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Chapter 5
Hermione covered her head with a pillow as a knock sounded on her door for what she felt was the hundredth time. It was already after classes. It was actually night time and different people had come to check on her, first Ron, then Harry and then Ginny, and some other random people. The knocking continued.
*Please go away.*
"Hermione! Open this door!" Draco yelled. "Or I'll magic it open."
Hermione sighed. "What do you want?"
"You haven't been out since the start of the day. And that's freaking me out, okay?"
*Is it just me or does he sound like he cares?*
"So freak out," she replied. "I don't care."
"I do."
She paused and then asked, "Why?"
"What if you're doing something illegal in there or something? McGonagall might think that I allowed you and that might ruin my chances for head boy!" he answered.
*Of course! Why would he care? He's Malfoy, after all.*
"I'm not doing anything illegal in here! Just go away!"
Draco gave up and went down to the common room.
"She won't come out," he told Harry, Ron and Ginny dryly. "Now please, get out."
"I wonder why she won't," Ron replied sarcastically. "Maybe you should've tried to be, um, let's see, what's the word? Um. nicer?!"
"Look, she doesn't want to get out. There's nothing I can do. Go away and give me some peace," he said.
"We should go," Ginny said softly.
"But we have to explain to her," Harry said. "I should've just told her in the first place."
"Why didn't you?" Draco asked, butting in.
"I don't remember talking to you, Malfoy," Harry snapped and stopped up. "Let's just go. We'll come back tomorrow."
"Oh no, you won't," Draco said. "One time was enough. You've had your chance."
"You won't stop us," Harry said.
"Aren't you forgetting that we're breaking rules in letting you know about our common room?" Draco said as a matter of factly.
"Since when were you so worried about breaking rules?" Ron sneered.
"Just get out, Weasley! I don't have to explain myself to you or to anyone," he said. And with this he went in his room.
Harry, Ron and Ginny left.
"I told you guys to tell her," Ron said crossly as they walked back to the Gryffindor common room.
"I know," Harry said.
"Well, why didn't you?" Ron asked, stopping to walk and facing them.
"Because I didn't want to," Ginny said meekly.
"And why is that?" Ron asked. "You both knew that you're supposed to tell her because you're both are her friends and she has a right to know."
"Look, I'm sorry, okay? I did want to tell her. I just didn't know how," Ginny said. "Get off my case." She took a deep breath and then proceeded to the common room alone.
"Ron, we're sorry. I'm sorry. We really should have told her and not let her find out that way," Harry said.
"Yeah." Was all Ron could manage to say.
Harry sighed and went in the common room. But Ron decided to do something more productive. He went to the kitchens, asked Dobby to bring some food to Hermione's room and then went there himself.
**
"Back again?" Draco asked, groaning. "Go away, Weasel!"
"No," Ron said firmly. "I need to talk to Hermione. It's important."
"I told you she doesn't want to get out," Draco said. "For all I know, she's dead in there."
"Yeah and you wouldn't even do anything about it, would you?" Ron snapped, pushed Draco out of the way and went straight to Hermione's room and knocked. "Hermione! It's Ron. Let's talk."
The door slowly opened and Hermione's face stuck out the door.
"Hermione!" Ron said happily.
Hermione's face betrayed no emotion. "Why?"
Ron looked back at her, confused. "What?"
"Why do we need to talk?" she repeated patiently.
"Well, because you've been in there the whole day, you've missed all your classes and your prefect duties," he said rationally. "Please, Hermione. Let me in."
Hermione sighed and opened the door wider. Ron walked in and saw the room in a very messy state. All her books were strewn across the floor and her robe and sweater was also scattered. Ron had never seen Hermione's things this way. She's a very neat person, always keeping her stuff in order and even color coding her notes at times. He turned around and faced her as she closed the door.
"What happened here?" he asked, concern obvious in his voice.
"Oh," she said, also looking around. "I was, um. redecorating." She tried to grin a little.
Ron raised his eyebrows so high that Hermione thought it was going to disappear under his hair.
"What?" she asked innocently. "I was."
"Right."
She sighed again and sat down beside him on the bed. "I didn't have anything to do, so I threw around my stuff."
"Why would you do that?"
"Because," she replied blandly. "So what did you want to talk about?"
"Harry and Ginny," he said simply.
"Oh," she said, beginning to stand up.
Ron stopped her. "Look, they wanted to tell you, but they were just unsure of how to do it. I'm sure if you let Harry or Ginny explain they'd tell you their reasons. But--."
"That's not why I'm upset with them."
"It isn't? I thought you were upset because you think they didn't trust you or something," Ron said.
"Well, you're wrong," Hermione told him quietly.
"You mean it's okay with you that they're together?" Ron asked.
"I think you should go," she said, standing up and opening the door.
"Herm--," Ron began.
"Just go, Ron. I'm tired. I don't want to talk right now," she said firmly.
Ron nodded slowly, stood up and left her room. Hermione closed the door and rested on it.
*I have to get over this issue. Right away.*
**
The next day, Hermione did her best to keep her chin up. She knew that everyone was wondering what happened to her yesterday and had kept on asking her about it.
"Hermione, what happened? We heard that you saw Ginny and Harry making out. How did they look like?" Parvati asked chirpily. "I don't know," Hermione said, trying to push her way through them.
"What do you mean, you don't know?" Lavender asked. "You saw them."
"So? I don't want to remember, okay?" Hermione said and walked hurriedly away from them.
*Why did I even have to see them? Why didn't they just tell me so--.*
All of a sudden all her books flew out of her hand and she was sprawled on the floor with Draco Malfoy on top of her. Hermione closed her eyes because of the pain and shock. Draco stood up, brushed himself off and helped Hermione up.
"Um, Granger, I-I, um. About that--."
She smiled at him. A real genuine smile. "Don't worry about it." She knew that he was having a hard time apologizing.
"Well, you watch where you're going next time," Draco said. He gathered her books, gave to her and walked away.
She watched him walk away. Sometimes she thinks that Draco isn't as bad as he may seem, but then at times, she's just not so sure.
She walked down the hall towards the library. She had to get some homework done before the end of the day or else she won't be able to go to the whole day meeting scheduled tomorrow. When she reached the library, she got a table, sat down and began to work.
She was working on her Potions essay when someone joined her. She looked up and the color drained from her face.
"Mind if I join you?" Harry asked with a smile.
"Oh. Um, well I'm kinda busy and." she sighed and nodded. "Sure."
Harry sat down in front of her and opened a book. Hermione took a deep breath and went back to work. Or, rather, pretended to go back to work. How can she work now, now that he's there?
*Just be calm. Pretend like everything's fine. Just write your essay.*
Hermione was to continue writing her essay when Harry spoke.
"Hermione, I'm sorry for not telling you," he said quietly.
She slowly looked up at him and managed to smile. "It's okay," she said very softly.
"I know I should've told you, but I-well, I don't know why I didn't tell you," he said.
She looked at him curiously. "Why didn't you tell me?"
Harry became uncomfortable and shifted on his seat. His eyes were staring at the page of the book he was reading.
"Harry?"
He looked up at her and she felt that there was something coming. That he was going to say something really big. She braced herself.
"Because I still had to get over you."
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Chapter 5
Hermione covered her head with a pillow as a knock sounded on her door for what she felt was the hundredth time. It was already after classes. It was actually night time and different people had come to check on her, first Ron, then Harry and then Ginny, and some other random people. The knocking continued.
*Please go away.*
"Hermione! Open this door!" Draco yelled. "Or I'll magic it open."
Hermione sighed. "What do you want?"
"You haven't been out since the start of the day. And that's freaking me out, okay?"
*Is it just me or does he sound like he cares?*
"So freak out," she replied. "I don't care."
"I do."
She paused and then asked, "Why?"
"What if you're doing something illegal in there or something? McGonagall might think that I allowed you and that might ruin my chances for head boy!" he answered.
*Of course! Why would he care? He's Malfoy, after all.*
"I'm not doing anything illegal in here! Just go away!"
Draco gave up and went down to the common room.
"She won't come out," he told Harry, Ron and Ginny dryly. "Now please, get out."
"I wonder why she won't," Ron replied sarcastically. "Maybe you should've tried to be, um, let's see, what's the word? Um. nicer?!"
"Look, she doesn't want to get out. There's nothing I can do. Go away and give me some peace," he said.
"We should go," Ginny said softly.
"But we have to explain to her," Harry said. "I should've just told her in the first place."
"Why didn't you?" Draco asked, butting in.
"I don't remember talking to you, Malfoy," Harry snapped and stopped up. "Let's just go. We'll come back tomorrow."
"Oh no, you won't," Draco said. "One time was enough. You've had your chance."
"You won't stop us," Harry said.
"Aren't you forgetting that we're breaking rules in letting you know about our common room?" Draco said as a matter of factly.
"Since when were you so worried about breaking rules?" Ron sneered.
"Just get out, Weasley! I don't have to explain myself to you or to anyone," he said. And with this he went in his room.
Harry, Ron and Ginny left.
"I told you guys to tell her," Ron said crossly as they walked back to the Gryffindor common room.
"I know," Harry said.
"Well, why didn't you?" Ron asked, stopping to walk and facing them.
"Because I didn't want to," Ginny said meekly.
"And why is that?" Ron asked. "You both knew that you're supposed to tell her because you're both are her friends and she has a right to know."
"Look, I'm sorry, okay? I did want to tell her. I just didn't know how," Ginny said. "Get off my case." She took a deep breath and then proceeded to the common room alone.
"Ron, we're sorry. I'm sorry. We really should have told her and not let her find out that way," Harry said.
"Yeah." Was all Ron could manage to say.
Harry sighed and went in the common room. But Ron decided to do something more productive. He went to the kitchens, asked Dobby to bring some food to Hermione's room and then went there himself.
**
"Back again?" Draco asked, groaning. "Go away, Weasel!"
"No," Ron said firmly. "I need to talk to Hermione. It's important."
"I told you she doesn't want to get out," Draco said. "For all I know, she's dead in there."
"Yeah and you wouldn't even do anything about it, would you?" Ron snapped, pushed Draco out of the way and went straight to Hermione's room and knocked. "Hermione! It's Ron. Let's talk."
The door slowly opened and Hermione's face stuck out the door.
"Hermione!" Ron said happily.
Hermione's face betrayed no emotion. "Why?"
Ron looked back at her, confused. "What?"
"Why do we need to talk?" she repeated patiently.
"Well, because you've been in there the whole day, you've missed all your classes and your prefect duties," he said rationally. "Please, Hermione. Let me in."
Hermione sighed and opened the door wider. Ron walked in and saw the room in a very messy state. All her books were strewn across the floor and her robe and sweater was also scattered. Ron had never seen Hermione's things this way. She's a very neat person, always keeping her stuff in order and even color coding her notes at times. He turned around and faced her as she closed the door.
"What happened here?" he asked, concern obvious in his voice.
"Oh," she said, also looking around. "I was, um. redecorating." She tried to grin a little.
Ron raised his eyebrows so high that Hermione thought it was going to disappear under his hair.
"What?" she asked innocently. "I was."
"Right."
She sighed again and sat down beside him on the bed. "I didn't have anything to do, so I threw around my stuff."
"Why would you do that?"
"Because," she replied blandly. "So what did you want to talk about?"
"Harry and Ginny," he said simply.
"Oh," she said, beginning to stand up.
Ron stopped her. "Look, they wanted to tell you, but they were just unsure of how to do it. I'm sure if you let Harry or Ginny explain they'd tell you their reasons. But--."
"That's not why I'm upset with them."
"It isn't? I thought you were upset because you think they didn't trust you or something," Ron said.
"Well, you're wrong," Hermione told him quietly.
"You mean it's okay with you that they're together?" Ron asked.
"I think you should go," she said, standing up and opening the door.
"Herm--," Ron began.
"Just go, Ron. I'm tired. I don't want to talk right now," she said firmly.
Ron nodded slowly, stood up and left her room. Hermione closed the door and rested on it.
*I have to get over this issue. Right away.*
**
The next day, Hermione did her best to keep her chin up. She knew that everyone was wondering what happened to her yesterday and had kept on asking her about it.
"Hermione, what happened? We heard that you saw Ginny and Harry making out. How did they look like?" Parvati asked chirpily. "I don't know," Hermione said, trying to push her way through them.
"What do you mean, you don't know?" Lavender asked. "You saw them."
"So? I don't want to remember, okay?" Hermione said and walked hurriedly away from them.
*Why did I even have to see them? Why didn't they just tell me so--.*
All of a sudden all her books flew out of her hand and she was sprawled on the floor with Draco Malfoy on top of her. Hermione closed her eyes because of the pain and shock. Draco stood up, brushed himself off and helped Hermione up.
"Um, Granger, I-I, um. About that--."
She smiled at him. A real genuine smile. "Don't worry about it." She knew that he was having a hard time apologizing.
"Well, you watch where you're going next time," Draco said. He gathered her books, gave to her and walked away.
She watched him walk away. Sometimes she thinks that Draco isn't as bad as he may seem, but then at times, she's just not so sure.
She walked down the hall towards the library. She had to get some homework done before the end of the day or else she won't be able to go to the whole day meeting scheduled tomorrow. When she reached the library, she got a table, sat down and began to work.
She was working on her Potions essay when someone joined her. She looked up and the color drained from her face.
"Mind if I join you?" Harry asked with a smile.
"Oh. Um, well I'm kinda busy and." she sighed and nodded. "Sure."
Harry sat down in front of her and opened a book. Hermione took a deep breath and went back to work. Or, rather, pretended to go back to work. How can she work now, now that he's there?
*Just be calm. Pretend like everything's fine. Just write your essay.*
Hermione was to continue writing her essay when Harry spoke.
"Hermione, I'm sorry for not telling you," he said quietly.
She slowly looked up at him and managed to smile. "It's okay," she said very softly.
"I know I should've told you, but I-well, I don't know why I didn't tell you," he said.
She looked at him curiously. "Why didn't you tell me?"
Harry became uncomfortable and shifted on his seat. His eyes were staring at the page of the book he was reading.
"Harry?"
He looked up at her and she felt that there was something coming. That he was going to say something really big. She braced herself.
"Because I still had to get over you."