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Chapter 15- Room Swaps and More Letters
Draco's POV
"Hermione, you've gotta come out to eat, you know." Apparently, she had locked herself in her room and refused to come out. Ever. I had been pounding and yelling at her door for at least a couple hours, but she wasn't answering me. I was sitting against the wall opposite her door, hoping to catch her when she came out. It had occurred to me that she could use the Gryffindor common room portal, but considering the circumstance, I didn't think she would.
It was as if reminding her of eating had reminded me too, because my stomach growled loudly. Getting a sudden idea, I muttered a charm. My voice would yell something occasionally, and Hermione wouldn't come out. I could sneak away to the kitchens to grab something to eat really quick, without missing her coming out.
I crept silently down the stairs and slipped out, making my way as quickly as possible to the kitchen.
A few of the elves rushed off to get me some food to go, and I stood there waiting impatiently. Lilly came by carrying a tray of food, and I greeted her.
"Hello, Mr. Draco! Miss Hermione was just here, and I wondered where you were!"
My eyes grew wide as an elf handed me my food. "Her-Hermione was here?"
"Yes, sir," Lilly told me. "She was just leaving."
Without another word, I took off down the hallway back to the prefects' room. If Hermione didn't know I knew she was there, maybe she wouldn't be as quick and I could catch her.
I burst into the room and ran up the stairs two at a time. I shouted in triumph when I saw that her door was open, and she wasn't inside. I closed the door and used my wand to lock it. It would only open for me now.
I was on my way down the stairs to wait for her when I heard a voice yelling, and I jumped. "Hermione, come out of there!" my voice called. I laughed, and ended my spell. Obviously she hadn't been fooled by it.
I was waiting on my couch, boring a hole through the wall with my impatient stare, when the portal swung open. A distraught-looking Hermione walked in, and she panicked when she saw me. She made to run up the stairs. I hopped off the couch to stop her but she dodged her way past me. I followed her up the stairs and stopped with her, watching her tug on the door. When she couldn't get it open, she turned and stared at me, not quite pulling off a glare.
"Mione," I pleaded. "Can you please talk to me now?"
"No." She was about to run down the stairs again. I pinned her against the wall, with my arms on either side of her and my body blocking her way. "Draco," she whispered, staring into my yes. We stared at each other for a long time, but then something flashed in her eyes, and she abruptly turned her head, tearing her gaze away from mine.
"Mione," I breathed, trying to look in her eyes again.
"No," she said firmly, closing her eyes and shaking her head. She was struggling to get away, but I kept her pinned.
"Hermione. I'm sorry," I said seriously. "I'm sorry for whatever I did to make you hate me."
She looked at me again, for a split-second, just long enough for me to see the mixture of emotions behind her honey-colored eyes. Confusion, mainly, mixed with hurt, betrayal, sadness, and mistrust. Quietly, so I could barely hear her, she whispered, "I don't hate you."
I relaxed my grip on her just long enough for her to slip away. Straight into my room. 'Oh no,' I thought, groaning. 'Not again.'
"Hermione!!" I pounded on the door hard with my fist. "Hermione, this is enough! Let me into my room!" No answer. I sighed. I should have expected that.
Grinning evilly, I came up with an idea. "Well, fine, then. I'll just have to lock myself in YOUR room!"
At that I heard a 'thump' from inside my room, and started shaking with silent laughter. A moment later, the door was thrown open, and I had to jump out of the way to avoid being hit by it. Hermione ran over to her side of the hall and tried again to open her door. This was when I burst out laughing, and she glared at me. I tried to get to my room, but she was too quick, and pushed me out of the way, slamming the door in my face again.
"No!" I groaned. Sighing, I went over and leaned with my back against the door, my feet spread out in front of me. This was going to be a long night.
Hermione's POV
I had been sitting in Draco's room doing absolutely nothing for over an hour, and it was now 10:00 pm. I had begun exploring his room about 30 minutes ago, looking for a book I could use to do some homework.
Finally, I found a bunch of school stuff in a drawer of his desk. I took out a quill and some ink, borrowed some parchment from him, and flipped open his Transfiguration book. I did the required reading and assignment, and was getting another book when the Transfiguration one fell off the desk. I bent down to pick it up, and when I grabbed it, several envelopes fell out of the pages.
Curious, I gathered them up and flipped through them. All of them were addressed to Draco. I decided to be nosy and open them up. The first one was dated September 17th.
Draco,
I heard that you are now a prefect. Can you believe that old crack, Dumbledore, he has two Mudbloods as prefects! I can't imagine. You just make sure you don't go associating with them, won't you? You stick with Crabbe and Goyle and everything will work out perfectly. -Lucius
How dare he! First, he insulted Professor Dumbledore, then he insulted Hannah and I! This man was really unbelievable. I pulled the next letter out of the envelope, unfolded it, and began reading. It was dated October 30th.
Draco,
I heard about that little 'Costume Ball' being held at Hogwarts tomorrow in celebration of the annual Halloween Event. What a pity you won't be able to make it. The event being hosted at the Manor will require you to arrive no later than 10:00. See you there. -Lucius
'Hmmmmmm...' Maybe that was why Draco had rushed out on the Halloween Ball? 'Maybe his dad threw a party or something at his house.' I laughed out loud at the picture of Lucius and all the other dark wizards, maybe even Voldemort, standing around Malfoy Manor listening to music and dancing around in Halloween costumes. Driven by my now flaming curiosity, I opened the next letter. It was from only the day after that, November 1st.
Draco,
I am very disappointed in you. How dare you not kill that Muggle like I told you to? You embarrassed yourself, not to mention me, in front of every single dark wizard on this half of the world! People were talking, and I had to put out quite a few rumors about Voldemort's heir not even being able to kill a pathetic Muggle girl! I expect to see you at our next meeting, and I expect better from you. -Lucius
Oh my God. Lucius had tried to get Draco to murder a poor little girl! I thanked Draco silently for not giving into his father and doing it. I knew how much pressure he had to have been under, from his father and his friends, and from curses, too. My eyes were now wide with shock and surprise, and I dug into letter after letter. The next one was dated November 25th, and I opened it to find the letter I had read earlier, about the Deatheater meeting on December 15th and how Lucius had hurt Mrs. Malfoy.
I was shocked. I hadn't thought that Draco had been getting this much crap from his father! As if that last letter wasn't enough, there were a ton more before it, and probably more to come, too. I felt embarrassed for fighting with him when so much other important stuff was going on. I would figure out the whole kissing thing and liking Draco later, but now I had to talk to him. I grabbed all the letters and envelopes and went to the door.
I didn't expect Draco to be sleeping against the door. When I opened it, he fell on his back and his head landed on the floor with a loud 'thump'. He groaned and sat up, rubbing his eyes and the bump on his head.
"Oh my gosh! I'm sorry!" I cried, leaning down next to him. He looked at me, obviously surprised that I had decided to finally come out. Then he saw what was in my hands, and scowled.
"Where'd you get those?" he whispered. I explained that I had wanted to get some homework done, and he rolled his eyes, and snatched them back.
"What are you gonna do about those?" I asked. He sighed, and pulled me with him back into his room, shutting the door and putting a silencing charm on the room.
He collapsed back onto his black-clad bed and started rubbing his temples. "I don't know, Mione. I just don't know. There's nothing I can do, really. I will not be the reason he kills my mother." He sat up, and looked me straight in the eye, then turned away again. "Look, I don't know. I'm tired, and I just want to go to bed, okay?" I nodded, and went to the door. "See you in the morning."
"Yeah," I replied. "Saturday. Don't wake me up."
"Yeah, alright," he replied grinning. I guess we were over our awkward moment, at least to each others' faces. I knew I would still be thinking about that kiss. "Goodnight."
"'Night."
A/N: Oooooh. What'll happen next? Keep reading to find out what's up with everybody. Thanks for reviewing, and please keep it up, it's what makes me keep writing.
Chapter 15- Room Swaps and More Letters
Draco's POV
"Hermione, you've gotta come out to eat, you know." Apparently, she had locked herself in her room and refused to come out. Ever. I had been pounding and yelling at her door for at least a couple hours, but she wasn't answering me. I was sitting against the wall opposite her door, hoping to catch her when she came out. It had occurred to me that she could use the Gryffindor common room portal, but considering the circumstance, I didn't think she would.
It was as if reminding her of eating had reminded me too, because my stomach growled loudly. Getting a sudden idea, I muttered a charm. My voice would yell something occasionally, and Hermione wouldn't come out. I could sneak away to the kitchens to grab something to eat really quick, without missing her coming out.
I crept silently down the stairs and slipped out, making my way as quickly as possible to the kitchen.
A few of the elves rushed off to get me some food to go, and I stood there waiting impatiently. Lilly came by carrying a tray of food, and I greeted her.
"Hello, Mr. Draco! Miss Hermione was just here, and I wondered where you were!"
My eyes grew wide as an elf handed me my food. "Her-Hermione was here?"
"Yes, sir," Lilly told me. "She was just leaving."
Without another word, I took off down the hallway back to the prefects' room. If Hermione didn't know I knew she was there, maybe she wouldn't be as quick and I could catch her.
I burst into the room and ran up the stairs two at a time. I shouted in triumph when I saw that her door was open, and she wasn't inside. I closed the door and used my wand to lock it. It would only open for me now.
I was on my way down the stairs to wait for her when I heard a voice yelling, and I jumped. "Hermione, come out of there!" my voice called. I laughed, and ended my spell. Obviously she hadn't been fooled by it.
I was waiting on my couch, boring a hole through the wall with my impatient stare, when the portal swung open. A distraught-looking Hermione walked in, and she panicked when she saw me. She made to run up the stairs. I hopped off the couch to stop her but she dodged her way past me. I followed her up the stairs and stopped with her, watching her tug on the door. When she couldn't get it open, she turned and stared at me, not quite pulling off a glare.
"Mione," I pleaded. "Can you please talk to me now?"
"No." She was about to run down the stairs again. I pinned her against the wall, with my arms on either side of her and my body blocking her way. "Draco," she whispered, staring into my yes. We stared at each other for a long time, but then something flashed in her eyes, and she abruptly turned her head, tearing her gaze away from mine.
"Mione," I breathed, trying to look in her eyes again.
"No," she said firmly, closing her eyes and shaking her head. She was struggling to get away, but I kept her pinned.
"Hermione. I'm sorry," I said seriously. "I'm sorry for whatever I did to make you hate me."
She looked at me again, for a split-second, just long enough for me to see the mixture of emotions behind her honey-colored eyes. Confusion, mainly, mixed with hurt, betrayal, sadness, and mistrust. Quietly, so I could barely hear her, she whispered, "I don't hate you."
I relaxed my grip on her just long enough for her to slip away. Straight into my room. 'Oh no,' I thought, groaning. 'Not again.'
"Hermione!!" I pounded on the door hard with my fist. "Hermione, this is enough! Let me into my room!" No answer. I sighed. I should have expected that.
Grinning evilly, I came up with an idea. "Well, fine, then. I'll just have to lock myself in YOUR room!"
At that I heard a 'thump' from inside my room, and started shaking with silent laughter. A moment later, the door was thrown open, and I had to jump out of the way to avoid being hit by it. Hermione ran over to her side of the hall and tried again to open her door. This was when I burst out laughing, and she glared at me. I tried to get to my room, but she was too quick, and pushed me out of the way, slamming the door in my face again.
"No!" I groaned. Sighing, I went over and leaned with my back against the door, my feet spread out in front of me. This was going to be a long night.
Hermione's POV
I had been sitting in Draco's room doing absolutely nothing for over an hour, and it was now 10:00 pm. I had begun exploring his room about 30 minutes ago, looking for a book I could use to do some homework.
Finally, I found a bunch of school stuff in a drawer of his desk. I took out a quill and some ink, borrowed some parchment from him, and flipped open his Transfiguration book. I did the required reading and assignment, and was getting another book when the Transfiguration one fell off the desk. I bent down to pick it up, and when I grabbed it, several envelopes fell out of the pages.
Curious, I gathered them up and flipped through them. All of them were addressed to Draco. I decided to be nosy and open them up. The first one was dated September 17th.
Draco,
I heard that you are now a prefect. Can you believe that old crack, Dumbledore, he has two Mudbloods as prefects! I can't imagine. You just make sure you don't go associating with them, won't you? You stick with Crabbe and Goyle and everything will work out perfectly. -Lucius
How dare he! First, he insulted Professor Dumbledore, then he insulted Hannah and I! This man was really unbelievable. I pulled the next letter out of the envelope, unfolded it, and began reading. It was dated October 30th.
Draco,
I heard about that little 'Costume Ball' being held at Hogwarts tomorrow in celebration of the annual Halloween Event. What a pity you won't be able to make it. The event being hosted at the Manor will require you to arrive no later than 10:00. See you there. -Lucius
'Hmmmmmm...' Maybe that was why Draco had rushed out on the Halloween Ball? 'Maybe his dad threw a party or something at his house.' I laughed out loud at the picture of Lucius and all the other dark wizards, maybe even Voldemort, standing around Malfoy Manor listening to music and dancing around in Halloween costumes. Driven by my now flaming curiosity, I opened the next letter. It was from only the day after that, November 1st.
Draco,
I am very disappointed in you. How dare you not kill that Muggle like I told you to? You embarrassed yourself, not to mention me, in front of every single dark wizard on this half of the world! People were talking, and I had to put out quite a few rumors about Voldemort's heir not even being able to kill a pathetic Muggle girl! I expect to see you at our next meeting, and I expect better from you. -Lucius
Oh my God. Lucius had tried to get Draco to murder a poor little girl! I thanked Draco silently for not giving into his father and doing it. I knew how much pressure he had to have been under, from his father and his friends, and from curses, too. My eyes were now wide with shock and surprise, and I dug into letter after letter. The next one was dated November 25th, and I opened it to find the letter I had read earlier, about the Deatheater meeting on December 15th and how Lucius had hurt Mrs. Malfoy.
I was shocked. I hadn't thought that Draco had been getting this much crap from his father! As if that last letter wasn't enough, there were a ton more before it, and probably more to come, too. I felt embarrassed for fighting with him when so much other important stuff was going on. I would figure out the whole kissing thing and liking Draco later, but now I had to talk to him. I grabbed all the letters and envelopes and went to the door.
I didn't expect Draco to be sleeping against the door. When I opened it, he fell on his back and his head landed on the floor with a loud 'thump'. He groaned and sat up, rubbing his eyes and the bump on his head.
"Oh my gosh! I'm sorry!" I cried, leaning down next to him. He looked at me, obviously surprised that I had decided to finally come out. Then he saw what was in my hands, and scowled.
"Where'd you get those?" he whispered. I explained that I had wanted to get some homework done, and he rolled his eyes, and snatched them back.
"What are you gonna do about those?" I asked. He sighed, and pulled me with him back into his room, shutting the door and putting a silencing charm on the room.
He collapsed back onto his black-clad bed and started rubbing his temples. "I don't know, Mione. I just don't know. There's nothing I can do, really. I will not be the reason he kills my mother." He sat up, and looked me straight in the eye, then turned away again. "Look, I don't know. I'm tired, and I just want to go to bed, okay?" I nodded, and went to the door. "See you in the morning."
"Yeah," I replied. "Saturday. Don't wake me up."
"Yeah, alright," he replied grinning. I guess we were over our awkward moment, at least to each others' faces. I knew I would still be thinking about that kiss. "Goodnight."
"'Night."
A/N: Oooooh. What'll happen next? Keep reading to find out what's up with everybody. Thanks for reviewing, and please keep it up, it's what makes me keep writing.