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Chapter 6
Hermione stared at him, not understanding what she just heard.
*What do you mean, getting over me? Getting over me? Me?!*
She didn't understand and even if she did, she wouldn't believe it. Because.
"What are you talking about?" she asked slowly.
"Hermione, I." Harry began to explain, but Hermione felt the sudden urge not to hear it. It was like something she will only cry about. So she decided to gather her books and leave the library.
".where are you going?" Harry asked, also gathering his books and following her out of the library.
"I-I need to do something," she said, hurriedly walking away from him.
"Hermione, wait!" Harry called. "I need to tell you this. I've loved you for a long time!"
Hermione stopped walking and turned around very slowly, afraid to look at Harry. Harry. Her best friend in the world and the first and only guy she's ever loved. Harry gulped and looked down. "I-I just didn't know how to tell you."
"Harry, why are you doing this?" she asked, her voice almost in a whisper.
He looked confusedly at her. It was clear that he didn't understand her question. "What do you mean?"
"Why are you telling me this-now? You and Ginny are together," she explained.
"I know," he answered softly. "I do love her. It's just. I've had feelings for you for so long and I never got the chance to tell you."
Tears were brimming on Hermione's eyes. She didn't know what to say. She didn't even know how to react. *I mean, what do you tell the guy, who tells you that he has loved you, and you also loved back? Why did he even have to tell me? I was beginning to get over him. Now.* Tears now poured down her cheeks.
Harry moved towards her and held her shoulders. "Hermione, I'm sorry. I didn't mean-I didn't want to hurt you."
"I just don't understand, Harry. You loved me and you never told me?"
"I-I know. I'm sorry. Just forget that I ever told you," he said, turning around and starting to walk away.
"You expect me to just forget that?" Hermione asked, getting a bit angry. "You shouldn't have just told me if you wanted me to forget it!"
Harry faced her again and sighed. "I guess I thought I was being fair by telling you. I know that you have a right to know. What can you do if I couldn't tell you because I was afraid? I didn't know what to do."
Hermione couldn't say anything. She just might burst into more tears, if she did. And she didn't want Harry to see her crying.
"Hermione--," Harry began.
"Harry, just leave," she said, turning around and walking away.
"Why are you acting this way?" he asked sourly.
Hermione turned around fast and glared at him. "Because," she began softly. "I was in love with you, too." She turned around and walked away as fast as she can and didn't see Harry's jaw drop.
**
Hermione was in the common room, trying to do homework during her break time. She was trying to read the pages assigned to them by Professor Binns and answer some of the questions in the book. But gave up. She put her pen down and buried her face in her hands. She just couldn't get her talk with Harry earlier out of her mind.
She couldn't understand or rather, believe that Harry had feelings for her since he never really told her. But now that he has, she felt that she knew subconsciously that he had feelings for her. That was what was pushing her to tell him, but couldn't because she was afraid of what he would say. And she didn't want to assume. Now all she felt was stupid and upset at Harry.
*Why didn't he tell me before?*
"Still problematic?" said a voice she only knew too well.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" she asked, not looking up.
"From you? Why would I want anything from you?" he asked back.
Hermione sighed angrily, gathered her stuff and stood up to leave. She didn't have time to fight with Malfoy right now. Not with everything that's going on.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"Away from you," she replied hastily.
"That's not fair," he said, grabbing her arm and making her face him.
"Malfoy," she began, "I don't want to fight with you now or hear your comments about me."
He knitted his eyebrows in confusion. "I don't have any comments about you."
"Oh really?" she said, putting a hand on her waist. "What about, why would I want anything from you?"
He released her arm from his grasp and his features softened. "I-I'm sorry."
Hermione's eyes narrowed. "Excuse me?"
"I said I'm sorry. Okay?"
Hermione relaxed and smiled a little. "Wow. I never thought I'd see the day when you'd say sorry."
"Well, don't get used to it," he said quietly.
"Why not?" she challenged him.
He smirked. "What are you talking about, Granger? I'm a Malfoy and Malfoys don't go saying sorry to anyone. Especially mudbloods."
Hermione's blood suddenly boiled. What Draco said added to the pile of anger and hurt she had inside and put her on edge. She did the first thing that came to mind and slapped him hard on the face.
"How dare you call me that? You, who call yourself pureblood, don't even act like a true wizard. You have no right! Who are you to judge me? Don't you ever call me that again!" she said, screaming. She dropped her books on the floor and then burst crying.
Draco Malfoy stood there for a moment, not knowing what to do. Then he did the unthinkable. He moved forward, hugged Hermione and comforted her.
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Chapter 6
Hermione stared at him, not understanding what she just heard.
*What do you mean, getting over me? Getting over me? Me?!*
She didn't understand and even if she did, she wouldn't believe it. Because.
"What are you talking about?" she asked slowly.
"Hermione, I." Harry began to explain, but Hermione felt the sudden urge not to hear it. It was like something she will only cry about. So she decided to gather her books and leave the library.
".where are you going?" Harry asked, also gathering his books and following her out of the library.
"I-I need to do something," she said, hurriedly walking away from him.
"Hermione, wait!" Harry called. "I need to tell you this. I've loved you for a long time!"
Hermione stopped walking and turned around very slowly, afraid to look at Harry. Harry. Her best friend in the world and the first and only guy she's ever loved. Harry gulped and looked down. "I-I just didn't know how to tell you."
"Harry, why are you doing this?" she asked, her voice almost in a whisper.
He looked confusedly at her. It was clear that he didn't understand her question. "What do you mean?"
"Why are you telling me this-now? You and Ginny are together," she explained.
"I know," he answered softly. "I do love her. It's just. I've had feelings for you for so long and I never got the chance to tell you."
Tears were brimming on Hermione's eyes. She didn't know what to say. She didn't even know how to react. *I mean, what do you tell the guy, who tells you that he has loved you, and you also loved back? Why did he even have to tell me? I was beginning to get over him. Now.* Tears now poured down her cheeks.
Harry moved towards her and held her shoulders. "Hermione, I'm sorry. I didn't mean-I didn't want to hurt you."
"I just don't understand, Harry. You loved me and you never told me?"
"I-I know. I'm sorry. Just forget that I ever told you," he said, turning around and starting to walk away.
"You expect me to just forget that?" Hermione asked, getting a bit angry. "You shouldn't have just told me if you wanted me to forget it!"
Harry faced her again and sighed. "I guess I thought I was being fair by telling you. I know that you have a right to know. What can you do if I couldn't tell you because I was afraid? I didn't know what to do."
Hermione couldn't say anything. She just might burst into more tears, if she did. And she didn't want Harry to see her crying.
"Hermione--," Harry began.
"Harry, just leave," she said, turning around and walking away.
"Why are you acting this way?" he asked sourly.
Hermione turned around fast and glared at him. "Because," she began softly. "I was in love with you, too." She turned around and walked away as fast as she can and didn't see Harry's jaw drop.
**
Hermione was in the common room, trying to do homework during her break time. She was trying to read the pages assigned to them by Professor Binns and answer some of the questions in the book. But gave up. She put her pen down and buried her face in her hands. She just couldn't get her talk with Harry earlier out of her mind.
She couldn't understand or rather, believe that Harry had feelings for her since he never really told her. But now that he has, she felt that she knew subconsciously that he had feelings for her. That was what was pushing her to tell him, but couldn't because she was afraid of what he would say. And she didn't want to assume. Now all she felt was stupid and upset at Harry.
*Why didn't he tell me before?*
"Still problematic?" said a voice she only knew too well.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" she asked, not looking up.
"From you? Why would I want anything from you?" he asked back.
Hermione sighed angrily, gathered her stuff and stood up to leave. She didn't have time to fight with Malfoy right now. Not with everything that's going on.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"Away from you," she replied hastily.
"That's not fair," he said, grabbing her arm and making her face him.
"Malfoy," she began, "I don't want to fight with you now or hear your comments about me."
He knitted his eyebrows in confusion. "I don't have any comments about you."
"Oh really?" she said, putting a hand on her waist. "What about, why would I want anything from you?"
He released her arm from his grasp and his features softened. "I-I'm sorry."
Hermione's eyes narrowed. "Excuse me?"
"I said I'm sorry. Okay?"
Hermione relaxed and smiled a little. "Wow. I never thought I'd see the day when you'd say sorry."
"Well, don't get used to it," he said quietly.
"Why not?" she challenged him.
He smirked. "What are you talking about, Granger? I'm a Malfoy and Malfoys don't go saying sorry to anyone. Especially mudbloods."
Hermione's blood suddenly boiled. What Draco said added to the pile of anger and hurt she had inside and put her on edge. She did the first thing that came to mind and slapped him hard on the face.
"How dare you call me that? You, who call yourself pureblood, don't even act like a true wizard. You have no right! Who are you to judge me? Don't you ever call me that again!" she said, screaming. She dropped her books on the floor and then burst crying.
Draco Malfoy stood there for a moment, not knowing what to do. Then he did the unthinkable. He moved forward, hugged Hermione and comforted her.