Chapter 25 Before knowing what Happened.
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Hermione yawned and rolled to the side of the bed, only to be obstructed by a human hand.
'What the?'
'Don't roll over on me Granger. I don't need your filth.' Draco sneered.
'Yeah, um, sorry. Uh, I'm going to uh, go now, to uh, lessons.' Hermione stammered.
'Right, ok Granger.only today is a Sunday. No lessons on Sunday. Or did you forget?'
Oh shut up you stupid ignorant son of a-
Ah ah Granger. Better not do that. Remember, I can hear your thoughts.
Well, in that case, I'm going, out. Don't follow me. Hermione shot back.
As if I, Draco Malfoy, would want to follow a little mudblood like you. I have better things to do on my Sundays. Oh, and have a nice time at Hagrids he thought spitefully.
God. Hermione thought. Maybe Draco doesn't like me. I mean, I thought he did but.I can't hear any of his thoughts. I mean, I can, but their not like mine. Oh god, I hope he can't read my thoughts on him.
Back in the bedroom, Draco was talking. To himself of course. He had found out that If he talked aloud instead of thinking, Hermione couldn't read his mind. Something Hermione hadn't figured out yet. 'I like you Hermione' he whispered. 'I like you a lot.'
'So, what was out potions homework again? I wasn't listening.' said Ron.
'God, Ron. Classes are made to learn not to fool around and think about what your going to do with Pansy.' Hermione cried, exasperated.
'Yeah, well. Not all of us are as intellectual as you Herm.' Harry teased.
'Hmph.'
'By the way, Hermione, I've noticed that you're a bit withdrawn these days. Does it have anything to do with Draco Malfoy?' Ron asked.
'What?! What about Draco Malfoy?' Hermione stuttered.
Oh god please, don't let them catch on Hermione pleaded to herself.
'I mean, Mione, its obvious you have feelings for him. We know you too well to not notice.' Ron replied, casually.
'Fine, what if I do like him? What's it to you?' Hermione yelled and she stormed off.
How could they guess. I mean, they've only known me for 5 years and how could they have guessed that I like Draco? I mean, I haven't even talked to them for like, the whole term.
It dawned on her. She had not been spending as much time with them anymore. Of course they would guess that there was something wrong. She was so stupid. How could she, Hermione Granger, not have guessed?
'So Potter and Weasley know now huh?' Draco whispered softly to himself. 'What to do, what to do. better not talk to her for a few days, then they'll get the idea that I'm totally oblivious to Hermione's feelings towards me. Thank god she hasn't told them about our thought potion. That would get them really pissed.'
'Do you think Herm's really got feelings for Malfoy?' Harry asked Ron
'Nah, I doubt it. Mione was probably playing along with us when she stormed off like that.' he replied. 'God, even Mione wouldn't like a Malfoy.'
The pair knocked on the door of Hagrid's house, opened it, then went inside.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters.
Hermione yawned and rolled to the side of the bed, only to be obstructed by a human hand.
'What the?'
'Don't roll over on me Granger. I don't need your filth.' Draco sneered.
'Yeah, um, sorry. Uh, I'm going to uh, go now, to uh, lessons.' Hermione stammered.
'Right, ok Granger.only today is a Sunday. No lessons on Sunday. Or did you forget?'
Oh shut up you stupid ignorant son of a-
Ah ah Granger. Better not do that. Remember, I can hear your thoughts.
Well, in that case, I'm going, out. Don't follow me. Hermione shot back.
As if I, Draco Malfoy, would want to follow a little mudblood like you. I have better things to do on my Sundays. Oh, and have a nice time at Hagrids he thought spitefully.
God. Hermione thought. Maybe Draco doesn't like me. I mean, I thought he did but.I can't hear any of his thoughts. I mean, I can, but their not like mine. Oh god, I hope he can't read my thoughts on him.
Back in the bedroom, Draco was talking. To himself of course. He had found out that If he talked aloud instead of thinking, Hermione couldn't read his mind. Something Hermione hadn't figured out yet. 'I like you Hermione' he whispered. 'I like you a lot.'
'So, what was out potions homework again? I wasn't listening.' said Ron.
'God, Ron. Classes are made to learn not to fool around and think about what your going to do with Pansy.' Hermione cried, exasperated.
'Yeah, well. Not all of us are as intellectual as you Herm.' Harry teased.
'Hmph.'
'By the way, Hermione, I've noticed that you're a bit withdrawn these days. Does it have anything to do with Draco Malfoy?' Ron asked.
'What?! What about Draco Malfoy?' Hermione stuttered.
Oh god please, don't let them catch on Hermione pleaded to herself.
'I mean, Mione, its obvious you have feelings for him. We know you too well to not notice.' Ron replied, casually.
'Fine, what if I do like him? What's it to you?' Hermione yelled and she stormed off.
How could they guess. I mean, they've only known me for 5 years and how could they have guessed that I like Draco? I mean, I haven't even talked to them for like, the whole term.
It dawned on her. She had not been spending as much time with them anymore. Of course they would guess that there was something wrong. She was so stupid. How could she, Hermione Granger, not have guessed?
'So Potter and Weasley know now huh?' Draco whispered softly to himself. 'What to do, what to do. better not talk to her for a few days, then they'll get the idea that I'm totally oblivious to Hermione's feelings towards me. Thank god she hasn't told them about our thought potion. That would get them really pissed.'
'Do you think Herm's really got feelings for Malfoy?' Harry asked Ron
'Nah, I doubt it. Mione was probably playing along with us when she stormed off like that.' he replied. 'God, even Mione wouldn't like a Malfoy.'
The pair knocked on the door of Hagrid's house, opened it, then went inside.