroom. Then suddenly it dawned on me…
I banged the back of my head to the door, hopelessly, sliding to the floor, in the same position I was earlier.
Even if she did care, she wouldn't now. Not after what I just did to her. If anything she'll hate me even more. I am such an Idiot
I made her cry, and I realize that it was bothering me. A lot.
Why does life have to be so fricking hard?
I slammed my fist against the door, frustrated.
I thought about it. What should I do?
I realized it so suddenly; it surprised me that it hadn't occurred before. Apologize….
I jumped up and flew out of my room faster than you could say Shakumtalab Jack-Bahadour-Singh. (A/N: LOL. Friends, a little joke that also came with the Channa flavored Dinnermints!) As I approached her door to knock, I rasied my hand. It was stained with something dark. I recognized its metallic smell. I'd smelt it enough times to be able to. Blood. I'd cut myself when I hit the door. I stood staring at it. Should I tell her about my problem? No, I decided, I'd keep it to myself.
Then it occurred to me. Bam! I realized I'd never apologized to someone before!
How was I to go about this? 'Yo, Graaangeeer! 'Suuuuup? Wha's krakin' shveetii? I sorraaay 'bout dat aaay! No harm done, righ'! So we good like a gay clown in a room fulla feminist rights womans, eeeeeeh?'
Which mentality said that? I'd like to know so I can give it a good backhand across the face….Oh, wait…that was me….
I groaned. I can't do this. I chickened out. I turned back to my room, straight through the door, without even looking back. But I couldn't sleep all that night. Because, whether I imagined it or not, I kept hearing her sobbing. Whether I wanted to or not, I still saw her teary face when she retreated to her room…
Author's Notes: How did you all like that? It took some doing, and I had to write it over a few times to get it properly, so if you like it, review me, and if you don't, also review me and tell me you like it 'cause I really don't mind you lying.
Oh, and for all of those who are not Trinidadian which is no doubt the majority of you), that thing where Draco was thinking about what to say to Hermione, yeah, that was a little exaggerated Trini speak. Okay well it was really exaggerated. Here's the translation for it:
'Hey Granger! What's up? What's cracking sweetie? I'm sorry about that! No harm done, right! So are we good like a gay clown in a room filled with women?'
Okay, well Trini's don't speak like that but all of the 'eeeeeeh's' and 'aaay's' are Trinidadian. The 'dat's' and 'bout's' also.
Also the 'Channa flavored Dinnermints' and the 'Shakumtalab Jack-Bhadouri-Singh' thing is a little private joke with my friends. (Even though it's really Shaqueltela Jack-Bahadour)
Wow. I just realize that this is the longest chapter I've ever written…
N.K.K.
