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Hermione woke up with a pain in her head. She groaned and got up for a muggle pill in her bag. She got one called 'Advil' and got water and gulped it down.
She showered a nice shower and she dressed up, grabbed her bag and left for breakfast. She ate eggs on toast with cranberry juice slowly. She saw Harry and waved at him for him to come and sit down.
"Hey Harry!" She said to him with a smile.
"Hey, Hermione." He said back with a lot less enthusiasm.
"What's with you?" She asked Harry. "You don't look happy... Wait, Harry... What happened to your face?" She asked pointing to a cut on his cheek.
"Oh, that? I just uh... tripped and fell in the common room and uh... I got cut?" He really sounded like he was lying.
"Oh. Ok then." Hermione didn't sound very convinced. Ron came and sat next to Harry.
"Hey Harry!" Ron said already stuffing his face with eggs. Hermione just rolled her eyes, got up and left.
I hate that red headed, freckled, stupid, disgrace of a Weasley! She thought as she was stomping to her common room. This time, it was her who saw Draco asleep on the couch fully dressed.
"Malfoy? Malfoy, wake up..." She poked his shoulder a couple of times until he woke up.
"What?" He looked at Hermione. "Oh, you... Am I late for class?" He looked panicked.
"No, you're fine. But if you keep on sleeping, then you will. Go get breakfast."
Draco got up from the couch and he went to eat breakfast. Hermione just sat on the couch and read. She checked the wall clock 30 minutes later and she had 15 minutes to get to class.
Oh no! I'm going to be late! She ran to the potions classroom, which was in the dungeons and had 9 minutes to spare. She sat next to Harry who sat next to Ron. She stood up and walked to Ron.
"What's your problem? Why are you mean to me and still best friends with Harry?" Ron looked at her and rolled his eyes.
"Well why are you in love with Malfoy?" He asked. Hermione widened her eyes and stared blankly at him. "You're not denying it." He added.
"I am not in love with Malfoy! Why would I like him? I don't! And why would you care about my love life?" She yelled at him. Ron stood up and looked down at her.
"Why do I care? I care because I..." He stopped talking for a while and continued. "Because I'm your friend." He said that and then sat down. Hermione sat on the opposite side of Harry, crossed her arms and dug her face into them. She felt Harry's hand lightly pat her on the back and she could feel someone was looking at her. She looked up and saw Draco looking at her and once she looked at him, he quickly looked away. She heard a door close and a voice.
"Good morning class!" Said the old voice of Professor Slughorn. "So today, we are going to start on a project." As he said that, the whole class complained. "We are going to make a tricky potion called Amortentia." Some people laughed and some people cheered and some people groaned. "Amortentia is an interesting, but dangerous potion used to create feelings that feel like love. It does not really create love, because that would be impossible. We are not going to test it on anyone, because that would be awfully dangerous. I need to warn you, if I find out if you have given anyone a taste of your potion, you will have detention.
"So here are your partners. Mr. Potter and Miss Parkinson. Miss Granger and Mr. Zabini. Mr. Walenby and Miss Bulstrode. Mr. Malfoy and Miss Brown." The list went on and on. "Ok, you have the rest of this hour to start. You have this class and if you don't finish it, then take it to your dormitories and finish it. You will find the potion's instructions on page 67. You may begin." Hermione slowly got up and walked towards Blaise Zabini.
Things were awkward and quiet until he spoke. "Well, I'm going to the restroom, so if you don't mind, you can start on it." He got up and walked towards Professor Slughorn to ask if he could go to the bathroom and he nodded. Hermione started making the potion and Blaise was back.
They were quiet for the whole time without talking except for asking for certain ingredients. The day ended and Hermione was going to her common room to meet Blaise. She went in and there was Draco and Lavender working on potions. Hermione looked confused.
They all heard a knock on the portrait door and Hermione walked towards it and opened it. Blaise was standing there holding the cauldron with half of the ingredients in it and he also held his book in between the cauldron and his chest.
"Oh, hey Draco!" He said giving the stuff to Hermione and sitting next to Draco.
Hermione went to Blaise. "Zabini, are we going to work on this, or not? Because I am NOT getting a bad grade. We still need to put in the Wiggentree twigs, castor oil, extract of a Gurdyroot, rose thorns, moonstone-" She got interrupted.
"Fine!" He replied rolling his eyes. It was another hour until they finally finished working on the potion. Hermione put it into a small vial and put the rest in a cupboard. Draco and Lavender were having a hard time making their potion so she decided to help them.
"Do you guys need help?" She asked.
"Why would we need help from you, Granger?" Draco said in a rather rude tone.
"Well I'm sorry for trying to be nice!" Hermione shot at him. "Malfoy, why are you so rude? I really don't understand the way you act! What's wrong with you?"
"Well, Granger. In case you haven't noticed, you're a mudblood, a Gryffindor, and Potter's best friend. I don't like mudbloods, Gryffindors, and Potter and his friends very much." Just as Draco said that, he left into his room.
Lavender left as well because she thought it was awkward to be in this situation. Hermione stormed into her room and screamed into her pillow. Why? First he kisses me, and then he hates me? She was furiously thinking. Oh well, like I care about him. I don't. I never will.
Weeks have past, and then months until it was almost Christmas break since Draco and Hermione have actually spoken and since Hermione even tried to talk to Ron. The only people she really talked to were Harry, Luna, and occasionally Neville and other Gryffindor students.
It was December 19 and it was the day of Professor Slughorn's Christmas party. Hermione was going to the party with a red dress that reached just above her knees. The dress was a sleeveless one with a small white bow around the waist. She was wearing black high heels which made her 3½ inches taller. Her hair was half tied up in a neat ponytail with the back curled. She was wearing light makeup by having grey smoky eye shadow, black mascara and light black eyeliner.
Why do I have to go? I hate getting this prepped up. She thought as she put her finishing touches to her makeup. It took her about an hour to finish getting her makeup done and she looked at herself for a while. Well, Harry should be here any moment. She thought. Hermione stood up and walked towards the portrait door and when she reached for the handle, the door opened and it knocked her down.
"Watch where you're..." She paused and saw Draco looking at her.
"Sorry, I didn't know you were there." He just kept on staring at her. Not in an amused way, not in an angry way, but in a very surprising way. She looked at him confused and stood up and left. The portrait closed behind her and it said "Have fun at your party Miss Granger!"
"Thanks, Peter!" She thanked the portrait of the young warlock. His name was Peter and he had long brown hair reaching to his shoulder with a middle parting. He wasn't very good looking, but he was decent. Hermione led herself to the Gryffindor common room to find Harry. She muttered the password and stepped in the common room. She saw Neville and even he was getting ready to go o the party.
"Hey Neville! Have you seen Harry?" She greeted then asked.
"Hey Hermione..." He stopped before he could finish. "H-Hermione? Is that you?" He looked surprised. She was actually looking beautiful. "Harry is uh... Wow..."
"Ok, Neville, just tell me where Harry is. Wait… Are you going to Slughorn's party?" She asked Neville.
"Oh, yeah. Well I'm actually just serving. Anyways, Harry's upstairs." He replied as he was shaking his head to clear his mind.
"Thanks!" She left and went upstairs. She saw Harry sitting on his bed looking at the Marauder's Map. He looked up and gave her a warm smile. "Hey Harry. Are you ready?"
He looked up and widened his eyes. "Hermione… You look…. Beautiful." Hermione blushed a little bit. Harry stood up and put out his arm signaling for her to put her arm through it and she did and giggled. They walked to the party and there were many people there. Neville was there in a white suit serving sparkling cider to the guests. Hermione waved at him and Neville nearly dropped the tray as he waved back. Hermione saw Ginny wearing a black dress that reached to her mid thigh. She had a white pearl necklace and matching pearl earrings. She wore black flats to match the dress and her red hair was curled. Once Ginny caught a look at Harry and Hermione, she rolled her eyes and walked away.
Hermione walked over to the punch table and filled her cup half way. She turned around and bumped into someone and spilled her punch all over the person's shirt. She gasped and looked up at the person. Draco was looking at her wide eyed and shocked.
"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! I swear I didn't see you! I'm so-" She got interrupted by his finger signaling for her to stop talking. He himself looked speechless because this suit didn't look like something you would buy at a cheap store in Diagon Alley.
"Stop. Talking. Please." He looked like he could have just started to scream at her but he just took off his jacket and walked towards the bathroom. Hermione's face went pale of embarrassment and everyone was looking at her.
"Nothing to look at here. Mind your own business." She said with her voice shaking. Oh gosh… What did I do? Why am I such a mess? She walked towards Harry again and looked at him. "Did you see?" Harry nodded and Hermione complained. "Why does this always happen to me? All of the embarrassing stuff? Ugh!" Harry just patted her back. He did not know what to say. Hermione's face was even paler when she saw Draco come back with a wet jacket in his hands. "Hold on, I'll be back."
Hermione walked towards Draco thinking what she was going to say. When she reached him, she opened her mouth, but he started talking. "Granger, next time, just watch where you're going." He turned to leave until Hermione spoke.
"What's wrong with you? I feel sorry for you. You try to be this King of Slytherin and you try to be someone else. You're fake, Malfoy! You're not like this. You were being nice to me! You were actually caring when I was hurt. And now, you just being a big, fat arse!" She said all of that quickly and she was glaring at him. He walked towards her with a smirk.
"Listen, mudblood. You want to know what's going on? I'll tell you. You're ruining my life! I can't be nice to you! You're a bloody Gryffindor mudblood who happens to be Potter's best friend! Oh look, what a coincidence! Those happen to be the top three things I hate! Gryffindors, mudbloods, and Potter! Oh and by the way, remember that time when you were sucking Potter's face off?" Hermione's face went paler by the second because she saw how many people were watching. "Yeah. I went there." He walked away leaving Hermione tearing up and running the opposite way of him crying.
She went to her own common room and cried. She got a pillow and transformed it into a picture of Draco, got scissors and furiously cut the picture into pieces. Draco walked into the common room and Hermione stood up and started yelling. "You just embarrassed me! You left me there! Why did you do that? Malfoy, you are a son of a b-"
"Stop! Don't even go there. Do you really want to know why I did that? Do you? Well, I'd rather kill myself then tell you." Draco looked at Hermione's disappointed and hurt face and he felt something. Like his heart was being stabbed.
"Is it really that bad?" She asked.
"Fine, I'll tell you! Tomorrow is the end of the term anyways." He looked like he wanted to run out of the room. He looked like he wanted to die. "Well… The reason is that… Well, I'm jealous." He said.
"Of me? Because if you are, then I'd find that really weird… Sorry…" She looked at him and he was so pale it looked like he wanted to throw up.
"No. Not of you. I'm jealous. Wait… Do I really have to tell you?" She nodded. "Um… Well, I'm jealous of… Of Potter." Hermione looked confused. She tilted her head a little bit of confusion and raised her eyebrows. "Um… Well, I was nice to you because you're not as bad as I thought you were for the past years. I actually thought you were nice. So I wanted to get to know you better. But you're spending all of this time with Potter so I kind of got… upset? This isn't coming out right. Ok, you know what? I'm going to say it. Hermione, I l… like you. As a friend. Nothing more. Just a friend. Seriously. Nothing more." Draco said the last parts rather fast and quiet. "I'm going to go to sleep now." He turned around and left to his room and Hermione just stayed where she was standing speechless. After a few minutes of standing there, Hermione turned around and went to her room to sleep with many things on her mind.
