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Chapter 3
An hour later they still weren't studying. Hermione had seen over half of Draco's drawings, and they just kept getting more amazing. She had never met anyone who could sketch like this. She knew if he wanted he could be an amazing artist. She asked him why he didn't just didn't pursue a career in art.
"Well. My dad might accept it if I become a Hogwart's teacher, but he will never, ever accept it if I become an artist," Malfoy sighed, "It's a dead end career. doesn't pay well. I'd probably lose my inheritance as well."
"Do you always just do what your father accepts?" Hermione asked. She was pretty sure that a friendship with a muggle-born would be considered unacceptable in the Malfoy's house.
"Obviously not," he said suddenly, "I mean I'm here aren't I? No. It's just that he's right. Anyway, I think it would be fun to be an art teacher, and maybe if I Dumbledore doesn't like my idea I could just go teach at a muggle school. I hear they teach art."
"Well if you'd consider teaching at a muggle school you obviously aren't not becoming an artist because of your father. Do you not want to be an artist?"
"I do. I'm just not good enough," he said sadly, "I'm not good enough at anything or for anyone." That seemed to press a nerve and he got up and left the common room and didn't say another word to the confused Hermione. She looked down at the table and realized he'd left all his belongings behind.
Malfoy speed-walked through the hallway. He didn't want Hermione to chase after him and see his face. He could feel the tears growing in his eyes, but he fought them. He knew he wasn't good enough to be with Hermione, and it was killing him on the inside. Sure, when she was going out with Weasley it seemed plausible. It wasn't like it was ever going to happen anyway. But now. It was in reach. They were close. But she deserved better.
He entered his dormitory, and sprawled out on his bed. Hermione probably thinks that he's insane, getting up and leaving like that with no reason to do so. Every time he has a chance to be around Hermione he messes it up. But she really liked his art. especially that picture of her, the one where she's thinking about. well, he hoped it was him who she was thinking of. Whoever she was thinking of was someone she liked a great deal. He just hoped it wasn't Weasley. He reached for his journal so he could write about what had happened in Hermione's common room.
It wasn't there. Where did he leave his stuff? Then it dawned on him. All his drawings, his schoolbooks and his journal were still with Hermione. But she wouldn't look through them; she is much too honest to do something like that. He would. He would look through her things if she had left them behind. But he was a horrible person and she wasn't, she was perfect. He finally decided that she was human, and she probably would go through his things. She would find his journal, read his thoughts about her and be absolutely disgusted with the idea of being with someone like him. He couldn't help but start crying this time.
Hermione opened up Draco's bag. She knew she shouldn't snoop through his things, but it may tell her what was wrong today. She was sure it was somehow connected to his horrible father. Every time the subject of Mr. Malfoy was brought up, Draco would quickly change the topic. She knew that Draco, was intimidated by his father and she believed that Mr. Malfoy was the one who made Draco think he was inferior.
In his bag Hermione found one notebook smaller than the rest. She opened it up and saw right away that it was a journal. It was written in invisible ink, but of course she knew how to make it appear. As soon as the words appeared on the journal, she saw that it dated way back to second year. The very first entry went like this:
Hermione Granger is starting to look pretty good. And she's very smart. and nice. and funny. She's the prettiest girl at Hogwarts. But I don't like her. She's muggle-born.
As it she went through the journal, the entries became more and more developed, and she guessed, they were becoming more honest. His summer entries were full information on his dad, and how horrible he is to Draco (even if Draco didn't think he was all that horrible). His school entries were mostly about her. Hermione couldn't believe that Draco had had a crush on her since 2nd year. After all, he had been so horrible to her.
She saw the entries about Ron. Draco didn't seem to think they made a cute couple at all. He talked about how Ron never appreciated her, and that he was much less than deserving of the affections from Hermione. After she and Weasley had broken up his entries changed a lot. He talked a lot more about how he was not deserving of Hermione, and that he couldn't believe she was talking to him so much. He wrote that he didn't even understand why she would want to be his friend. His last entry was the longest yet.
Tonight I'm meeting with Hermione to study for Transfiguration, in her common room. We'll be alone. I don't know why she would suggest her common room as an ideal place to work. I'm not letting myself get any ideas, I'm sure she did it because, as she said, it is much too noisy in the library. I think I should tell her how I feel tonight, but I probably won't be able to. I am such a coward. The worst she can do is turn me down. but that would be the worst thing that could happen to me ever.
Even if I don't tell her how I feel about her, I still want to talk about some things with her. Some of my problems at home. Things like that. Things I have never told anybody. I trust that she won't tell anyone else about what I say, she is after all very trust-worthy. (Hermione felt a pang of guilt; here she was reading his journal without his permission.) I'm still not sure why she wants to be with me ever, even if it's just studying.
I finished my latest drawing of her. She looks beautiful, even if it is just a sketch. I can see what she's thinking. Well not exactly, but I can tell she is thinking about someone she loves, about someone she'd do anything for. I can't help but wish with all my heart that she is thinking about me. But of course she isn't, in fact she's probably thinking about that moron, Weasley. Why would anyone break-up with someone as wonderful as Hermione? I wouldn't. Ever. I can't believe he hurt her. She doesn't deserve to be hurt by anyone. I love her so much, with all my heart and soul.
Hermione stared at the journal with a blank look on her face as the final 11 words sunk in. He loved her? Even when he had been so horrible to her, and made her feel so bad about herself, he'd loved her. A month ago this would have been horrible and shocking, but now it actually made sense, and she didn't hate that Draco had feelings for her. She was happy that he loved her. Did she love him? She couldn't tell. She certainly got butterflies in her stomach when she saw him, and his words always transfixed and compelled her. But love? As she pictured Draco in her mind, her knees got a bit weak. She did. or at the very least, she liked him a great deal more than she'd ever liked anyone else. Even Ron.
Ron Weasley walked through the portrait hole and saw Hermione there, putting books into a bag. Malfoy was no where to be seen so he decided it would be a good time to talk to her.
"Hermione?" he asked, "I need to talk to you if that's alright."
"Actually Ron, it's not," she said stubbornly, "I need to leave, Draco forgot his books, and I'm bringing them to him." This was the first time she had not looked at Ron and had a great sadness wash over her. She got up and walked out of the common room with her head held high. She had gotten over him, and it hadn't taken that long at all.
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Chapter 3
An hour later they still weren't studying. Hermione had seen over half of Draco's drawings, and they just kept getting more amazing. She had never met anyone who could sketch like this. She knew if he wanted he could be an amazing artist. She asked him why he didn't just didn't pursue a career in art.
"Well. My dad might accept it if I become a Hogwart's teacher, but he will never, ever accept it if I become an artist," Malfoy sighed, "It's a dead end career. doesn't pay well. I'd probably lose my inheritance as well."
"Do you always just do what your father accepts?" Hermione asked. She was pretty sure that a friendship with a muggle-born would be considered unacceptable in the Malfoy's house.
"Obviously not," he said suddenly, "I mean I'm here aren't I? No. It's just that he's right. Anyway, I think it would be fun to be an art teacher, and maybe if I Dumbledore doesn't like my idea I could just go teach at a muggle school. I hear they teach art."
"Well if you'd consider teaching at a muggle school you obviously aren't not becoming an artist because of your father. Do you not want to be an artist?"
"I do. I'm just not good enough," he said sadly, "I'm not good enough at anything or for anyone." That seemed to press a nerve and he got up and left the common room and didn't say another word to the confused Hermione. She looked down at the table and realized he'd left all his belongings behind.
Malfoy speed-walked through the hallway. He didn't want Hermione to chase after him and see his face. He could feel the tears growing in his eyes, but he fought them. He knew he wasn't good enough to be with Hermione, and it was killing him on the inside. Sure, when she was going out with Weasley it seemed plausible. It wasn't like it was ever going to happen anyway. But now. It was in reach. They were close. But she deserved better.
He entered his dormitory, and sprawled out on his bed. Hermione probably thinks that he's insane, getting up and leaving like that with no reason to do so. Every time he has a chance to be around Hermione he messes it up. But she really liked his art. especially that picture of her, the one where she's thinking about. well, he hoped it was him who she was thinking of. Whoever she was thinking of was someone she liked a great deal. He just hoped it wasn't Weasley. He reached for his journal so he could write about what had happened in Hermione's common room.
It wasn't there. Where did he leave his stuff? Then it dawned on him. All his drawings, his schoolbooks and his journal were still with Hermione. But she wouldn't look through them; she is much too honest to do something like that. He would. He would look through her things if she had left them behind. But he was a horrible person and she wasn't, she was perfect. He finally decided that she was human, and she probably would go through his things. She would find his journal, read his thoughts about her and be absolutely disgusted with the idea of being with someone like him. He couldn't help but start crying this time.
Hermione opened up Draco's bag. She knew she shouldn't snoop through his things, but it may tell her what was wrong today. She was sure it was somehow connected to his horrible father. Every time the subject of Mr. Malfoy was brought up, Draco would quickly change the topic. She knew that Draco, was intimidated by his father and she believed that Mr. Malfoy was the one who made Draco think he was inferior.
In his bag Hermione found one notebook smaller than the rest. She opened it up and saw right away that it was a journal. It was written in invisible ink, but of course she knew how to make it appear. As soon as the words appeared on the journal, she saw that it dated way back to second year. The very first entry went like this:
Hermione Granger is starting to look pretty good. And she's very smart. and nice. and funny. She's the prettiest girl at Hogwarts. But I don't like her. She's muggle-born.
As it she went through the journal, the entries became more and more developed, and she guessed, they were becoming more honest. His summer entries were full information on his dad, and how horrible he is to Draco (even if Draco didn't think he was all that horrible). His school entries were mostly about her. Hermione couldn't believe that Draco had had a crush on her since 2nd year. After all, he had been so horrible to her.
She saw the entries about Ron. Draco didn't seem to think they made a cute couple at all. He talked about how Ron never appreciated her, and that he was much less than deserving of the affections from Hermione. After she and Weasley had broken up his entries changed a lot. He talked a lot more about how he was not deserving of Hermione, and that he couldn't believe she was talking to him so much. He wrote that he didn't even understand why she would want to be his friend. His last entry was the longest yet.
Tonight I'm meeting with Hermione to study for Transfiguration, in her common room. We'll be alone. I don't know why she would suggest her common room as an ideal place to work. I'm not letting myself get any ideas, I'm sure she did it because, as she said, it is much too noisy in the library. I think I should tell her how I feel tonight, but I probably won't be able to. I am such a coward. The worst she can do is turn me down. but that would be the worst thing that could happen to me ever.
Even if I don't tell her how I feel about her, I still want to talk about some things with her. Some of my problems at home. Things like that. Things I have never told anybody. I trust that she won't tell anyone else about what I say, she is after all very trust-worthy. (Hermione felt a pang of guilt; here she was reading his journal without his permission.) I'm still not sure why she wants to be with me ever, even if it's just studying.
I finished my latest drawing of her. She looks beautiful, even if it is just a sketch. I can see what she's thinking. Well not exactly, but I can tell she is thinking about someone she loves, about someone she'd do anything for. I can't help but wish with all my heart that she is thinking about me. But of course she isn't, in fact she's probably thinking about that moron, Weasley. Why would anyone break-up with someone as wonderful as Hermione? I wouldn't. Ever. I can't believe he hurt her. She doesn't deserve to be hurt by anyone. I love her so much, with all my heart and soul.
Hermione stared at the journal with a blank look on her face as the final 11 words sunk in. He loved her? Even when he had been so horrible to her, and made her feel so bad about herself, he'd loved her. A month ago this would have been horrible and shocking, but now it actually made sense, and she didn't hate that Draco had feelings for her. She was happy that he loved her. Did she love him? She couldn't tell. She certainly got butterflies in her stomach when she saw him, and his words always transfixed and compelled her. But love? As she pictured Draco in her mind, her knees got a bit weak. She did. or at the very least, she liked him a great deal more than she'd ever liked anyone else. Even Ron.
Ron Weasley walked through the portrait hole and saw Hermione there, putting books into a bag. Malfoy was no where to be seen so he decided it would be a good time to talk to her.
"Hermione?" he asked, "I need to talk to you if that's alright."
"Actually Ron, it's not," she said stubbornly, "I need to leave, Draco forgot his books, and I'm bringing them to him." This was the first time she had not looked at Ron and had a great sadness wash over her. She got up and walked out of the common room with her head held high. She had gotten over him, and it hadn't taken that long at all.