Disclaimer: I am the almighty JK Rowling. You must all bow down to me.
::Slaps you upside the head:: Do you honestly think that I would be
writing fanfics if I were JK Rowling? Didn't think so.
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Thank you's:
Zac: thanks for reviewing me ferret. You're helping me with this a lot, so thank you for that.
JediHermione: thanks for the good review. I'll try to remember to do that, thanks.
Raven Black: ::bows down to the queen of rpg and fanfics:: lol, thanks for the nice review rav.
Sex & Diamonds: ack, you made me laugh again, lol. Thanks for reviewing.
Amanda: why thank ya me darlin'. lol.
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A/N: after this update, it probably wont be until Thursday sometime till my next chapter. A/N2: things in * indicate thoughts.
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Chapter 3
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Hermione's throat felt sore. She wasn't surprised, either. The way Malfoy had pinned her against the wall, she was shocked that it didn't hurt more. She remembered how badly it could actually hurt. Malfoy was gentle when compared to. She gulped as the tears started to well up. Taking a deep breath, she calmed down. You can't dwell on the past, Hermione.just.forget about it. Hermione's other side tried to fight back: but what if I can't do that? A noise from the other side of the painting made her lose her train of thought.
There were muffled whispers and giggles coming from behind it. Silently, she walked up to the entrance of the common room and put her ear to the door. Her face screwed up in pain as she listened to what was being said.
"Harry.stop, not here," Ginny giggled.
"Why? Afraid someone will catch us?" came the response. Hermione heard more giggles from Ginny, and the sound that could only be described as two people kissing passionately. Hermione was fuming. Stupid Ginny.why did she have to go and take the one guy that I've been able to love since.since then. More memories clouded her mind. Shaking her head, she decided she had to get out of there. Grabbing her book bag, she walked up to the entrance, took a deep breath, and opened the painting. She ignored Harry and Ginny as she sped passed them. Not that they noticed her anyway.
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She was happy to see that the library was empty. Heaving her heavy book bag onto the nearest desk, she began pulling out its contents. She sat down, opened the book on top, and began writing. She was so immersed in her schoolwork that she didn't notice Draco walk in.
"Hello, mudblood," her blood went cold as she heard his voice.
"Malfoy," she responded coldly without turning around.
Draco smirked, "Are you here for any certain reason?"
Hermione hesitated before answering, "I came here to study, mal-ferret, now sod off."
"Of course. That is about all you do, isn't it?" was his reply.
"I'm serious, Malfoy, go away."
Draco chuckled, "No, I think I'll stay, thanks.
Hermione rolled her eyes, "Well, could you manage to leave me alone if you do stay?"
Draco grunted. "believe it or not, talking to you isn't the most exciting thing in the world.what's this?" he asked as he grabbed a book from the pile on the desk.
Hermione threw her quill down. "Malfoy, give that back to me!" she exclaimed as she snatched it from him.
Draco raised an eyebrow at her as she set the book back down on the desk. At least, she thought she had set it on the desk. It teetered on the edge for a second, and then fell to the floor with a loud -SLAP!!-. Hermione jumped at the sound and before she could stop him, he picked the book up and began reading out loud in a high-pitched annoying voice.
"Diary, He doesnt even know how much I LOVE him.how much I want to feel his hands on me.how much I long for him." Draco snorted with a cruel laughter.
Hermione made a grab for the diary, but he held it out of her reach. Then she realized that there were things in that book that she didn't want anyone to know about. Not even Harry and Ron. She made a desperate grab for it.
"Give it to me, Malfoy," she demanded.
Draco only smirked, then asked, "Shall I keep reading?"
Glancing into her eyes, he noticed that they were filled with terror. He watched as she shook her head no. He began to turn the page, but when he glanced at her again, he decided better of it.
Tossing the book to her, he said, "Fine, it's getting boring anyways." He paused before continuing, "though I wonder what the rest of the dream team would think if they saw what you wrote about them..."
Hermione began to wonder how much he had, in fact, read, "Malfoy."
He glared at her, "yes, Granger?"
She took a shaky breath, "how much did you read, exactly?"
Draco smirked, "let's just say I know about everything you want to do with scarface."
Hermione's cheeks flushed, but still, she felt relief, for he hadn't found out about.about that thing.Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted.
"What do you need a diary for anyhow?" he asked her.
"you wouldn't understand."
Draco shrugged. Hermione was frustrated.
"That is so like, you Malfoy," she told him.
Draco turned to her, a little confused. "Pardon?"
Hermione narrowed her eyes, "you shrug everything off, you dont even take any chances. you call yourself a slytherin...but you're nothing but a hufflepuff."
Draco glared at her. "What do you know, anyway? My life is my business, so you just get you're stuck up self out of it. Go have fun with the 'Dream Team'"
Hermione looked at him, "at least I have friends," she told him.
Beginning to walk away, Draco mumbled, "Friends are weaknesses."
Hermione scoffed, "yeah, and hiding behind two beef-heads isn't a weakness?"
Draco glared at her, "you know nothing about me, so don' t pretend that you do."
"I never said I did know something about you."
"why don't you do the wizarding world a favor and go back to your muggles?" he asked.
"bloody bastard," she muttered.
"oh I'm offended.. really," he told her as he rolled his eyes.
"yeah, well, I figured you were." she responded sarcastically.
Draco looked at her. Hermione began feeling uncomfortable as he didn't look away.
"what?" she asked. "why do you keep on looking at me like that?"
Draco glanced away, then looked back at her, "why, does it bother you?"
"well, yes."
"why?"
"because, malfoy, you wont bloody stop it already!!"
Draco opened his mouth, then closed it. For once, he was at a loss for words.
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Draco headed for the Slytherin dorms to collect his broom for quidditch practice, only to be plagued by thoughts of her. She can be so irritating. I don't know why Dumbledore lets mudbloods in this school. But then, he is a muggle lover. Stuck up, Goody-two- shoes.sometimes I think she forgets shes a witch.something is going on inside her head. With that last thought, he grabbed his broom and raced out to the quidditch pitch. A/N: yeah, I know, this chapter sucks balls. I'm sorry about that. Im just a tad tired, so im not really thinking correctly as of now. Well, good night.
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Thank you's:
Zac: thanks for reviewing me ferret. You're helping me with this a lot, so thank you for that.
JediHermione: thanks for the good review. I'll try to remember to do that, thanks.
Raven Black: ::bows down to the queen of rpg and fanfics:: lol, thanks for the nice review rav.
Sex & Diamonds: ack, you made me laugh again, lol. Thanks for reviewing.
Amanda: why thank ya me darlin'. lol.
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A/N: after this update, it probably wont be until Thursday sometime till my next chapter. A/N2: things in * indicate thoughts.
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Chapter 3
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Hermione's throat felt sore. She wasn't surprised, either. The way Malfoy had pinned her against the wall, she was shocked that it didn't hurt more. She remembered how badly it could actually hurt. Malfoy was gentle when compared to. She gulped as the tears started to well up. Taking a deep breath, she calmed down. You can't dwell on the past, Hermione.just.forget about it. Hermione's other side tried to fight back: but what if I can't do that? A noise from the other side of the painting made her lose her train of thought.
There were muffled whispers and giggles coming from behind it. Silently, she walked up to the entrance of the common room and put her ear to the door. Her face screwed up in pain as she listened to what was being said.
"Harry.stop, not here," Ginny giggled.
"Why? Afraid someone will catch us?" came the response. Hermione heard more giggles from Ginny, and the sound that could only be described as two people kissing passionately. Hermione was fuming. Stupid Ginny.why did she have to go and take the one guy that I've been able to love since.since then. More memories clouded her mind. Shaking her head, she decided she had to get out of there. Grabbing her book bag, she walked up to the entrance, took a deep breath, and opened the painting. She ignored Harry and Ginny as she sped passed them. Not that they noticed her anyway.
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She was happy to see that the library was empty. Heaving her heavy book bag onto the nearest desk, she began pulling out its contents. She sat down, opened the book on top, and began writing. She was so immersed in her schoolwork that she didn't notice Draco walk in.
"Hello, mudblood," her blood went cold as she heard his voice.
"Malfoy," she responded coldly without turning around.
Draco smirked, "Are you here for any certain reason?"
Hermione hesitated before answering, "I came here to study, mal-ferret, now sod off."
"Of course. That is about all you do, isn't it?" was his reply.
"I'm serious, Malfoy, go away."
Draco chuckled, "No, I think I'll stay, thanks.
Hermione rolled her eyes, "Well, could you manage to leave me alone if you do stay?"
Draco grunted. "believe it or not, talking to you isn't the most exciting thing in the world.what's this?" he asked as he grabbed a book from the pile on the desk.
Hermione threw her quill down. "Malfoy, give that back to me!" she exclaimed as she snatched it from him.
Draco raised an eyebrow at her as she set the book back down on the desk. At least, she thought she had set it on the desk. It teetered on the edge for a second, and then fell to the floor with a loud -SLAP!!-. Hermione jumped at the sound and before she could stop him, he picked the book up and began reading out loud in a high-pitched annoying voice.
"Diary, He doesnt even know how much I LOVE him.how much I want to feel his hands on me.how much I long for him." Draco snorted with a cruel laughter.
Hermione made a grab for the diary, but he held it out of her reach. Then she realized that there were things in that book that she didn't want anyone to know about. Not even Harry and Ron. She made a desperate grab for it.
"Give it to me, Malfoy," she demanded.
Draco only smirked, then asked, "Shall I keep reading?"
Glancing into her eyes, he noticed that they were filled with terror. He watched as she shook her head no. He began to turn the page, but when he glanced at her again, he decided better of it.
Tossing the book to her, he said, "Fine, it's getting boring anyways." He paused before continuing, "though I wonder what the rest of the dream team would think if they saw what you wrote about them..."
Hermione began to wonder how much he had, in fact, read, "Malfoy."
He glared at her, "yes, Granger?"
She took a shaky breath, "how much did you read, exactly?"
Draco smirked, "let's just say I know about everything you want to do with scarface."
Hermione's cheeks flushed, but still, she felt relief, for he hadn't found out about.about that thing.Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted.
"What do you need a diary for anyhow?" he asked her.
"you wouldn't understand."
Draco shrugged. Hermione was frustrated.
"That is so like, you Malfoy," she told him.
Draco turned to her, a little confused. "Pardon?"
Hermione narrowed her eyes, "you shrug everything off, you dont even take any chances. you call yourself a slytherin...but you're nothing but a hufflepuff."
Draco glared at her. "What do you know, anyway? My life is my business, so you just get you're stuck up self out of it. Go have fun with the 'Dream Team'"
Hermione looked at him, "at least I have friends," she told him.
Beginning to walk away, Draco mumbled, "Friends are weaknesses."
Hermione scoffed, "yeah, and hiding behind two beef-heads isn't a weakness?"
Draco glared at her, "you know nothing about me, so don' t pretend that you do."
"I never said I did know something about you."
"why don't you do the wizarding world a favor and go back to your muggles?" he asked.
"bloody bastard," she muttered.
"oh I'm offended.. really," he told her as he rolled his eyes.
"yeah, well, I figured you were." she responded sarcastically.
Draco looked at her. Hermione began feeling uncomfortable as he didn't look away.
"what?" she asked. "why do you keep on looking at me like that?"
Draco glanced away, then looked back at her, "why, does it bother you?"
"well, yes."
"why?"
"because, malfoy, you wont bloody stop it already!!"
Draco opened his mouth, then closed it. For once, he was at a loss for words.
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Draco headed for the Slytherin dorms to collect his broom for quidditch practice, only to be plagued by thoughts of her. She can be so irritating. I don't know why Dumbledore lets mudbloods in this school. But then, he is a muggle lover. Stuck up, Goody-two- shoes.sometimes I think she forgets shes a witch.something is going on inside her head. With that last thought, he grabbed his broom and raced out to the quidditch pitch. A/N: yeah, I know, this chapter sucks balls. I'm sorry about that. Im just a tad tired, so im not really thinking correctly as of now. Well, good night.