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(Reminder: None of the characters belong to me, they belong to, as you know Ms. J.K Rowling, author of the stupendous Harry Potter books :D)
Draco sat in front of the fire, staring intently at the flames. He'd considered going back to Hermione's common room to fetch his journal, but decided he couldn't risk being caught by Filch. It was probably too late now anyway. He was sure that Hermione would of already read his journal and found out about his true feelings towards her. He had to stay out of Hermione's way. Avoid her. At all costs.
Before, he thought that he might have had a chance but now he was sure he didn't. Hermione would of read his true thoughts and she would of thought back to all those times he had been so cruel towards her and realized that she deserved better. Right now, Draco was guessing that even Weasley had a better chance of being with Hermione, in that way, than he did. Draco looked at his hands, and he suddenly had the strongest urge draw. He picked up a spare notebook and started to draw someone he had never drawn before. himself.
His drawings brought out the person on the inside, and he had always been scared that if he drew himself he would see what kind of person he was. He didn't want to look at the drawing and see a cruel, heartless person who cares about no one else. Now he realized that that wasn't who he was, he was something better than that. He wasn't a great person, but Hermione had helped him want to become someone better.
He finished a rough-sketch in a matter of minutes, but before he had time to examine it Hermione entered the common room. Draco was shocked to see her in the Slytherin common room, as she herself was a Gryffindor.
"How'd you get in here?" he asked as she walked over to him.
"The Heads get the passwords to all the common rooms, just incase there's a problem. you know?" she replied calmly. Draco guessed there hadn't been a problem in the past 7 years because he had never seen a Head- boy or Head-girl enter the Slytherin common room.
"Err. Well then. Oh you brought my pack!" Draco said, noticing what Hermione was carrying.
"Yes I did. And I needed to talk to you about something." Hermione said seriously. She had red it after all then.
"What about?" he asked casually.
"Err. well. I know you have. feelings for me." She said finally, drawing it out so that it took a very long time to say.
"I don't." he said stubbornly.
"Malfoy, I read it in your journal, I know you do," she said knowingly, "If you'd just let me talk for a second."
"I don't." he said yet again, "and don't try to make it sound like I do. I don't like muggle-borns that way. You're a great person Hermione, and I you're a great friend of mine. but you know that "we" could never happen."
"And why not?" she asked furiously.
"It just can't," he said, "and besides, I don't like you like that. I've told you already."
"Well fine then!" and with that, she stomped out of the common room, leaving Draco's pack behind her on the floor.
Draco opened his bag, and all his books were still there. The only thing missing from the backpack was his drawing of Hermione. He looked sadly at the portrait that Hermione had left open in her rage. It wasn't his fault. He had to protect her, from himself. He would only hurt her. He didn't deserve someone as good as her. And besides that. What would his father say? He had spent years trying to please his father, and no matter what he did it still wasn't good enough. He couldn't set himself back that much, just because he had a relationship with a muggle-born.
Hermione ran up to her bedroom and cried. For once she had not felt at ease on her giant, comfy bed. She looked around her and saw that Ron had left a letter on her bed, along with one of her favourite chocolates. Well she didn't care about his stupid apologies. All she could think about was Draco and what he had said. She knew he had feelings for her. What was his problem? Why do boys always have to act so damn confusing?
After thinking about what had happened, she finally decided she knew what Draco had been thinking. His father wouldn't accept it. It was because she was muggle-born, she had bad blood, and even though Draco knew she was a good person, some of his father's prejudiced had warn off on him. He cared way too much about what his father thinks. She couldn't believe how prejudiced he was being! After all. she was still a witch. and even if she wasn't! It shouldn't matter "what" she is. All that should matter is that he loved her. God, he made her so mad!
After 30 minutes of crying, she got out the drawing of herself again. She looked at it and saw yet again the emotions in her eyes. She was in love, and even before anything had happened she'd had her heart broken. How could someone who seemed so nice be so horrible? She knew Draco's father was behind a lot of it, but still. he should stand up to his dad, he said he loved her didn't he?
And then it struck her. Maybe it wasn't his father after all! I mean he wrote a lot about standing up to him in his journal. Maybe he just didn't like her anymore. Maybe while they had studied together he saw something in her he didn't like. Maybe she was too brainy? Or not pretty enough. She hadn't really thought about her clothes. Or maybe she talked too much, or she was too bossy. She heard that bossiness bothered boys. Well then. That settles it. She can't change that he doesn't like her. She'll just have to deal with it. And go talk to Harry. He'll understand.
She walked out the portrait hole and went on her way to Gryffindor Tower.
(Reminder: None of the characters belong to me, they belong to, as you know Ms. J.K Rowling, author of the stupendous Harry Potter books :D)
Draco sat in front of the fire, staring intently at the flames. He'd considered going back to Hermione's common room to fetch his journal, but decided he couldn't risk being caught by Filch. It was probably too late now anyway. He was sure that Hermione would of already read his journal and found out about his true feelings towards her. He had to stay out of Hermione's way. Avoid her. At all costs.
Before, he thought that he might have had a chance but now he was sure he didn't. Hermione would of read his true thoughts and she would of thought back to all those times he had been so cruel towards her and realized that she deserved better. Right now, Draco was guessing that even Weasley had a better chance of being with Hermione, in that way, than he did. Draco looked at his hands, and he suddenly had the strongest urge draw. He picked up a spare notebook and started to draw someone he had never drawn before. himself.
His drawings brought out the person on the inside, and he had always been scared that if he drew himself he would see what kind of person he was. He didn't want to look at the drawing and see a cruel, heartless person who cares about no one else. Now he realized that that wasn't who he was, he was something better than that. He wasn't a great person, but Hermione had helped him want to become someone better.
He finished a rough-sketch in a matter of minutes, but before he had time to examine it Hermione entered the common room. Draco was shocked to see her in the Slytherin common room, as she herself was a Gryffindor.
"How'd you get in here?" he asked as she walked over to him.
"The Heads get the passwords to all the common rooms, just incase there's a problem. you know?" she replied calmly. Draco guessed there hadn't been a problem in the past 7 years because he had never seen a Head- boy or Head-girl enter the Slytherin common room.
"Err. Well then. Oh you brought my pack!" Draco said, noticing what Hermione was carrying.
"Yes I did. And I needed to talk to you about something." Hermione said seriously. She had red it after all then.
"What about?" he asked casually.
"Err. well. I know you have. feelings for me." She said finally, drawing it out so that it took a very long time to say.
"I don't." he said stubbornly.
"Malfoy, I read it in your journal, I know you do," she said knowingly, "If you'd just let me talk for a second."
"I don't." he said yet again, "and don't try to make it sound like I do. I don't like muggle-borns that way. You're a great person Hermione, and I you're a great friend of mine. but you know that "we" could never happen."
"And why not?" she asked furiously.
"It just can't," he said, "and besides, I don't like you like that. I've told you already."
"Well fine then!" and with that, she stomped out of the common room, leaving Draco's pack behind her on the floor.
Draco opened his bag, and all his books were still there. The only thing missing from the backpack was his drawing of Hermione. He looked sadly at the portrait that Hermione had left open in her rage. It wasn't his fault. He had to protect her, from himself. He would only hurt her. He didn't deserve someone as good as her. And besides that. What would his father say? He had spent years trying to please his father, and no matter what he did it still wasn't good enough. He couldn't set himself back that much, just because he had a relationship with a muggle-born.
Hermione ran up to her bedroom and cried. For once she had not felt at ease on her giant, comfy bed. She looked around her and saw that Ron had left a letter on her bed, along with one of her favourite chocolates. Well she didn't care about his stupid apologies. All she could think about was Draco and what he had said. She knew he had feelings for her. What was his problem? Why do boys always have to act so damn confusing?
After thinking about what had happened, she finally decided she knew what Draco had been thinking. His father wouldn't accept it. It was because she was muggle-born, she had bad blood, and even though Draco knew she was a good person, some of his father's prejudiced had warn off on him. He cared way too much about what his father thinks. She couldn't believe how prejudiced he was being! After all. she was still a witch. and even if she wasn't! It shouldn't matter "what" she is. All that should matter is that he loved her. God, he made her so mad!
After 30 minutes of crying, she got out the drawing of herself again. She looked at it and saw yet again the emotions in her eyes. She was in love, and even before anything had happened she'd had her heart broken. How could someone who seemed so nice be so horrible? She knew Draco's father was behind a lot of it, but still. he should stand up to his dad, he said he loved her didn't he?
And then it struck her. Maybe it wasn't his father after all! I mean he wrote a lot about standing up to him in his journal. Maybe he just didn't like her anymore. Maybe while they had studied together he saw something in her he didn't like. Maybe she was too brainy? Or not pretty enough. She hadn't really thought about her clothes. Or maybe she talked too much, or she was too bossy. She heard that bossiness bothered boys. Well then. That settles it. She can't change that he doesn't like her. She'll just have to deal with it. And go talk to Harry. He'll understand.
She walked out the portrait hole and went on her way to Gryffindor Tower.