A\N: I need some responses!!! I'm going to start thinking you don't like my
story. Anywayz thanks to those of you who have responded. So, back to the
story. Lata!
-Dark Rogue
Disclaimer: If I owned any of these Characters I wouldn't be me. They belong to J.K. Rowling. So, lawyers, where ever you are, don't sue.
Chapter 4
Hermione's face shown with red- hot anger. How long had he been standing there, she thought to herself. Her face was starting to go back to normal color. Not being able to keep eye contact any longer, she was out of bed in a night gown, and looking for her clothes. Malfoy took a step toward her, thinking that he could maybe calm her down.
Apparently he was wrong. She shot him an evil glare, as she found her last garmet of clothing and stepped behind the changing curtain. Malfoy opened his mouth to say something, but thought better of it. As she stepped out, she walked straight up to him, and with all the strength she could muster, slapped him across the face. He was still in shock, when she opened her mouth to say something.
"How could you, Malfoy? Out of all the horrible things you've done and probably will ever do, why did you have to walk in on this?!" She said, trying to calm herself down, but it not working very well.
"Hermione, I-, how bad is it, I mean your cancer?" He said, trying to figure out how he was going to talk to her, now that he had learned one of her secrets.
Is he actually being nice, Hermione asked herself, kind- of clueless.
"It's fine, why? Are you going to use it against me in someway? If you are, I can garauntee you have another thing coming." She said threateningly.
"I won't, you can take my word for it, but I need to talk to you about something," he said, kindly.
"How do I know I can trust you?" she asked, folding her arms in front of her chest, defensively.
"You're just going to have to trust me, now aren't you?" He said, sliding a torn piece of parchment into her hand and turning on his heel, leaving.
What is he playing at, her mind asked, while her fingers unfolded the parchment.
Disclaimer: If I owned any of these Characters I wouldn't be me. They belong to J.K. Rowling. So, lawyers, where ever you are, don't sue.
Chapter 4
Hermione's face shown with red- hot anger. How long had he been standing there, she thought to herself. Her face was starting to go back to normal color. Not being able to keep eye contact any longer, she was out of bed in a night gown, and looking for her clothes. Malfoy took a step toward her, thinking that he could maybe calm her down.
Apparently he was wrong. She shot him an evil glare, as she found her last garmet of clothing and stepped behind the changing curtain. Malfoy opened his mouth to say something, but thought better of it. As she stepped out, she walked straight up to him, and with all the strength she could muster, slapped him across the face. He was still in shock, when she opened her mouth to say something.
"How could you, Malfoy? Out of all the horrible things you've done and probably will ever do, why did you have to walk in on this?!" She said, trying to calm herself down, but it not working very well.
"Hermione, I-, how bad is it, I mean your cancer?" He said, trying to figure out how he was going to talk to her, now that he had learned one of her secrets.
Is he actually being nice, Hermione asked herself, kind- of clueless.
"It's fine, why? Are you going to use it against me in someway? If you are, I can garauntee you have another thing coming." She said threateningly.
"I won't, you can take my word for it, but I need to talk to you about something," he said, kindly.
"How do I know I can trust you?" she asked, folding her arms in front of her chest, defensively.
"You're just going to have to trust me, now aren't you?" He said, sliding a torn piece of parchment into her hand and turning on his heel, leaving.
What is he playing at, her mind asked, while her fingers unfolded the parchment.