I didn't know where I was running to, just anywhere where no one would see me. I just kept running, and then I saw the prefects bathroom. I stopped and said the password, choking back tears. "Lemon Drop," I said, not being able to hold back the tears. I dashed into the room, and turned on the taps. I just sat on the side of the tub, crying. When the tub was full, I got undressed and slid into the foaming bubbles. I kept crying and saying "I hate him, I HATE HIM!" I never noticed Draco come in.
*Draco's POV*
I followed Hermione down into the bathroom. I decided to wait until she was in tub, before I went in. Five minutes passed before I heard a soft splash. I snuck in, and hid behind the sinks. I had no desire to see her without clothes, that's not why I was in there. I wanted to see her, see what she had to say about me. I heard her saying how much she hated me. 'She hates me.' That phrase rang in my head, over and over. 'Why, oh why, did I ever listen to Pansy? Why did I break my promise?' It was really paining me to see her in so much distress, so much pain, because of me. All I wanted to do was give her a hug, and apologize. But right now, my good instincts held me back. She finally got out of the tub, one hour later. I turned around while she dressed, and with that, she left the room.
*Hermione's POV*
"Why did he do that? Why'd he break the promise?" I thought as I walked back to the common room. I wanted to see Ron, and Harry, but I wouldn't tell them what happened. That would just create further trouble. I reached my destination within ten minutes. For the some reason, I had a weird feeling I was being followed. I turned around, but no one was there. In five minutes, I had reached my destination. Harry and Ron were still at it, playing their game.
"Mione! Where were you?" Harry questioned.
"Yeah, we were worried about you. It doesn't usually take about two hours to go return a book to the library. We were going to go look for you after our game," Ron said while staring me straight in the eye, waiting for an answer.
"I, um, got caught up with something else," I said kind of wearily.
"Oh?" said Harry with his eyebrows raised. "What kind of something else?"
"None of your business," I snapped.
"OK, OK," said Ron. "Just calm down, whatever happened, you don't have to tell us."
"Even though we are her best friends," said Harry sarcastically, and darkly.
"I'm going to bed," I told them.
"Night, Mione," Ron said.
"Goodnight," Harry muttered.
"Night guys, I'll tell you when the time comes," I said. Would I really tell them though? Something weird was going on too. It seemed as if Ron and Harry had switched personalities. Harry was being awfully jealous, and Ron was being, well, nice. Was Harry jealous of Malfoy? Nah, couldn't be. I decided to investigate in the morning.
*Draco's POV*
I entered the Great Hall, looking a mess. I had gotten maybe, one-two hours of sleep last night. I kept thinking about Mione. I felt horribly bad. I didn't know what to do. Pansy suddenly latched herself onto me, and I shoved her off. "Go away," I snapped at her.
"What's wrong, Draco honey? Didn't you have fun last night?" Pansy said in a sickeningly sugary voice. "I know I did," she giggled.
"Pansy, I can't be with you. I used to like you, but now that Hermione, is, well, furious at me, I just don't want to be with you," I stated.
"Oh, forget her, she's just a mudblood anyway. She's just trying to break us up. You know we're soulmates," Pansy said flirtatiously, and batted her eyelashes at me.
"DON'T CALL HER A MUDBLOOD!" I blared, loud enough for the whole hall to here. I snuck a look at Hermione, and saw her look over at me, dazed. "I don't care about whether or not she's a pureblood, or a muggle-born. She's perfect the way she is," I said that last line in a really soft voice, so only Pansy could hear. Pansy looked stunned.
"Fine, then, you can go frolic around with your little mudblood friend, but remember, you'll be sorry," Pansy spat. With that, she turned around, and strutted towards the Slytherin table.
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A/N Sorry it's so short again. I thought this would be a good place to end it. Thanks to those who reviewed, especially Someone. Hope you liked this chapter! I've been working really hard on the story.
*Draco's POV*
I followed Hermione down into the bathroom. I decided to wait until she was in tub, before I went in. Five minutes passed before I heard a soft splash. I snuck in, and hid behind the sinks. I had no desire to see her without clothes, that's not why I was in there. I wanted to see her, see what she had to say about me. I heard her saying how much she hated me. 'She hates me.' That phrase rang in my head, over and over. 'Why, oh why, did I ever listen to Pansy? Why did I break my promise?' It was really paining me to see her in so much distress, so much pain, because of me. All I wanted to do was give her a hug, and apologize. But right now, my good instincts held me back. She finally got out of the tub, one hour later. I turned around while she dressed, and with that, she left the room.
*Hermione's POV*
"Why did he do that? Why'd he break the promise?" I thought as I walked back to the common room. I wanted to see Ron, and Harry, but I wouldn't tell them what happened. That would just create further trouble. I reached my destination within ten minutes. For the some reason, I had a weird feeling I was being followed. I turned around, but no one was there. In five minutes, I had reached my destination. Harry and Ron were still at it, playing their game.
"Mione! Where were you?" Harry questioned.
"Yeah, we were worried about you. It doesn't usually take about two hours to go return a book to the library. We were going to go look for you after our game," Ron said while staring me straight in the eye, waiting for an answer.
"I, um, got caught up with something else," I said kind of wearily.
"Oh?" said Harry with his eyebrows raised. "What kind of something else?"
"None of your business," I snapped.
"OK, OK," said Ron. "Just calm down, whatever happened, you don't have to tell us."
"Even though we are her best friends," said Harry sarcastically, and darkly.
"I'm going to bed," I told them.
"Night, Mione," Ron said.
"Goodnight," Harry muttered.
"Night guys, I'll tell you when the time comes," I said. Would I really tell them though? Something weird was going on too. It seemed as if Ron and Harry had switched personalities. Harry was being awfully jealous, and Ron was being, well, nice. Was Harry jealous of Malfoy? Nah, couldn't be. I decided to investigate in the morning.
*Draco's POV*
I entered the Great Hall, looking a mess. I had gotten maybe, one-two hours of sleep last night. I kept thinking about Mione. I felt horribly bad. I didn't know what to do. Pansy suddenly latched herself onto me, and I shoved her off. "Go away," I snapped at her.
"What's wrong, Draco honey? Didn't you have fun last night?" Pansy said in a sickeningly sugary voice. "I know I did," she giggled.
"Pansy, I can't be with you. I used to like you, but now that Hermione, is, well, furious at me, I just don't want to be with you," I stated.
"Oh, forget her, she's just a mudblood anyway. She's just trying to break us up. You know we're soulmates," Pansy said flirtatiously, and batted her eyelashes at me.
"DON'T CALL HER A MUDBLOOD!" I blared, loud enough for the whole hall to here. I snuck a look at Hermione, and saw her look over at me, dazed. "I don't care about whether or not she's a pureblood, or a muggle-born. She's perfect the way she is," I said that last line in a really soft voice, so only Pansy could hear. Pansy looked stunned.
"Fine, then, you can go frolic around with your little mudblood friend, but remember, you'll be sorry," Pansy spat. With that, she turned around, and strutted towards the Slytherin table.
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A/N Sorry it's so short again. I thought this would be a good place to end it. Thanks to those who reviewed, especially Someone. Hope you liked this chapter! I've been working really hard on the story.