It was several days later. Hermione had successfully avoided Draco and the
other Slytherins. But unfortunately, one afternoon, while Hermione was
researching the Salem witch trails in a corner of the library, Draco
approached her. As she saw him, she quickly looked for a way to escape
having to talk to him. There was none. She was trapped. As he stepped
towards her, Hermione's eyes burned with anger.
"What.do.you.want?" Each word was forced and full of venom.
"Hermione, I..." Draco placed his hands on her shoulders. Trembling with anger, Hermione glared at him.
"Do not touch me. You have no right."
"But I..."
"Do not talk to me ever again!" Hermione yelled.
"The truth is..."
"No! Let me go!" Hermione struggled out of his firm hold and slapped him hard across the face. A red mark quickly appeared on Draco's cheek, and he raised his cold hand to somewhat lessen the sting. Most of the pain though, was in his heart. Lowering his eyes, he struggled to breathe. Through a blur of hot tears, he saw a blur of black robes and brown hair rushing away from him. There was nothing left for him. His parents didn't care about him, apart from the fact his father wanted him to become a death eater. His friends only pretended to care because of his social status. And now he had lost Hermione. He felt sorry for all those times he had laughed at her, made her cry, made her feel less than she should. She was his goddess on a pedestal, and then he'd gone and believed that twit Pansy Parkinson when she said she needed help with her homework. It was common knowledge that Pansy was after him like crazy. Draco sank to his knees in the corner of the library and let the tears come.
*
Hermione ran up several flights of stairs and almost shouted the password at the Fat Lady. After peeling off her robes, Hermione went into the shower. Turning on the hot water to full, she scrubbed her arms hard, as if the soap and scalding water could wash away the anger in her. As her fury faded away, it was replaced by a dull ache in her heart. Hermione began crying as the realisation came that this ache was the result of her longing for Draco. It was tearing her apart. She scolded herself for feeling this way about someone who had betrayed her so badly. He'd taken her heart and torn it into a billion little shreds. Raising her fingers to her lips, she remembered the kisses they'd shared, the poetry they so passionately loved, and the insecure boy under the cold exterior. Hermione slid down against the wall of the shower and curled into a ball. All her grief and loneliness came pouring out through heaving, uncontrolled sobs.
"What.do.you.want?" Each word was forced and full of venom.
"Hermione, I..." Draco placed his hands on her shoulders. Trembling with anger, Hermione glared at him.
"Do not touch me. You have no right."
"But I..."
"Do not talk to me ever again!" Hermione yelled.
"The truth is..."
"No! Let me go!" Hermione struggled out of his firm hold and slapped him hard across the face. A red mark quickly appeared on Draco's cheek, and he raised his cold hand to somewhat lessen the sting. Most of the pain though, was in his heart. Lowering his eyes, he struggled to breathe. Through a blur of hot tears, he saw a blur of black robes and brown hair rushing away from him. There was nothing left for him. His parents didn't care about him, apart from the fact his father wanted him to become a death eater. His friends only pretended to care because of his social status. And now he had lost Hermione. He felt sorry for all those times he had laughed at her, made her cry, made her feel less than she should. She was his goddess on a pedestal, and then he'd gone and believed that twit Pansy Parkinson when she said she needed help with her homework. It was common knowledge that Pansy was after him like crazy. Draco sank to his knees in the corner of the library and let the tears come.
*
Hermione ran up several flights of stairs and almost shouted the password at the Fat Lady. After peeling off her robes, Hermione went into the shower. Turning on the hot water to full, she scrubbed her arms hard, as if the soap and scalding water could wash away the anger in her. As her fury faded away, it was replaced by a dull ache in her heart. Hermione began crying as the realisation came that this ache was the result of her longing for Draco. It was tearing her apart. She scolded herself for feeling this way about someone who had betrayed her so badly. He'd taken her heart and torn it into a billion little shreds. Raising her fingers to her lips, she remembered the kisses they'd shared, the poetry they so passionately loved, and the insecure boy under the cold exterior. Hermione slid down against the wall of the shower and curled into a ball. All her grief and loneliness came pouring out through heaving, uncontrolled sobs.