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Embarrased. Thats how she felt. She was sitting alone in her table as
usual, eating her lunch slowly, daring not to look up. She felt kind of
floopy after Draco had picked her up. It made her stomach turn. Before she
knew it, she finally looked up and saw half of Hogwarts gone. Well actually
all of them. Except one. Draco. Whats he doing here? Hermione thought as
she picked up her books. Why didn't he follow the other Slytherins? She
walked away, trying to look at him at the corner of her eye and she saw him
following her. She couldn't help it. She turned around, her hair smacking
right in his face. "What're you playing at Malfoy!" she spat. Draco looked
at her, surprised. "You ought to be more polite to the guy that saved your
life!" he retorded. "I could've saved my own life." she replied. He
snorted. "Then how come you can't swim?" he said. Hermione's face went red.
He had caught her. "Look, I don't know why your following me but-" she
stopped. He looked at her with his eyebrows raised. "I-I don't know what I
was thinking when I wrote that note." she said. She expected Draco to smirk
and say yeah right, I know what you were thinking but instead, Draco turned
a sheer bush of red. "Then you shouldn't have wrote it!" he yelled, pushing
her out of the way before he stomped off. Hermione sat there, on the floor,
brushing herself off. She didn't know how to react at this point. Why was
he so mad? Didn't he think she was ugly and worthless? Didn't he call her a
mudblood? Hermione felt her eyelashes get wet. What the hell is this? Why
am I crying over a Malfoy! And why the hell am I crying at all? All he did
is push me. She sighed, and squinted, hoping the tears would disolve and
walked on. Why was he mad? she thought again. He had fifty girls all over
him, even hufflepuffs and maybe some slytherins. But why did he push her
away for no reason? Hermione didn't know it yet, but she'd be finding out
very soon.
Draco ran his hand through his silky silver hair, looking out his window. It was nearly midnight and Crabbe and Goyle were snoring away. He put his arms around himself, looking at the night sky. He wrinkled up his nose. How corney am I? he thought to himself. He thought of what happend this morning. When that bloody Granger announced that she was too good for him. But did he care? Who was he really? Sometimes when he cursed at his mother and father and when sometimes his anger got the best of himself, he felt guilty..he felt dirty and felt as if his skin had bad blood that was invisible to the human eye. But sometimes he felt free and nice and thats what scared him. Were they right? Was he just trying to be evil to be part of a group? Or to act or look tough so nobody would mess with him? Just to get that sweet revenge? Why he pushed Granger he did not know. Why he felt upset he didn't know that either. Yet somehow Granger didn't seem as skinny as before. She was taller, and her bushy hair actually looked fluffy more than bushy, and she was sort of cute in a way. But he could never fall in love with her, could he? Of course not. Sure when both their skin touched, it gave him a burning sensation, but that was all, right? He put his hands on his face. Please don't let me fall in love with her.. he prayed to himself. But you don't always get what you wish for.
Draco ran his hand through his silky silver hair, looking out his window. It was nearly midnight and Crabbe and Goyle were snoring away. He put his arms around himself, looking at the night sky. He wrinkled up his nose. How corney am I? he thought to himself. He thought of what happend this morning. When that bloody Granger announced that she was too good for him. But did he care? Who was he really? Sometimes when he cursed at his mother and father and when sometimes his anger got the best of himself, he felt guilty..he felt dirty and felt as if his skin had bad blood that was invisible to the human eye. But sometimes he felt free and nice and thats what scared him. Were they right? Was he just trying to be evil to be part of a group? Or to act or look tough so nobody would mess with him? Just to get that sweet revenge? Why he pushed Granger he did not know. Why he felt upset he didn't know that either. Yet somehow Granger didn't seem as skinny as before. She was taller, and her bushy hair actually looked fluffy more than bushy, and she was sort of cute in a way. But he could never fall in love with her, could he? Of course not. Sure when both their skin touched, it gave him a burning sensation, but that was all, right? He put his hands on his face. Please don't let me fall in love with her.. he prayed to himself. But you don't always get what you wish for.