Chapter 5
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the story.
Hermione felt an eerie sense of tranquility after her talk with Draco that morning. And the thing was, he wasn't even doing anything much. He was just there, sitting beside her, both his arms around her and comforting her. It was weird-no. It felt weird. Draco Malfoy comforting her? I know, I know. We're friends now. But still, it's strange having your ex-enemy consoling you and telling you that everything will be fine. She had felt safe in his arms and at that moment, she had believed him. She believed him that everything will be fine. But she knew that everything wasn't.
The whole school had been in an uproar at the news of the 'picture perfect couple' fighting. It wasn't only them (Harry and Hermione) who felt bad about what happened, but the whole school as well. For some reason, the news of their fight spread like wildfire among the Hogwarts students and it had only happened a couple of hours ago. Some students, like Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown, were deeply sad and had asked her if she was doing okay. It was really weird, having your love life being watched by everyone around you.
She was at the great hall at the moment, having late breakfast. It was already 11:30 and she was feeling very hungry. Dobby had been more than glad to fix her up with more than she could eat. But she felt very thankful. She looked around. There was no one in sight except some of the ghosts who were hovering around. She liked the great hall this way. It was quiet and peaceful. It was too bad that she couldn't do this everyday. She was munching on some pies (she didn't know what kind it was for there were so many of them) when someone put his tray down on the table in front of her. And there was Draco, standing with a smile on his face.
"Mind if I join you?" he asked.
Hermione shook her head. "After what you did to me this morning, I'm surprised you even had to ask," she said with a small smile. He grinned at her and sat down. "Um, thanks for what you did, Draco."
"Anything for you, Hermione," he said. "So what's your class after this?"
"Arithmancy," she replied. Thank god! I'm not ready to face Harry, not even Ron after what happened.
"You must really love that subject," he said with a grin. He took a bit out of a chicken drumstick.
"What makes you say that?" she asked, wiping her mouth with the table napkin.
"Well, you look like you're really looking forward to it," he said.
Yeah. You have no idea. "It's a really interesting subject," she replied. "I'd better get going. Class starts in a couple of minutes." She gathered her things. "You should get going, too, you know. I'm sure you don't want to be late."
She stood up and he stood up at the same time. "Why don't we go to class together?" he said. "That way we both won't be late. Besides, I don't want to be left behind with the ghosts."
Hermione laughed at this. Even though it was a somewhat shallow joke, it still made her laugh. "Sure," she said. They both walked out of the great hall. They walked until they reached the second floor landing and she turned to him. "Well, this is my stop."
"I'll take you to your class," he offered.
"That's okay. You're having Astronomy, right? And that's at the north tower. I'll just see you later or something," she said.
He smiled. "Okay. I'll see you then, Hermione."
"Bye, Draco!" She turned around and walked down the hall and entered her classroom. She sat on her usual seat. Professor Vector arrived and began a lecture but Hermione was barely listening and thought about the peculiar and recent events that have happened to her, her being friends with Draco, her fight with Harry and then Draco comforting her. She sighed and focused her attention back to the professor. She hoped that Harry would get over his jealousness over Draco.
Hermione was in the library, going through her defense against the dark arts essay for the 100th time. She wanted to make sure that there were no mistakes and that everything was the right information. She sighed. Actually she was just killing time. It was nearly 9:00 and yet she was still here. This was the time when all students would have gotten back to their respective common rooms, but since she was a prefect she could stay in the halls much later. She didn't want to accidentally bump into Harry or even Ron. She had successfully avoided them in the past two days and even now, she still wasn't ready to face him.
At exactly 9:00, she gathered her things and put them inside her bag. The hallways would be probably empty by now and she could go to her common room in peace. She knew that Ron had been trying to get Ginny to talk to her. But she avoided even her. She just wasn't ready. She had felt really afraid at what Harry did. He felt so. so. angry. Like he could kill anyone. It was really frightening. She had never seen Harry that way. At least not towards her. She always knew that Harry would never hurt her. But now. she's been having second thoughts. He's just jealous. Try to understand him. He loves you so much that he just wants to protect you.
But if he loves me, he'd understand that Draco and I are just friends. I mean, what's so wrong with being friends with him?
Nothing. But look at Draco Malfoy's background. It's not exactly the cleanest one. Just try to understand Harry. He's your boyfriend. You love him.
Hermione took a deep breath as she walked in her common room. Maybe tomorrow. I'll talk to him. Maybe.
** I hope she's already feeling okay. Draco Malfoy thought as he walked into the great hall the next morning. For the past few days, they had been having lots of talks, talks about some important things and some not so important things. Draco really enjoyed those talks. It felt as if they could talk about anything under the sun, which was really pleasant. And from those past few days, whenever he'd ask her if she's feeling okay already, she would always say yes. But he knew that she was just saying that. Because he knew, based from her eyes, which lost its beautiful shine and luster, which said that she still wasn't okay.
He sat down on his seat and scanned the great hall at once for a sign of the alluring browned haired angel. He found her, seated in front of Harry and Ron and noticed that they weren't speaking. Or was he just too far away to witness it? As mean as this may sound, he hoped that she wouldn't speak to Potter just yet. He was enjoying their talks and was afraid that if they were on good terms again, Hermione would abandon their sudden closeness and be with Potty all the time. One more reason why I hate him so much. He still owns her. I hope that. He shook his head. No! I'm going to be happy for her no matter what happens.
"You okay, Draco?" Goyle asked, breaking into Draco's thoughts.
"Of course, I'm okay," he snapped. "Would you mind your own business, Goyle?"
Goyle merely shrugged. It was clear that he was used to Draco being like this. Blaise noticed Draco's sudden flare in temper and scooted closer to him. "You shouldn't be too angry, Draco," she said. Draco ignored her. "Maybe he's right. Maybe you're not feeling well," she continued. He rolled his eyes. Doesn't this girl get it? Is she the densest girl or what? It's too bad. She's one of the prettiest girls in Slytherin. He sighed and looked at Hermione again and his heart flopped as he did. Hermione was looking at him with some sort of smile. He knew that she and Harry were about to talk. He smiled at her and nodded encouragingly. She smiled then faced Harry and Ron.
Draco couldn't help it, but he felt sad because he knew that in a few moments, Hermione and Harry would be back to becoming the sickeningly sweetest couple again. He sighed and just focused on his food. He didn't want to see how they were going to make up.
** They didn't talk at once. They merely sat there and ate in silence. Hermione could tell, though, that Harry and Ron were mouthing a conversation with each other. Finally, after, a couple of minutes of silent debate, Harry cleared his throat. "Um, Hermione?" he said. She looked up at him, waiting expectantly at what he was about to say. She wasn't going to apologize to him. She never thought for a single moment that she did anything wrong.
"Can we talk? After breakfast?" Harry asked.
"We have classes after," she replied. I'm not going to let him off that easy.
"It's just for a little while. Please!" he said, trying to smile but failed.
How can I do this to him? He seems like he's really sorry. She nodded. "We can talk now. I'm done, anyway," she said, picking up her bag. She began to walk out of the great hall. And necks turned towards her as she walked out with Harry just behind her.
"Wish me luck," Harry said to Ron as he followed her.
"Good luck!" Ron called.
They went out of the great hall and Hermione faced Harry, waiting for him to say what he wanted to say. "I'm sorry, Hermione," he began. "I know what we fought about was stupid-I was stupid. I should have never yelled at you. I had no right to do that. I'm sorry. Please! Take me back. I won't yell at you again."
"Take you back?" Hermione asked. What is he talking about?
"Yes. I'd do my best not to be jealous anymore and--."
"But we didn't break up, Harry. We just fought," she said. "Did you think that I broke up with you?"
"Well, you avoided me for days and I thought." he shrugged and trailed away. "I'm just really sorry, Hermione. I hope that we put this behind us."
She smiled at him. "Of course I take you back. What do you take me for? I'm not just going to cut you loose, Harry Potter. You are still mine," she said.
Harry grinned at her. "I wouldn't dream of belonging to anyone else," he said. He put his arms around her waist and rested his forehead on hers. "I missed you."
"I missed you, too, Harry," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck, bringing his face closer to hers.
Harry didn't wait any longer. He leaned forward and kissed her like he'd never kissed before. He truly missed Hermione and she, the same. They hadn't noticed that some students were already crowding around them, watching them kiss and make up. Harry Potter and his beloved, Hermione Granger was finally back together. Everyone was really shocked when they found out, detail by detail, that they had fought. It just wasn't natural. Anyway, at least they're now okay again and the whole school felt relieved. It was as if, if Harry and Hermione continued fighting and eventually break up, the world would end.
But to one person, the world had already ended. Draco Malfoy stood among the crowd and watched his perfect angel kiss his worst enemy.
If you think no more arguments will follow. well, that's where you're completely wrong. That was just the beginning.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the story.
Hermione felt an eerie sense of tranquility after her talk with Draco that morning. And the thing was, he wasn't even doing anything much. He was just there, sitting beside her, both his arms around her and comforting her. It was weird-no. It felt weird. Draco Malfoy comforting her? I know, I know. We're friends now. But still, it's strange having your ex-enemy consoling you and telling you that everything will be fine. She had felt safe in his arms and at that moment, she had believed him. She believed him that everything will be fine. But she knew that everything wasn't.
The whole school had been in an uproar at the news of the 'picture perfect couple' fighting. It wasn't only them (Harry and Hermione) who felt bad about what happened, but the whole school as well. For some reason, the news of their fight spread like wildfire among the Hogwarts students and it had only happened a couple of hours ago. Some students, like Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown, were deeply sad and had asked her if she was doing okay. It was really weird, having your love life being watched by everyone around you.
She was at the great hall at the moment, having late breakfast. It was already 11:30 and she was feeling very hungry. Dobby had been more than glad to fix her up with more than she could eat. But she felt very thankful. She looked around. There was no one in sight except some of the ghosts who were hovering around. She liked the great hall this way. It was quiet and peaceful. It was too bad that she couldn't do this everyday. She was munching on some pies (she didn't know what kind it was for there were so many of them) when someone put his tray down on the table in front of her. And there was Draco, standing with a smile on his face.
"Mind if I join you?" he asked.
Hermione shook her head. "After what you did to me this morning, I'm surprised you even had to ask," she said with a small smile. He grinned at her and sat down. "Um, thanks for what you did, Draco."
"Anything for you, Hermione," he said. "So what's your class after this?"
"Arithmancy," she replied. Thank god! I'm not ready to face Harry, not even Ron after what happened.
"You must really love that subject," he said with a grin. He took a bit out of a chicken drumstick.
"What makes you say that?" she asked, wiping her mouth with the table napkin.
"Well, you look like you're really looking forward to it," he said.
Yeah. You have no idea. "It's a really interesting subject," she replied. "I'd better get going. Class starts in a couple of minutes." She gathered her things. "You should get going, too, you know. I'm sure you don't want to be late."
She stood up and he stood up at the same time. "Why don't we go to class together?" he said. "That way we both won't be late. Besides, I don't want to be left behind with the ghosts."
Hermione laughed at this. Even though it was a somewhat shallow joke, it still made her laugh. "Sure," she said. They both walked out of the great hall. They walked until they reached the second floor landing and she turned to him. "Well, this is my stop."
"I'll take you to your class," he offered.
"That's okay. You're having Astronomy, right? And that's at the north tower. I'll just see you later or something," she said.
He smiled. "Okay. I'll see you then, Hermione."
"Bye, Draco!" She turned around and walked down the hall and entered her classroom. She sat on her usual seat. Professor Vector arrived and began a lecture but Hermione was barely listening and thought about the peculiar and recent events that have happened to her, her being friends with Draco, her fight with Harry and then Draco comforting her. She sighed and focused her attention back to the professor. She hoped that Harry would get over his jealousness over Draco.
Hermione was in the library, going through her defense against the dark arts essay for the 100th time. She wanted to make sure that there were no mistakes and that everything was the right information. She sighed. Actually she was just killing time. It was nearly 9:00 and yet she was still here. This was the time when all students would have gotten back to their respective common rooms, but since she was a prefect she could stay in the halls much later. She didn't want to accidentally bump into Harry or even Ron. She had successfully avoided them in the past two days and even now, she still wasn't ready to face him.
At exactly 9:00, she gathered her things and put them inside her bag. The hallways would be probably empty by now and she could go to her common room in peace. She knew that Ron had been trying to get Ginny to talk to her. But she avoided even her. She just wasn't ready. She had felt really afraid at what Harry did. He felt so. so. angry. Like he could kill anyone. It was really frightening. She had never seen Harry that way. At least not towards her. She always knew that Harry would never hurt her. But now. she's been having second thoughts. He's just jealous. Try to understand him. He loves you so much that he just wants to protect you.
But if he loves me, he'd understand that Draco and I are just friends. I mean, what's so wrong with being friends with him?
Nothing. But look at Draco Malfoy's background. It's not exactly the cleanest one. Just try to understand Harry. He's your boyfriend. You love him.
Hermione took a deep breath as she walked in her common room. Maybe tomorrow. I'll talk to him. Maybe.
** I hope she's already feeling okay. Draco Malfoy thought as he walked into the great hall the next morning. For the past few days, they had been having lots of talks, talks about some important things and some not so important things. Draco really enjoyed those talks. It felt as if they could talk about anything under the sun, which was really pleasant. And from those past few days, whenever he'd ask her if she's feeling okay already, she would always say yes. But he knew that she was just saying that. Because he knew, based from her eyes, which lost its beautiful shine and luster, which said that she still wasn't okay.
He sat down on his seat and scanned the great hall at once for a sign of the alluring browned haired angel. He found her, seated in front of Harry and Ron and noticed that they weren't speaking. Or was he just too far away to witness it? As mean as this may sound, he hoped that she wouldn't speak to Potter just yet. He was enjoying their talks and was afraid that if they were on good terms again, Hermione would abandon their sudden closeness and be with Potty all the time. One more reason why I hate him so much. He still owns her. I hope that. He shook his head. No! I'm going to be happy for her no matter what happens.
"You okay, Draco?" Goyle asked, breaking into Draco's thoughts.
"Of course, I'm okay," he snapped. "Would you mind your own business, Goyle?"
Goyle merely shrugged. It was clear that he was used to Draco being like this. Blaise noticed Draco's sudden flare in temper and scooted closer to him. "You shouldn't be too angry, Draco," she said. Draco ignored her. "Maybe he's right. Maybe you're not feeling well," she continued. He rolled his eyes. Doesn't this girl get it? Is she the densest girl or what? It's too bad. She's one of the prettiest girls in Slytherin. He sighed and looked at Hermione again and his heart flopped as he did. Hermione was looking at him with some sort of smile. He knew that she and Harry were about to talk. He smiled at her and nodded encouragingly. She smiled then faced Harry and Ron.
Draco couldn't help it, but he felt sad because he knew that in a few moments, Hermione and Harry would be back to becoming the sickeningly sweetest couple again. He sighed and just focused on his food. He didn't want to see how they were going to make up.
** They didn't talk at once. They merely sat there and ate in silence. Hermione could tell, though, that Harry and Ron were mouthing a conversation with each other. Finally, after, a couple of minutes of silent debate, Harry cleared his throat. "Um, Hermione?" he said. She looked up at him, waiting expectantly at what he was about to say. She wasn't going to apologize to him. She never thought for a single moment that she did anything wrong.
"Can we talk? After breakfast?" Harry asked.
"We have classes after," she replied. I'm not going to let him off that easy.
"It's just for a little while. Please!" he said, trying to smile but failed.
How can I do this to him? He seems like he's really sorry. She nodded. "We can talk now. I'm done, anyway," she said, picking up her bag. She began to walk out of the great hall. And necks turned towards her as she walked out with Harry just behind her.
"Wish me luck," Harry said to Ron as he followed her.
"Good luck!" Ron called.
They went out of the great hall and Hermione faced Harry, waiting for him to say what he wanted to say. "I'm sorry, Hermione," he began. "I know what we fought about was stupid-I was stupid. I should have never yelled at you. I had no right to do that. I'm sorry. Please! Take me back. I won't yell at you again."
"Take you back?" Hermione asked. What is he talking about?
"Yes. I'd do my best not to be jealous anymore and--."
"But we didn't break up, Harry. We just fought," she said. "Did you think that I broke up with you?"
"Well, you avoided me for days and I thought." he shrugged and trailed away. "I'm just really sorry, Hermione. I hope that we put this behind us."
She smiled at him. "Of course I take you back. What do you take me for? I'm not just going to cut you loose, Harry Potter. You are still mine," she said.
Harry grinned at her. "I wouldn't dream of belonging to anyone else," he said. He put his arms around her waist and rested his forehead on hers. "I missed you."
"I missed you, too, Harry," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck, bringing his face closer to hers.
Harry didn't wait any longer. He leaned forward and kissed her like he'd never kissed before. He truly missed Hermione and she, the same. They hadn't noticed that some students were already crowding around them, watching them kiss and make up. Harry Potter and his beloved, Hermione Granger was finally back together. Everyone was really shocked when they found out, detail by detail, that they had fought. It just wasn't natural. Anyway, at least they're now okay again and the whole school felt relieved. It was as if, if Harry and Hermione continued fighting and eventually break up, the world would end.
But to one person, the world had already ended. Draco Malfoy stood among the crowd and watched his perfect angel kiss his worst enemy.
If you think no more arguments will follow. well, that's where you're completely wrong. That was just the beginning.