Here is chapter eleven! This is kind of short, i am aware, but i thought that this scene should have a chapter of it's own. Oh and, please don't hate me for this! (lol) Last but not least, i would like to thank everyone who reviewed, alerted and favourited the previous chapter.(love you guys!)
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Hermione stood behind a corner, not far from the entrance of the Slytherin common room, waiting for a certain blonde Slytherin to pass by on his way back from quidditch practice. She was trying to convince herself that what she was doing could not be called stalking, but had no luck. The part of her mind insisting that this was weird had the upper hand. She just shrugged it off and kept waiting, she had been there for a while and she was not going to give up and leave now. No, she was too stubborn for that.
She did not have to wait much longer since the Slytherin prince found her himself. Hermione had zoned out, when she was brought back to reality by Draco's face way too close to hers.
"Are you looking for something?" he asked, leaning against the wall, his signature smirk on his lips, as always.
"Yes, for a never minding its own business ferret. Have you happened to come across it?" asked Hermione.
"I am afraid not, but I will keep an eye out for it" came Draco's remark, quickly. "I assume that you have come down here to talk" Draco figured that Hermione would come over to thank him for stopping Ron from pulling a prank on her, so he just stood there smiling.
"Yes, I wanted to have a word with you" Hermione could not believe that he actually had the nerve to smile. That is when Draco noticed that Hermione's expression was not one of gratefulness, but one of anger.
"Look, you don't have to…" Hermione cut him off though.
"How dare you punch Ron!" shouted Hermione. "How mean can you possibly be!"
Draco was taken by surprise. He had not seen anything like that coming.
"Excuse me?"
"You can obviously not go a day without making someone's life miserable! You always have to interfere, even when it is not any of your business! I have never met anyone more sly and pathetic than you!" Hermione just kept going.
"Granger, what the h…." Draco was now going from confused and irritated to angry. How could she say things like that! All he did was protect her, and there she was insulting him, in a way that no one has before.
"I can not believe that I thought, even for a minute, that you had actually changed! You will always be the same pathetic, prejudiced and immature kid! All you are good at is hurting others!" Hermione had gone too far, but found that she was unable to stop.. Maybe it had nothing to do with Draco hurting Ron, maybe that was just an excuse for her to let it all out. "You, evil, little cockroach!"
Any hint of a smirk was now whipped off of Draco's face. His features were hard, and his eyes unreadable. The walls that took so long to take down were up once again, this time stronger.
"I've said it before, and I will say it once again. You don't know me. You don't know a damn thing about me." His voice was cold, almost threatening. He took one step foward while the words left his mouth, and Hermione took a step backwards, realising for the first time that he could probably be dangerous if he wanted to.
"I know that you were totally fine with punching Ron, for no apparent reason at that!" exclaimed Hermione.
"For no apparent reason! So that is what he said!" yelled Draco, now everything being clear to him.
"Yes, that is exactly what he said!" replied Hermione.
"You just don't get it, do you? How oblivious can you be?"
"Well help me get it!" yelled Hermione, now right in front of him. "Help me get you, because frankly I am having trouble doing so." Hermione paused for a couple of seconds, looking into his stormy eyes searching for something that would give away his motives, thoughts, anything.
She went on, he voice now slightly lower. "So, why do you do it? Are you just naturally vicious?" she asked and glared at him, waiting for an answer. Hermione saw sadness flash through his eyes just for a split second, before it being replaced by desperation and then going total blank.
"No, it is not because of that." He practically whispered, before taking a step backwards.
"Then what is it?" demanded Hermione.
Draco sighed. "Just forget it." He said, his tone soft, tired. "I am done." He then turned around and left, leaving Hermione standing there, wondering whether she had gone too far.
Ginny might have been right, she was lying to herself.
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