Love Letters From the Enemy
Chapter Nine
Jealousy?
Disclaimer:I do not own any of these characters unless an OC shows up. Then they belong to me and one or two of my friends. Other than that, the characters belong to the genius, J.K. Rowling.
A/n: Time for another chapter! And hey, it didn't take as long to update this time. Wow, I've made it to chapter 9. The last time I made it this far was when I wrote Cursed No More, which is a Fruits Basket fanfiction, and I almost quit. So let's see if I can make this last. Here is chapter 9!
It was a rainy Sunday afternoon and Draco stared into the mist above as he lay perfectly still, with his hands behind his head, beside the lake once more. His life was like the mist right now... his future was so unclear and dangerous. He knew his life had never beena normal wizarding child's. His father had always had a special plan for him. But...to become a Death Eater himself... until now, the full force of it had not sunk in, though he thought he'd been prepared. When it had, he realised that he was not, and could never be prepared for his mission. It was something he could never carry through, something that, for him, was literally impossible. Draco sighed and blinked a couple of times, finding that tears had formed in his eyes at the thought of his mission. He quickly brushed the tears away.
Malfoys don't cry! He quickly scolded himself mentally. He couldn't cry, especially not in the open like he was. It had been a mistake to let Hermione see that he had been crying, but what was done was done, he couldn't do anything about it. He sighed once more and stood, dusting his robes off. The mist above him quickly became thicker, turning into dark, foreboding clouds from which lighting and thunder emitted. With one loud clap of thunder, the sky opened up and rain came pouring down to bathe the earth. Looking to the sky and letting the rain pelt his face Draco ran toward the castle, wishing he had at least brought a cloak.
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Once he was inside Draco made his way to the library instead of going to the common room to change like he should have. He made his way to the farthest table only to find someone sitting there. He was about to yell when the person looked up and a pair of eyes to match his own stared back at him.
"Oh, hello Draco. I see you got caught outside when it started raining." Bella laughed at his wet figure.
"Oh, uh, hi Bella. Yeah, I was out by the lake when it just started pouring." Draco replied, pulling a chair out. "Do you mind if I sit with you?"
"Go ahead. It would be nice to have some company, seeing as Hermione gone off somewhere doing research."
"Oh, well that's Hermione for you. Ever since first year she's read every book she can get her hands on. Not to mention she's read Hogwarts A History countless times." Bella laughed. Draco didn't seem to be as bad as Harry and Ron made him out to be. In fact, he seemed like someone she wanted to get to know better, be friends with even.
Draco smiled at Bella. This was a girl that he wouldn't mind getting to know. Maybe something would trigger a memory, telling him why she was so familiar.
"Tell me, Bella, do you like Quidditch?" Draco asked and with his problems temporarily placed at the very back of his mind he talked the rest of the day away with Bella.
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Hermione walked back toward the table that she was sharing with Bella and stopped short, ducking behind a bookshelf, when she saw who she sat with. Bella sat having a very friendly chat with Draco Malfoy. Bella said something and then Draco did something he'd only done around her. He smiled that honest to Merlin smile. Hermione clutched the book in her hands to her chest. A pain shot through her stomach at the sight of Draco laughing around someone else.
There is no way I am jealous! I don't even like the bloody ferret! Hermione thought, loosening her grip on the book. She came from behind the book case and walked back to the section of books she had been looking through previously so she could take her mind off of things.
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Draco was sprawled across his bed staring at the ceiling. He had charmed it to mimic the sky outside. After the storm from that afternoon the sky had cleared and the stars and moon now shown brightly. Draco was attempting to figure out a way to tell Hermione his feelings for her. He realised that it was all too soon to tell her. He needed to let her see the real him first. He needed for her to grow to like him, then, and only then, would he tell her. Sighing, Draco made his way to the common room to begin showing just how much Hermione had judged his book by the cover.
A/n: So how was that for you? I know, it was a little on the short side and the beginning had an angsty Draco, but hey, I'm slowly moving toward actual Dramione! Which means the story is finally going somewhere. Well, tell me what you think! I could really use a little pick me up from my wonderful reviewers.
