When Harry got back to the common room with Ron the two spotted Hermione in
the corner of the room, studying. They walked up to her a tried to make
conversation with no avail.
"Hey Herm," greeted Ron cheerfully, "How's everything?"
Hermione barely looked up from her rune chart as she answered Ron.
"Fine."
Ron looked at Harry and shook his head. Harry sighed and leaned down next to the chair Hermione was sitting in.
"How about a round of exploding snap?"
Hermione slammed her rune chart down, obviously annoyed.
"Can't the two of you see that I'm trying to do my homework?! As if I don't have enough to do and then you two come along trying to distract me with silly games! I don't have time for this!"
With that, Hermione grabbed her chart and overflowing book bag and stormed out of the common room, headed to no other than, the library. Neville Longbottom and Seamus Finnigan, who had been playing a game of wizard's chess, looked over at Harry Ron, perplexed looks on their faces.
"What's eating her," Seamus asked with his thick Irish accent, "Did you get in the way of her studying again?"
Harry didn't say anything, just stormed up to the sixth year boy's dormitory frustrated.
He just couldn't win with her. What happened to the Hermione he used to know? She at least had some time for him and Ron in-between all the studying.
'Maybe having a boyfriend would do her good,' thought Harry.
But why does Draco want to get with someone he's loathed for years? It just didn't seem right. But if Draco could help him get Cho.suddenly overcome with a feeling of extreme fatigue, Harry laid across his four poster and feel into deep sleep.
****** "But Draco, what all the things you told me. What about.what about us?"
Draco smirked.
"How many times do I have to tell you Emily, there is no us, there never was. I told you when we went out the first time; I was just in it for the pleasure of your.company."
The attractive Hupplepuff looked a Draco with hurt in her eyes.
"But what about all the poetry and presents? Didn't they mean anything?"
Draco shrugged.
"Not really."
Anxious to get back to his common room, Draco added insult to injury.
"Hey when you have the money, why not?"
As the dark haired girl burst into tears, Draco turned and walked of, heading towards the Slytherin common room. Sure, he'd seen that life was short so as a result, he was making the best out of it. What's-her-face was just another name in his little black book and soon Hermione would be in there too. You see, Draco Malfoy had a habit of using girls. Once he got what he wanted, he would just leave em, onto the next two legged thing with boobs. No girl could resist his charm; if he wanted it, he got it; and there was no exception. Until Hermione. He had let her get the best of him.
"Whatcha got there?"
The brown haired girl looked up form her book and sneered.
"None of your damn business Malfoy."
As she got up to leave, Draco caught her of guard and grabbed her hand.
"Boy oh boy has our little mudblood ever changed. I like it."
Repulsed, Hermione ripped her had out of his grip.
What shed done after his comment, infuriated him even more than a slap across the face could. She had IGNORED him and simply walked out of the library, head held high as if what he'd said to her had no effect. More than anything, Draco hated being ignored. At home he was constantly ignored, his father not really wanting him around and his mother so blinded by material possessions that he might as well have been a house elf. What mudblood had the right to ignore him?!
Draco took a deep breath as he walked into the common room and put on a smile. Soon enough.
Hermione would be his.
"Hey Herm," greeted Ron cheerfully, "How's everything?"
Hermione barely looked up from her rune chart as she answered Ron.
"Fine."
Ron looked at Harry and shook his head. Harry sighed and leaned down next to the chair Hermione was sitting in.
"How about a round of exploding snap?"
Hermione slammed her rune chart down, obviously annoyed.
"Can't the two of you see that I'm trying to do my homework?! As if I don't have enough to do and then you two come along trying to distract me with silly games! I don't have time for this!"
With that, Hermione grabbed her chart and overflowing book bag and stormed out of the common room, headed to no other than, the library. Neville Longbottom and Seamus Finnigan, who had been playing a game of wizard's chess, looked over at Harry Ron, perplexed looks on their faces.
"What's eating her," Seamus asked with his thick Irish accent, "Did you get in the way of her studying again?"
Harry didn't say anything, just stormed up to the sixth year boy's dormitory frustrated.
He just couldn't win with her. What happened to the Hermione he used to know? She at least had some time for him and Ron in-between all the studying.
'Maybe having a boyfriend would do her good,' thought Harry.
But why does Draco want to get with someone he's loathed for years? It just didn't seem right. But if Draco could help him get Cho.suddenly overcome with a feeling of extreme fatigue, Harry laid across his four poster and feel into deep sleep.
****** "But Draco, what all the things you told me. What about.what about us?"
Draco smirked.
"How many times do I have to tell you Emily, there is no us, there never was. I told you when we went out the first time; I was just in it for the pleasure of your.company."
The attractive Hupplepuff looked a Draco with hurt in her eyes.
"But what about all the poetry and presents? Didn't they mean anything?"
Draco shrugged.
"Not really."
Anxious to get back to his common room, Draco added insult to injury.
"Hey when you have the money, why not?"
As the dark haired girl burst into tears, Draco turned and walked of, heading towards the Slytherin common room. Sure, he'd seen that life was short so as a result, he was making the best out of it. What's-her-face was just another name in his little black book and soon Hermione would be in there too. You see, Draco Malfoy had a habit of using girls. Once he got what he wanted, he would just leave em, onto the next two legged thing with boobs. No girl could resist his charm; if he wanted it, he got it; and there was no exception. Until Hermione. He had let her get the best of him.
"Whatcha got there?"
The brown haired girl looked up form her book and sneered.
"None of your damn business Malfoy."
As she got up to leave, Draco caught her of guard and grabbed her hand.
"Boy oh boy has our little mudblood ever changed. I like it."
Repulsed, Hermione ripped her had out of his grip.
What shed done after his comment, infuriated him even more than a slap across the face could. She had IGNORED him and simply walked out of the library, head held high as if what he'd said to her had no effect. More than anything, Draco hated being ignored. At home he was constantly ignored, his father not really wanting him around and his mother so blinded by material possessions that he might as well have been a house elf. What mudblood had the right to ignore him?!
Draco took a deep breath as he walked into the common room and put on a smile. Soon enough.
Hermione would be his.