~Chapter Six- Inside Story~
Hermione turned her head towards Draco, "I thought you wouldn't care," She said.
"Who said I wouldn't?" Draco asked.
"I dunno, maybe it is just because you and Harry seemed so-" Hermione said.
"We had our differences," Draco simply said, turning away. What was she doing to him? She's changing him.
"You couldn't do anything," she walked up to him.
"You weren't there!" Draco snapped.
"Then describe it to me," Hermione said.
Draco turned back to Hermione, "what's it to you anyway? Oh yeah, I nearly forgot, you and Weasley and Potter were the 'Awesome threesome' no one can touch you type."
Hermione sighed, "Draco-"
"Granger, I don't want to talk about it." Draco said.
"Well, too bad, its happened and there is nothing you can do about it," Hermione said, "you can either keep it all bottled up or you can tell someone, like me."
Draco turned, "I saw him go down, I didn't do anything."
"Could you do anything?" Hermione asked. Draco remained silent.
"No one really knows what happened that night except for you and Harry alone, even those who grieve the most for him still don't know what happened, how they look at it is their choice," Hermione said and walked up to Draco, "but you need to know, you were the one who probably suffered the most, although you don't say anything, because it's all bottled up."
Draco looked up, "How do you do it?"
"Do what?"
"Make people look at the sense in things."
Hermione smiled.
~*~
"So what's up with you and Draco?" Ron asked the next day.
"What do you mean," Hermione said, sneaking a look at Draco, he was back to his normal self, she thought, he's sitting there with Crabbe and Goyle almost as if nothing happened. How did she feel? She didn't know, half of her was happy that everything was back to normal, half of her wanted more, wanted to know whether the Draco she knew last night could ever come back. But why did she? Since when did she like him?
"Heeeeeermione," Ron broke her train of thoughts.
"Yes, what?" Hermione looked back up at Ron.
"What's wrong with you?" Ron asked.
"Nothing," Hermione continued eating, "why?"
"Well, for starters, you never seem to talk to me anymore, unless at dinner or breakfast," Ron said.
"Oh."
"Yes, and even then you barely say anything," Ron continued, "you're never where you used to be, and you're always staring at Draco."
"Well I can do what I want to do," Hermione snapped, realizing what she said too late.
Ron turned red and stood up, he turned to leave.
"Ron," Hermione called out.
"Yes, I can do what I want to do as well," and with that Ron left.
~*~
Draco peered over to the Gryffindor table, he saw Ron get up to leave, saw Hermione pulling him back but he restrained. He said something to her and left.
Hermione sat quietly, with silent tears dripping down her face.
"Draco?"
Draco turned his attention away from Hermione and faced Pansy, "come on, Quidditch practice."
~*~
Hermione walked outside, the morning was still bright and fresh, but also cold, she made her way to the Quidditch pitch and sat down on one of the long benches, as she took out her homework she could hear people coming towards her.
She looked up and saw the Slytherin Quidditch team, with Draco out in front as captain, she noticed Pansy was the new chaser.
Pansy must have noticed her because she came over to Hermione, the rest of the team following her.
Draco stepped in front of Pansy, "Whoa Pansy what are you doing?"
"Draco?" Pansy asked, "hello? You booked this pitch for today, don't want some Gryffindor blood destroying it." She glared at Hermione
"Pansy, lets just leave her, she isn't doing anything wrong," Draco said.
Hermione looked up at him, what was he doing? Why was he defending her?
"Yes she is," Pansy said, "admit it, she's a filthy mudblood."
The rest if the Quidditch team and Hermione looked up at Draco, expecting an answer.
"Yes, she is isn't she?"
~*~
Hermione sat on her bed, crying.
Draco hadn't changed at all; he was the same old self. He hadn't changed at all. All that stuff she told him yesterday, it meant nothing.
Hermione didn't know how to feel, half of her told her that she should have known better, the other half asking why she cared so much?
Could it be? Could I be in love? She asked herself. But it was accepting it that was the hard part. Did he mean it when he kissed me? Did he mean it when he called me a mudblood? Hermione's head swarmed with thoughts.
Who was she in love with anyway? Is it the Draco she met last night? Or is someone altogether? She had never felt so confused.
~*~*~*~
A/N thnx 4 da reviews ppl!!! N yes Draco is my face character in hp so wat if I write a fanfic about him??? Lolz
Btw THNX so much 4 da ppl who helped me!!! Especially wen I was stuk on romance ideas!!!! Thnx simon! I wud thnk u more but u sed not 2 so I'll remain silent *silence*
. plz review~!!!
Hermione turned her head towards Draco, "I thought you wouldn't care," She said.
"Who said I wouldn't?" Draco asked.
"I dunno, maybe it is just because you and Harry seemed so-" Hermione said.
"We had our differences," Draco simply said, turning away. What was she doing to him? She's changing him.
"You couldn't do anything," she walked up to him.
"You weren't there!" Draco snapped.
"Then describe it to me," Hermione said.
Draco turned back to Hermione, "what's it to you anyway? Oh yeah, I nearly forgot, you and Weasley and Potter were the 'Awesome threesome' no one can touch you type."
Hermione sighed, "Draco-"
"Granger, I don't want to talk about it." Draco said.
"Well, too bad, its happened and there is nothing you can do about it," Hermione said, "you can either keep it all bottled up or you can tell someone, like me."
Draco turned, "I saw him go down, I didn't do anything."
"Could you do anything?" Hermione asked. Draco remained silent.
"No one really knows what happened that night except for you and Harry alone, even those who grieve the most for him still don't know what happened, how they look at it is their choice," Hermione said and walked up to Draco, "but you need to know, you were the one who probably suffered the most, although you don't say anything, because it's all bottled up."
Draco looked up, "How do you do it?"
"Do what?"
"Make people look at the sense in things."
Hermione smiled.
~*~
"So what's up with you and Draco?" Ron asked the next day.
"What do you mean," Hermione said, sneaking a look at Draco, he was back to his normal self, she thought, he's sitting there with Crabbe and Goyle almost as if nothing happened. How did she feel? She didn't know, half of her was happy that everything was back to normal, half of her wanted more, wanted to know whether the Draco she knew last night could ever come back. But why did she? Since when did she like him?
"Heeeeeermione," Ron broke her train of thoughts.
"Yes, what?" Hermione looked back up at Ron.
"What's wrong with you?" Ron asked.
"Nothing," Hermione continued eating, "why?"
"Well, for starters, you never seem to talk to me anymore, unless at dinner or breakfast," Ron said.
"Oh."
"Yes, and even then you barely say anything," Ron continued, "you're never where you used to be, and you're always staring at Draco."
"Well I can do what I want to do," Hermione snapped, realizing what she said too late.
Ron turned red and stood up, he turned to leave.
"Ron," Hermione called out.
"Yes, I can do what I want to do as well," and with that Ron left.
~*~
Draco peered over to the Gryffindor table, he saw Ron get up to leave, saw Hermione pulling him back but he restrained. He said something to her and left.
Hermione sat quietly, with silent tears dripping down her face.
"Draco?"
Draco turned his attention away from Hermione and faced Pansy, "come on, Quidditch practice."
~*~
Hermione walked outside, the morning was still bright and fresh, but also cold, she made her way to the Quidditch pitch and sat down on one of the long benches, as she took out her homework she could hear people coming towards her.
She looked up and saw the Slytherin Quidditch team, with Draco out in front as captain, she noticed Pansy was the new chaser.
Pansy must have noticed her because she came over to Hermione, the rest of the team following her.
Draco stepped in front of Pansy, "Whoa Pansy what are you doing?"
"Draco?" Pansy asked, "hello? You booked this pitch for today, don't want some Gryffindor blood destroying it." She glared at Hermione
"Pansy, lets just leave her, she isn't doing anything wrong," Draco said.
Hermione looked up at him, what was he doing? Why was he defending her?
"Yes she is," Pansy said, "admit it, she's a filthy mudblood."
The rest if the Quidditch team and Hermione looked up at Draco, expecting an answer.
"Yes, she is isn't she?"
~*~
Hermione sat on her bed, crying.
Draco hadn't changed at all; he was the same old self. He hadn't changed at all. All that stuff she told him yesterday, it meant nothing.
Hermione didn't know how to feel, half of her told her that she should have known better, the other half asking why she cared so much?
Could it be? Could I be in love? She asked herself. But it was accepting it that was the hard part. Did he mean it when he kissed me? Did he mean it when he called me a mudblood? Hermione's head swarmed with thoughts.
Who was she in love with anyway? Is it the Draco she met last night? Or is someone altogether? She had never felt so confused.
~*~*~*~
A/N thnx 4 da reviews ppl!!! N yes Draco is my face character in hp so wat if I write a fanfic about him??? Lolz
Btw THNX so much 4 da ppl who helped me!!! Especially wen I was stuk on romance ideas!!!! Thnx simon! I wud thnk u more but u sed not 2 so I'll remain silent *silence*
. plz review~!!!