Chapter 12
Hermione loved being with Draco. She loved kissing him. She loved looking at him. She loved leaning her head against his strong chest, and hearing his heart beat as fast as hers was beating. She loved it when he ran his fingers through her hair and looked into her eyes as if she were the only thing keeping him alive. She loved hearing breathy words so close to her ears. She loved to feel her knees weaken and her stomach drop whenever he touched her.
But, this wasn't allowed. This romance, this dream, this fantasy... it wasn't supposed to be happening. She promised herself that she would stop seeing Draco. That she would ignore him. If she didn't, everyone would hate her. Even the Slytherins, who already despise her with the fire of one thousand suns, would feel a deeper hatred towards her if she and Draco were to come out with the truth.
All this was running through Hermione's mind while water was pounding down on her. She was still cold, although Draco had covered some of her with his coat and they were in the middle of a very passionate snog session. "I told myself I would ignore him. And I will," she thought to herself. When she had a chance to pull up from the kiss, she said "I.. I can't do this anymore. I'm sorry." She turned around and ran back inside. Well, it was true. She was really sorry. She ran up to the Gryffindor tower and walked into the common room. The place was crowded. "Must be a party," she thought. She passed a table covered with pastries and pumpkin juice and walked over to where Ron and Harry were playing an exciting game of Exploding Snap. "Oh, hey 'Mione! Where've you been??" Ron asked.
"On the grounds."
"What for?? You're soaked!"
"Yes, I know."
"Well.. go on. Why'd you go outside in weather like this?"
"Draco wanted a few last words."
"Huh? Why were you talking to Malfoy? Is he dying or something?"
Hermione looked from Ron to Harry. Had Harry not told Ron?
"Umm. didn't Harry tell you?"
"Tell me what?" Silence. After a few more moments and Ron looking frantically from Harry to Hermione, he repeated himself louder, "TELL ME WHAT!?" Hermione was about to answer, but as she opened her mouth, Harry began to talk. She was quite relieved, and let Harry take this one.
"Well, Ron. Hermione and Draco were caught together at the dance."
"Ohhhh! Hahahaha, why would you want to dance with Malfoy??"
"Ron.. they weren't dancing." After a few seconds of deep thinking on Ron's part, it finally registered in.
"Ahhhh."
"Yes." After several moments of Ron and Harry exchanging looks, Ron was covering his mouth with his hand and every now and then let out a quiet snicker.
"Oh God, Ron. Just let it out!" Hermione demanded. At that Ron and Harry both burst out laughing uncontrollably, both cheeks as red as Ron's hair. After a minute or so, they were still laughing, on the floor and clutching their sides. "At least they took it well," thought Hermione.
- - - - - - - - - - - - -
Draco sat on top of his bed in his dormitory casually scribbling something down on a piece of paper.
-Why?-
He tied it onto his owl's leg and whispered the destination into its ear. It quickly flew out the window and within two minutes, it was back with a reply.
-I don't know. I can't do this anymore.-
On the back of the parchment, he wrote:
-You told me that already. Tell me the truth.-
This went on for about 20 or 30 minutes, each answer and question brief and to the point. He read through their conversation on the piece of parchment after it had ended.
-Why?-
-I don't know. I can't do this anymore.-
-You told me that already. Tell me the truth.-
-My friends would kill me. Everyone would hate me.-
-I understand. Do you still have feelings for me?-
-Yes, but Draco, you know it can't happen.-
-How we feel should be the only thing that matters.-
-No.-
-Why not? Who cares what everyone else thinks?-
-Me.-
-After awhile, they'll get used to it.-
-Oh really? How long is awhile, Draco? Two weeks? My friends mean more to me than two weeks.-
-Yes, me too. But I wasn't thinking two weeks.-
-How long then?-
-However long it takes.-
-Takes for what?-
-However long it takes for you to realize that you can't live without me.-
-Right.-
-Exactly. Meet me tomorrow after lunch.-
-Where?-
-Wherever you think I'll be.-
-Ok.-
-Ok.-
-Ok-
-Ok-
-..OK!-
-Ok.-
-You're an idiot.-
Draco sighed. He couldn't wait to see Hermione again. And this time, he wouldn't have to wait until after dinner.
A/N: Not very interesting, but who cares. If you guys are hating me because I haven't "shouted out" or whatever, um.. don't. I'll do it at the end. So don't get your panties in a twist.
Hermione loved being with Draco. She loved kissing him. She loved looking at him. She loved leaning her head against his strong chest, and hearing his heart beat as fast as hers was beating. She loved it when he ran his fingers through her hair and looked into her eyes as if she were the only thing keeping him alive. She loved hearing breathy words so close to her ears. She loved to feel her knees weaken and her stomach drop whenever he touched her.
But, this wasn't allowed. This romance, this dream, this fantasy... it wasn't supposed to be happening. She promised herself that she would stop seeing Draco. That she would ignore him. If she didn't, everyone would hate her. Even the Slytherins, who already despise her with the fire of one thousand suns, would feel a deeper hatred towards her if she and Draco were to come out with the truth.
All this was running through Hermione's mind while water was pounding down on her. She was still cold, although Draco had covered some of her with his coat and they were in the middle of a very passionate snog session. "I told myself I would ignore him. And I will," she thought to herself. When she had a chance to pull up from the kiss, she said "I.. I can't do this anymore. I'm sorry." She turned around and ran back inside. Well, it was true. She was really sorry. She ran up to the Gryffindor tower and walked into the common room. The place was crowded. "Must be a party," she thought. She passed a table covered with pastries and pumpkin juice and walked over to where Ron and Harry were playing an exciting game of Exploding Snap. "Oh, hey 'Mione! Where've you been??" Ron asked.
"On the grounds."
"What for?? You're soaked!"
"Yes, I know."
"Well.. go on. Why'd you go outside in weather like this?"
"Draco wanted a few last words."
"Huh? Why were you talking to Malfoy? Is he dying or something?"
Hermione looked from Ron to Harry. Had Harry not told Ron?
"Umm. didn't Harry tell you?"
"Tell me what?" Silence. After a few more moments and Ron looking frantically from Harry to Hermione, he repeated himself louder, "TELL ME WHAT!?" Hermione was about to answer, but as she opened her mouth, Harry began to talk. She was quite relieved, and let Harry take this one.
"Well, Ron. Hermione and Draco were caught together at the dance."
"Ohhhh! Hahahaha, why would you want to dance with Malfoy??"
"Ron.. they weren't dancing." After a few seconds of deep thinking on Ron's part, it finally registered in.
"Ahhhh."
"Yes." After several moments of Ron and Harry exchanging looks, Ron was covering his mouth with his hand and every now and then let out a quiet snicker.
"Oh God, Ron. Just let it out!" Hermione demanded. At that Ron and Harry both burst out laughing uncontrollably, both cheeks as red as Ron's hair. After a minute or so, they were still laughing, on the floor and clutching their sides. "At least they took it well," thought Hermione.
- - - - - - - - - - - - -
Draco sat on top of his bed in his dormitory casually scribbling something down on a piece of paper.
-Why?-
He tied it onto his owl's leg and whispered the destination into its ear. It quickly flew out the window and within two minutes, it was back with a reply.
-I don't know. I can't do this anymore.-
On the back of the parchment, he wrote:
-You told me that already. Tell me the truth.-
This went on for about 20 or 30 minutes, each answer and question brief and to the point. He read through their conversation on the piece of parchment after it had ended.
-Why?-
-I don't know. I can't do this anymore.-
-You told me that already. Tell me the truth.-
-My friends would kill me. Everyone would hate me.-
-I understand. Do you still have feelings for me?-
-Yes, but Draco, you know it can't happen.-
-How we feel should be the only thing that matters.-
-No.-
-Why not? Who cares what everyone else thinks?-
-Me.-
-After awhile, they'll get used to it.-
-Oh really? How long is awhile, Draco? Two weeks? My friends mean more to me than two weeks.-
-Yes, me too. But I wasn't thinking two weeks.-
-How long then?-
-However long it takes.-
-Takes for what?-
-However long it takes for you to realize that you can't live without me.-
-Right.-
-Exactly. Meet me tomorrow after lunch.-
-Where?-
-Wherever you think I'll be.-
-Ok.-
-Ok.-
-Ok-
-Ok-
-..OK!-
-Ok.-
-You're an idiot.-
Draco sighed. He couldn't wait to see Hermione again. And this time, he wouldn't have to wait until after dinner.
A/N: Not very interesting, but who cares. If you guys are hating me because I haven't "shouted out" or whatever, um.. don't. I'll do it at the end. So don't get your panties in a twist.