"I can't believe this," he screamed as he paced through the Slytherin
common room later. "I go in there fully prepared to tell her I lo- NO, I'm
not saying it. It was a 'trick.' What I felt was me lying to myself. Damn
it! I wasn't lying or being tricked. I love her and she goes and does that.
God!" he threw a book off the table into the fire and watched it burn.
"It's okay, though. She screwed up and I'll show her. I'll show her what a
mistake it was," Draco sat down on the Slytherin sofa and buried his face
in his hands. "My God. I love her. What the hell happened to me?"
"What did I do?" Hermione stared out of the astronomy tower. "I just ruined whatever chance of a relationship there was there, and probably our friendship, too, and why? Because we were different? The stupid journal was right; I should've given it time, but no. I had to go and confront him now. How can I hate being in love so much?"
"Hermione," Harry nudged Hermione in the stomach.
"What?" Hermione snapped out of her thoughts and turned to Harry.
"How nice of you to join us, Ms. Granger," Professor McGonagall's harsh voice made Hermione jump. "Care to share your daydream with us?"
"Sorry, Professor," Hermione hung her head and turned back to her textbook. Classes had resumed at Hogwarts three and a half months ago and it was getting dangerously close to the end of Hermione and the rest of the seventh years' days at the school. Christmas had come and gone without any exciting happenings and Hermione still hadn't resolved anything with Draco yet. He made it a point to ignore her, and did it very well. He had plagued her thoughts for a week and a half now, and Hermione felt as if she was going insane; she couldn't pay attentions in any of her classes, was slacking on her tutoring job, and could barely even hold an intelligent conversation anymore. Draco had allowed Pansy to get closer to him than he normally would and it made her furious. However, right now, she needed to push all of that out of her head and pay attention on transforming flying beetles into Yorkshire terriers.
After transfiguration, the day seemed to fly by. She was lost in thought throughout the History of Magic and then all she had was Care of Magical Creatures, which was fun and required no attention. After that, she played a game of chess with Harry and did her Transfiguration homework and, before she knew it, it was time for dinner.
Things were back to normal between Harry and Hermione and that was at least one relief. Ron had never found out that Hermione got Draco a gift. If he had, Hermione was sure she would've heard about it. If possible, Ron hated Draco even more than Harry and had a far worse temper also.
The three of them walked into the Great Hall together, Hermione catching Pansy hanging on Draco out of the corner of her eye. Ron was arguing with Harry over wizard's chess and Hermione turned her attention back to them as she sat down. Well, most of her attention; her eyes kept drifting back over to the Slytherin table.
"Hey, 'Mione," Harry called across the table. "Are you feeling ok? You look a little pale."
"I'm fine," Hermione looked up from her food. "Just a little tired." The second part of her answer, however, was droned out by a large cheer from the Slytherin table. Hermione looked over and her heart fell to her feet. Draco sat at the head of the Slytherin table making out with Pansy. She felt the tears spring to her eyes and quickly jumped up from her seat and ran out of the Great Hall, despite Harry and Ron's calls.
She managed to make it halfway up the first set of stairs when a hand spun her around.
"You wanted a scandal? There you go," Draco yelled, the cold tint in his blue-gray eyes that had resided there before fifth year fully returned. "You were right, Hermione. I don't know what I was thinking when I thought I loved you. It's ridiculous. We're like.oil and vinegar. You can put us together and it will take a lovely little spectacle for people to look at, but we'll never mix. We can stand side by side, but never be together."
"Get your hand off me," Hermione pushed his hand off of her shoulder. "You were right when you said I was wasting my time caring for you. In the end, you'll always end up the same, uncaring person you have always been. You've never been loved. Your family never loved you, nobody ever loved you and I know why now! I HATE YOU! My God, how low can you sink, you jerk!" she turned around and ran up the stairs.
"Fine, run away you damn Mudblood!" he bellowed. "You're the unlovable one you horrible, know-it all bitch." He turned around and stormed back into the Great Hall.
Hermione stormed up to her dormitory, tears running silently down her face. She opened the journal and wrote furiously.
I HATE YOU DRACO MALFOY!!!!!!! I hate you so much and it's all because I love you. As much as I hate to say it, I DO love you. No matter what I say, I do love you. But I can't. We'll never be together. And I hate you, you heartless jerk! After May, I'll never see you again. One more month and I'll never see you again.
Hermione closed her journal and buried her face in her pillow, not even waiting to see the ten words the diary wrote back. Fifteen minutes later, her body was out of sobs and she fell asleep.
A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short, but I'm putting up the next one today, too. The next chapter just needs to be on its own. I hope you like it! Please review. Thanks!!
"What did I do?" Hermione stared out of the astronomy tower. "I just ruined whatever chance of a relationship there was there, and probably our friendship, too, and why? Because we were different? The stupid journal was right; I should've given it time, but no. I had to go and confront him now. How can I hate being in love so much?"
"Hermione," Harry nudged Hermione in the stomach.
"What?" Hermione snapped out of her thoughts and turned to Harry.
"How nice of you to join us, Ms. Granger," Professor McGonagall's harsh voice made Hermione jump. "Care to share your daydream with us?"
"Sorry, Professor," Hermione hung her head and turned back to her textbook. Classes had resumed at Hogwarts three and a half months ago and it was getting dangerously close to the end of Hermione and the rest of the seventh years' days at the school. Christmas had come and gone without any exciting happenings and Hermione still hadn't resolved anything with Draco yet. He made it a point to ignore her, and did it very well. He had plagued her thoughts for a week and a half now, and Hermione felt as if she was going insane; she couldn't pay attentions in any of her classes, was slacking on her tutoring job, and could barely even hold an intelligent conversation anymore. Draco had allowed Pansy to get closer to him than he normally would and it made her furious. However, right now, she needed to push all of that out of her head and pay attention on transforming flying beetles into Yorkshire terriers.
After transfiguration, the day seemed to fly by. She was lost in thought throughout the History of Magic and then all she had was Care of Magical Creatures, which was fun and required no attention. After that, she played a game of chess with Harry and did her Transfiguration homework and, before she knew it, it was time for dinner.
Things were back to normal between Harry and Hermione and that was at least one relief. Ron had never found out that Hermione got Draco a gift. If he had, Hermione was sure she would've heard about it. If possible, Ron hated Draco even more than Harry and had a far worse temper also.
The three of them walked into the Great Hall together, Hermione catching Pansy hanging on Draco out of the corner of her eye. Ron was arguing with Harry over wizard's chess and Hermione turned her attention back to them as she sat down. Well, most of her attention; her eyes kept drifting back over to the Slytherin table.
"Hey, 'Mione," Harry called across the table. "Are you feeling ok? You look a little pale."
"I'm fine," Hermione looked up from her food. "Just a little tired." The second part of her answer, however, was droned out by a large cheer from the Slytherin table. Hermione looked over and her heart fell to her feet. Draco sat at the head of the Slytherin table making out with Pansy. She felt the tears spring to her eyes and quickly jumped up from her seat and ran out of the Great Hall, despite Harry and Ron's calls.
She managed to make it halfway up the first set of stairs when a hand spun her around.
"You wanted a scandal? There you go," Draco yelled, the cold tint in his blue-gray eyes that had resided there before fifth year fully returned. "You were right, Hermione. I don't know what I was thinking when I thought I loved you. It's ridiculous. We're like.oil and vinegar. You can put us together and it will take a lovely little spectacle for people to look at, but we'll never mix. We can stand side by side, but never be together."
"Get your hand off me," Hermione pushed his hand off of her shoulder. "You were right when you said I was wasting my time caring for you. In the end, you'll always end up the same, uncaring person you have always been. You've never been loved. Your family never loved you, nobody ever loved you and I know why now! I HATE YOU! My God, how low can you sink, you jerk!" she turned around and ran up the stairs.
"Fine, run away you damn Mudblood!" he bellowed. "You're the unlovable one you horrible, know-it all bitch." He turned around and stormed back into the Great Hall.
Hermione stormed up to her dormitory, tears running silently down her face. She opened the journal and wrote furiously.
I HATE YOU DRACO MALFOY!!!!!!! I hate you so much and it's all because I love you. As much as I hate to say it, I DO love you. No matter what I say, I do love you. But I can't. We'll never be together. And I hate you, you heartless jerk! After May, I'll never see you again. One more month and I'll never see you again.
Hermione closed her journal and buried her face in her pillow, not even waiting to see the ten words the diary wrote back. Fifteen minutes later, her body was out of sobs and she fell asleep.
A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short, but I'm putting up the next one today, too. The next chapter just needs to be on its own. I hope you like it! Please review. Thanks!!