Chapter 10- Decide
"You really like that bloke, don't you?" Draco questioned quietly, observing my dreamy expression.
"I think I do," I mumbled," but he makes me so mad most of the time, I just can't stand him. Why does he have to hide everything? Why couldn't he have told me himself! Even you told me yourself," I finished rapidly, and then I realized what I had just said aloud. Draco had the guts to tell me his feelings. That had to count for something.
"Well, it took me a long time," Draco responded.
"Not as long as it's taken him."
Draco smiled weakly. "Look- I can tell you like him. So, why don't you talk to him, Hermione? I'm sure he'd appreciate it."
"Yes, after he quits calling me a slut," I barked. "That's what I mean! Friends don't do that to friends! I would have expected you to be the one calling names, but you weren't. I don't really feel like glorifying his social issues," I stated simply. "Maybe when he's ready to face me, I'll approach him. Not right now, though. I've got other matters to deal with, like helping you."
"You don't have to help me," he told me gruffly.
"Oh, please DO NOT go into that awful mode! I'm offering to guide you, so don't you think you could at least make my job easier?" I questioned in an exclamatory tone of voice.
He stared at his trainers. "Fine. It's just going to be hard."
"Sometimes life is hard," I declared.
"Like you would know," he shot back. "You don't even know half of my life! I'll bet I have much worse stories to tell, so you shouldn't really talk about how hard life is!"
'Damn', I thought begrudgingly, knowing I had spoke too soon, and too ignorantly. It was the truth. I had no idea about what had caused him to want to hide. I knew nothing of his problems. But I was interested.
"I'm here for you, Draco," I told him, smiling, and reaching for his ashen grip.
He took my own hand and caressed the finger tips. "I appreciate it," he said, returning the smile. "Look, if you want to keep this secret, it would be fine by me, because-"
"I'm not going to let you continue to lie your life away, Draco," I interrupted, and shook my finger at him. "It'll be hard enough to break to everyone in the Bathroom Club that you're not an expert on love."
He chuckled. "Yeah.. But, when do you want to do all of this?"
"We can start right now," I voiced," because Ron is heading back over and now he's got Harry."
We then turned to face the first obstacle of our relationship.
**THE END?**
"You really like that bloke, don't you?" Draco questioned quietly, observing my dreamy expression.
"I think I do," I mumbled," but he makes me so mad most of the time, I just can't stand him. Why does he have to hide everything? Why couldn't he have told me himself! Even you told me yourself," I finished rapidly, and then I realized what I had just said aloud. Draco had the guts to tell me his feelings. That had to count for something.
"Well, it took me a long time," Draco responded.
"Not as long as it's taken him."
Draco smiled weakly. "Look- I can tell you like him. So, why don't you talk to him, Hermione? I'm sure he'd appreciate it."
"Yes, after he quits calling me a slut," I barked. "That's what I mean! Friends don't do that to friends! I would have expected you to be the one calling names, but you weren't. I don't really feel like glorifying his social issues," I stated simply. "Maybe when he's ready to face me, I'll approach him. Not right now, though. I've got other matters to deal with, like helping you."
"You don't have to help me," he told me gruffly.
"Oh, please DO NOT go into that awful mode! I'm offering to guide you, so don't you think you could at least make my job easier?" I questioned in an exclamatory tone of voice.
He stared at his trainers. "Fine. It's just going to be hard."
"Sometimes life is hard," I declared.
"Like you would know," he shot back. "You don't even know half of my life! I'll bet I have much worse stories to tell, so you shouldn't really talk about how hard life is!"
'Damn', I thought begrudgingly, knowing I had spoke too soon, and too ignorantly. It was the truth. I had no idea about what had caused him to want to hide. I knew nothing of his problems. But I was interested.
"I'm here for you, Draco," I told him, smiling, and reaching for his ashen grip.
He took my own hand and caressed the finger tips. "I appreciate it," he said, returning the smile. "Look, if you want to keep this secret, it would be fine by me, because-"
"I'm not going to let you continue to lie your life away, Draco," I interrupted, and shook my finger at him. "It'll be hard enough to break to everyone in the Bathroom Club that you're not an expert on love."
He chuckled. "Yeah.. But, when do you want to do all of this?"
"We can start right now," I voiced," because Ron is heading back over and now he's got Harry."
We then turned to face the first obstacle of our relationship.
**THE END?**