A/N - Sorry this chapter is late. yesterday me, my mom and my sister all
sat around and watched VH1's I Love the 80's marathon. . . I never laughed
so hard in my life . . . the 80's were so . scary and pathetic! I am
ashamed to say I was born in 88. . . WeLL maybe not entirely ashamed, but,
oh well. . .AnYwHo, onto this chapter!
But first:
Little Blue Fud: Thank you! And yes I do have a lot of mistakes, but they'll be there till the end. . . But in the end I will revise it all, so there aren't any mistakes. Until then, however, let the mistakes keep on coming!
Sweet Sorrow/kiki: no I believe you said that as if stating a fact. . =) But AnYwAy, thanks for reading.
OH AND, THAT is IT, whoever said "blaise is a girl" 4 times in the reviews, FUCK OFF! Joking around or not, shut the fuck up I don't care. It's been written in my story as a HE, hell, even if it was TRUE that Blaise is a girl I wouldn't CARE! Even if it was proved that Blaise is a girl I would not go back and change it! Its been written, get OVER it. I'd write Harry in as a girl if I wanted to! Okay? Now fuck off, alright? That is all I ask of you.
Chapter 17 Well that's just peachy!
Hermione didn't stop. She kept walking. Draco chased after her until they were out of the library. Finally, he grabbed her arm, almost angrily.
"Let go of me, Malfoy." Hermione said without turning around.
"No," Draco said flatly. Hermione turned around to look at him, her eyes were watery.
"Hermione, I'm sorry." Draco said softly. "Well that's just peachy!" Hermione said as she struggled free, and began to run away.
Draco didn't run after her, he simply yelled, "I love you Hermione!"
Hermione stopped. Draco walked over to her and hugged her. Hermione didn't hug back, she was too confused. "W-What," she stuttered.
Draco released her from his hug and put his hands on her shoulders. He looked her in the eyes and repeated, "I said, I love you."
Hermione blinked a few times. She then hugged Draco.
"Come, I need to talk to you, ask you a few questions." Hermione said as she led Draco back into the Library.
~**~ Hermione sat on a couch and Draco sat next to her. "What were you crying about when I first came in here?" She asked. "I-I, well, I was remembering one time when my father beat me. One of my earlier, more painful beatings," Draco said slowly.
"What made that one more painful?" Hermione asked quietly.
"He took one of those poke things from the fire place and burned my back with it," Draco answered weakly.
Hermione's eyes widened. "Oh," she didn't know what to say, Draco could tell. Hermione went on ahead to her next question, "Why'd you shoo me away, by calling me a-a 'mudblood' and why did you call me back?"
"I shooed you away because I was angry at my father and I wasn't in the mood to talk to someone. I'm sorry for calling you that, it was the only thing I knew that would shoo you away," Draco paused. "I called you back because I realized I was shooing away the only person who cared about me," Draco finished.
Hermione smiled, "I love you too Draco."
Draco smiled, he rarely did that. But in this situation it was definitely appropriate.
Draco kissed Hermione softly on the lips.
After a few minutes of kissing, Hermione jumped. "I told Ron I'd meet him in the common room after breakfast. I need to sort things out with him. Sorry," Hermione said, Draco mouthed, "Go," Hermione smiled sweetly and left. After Hermione left, Draco sat in silence. He tired his best to avoid thoughts of his father. This was easy right now, for he loved Hermione Granger. Better, she loved him back. Draco grinned like a fool.
After a few more minutes, Draco left to the Slytherin Commons.
~**~
In the common room, Draco spotted Blaise Zabini; he was sitting in a chair near the fireplace. Draco approached him.
"Hi, Blaise," Draco said as nicely as he could. Blaise looked up at him and smiled weakly.
"Blaise, this might not be too appropriate, but who killed your father?" Draco said quickly. Blaise looked up at him and almost whispered, "No one knows yet." Draco nodded and sat in a chair next to Blaise's.
Blaise seemed better. He wasn't crying or looked like he'd been crying, he, Draco guessed, was trying his best to forget.
They sat in silence. "Draco, that night, you said you wished your father was killed, what did you mean?" Draco casually answered, "I hate my father."
"That can't be it. Well that can't be all I mean, why do you hate him?" Blaise asked. Draco stared at him. He was lost for words. "I heard Crabbe and Goyle talking, and I heard some things." Blaise said slowly. Draco looked at him, Draco was outraged.
~**~ A/n: muhaha!
Good day! -Ender-
But first:
Little Blue Fud: Thank you! And yes I do have a lot of mistakes, but they'll be there till the end. . . But in the end I will revise it all, so there aren't any mistakes. Until then, however, let the mistakes keep on coming!
Sweet Sorrow/kiki: no I believe you said that as if stating a fact. . =) But AnYwAy, thanks for reading.
OH AND, THAT is IT, whoever said "blaise is a girl" 4 times in the reviews, FUCK OFF! Joking around or not, shut the fuck up I don't care. It's been written in my story as a HE, hell, even if it was TRUE that Blaise is a girl I wouldn't CARE! Even if it was proved that Blaise is a girl I would not go back and change it! Its been written, get OVER it. I'd write Harry in as a girl if I wanted to! Okay? Now fuck off, alright? That is all I ask of you.
Chapter 17 Well that's just peachy!
Hermione didn't stop. She kept walking. Draco chased after her until they were out of the library. Finally, he grabbed her arm, almost angrily.
"Let go of me, Malfoy." Hermione said without turning around.
"No," Draco said flatly. Hermione turned around to look at him, her eyes were watery.
"Hermione, I'm sorry." Draco said softly. "Well that's just peachy!" Hermione said as she struggled free, and began to run away.
Draco didn't run after her, he simply yelled, "I love you Hermione!"
Hermione stopped. Draco walked over to her and hugged her. Hermione didn't hug back, she was too confused. "W-What," she stuttered.
Draco released her from his hug and put his hands on her shoulders. He looked her in the eyes and repeated, "I said, I love you."
Hermione blinked a few times. She then hugged Draco.
"Come, I need to talk to you, ask you a few questions." Hermione said as she led Draco back into the Library.
~**~ Hermione sat on a couch and Draco sat next to her. "What were you crying about when I first came in here?" She asked. "I-I, well, I was remembering one time when my father beat me. One of my earlier, more painful beatings," Draco said slowly.
"What made that one more painful?" Hermione asked quietly.
"He took one of those poke things from the fire place and burned my back with it," Draco answered weakly.
Hermione's eyes widened. "Oh," she didn't know what to say, Draco could tell. Hermione went on ahead to her next question, "Why'd you shoo me away, by calling me a-a 'mudblood' and why did you call me back?"
"I shooed you away because I was angry at my father and I wasn't in the mood to talk to someone. I'm sorry for calling you that, it was the only thing I knew that would shoo you away," Draco paused. "I called you back because I realized I was shooing away the only person who cared about me," Draco finished.
Hermione smiled, "I love you too Draco."
Draco smiled, he rarely did that. But in this situation it was definitely appropriate.
Draco kissed Hermione softly on the lips.
After a few minutes of kissing, Hermione jumped. "I told Ron I'd meet him in the common room after breakfast. I need to sort things out with him. Sorry," Hermione said, Draco mouthed, "Go," Hermione smiled sweetly and left. After Hermione left, Draco sat in silence. He tired his best to avoid thoughts of his father. This was easy right now, for he loved Hermione Granger. Better, she loved him back. Draco grinned like a fool.
After a few more minutes, Draco left to the Slytherin Commons.
~**~
In the common room, Draco spotted Blaise Zabini; he was sitting in a chair near the fireplace. Draco approached him.
"Hi, Blaise," Draco said as nicely as he could. Blaise looked up at him and smiled weakly.
"Blaise, this might not be too appropriate, but who killed your father?" Draco said quickly. Blaise looked up at him and almost whispered, "No one knows yet." Draco nodded and sat in a chair next to Blaise's.
Blaise seemed better. He wasn't crying or looked like he'd been crying, he, Draco guessed, was trying his best to forget.
They sat in silence. "Draco, that night, you said you wished your father was killed, what did you mean?" Draco casually answered, "I hate my father."
"That can't be it. Well that can't be all I mean, why do you hate him?" Blaise asked. Draco stared at him. He was lost for words. "I heard Crabbe and Goyle talking, and I heard some things." Blaise said slowly. Draco looked at him, Draco was outraged.
~**~ A/n: muhaha!
Good day! -Ender-