~Chapter Five- Filthy Mudblood~
"So, Granger," Draco moved away from the window, "I was wondering, would you care to tell me why you asked me to the lake?"
Hermione felt her face go red, the answer was, she didn't really know, was it pity? Was it boredom?
Hermione shrugged, "I thought you weren't going to show up."
"I was not going to," Draco said and sneered. But this time, it seemed like a nice sneer, Hermione thought.
"So why did you come?" Hermione asked.
"I don't know, there was nothing to do I guess," Draco said before turning out to face the view, after a while he reached his hand into his pocket and took out a book. Hermione recognized it as "Midnight Lovers".
"Here," Draco handed it to her. Hermione stared at it.
'Why did you give it to me? Don't you want to read it," Hermione asked.
"Granger, I don't even know why I'm having this conversation with you," Draco said before turning away, his mind was racing with thoughts, why did he have to be so mean, she didn't do anything, but his other side was telling him hate her, she's your enemy.
"Then why are you?" Hermione asked, "Draco.I saw you at the funeral-"
"Well I saw you too," Draco snapped and turned away.
"You don't have to be like this," Hermione said.
"Like what? I can't help it if you were a filthy mudblood," Draco said, and straight away he knew he shouldn't have, Hermione flustered around the cheeks.
"You're right, I don't even know why I bother," Hermione muttered before walking off.
"Granger-" Draco started. But kept his silence after seeing her run off.
~*~
Hermione lay in bed, she didn't know how to feel, why did she talk to Draco in the 1st place? But there was something about his eyes, something that said he was somehow.different. But all that was an illusion.
Hermione turned over and slept, hoping tomorrow would be a better day.
~*~
Draco felt angry with himself.
But why? Why would I suddenly care so much about her? He asked himself, he's never felt this confused before. He didn't know how to feel, hatred? Anger? Regret?
Why did he even bother? What was the point?
~*~
"Hey Hermione," Ron said, looking up at her as she sat down across from him in the Great Hall. She looked at Ron and smiled weakly before starting on her breakfast. She ate in silence, not saying anything.
"Eer, Hermione, are you okay?" Ron asked.
Hermione nodded and kept on eating, but her eyes were on Draco, 3 tables away, sitting by himself reading the Daily Prophet, Ron followed her gaze.
"What did that stinking Malfoy do now?" Ron asked.
Hermione shook her head and snapped back to reality, "Nothing."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Okay then, you just look so, I don't know, sad."
Hermione smiled weakly, "Where did you get that idea?"
~*~
The lights were dimming, but Hermione still sat in the Library, it was her new sanctuary, somewhere where she came for comfort, she pulled out a book of quidditch and once she got to the 1st page she felt tears dripping down her eyes, Harry.
She wiped them away and stood up to leave, she couldn't go on like this anymore. She walked on, her head down, thinking when she walked into someone with a soft oof and sending her things flying.
Draco bent down to pick up Hermione's books and when he handed them over, their eyes met, Hermione looked quickly away.
"What are you doing up so late?" Hermione asked simply, continuing walking.
"Look, Hermione I'm sorry, I didn't mean to call you a mudblood before," Draco said, following her.
"What about all the other times?" Hermione snapped.
Draco steeped in front of her and stopped her, Hermione looked up in his eyes and Draco back at hers. Draco leant forward and pressed his lips softly against hers, he could feel her warmth travel through him, warmth he hadn't experienced before, but Hermione restrained and pushed him off.
Hermione stared up at Draco, she couldn't believe it, he kissed her.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't meant to do that," Draco said, feeling himself go red, what was happening to him, he asked himself? Since when did he like Hermione?
"You didn't mean to do a lot of things," Hermione said simply, "and don't think forcing yourself on me will change anything."
"Hermione, I'm sorry okay?" Draco asked.
"I thought Dracos don't apologize," Hermione said.
"That was before," he said.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
Draco looked away, "you weren't there when it happened."
"When what happened?" Hermione asked.
"When Harry died."
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A/N as u can c.im not gud wit romance.lolz.but im trying!!! . plz review!!!!
O n btw, I'll b gone on holidays, so u hav 2 wait a while b4 the next chappies come up!
"So, Granger," Draco moved away from the window, "I was wondering, would you care to tell me why you asked me to the lake?"
Hermione felt her face go red, the answer was, she didn't really know, was it pity? Was it boredom?
Hermione shrugged, "I thought you weren't going to show up."
"I was not going to," Draco said and sneered. But this time, it seemed like a nice sneer, Hermione thought.
"So why did you come?" Hermione asked.
"I don't know, there was nothing to do I guess," Draco said before turning out to face the view, after a while he reached his hand into his pocket and took out a book. Hermione recognized it as "Midnight Lovers".
"Here," Draco handed it to her. Hermione stared at it.
'Why did you give it to me? Don't you want to read it," Hermione asked.
"Granger, I don't even know why I'm having this conversation with you," Draco said before turning away, his mind was racing with thoughts, why did he have to be so mean, she didn't do anything, but his other side was telling him hate her, she's your enemy.
"Then why are you?" Hermione asked, "Draco.I saw you at the funeral-"
"Well I saw you too," Draco snapped and turned away.
"You don't have to be like this," Hermione said.
"Like what? I can't help it if you were a filthy mudblood," Draco said, and straight away he knew he shouldn't have, Hermione flustered around the cheeks.
"You're right, I don't even know why I bother," Hermione muttered before walking off.
"Granger-" Draco started. But kept his silence after seeing her run off.
~*~
Hermione lay in bed, she didn't know how to feel, why did she talk to Draco in the 1st place? But there was something about his eyes, something that said he was somehow.different. But all that was an illusion.
Hermione turned over and slept, hoping tomorrow would be a better day.
~*~
Draco felt angry with himself.
But why? Why would I suddenly care so much about her? He asked himself, he's never felt this confused before. He didn't know how to feel, hatred? Anger? Regret?
Why did he even bother? What was the point?
~*~
"Hey Hermione," Ron said, looking up at her as she sat down across from him in the Great Hall. She looked at Ron and smiled weakly before starting on her breakfast. She ate in silence, not saying anything.
"Eer, Hermione, are you okay?" Ron asked.
Hermione nodded and kept on eating, but her eyes were on Draco, 3 tables away, sitting by himself reading the Daily Prophet, Ron followed her gaze.
"What did that stinking Malfoy do now?" Ron asked.
Hermione shook her head and snapped back to reality, "Nothing."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Okay then, you just look so, I don't know, sad."
Hermione smiled weakly, "Where did you get that idea?"
~*~
The lights were dimming, but Hermione still sat in the Library, it was her new sanctuary, somewhere where she came for comfort, she pulled out a book of quidditch and once she got to the 1st page she felt tears dripping down her eyes, Harry.
She wiped them away and stood up to leave, she couldn't go on like this anymore. She walked on, her head down, thinking when she walked into someone with a soft oof and sending her things flying.
Draco bent down to pick up Hermione's books and when he handed them over, their eyes met, Hermione looked quickly away.
"What are you doing up so late?" Hermione asked simply, continuing walking.
"Look, Hermione I'm sorry, I didn't mean to call you a mudblood before," Draco said, following her.
"What about all the other times?" Hermione snapped.
Draco steeped in front of her and stopped her, Hermione looked up in his eyes and Draco back at hers. Draco leant forward and pressed his lips softly against hers, he could feel her warmth travel through him, warmth he hadn't experienced before, but Hermione restrained and pushed him off.
Hermione stared up at Draco, she couldn't believe it, he kissed her.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't meant to do that," Draco said, feeling himself go red, what was happening to him, he asked himself? Since when did he like Hermione?
"You didn't mean to do a lot of things," Hermione said simply, "and don't think forcing yourself on me will change anything."
"Hermione, I'm sorry okay?" Draco asked.
"I thought Dracos don't apologize," Hermione said.
"That was before," he said.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
Draco looked away, "you weren't there when it happened."
"When what happened?" Hermione asked.
"When Harry died."
~*~*~*~
A/N as u can c.im not gud wit romance.lolz.but im trying!!! . plz review!!!!
O n btw, I'll b gone on holidays, so u hav 2 wait a while b4 the next chappies come up!