A/N: ::sadness:: I dunno if you people are liking this or not because I can't access fanfiction.net. I hope you are. If u wouldn't mind I would appreciate you all checking out some of Padfootbabe's fics. She is the only reason that my fics are getting posted at all. Anywho, here's chapter 8. Hope ya love it and that no one flames me!
Ch.8
Draco continues to stare out the window for another hour. He had never noticed it before but when one is left alone for long amounts of time, they tend to think way too much. He hadn't brought anything with him since he had been unconscious when arriving at the hospital wing and he didn't have anyone that came to visit him so he had absolutely nothing to do. Hermione continued to write in her journal and he couldn't help but be curious. What was she writing about? He assumed it was about him considering there wasn't much else to write about in the hospital wing. He wondered if she liked him at all. Not as a crush, as a person. Did she think he was evil and heartless like her friends? Or did she know there was more to him? He sighed again and tried not to think so much as another owl headed toward the castle.
Hermione finally put down her quill and looked up. Draco was still staring out the window and they were still alone. She looked back down at what she had written. It said:
Dear Journal,
- I don't know how much more of this I can take. I hate being here so much. I can't talk or read or do my work or anything. Just write in you and attempt to have conversations with Draco. I don't know why he won't talk to me. I've tried to be as polite as possible to him. I really have. I don't know why. My mouth kind of says whatever it wants without consulting my brain first. That's going to get me in trouble someday. Either that or embarrass the stuffing out of me. I suppose I shouldn't worry about that until it happens though. I miss Harry and especially Ron. I haven't talked to them in days because they've been busy with classes. I understand but I still wish they'd come visit. I get to leave tomorrow and I'm SO happy! I don't want to be here anymore and I don't want to be with Draco anymore. I have a feeling that there's more to him but I don't think he's going to tell me about it any time soon. I'm getting tired of just sitting here writing. I want to get up and walk around and talk to people. If I did I'd probably be in pain but I don't care anymore. That potion definitely had some side effects. I can't bend any of my joints too well and I can't move a lot. I can roll over and sit up but that's about it. Not like I need to do anything else in here anyway. That medicine she just gave me is starting to kick in. I can move a bit more and the ache is going away. That's good. My hand is starting to hurt so I guess I'll try a conversation again. I'll write about it later.
Love ~ Hermione
She closed her journal and turned toward Draco. She shook her head when she saw Draco was still staring out the window. There really wasn't anything out there!
"Draco?" she said hopefully.
"What?" he asked her with no tone of sarcasm or rudeness in his voice for once. Hermione thought quickly for something to say. She hadn't seriously expected him to answer.
"Er..Do you expect any visitors?"
"No."
"Oh. What about Pansy? I thought she and you were close."
"Then you thought wrong."
"Alright then. So...what's your favorite color?"
"Why on Earth do you care?"
"I'm trying to have a conversation here! I can't stand not talking for this long!"
"Oh. Green. You?"
"Blue I think. Purple too."
After a while of this sort of small talk the two found out they had a lot in common. More then they'd expected. However, neither used any tone friendlier then what one would use in a business meeting. They were quiet for a while, and then Draco decided to ask her something.
"Hermione, what do you write about in your journal?"
"Well, that's kind of personal to tell someone that I barely even know."
"You know my favorite color, favorite food, favorite number, class, and my middle name. What more do you need?"
"Alright already. I write about things that are going on in my life. Sometimes poems. Usually just small entries about my day."
"How was that personal?"
"Never mind."
For the next 2 day the two spent their time like this. Small talk here and there, mostly sleeping off the medicine and Hermione writing in her journal. By the time they left nothing had changed. Except for the fact that there was hope for a friendship. Hermione no longer hated Draco because she knew him better and Draco still had small feelings for Hermione no matter how hard it was for him to admit it.
A/N: ::smacks forehead continuously:: WHY? Why can't I write 1 non-fucked up LONG chapter? Sorry for the delays and the short chapter and the all together crappy fic! Please don't flame me! They're painful!
