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A/N: Little to no Twinks in this section. This is the revealing, its kinda sappy romancey.. If this story stays this way I may have to change it from Humor to Romance… hrmmm maybe.. nah.. I hope to bring back the humor SOON. =)
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Revelations
Hermione
Granger was seated at a table at the back of the library, intently reading her
schoolbooks, attempting to finish off her homework for that weekend in one
night. Just as she finished her Charms
homework and closed the textbook did she hear the sniffling of another student
at a table behind a row of library books? She peered through the opening of a shelf only to see Draco Malfoy with
his head in his hands, white blonde hair spilling through his fingers, and
shoulders heaving as he cried. She felt
a deep sorrow for the young man sitting only a few feet away, and against her
better judgment went to sit beside him.
"Draco
what's wrong? You've been acting so
strange lately. Usually you don't even
seem to have feelings and now.. Now your crying in the library."
"I
don't know, Hermione. I went to the
dance feeling just like I always did, hating Potter and Weasley and not liking
you much either, but then something happened. I don't know what, and when I looked at you. It's stupid and I know you don't want to hear it." He turned away from her staring at a spot on
the wall.
"Damnit,
I might regret this but I do want to hear it. I've never seen you so upset Draco. See I care I'm even calling you Draco! Instead of Malfoy. Something is
definitely wrong and I want to help if I can."
"You
want to know? Do you? Then I'll tell you. I went to the dance hating Potter, Hating
Weasley, Completely pissed off at you for always knowing all the answers, for
always being everyone's best pupil, for even getting under Snape's exterior at
times, and then I cam home from the dance. I came home from the dance in love with you."
"You
what? You can't be in love with
me. It's not possible, I'm a Muggle
Born, what would your father say?"
"I
don't care. All I care about is what
you think. I've spent every night since
the dance dreaming of you, of holding you, and loving you. I've wanted nothing more than to talk to you
like a human being, and I know that I can't. Because I never treated you like the person that you were. I always treated you like my father wanted
me to treat people. Like Voldemort
wanted me to treat people." Hermione's
heart seemed to swell with unknown feelings for the young man sitting beside
her. Without thinking she wrapped her
arms around his body wanting to comfort his tears.
"Draco
it'll be alright. Think, did anything
happen at the party, anything at all? Did you hit your head eat anything
strange? Anything?"
"No..
Nothing. Wait! Gred and Forge.. Err
Fred And George! One of them bumped
into me, spilling my pumpkin juice all over the other, damn if they don't look
the same. They got me some more to
drink, It tasted a bit off, but I didn't seem to care. I figured someone just spike the punch
again. Someone always spikes the
punch. What did they do?" He all but
cried, causing the librarian to send a loud shush in their general direction.
"Draco come with me,
we have to see Dumbledore." Hermione stated firmly as she gathered her things
and pulled a much happier Draco out of the library by the hand.
A/N: More to come.. Thanks For Reading!!!