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A/N: My name is Pen's Song. I am most inspired by songs, and I write stories that I think capture the song's feelings. Please read and review! I live for your feedback!! Oh, and as I was reviewing some of the fics here, I noticed something that I didn't understand. OCC?? What does it mean? I'm really stupid and all. Anywayz, here ya go!


Tell Him


Part I: Tainted/Forbidden

Hermione tried not to show the pain on her face. It wasn't right. It wasn't right at all. She hated Draco. No. She hated Malfoy. It was Malfoy she hated with all her heart and all her soul...and all her...

She couldn't even feign it anymore.

The truth was, he had tainted her. Taken her and changed her, given her a taste of what it was like to be in love with one of the most known boys in school. He had held her close and whispered in her ear...lies, presumably. Lies. All lies. And the part she couldn't forget. If she tried her hardest to wipe her mind blank of all her memories; her first meeting with Harry, all the way to her fifth birthday party, the memory of being in love with someone 'forbidden' would almost certainly remain.

He had ended it all a few days ago with a few well-timed words and a few well-placed glances. There was nothing else, except a brusque goodbye and the swishing of Draco's ebony black cloak, billowing behind him like as if a mysterious wind had summoned its strength to blow along behind him...to make him look even more cryptic.

Since then, Hermione positively dreaded Potions. There she could sit, and look out of the corner of her eye, watching him move ever so gracefully, watching his sapphire-pewter eyes light up with pride each time Snape showered praise on him. On certain days, a shaft of sunlight would shine in through an open window, land directly on him, and make the silver in his hair stand out like glints of a coin. She had already messed up two potions the past week, one a Laughing Potion, the other a mixture to turn your eyes whatever color you wanted. Jesus, she couldn't even remember the name! Hueview or something like that?

Staring out the window of her Common room, all alone, she wondered if there was somewhere she needed to be. A second later she snorted derisively, knowing that the only thing that was going on now was dinner. And if she went to dinner, she would see him with his icy eyes and his beautiful hair...and his cold smile that never failed to run bittersweet chills down her spine...and his caring, pure personality underneath it all, underneath all the layers of hatred, and prejudiced loathing. And she loved him. Two days into an assigned classroom project she thought would have been hell and she had loved him.

And she thought he had loved her too.