A/n ok this is really pissing me off, I am not getting any reviews at all,
and I have no idea if you guys like this story or hate it. So, I'm
resorting to drastic measures, and I will not be posting the next chapter
unless I get 5 reviews. 5 isn't too hard, so I'm sure you all can manage.
Enjoy! O, also, sorry if a lot of this is dialogue, but its Draco's past
so deal.
"I guess it all started when I was 5 or 6. Father decided for me that I wanted to be a death eater. He started teaching me the dark arts, and then started bringing me to the meetings when I was about 7. You wouldn't believe the things they would do. I remember they brought this one woman in once. She was screaming and sobbing, pleading with them for her freedom. They used Imperious on her, making her do the most horrible things. They finally raped her and finished her off with Avada Kedavra. It was the most horrible thing I've ever seen and after that I never wanted to go to another meeting. But I had to. Father made me. I always shut my eyes when they bring out the prisoners, but their screams... I could never stop their screams..." He suddenly looked up at her, his eyes brimming with pent up anger. "I was told that emotions were weakness, especially happy ones. Every time I slipped, and said that I loved my mother, or had a happy feeling, he would-" his voice cracked, and he had to take a deep breath before he continued. "He would use Cruciatus on me for hours. He reduced my mother to merely a shadow, and there were times when he almost broke me too. I'm never free from him, even here at hogwarts. He- he has spies, Hermione, people who have already been initiated, and not just in slytherin, there are some in Ravenclaw, and in Hufflepuff. There might even be some in Gryffindor, who knows. They are everywhere 'Mione, everywhere. Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy, they are some, im not sure about those in the other houses. So do you understand now? I guess I had always liked you, and, I know you must be really confused, 'cause I know I am. But, you see, I didn't really know what it felt like to love someone. And I was scared, Hermione, scared for you, and me, and I still am. Im scared of how I feel for you, you are so perfect, you always were. I am so stupid for not realizing how I felt. I had grown so used to being hateful and cruel, that I wouldn't have known a beautiful girl if she had walked up and slapped me in the face. Oh wait, you did that."
She smiled faintly, remembering the time she had slapped him in the face in their third year.
"Your smart, and pretty, and funny, and I just, I don't know what I would do if I didn't say this. Ive lost everything Ive ever cared for in my life, I don't want to lose you too. His voice cracked as he said the next three words. "I love you."
Tears welled in her eyes and spilled over, sliding slowly down her cheeks, to be brushed away impatiently. She sniffed, and seemed to be trying to speak, but failed and covered her face in her hands, sobbing. He rose quickly out of his seat and knelt at her side.
"Hermione?" His voice was thick with worry, but he sighed in releif when she removed her hands and saw that she was smiling happily. She took his hands in hers, and sqeezed them gently.
"I love you too Draco. And now it's my turn to tell a secret or two." She paused for him to look at her curiously, and also to give some dramatic tension. "Now you may never have noticed because whenever you said it to me you were busy being mauled by Harry or Ron, but I never really minded when you called me mudblood. In fact, I could hardly keep from laughing. Now you must be wondering, why is she telling me this? What does it have to do with me? Well, Draco Malfoy, I never minded because I am as pure of blood as you. My parents aren't Muggles. They are true witches, aurors, whose identities have been erased forever, or at least until they feel it is safe to come out from under cover. They took a muggle identity because they were on the run from Volde- I mean you know who. They were some of the wizarding world's best, and if you ever need help with any, oh, I dunno, problems with the darker side, you know where to go. Now I am done, and we should really start working on that potion research. Even though I don't need it to get the truth out of you anymore." He laughed, because she was back to the Hermione he knew and loved. He kissed her hands, which were still in his, and went to look for books on potions.
-Meanwhile, in the Gryffindor commonroom-
"Harry!!!!" Ron roared, flinging open the portrait and storming into the commonroom. Harry jumped in surprise and looked up at his best friend who was currently glaring at him furiously.
"Yes?" he asked calmly, closing his book.
"You great prat! What's wrong with you?! Are you blind? Or just stupid?!?" Ron continued, his face beginning to turn red.
"Um, neither? Ron, what's wrong with you?"
"With me? With me? What about you?!" He was now turning a nice tomato color.
"I really have no clue what you are talking about."
"I'm talking about how you haven't seemed to notice how much Hermione likes you!"
"WHAT?!?!?" Harry yelled, getting to his feet, obviously very shocked and confused (and a little angry?).
"For instance, at breakfast that one morning, she was so upset when you barely said hi to her. And then at the greenhouse this afternoon, I saw she was gonna kiss you, so I got out of there quick. I guess nothing happened cause you didn't say anything to me."
"She did what? And then- Ron if this is a joke I will kill you I swear. She likes me? Really likes me?"
"From what I've seen and heard, the answer to that question is a big, resounding YES! You better figure out how you feel about her before she gives up on you completely." With that he stormed right back out of the commonroom, slamming the portrait loudly and muttering apologies to the fat lady who started to reprimand him sternly.
"She likes me that way?" Harry whispered to himself, still confused, but forming a plan.
A/n so how was that one? I know a lot of you are somplaining that there is too much mushyness, screw the clothes etc have Harry beat up Draco, etc, etc, etc. *cough* Jimmy, Dave *cough* ok, I will now answer their 'comments' but ne1 who doesn't want a spoiler STOP READING THIS NOW!!!!!!!! Ok, have you stopped reading? Ok good. Jimmy, Davie (lol) there will be under no circumstances and Harry beating up Draco. Because frankly, I cant stand Harry, so I will have HIM get beat up instead, and then turn him into a controlling psycho, and then have him kill some people, and then kill him. Ok? Is that good violence? Tell me if there should be more because I think that I could fit some in. im sorry for the fluff, but I AM a girl and I love this stuff so deal. And Dave, you shouldn't even be reading this, lol. END OF SPOILER!!!! Ok, I hope you all didn't read that if you didn't want to know how the basic plot is gonna unfold, and if u did, I might change it around to make things interesting. Reviews, please! I know that I got 3 but I didn't post this chapter, HAHAHA I am so evil lol, and hyper to boot. So 5 reviews, from different people, and no more nonsense reviews or ill yell at you, again, jimmy dave, daves weird brother. Muah ~*~*~ Lauren
"I guess it all started when I was 5 or 6. Father decided for me that I wanted to be a death eater. He started teaching me the dark arts, and then started bringing me to the meetings when I was about 7. You wouldn't believe the things they would do. I remember they brought this one woman in once. She was screaming and sobbing, pleading with them for her freedom. They used Imperious on her, making her do the most horrible things. They finally raped her and finished her off with Avada Kedavra. It was the most horrible thing I've ever seen and after that I never wanted to go to another meeting. But I had to. Father made me. I always shut my eyes when they bring out the prisoners, but their screams... I could never stop their screams..." He suddenly looked up at her, his eyes brimming with pent up anger. "I was told that emotions were weakness, especially happy ones. Every time I slipped, and said that I loved my mother, or had a happy feeling, he would-" his voice cracked, and he had to take a deep breath before he continued. "He would use Cruciatus on me for hours. He reduced my mother to merely a shadow, and there were times when he almost broke me too. I'm never free from him, even here at hogwarts. He- he has spies, Hermione, people who have already been initiated, and not just in slytherin, there are some in Ravenclaw, and in Hufflepuff. There might even be some in Gryffindor, who knows. They are everywhere 'Mione, everywhere. Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy, they are some, im not sure about those in the other houses. So do you understand now? I guess I had always liked you, and, I know you must be really confused, 'cause I know I am. But, you see, I didn't really know what it felt like to love someone. And I was scared, Hermione, scared for you, and me, and I still am. Im scared of how I feel for you, you are so perfect, you always were. I am so stupid for not realizing how I felt. I had grown so used to being hateful and cruel, that I wouldn't have known a beautiful girl if she had walked up and slapped me in the face. Oh wait, you did that."
She smiled faintly, remembering the time she had slapped him in the face in their third year.
"Your smart, and pretty, and funny, and I just, I don't know what I would do if I didn't say this. Ive lost everything Ive ever cared for in my life, I don't want to lose you too. His voice cracked as he said the next three words. "I love you."
Tears welled in her eyes and spilled over, sliding slowly down her cheeks, to be brushed away impatiently. She sniffed, and seemed to be trying to speak, but failed and covered her face in her hands, sobbing. He rose quickly out of his seat and knelt at her side.
"Hermione?" His voice was thick with worry, but he sighed in releif when she removed her hands and saw that she was smiling happily. She took his hands in hers, and sqeezed them gently.
"I love you too Draco. And now it's my turn to tell a secret or two." She paused for him to look at her curiously, and also to give some dramatic tension. "Now you may never have noticed because whenever you said it to me you were busy being mauled by Harry or Ron, but I never really minded when you called me mudblood. In fact, I could hardly keep from laughing. Now you must be wondering, why is she telling me this? What does it have to do with me? Well, Draco Malfoy, I never minded because I am as pure of blood as you. My parents aren't Muggles. They are true witches, aurors, whose identities have been erased forever, or at least until they feel it is safe to come out from under cover. They took a muggle identity because they were on the run from Volde- I mean you know who. They were some of the wizarding world's best, and if you ever need help with any, oh, I dunno, problems with the darker side, you know where to go. Now I am done, and we should really start working on that potion research. Even though I don't need it to get the truth out of you anymore." He laughed, because she was back to the Hermione he knew and loved. He kissed her hands, which were still in his, and went to look for books on potions.
-Meanwhile, in the Gryffindor commonroom-
"Harry!!!!" Ron roared, flinging open the portrait and storming into the commonroom. Harry jumped in surprise and looked up at his best friend who was currently glaring at him furiously.
"Yes?" he asked calmly, closing his book.
"You great prat! What's wrong with you?! Are you blind? Or just stupid?!?" Ron continued, his face beginning to turn red.
"Um, neither? Ron, what's wrong with you?"
"With me? With me? What about you?!" He was now turning a nice tomato color.
"I really have no clue what you are talking about."
"I'm talking about how you haven't seemed to notice how much Hermione likes you!"
"WHAT?!?!?" Harry yelled, getting to his feet, obviously very shocked and confused (and a little angry?).
"For instance, at breakfast that one morning, she was so upset when you barely said hi to her. And then at the greenhouse this afternoon, I saw she was gonna kiss you, so I got out of there quick. I guess nothing happened cause you didn't say anything to me."
"She did what? And then- Ron if this is a joke I will kill you I swear. She likes me? Really likes me?"
"From what I've seen and heard, the answer to that question is a big, resounding YES! You better figure out how you feel about her before she gives up on you completely." With that he stormed right back out of the commonroom, slamming the portrait loudly and muttering apologies to the fat lady who started to reprimand him sternly.
"She likes me that way?" Harry whispered to himself, still confused, but forming a plan.
A/n so how was that one? I know a lot of you are somplaining that there is too much mushyness, screw the clothes etc have Harry beat up Draco, etc, etc, etc. *cough* Jimmy, Dave *cough* ok, I will now answer their 'comments' but ne1 who doesn't want a spoiler STOP READING THIS NOW!!!!!!!! Ok, have you stopped reading? Ok good. Jimmy, Davie (lol) there will be under no circumstances and Harry beating up Draco. Because frankly, I cant stand Harry, so I will have HIM get beat up instead, and then turn him into a controlling psycho, and then have him kill some people, and then kill him. Ok? Is that good violence? Tell me if there should be more because I think that I could fit some in. im sorry for the fluff, but I AM a girl and I love this stuff so deal. And Dave, you shouldn't even be reading this, lol. END OF SPOILER!!!! Ok, I hope you all didn't read that if you didn't want to know how the basic plot is gonna unfold, and if u did, I might change it around to make things interesting. Reviews, please! I know that I got 3 but I didn't post this chapter, HAHAHA I am so evil lol, and hyper to boot. So 5 reviews, from different people, and no more nonsense reviews or ill yell at you, again, jimmy dave, daves weird brother. Muah ~*~*~ Lauren