My First Kiss
Chapter 10: To Love is to Sacrifice
OMG… I hate my laptop. First I'm like, yay, it's fixed then suddenly it goes all crappy on me. I know what you're thinking, BUY A NEW LAPTOP, but guys it's hard to buy another one. And also, this was supposed to be the special but then lots of people still were giving out questions and it was so hard modifying the special to fit it in. So here's a SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT: THE QUESTIONS SPECIAL WILL BE ON THE FIFTEENTH CHAPTER, SO YOU CAN STILL ASK QUESTIONS TO THE CHARACTERS OF THE STORY. Thanks, and please pray that my laptop won't hate me anymore. :D
Disclaimer: If I did own Harry Potter, I'd be buying myself five new laptops. No kidding.
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Hermione Granger had found out that Draco Malfoy had read her diary.
It was classic really. Hermione went all angry on Draco and threatened him a bit after she had slapped him across the face. Draco pretended to have read only the first page, but Hermione obviously had none of it.
So now Draco Malfoy has a nasty looking hand mark on his left cheek.
"Malfoy, how's your cheek doing?" Hermione asked mockingly. They were in the Heads' Common Room and they were lounging on the comfortable seats.
"It's your entire fault," Draco muttered, sending Hermione a glare.
"Well, if you didn't read my diary, you wouldn't have received the slap you deserved," Hermione retorted, looking up from her textbook.
"Your diary was boring," Draco drawled out lazily. He placed his head on the pillow of the couch he laid on. "Just some bloody girl stuff about how your day was and how bleeding in your pants every month is annoying."
Draco Malfoy received a pillow to the face.
Draco scowled. "Aw, sweetheart, you didn't have to hurt my face twice…"
"Don't sweetheart me," Hermione replied, her eyes not leaving her textbook.
Draco decided to let this one pass.
"Granger?"
"Uh-huh."
"Just how close were you with Viktor Krum?"
Stupid, Draco, Draco chided himself in his head; you just had to ask her, didn't you?
To his surprise, Hermione laughed.
Her laugh was refreshing and the way she looked while she was laughing was like looking at a smiling angel. An angel with so much grace.
"Viktor's a good friend of mine," she answered. "That is, unless, you've read my diary until the end."
Draco shrugged.
Hermione curiously raised an eyebrow. "Which… I think you have."
Draco smiled like a fox.
Hermione sighed. "Malfoy, you're impossible."
"Ah, my sweetheart, men who are impossible are the best kind!" exclaimed Draco as he sat up and yawned. Then he leaned closer to Hermione. "Tell me, love, what exactly happened."
"I don't want to," she snapped.
"You'll have to."
"I won't tell you."
"Yes."
"No."
"No."
"Yes."
"Gotcha."
Hermione groaned. "Malfoy, I hate you!"
"Aw, love, you're supposed to be so much smarter than that," Draco chided. He looked at Hermione as she let out a deep sigh. She was trembling, he noticed, and it was confusing him immensely. Hermione Granger looked like she was about to cry, something that Draco didn't want or need at the moment. He was horrible with crying.
"Look, Malfoy," Hermione started, "I think Harry would like to see me now, I'll just talk to you later."
Lies, Draco thought. You're really bad at lying.
Hermione got up, shut her textbook, and slung her book bag over her shoulder. She walked to the frame and then unexpectedly, and suddenly, she somehow tripped.
Draco ran over and pulled Hermione up.
"Hey, you okay?" he asked her, "Are you dizzy or something?"
"No I'm fine," replied Hermione. "Perfect, really."
Draco raised an eyebrow. Hermione immediately left the room without thanking Draco and the room suddenly felt emptier, for now it was only Draco that was occupying it.
What happened to her?
Draco thought about what she had said to him.
No, I'm fine, she had said. Perfect, really.
Draco sat on the couch, thinking long and hard. What clue has she given him? Hermione always left small slip-ups when it came to her well-being, Draco noticed. So what clue had she given him now?
Perfect, really.
Then it Draco hard like a ton of bricks.
She said she felt perfect, but she stumbled and fell without anything in her way. She had felt fine until she suddenly tripped.
What could she have tripped on, anyways? The floor?
…
Ginny Weasley curiously looked at Hermione.
"I just can't open up to Malfoy of all people, Gin," Hermione explained. "I just don't get how I should tell him what happened between me and Viktor when I'm just Malfoy's 'pretend-girlfriend'."
Ginny patted Hermione on the back.
"Aw, 'Mione, being Malfoy's pretend girlfriend isn't that bad," Ginny replied, "I mean, look at the bright side, he's hot and girls would love to open up to him!"
Hermione glared at Ginny. "You're not helping at all."
"Well, what do you want him to do?" Ginny asked.
Ginny watched as Hermione looked down at the floor.
"I want him to try and open up to me," she said. "I don't want to start, I want him to."
"Then try and talk to him about something!" Ginny suggested, "Something he's particularly sensitive about… his clan maybe, or his family… something like that."
Hermione frowned. Then she suddenly leapt up to involve Ginny in a tight embrace.
"Thanks, Gin," Hermione whispered, and she left almost immediately.
Ginny watched in pure silence as Hermione left the talk.
"You, Ginny Weasley," Ginny said to herself, "you are just the best when it comes to love problems."
Then, watching her reflection in the mirror, Ginny rewarded herself with a wink.
…
Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom, and Ginny Weasley sat with Fred and George Weasley at the Great Hall.
"Ooh, look, we've got truffles for dessert," Ginny cooed. Ron immediately looked at the rest of the food. It was a great feast it seemed, although the food they served in Hogwarts was always great. "I really love Hogwarts," confirmed Ron. "You only love their food," Harry replied with a grin.
"Where's Hermione?" Neville commented.
George spoke up. "Oh, I saw the lass at the library."
Ron gave a mocked gasp. "You go to libraries?"
"Oh shut up, Ronnikins, I saw her going to the library," George replied, rolling his eyes. Fred just chewed on his pie.
Suddenly, Hermione appeared, carrying with her two new books. She sat in between Ron and Harry who looked at her strangely.
"I can't believe you, 'Mione," Ron commented, "Books before food. Tsk, tsk, tsk."
Hermione gave a sigh and grinned. "I thought you were my best friend. You know what my nature is."
"Bookworm…" Harry teased. Hermione smiled good-naturedly.
…
Hermione lazed around the Gryffindor Common Room.
She was sitting on a comfortable couch with her legs up, a book in her hands.
Ginny, Lavender, Luna, and Parvati and Padma were huddled with her, each doing something to pass time by.
"You know, I think Harry's cute…" Ginny suddenly spoke up. All girls turned their heads to her and gave her a look of confusion. Ginny brought her hands up in defence. "What? I'm just saying…"
"Look, Gin, I know you love Harry very much but I don't see the need to suddenly announce that he's cute in front of us," said Lavender, filing her nails.
Ginny looked confused. "Oh, I don't know… I just want to tell everyone that's all…"
"Well," Lavender replied, "I think Ron's cute."
All heads turned to her.
"Eww," Ginny exclaimed in disgust, "Ron's far from cute."
"Now, now, Ginny dear, don't go insulting my boyfriend," Lavender chastised.
Hermione sighed. All girls talked about these days were boys. Just boys, boys, boys every single day.
To her surprise, though and to everyone's Luna was the next to announce.
"I think Neville's cute."
There was complete silence. No one possibly knew what to make out of the situation. Everyone just stared at her with their mouths open, closing and opening constantly, just like a fish.
Luna laughed softly. "Your faces look funny."
There was a sudden uproar.
"You do like Neville!" Padma shouted, laughing.
"We always thought you did!" Parvati concluded.
Hermione even made a comment. "And we know Neville likes you too!"
Luna frowned at Hermione's sentence. "He does?" she asked curiously.
"Merlin, Luna, you walk around like you guys are in a relationship!" laughed Lavender.
"I have to agree with Lav here," Ginny nodded.
All the while, Luna looked at them strangely.
"Neville and I… we've always been friends," she said to them.
"Merlin, Luna, you don't know how he feels don't you?" asked Lavender. Luna shyly looked at the ground. "Well, the Nargles gave me a hint about it…"
Hermione snorted. "Then the Nargles are right."
Luna's face brightened up. "It's true then!"
Everyone rolled their eyes and muttered a "yes, Luna, it's true."
Padma and Parvati suddenly shouted "We think someone's cute!" together and all the other girls turned to face them.
Parvati was the first to confess. "I think Dean's pretty… cute."
"And I think Seamus is funny… in a cute way," Padma concluded.
All the girls nodded in reply.
Everyone but Hermione had confessed one way or another. She was silently praying that no one took notice of her, and she went on with her book, the cover covering her face.
"How about you, Hermione," Ginny grinned, deviously.
I'm gonna kill you, Gin, Hermione thought, in rage; I'm gonna go kill you.
"Uh…" Hermione laughed nervously, "No one actually."
Then as if to lighten up the mood she continued, "Unless you don't count this really cute merman I saw."
Parvati and Padma squealed.
"Did you really see one?" asked Padma.
"Was he hot?" Parvati asked hungrily.
Hermione rolled her chocolate brown eyes. "No, I was lying."
Padma and Parvati's faces fell. "Oh," they echoed silently.
"But Hermione…" Luna's airy voice said, "I think you look quite comfortable with Draco."
Hermione almost dropped her book. She laughed. "Malfoy? Ha! Never in a million years."
Everyone looked at her, unconvinced.
"Never." Hermione repeated. "In a million years."
Still, no one made a sound.
"Aw, come on. You seriously think I like that little ferret?"
Nods from everyone in the room.
Hermione groaned. "I don't okay? I just… don't. You guys all know that I'm just his pretend girlfriend, right?"
Ginny was the first to speak up. "We understand."
Then just like that, everyone started to do what they were doing again.
….
Harry Potter and Ron Weasley looked at Hermione's retreating figure.
"Is she alright?" asked Harry.
"Harry, you of all people should know that Hermione knows how to take care of herself," Ron replied, though he looked a little worried as well. Harry just nodded and frowned.
"I'm just worried," Harry commented, "don't you think… she seems a bit off lately?"
Ron shrugged. "I guess so. Just a little bit. But at least she still thinks Malfoy's a git."
Harry let himself laugh and let loose.
"Yeah, Malfoy will forever be a git in Hermione's eyes."
….
The wind was blowing harder than possible.
Hermione wrapped her Hogwarts cloak tighter around her and fastened her scarf safely. She tied her hair into a ponytail to keep it from flapping around with the wind.
She sighed.
"Weather's cold, isn't it?" a voice said.
"Yeah," Hermione replied.
Then she realized…
Hermione whizzed around and saw Draco Malfoy with his hands in mid-air as a sign of defense.
"Hey," he said casually.
"What, no insults this time?"
"No. But if it pleases you then I'll be happy enough to call you a Mudblood."
Hermione rolled her eyes and allowed herself to look at the view.
"I think it's about to snow," says Draco, leaning on a pillar and glancing at where Hermione was staring.
"Observant, aren't we?"
"Yeah, I just might become a weather man," Draco answered, smirking.
Hermione allowed herself to laugh.
"Malfoy?"
"Yes?"
"I was just wondering…" Hermione bit her lip, "… how's your mum?"
She remembered what Harry had said about Narcissa. About how she let Harry live in exchange for Draco's safety, how much she wanted Draco to stay away from Voldemort.
How much she had loved Draco, her only son.
Hermione sunk down to her knees and sat there in silence. Draco did the same.
"She's sick." Draco replied simply.
The wind blew harder.
"Oh. I'm so sorry, I hope she gets better."
"I hope so too."
They sat there in silence until Hermione frowned and turned to Draco.
"Malfoy?"
"Yes?"
"Why did Narcissa stick with Lucius?"
Hermione realized she had said something wrong when she saw Draco's eyes narrow threateningly at her and she immediately shook her head and mumbled a sorry in response to Draco's reaction.
She had always known that Narcissa and Lucius had a loveless relationship. Narcissa was no harm at all.
But just like Harry, she had thought that maybe Narcissa had actually loved Lucius.
Even if Lucius didn't return her feelings.
Draco had his head down now, and his steely eyes were glaring at the floor.
"I'll just tell you this, Granger," he whispered.
Hermione's eyes widened. "Okay," she croaked.
Draco went on. "To love… is to sacrifice."
And Hermione immediately knew what he meant.
….
Draco: Missnewkid, are you on a maternal leave?
Missnewkid: WHAT? ME? NO! I'M JUST THIRTEEN!
Draco: Well for a decade there, I thought you got yourself pregnant.
Missnewkid: FOR THE LOVE OF MERLIN, DRACO I'M THIRTEEN!
Draco: Wait, did Blaise get you pregnant? That bastard…
Missnewkid: *Smacks Draco on the head with a hairbrush*
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