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Chapter 11
Hermione didn't know what to think of that Harry's kiss to her. So she just smiled at him and walked towards the prefects' office. She had never felt so confused in her life. She was confused as to what was going on with Harry. *Why is he still acting that way towards me? I thought we talked about us.* She absentmindedly opened the office door and walked in, oblivious to the person who was standing there. So oblivious that she walked straight at him.
Hermione screamed as she fell backwards. She closed her eyes and tried to cling on anything that might help her not fall. Luckily, a pair of strong arms grabbed her waist and stopped her from hitting the ground. She wrapped her arms around the person's neck and slowly opened her eyes. She still wasn't standing. She was bent backward with the strong arms holding her steady, and him leaning over to her. Hermione smiled gratefully at him.
"Draco," she whispered.
"Didn't I tell you before to watch where you're going?" he said with a smirk.
Hermione nodded. "I'm sorry," she said, still in a whisper. She was still recovering from the little shock she had from bumping into someone.
Draco smiled at her and steadied her on her feet. He let her go and went to get his stuff on the desk.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
"I could ask you the same thing," he said, sitting down on one of the chairs.
"Well, um, I forgot my books here so I'm getting them," she said, grabbing her books and flipping through them.
"I'm doing the same thing. Are you sure you're not just following me, Granger?" he asked with a smirk again.
Hermione looked up at him with a confused and somewhat hurt expression. *He's acting like nothing happened. He called me Granger.*
"And why would I do that, Malfoy? I have better things to do than follow guys around," she snapped. "And if I do follow guys, why would it be you? There are a lot of guys out there who doesn't have attitude in them." She hurriedly went to leave. She didn't want to fight with Draco. It would only confuse her feelings more.
Draco merely grinned at her. "You get mad easily, don't you?"
Hermione stopped walking and slowly turned around. She took one look at him and understood that he was only teasing her. "I don't understand you sometimes, you know that?"
"Don't you?" he said and then exaggerated. "Her-my-OWN-ee?"
She narrowed her eyes a little at him. "You just love making me mad, don't you?"
"More like teasing," he corrected her.
Hermione put her books down on the table strongly that a loud thud echoed across the room. She started towards him and leaned across him, her hands resting on the armrests of the chair. Hermione's face was inches away from his.
"Why?" she asked, almost a whisper.
Draco didn't answer her. He was too busy looking at her lips. *I can just kiss her. Right now. But.* Hermione saw his gaze and felt uncomfortable at how close they were. She immediately backed away and stood straight, a blush rising to her cheeks.
She got her books and started out for the door, when Draco caught her wrist, making her turn around and come face to face with him.
"What is it?" Hermione asked softly.
Draco looked at her, into her eyes. They were only inches away from each other. And Draco couldn't think properly. *What's happening to me? What am I feeling?* "We haven't had the chance to talk," he said very quietly.
*Oh, so you care now?* "We don't have anything to talk about," Hermione said.
"Hermione, about what happened yesterday." Draco began still softly.
Hermione returned back to reality all of a sudden and realized that they were too close to each other...again. She wriggled her wrist free from his grasp and stood back.
"It's okay, Draco. Nothing happened yesterday," she said, looking away. "It was a mistake," she added in a whisper.
With this, Hermione left the room. She just couldn't bear to hear him say that it meant nothing so she just said it herself. She stopped walking. *Why am I doing this to myself? Here I am on the verge of maybe being in love and I'm stopping myself.*
*I thought you said you wished you never loved at all?* a part of her mind said.
*Yes. But that was because I was really hurt.*
*And you think you won't get hurt now?*
*This is different.*
*Are you admitting your feelings for Draco then?*
Hermione thought really hard. *Do I have feelings for him?*
*Oh yes. Deny all you want. You're telling me this is different. You're not even ready to admit that you do have feelings for him. Why are you so afraid?*
*I do have feelings for him.*
Hermione quickly turned around and headed back for the prefects' office. *Screw History of Magic.* She hurriedly muttered the password and walked in with a really excited but nervous smile on her face. But when she looked around, her smile disappeared.
"He already left," Hermione said resignedly to no one in particular.
She sat down for a while, and then glanced at the wall clock. *It would be pointless to go to class now, since it will be ending in a couple of minutes.* She put her arms on the table and buried her face on them.
**
"Hermione!" Ron called.
Hermione turned around and gave her best friend a big hug, a hug that she desperately wanted to have. Ron was a bit surprised but reciprocated the hug. He rested his chin on her head and patted her back.
"How have you been?" Ron asked, taking a good look at her.
She looked like she hasn't been doing well. Her, now, long, straight, silky hair, was tied into a messy pony tail and there were bags under her eyes.
"I take it you're not doing too well," Ron said.
"I'm just...stressed," she answered. "You know that we're planning the ball."
"Yeah. I heard," he said. "So who's your date?"
Hermione sighed exasperatedly. "Don't get mad, okay?"
"Wait-don't tell me..." Ron began as Hermione nodded. "Malfoy?!"
Hermione didn't say anything and just watched Ron react. "Malfoy?! Why Malfoy?"
"Because Justin and Padma decided to go together. Ron, please don't get mad. He's really not that bad," she pleaded.
Ron closed his eyes and took deep breaths. Then he opened his eyes and said to her, "Okay. If you say so." Hermione grinned at him. "So what's up?"
"What do you mean?"
"I know something's wrong."
"I'm-I'm...frustrated, Ron," she said finally.
"Why? What's wrong?" he asked, putting an arm around her shoulders.
"There's this guy," she said with difficulty. "And well, we didn't really used to get along, but now...we do and well..."
"Well?" Ron said, telling her to continue.
"I think-I think I'm feeling something for him. Something...different. You know, not just the normal feelings you have for a friend," she said hurriedly.
"What happened?"
"We almost kissed," she said, almost a whisper.
Ron didn't say anything. Hermione looked at him, waiting for his response. He only looked at her blankly.
"Aren't you going to say anything?" Hermione asked him.
"What do you want me to say?" Ron asked.
"I don't know. Something encouraging," Hermione said. "Like tell me what to do or something."
"You're the only one who would know what to do. This is your feelings, Hermione. Not mine. You would know best how to deal with them," he said.
She sighed and rested her head on his shoulder. "You're right, Ron."
They became quiet and just sat there beside each other. Shortly after, Hermione broke the silence.
"And, Ron?"
"Yeah?
"Thanks!"
**
Hermione cautiously walked in the common room, hoping that Draco wasn't there. She did admit to having feelings for him. But, she just didn't know what to do about it. She wasn't even sure if she was going to do something about it. She and Draco were just too different. She was a Gryffindor and he, a Slytherin. He's most especially a Malfoy. She began to relax when...
"Hermione."
She turned around slowly and saw Malfoy walking in the common room. She watched him apprehensively as he approached her.
"What is it?" she asked, willing herself to calm down.
"We need to talk about what happened," he said.
"I told you nothing happened. There's nothing to talk about," she said. "It was a mistake." She quickly turned around but Draco stopped her by grabbing her arm.
She faced him again and he let go of her.
"Just so you know," he said. "It wasn't a mistake."
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Chapter 11
Hermione didn't know what to think of that Harry's kiss to her. So she just smiled at him and walked towards the prefects' office. She had never felt so confused in her life. She was confused as to what was going on with Harry. *Why is he still acting that way towards me? I thought we talked about us.* She absentmindedly opened the office door and walked in, oblivious to the person who was standing there. So oblivious that she walked straight at him.
Hermione screamed as she fell backwards. She closed her eyes and tried to cling on anything that might help her not fall. Luckily, a pair of strong arms grabbed her waist and stopped her from hitting the ground. She wrapped her arms around the person's neck and slowly opened her eyes. She still wasn't standing. She was bent backward with the strong arms holding her steady, and him leaning over to her. Hermione smiled gratefully at him.
"Draco," she whispered.
"Didn't I tell you before to watch where you're going?" he said with a smirk.
Hermione nodded. "I'm sorry," she said, still in a whisper. She was still recovering from the little shock she had from bumping into someone.
Draco smiled at her and steadied her on her feet. He let her go and went to get his stuff on the desk.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
"I could ask you the same thing," he said, sitting down on one of the chairs.
"Well, um, I forgot my books here so I'm getting them," she said, grabbing her books and flipping through them.
"I'm doing the same thing. Are you sure you're not just following me, Granger?" he asked with a smirk again.
Hermione looked up at him with a confused and somewhat hurt expression. *He's acting like nothing happened. He called me Granger.*
"And why would I do that, Malfoy? I have better things to do than follow guys around," she snapped. "And if I do follow guys, why would it be you? There are a lot of guys out there who doesn't have attitude in them." She hurriedly went to leave. She didn't want to fight with Draco. It would only confuse her feelings more.
Draco merely grinned at her. "You get mad easily, don't you?"
Hermione stopped walking and slowly turned around. She took one look at him and understood that he was only teasing her. "I don't understand you sometimes, you know that?"
"Don't you?" he said and then exaggerated. "Her-my-OWN-ee?"
She narrowed her eyes a little at him. "You just love making me mad, don't you?"
"More like teasing," he corrected her.
Hermione put her books down on the table strongly that a loud thud echoed across the room. She started towards him and leaned across him, her hands resting on the armrests of the chair. Hermione's face was inches away from his.
"Why?" she asked, almost a whisper.
Draco didn't answer her. He was too busy looking at her lips. *I can just kiss her. Right now. But.* Hermione saw his gaze and felt uncomfortable at how close they were. She immediately backed away and stood straight, a blush rising to her cheeks.
She got her books and started out for the door, when Draco caught her wrist, making her turn around and come face to face with him.
"What is it?" Hermione asked softly.
Draco looked at her, into her eyes. They were only inches away from each other. And Draco couldn't think properly. *What's happening to me? What am I feeling?* "We haven't had the chance to talk," he said very quietly.
*Oh, so you care now?* "We don't have anything to talk about," Hermione said.
"Hermione, about what happened yesterday." Draco began still softly.
Hermione returned back to reality all of a sudden and realized that they were too close to each other...again. She wriggled her wrist free from his grasp and stood back.
"It's okay, Draco. Nothing happened yesterday," she said, looking away. "It was a mistake," she added in a whisper.
With this, Hermione left the room. She just couldn't bear to hear him say that it meant nothing so she just said it herself. She stopped walking. *Why am I doing this to myself? Here I am on the verge of maybe being in love and I'm stopping myself.*
*I thought you said you wished you never loved at all?* a part of her mind said.
*Yes. But that was because I was really hurt.*
*And you think you won't get hurt now?*
*This is different.*
*Are you admitting your feelings for Draco then?*
Hermione thought really hard. *Do I have feelings for him?*
*Oh yes. Deny all you want. You're telling me this is different. You're not even ready to admit that you do have feelings for him. Why are you so afraid?*
*I do have feelings for him.*
Hermione quickly turned around and headed back for the prefects' office. *Screw History of Magic.* She hurriedly muttered the password and walked in with a really excited but nervous smile on her face. But when she looked around, her smile disappeared.
"He already left," Hermione said resignedly to no one in particular.
She sat down for a while, and then glanced at the wall clock. *It would be pointless to go to class now, since it will be ending in a couple of minutes.* She put her arms on the table and buried her face on them.
**
"Hermione!" Ron called.
Hermione turned around and gave her best friend a big hug, a hug that she desperately wanted to have. Ron was a bit surprised but reciprocated the hug. He rested his chin on her head and patted her back.
"How have you been?" Ron asked, taking a good look at her.
She looked like she hasn't been doing well. Her, now, long, straight, silky hair, was tied into a messy pony tail and there were bags under her eyes.
"I take it you're not doing too well," Ron said.
"I'm just...stressed," she answered. "You know that we're planning the ball."
"Yeah. I heard," he said. "So who's your date?"
Hermione sighed exasperatedly. "Don't get mad, okay?"
"Wait-don't tell me..." Ron began as Hermione nodded. "Malfoy?!"
Hermione didn't say anything and just watched Ron react. "Malfoy?! Why Malfoy?"
"Because Justin and Padma decided to go together. Ron, please don't get mad. He's really not that bad," she pleaded.
Ron closed his eyes and took deep breaths. Then he opened his eyes and said to her, "Okay. If you say so." Hermione grinned at him. "So what's up?"
"What do you mean?"
"I know something's wrong."
"I'm-I'm...frustrated, Ron," she said finally.
"Why? What's wrong?" he asked, putting an arm around her shoulders.
"There's this guy," she said with difficulty. "And well, we didn't really used to get along, but now...we do and well..."
"Well?" Ron said, telling her to continue.
"I think-I think I'm feeling something for him. Something...different. You know, not just the normal feelings you have for a friend," she said hurriedly.
"What happened?"
"We almost kissed," she said, almost a whisper.
Ron didn't say anything. Hermione looked at him, waiting for his response. He only looked at her blankly.
"Aren't you going to say anything?" Hermione asked him.
"What do you want me to say?" Ron asked.
"I don't know. Something encouraging," Hermione said. "Like tell me what to do or something."
"You're the only one who would know what to do. This is your feelings, Hermione. Not mine. You would know best how to deal with them," he said.
She sighed and rested her head on his shoulder. "You're right, Ron."
They became quiet and just sat there beside each other. Shortly after, Hermione broke the silence.
"And, Ron?"
"Yeah?
"Thanks!"
**
Hermione cautiously walked in the common room, hoping that Draco wasn't there. She did admit to having feelings for him. But, she just didn't know what to do about it. She wasn't even sure if she was going to do something about it. She and Draco were just too different. She was a Gryffindor and he, a Slytherin. He's most especially a Malfoy. She began to relax when...
"Hermione."
She turned around slowly and saw Malfoy walking in the common room. She watched him apprehensively as he approached her.
"What is it?" she asked, willing herself to calm down.
"We need to talk about what happened," he said.
"I told you nothing happened. There's nothing to talk about," she said. "It was a mistake." She quickly turned around but Draco stopped her by grabbing her arm.
She faced him again and he let go of her.
"Just so you know," he said. "It wasn't a mistake."