CHAPTER 10~ Hogsmeade Weekend
HERMIONE'S POV~
The weeks passed quickly and I met Draco whether we had duty or not. No one ever suspected that anything was going on between Draco and I (except the people who already knew, but they didn't dare say a word) because we fought basically every time we saw each other. We would apologize to each other every night, but no one had to know about that.
Ron was still ignoring Harry and I; he just couldn't put up with the fact that I was in love with Draco. Harry approached him numerous times, but Ron would just walk away. For someone who was so poor and stupid, he had a rather large ego. Nothing could penetrate his thick skull and that pissed me off more than anything.
The first Hogsmeade weekend was rolling around, and I had no one to go with. I couldn't go with Draco for obvious reasons, Harry was going with Cho, and the other girls were going with their boyfriends. I decided to go to the library so I could get a head start on my Transfiguration project. I didn't feel like going to Hogsmeade by myself, so I figured school work would be a good way to get my mind off things like it used to.
I was in the library for about an hour when I heard a familiar voice. "Can I sit down?"
I looked up and saw Draco standing right above me. "Of course. But what are you doing here? Why aren't you at Hogsmeade with your friends?"
"Why aren't you?"
"Good point."
"So what are you working on?" he asked curiously while looking over my shoulder.
"My Transfiguration project. I had nothing better to do today, so I figured I might as well get a head start on it."
"Yeah, I came up here to do that, but I'd much rather talk to you." He smiled and looked into my eyes, and I couldn't help but to smile back. "What do you say we put the project away for another few days and go do something a little more fun?"
"Ugh. I'm almost done, but sure why not. What do you have in mind?"
"Just walk around. We don't have anything better to do."
"Okay. I just gotta bring my stuff up to my room real quick. Care to join me?"
"Of course."
We walked up to the Gryffindor Tower, and Draco waited for me outside the portrait while I ran inside. I dropped all my things on me bed and was back out before you could say "Quidditch." We started to walk down toward the Entrance Hall and were just about there when we heard footsteps.
Draco stopped abruptly and turned to face me. "Why the fuck are you following me, Mudblood?"
"Because, Ferret Boy, you obviously don't care about what being a prefect means. You disregard everything I say even though we're supposed to be working together!"
"I don't give a fuck!"
"Why do you always have to be such a goddamn prick to me?"
"Because I hate you!" he yelled.
I had no comeback for that. I couldn't believe he had actually said it. Tears were threatening to roll out of my eyes, so I turned and ran back toward the Gryffindor Tower.
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DRACO'S POV~
How could I do that? What the fuck was wrong with me? I just told the woman I loved that I hated her. I turned to walk down to the dungeons and came face-to-face with Pansy. "What do you want?" I snapped before she even had the chance to open he mouth.
"You," she said in what I suppose she thought was a seductive manner, but she sounded more like a horse than anything.
"Go fuck yourself Pansy. I don't think I can handle your shit right now."
"But Draco, you should be proud of what you just did to that mudblood bitch. Wouldn't you like to be rewarded?"
"No, Pansy! LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!" I shoved past her and headed down to the common room. I went up to my dorm, slammed the door, and punched a hole in the wall. After I did that, I scribbled a not to Hermione.
Dear Hermione, I'm really sorry I said what I did. I wasn't Thinking. I truly am sorry. I love you more Than anything and I realize that you're Probably extremely pissed at me right now. Please Meet me in the Astronomy Tower tonight at 7:30. I feel like a total ass right now, but that's because I am. Please try to find a place in your heart to Forgive me. I hope to see you tonight.
I will love you always, Draco
I whistled for my owl, and he came over to me. I tied the letter to his leg and watched him fly out of my window. The only thing I could do now was wait until 7:30.
I didn't leave my room again until seven. I walked slowly up the stairs to the Astronomy Tower. I had so much on my mind and there was nothing I can do about it. I opened the door and stepped inside. The sun was still setting and it looked absolutely beautiful. Realizing that Hermione wasn't there yet, I sat down on the windowsill and looked out at the sky. I loved how the reds clashed with the blues and the blues clashed with the pinks and the pinks with the orange and yellows. The sky was having a battle within itself. It had it's own flame.
I was becoming more impatient by the minute. The sun had completely set and my watch stated that it was now eight. I heard the door open and Hermione walked in. Her eyes were red and puffy and it was because of me. She hated to cry and I had caused her to. I felt like total shit.
"Hermione," I started. "I really didn't mean to say that. I am so sorry." I walked toward her.
"You couldn't think of something else to say? There's nothing else that came into your mind?"
"I wasn't thinking. You know it wasn't true. I love you, 'Mione. You're the only person in this world that I care about. Please forgive me?"
"Draco, I forgive you. I know you didn't mean it now, but it has been running through my mind all day, and I seriously thought you were gunna leave me for someone else. I have been crying for the last seven hours because I didn't know what to think. I haven't cried in years."
"I never want to be the one to make you cry again," I said.
"I know. I love you so much, Draco." She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately.
Just as I was responding, there was a loud tapping at the window. I turned around and my father's owl was flapping its wings outside the window. "Shit," I muttered as I headed toward the window.
"What is it?" asked Hermione.
"My father."
I opened the window and took the letter from the owl.
Draco, I received a letter from Pansy Parkinson today. She said that you blew off Mudblood again, but She also told me that you blew her off. You know That she's been after you for years. Why can't You just accept that you will be with her somewhere In the future? Get your head out of the clouds; it's Been there for much too long.
Lucius
I looked up and saw Hermione staring at me intently. "What's it say?"
"Don't worry about it. He doesn't know we're together. He wants me to be with Pansy though. I really hate that girl; she will try anything to get with me."
"Would you ever leave me for her?" she asked.
"NO! That slut couldn't compare to you. You're beautiful and smart and kind and a very talented witch. She's just there. I don't see anything special in her. Plus, she's a whore."
Hermione nodded and I put my arms around her and held her tightly. "I love you, Draco."
"I love you too, Hermione."
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HERMIONE'S POV~
I felt safe in Draco's embrace. Everything about him was perfect. People weren't supposed to be like he was; they were supposed to have flaws, but at that moment, he didn't have any. We didn't say anything; we didn't need to. All we needed was to hold each other close. I listened to the sound of his slow, steady breathing. He was always so calm, and somehow, he always knew what to say or do to make me feel better. He made me feel like I was special and that I belonged in the world. It was amazing that just two months ago I was ready to kill myself. I didn't think that there would be anyone who loved me at that time, and then Draco changed everything for me.
Draco's voice interrupted my thoughts. "What are you thinking about?"
"Everything. Mostly how two months ago I was ready to kill myself, and then you came along and now I feel the only emotion that I never thought I'd feel. Love. Everything is just so right now. You make me complete."
He didn't say anything. He didn't need to. The only thing I needed was to be held in his arms. After a few minutes he said, "First Quidditch game's next week. Slytherin versus Gryffindor. You gunna be there?"
"Most definitely!"
"Who you gunna root for?"
I thought for a moment. **Do I root for my boyfriend or my best friend and my ex-best friend.** The answer was obvious. "You, of course."
"Where are you sitting?" he questioned.
"I'm gunna have to sit with the Gryffindors. The Slytherins wouldn't accept me, and if I did sit with them, the Gryffindors to turn on me," I answered.
He nodded. "You think I'll win? Potter's beaten me every time we face each other."
"If you try your hardest, you'll beat him. You're very talented. Plus, Harry's been bragging all week. He thinks it's gunna be a hard match, but that you're no competition when it comes to catching the snitch."
"Well he's got another thing coming to him. I've learned some new maneuvers, so he's gunna have some trouble."
I smiled at him and said, "If we don't get going, we'll be in some serious trouble."
"Alright," he agreed.
Before we walked out the door, he bent down and kissed me. Afterwards, he took my hand and began walking with me toward the Gryffindor Tower. When we got there, he kissed me good night and I headed through the portrait. Inside, I could see a figure sitting down by the fire. As I got closer, he called me. "Hermione?"
"What is it, Ron?" I asked coolly.
"We need to talk," he stated.
"About?"
"I'm sorry for being such a prick lately." He walked over to me. "It's just that Malfoy's been our enemy since first year and I don't see how you could possibly fall in love with him. I also know there's something you're not telling Harry or me. I don't know what you're not telling us, but I know there's something. 'Mione, you know you can tru-"
"Trust you, Ron?! Trust you?! How can I do that? You shunned me when I needed a friend. You turned away from me when I fell in love. Why couldn't you just have been supportive even if he is your enemy? He showed me more than anyone has ever shown me. He gave me something that I have never been given. He made me feel what I have never felt. Love. Love, Ron. He loves me and I love him. He has given me things that I thought I could only dream about. How can I trust you? You aren't there for me when he says shit in the halls and during class. Now that he doesn't mean it, it hurts more. It hurts because we have to hide from everyone and say things we don't mean. Do you understand, Ron?" I was so mad at him. He expected me to trust him after that sad excuse for an apology.
"Hermione, I-"
"Don't even say your sorry, Ron. Don't even think it," I warned.
"I didn't mean to, it's just that I have feelings for you and I've been afraid to tell you." He looked very depressed.
"Ron, we're just friends. That's all we'll ever be. I'm sorry Ron, but I can never like you as anything more. If you say you have feelings for me then why have you been with Lavender for so long?" I asked curiously.
"It's so I wouldn't think about you." Even in the dim light, I can tell that his face turned red.
"I think we should get to bed," I said after a long silence.
Ron nodded and I headed toward the staircase. "One question, 'Mione."
"What's that?"
"Who are you rooting for at the Quidditch game on Saturday?"
"Truthfully, I'm not rooting for either team. I'm just rooting for Draco." I turned to go again but then added, "Don't you dare tell Harry."
"I won't," he promised.
I went up to my room and changed my clothes and climbed into bed. I was happy that the next day was Sunday and I would get to sleep in. ~ In the morning I was awoken by Harry. "'Mione, get up! Malfoy is waiting for you outside!"
"What?" I said grumpily. "What time is it?"
"Six, now get up before everyone else does." With that, he left.
I got up and pulled a sweatshirt over the t-shirt I usually slept in. I was trying to figure out what Draco would be doing at my room in six o'clock in the morning. It must have been really urgent because he wouldn't have risked his reputation by going to the Gryffindor Tower without me by his side.
I hurried through the common room and pushed the portrait aside. Draco was standing against a wall with a grim look on his face. I went over to him and put my arms around his neck while his went around my waist.
"Draco, what's wrong?" I asked quietly. I didn't get a response right away, so I looked up at him and I saw that his jaw was clenched and there was a fire blazing in his eyes that made it clear that he wanted to kill someone. "Draco?" I asked again. "What's wrong?"
He looked down at me and his expression softened. "Hermione, it's my father. He knows. He knows about us."
HERMIONE'S POV~
The weeks passed quickly and I met Draco whether we had duty or not. No one ever suspected that anything was going on between Draco and I (except the people who already knew, but they didn't dare say a word) because we fought basically every time we saw each other. We would apologize to each other every night, but no one had to know about that.
Ron was still ignoring Harry and I; he just couldn't put up with the fact that I was in love with Draco. Harry approached him numerous times, but Ron would just walk away. For someone who was so poor and stupid, he had a rather large ego. Nothing could penetrate his thick skull and that pissed me off more than anything.
The first Hogsmeade weekend was rolling around, and I had no one to go with. I couldn't go with Draco for obvious reasons, Harry was going with Cho, and the other girls were going with their boyfriends. I decided to go to the library so I could get a head start on my Transfiguration project. I didn't feel like going to Hogsmeade by myself, so I figured school work would be a good way to get my mind off things like it used to.
I was in the library for about an hour when I heard a familiar voice. "Can I sit down?"
I looked up and saw Draco standing right above me. "Of course. But what are you doing here? Why aren't you at Hogsmeade with your friends?"
"Why aren't you?"
"Good point."
"So what are you working on?" he asked curiously while looking over my shoulder.
"My Transfiguration project. I had nothing better to do today, so I figured I might as well get a head start on it."
"Yeah, I came up here to do that, but I'd much rather talk to you." He smiled and looked into my eyes, and I couldn't help but to smile back. "What do you say we put the project away for another few days and go do something a little more fun?"
"Ugh. I'm almost done, but sure why not. What do you have in mind?"
"Just walk around. We don't have anything better to do."
"Okay. I just gotta bring my stuff up to my room real quick. Care to join me?"
"Of course."
We walked up to the Gryffindor Tower, and Draco waited for me outside the portrait while I ran inside. I dropped all my things on me bed and was back out before you could say "Quidditch." We started to walk down toward the Entrance Hall and were just about there when we heard footsteps.
Draco stopped abruptly and turned to face me. "Why the fuck are you following me, Mudblood?"
"Because, Ferret Boy, you obviously don't care about what being a prefect means. You disregard everything I say even though we're supposed to be working together!"
"I don't give a fuck!"
"Why do you always have to be such a goddamn prick to me?"
"Because I hate you!" he yelled.
I had no comeback for that. I couldn't believe he had actually said it. Tears were threatening to roll out of my eyes, so I turned and ran back toward the Gryffindor Tower.
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DRACO'S POV~
How could I do that? What the fuck was wrong with me? I just told the woman I loved that I hated her. I turned to walk down to the dungeons and came face-to-face with Pansy. "What do you want?" I snapped before she even had the chance to open he mouth.
"You," she said in what I suppose she thought was a seductive manner, but she sounded more like a horse than anything.
"Go fuck yourself Pansy. I don't think I can handle your shit right now."
"But Draco, you should be proud of what you just did to that mudblood bitch. Wouldn't you like to be rewarded?"
"No, Pansy! LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!" I shoved past her and headed down to the common room. I went up to my dorm, slammed the door, and punched a hole in the wall. After I did that, I scribbled a not to Hermione.
Dear Hermione, I'm really sorry I said what I did. I wasn't Thinking. I truly am sorry. I love you more Than anything and I realize that you're Probably extremely pissed at me right now. Please Meet me in the Astronomy Tower tonight at 7:30. I feel like a total ass right now, but that's because I am. Please try to find a place in your heart to Forgive me. I hope to see you tonight.
I will love you always, Draco
I whistled for my owl, and he came over to me. I tied the letter to his leg and watched him fly out of my window. The only thing I could do now was wait until 7:30.
I didn't leave my room again until seven. I walked slowly up the stairs to the Astronomy Tower. I had so much on my mind and there was nothing I can do about it. I opened the door and stepped inside. The sun was still setting and it looked absolutely beautiful. Realizing that Hermione wasn't there yet, I sat down on the windowsill and looked out at the sky. I loved how the reds clashed with the blues and the blues clashed with the pinks and the pinks with the orange and yellows. The sky was having a battle within itself. It had it's own flame.
I was becoming more impatient by the minute. The sun had completely set and my watch stated that it was now eight. I heard the door open and Hermione walked in. Her eyes were red and puffy and it was because of me. She hated to cry and I had caused her to. I felt like total shit.
"Hermione," I started. "I really didn't mean to say that. I am so sorry." I walked toward her.
"You couldn't think of something else to say? There's nothing else that came into your mind?"
"I wasn't thinking. You know it wasn't true. I love you, 'Mione. You're the only person in this world that I care about. Please forgive me?"
"Draco, I forgive you. I know you didn't mean it now, but it has been running through my mind all day, and I seriously thought you were gunna leave me for someone else. I have been crying for the last seven hours because I didn't know what to think. I haven't cried in years."
"I never want to be the one to make you cry again," I said.
"I know. I love you so much, Draco." She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately.
Just as I was responding, there was a loud tapping at the window. I turned around and my father's owl was flapping its wings outside the window. "Shit," I muttered as I headed toward the window.
"What is it?" asked Hermione.
"My father."
I opened the window and took the letter from the owl.
Draco, I received a letter from Pansy Parkinson today. She said that you blew off Mudblood again, but She also told me that you blew her off. You know That she's been after you for years. Why can't You just accept that you will be with her somewhere In the future? Get your head out of the clouds; it's Been there for much too long.
Lucius
I looked up and saw Hermione staring at me intently. "What's it say?"
"Don't worry about it. He doesn't know we're together. He wants me to be with Pansy though. I really hate that girl; she will try anything to get with me."
"Would you ever leave me for her?" she asked.
"NO! That slut couldn't compare to you. You're beautiful and smart and kind and a very talented witch. She's just there. I don't see anything special in her. Plus, she's a whore."
Hermione nodded and I put my arms around her and held her tightly. "I love you, Draco."
"I love you too, Hermione."
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HERMIONE'S POV~
I felt safe in Draco's embrace. Everything about him was perfect. People weren't supposed to be like he was; they were supposed to have flaws, but at that moment, he didn't have any. We didn't say anything; we didn't need to. All we needed was to hold each other close. I listened to the sound of his slow, steady breathing. He was always so calm, and somehow, he always knew what to say or do to make me feel better. He made me feel like I was special and that I belonged in the world. It was amazing that just two months ago I was ready to kill myself. I didn't think that there would be anyone who loved me at that time, and then Draco changed everything for me.
Draco's voice interrupted my thoughts. "What are you thinking about?"
"Everything. Mostly how two months ago I was ready to kill myself, and then you came along and now I feel the only emotion that I never thought I'd feel. Love. Everything is just so right now. You make me complete."
He didn't say anything. He didn't need to. The only thing I needed was to be held in his arms. After a few minutes he said, "First Quidditch game's next week. Slytherin versus Gryffindor. You gunna be there?"
"Most definitely!"
"Who you gunna root for?"
I thought for a moment. **Do I root for my boyfriend or my best friend and my ex-best friend.** The answer was obvious. "You, of course."
"Where are you sitting?" he questioned.
"I'm gunna have to sit with the Gryffindors. The Slytherins wouldn't accept me, and if I did sit with them, the Gryffindors to turn on me," I answered.
He nodded. "You think I'll win? Potter's beaten me every time we face each other."
"If you try your hardest, you'll beat him. You're very talented. Plus, Harry's been bragging all week. He thinks it's gunna be a hard match, but that you're no competition when it comes to catching the snitch."
"Well he's got another thing coming to him. I've learned some new maneuvers, so he's gunna have some trouble."
I smiled at him and said, "If we don't get going, we'll be in some serious trouble."
"Alright," he agreed.
Before we walked out the door, he bent down and kissed me. Afterwards, he took my hand and began walking with me toward the Gryffindor Tower. When we got there, he kissed me good night and I headed through the portrait. Inside, I could see a figure sitting down by the fire. As I got closer, he called me. "Hermione?"
"What is it, Ron?" I asked coolly.
"We need to talk," he stated.
"About?"
"I'm sorry for being such a prick lately." He walked over to me. "It's just that Malfoy's been our enemy since first year and I don't see how you could possibly fall in love with him. I also know there's something you're not telling Harry or me. I don't know what you're not telling us, but I know there's something. 'Mione, you know you can tru-"
"Trust you, Ron?! Trust you?! How can I do that? You shunned me when I needed a friend. You turned away from me when I fell in love. Why couldn't you just have been supportive even if he is your enemy? He showed me more than anyone has ever shown me. He gave me something that I have never been given. He made me feel what I have never felt. Love. Love, Ron. He loves me and I love him. He has given me things that I thought I could only dream about. How can I trust you? You aren't there for me when he says shit in the halls and during class. Now that he doesn't mean it, it hurts more. It hurts because we have to hide from everyone and say things we don't mean. Do you understand, Ron?" I was so mad at him. He expected me to trust him after that sad excuse for an apology.
"Hermione, I-"
"Don't even say your sorry, Ron. Don't even think it," I warned.
"I didn't mean to, it's just that I have feelings for you and I've been afraid to tell you." He looked very depressed.
"Ron, we're just friends. That's all we'll ever be. I'm sorry Ron, but I can never like you as anything more. If you say you have feelings for me then why have you been with Lavender for so long?" I asked curiously.
"It's so I wouldn't think about you." Even in the dim light, I can tell that his face turned red.
"I think we should get to bed," I said after a long silence.
Ron nodded and I headed toward the staircase. "One question, 'Mione."
"What's that?"
"Who are you rooting for at the Quidditch game on Saturday?"
"Truthfully, I'm not rooting for either team. I'm just rooting for Draco." I turned to go again but then added, "Don't you dare tell Harry."
"I won't," he promised.
I went up to my room and changed my clothes and climbed into bed. I was happy that the next day was Sunday and I would get to sleep in. ~ In the morning I was awoken by Harry. "'Mione, get up! Malfoy is waiting for you outside!"
"What?" I said grumpily. "What time is it?"
"Six, now get up before everyone else does." With that, he left.
I got up and pulled a sweatshirt over the t-shirt I usually slept in. I was trying to figure out what Draco would be doing at my room in six o'clock in the morning. It must have been really urgent because he wouldn't have risked his reputation by going to the Gryffindor Tower without me by his side.
I hurried through the common room and pushed the portrait aside. Draco was standing against a wall with a grim look on his face. I went over to him and put my arms around his neck while his went around my waist.
"Draco, what's wrong?" I asked quietly. I didn't get a response right away, so I looked up at him and I saw that his jaw was clenched and there was a fire blazing in his eyes that made it clear that he wanted to kill someone. "Draco?" I asked again. "What's wrong?"
He looked down at me and his expression softened. "Hermione, it's my father. He knows. He knows about us."