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Malfoy's version of things as Hermione enters the great hall, before she goes to speak to Hagrid.
Malfoy looked over at her, how could he not? His heart ached for her, but he was determined not to play the nice guy anymore. He had done that and now look what had happened, she had given him up for the sake of her friends.
He watched as she entered the hall, doing his best, which was very good, at not looking at her, yet still seeing her. He watched her sit separate from everyone and then get up and leave when they came close to her. Her decision was harder on her than he thought it had been, but his mind was made up, he would get his revenge on her and hurt her in the biggest way possible. He would hurt her more than she had ever hurt him, right in front of all of her friends. She would pay for making him feel like a fool.
As Hermione left the hall, Malfoy rose from the table and followed her. Now was not the time to humiliate, but it was the time to try and question her actions, her reasons, her desires, anything and everything that had to do with him and her he wanted to know.
As she hurried across the large marble floor, his footsteps echoed behind her, he wanted answers. Hermione had hardly stepped one foot out of the castle when he had her pinned against a wall. One hand around her wrists while the other held her across the throat, and try as she might she had no way of throwing him off of her.
"How are you holding up?" He asked her, his voice more strained than usual when he was speaking to her.
"Let me go Draco. Please I can't go through this conversation again."
"You tore my world apart Hermione. Do you expect me to walk away so easily?"
"Yes!" That one word was spoken with such conviction that Malfoy took a step backwards. He let her go, standing a bit away from her.
"There was a time that I loved you, that I would of died for you, but our love was a sham!" His voice was full of venom. "Now you can go to hell. No one treats a Malfoy the way you did and gets away with it."
Completely letting her go, Malfoy walked away, an evil smile of triumph on his face. He turned back, glaring at her from the castle doorway. "You thought that you could play me for a fool, you were wrong, way wrong!"
Hermione ran from the castle, her footsteps beating loudly in his head. Why couldn't she just give in to him, everyone else did. But she was being stubborn; he could not push her around and expect her to fall at his feet ready to obey his every command. That was what he most liked about her, the fact that she stood up for herself. How they got together was still a mystery to him. The how and the why were driving him crazy. How was it that they had gotten together? Why was it that Hermione meant more to him than anyone else had ever done? These questions were driving him around the bend, but he had one small note of satisfaction, the fact that Hermione still had to pay for making him feel the way that he did. As of that moment their relationship seemed to be back like it always was…just like old times.