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Chapter 10- Breaking Up
Draco's POV (thought it was time for him to have some input)
"Okay, so how many people do you think should be in one group?" Terry asked. All four of us were in our normal positions, with me sprawled on my couch, Hermione sitting on the floor, and Hannah leaning against Terry on his couch.
It was November 15th, and we'd just had a visit from Dumbledore. He'd told us to start working on the class trip, and given us some guidelines. The students would be put in groups to stay in the places, whether it be hotels or something else, and we should mix up students from different houses. He'd told us it was all up to us what groups to put the students in, and where to have them go (but he would be approving of the list) and how to arrange for the travel. He'd told us that money wasn't a matter, and to plan the best. We had to book where the students would be staying, and everything.
"Maybe we should have four people in a group," Hannah suggested. "That way we could put one person from each house, and if we run out, just fill in the groups with the rest."
Terry smiled down at her and kissed her on the forehead. "I think that's a wonderful idea," he said, looking up to see what we thought of it. I saw Hermione nod her head, and I shrugged.
"Sounds good," Hermione said, jotting it down on her parchment. "Okay. I think we should split up and work separately on different things, so we can get it done sooner. What do you guys think?"
Hannah and Terry agreed that it was a good idea, so they paired off together, figuring out where we could go, and I got stuck working with Hermione on putting groups together. Hannah and Terry went up to bed, and I went upstairs to get changed. When I came back, I saw Hermione also in her pajamas, ready with some parchment and two quills.
"Ready to get started?" she asked cheerfully. I could say this: our relationship had definitely improved over the past two and a half months. We were MUCH more tolerable of each other, and were even becoming friends. I found myself liking her more and more, but I still hadn't revealed myself to her. How could I? She was with Potter.
"Sure," I sighed. "Let's do it." I fell back onto my couch, but she shook her head.
"Come sit over here," she said, gesturing on the floor space across from her. Obligingly, I got up and sat across from her on the floor. "Okay, so I have all the class lists..." she paused, glancing around her and shuffling through papers. "Well I thought I had them," she corrected. "Accio!" The lists appeared in her hand out of nowhere, and she smiled. "Yes. Anyways, here are the lists, so we have to start putting people from each house together. But, we have to keep in mind not to put people together who will kill each other." I laughed as she raised her eyebrows pointedly at me. I wouldn't be put with Potter or Weasley, that's for sure.
"Now," she continued, "I was thinking I would put us four together in a group, if that's ok?" I nodded, and she wrote down our first group. "Alright then! Now we only have about 100 groups left to go!" (A/N: Total estimate, how many students are at Hogwarts??) I groaned, and she laughed at me. I settled down for a long night, and we set about getting people together for the trip, thinking in the back of our minds of places we might be able to go.
I awoke the next morning with an awful crick in my neck. I blinked to clear my vision and saw that I was still in the common room, and Hermione was still with me. We were both as we had been last night, leaning against the back of my couch, and her head had fallen onto my shoulder. Gently, I shook her awake, and watched as her eyes fluttered open. She slowly straightened up, stretching and wincing as she turned her head. "What time is it?" she asked groggily.
Quickly glancing at the clock above the fireplace, hoping we weren't going to be late to class, I relaxed, seeing that it was only 7:00. I told her this, and she sighed in relief too. Apparently Terry and Hannah had decided to leave us alone and go to breakfast, because they weren't anywhere to be seen.
"Man, I'm starving," I grumbled. "We missed breakfast."
"Oh, we'll just get something from the kitchen," she replied. "Don't worry about it." I looked at her, surprised.
"They'll give you stuff from the kitchen?" I asked in wonder. She laughed, and nodded, getting up.
"Just try and stop them," she said over her shoulder, heading up the stairs to grab her robes.
Hermione's POV
I woke up with Draco in the same positions we'd been in before, sunlight filtering in my eyes. "What time is it?" I mumbled.
Draco told me it was only 7:00, and I relaxed, knowing we wouldn't be late to class. "We missed breakfast. Man, I was starving, too..." I laughed at the fake pout he had plastered on his face. I stood up, straightening my wrinkled robes.
"Don't worry," I called over my shoulder as I went upstairs. "We can get something from the kitchens."
He had followed me up the stairs and was about to enter his room when I said this. He turned to me wonderingly. "They'll give you stuff from the kitchens?"
"Just try and stop them!" I closed the door to my room as he did the same. I changed into fresh robes, and was about to head out the door when I took a double take in the mirror. I had never seen my hair as unruly as it was now. I was going to fix it, but decided 'Oh, just screw it'. I was hair challenged. No matter what I did with my hair, I could never get it to look nice. I quickly threw it up in a messy bun, and walked down the stairs to find Draco waiting for me.
"Ready to go?" he asked impatiently. I nodded, and I followed him out of the portal. "So, uh... where are we going?" he asked as I led him down an unfamiliar corridor.
I smiled back at him. "You'll see." I led him to a simple picture of a table with a feast spread out on it. "Strawberry milk," I said, and it swung open, revealing the kitchen. Draco followed me in, and I turned to see him staring at all the house elves bustling around.
"Oh, Miss Hermione!" Lilly, one of the elves, recognized me and stopped for a moment. "Would you like something? Perhaps some donuts, or coffee?" Draco was still shocked.
"Yes please, that would be wonderful, Lilly." I smiled at her as she hurried off again to fetch some food for us.
"Wow," Draco seemed just amazed that the elves were so willing to give us food. I looked at him and giggled. "How'd you know this was here?" I raised an eyebrow at him and he grinned. "Oh, let me guess: the Weasley twins?" I smiled and nodded. "Should've known..."
A few of the elves had managed to pull up some chairs and a small table for us, and we took a seat. Within a matter of minutes Lilly was back with a plate piled full of donuts and two cups of coffee, and a tray with cream and sugar.
I scooped some sugar into my coffee and took a sip. "Mmmm..." I sighed. "That was just what I needed." Draco, meanwhile, was steadily inhaling all the chocolate covered donuts. "Hey, leave some for me!" He eyed me from across the table and snatched up the last chocolate one, shoving it into his mouth. I glared at him as he licked the last of the chocolate from his fingers, smirking. "I can't believe you did that!"
"Oh come on. I'm sure you can just call up one of your little elves to fetch some more." I sneered at him, and deliberately picked up a powdered sugar donut, taking a bite. He broke out in a smile, and failed to stifle a laugh, which made me more mad.
"What?" I cried, exasperated. Carefully, he reached over and brushed some powdered sugar off my nose. He laughed again, and I found myself laughing with him. Soon neither of us could control it, and we were doubled over in laughter. When I finally stopped, I happened to glimpse the clock on the wall, and gasped. "We have three minutes to get to potions class!" I yelled. Draco yelped and jumped out of his seat, almost knocking it over. He grabbed my hand and practically pulled me out of the kitchen.
Pure terror of Snape's wrath drove us to fly up the flights of stairs to the potions dungeon. We were both laughing at ourselves, both for being so stupid and for being late to potions yet again. It seemed like one or the other (or both) of us were always running late. Terry and Hannah had the same problem, apparently, because they were always rushing around too. It was a wonder we were all prefects.
By the time we reached Snape's classroom, we were out of breath, but still unable to stop laughing. Without thinking, we burst into the class and took our seats. It was about the fiftieth time that year alone that we were seated right before Snape came in to start the class. We were sitting there trying to gasp for breath quietly while getting our things out of our bags, which we had grown accustomed to carrying so we could avoid trips back to our room between every single class.
We talked as we worked on adding things to our Aucunes Craintes potion, which was still in progress (it took five months to make it, Snape was making it like our final exam). I thought it was strange how he hadn't really told us anything about the potion, just had us making it, but I had forgotten that, and gotten caught up in just making the potion correctly. Mine and Draco's grades both depended on the success of that one potion.
Before I knew it, the class was over, and I was walking to herbology class. Draco had left for the room to get something he had forgotten for his next class, Charms. It wasn't until I was walking out of the castle that I spotted Harry and Ron up ahead. I ran to catch up with them, yelling for them to wait up. "Hey, guys!" I waved. They glanced back and Harry's expression changed. He turned to tell Ron something, and he continued up to herbology. Harry stood there until I reached him, and I saw an emotion in his eyes that worried me. "Harry, what's wrong?" I asked, full of concern.
"What's up with you and Malfoy?" he demanded. I guess he saw the puzzlement in my face, because he elaborated without my asking him to. "I saw you two come into potions class together, Hermione. You were laughing and holding hands."
My eyes widened as I realized what it probably looked like. "Oh, Harry, that's not..."
"But," Harry was going on. "You know what? That's fine." He closed his eyes and sighed. "Because I don't think we were really right for each other anyways."
"What?" I cried. I could feel tears stinging the corners of my eyes, but tried to hold them back.
"I- I like someone else, Hermione." This came down on me like a ton of bricks. I really liked Harry. He was my best friend, and I thought we could have been really great together. Who did he like better than me?
"Who?" I managed to choke out.
"It's Ginny." Frankly, I was shocked. Ginny had been one of my best friends ever since her first year here, my second year. I knew she had liked Harry in the beginning, but I thought she had gotten over it. She no longer blushed when he came in, or became clumsy when he was around... maybe she had just matured. "Hermione, please tell me you're okay?" I could tell Harry felt bad, the way he was trying to peer down at me. How could he do this to me?
Harry's POV (ooh, someone different!)
It broke my heart to see Hermione like that. I couldn't stand seeing her trying to blink back her tears.
-We both know that I shouldn't be here This is wrong And baby it's killin' me, it's killin' you Both of us tryin' to be strong I've got somewhere else to be Promises to keep Someone else who loves me And trusts me fast asleep I've made up my mind There is no turning back She's been good to me And she deserves better than that
It's the hardest thing I'll ever have to do To look you in the eye And tell you I don't love you It's the hardest thing I'll ever have to lie To show no emotion When you start to cry I can't let you see What you mean to me When my hands are tied And my heart's not free We're not meant to be It's the hardest thing I'll ever have to do To turn around and walk away Pretending I don't love you
I know that we'll meet again Fate has a place and time So you can get on with your life I've got to be cruel to be kind Like Dr. Zhivago All my love I'll be sending And you will never know Cause there can be no happy ending
It's the hardest thing I'll ever have to do To look you in the eye And tell you I don't love you It's the hardest thing I'll ever have to lie To show no emotion When you start to cry I can't let you see What you mean to me When my hands are tied And my heart's not free We're not meant to be It's the hardest thing I'll ever have to do To turn around and walk away Pretending I don't love you
Maybe another time, another day As much as I want to, I can't stay I've made up my mind There is no turning back She's been good to me And she deserves better than that
It's the hardest thing I'll ever have to do To look you in the eye And tell you I don't love you It's the hardest thing I'll ever have to lie To show no emotion When you start to cry I can't let you see What you mean to me When my hands are tied And my heart's not free We're not meant to be It's the hardest thing I'll ever have to do To turn around and walk away Pretending I don't love you-
It really did break my heart to leave Hermione like that, crying in the middle of the yard, but I had the feeling she wanted to be alone. Besides, I was going to be late to herbology.
A/N: Another song from 98 Degrees, this one called The Hardest Thing. Thanks to people who reviewed:
A/N: My friend, daydreamer, helped me a lot with this chapter, and I would like to thank her. THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! She has a Harry Potter fic too, called Only He Can Know. So check it out, it's really really good!!
Chapter 10- Breaking Up
Draco's POV (thought it was time for him to have some input)
"Okay, so how many people do you think should be in one group?" Terry asked. All four of us were in our normal positions, with me sprawled on my couch, Hermione sitting on the floor, and Hannah leaning against Terry on his couch.
It was November 15th, and we'd just had a visit from Dumbledore. He'd told us to start working on the class trip, and given us some guidelines. The students would be put in groups to stay in the places, whether it be hotels or something else, and we should mix up students from different houses. He'd told us it was all up to us what groups to put the students in, and where to have them go (but he would be approving of the list) and how to arrange for the travel. He'd told us that money wasn't a matter, and to plan the best. We had to book where the students would be staying, and everything.
"Maybe we should have four people in a group," Hannah suggested. "That way we could put one person from each house, and if we run out, just fill in the groups with the rest."
Terry smiled down at her and kissed her on the forehead. "I think that's a wonderful idea," he said, looking up to see what we thought of it. I saw Hermione nod her head, and I shrugged.
"Sounds good," Hermione said, jotting it down on her parchment. "Okay. I think we should split up and work separately on different things, so we can get it done sooner. What do you guys think?"
Hannah and Terry agreed that it was a good idea, so they paired off together, figuring out where we could go, and I got stuck working with Hermione on putting groups together. Hannah and Terry went up to bed, and I went upstairs to get changed. When I came back, I saw Hermione also in her pajamas, ready with some parchment and two quills.
"Ready to get started?" she asked cheerfully. I could say this: our relationship had definitely improved over the past two and a half months. We were MUCH more tolerable of each other, and were even becoming friends. I found myself liking her more and more, but I still hadn't revealed myself to her. How could I? She was with Potter.
"Sure," I sighed. "Let's do it." I fell back onto my couch, but she shook her head.
"Come sit over here," she said, gesturing on the floor space across from her. Obligingly, I got up and sat across from her on the floor. "Okay, so I have all the class lists..." she paused, glancing around her and shuffling through papers. "Well I thought I had them," she corrected. "Accio!" The lists appeared in her hand out of nowhere, and she smiled. "Yes. Anyways, here are the lists, so we have to start putting people from each house together. But, we have to keep in mind not to put people together who will kill each other." I laughed as she raised her eyebrows pointedly at me. I wouldn't be put with Potter or Weasley, that's for sure.
"Now," she continued, "I was thinking I would put us four together in a group, if that's ok?" I nodded, and she wrote down our first group. "Alright then! Now we only have about 100 groups left to go!" (A/N: Total estimate, how many students are at Hogwarts??) I groaned, and she laughed at me. I settled down for a long night, and we set about getting people together for the trip, thinking in the back of our minds of places we might be able to go.
I awoke the next morning with an awful crick in my neck. I blinked to clear my vision and saw that I was still in the common room, and Hermione was still with me. We were both as we had been last night, leaning against the back of my couch, and her head had fallen onto my shoulder. Gently, I shook her awake, and watched as her eyes fluttered open. She slowly straightened up, stretching and wincing as she turned her head. "What time is it?" she asked groggily.
Quickly glancing at the clock above the fireplace, hoping we weren't going to be late to class, I relaxed, seeing that it was only 7:00. I told her this, and she sighed in relief too. Apparently Terry and Hannah had decided to leave us alone and go to breakfast, because they weren't anywhere to be seen.
"Man, I'm starving," I grumbled. "We missed breakfast."
"Oh, we'll just get something from the kitchen," she replied. "Don't worry about it." I looked at her, surprised.
"They'll give you stuff from the kitchen?" I asked in wonder. She laughed, and nodded, getting up.
"Just try and stop them," she said over her shoulder, heading up the stairs to grab her robes.
Hermione's POV
I woke up with Draco in the same positions we'd been in before, sunlight filtering in my eyes. "What time is it?" I mumbled.
Draco told me it was only 7:00, and I relaxed, knowing we wouldn't be late to class. "We missed breakfast. Man, I was starving, too..." I laughed at the fake pout he had plastered on his face. I stood up, straightening my wrinkled robes.
"Don't worry," I called over my shoulder as I went upstairs. "We can get something from the kitchens."
He had followed me up the stairs and was about to enter his room when I said this. He turned to me wonderingly. "They'll give you stuff from the kitchens?"
"Just try and stop them!" I closed the door to my room as he did the same. I changed into fresh robes, and was about to head out the door when I took a double take in the mirror. I had never seen my hair as unruly as it was now. I was going to fix it, but decided 'Oh, just screw it'. I was hair challenged. No matter what I did with my hair, I could never get it to look nice. I quickly threw it up in a messy bun, and walked down the stairs to find Draco waiting for me.
"Ready to go?" he asked impatiently. I nodded, and I followed him out of the portal. "So, uh... where are we going?" he asked as I led him down an unfamiliar corridor.
I smiled back at him. "You'll see." I led him to a simple picture of a table with a feast spread out on it. "Strawberry milk," I said, and it swung open, revealing the kitchen. Draco followed me in, and I turned to see him staring at all the house elves bustling around.
"Oh, Miss Hermione!" Lilly, one of the elves, recognized me and stopped for a moment. "Would you like something? Perhaps some donuts, or coffee?" Draco was still shocked.
"Yes please, that would be wonderful, Lilly." I smiled at her as she hurried off again to fetch some food for us.
"Wow," Draco seemed just amazed that the elves were so willing to give us food. I looked at him and giggled. "How'd you know this was here?" I raised an eyebrow at him and he grinned. "Oh, let me guess: the Weasley twins?" I smiled and nodded. "Should've known..."
A few of the elves had managed to pull up some chairs and a small table for us, and we took a seat. Within a matter of minutes Lilly was back with a plate piled full of donuts and two cups of coffee, and a tray with cream and sugar.
I scooped some sugar into my coffee and took a sip. "Mmmm..." I sighed. "That was just what I needed." Draco, meanwhile, was steadily inhaling all the chocolate covered donuts. "Hey, leave some for me!" He eyed me from across the table and snatched up the last chocolate one, shoving it into his mouth. I glared at him as he licked the last of the chocolate from his fingers, smirking. "I can't believe you did that!"
"Oh come on. I'm sure you can just call up one of your little elves to fetch some more." I sneered at him, and deliberately picked up a powdered sugar donut, taking a bite. He broke out in a smile, and failed to stifle a laugh, which made me more mad.
"What?" I cried, exasperated. Carefully, he reached over and brushed some powdered sugar off my nose. He laughed again, and I found myself laughing with him. Soon neither of us could control it, and we were doubled over in laughter. When I finally stopped, I happened to glimpse the clock on the wall, and gasped. "We have three minutes to get to potions class!" I yelled. Draco yelped and jumped out of his seat, almost knocking it over. He grabbed my hand and practically pulled me out of the kitchen.
Pure terror of Snape's wrath drove us to fly up the flights of stairs to the potions dungeon. We were both laughing at ourselves, both for being so stupid and for being late to potions yet again. It seemed like one or the other (or both) of us were always running late. Terry and Hannah had the same problem, apparently, because they were always rushing around too. It was a wonder we were all prefects.
By the time we reached Snape's classroom, we were out of breath, but still unable to stop laughing. Without thinking, we burst into the class and took our seats. It was about the fiftieth time that year alone that we were seated right before Snape came in to start the class. We were sitting there trying to gasp for breath quietly while getting our things out of our bags, which we had grown accustomed to carrying so we could avoid trips back to our room between every single class.
We talked as we worked on adding things to our Aucunes Craintes potion, which was still in progress (it took five months to make it, Snape was making it like our final exam). I thought it was strange how he hadn't really told us anything about the potion, just had us making it, but I had forgotten that, and gotten caught up in just making the potion correctly. Mine and Draco's grades both depended on the success of that one potion.
Before I knew it, the class was over, and I was walking to herbology class. Draco had left for the room to get something he had forgotten for his next class, Charms. It wasn't until I was walking out of the castle that I spotted Harry and Ron up ahead. I ran to catch up with them, yelling for them to wait up. "Hey, guys!" I waved. They glanced back and Harry's expression changed. He turned to tell Ron something, and he continued up to herbology. Harry stood there until I reached him, and I saw an emotion in his eyes that worried me. "Harry, what's wrong?" I asked, full of concern.
"What's up with you and Malfoy?" he demanded. I guess he saw the puzzlement in my face, because he elaborated without my asking him to. "I saw you two come into potions class together, Hermione. You were laughing and holding hands."
My eyes widened as I realized what it probably looked like. "Oh, Harry, that's not..."
"But," Harry was going on. "You know what? That's fine." He closed his eyes and sighed. "Because I don't think we were really right for each other anyways."
"What?" I cried. I could feel tears stinging the corners of my eyes, but tried to hold them back.
"I- I like someone else, Hermione." This came down on me like a ton of bricks. I really liked Harry. He was my best friend, and I thought we could have been really great together. Who did he like better than me?
"Who?" I managed to choke out.
"It's Ginny." Frankly, I was shocked. Ginny had been one of my best friends ever since her first year here, my second year. I knew she had liked Harry in the beginning, but I thought she had gotten over it. She no longer blushed when he came in, or became clumsy when he was around... maybe she had just matured. "Hermione, please tell me you're okay?" I could tell Harry felt bad, the way he was trying to peer down at me. How could he do this to me?
Harry's POV (ooh, someone different!)
It broke my heart to see Hermione like that. I couldn't stand seeing her trying to blink back her tears.
-We both know that I shouldn't be here This is wrong And baby it's killin' me, it's killin' you Both of us tryin' to be strong I've got somewhere else to be Promises to keep Someone else who loves me And trusts me fast asleep I've made up my mind There is no turning back She's been good to me And she deserves better than that
It's the hardest thing I'll ever have to do To look you in the eye And tell you I don't love you It's the hardest thing I'll ever have to lie To show no emotion When you start to cry I can't let you see What you mean to me When my hands are tied And my heart's not free We're not meant to be It's the hardest thing I'll ever have to do To turn around and walk away Pretending I don't love you
I know that we'll meet again Fate has a place and time So you can get on with your life I've got to be cruel to be kind Like Dr. Zhivago All my love I'll be sending And you will never know Cause there can be no happy ending
It's the hardest thing I'll ever have to do To look you in the eye And tell you I don't love you It's the hardest thing I'll ever have to lie To show no emotion When you start to cry I can't let you see What you mean to me When my hands are tied And my heart's not free We're not meant to be It's the hardest thing I'll ever have to do To turn around and walk away Pretending I don't love you
Maybe another time, another day As much as I want to, I can't stay I've made up my mind There is no turning back She's been good to me And she deserves better than that
It's the hardest thing I'll ever have to do To look you in the eye And tell you I don't love you It's the hardest thing I'll ever have to lie To show no emotion When you start to cry I can't let you see What you mean to me When my hands are tied And my heart's not free We're not meant to be It's the hardest thing I'll ever have to do To turn around and walk away Pretending I don't love you-
It really did break my heart to leave Hermione like that, crying in the middle of the yard, but I had the feeling she wanted to be alone. Besides, I was going to be late to herbology.
A/N: Another song from 98 Degrees, this one called The Hardest Thing. Thanks to people who reviewed: