Hey Everyone! Well, here's my new fan-fic (Kind of gave up on my last one)
Hope you like it, because I've spent a lot of time on it! Have fun reading!
Disclaimer: Recognize any of these characters? I don't own them!
Chapter 1
"I just don't see us going anywhere, Hermione." He paused, as if looking for the right words. "Things just aren't working out." He said finishing, showing no emotion at all as he let her hand fall.
She'd heard those words before. Viktor had said that to her at the end of the last summer. She hadn't loved him; she knew that in her heart. It still hurt though. After a little while, she dated a few guys. Unfortunately, none came up to her expectations. Things never worked out for her. Nothing would have changed her mind. At least, that's what she thought, until Harry told her he had feelings for her. Hermione had been extremely surprised, but after she had thought about it, she decided it just might be worth her time. She spent more time with him, and realized she DID like him. Harry had been so different from other boys. His terrible past made him a sympathetic and understanding boyfriend. She couldn't deny that. After a few months, though, she had found his eyes roaming to a very pretty Lavender Brown, and she knew he didn't love her anymore. Maybe he never had.
He left her then, after that horrible sentence. Her relationship with the "Boy Who Lived" was now at a close. Hermione seemed in a slight shock, as her movements became automatic. She slowly walked to her dorm- room without thinking and sat on the side of her bed, her mouth slightly open. She wouldn't let herself cry.
"I knew he liked her, why am I so shocked?" she felt the answer in her stomach, and silently a tear rolled down her cheek. She told herself that it was mostly because she and Harry would probably have trouble being friends again. Which might have been true.
That night seemed like it lasted forever, when she finally fell asleep. Her dreams were troubling as she imagined herself in Harry's comforting arms. He had been smiling at her, and as they were about to kiss, a shadow crossed over his emerald eyes and his arms dropped from her sides. She had begged. (Yes, Hermione had begged him to stay.) But Harry had merely shaken his head silently, saying no.
She had woken up many times that night, sweating. And when the morning came, she wasn't any better. She groaned as the sun shone through the window shades, and rolled over the other way, only to be facing Lavender's bed.
"Ugh, great thing to see when you first wake up." Hermione sighed to herself, slowly sitting up. On her bedside table was a picture of Harry and herself. She made a sound of disgust deep in her throat, and shoved the picture under her bed.
She groggily got dressed that morning. Usually she loved mornings, not this one though. Basically she felt like crap. "Only one place to go to make me feel better." She paused, thinking to herself. "And to get my mind off of HIM, at that." She hurried to the library.
Hermione, known widely as the "bookworm" of Hogwarts, still hadn't been to her favorite spot this early. Usually she would still be asleep or eating breakfast with Harry, Ron, and Ginny. She walked down the hall, nodding to the familiar paintings, then making a conversation with a new painting, which had just been placed there. After a couple on minutes she made it to the library, and opened the door.
At this time, Draco Malfoy had been reading a letter from his father. He had always come to the library this early. Mainly because no one else followed, and he could finally be alone. The end of the letter severely caught his attention. Draco was supposed to get his mark soon. He knew he wasn't ready. He didn't even know if he wanted to have it at all. Draco chuckled bitterly to himself. If only his father knew what he was thinking about Voldermort, and the whole dark thing all together.
"Malfoy?" a surprised voice interrupted his thoughts. He quickly looked up.
"Great. The mudblood." He thought silently. "Granger," he said outloud. "What a nice surprise." He smirked.
"Um." She stuttered. "What're you doing here? Especially this early."
"You know Granger, you're not the only one that reads around here." Draco said, glaring at the "humph" that escaped Hermione's lips.
Her eyes were bloodshot, he noticed as she sat at the other end of the table. And her hair is bushier than usual.
"Oh well, who cares about some damn mudblood." Draco thought to himself as he went back to reading his letter.
So, Voldermort was coming soon. His thoughts were getting distracted though. A non-stop tapping was coming from the other end of the table. Granger's studying habits were annoying the heck out of him.
At the moment, she was tapping her quill against her teeth, and she kept sighing.
"Bloody hell." He thought, slamming his hand on the table, sighing himself. She jumped, and his cold gray eyes met her warm brown ones.
"Uh." She looked around, as if he was staring intently at something behind her. "What?"
He rose his eyebrows. "You're tapping your quill against." He paused. "Well, against everything. And for some strange reason it's annoying me."
Pink flourished on Hermione's cheeks. "Sorry Malfoy."
She set her quill down, and began tapping her fingers on the table instead. Malfoy groaned and shook his head. "Mudbloods."
Hermione began thinking about Harry again and slowly a tear came again. She missed him so much. With her thoughts racing, she didn't notice Draco stand up and walk over to her. Suddenly she felt a hand over hers.
"Will you stop?" Draco asked, annoyed once again. Hermione looked up and he noticed her eyes were filling with tears. His features softened without meaning to, but immediately after the short moment of weakness, his smirk came back to it's normal spot. Still unsure, though, he sat down next to her anyway.
"What's wrong, Granger?" he asked.
Hermione shook her head. "You wouldn't understand." Her voice was muffled from being pressed against her arm.
"Sure I would. And anyway, what harm could it do?" he leaned back in his chair.
"A lot." She said without hesitation. His eyes were no longer cold though. They almost seemed. comforting. Strange for a Slytherin.
"Oh okay," Hermione said doubtfully, and launched into her story of Harry.
Draco broke in during it with an amused expression. "You went out with Potty?" he couldn't help the laugh that escaped.
"Yes." She blushed again. "Harry's not like other boys." She finished softly, smiling a little.
"I know the mudblood has brains, but not in love. First Krum then Harry. Good lord." Draco thought to himself, shaking his head.
"Yeah I know I'm dumb." Hermione said noticing him shaking his head.
The door of the library suddenly flew open, interrupting the unusual session, and Ron walked in.
"Hermione!" he said, not trying to hush his voice, since the librarian was not yet in there. "What're you doing? I've been looking all over for you! C'mon, let's go eat breakfast." He looked at Draco with distaste, then down at how close their hands were.
"Ugh. Okay Ron. Hold on." Hermione said sighing.
"Thanks a lot Malfoy." She directed her attention to Draco. "I'm glad I talked to you. See-you later." She finished, smiling. Then gathering her things, she went off to breakfast with Ron.
"Girls." Draco muttered.
Hermione was walking along the corridors, humming, and Ron was staring at her questionably. Obviously, he expected Hermione to be heartbroken over the incident between her and Harry.
"Ron." Hermione said. "Will you quit staring at me like I'm about to blow up? I'm fine!" she laughed softly. "It was right for Harry to break-up with me. We aren't right for eachother, at all."
"I'm staring at you." Ron started, frustrated. "Because you were actually TALKING to Draco Malfoy. He's a Slytherin, Herm. What were you thinking? He'll probably tell the whole Slytherin House about what you were saying." He paused. "What WERE you saying?" He asked as an afterthought.
"Oh Ron." Hermione sighed. "Mind your own business."
The next few days had been much like the first. Hermione went to the library almost everyday, to see Draco. During class, and in front of other Gryffindors, he had the same cold, penetrating gray eyes. But when he was alone with Hermione, things changed.
Hermione felt herself slipping into the same stage she had with Harry. Hermione Granger, a Gryffindor, actually LIKED Draco Malfoy. And at that, Hermione believed he felt the same about her.
Well that's the first chapter! I know it's kinda slow. Still trying to figure out how to have Draco and Hermione fall in. Hmm I don't think I'm gonna tell you about what's later on. Atleast not yet. =) The second chapter'll definitely be out soon!
Disclaimer: Recognize any of these characters? I don't own them!
Chapter 1
"I just don't see us going anywhere, Hermione." He paused, as if looking for the right words. "Things just aren't working out." He said finishing, showing no emotion at all as he let her hand fall.
She'd heard those words before. Viktor had said that to her at the end of the last summer. She hadn't loved him; she knew that in her heart. It still hurt though. After a little while, she dated a few guys. Unfortunately, none came up to her expectations. Things never worked out for her. Nothing would have changed her mind. At least, that's what she thought, until Harry told her he had feelings for her. Hermione had been extremely surprised, but after she had thought about it, she decided it just might be worth her time. She spent more time with him, and realized she DID like him. Harry had been so different from other boys. His terrible past made him a sympathetic and understanding boyfriend. She couldn't deny that. After a few months, though, she had found his eyes roaming to a very pretty Lavender Brown, and she knew he didn't love her anymore. Maybe he never had.
He left her then, after that horrible sentence. Her relationship with the "Boy Who Lived" was now at a close. Hermione seemed in a slight shock, as her movements became automatic. She slowly walked to her dorm- room without thinking and sat on the side of her bed, her mouth slightly open. She wouldn't let herself cry.
"I knew he liked her, why am I so shocked?" she felt the answer in her stomach, and silently a tear rolled down her cheek. She told herself that it was mostly because she and Harry would probably have trouble being friends again. Which might have been true.
That night seemed like it lasted forever, when she finally fell asleep. Her dreams were troubling as she imagined herself in Harry's comforting arms. He had been smiling at her, and as they were about to kiss, a shadow crossed over his emerald eyes and his arms dropped from her sides. She had begged. (Yes, Hermione had begged him to stay.) But Harry had merely shaken his head silently, saying no.
She had woken up many times that night, sweating. And when the morning came, she wasn't any better. She groaned as the sun shone through the window shades, and rolled over the other way, only to be facing Lavender's bed.
"Ugh, great thing to see when you first wake up." Hermione sighed to herself, slowly sitting up. On her bedside table was a picture of Harry and herself. She made a sound of disgust deep in her throat, and shoved the picture under her bed.
She groggily got dressed that morning. Usually she loved mornings, not this one though. Basically she felt like crap. "Only one place to go to make me feel better." She paused, thinking to herself. "And to get my mind off of HIM, at that." She hurried to the library.
Hermione, known widely as the "bookworm" of Hogwarts, still hadn't been to her favorite spot this early. Usually she would still be asleep or eating breakfast with Harry, Ron, and Ginny. She walked down the hall, nodding to the familiar paintings, then making a conversation with a new painting, which had just been placed there. After a couple on minutes she made it to the library, and opened the door.
At this time, Draco Malfoy had been reading a letter from his father. He had always come to the library this early. Mainly because no one else followed, and he could finally be alone. The end of the letter severely caught his attention. Draco was supposed to get his mark soon. He knew he wasn't ready. He didn't even know if he wanted to have it at all. Draco chuckled bitterly to himself. If only his father knew what he was thinking about Voldermort, and the whole dark thing all together.
"Malfoy?" a surprised voice interrupted his thoughts. He quickly looked up.
"Great. The mudblood." He thought silently. "Granger," he said outloud. "What a nice surprise." He smirked.
"Um." She stuttered. "What're you doing here? Especially this early."
"You know Granger, you're not the only one that reads around here." Draco said, glaring at the "humph" that escaped Hermione's lips.
Her eyes were bloodshot, he noticed as she sat at the other end of the table. And her hair is bushier than usual.
"Oh well, who cares about some damn mudblood." Draco thought to himself as he went back to reading his letter.
So, Voldermort was coming soon. His thoughts were getting distracted though. A non-stop tapping was coming from the other end of the table. Granger's studying habits were annoying the heck out of him.
At the moment, she was tapping her quill against her teeth, and she kept sighing.
"Bloody hell." He thought, slamming his hand on the table, sighing himself. She jumped, and his cold gray eyes met her warm brown ones.
"Uh." She looked around, as if he was staring intently at something behind her. "What?"
He rose his eyebrows. "You're tapping your quill against." He paused. "Well, against everything. And for some strange reason it's annoying me."
Pink flourished on Hermione's cheeks. "Sorry Malfoy."
She set her quill down, and began tapping her fingers on the table instead. Malfoy groaned and shook his head. "Mudbloods."
Hermione began thinking about Harry again and slowly a tear came again. She missed him so much. With her thoughts racing, she didn't notice Draco stand up and walk over to her. Suddenly she felt a hand over hers.
"Will you stop?" Draco asked, annoyed once again. Hermione looked up and he noticed her eyes were filling with tears. His features softened without meaning to, but immediately after the short moment of weakness, his smirk came back to it's normal spot. Still unsure, though, he sat down next to her anyway.
"What's wrong, Granger?" he asked.
Hermione shook her head. "You wouldn't understand." Her voice was muffled from being pressed against her arm.
"Sure I would. And anyway, what harm could it do?" he leaned back in his chair.
"A lot." She said without hesitation. His eyes were no longer cold though. They almost seemed. comforting. Strange for a Slytherin.
"Oh okay," Hermione said doubtfully, and launched into her story of Harry.
Draco broke in during it with an amused expression. "You went out with Potty?" he couldn't help the laugh that escaped.
"Yes." She blushed again. "Harry's not like other boys." She finished softly, smiling a little.
"I know the mudblood has brains, but not in love. First Krum then Harry. Good lord." Draco thought to himself, shaking his head.
"Yeah I know I'm dumb." Hermione said noticing him shaking his head.
The door of the library suddenly flew open, interrupting the unusual session, and Ron walked in.
"Hermione!" he said, not trying to hush his voice, since the librarian was not yet in there. "What're you doing? I've been looking all over for you! C'mon, let's go eat breakfast." He looked at Draco with distaste, then down at how close their hands were.
"Ugh. Okay Ron. Hold on." Hermione said sighing.
"Thanks a lot Malfoy." She directed her attention to Draco. "I'm glad I talked to you. See-you later." She finished, smiling. Then gathering her things, she went off to breakfast with Ron.
"Girls." Draco muttered.
Hermione was walking along the corridors, humming, and Ron was staring at her questionably. Obviously, he expected Hermione to be heartbroken over the incident between her and Harry.
"Ron." Hermione said. "Will you quit staring at me like I'm about to blow up? I'm fine!" she laughed softly. "It was right for Harry to break-up with me. We aren't right for eachother, at all."
"I'm staring at you." Ron started, frustrated. "Because you were actually TALKING to Draco Malfoy. He's a Slytherin, Herm. What were you thinking? He'll probably tell the whole Slytherin House about what you were saying." He paused. "What WERE you saying?" He asked as an afterthought.
"Oh Ron." Hermione sighed. "Mind your own business."
The next few days had been much like the first. Hermione went to the library almost everyday, to see Draco. During class, and in front of other Gryffindors, he had the same cold, penetrating gray eyes. But when he was alone with Hermione, things changed.
Hermione felt herself slipping into the same stage she had with Harry. Hermione Granger, a Gryffindor, actually LIKED Draco Malfoy. And at that, Hermione believed he felt the same about her.
Well that's the first chapter! I know it's kinda slow. Still trying to figure out how to have Draco and Hermione fall in. Hmm I don't think I'm gonna tell you about what's later on. Atleast not yet. =) The second chapter'll definitely be out soon!