Disclaimer: Harry Potter isn't mine and will never be mine, not unless the world turns upside down. Harry Potter is owned by a genius person in the name of J.K Rowling. And the last time I checked it, the world isn't upside down.
A/N: This is my first fic so don't blame me if it sucks. I've finally gotten my lazy ass up and post this fic.
Now on with the story:
Hermione's POV:
Harry and Ginny---
I sniffed at the thought.
How could they?
Harry, my boyfriend who's supposedly to be in love with me and Ginny, my so-called best friend, Kissing.
Kissing.
Kissing.
Oh God. How will I survive this?
"Well, well. If isn't little Miss know-it-all Granger." A drawling voice said.
Malfoy.
"Sod off Malfoy."
"Oh. Granger is crying." He sneered. "Did Weasel broke your heart this time? Or maybe Potty did."
"Neither, so can you just get lost?"
"Why would I?"
"Because I told so."
"Why, I wouldn't let a mudblood demand me to leave."
"You and your god-damn-pride."
'That hurts, Granger." He remarked sarcastically.
"Can you please leave me alone and do everyone a favor by committing a suicide?"
That was pretty harsh.
Malfoy paused for a second, like he's reflecting on my words.
Oh God. How I wish I could take those words back. Nobody, not even Malfoy deserved that.
"Am I all that bad?"
I was shocked at the reply.
He was all that bad, but I can't tell him that.
I looked at him.
He's staring at the lake.
Judging on the look on his face, he wants an honest answer.
"Yeah." I replied softly.
We sat there in silence, pondering for words.
I think hard.
Nothing.
I can't say a damn thing.
"Damn my father." He cursed.
Finally.
I did a double take on his words.
Damn his father?
"Damn your father?"
"Yeah." He replied with an obvious hatred in his voice. "This is all his fault."
"It's no ones fault but yours, Draco." I replied, though oblivious on what that fault is.
He's still staring at the lake.
Not even noticing that I called him on his first name, for the first time.
"Surprise, surprise. Where did that ugly ferret go?"
I spoke too soon.
I laughed at this retort.
Hearing me laugh for the first time, he grinned.
He glanced at me, my eyes meeting his.
There's no coldness in it anymore.
Sadness. That's what I see.
I blushed, then turned away realizing that I've been holding an eye contact with him.
"So," I began. 'What's this fault all about?"
"Everything."
Why do I have to open that subject again? He feels delicate about it.
Ha. Me and my nosy intelligent self.
"Everything?" I echoed.
"Yeah, Everything." He replied w/ hardness in his voice.
Oh God. I really hate myself.
"From me being sorted to Slytherin and---"
I cut him off.
"What's wrong with that?" I asked.
"Well, that stupid sorting hat said 'ooh, another Malfoy. Your father and grandfathers had used me before. I just know where to place you. Better be, Slytherin!'" he mimicked… badly.
I laughed.
If there's anything he's good at, it's definitely not mocking people--- or objects.
"It's not funny, Granger."
I paused
Oh God, Why do I have to act without even thinking?
"Sorry." I said. "Continue."
He glared at me. "Never mind. I can't afford to be laughed at again.
Was that rejection?
"Really, I'm sorry." I pleaded. "I mean, I wasn't thinking at that time."
"As always." He said in a fake sneer.
I grinned.
"You're not a great actor, don't you know that?"
"Unfortunately."
My grin widened.
"So, about that sorting hat." I began. "Why are you mad? You see, all the Weasleys have been sorted in Gryffindor, even the Creevey bros---"
"But not the Patil twins." He interrupted.
He had a point.
"Oh well. Everything has its exemptions." I reasoned out.
"That's what I'm mad about." He explained. "The sorting hat didn't even think twice in putting me in Slytherin."
I blinked.
Now this is getting weirder.
"Just because I'm a Malfoy, that's why he placed me there. Why, he didn't even read my mind. He just yelled Slytherin all of a sudden just because he heard my name. My stupid name.
I stared at him in disbelief.
Is this really Draco Malfoy?
"Sorry." I said looking down.
"You shouldn't be sorry." He replied. "It's not your fault that I have Pansy all over my shoulders, a bad reputation in school, Crabbe and Goyle as my companions---"
I cut him off. Again.
"But you were friends with them even before you were sorted." I stated with a frown.
"Well, my butthead of a father introduced me to them, just because those airheads' fathers are deatheaters too." He explained. "And besides, those two has their fist larger than their brains."
I laughed again.
It was true, Crabbe and Goyle are huge but their body doesn't go with the size of their brains. And that's putting it mildly.
"That's the 3rd time Granger."
Oops.
"Well, I never thought you cared that much about me."
He raised his eyebrows quizzically.
"Counting the times you made me laugh?" I smirked.
"Whatever, Granger."
"Whatever you say." I agreed. " So, what's that annoying-Pansy-all-over-my-shoulders-thing?"
"You know that. Pansy is nothing but a loud mouthed bitch who never cease on pestering me."
"Really…" I teased. "You went to the Yule ball with her…"
"Heh. Yeah right. " he said with an obvious disgust in her voice. "Whom do you think would I rather go with? Bullstrode?"
I tried my best not to laugh.
Draco and Millicent?
So unlikely.
I couldn't take it anymore. I thought trying my best to hide my laughter.
I snorted.
"Laugh all you want, Granger." He said neither in a mad tone, nor in a happy tone.
"I tried my best to hide it." I explained. "Maybe you should honor me for that."
"Honor you for trying not to laugh but failing miserably?" he retorted.
"Well, it's hard not to laugh especially when picturing you and Millicent together."
He too, guffawed realizing what I meant.
As soon as we stopped laughing our butts off, we had an awkward silence.
I cleared my throat. " If you really think Pansy is annoying and everything, why didn't you just went
to the dance alone?"
"Don't make me laugh Granger." He said sarcastically. "Go to the dance alone while Potter is shoving in front of my face that he has a date? Never."
"Typical Malfoy." I muttered under my breath but his keen sense of hearing didn't miss it.
"Whatever." He muttered too. "And besides, the one whom I wanted to ask that time is not available."
Now this is a gossip.
"Really? Who?" I asked.
He fell silent.
"You."
I stared at him, wide eyed in agape.
Me?
Oh My God.
I looked at his face, looking for any sign of sneer, triumphant smirk or any sign of fraudness.
Nothing.
He's serious.
He wanted to go to the dance with me that time, while I was busy mooning over Krum.
How bad can I get?
Get hold of yourself girl. A voice inside me said. You aren't even sure if he's serious.
"Great going Malfoy, I almost believed you in there." I replied trying to be sarcastic as possible.
"You don't believe me?" He asked with a mixture of hurt and sadness in his voice.
"I don't know." I replied honestly.
A glimmer of disappointment flickered in his eyes.
"Let's change the subject." I suggested.
He nodded.
Silence.
Again.
Anyone there?
Fine, I'm doing it.
"Why are you nice to me right now?" I asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I thought I'll never see the day that I'll carry a decent conversation with you."
"Oh." He replied simply.
"Uh huh."
"Well." He began. " Maybe to say goodbye."
My heart stopped beating.
Goodbye?
"What do you mean?" Now it's my turn to ask it.
"My dad just enrolled me to Durmstrangs. He finally persuaded my mum to enroll me there."
"You… you're leaving?" I stuttered.
You're leaving just when I realize my feelings for you?
"Yeah, tomorrow."
If my heart stopped beating while ago, now it's broken.
I tried to hold back tears that's stinging in my eyes.
"Wow, Congratulations. Dream Come True." I congratulated, smiling, despite of myself.
He looked at me quizzically.
Oh God, I need to get out of here.
I glanced at my watch.
10:30 pm?
Oh great.
"It's pretty late. I suggest we should go back to our dorm now." I suggested standing up.
He stood up too.
Without thinking, I leaned over to give him a peck on the lips.
I felt a chill in my spine at that moment.
He's a great kisser.
Even though I kissed him for only a second.
Oh God.
"What was that for?" he asked.
I paused.
Uh oh. I kissed him for no reason and there's no way I'm gonna tell him that I love him. No way.
"For letting me forget about my problems." I replied nonchalantly.
It was the truth.
I completely forgot about Harry and Ginny. And the thought didn't bother me at all.
"My pleasure, I guess." He said not sure of what to do.
I smiled than started walking towards the castle.
"Hermione, wait." Said Malfoy.
I felt warmth spread through me when I heard him say my first name. For the first time.
I turned around, only to be greeted by a kiss.
Draco's kiss.
I expected it to be a mere brush on the lips, but no.
The kiss grew deeper, more passionate.
Way longer than the first.
And better.
We broke apart, gasping for breath.
"Wow" I muttered.
"Yeah, I guess." He grinned nervously.
Then a question hit my head.
"What was that for?" I asked.
"For listening to my rantings." He replied.
I smiled at him. He smiled back.
We walked to the castle in silence, happy silence until we reached the end.
The place that we should part.
'So, I guess I'll see you tomorrow then." I said.
"Guess so. Bye."
I started to walk away.
Then I heard it.
"I love you Hermione."
I turned around, but he isn't there anymore.
Instead, I heard faint footsteps heading to the other direction.
A tear fell from my eye.
Followed by another.
Until I realized that I was crying.
Just like while ago, but for entirely different reason.
'I love you too Draco Malfoy.'
End.
A/N: At last. Please review this fic. C.C's (constructive criticism ) is allowed, but if you'll flame me, please don't bother to review. This is my first fic and I'm only 13 so don't blame me if it sucks.
A/N: This is my first fic so don't blame me if it sucks. I've finally gotten my lazy ass up and post this fic.
Now on with the story:
Hermione's POV:
Harry and Ginny---
I sniffed at the thought.
How could they?
Harry, my boyfriend who's supposedly to be in love with me and Ginny, my so-called best friend, Kissing.
Kissing.
Kissing.
Oh God. How will I survive this?
"Well, well. If isn't little Miss know-it-all Granger." A drawling voice said.
Malfoy.
"Sod off Malfoy."
"Oh. Granger is crying." He sneered. "Did Weasel broke your heart this time? Or maybe Potty did."
"Neither, so can you just get lost?"
"Why would I?"
"Because I told so."
"Why, I wouldn't let a mudblood demand me to leave."
"You and your god-damn-pride."
'That hurts, Granger." He remarked sarcastically.
"Can you please leave me alone and do everyone a favor by committing a suicide?"
That was pretty harsh.
Malfoy paused for a second, like he's reflecting on my words.
Oh God. How I wish I could take those words back. Nobody, not even Malfoy deserved that.
"Am I all that bad?"
I was shocked at the reply.
He was all that bad, but I can't tell him that.
I looked at him.
He's staring at the lake.
Judging on the look on his face, he wants an honest answer.
"Yeah." I replied softly.
We sat there in silence, pondering for words.
I think hard.
Nothing.
I can't say a damn thing.
"Damn my father." He cursed.
Finally.
I did a double take on his words.
Damn his father?
"Damn your father?"
"Yeah." He replied with an obvious hatred in his voice. "This is all his fault."
"It's no ones fault but yours, Draco." I replied, though oblivious on what that fault is.
He's still staring at the lake.
Not even noticing that I called him on his first name, for the first time.
"Surprise, surprise. Where did that ugly ferret go?"
I spoke too soon.
I laughed at this retort.
Hearing me laugh for the first time, he grinned.
He glanced at me, my eyes meeting his.
There's no coldness in it anymore.
Sadness. That's what I see.
I blushed, then turned away realizing that I've been holding an eye contact with him.
"So," I began. 'What's this fault all about?"
"Everything."
Why do I have to open that subject again? He feels delicate about it.
Ha. Me and my nosy intelligent self.
"Everything?" I echoed.
"Yeah, Everything." He replied w/ hardness in his voice.
Oh God. I really hate myself.
"From me being sorted to Slytherin and---"
I cut him off.
"What's wrong with that?" I asked.
"Well, that stupid sorting hat said 'ooh, another Malfoy. Your father and grandfathers had used me before. I just know where to place you. Better be, Slytherin!'" he mimicked… badly.
I laughed.
If there's anything he's good at, it's definitely not mocking people--- or objects.
"It's not funny, Granger."
I paused
Oh God, Why do I have to act without even thinking?
"Sorry." I said. "Continue."
He glared at me. "Never mind. I can't afford to be laughed at again.
Was that rejection?
"Really, I'm sorry." I pleaded. "I mean, I wasn't thinking at that time."
"As always." He said in a fake sneer.
I grinned.
"You're not a great actor, don't you know that?"
"Unfortunately."
My grin widened.
"So, about that sorting hat." I began. "Why are you mad? You see, all the Weasleys have been sorted in Gryffindor, even the Creevey bros---"
"But not the Patil twins." He interrupted.
He had a point.
"Oh well. Everything has its exemptions." I reasoned out.
"That's what I'm mad about." He explained. "The sorting hat didn't even think twice in putting me in Slytherin."
I blinked.
Now this is getting weirder.
"Just because I'm a Malfoy, that's why he placed me there. Why, he didn't even read my mind. He just yelled Slytherin all of a sudden just because he heard my name. My stupid name.
I stared at him in disbelief.
Is this really Draco Malfoy?
"Sorry." I said looking down.
"You shouldn't be sorry." He replied. "It's not your fault that I have Pansy all over my shoulders, a bad reputation in school, Crabbe and Goyle as my companions---"
I cut him off. Again.
"But you were friends with them even before you were sorted." I stated with a frown.
"Well, my butthead of a father introduced me to them, just because those airheads' fathers are deatheaters too." He explained. "And besides, those two has their fist larger than their brains."
I laughed again.
It was true, Crabbe and Goyle are huge but their body doesn't go with the size of their brains. And that's putting it mildly.
"That's the 3rd time Granger."
Oops.
"Well, I never thought you cared that much about me."
He raised his eyebrows quizzically.
"Counting the times you made me laugh?" I smirked.
"Whatever, Granger."
"Whatever you say." I agreed. " So, what's that annoying-Pansy-all-over-my-shoulders-thing?"
"You know that. Pansy is nothing but a loud mouthed bitch who never cease on pestering me."
"Really…" I teased. "You went to the Yule ball with her…"
"Heh. Yeah right. " he said with an obvious disgust in her voice. "Whom do you think would I rather go with? Bullstrode?"
I tried my best not to laugh.
Draco and Millicent?
So unlikely.
I couldn't take it anymore. I thought trying my best to hide my laughter.
I snorted.
"Laugh all you want, Granger." He said neither in a mad tone, nor in a happy tone.
"I tried my best to hide it." I explained. "Maybe you should honor me for that."
"Honor you for trying not to laugh but failing miserably?" he retorted.
"Well, it's hard not to laugh especially when picturing you and Millicent together."
He too, guffawed realizing what I meant.
As soon as we stopped laughing our butts off, we had an awkward silence.
I cleared my throat. " If you really think Pansy is annoying and everything, why didn't you just went
to the dance alone?"
"Don't make me laugh Granger." He said sarcastically. "Go to the dance alone while Potter is shoving in front of my face that he has a date? Never."
"Typical Malfoy." I muttered under my breath but his keen sense of hearing didn't miss it.
"Whatever." He muttered too. "And besides, the one whom I wanted to ask that time is not available."
Now this is a gossip.
"Really? Who?" I asked.
He fell silent.
"You."
I stared at him, wide eyed in agape.
Me?
Oh My God.
I looked at his face, looking for any sign of sneer, triumphant smirk or any sign of fraudness.
Nothing.
He's serious.
He wanted to go to the dance with me that time, while I was busy mooning over Krum.
How bad can I get?
Get hold of yourself girl. A voice inside me said. You aren't even sure if he's serious.
"Great going Malfoy, I almost believed you in there." I replied trying to be sarcastic as possible.
"You don't believe me?" He asked with a mixture of hurt and sadness in his voice.
"I don't know." I replied honestly.
A glimmer of disappointment flickered in his eyes.
"Let's change the subject." I suggested.
He nodded.
Silence.
Again.
Anyone there?
Fine, I'm doing it.
"Why are you nice to me right now?" I asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I thought I'll never see the day that I'll carry a decent conversation with you."
"Oh." He replied simply.
"Uh huh."
"Well." He began. " Maybe to say goodbye."
My heart stopped beating.
Goodbye?
"What do you mean?" Now it's my turn to ask it.
"My dad just enrolled me to Durmstrangs. He finally persuaded my mum to enroll me there."
"You… you're leaving?" I stuttered.
You're leaving just when I realize my feelings for you?
"Yeah, tomorrow."
If my heart stopped beating while ago, now it's broken.
I tried to hold back tears that's stinging in my eyes.
"Wow, Congratulations. Dream Come True." I congratulated, smiling, despite of myself.
He looked at me quizzically.
Oh God, I need to get out of here.
I glanced at my watch.
10:30 pm?
Oh great.
"It's pretty late. I suggest we should go back to our dorm now." I suggested standing up.
He stood up too.
Without thinking, I leaned over to give him a peck on the lips.
I felt a chill in my spine at that moment.
He's a great kisser.
Even though I kissed him for only a second.
Oh God.
"What was that for?" he asked.
I paused.
Uh oh. I kissed him for no reason and there's no way I'm gonna tell him that I love him. No way.
"For letting me forget about my problems." I replied nonchalantly.
It was the truth.
I completely forgot about Harry and Ginny. And the thought didn't bother me at all.
"My pleasure, I guess." He said not sure of what to do.
I smiled than started walking towards the castle.
"Hermione, wait." Said Malfoy.
I felt warmth spread through me when I heard him say my first name. For the first time.
I turned around, only to be greeted by a kiss.
Draco's kiss.
I expected it to be a mere brush on the lips, but no.
The kiss grew deeper, more passionate.
Way longer than the first.
And better.
We broke apart, gasping for breath.
"Wow" I muttered.
"Yeah, I guess." He grinned nervously.
Then a question hit my head.
"What was that for?" I asked.
"For listening to my rantings." He replied.
I smiled at him. He smiled back.
We walked to the castle in silence, happy silence until we reached the end.
The place that we should part.
'So, I guess I'll see you tomorrow then." I said.
"Guess so. Bye."
I started to walk away.
Then I heard it.
"I love you Hermione."
I turned around, but he isn't there anymore.
Instead, I heard faint footsteps heading to the other direction.
A tear fell from my eye.
Followed by another.
Until I realized that I was crying.
Just like while ago, but for entirely different reason.
'I love you too Draco Malfoy.'
End.
A/N: At last. Please review this fic. C.C's (constructive criticism ) is allowed, but if you'll flame me, please don't bother to review. This is my first fic and I'm only 13 so don't blame me if it sucks.