"Break me, shake me"
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A/N: Whee.. That's all I have to say for now. o.o;
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She was the first one up. Sitting on the floor yet bent over trying to find her clothes, still cringing from the slight pain that was running through her body. But he woke up soon after while she was getting the last of her clothes on. They stared at each other for a few moments before she looked away, the noticeable tears forming in her eyes. He had a lot of time to think about what he did. And he actually felt guilty about it. He opened his mouth to say something to her but decided against it for the time being. Who knew what would happen if he tried to talk to her now?
Hermione got up, still trying to avoid eye contact with the boy. But she could feel his eyes staring at her - probing her soul, and trying to get her to speak to him. Maybe she would.. But having memories of the past night, her brain told her that the chance was slim. After all the heartache and pain he caused, did he really just expect her to forgive him that easily?
He got up silently and dressed as quickly as possible. Draco still watched her as she made her way to the door hoping it was unlocked and she could free herself from him for a while, but was met disapprovingly by it being locked. She turned around and started to say something but he stopped her.
"I'm sorry."
The shock blew her away for a few minutes. Did he just say he was sorry? And really mean it? This wasn't the Draco Malfoy she knew.. Then again, he did apologize for kidnapping before they came here. A painful memory. She shook her head lightly and stared at the ground wanting to forget all about it and what had happened between them.
He watched her, his eyes falling as he saw her head shaking. 'She'll never forgive me..' he thought to himself, turning around once more and heading back towards the bed. He didn't care if his father or Voldemort wanted to see him today, or tomorrow. He didn't want to go back to Hogwarts just yet and think everything was peachy keen between the two of them. And most of all, he didn't want to go on with hearing the words: "I forgive you" from Hermione's mouth. But what he had done had erased everything that was possibly good and honest from their 'relationship', and replaced it with trash and lies. Draco sighed heavily, staring at the ceiling - not noticing when the girl finally went over to him and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Draco.." she started which made his eyes look towards her. Nothing showed in them, as usual. No lust, or love. Not even hate or anger.
"I just wanted to ask you.."
Silence on his part. This was getting more hard and frustrating for her every second. Why wouldn't he say something to her? 'Say something, Malfoy!!" her brain yelled. Did he hate her like she thought? Was all of it just a lie that had been living? Getting her courage up once more, she started to ask him again.
"I just wanted to ask you.. between the days of your finding out about your mother's death, and now.. with everything that's happened.. I just wanted to know.." She couldn't do it. It was too much. But he seemed to read the frustration and confusion on her face and got up slightly, still looking at her.
"You wanted to know if I might just love you?"
Hermione held her breath slightly and nodded a bit. Surprisingly, he didn't do anything. Just looked back at her once more before sighing again, and getting up. Slowly letting her breath out, Hermione closed her eyes. Was that his answer? Did it mean 'no'? Holding back tears, the girl decided to go try to the door and found it unlocked. Her eyes looked around for him to say a thank you at least, but found he was nowhere in sight. Stepping out of the room, she found that hunger had gotten the best of her, so Hermione made her way downstairs for a late breakfast, hoping Draco wouldn't be any more mad than he was.
What Hermione didn't realize though, is that the same thoughts and questions were going through the boy's mind also. Escaping to the bathroom after unlocking the door for her, Draco replayed the question she had been too afraid to ask in his mind.
'You wanted to know if I might just love you?'
He sighed and looked at his reflection in the mirror.
"Granger, I don't even know the answer to that.." he mumbled then exited the room to sort things out once more.
A day passed until the two were finally allowed to go back to Hogwarts. After much questioning and prying, Voldemort had found out (with much pride to Draco, and little happiness for no show) that he had done what he was supposed to. Neither Hermione or Draco talked once they got back to school, and as for the teachers, told them they had a terrible flu, which made them stay out of classes for awhile.
Once more another project was piled on them, and they were paired off together. After much dismay in class (no work was getting done) they realized that they had to finish it on their own time, deciding it was fine to work on it in the Head's common room tonight. The thought made Hermione cringe a bit more, but as for Draco, he seemed not to notice. As soon as night had come, the two thought it was time before they got into another fight which would end up God only knows how, so they set to work.
Watching him from the corner of her eye, Hermione couldn't help but notice how the Head Boy seemed distant to people lately. 'No wonder why..' she thought, writing the last of her part on some parchment and peering over to see what Malfoy had done. The results shocked her.
"Malfoy!" she yelled.
"What?" he asked, snapping out of his daydream.
"You haven't gotten any work done yet. I just finished. Have you been thinking this whole time?"
"Maybe.. Why would it matter to yo-" he decided not to insult her tonight and try to sort things out between them. "Listen.. Hermione.." He sighed once more before he began. "I know what happened to us in the past few days and weeks have been great - all except the Voldemort thing - but other then that, I've actually, for a lack of better words, loved spending time with you.. As odd as it may sound. I'm not sure if all the physical things meant emotional things, also.. What I'm trying to say is. I might have feelings for you.. I don't know what came over me that night, though. I guess the pressure was on me, along with all the anger I've been feeling for awhile.."
Hermione stared at him blankly. Had he really just said that? To her? Maybe she had him wrong after all.. maybe there was decency in the Dragon after all. She smiled lightly at the thought. He noticed this a tilted his head to the side.
"What's so funny?" he asked. She looked at him, the smile still lingering.
"Nothing.." she replied.
"Tell me." he asked.
"It's just.." she sighed and looked back at him. "I don't know.. At first I thought this was a dream.. Two enemies suddenly falling for each other and fucking per say, then protect them by hurting them.. I dunno, it all just seems like a dream, I guess. It doesn't seem real."
They looked at each other again before he spoke. "It's real though, Hermione. I'm sorry for any pain I've caused you but I only meant to protect you." She nodded and before they knew, they were embraced in another kiss. Maybe they had fallin for each other and just needed some help finding it out? But whatever the reason, they were together now and enjoying every minute of it so far..
Soon after people (mainly in the Slytherin house) started noticing that their 'prince' was distancing himself from all them. Word got around fast and, most of all the house was wondering what was wrong with him - including Pansy.
"Drakie?" she asked sweetly, yet it only came out as a small squeak as she stepped closer.
"What?" he snapped.
"Everyones been wondering.. and worried.. you haven't been yourself lately, Drakie." He cringed at the name but said nothing as she continued on. "And its really scary if you think about it long enough, ya know? We just wanted to know what was wrong."
"Theres nothing wrong with me, Parkinson."
"But-" she started.
"No. I said there is nothing wrong with me. Got it?" he glared at her, and she gulped instantly shutting up about the subject and going on her way. Watching Pansy leave, though a thought came to mind.
'What if the whole school found out what Granger and I did..?'
He snorted a bit and turned his head leaving slowly.
"Like that would ever happen.."
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A/N: I should re-write this.. The outcome was really not to my liking, but whatever. As long as ya'll like it, Its fine.
Thanks to Sycocallie and all the help. :D Want me mail the next chapter when I get done with it?
Suddenly I've lost all motivation for this story though. x__x; I probably won't be able to update.. 'till later. Next week or so. School starts up again - have to get caught up. XB Damn.. education.. Read and review. Thanks, again.
And Devi! O_o; I'm working on your Titantic.. comic thing.. o_o; My teacher gave me 71 questions to do before tomorrow so I'll have to send it sometime next week through the mail when its done, mmkay? _o;
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A/N: Whee.. That's all I have to say for now. o.o;
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She was the first one up. Sitting on the floor yet bent over trying to find her clothes, still cringing from the slight pain that was running through her body. But he woke up soon after while she was getting the last of her clothes on. They stared at each other for a few moments before she looked away, the noticeable tears forming in her eyes. He had a lot of time to think about what he did. And he actually felt guilty about it. He opened his mouth to say something to her but decided against it for the time being. Who knew what would happen if he tried to talk to her now?
Hermione got up, still trying to avoid eye contact with the boy. But she could feel his eyes staring at her - probing her soul, and trying to get her to speak to him. Maybe she would.. But having memories of the past night, her brain told her that the chance was slim. After all the heartache and pain he caused, did he really just expect her to forgive him that easily?
He got up silently and dressed as quickly as possible. Draco still watched her as she made her way to the door hoping it was unlocked and she could free herself from him for a while, but was met disapprovingly by it being locked. She turned around and started to say something but he stopped her.
"I'm sorry."
The shock blew her away for a few minutes. Did he just say he was sorry? And really mean it? This wasn't the Draco Malfoy she knew.. Then again, he did apologize for kidnapping before they came here. A painful memory. She shook her head lightly and stared at the ground wanting to forget all about it and what had happened between them.
He watched her, his eyes falling as he saw her head shaking. 'She'll never forgive me..' he thought to himself, turning around once more and heading back towards the bed. He didn't care if his father or Voldemort wanted to see him today, or tomorrow. He didn't want to go back to Hogwarts just yet and think everything was peachy keen between the two of them. And most of all, he didn't want to go on with hearing the words: "I forgive you" from Hermione's mouth. But what he had done had erased everything that was possibly good and honest from their 'relationship', and replaced it with trash and lies. Draco sighed heavily, staring at the ceiling - not noticing when the girl finally went over to him and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Draco.." she started which made his eyes look towards her. Nothing showed in them, as usual. No lust, or love. Not even hate or anger.
"I just wanted to ask you.."
Silence on his part. This was getting more hard and frustrating for her every second. Why wouldn't he say something to her? 'Say something, Malfoy!!" her brain yelled. Did he hate her like she thought? Was all of it just a lie that had been living? Getting her courage up once more, she started to ask him again.
"I just wanted to ask you.. between the days of your finding out about your mother's death, and now.. with everything that's happened.. I just wanted to know.." She couldn't do it. It was too much. But he seemed to read the frustration and confusion on her face and got up slightly, still looking at her.
"You wanted to know if I might just love you?"
Hermione held her breath slightly and nodded a bit. Surprisingly, he didn't do anything. Just looked back at her once more before sighing again, and getting up. Slowly letting her breath out, Hermione closed her eyes. Was that his answer? Did it mean 'no'? Holding back tears, the girl decided to go try to the door and found it unlocked. Her eyes looked around for him to say a thank you at least, but found he was nowhere in sight. Stepping out of the room, she found that hunger had gotten the best of her, so Hermione made her way downstairs for a late breakfast, hoping Draco wouldn't be any more mad than he was.
What Hermione didn't realize though, is that the same thoughts and questions were going through the boy's mind also. Escaping to the bathroom after unlocking the door for her, Draco replayed the question she had been too afraid to ask in his mind.
'You wanted to know if I might just love you?'
He sighed and looked at his reflection in the mirror.
"Granger, I don't even know the answer to that.." he mumbled then exited the room to sort things out once more.
A day passed until the two were finally allowed to go back to Hogwarts. After much questioning and prying, Voldemort had found out (with much pride to Draco, and little happiness for no show) that he had done what he was supposed to. Neither Hermione or Draco talked once they got back to school, and as for the teachers, told them they had a terrible flu, which made them stay out of classes for awhile.
Once more another project was piled on them, and they were paired off together. After much dismay in class (no work was getting done) they realized that they had to finish it on their own time, deciding it was fine to work on it in the Head's common room tonight. The thought made Hermione cringe a bit more, but as for Draco, he seemed not to notice. As soon as night had come, the two thought it was time before they got into another fight which would end up God only knows how, so they set to work.
Watching him from the corner of her eye, Hermione couldn't help but notice how the Head Boy seemed distant to people lately. 'No wonder why..' she thought, writing the last of her part on some parchment and peering over to see what Malfoy had done. The results shocked her.
"Malfoy!" she yelled.
"What?" he asked, snapping out of his daydream.
"You haven't gotten any work done yet. I just finished. Have you been thinking this whole time?"
"Maybe.. Why would it matter to yo-" he decided not to insult her tonight and try to sort things out between them. "Listen.. Hermione.." He sighed once more before he began. "I know what happened to us in the past few days and weeks have been great - all except the Voldemort thing - but other then that, I've actually, for a lack of better words, loved spending time with you.. As odd as it may sound. I'm not sure if all the physical things meant emotional things, also.. What I'm trying to say is. I might have feelings for you.. I don't know what came over me that night, though. I guess the pressure was on me, along with all the anger I've been feeling for awhile.."
Hermione stared at him blankly. Had he really just said that? To her? Maybe she had him wrong after all.. maybe there was decency in the Dragon after all. She smiled lightly at the thought. He noticed this a tilted his head to the side.
"What's so funny?" he asked. She looked at him, the smile still lingering.
"Nothing.." she replied.
"Tell me." he asked.
"It's just.." she sighed and looked back at him. "I don't know.. At first I thought this was a dream.. Two enemies suddenly falling for each other and fucking per say, then protect them by hurting them.. I dunno, it all just seems like a dream, I guess. It doesn't seem real."
They looked at each other again before he spoke. "It's real though, Hermione. I'm sorry for any pain I've caused you but I only meant to protect you." She nodded and before they knew, they were embraced in another kiss. Maybe they had fallin for each other and just needed some help finding it out? But whatever the reason, they were together now and enjoying every minute of it so far..
Soon after people (mainly in the Slytherin house) started noticing that their 'prince' was distancing himself from all them. Word got around fast and, most of all the house was wondering what was wrong with him - including Pansy.
"Drakie?" she asked sweetly, yet it only came out as a small squeak as she stepped closer.
"What?" he snapped.
"Everyones been wondering.. and worried.. you haven't been yourself lately, Drakie." He cringed at the name but said nothing as she continued on. "And its really scary if you think about it long enough, ya know? We just wanted to know what was wrong."
"Theres nothing wrong with me, Parkinson."
"But-" she started.
"No. I said there is nothing wrong with me. Got it?" he glared at her, and she gulped instantly shutting up about the subject and going on her way. Watching Pansy leave, though a thought came to mind.
'What if the whole school found out what Granger and I did..?'
He snorted a bit and turned his head leaving slowly.
"Like that would ever happen.."
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A/N: I should re-write this.. The outcome was really not to my liking, but whatever. As long as ya'll like it, Its fine.
Thanks to Sycocallie and all the help. :D Want me mail the next chapter when I get done with it?
Suddenly I've lost all motivation for this story though. x__x; I probably won't be able to update.. 'till later. Next week or so. School starts up again - have to get caught up. XB Damn.. education.. Read and review. Thanks, again.
And Devi! O_o; I'm working on your Titantic.. comic thing.. o_o; My teacher gave me 71 questions to do before tomorrow so I'll have to send it sometime next week through the mail when its done, mmkay? _o;