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Discoveries-17-The Fight
"Hermione."
Hermione stirred a bit. He gently nudged her. She moaned. "It's time to get up, Hermione," Draco whispered.
"Whatimesit?"
"Time to get up."
She opened her eyes and looked at him, sitting there smiling. "We have class in an hour, and you still haven't eaten breakfast."
"Have you?" she asked, climbing out of her bed and going to her closet.
"No, I was waiting for you," he said, still sitting on the edge of her bed, watching her.
She smiled at him. "Thanks," and continued getting ready. "Draco?"
"Mmm?" he said looking up at her face, from a lower part on her body where his eyes previously were.
"Could you... er... go? While I get ready?" she requested.
"Oh, sure."
~*~*~
In the great hall, people had already eaten, except for Harry and Ron who came in after they got there, saw her, and sat at the opposite end of the table. All through the meal, they kept looking over at her, disgusted. Finally, after not being able to handle it anymore, she stood up and went to class early, Draco following behind.
"How come you left?" he asked.
"Didn't you see Harry and Ron staring at me?"
"Not really... I was busy eating, so I could come over to your table sooner," he replied.
"Oh."
"Why hello, Hermione! Good ter see yeh again!" Hagrid said as they approached the paddock. "How come yer so early, eh?"
"Oh... I just finished breakfast early and didn't want to sit in there any longer so I just came here instead."
"Say, where're Harry and Ron at? Haven' seen them yet."
"Still eating."
"No, we're right here, Hagrid," Harry said, walking from behind her and over to Hagrid, with Ron.
"Oh, there you are," she said.
They didn't say anything, but merely looked at her. This hurt her. She didn't show it, but it truely did. Her best friends were against her just because of Draco!
~*~*~
"Draco, we need to talk," Hermione said that night, as they sat in their common room doing homework. She got up from the table she had been sitting at, and moved over to the fireplace where Draco sat.
"What's up?" he asked, putting his books and quills aside.
"I don't think this is a good idea."
"What's not?"
"Us."
"W-We're not?" he stuttered.
She nodded.
"How come?" he asked.
"Because."
"Because why?"
"Because we just aren't okay?!"
"Mione, you're going to have to give me a better answer than that. I don't understand what you mean."
"And don't call me Mione!"
"Why not? What would you rather I called you? Granger? Mudblood?" he asked, annoyed.
"No, I would not rather you called me mudblood, Malfoy!" she hissed.
"Oh, so we're back to last names then... I get it... Granger."
"Yes, we are."
"Do you mind elaborating? On that whole thing earlier? I'm still not sure I understand... Should I understand when you come over and say we're through, and we're back to last names now? Am I stupid or something?"
"No, you shouldn't, but I shouldn't need to explain myself to you."
"What can I do to get you to tell me?"
"Absolutely nothing."
"So, you'll just tell me then?"
"No! I never said that!"
"But you just said-"
"Listen, Malfoy, are you going to bug me about this all night until I tell you?"
"Maybe... maybe not. But I do believe I deserve a reason!"
"Fine, then! I'll tell you! It's YOUR fault my best friends hate me! It's YOUR fault my whole house is against me! It's your fault my reputation is ruined! Everything's your fault!" she screamed.
"You're right. It is my fault," he said, sincerely. "It's completely my fault I fell in love with you." He sat there for a moment, letting it sink in a bit, before he got up and left. Left her there to think about this.
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Discoveries-17-The Fight
"Hermione."
Hermione stirred a bit. He gently nudged her. She moaned. "It's time to get up, Hermione," Draco whispered.
"Whatimesit?"
"Time to get up."
She opened her eyes and looked at him, sitting there smiling. "We have class in an hour, and you still haven't eaten breakfast."
"Have you?" she asked, climbing out of her bed and going to her closet.
"No, I was waiting for you," he said, still sitting on the edge of her bed, watching her.
She smiled at him. "Thanks," and continued getting ready. "Draco?"
"Mmm?" he said looking up at her face, from a lower part on her body where his eyes previously were.
"Could you... er... go? While I get ready?" she requested.
"Oh, sure."
~*~*~
In the great hall, people had already eaten, except for Harry and Ron who came in after they got there, saw her, and sat at the opposite end of the table. All through the meal, they kept looking over at her, disgusted. Finally, after not being able to handle it anymore, she stood up and went to class early, Draco following behind.
"How come you left?" he asked.
"Didn't you see Harry and Ron staring at me?"
"Not really... I was busy eating, so I could come over to your table sooner," he replied.
"Oh."
"Why hello, Hermione! Good ter see yeh again!" Hagrid said as they approached the paddock. "How come yer so early, eh?"
"Oh... I just finished breakfast early and didn't want to sit in there any longer so I just came here instead."
"Say, where're Harry and Ron at? Haven' seen them yet."
"Still eating."
"No, we're right here, Hagrid," Harry said, walking from behind her and over to Hagrid, with Ron.
"Oh, there you are," she said.
They didn't say anything, but merely looked at her. This hurt her. She didn't show it, but it truely did. Her best friends were against her just because of Draco!
~*~*~
"Draco, we need to talk," Hermione said that night, as they sat in their common room doing homework. She got up from the table she had been sitting at, and moved over to the fireplace where Draco sat.
"What's up?" he asked, putting his books and quills aside.
"I don't think this is a good idea."
"What's not?"
"Us."
"W-We're not?" he stuttered.
She nodded.
"How come?" he asked.
"Because."
"Because why?"
"Because we just aren't okay?!"
"Mione, you're going to have to give me a better answer than that. I don't understand what you mean."
"And don't call me Mione!"
"Why not? What would you rather I called you? Granger? Mudblood?" he asked, annoyed.
"No, I would not rather you called me mudblood, Malfoy!" she hissed.
"Oh, so we're back to last names then... I get it... Granger."
"Yes, we are."
"Do you mind elaborating? On that whole thing earlier? I'm still not sure I understand... Should I understand when you come over and say we're through, and we're back to last names now? Am I stupid or something?"
"No, you shouldn't, but I shouldn't need to explain myself to you."
"What can I do to get you to tell me?"
"Absolutely nothing."
"So, you'll just tell me then?"
"No! I never said that!"
"But you just said-"
"Listen, Malfoy, are you going to bug me about this all night until I tell you?"
"Maybe... maybe not. But I do believe I deserve a reason!"
"Fine, then! I'll tell you! It's YOUR fault my best friends hate me! It's YOUR fault my whole house is against me! It's your fault my reputation is ruined! Everything's your fault!" she screamed.
"You're right. It is my fault," he said, sincerely. "It's completely my fault I fell in love with you." He sat there for a moment, letting it sink in a bit, before he got up and left. Left her there to think about this.
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