~Chapter Seven- Scared to Love~
Hermione walked along the lake, it was an early Saturday morning, so there weren't many students on the school grounds.
The cold was now coming in, she drew her cloak closer to her and kept on walking, a shadow in the distance made her stop.
It wasn't a shadow, it was a person, and as she squinted, she saw that it wasn't any person, it was Draco.
~*~ Draco looked out the lake, the water reflected the early sun, giving a feeling of warmth, he bent down to pick a stone and threw it out in frustration, it splashed twice in the lake before landing to a rest.
But his mind was on something else, why did he have to be so mean? He felt inside a feeling of regret as he thought about what he did to Hermione. But he's not supposed to feel bad for her,
It didn't help, he thought to himself, that he was starting to have feelings for her.
~*~
Hermione stared. What was he doing here? But he saw her look over to him, their eyes met. Not again, she thought to herself, she quickly walked past him, looking straight ahead, but Draco grabbed her arm and stopped her.
"Hermione," Draco started.
"Piss off Malfoy," Hermione said, surprising not only herself.
"Don't call me Malfoy anymore, please," he said.
"Why? So you can stop calling me a filthy Mudblood?" Hermione asked angrily, aware that tears were dropping down her cheek.
"Look Hermione, I'm sorry," Draco said, aware that Hermione was avoiding his eyes, "I'm sorry."
"No you're not," Hermione angrily said, "you'll never be, to you I'm just a mudblood, the know-it-all, you know it, nothing will ever change you."
"Hermione," Draco said, tell her now he told himself, "you changed me."
Hermione looked at Draco trying to figure out what that meant, she felt his hand touch her cheek, a touch so cold yet so perfect, he wiped away her tears.
Draco held up his hand and looked at the eyelash on it, "Go on, blow it away, make a wish," he said.
Hermione looked at Draco, he saw the truth in them, the coldness disappearing, oh no, she thought to herself, she was in love with him, and with that she turned away and ran off.
~*~
Draco looked as Hermione ran off, he did it, he told her how he felt, but she didn't take it too well, by the looks of it.
He threw another rock into the lake, his eyes fogging up, he wiped away and became aware of someone staring at him, from the other side.
Hermione.
He quickly jotted over to her, she saw him coming over, but she didn't budge, she stood silently. As he walked up to her she looked up at him.
"Hi," Draco said simply.
"I made my wish," Hermione said simply.
"Really?" Hermione nodded, "what is it?" Draco asked.
"I wish," Hermione looked over the lake, "that I will never be scared to love."
Draco gazed at Hermione, and saw the same look he gave her earlier that day, bewildered by her beauty, he said nothing, wishing this moment will never end, she gazed back affectionally and slowly lifted her head, he wondered whether he could resist, he gave up and joined lips. This wasn't like the kiss before, not at all, because this time, Hermione kissed him back, it was a real kiss.
They stood apart, Hermione's eyes filled with happiness and love, she wound her arms around him and whispered, which was only for him to hear, three simple words with so much meaning, "I love you."
Draco looked at her in bewilderment and pulled her close, kissing the top of her forehead, "I love you too."
~*~
Hermione sighed and sat back.
She was in the common room, she was sitting down writing her homework, but her mind was on something else, someone else, a few hallways away from her, sitting down, doing his homework as well, with his mind on her.
Ron entered and broke her thoughts (for the second time that day).
"Oh hi Hermione," Ron said grumpily.
"Hey Ron," Hermione was unsually happy.
'Why so happy?" Ron asked, sitting down next to her, getting out a quill and a piece of parchment.
"I'm in love," Hermione smiled mysteriously and stood up to leave, leaving Ron to ponder who it is.
~*~
"Draco?" Pansy asked, in her usual sweet voice.
"What?" Pansy broke his train of thoughts. Draco looked sharply at her.
"Well, there's a dance coming up, for Valentine's day," Pansy began, "and which dress do you think I should wear? What colour is your robe, I want to match you."
"WHAT?" Draco stood up, "what are you suggesting?"
"Duh Draco," Pansy stood up as well, "I'm going with you to the Valentine's day dance."
~*~*~*~
A/N so. . . how do ya lyk it??? Is it good? Bad? Horrible? The best ever? Lolz..
Yes I kno.I hav a thing 4 trains..n thoughts.n eyes!!! lolz
. plz review!!!
Hermione walked along the lake, it was an early Saturday morning, so there weren't many students on the school grounds.
The cold was now coming in, she drew her cloak closer to her and kept on walking, a shadow in the distance made her stop.
It wasn't a shadow, it was a person, and as she squinted, she saw that it wasn't any person, it was Draco.
~*~ Draco looked out the lake, the water reflected the early sun, giving a feeling of warmth, he bent down to pick a stone and threw it out in frustration, it splashed twice in the lake before landing to a rest.
But his mind was on something else, why did he have to be so mean? He felt inside a feeling of regret as he thought about what he did to Hermione. But he's not supposed to feel bad for her,
It didn't help, he thought to himself, that he was starting to have feelings for her.
~*~
Hermione stared. What was he doing here? But he saw her look over to him, their eyes met. Not again, she thought to herself, she quickly walked past him, looking straight ahead, but Draco grabbed her arm and stopped her.
"Hermione," Draco started.
"Piss off Malfoy," Hermione said, surprising not only herself.
"Don't call me Malfoy anymore, please," he said.
"Why? So you can stop calling me a filthy Mudblood?" Hermione asked angrily, aware that tears were dropping down her cheek.
"Look Hermione, I'm sorry," Draco said, aware that Hermione was avoiding his eyes, "I'm sorry."
"No you're not," Hermione angrily said, "you'll never be, to you I'm just a mudblood, the know-it-all, you know it, nothing will ever change you."
"Hermione," Draco said, tell her now he told himself, "you changed me."
Hermione looked at Draco trying to figure out what that meant, she felt his hand touch her cheek, a touch so cold yet so perfect, he wiped away her tears.
Draco held up his hand and looked at the eyelash on it, "Go on, blow it away, make a wish," he said.
Hermione looked at Draco, he saw the truth in them, the coldness disappearing, oh no, she thought to herself, she was in love with him, and with that she turned away and ran off.
~*~
Draco looked as Hermione ran off, he did it, he told her how he felt, but she didn't take it too well, by the looks of it.
He threw another rock into the lake, his eyes fogging up, he wiped away and became aware of someone staring at him, from the other side.
Hermione.
He quickly jotted over to her, she saw him coming over, but she didn't budge, she stood silently. As he walked up to her she looked up at him.
"Hi," Draco said simply.
"I made my wish," Hermione said simply.
"Really?" Hermione nodded, "what is it?" Draco asked.
"I wish," Hermione looked over the lake, "that I will never be scared to love."
Draco gazed at Hermione, and saw the same look he gave her earlier that day, bewildered by her beauty, he said nothing, wishing this moment will never end, she gazed back affectionally and slowly lifted her head, he wondered whether he could resist, he gave up and joined lips. This wasn't like the kiss before, not at all, because this time, Hermione kissed him back, it was a real kiss.
They stood apart, Hermione's eyes filled with happiness and love, she wound her arms around him and whispered, which was only for him to hear, three simple words with so much meaning, "I love you."
Draco looked at her in bewilderment and pulled her close, kissing the top of her forehead, "I love you too."
~*~
Hermione sighed and sat back.
She was in the common room, she was sitting down writing her homework, but her mind was on something else, someone else, a few hallways away from her, sitting down, doing his homework as well, with his mind on her.
Ron entered and broke her thoughts (for the second time that day).
"Oh hi Hermione," Ron said grumpily.
"Hey Ron," Hermione was unsually happy.
'Why so happy?" Ron asked, sitting down next to her, getting out a quill and a piece of parchment.
"I'm in love," Hermione smiled mysteriously and stood up to leave, leaving Ron to ponder who it is.
~*~
"Draco?" Pansy asked, in her usual sweet voice.
"What?" Pansy broke his train of thoughts. Draco looked sharply at her.
"Well, there's a dance coming up, for Valentine's day," Pansy began, "and which dress do you think I should wear? What colour is your robe, I want to match you."
"WHAT?" Draco stood up, "what are you suggesting?"
"Duh Draco," Pansy stood up as well, "I'm going with you to the Valentine's day dance."
~*~*~*~
A/N so. . . how do ya lyk it??? Is it good? Bad? Horrible? The best ever? Lolz..
Yes I kno.I hav a thing 4 trains..n thoughts.n eyes!!! lolz
. plz review!!!