"Break me, Shake me"
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A/N: New chapter. Whoo. :DD Dude, I got over 100 reviews. 33 (Its been one of my goals since I posted this story up. XD; I'm weird, I know.) You people rock. ^^ Thank you. ;D!
Umm.. Okay, yeah. That's all I can think of for now. x.x;
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Sounds of Hermione running down the hallways could be heard, as she left Draco behind - confusion, sadness, and anger towards Ron all in one was building up in him. Why did he have to see them right in the middle that? And why did they have to stop?? It was all too perfect. Sighing lightly, he shrugged off the thought and made his way back upstairs wondering what the Weasel would say to the girl.
"Hermione..?!" the red head yelled at her, glaring.
"Ron, just listen!" she yelled back. "It's not what you think it is! You don't understand!!"
"Not what I think it is?! Hermione!! I saw Draco fucking Malfoy all over you, and you seemed to enjoy it also!! How is that not 'understanding' the situation?" The hurt he was feeling crept up in his voice but he shoved it back down, telling himself what he just saw was wrong. Draco and Hermione. In the hallways and staircases. Going at each other. He had to tell someone - Harry, maybe? Right! Harry would know what to do, he thought, making his way past her, as she tugged on his arm trying to make him stop and talk to her. Even though he tried to ignore her pleas and cries, something inside him kept reminding him it was wrong.
So what if Ron did have a crush on Hermione? They weren't going out together, and she was free to date who ever she wanted to. 'Not Malfoy though..' he thought walking into the Gryffindor common room, and was surprised to see Harry sitting there.
"Hello Ron, Hermione." The brown haired boy nodded as a small smile crossed his face, but disappeared when he saw Ron's flaming red face filled with anger and betrayal, and Hermione's teary eyes and 'don't's.
"What's wrong, Ron?" Harry asked looking at them with a worried tint in his eyes.
"Hermione was almost fucking Malfoy in the hallways a few minutes ago. I caught them red-handed. Neither of them seemed to mind the location or who the other one was."
Harry's face went pale and his eyes shone with disbelief. "Hermione..?" he asked softly. She looked away, hoping the red burning her cheeks wasn't visible, but it was. That was the only answer Harry needed. Before either of them knew it, he had grabbed her arm turning her face towards his.
"What exactly do you think you're doing screwing our enemy, Hermione? Seriously. We've hated him and vice versa for seven years and now you just up and say a truce all the while going at it like bunnies??" The tone in his voice scared Hermione, and it showed up in her eyes. Harry was oblivious to the fact though, and kept glaring at her, the grip around her arm going loose as he let her go and looked to the floor.
"I don't feel like knowing the details. I don't think I even want to know why. Don't try to talk to me for the next few days either, Hermione. There's a lot to think about." With that, the Boy Who Lived was upstairs leaving Ron and Hermione alone once more. After a few minutes of awkward silence, he started to make his way upstairs, but was stopped when a small voice asked, "Where are you going?" Not turning around, he kept walking mumbling the words: "To bed. You should too. Maybe Malfoy has a spot on his just for you?" Then he opened and closed the door to his dorm - leaving the girl there, broken and shattered.
The next day, Harry and Ron didn't talk to her. No one else knew what was going on, and Malfoy was as confused as ever. 'Did he tell Potty last night? Is that why they're not talking to her this morning?' he thought, trying to block out Pansy's squeaky voice at the table. His thoughts went back to the day before as a smirk crossed his face. She was so skilled - he had found out first hand - at many things, along with other changes, and stubborn attitude she still held. Glancing back to her, he saw she was distant from everyone else. Not even trying to talk to anyone. Seamus and Dean were talking about how to cheat on their exams for the next class, Fred and George were explaining to each other their plans for their joke shop, and two of the famous trio were ignoring Hermione, mumbling random things about Quidditch and chess. And there she was. Just poking at her food, a sad look in her eyes. "Maybe I can fix that.." he said quietly and got up walking over to the table. Everyone went silent when he approached, even though he was towering over Hermione. Looking up to him, the girl held back tears before grabbing her things and running out of the Great Hall once more with nothing said of where she was going. Draco glanced to the other two but blank expressions were plastered on their faces. Its like nothing ever happened. Narrowing his eyes towards them, Draco ran out of the Hall spotting Hermione going up the stairs towards the Head's dorm rooms.
"Hermione!" he called out. She stopped but didn't turn around. After catching up with her, he turned her around, as his wide went slightly wide with the site before him. Her eyes were slightly red from crying as dried tears stained her pale cheeks. A small sobbing noise could be heard from her throat. The girl that had beat him all those years and held such a strong belief in herself and those around her, now looked like she would break apart in two, and no one would care. He lifted a hand towards her cheek wiping away a new tear as their eyes met.
"We can't do this anymore, Malfoy."
"Why not?"
"Ron told Harry. Now their both pissed off beyond belief at me. It's only going to be a matter of time before the whole school knows what's going on between us."
"And it bothers you?"
"Yes. Doesn't it bother you to know that in less then.. five minutes even, every single person in those four houses will know that a Gryffindor and a Slytherin are going together?"
"Not really. Why do you care so such about what they think?"
"You always used to. I remember. Not often, but you did. Back when we first started out, and that one year when I slapped you. You were embarrassed and didn't know what to say so you just ran off hoping no one would find out, or when you were changed into the Amazing Bouncing Ferret. And also when Harry didn't want to become your friend because he had already met me and Ron." The names brought back tears to her eyes, and this time he wasn't there to catch them. Instead, Draco was trying to make sense of what she had just said. It was true, he did always care what people thought about him, but since Hermione had come into his life more then ever, he had changed - for the good, or bad - he wasn't sure himself.
But she had said they couldn't do this anymore. Something would have to go sooner or later. Draco or Hermione's friendship with everyone. And he didn't like the choices or consequences following. He loved her, she knew that. And she loved him. But he could never lose her to people who were giving her the silent treatment and treating her like shit all for who she fell for, could they? "Shows who true friends are.." he mumbled which brought her attention back to him.
"What?" she asked.
"Its just.. Think about it, Hermione. You said we can't do this anymore. We can't be together anymore. People are trying to stop us-"
"Maybe it's for the best.."
"Oh? So now you're just going to throw half of your final year out the window all because you spent it with me and random times doing random things? All because one of your friends caught us in the halls?"
"It's more than that, Malfoy.. They're all I have here." Another tear drop. At those words, Draco felt like his heart had been crushed with a thousand pins over and over again, and which was bleeding to death. All she had? Was she that blind? That wasn't all she had. Hermione had some one who cared about her more than anything, and she would never know how she effected his thinking and way of life altogether. And all of that was going to blow away for a couple of kids who kept repeating their same mistakes with her?? It didn't make any sense to him. Maybe she was right, though. A Gryffindor and Slytherin relationship would never work out to begin with, would it?
'Too late too find out now..' he thought as a cold hand touched his.
"I'm sorry.." she whispered to him before escaping the silence and sadness they both felt.
So that was it. She had done it. Chosen the famous trio over him. The bleeding heart was now slowly dying and breaking - just like he felt. Never had he thought it would go this far, and would end up this way. That she would go running back to those two instead of the one person who made her feel safe and secure.
"Guess that's life.. But it's not over until I get one last thing done.." he mumbled before entering the Great Hall again ignoring everything that had just happened.
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A/N: So bored. And tired. Insomnia's wearing off for once. Yay. A few more chapters to this story, I think. Not sure. @_@; Blah. Read and Review. 3 Thanks again.
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A/N: New chapter. Whoo. :DD Dude, I got over 100 reviews. 33 (Its been one of my goals since I posted this story up. XD; I'm weird, I know.) You people rock. ^^ Thank you. ;D!
Umm.. Okay, yeah. That's all I can think of for now. x.x;
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Sounds of Hermione running down the hallways could be heard, as she left Draco behind - confusion, sadness, and anger towards Ron all in one was building up in him. Why did he have to see them right in the middle that? And why did they have to stop?? It was all too perfect. Sighing lightly, he shrugged off the thought and made his way back upstairs wondering what the Weasel would say to the girl.
"Hermione..?!" the red head yelled at her, glaring.
"Ron, just listen!" she yelled back. "It's not what you think it is! You don't understand!!"
"Not what I think it is?! Hermione!! I saw Draco fucking Malfoy all over you, and you seemed to enjoy it also!! How is that not 'understanding' the situation?" The hurt he was feeling crept up in his voice but he shoved it back down, telling himself what he just saw was wrong. Draco and Hermione. In the hallways and staircases. Going at each other. He had to tell someone - Harry, maybe? Right! Harry would know what to do, he thought, making his way past her, as she tugged on his arm trying to make him stop and talk to her. Even though he tried to ignore her pleas and cries, something inside him kept reminding him it was wrong.
So what if Ron did have a crush on Hermione? They weren't going out together, and she was free to date who ever she wanted to. 'Not Malfoy though..' he thought walking into the Gryffindor common room, and was surprised to see Harry sitting there.
"Hello Ron, Hermione." The brown haired boy nodded as a small smile crossed his face, but disappeared when he saw Ron's flaming red face filled with anger and betrayal, and Hermione's teary eyes and 'don't's.
"What's wrong, Ron?" Harry asked looking at them with a worried tint in his eyes.
"Hermione was almost fucking Malfoy in the hallways a few minutes ago. I caught them red-handed. Neither of them seemed to mind the location or who the other one was."
Harry's face went pale and his eyes shone with disbelief. "Hermione..?" he asked softly. She looked away, hoping the red burning her cheeks wasn't visible, but it was. That was the only answer Harry needed. Before either of them knew it, he had grabbed her arm turning her face towards his.
"What exactly do you think you're doing screwing our enemy, Hermione? Seriously. We've hated him and vice versa for seven years and now you just up and say a truce all the while going at it like bunnies??" The tone in his voice scared Hermione, and it showed up in her eyes. Harry was oblivious to the fact though, and kept glaring at her, the grip around her arm going loose as he let her go and looked to the floor.
"I don't feel like knowing the details. I don't think I even want to know why. Don't try to talk to me for the next few days either, Hermione. There's a lot to think about." With that, the Boy Who Lived was upstairs leaving Ron and Hermione alone once more. After a few minutes of awkward silence, he started to make his way upstairs, but was stopped when a small voice asked, "Where are you going?" Not turning around, he kept walking mumbling the words: "To bed. You should too. Maybe Malfoy has a spot on his just for you?" Then he opened and closed the door to his dorm - leaving the girl there, broken and shattered.
The next day, Harry and Ron didn't talk to her. No one else knew what was going on, and Malfoy was as confused as ever. 'Did he tell Potty last night? Is that why they're not talking to her this morning?' he thought, trying to block out Pansy's squeaky voice at the table. His thoughts went back to the day before as a smirk crossed his face. She was so skilled - he had found out first hand - at many things, along with other changes, and stubborn attitude she still held. Glancing back to her, he saw she was distant from everyone else. Not even trying to talk to anyone. Seamus and Dean were talking about how to cheat on their exams for the next class, Fred and George were explaining to each other their plans for their joke shop, and two of the famous trio were ignoring Hermione, mumbling random things about Quidditch and chess. And there she was. Just poking at her food, a sad look in her eyes. "Maybe I can fix that.." he said quietly and got up walking over to the table. Everyone went silent when he approached, even though he was towering over Hermione. Looking up to him, the girl held back tears before grabbing her things and running out of the Great Hall once more with nothing said of where she was going. Draco glanced to the other two but blank expressions were plastered on their faces. Its like nothing ever happened. Narrowing his eyes towards them, Draco ran out of the Hall spotting Hermione going up the stairs towards the Head's dorm rooms.
"Hermione!" he called out. She stopped but didn't turn around. After catching up with her, he turned her around, as his wide went slightly wide with the site before him. Her eyes were slightly red from crying as dried tears stained her pale cheeks. A small sobbing noise could be heard from her throat. The girl that had beat him all those years and held such a strong belief in herself and those around her, now looked like she would break apart in two, and no one would care. He lifted a hand towards her cheek wiping away a new tear as their eyes met.
"We can't do this anymore, Malfoy."
"Why not?"
"Ron told Harry. Now their both pissed off beyond belief at me. It's only going to be a matter of time before the whole school knows what's going on between us."
"And it bothers you?"
"Yes. Doesn't it bother you to know that in less then.. five minutes even, every single person in those four houses will know that a Gryffindor and a Slytherin are going together?"
"Not really. Why do you care so such about what they think?"
"You always used to. I remember. Not often, but you did. Back when we first started out, and that one year when I slapped you. You were embarrassed and didn't know what to say so you just ran off hoping no one would find out, or when you were changed into the Amazing Bouncing Ferret. And also when Harry didn't want to become your friend because he had already met me and Ron." The names brought back tears to her eyes, and this time he wasn't there to catch them. Instead, Draco was trying to make sense of what she had just said. It was true, he did always care what people thought about him, but since Hermione had come into his life more then ever, he had changed - for the good, or bad - he wasn't sure himself.
But she had said they couldn't do this anymore. Something would have to go sooner or later. Draco or Hermione's friendship with everyone. And he didn't like the choices or consequences following. He loved her, she knew that. And she loved him. But he could never lose her to people who were giving her the silent treatment and treating her like shit all for who she fell for, could they? "Shows who true friends are.." he mumbled which brought her attention back to him.
"What?" she asked.
"Its just.. Think about it, Hermione. You said we can't do this anymore. We can't be together anymore. People are trying to stop us-"
"Maybe it's for the best.."
"Oh? So now you're just going to throw half of your final year out the window all because you spent it with me and random times doing random things? All because one of your friends caught us in the halls?"
"It's more than that, Malfoy.. They're all I have here." Another tear drop. At those words, Draco felt like his heart had been crushed with a thousand pins over and over again, and which was bleeding to death. All she had? Was she that blind? That wasn't all she had. Hermione had some one who cared about her more than anything, and she would never know how she effected his thinking and way of life altogether. And all of that was going to blow away for a couple of kids who kept repeating their same mistakes with her?? It didn't make any sense to him. Maybe she was right, though. A Gryffindor and Slytherin relationship would never work out to begin with, would it?
'Too late too find out now..' he thought as a cold hand touched his.
"I'm sorry.." she whispered to him before escaping the silence and sadness they both felt.
So that was it. She had done it. Chosen the famous trio over him. The bleeding heart was now slowly dying and breaking - just like he felt. Never had he thought it would go this far, and would end up this way. That she would go running back to those two instead of the one person who made her feel safe and secure.
"Guess that's life.. But it's not over until I get one last thing done.." he mumbled before entering the Great Hall again ignoring everything that had just happened.
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A/N: So bored. And tired. Insomnia's wearing off for once. Yay. A few more chapters to this story, I think. Not sure. @_@; Blah. Read and Review. 3 Thanks again.