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Anyway, I, believe it or not, do not own J.K. Rowling or Mark Schultz or
any of their works. I just throw them together in an attempt to create a
fic that is worth reading. Is it working?
"He packed his bags when he was just eighteen,
To see a world he thought he'd never seen.
He knew when he met her
That she was the girl
He'd been waiting for.
All the nights they spent talking on the front porch swing
Like it came straight out of a movie scene."
Draco balled the letter up in a frustrated manor. His father was such a stupid git. He would never understand that Draco simply had no interest in becoming a Death Eater. Since the second fall of Voldemort, Draco had known it would be foolish to join his father. Lucius really should be locked up at St. Mungo's, after his attempts at claiming the Dark Lord's old post as the most evil wizard ever. He was on his way to his meeting with Hermione, so he needed to calm down. He didn't want to hurt her anymore. He just wanted to make her feel safe with him, but then again, she probably thought he was some vicious Death Eater, mudblood hating loser from Slytherin. How could he ever get her to see past that?
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"Herm, I'm sorry, it's just, umm, I just." Harry said to his sobbing girlfriend, no, ex-girlfriend. He had to break up with her, though. There were so many reasons. First, they were so different. She had her schoolwork and prefect duties, he had his Quidditch and messing around with Ron. Second, he knew Ron wasn't happy with the situation. He had always been a bit jealous of all Harry's triumphs, it was obvious at times. Now, their female best friend likes him better. Third, Herm was still upset about the Potions incident. Harry had tried apologizing, but then again, she was partnered with Malfoy. If it were him, he would have done the same thing.
"Its fine, Harry, okay, fine! I need to go work on homework." She stamped out of the common room, still in tears. He watched her go, a pain of guilt spreading through him for what he did to her. He had made her cry.
"There, Ron, I hope you're happy now," he said in a whisper so that the table of third years next to him wouldn't hear. He wiped a tear from his blazing emerald eyes as the portrait swung shut.
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"Hello.you're late," Draco drawled with a grin. He had already made a silent -no-Mudblood vow with himself, but if he didn't insult her a little bit, she might think something was amiss. But when he looked up to a red eyed, handkerchief clutching Hermione, the grin slid off his face in an instant. "Uhh, Granger," he said, not sure if he should have called her that or Hermione.
'Wait, what am I thinking, I need to call her Granger! No matter what." he thought to himself.
"Are you, uhh, okay?" he finished with a hint of concern in his voice.
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She looked up to see his usually harsh gray eyes filling with concern. Without even thinking of what she was doing, she threw herself into his arms sobbing. She sniffed and cried without answering for a moment, trying to come up with an answer other than "No, the world hates me," which is what she was thinking at the time.
Finally, she gained enough composure to whisper out, still sobbing, "No, no, no! It's Harry. He, he, he b-broke up with me!" She buried her head back into his shoulder as her sobs redoubled. She felt terrible, and for the time being, didn't really care that she was being held by her worst enemy, telling him her feelings.
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Resisting the urge to say something fowl about Potter, as that was certain to upset Hermione more, he just drew his arms comfortingly around her and waited to have some epiphany of what he could say that would comfort her.
After several long moments where all that was heard was the muffled sound of Hermione's sobs, he said the best thing he could come up with. "Uhh, I don't want to sound rude or prying or anything, but why would he dump you?" Draco finally let out, wondering how she would answer. Oh, but he did want to pry, he wanted to know what was up and wanted to comfort her. This was his opportunity to fix everything he had done to torment her for the past six years.
"W-well," she hiccupped. "He said, uhh, he said he just n-needed to," she let out, as if not sure how to explain it. After a long silence, she looked straight up into his magnificent gray eyes and said suddenly, "What is that supposed to mean, Draco?"
'She called me Draco!' he thought to himself, for a second forgetting her troubles, but remembering them quickly when he saw her still staring up at him. As he was about to answer, she stopped him with a quick jerk back to reality, back to how everything was before that night.
"Oh my gods, what am I doing?" she gasped as she pulled away from him quickly. She turned on her heel and ran toward the lake, scattering a few Hufflepuff second years who were out for a stroll as she headed towards the lake. Draco, seeing the girl that he loved and cared about, though only in secret, grabbed his stuff off of the swing and peeled after the Head Girl, watching her luxuriant auburn hair catch some of the setting sun as she moved.
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She knew he was following her when she heard the yells of the Hufflepuffs as seemed to have knocked one of them over in his quest to catch up to her. She ran until she knew she was hidden by some of the trees, then threw her bag down and collapsed next to an old willow, though, to her luck, it was not the Whomping Willow.
He was calling for her now, somewhere nearby. "Hermione, come on, it's okay. I won't judge you. Please come out," he called in what sounded like a pleading voice, or as close as a Slytherin can come to one.
She decided after several moments of contemplation that maybe she did want him to find her. "Hem hem," she called, mocking her DADA teacher from fifth year unknowingly. She heard him whip around and listened to the swish-swishing of his robes as he came nearer.
He moved her bag and, much to her surprise, sat down next to her. There was a silence for a moment, as though both were trying to decide on something decent to say to each other.
"Umm, Draco," she said finally, testing the waters at first by using his first name again. After a moment, she decided that he was obviously okay with her calling him that, so she continued in a quiet, shaky voice. "I am really s-sorry for going nutters on you back there." She finally looked him in the face, staring into his eyes, which again didn't seem to be their normal icy sleet gray, but now an almost sparkling silver-gray. They dazzled her. She kept staring at them, bedazzled by the change in them, until Draco broke the silence.
"Yeah, I mean, it must be really hard to talk about it, given the circumstances." He paused, and Hermione noted that his voice was not at its normal drawl, but something softer and less guarded. "I mean, since it's only been a little while and it's me. I mean, you don't really even like me." he trailed off. She saw his eyes glistening. Was he crying?
'Hermione, you know, you can't hurt him like this. You don't hate him. You like him, remember. You always have!" her brain screamed at her as she tried to form a sentence.
"Draco," she whispered softly, "I don't hate you, if that's what you think. Quite the contrary." She put her delicate hand onto his, comforting him, and seeing for the first time, a genuine smile creep across his lips.
A/N: Thanks reviewers! I love you all! This chapter is dedicated to Severus' Purple Goddess, Draco My Love, Athena-Knows-All, Fiery-chan, hids, Selita-Malfoy, and DracosGal3, who all reviewed for me. I will try to get another chapter up soon. Also, I am sorry to anyone who is reading this and thinks this is way too OOC, but sorry, that's how I am going to keep this one. My next fic is going to be more realistic and whatever, but I wanted to write a bit of fluff to start! I'll talk to y'all in my next installment!
Love to all,
CrazySwimmer27
"He packed his bags when he was just eighteen,
To see a world he thought he'd never seen.
He knew when he met her
That she was the girl
He'd been waiting for.
All the nights they spent talking on the front porch swing
Like it came straight out of a movie scene."
Draco balled the letter up in a frustrated manor. His father was such a stupid git. He would never understand that Draco simply had no interest in becoming a Death Eater. Since the second fall of Voldemort, Draco had known it would be foolish to join his father. Lucius really should be locked up at St. Mungo's, after his attempts at claiming the Dark Lord's old post as the most evil wizard ever. He was on his way to his meeting with Hermione, so he needed to calm down. He didn't want to hurt her anymore. He just wanted to make her feel safe with him, but then again, she probably thought he was some vicious Death Eater, mudblood hating loser from Slytherin. How could he ever get her to see past that?
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"Herm, I'm sorry, it's just, umm, I just." Harry said to his sobbing girlfriend, no, ex-girlfriend. He had to break up with her, though. There were so many reasons. First, they were so different. She had her schoolwork and prefect duties, he had his Quidditch and messing around with Ron. Second, he knew Ron wasn't happy with the situation. He had always been a bit jealous of all Harry's triumphs, it was obvious at times. Now, their female best friend likes him better. Third, Herm was still upset about the Potions incident. Harry had tried apologizing, but then again, she was partnered with Malfoy. If it were him, he would have done the same thing.
"Its fine, Harry, okay, fine! I need to go work on homework." She stamped out of the common room, still in tears. He watched her go, a pain of guilt spreading through him for what he did to her. He had made her cry.
"There, Ron, I hope you're happy now," he said in a whisper so that the table of third years next to him wouldn't hear. He wiped a tear from his blazing emerald eyes as the portrait swung shut.
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"Hello.you're late," Draco drawled with a grin. He had already made a silent -no-Mudblood vow with himself, but if he didn't insult her a little bit, she might think something was amiss. But when he looked up to a red eyed, handkerchief clutching Hermione, the grin slid off his face in an instant. "Uhh, Granger," he said, not sure if he should have called her that or Hermione.
'Wait, what am I thinking, I need to call her Granger! No matter what." he thought to himself.
"Are you, uhh, okay?" he finished with a hint of concern in his voice.
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She looked up to see his usually harsh gray eyes filling with concern. Without even thinking of what she was doing, she threw herself into his arms sobbing. She sniffed and cried without answering for a moment, trying to come up with an answer other than "No, the world hates me," which is what she was thinking at the time.
Finally, she gained enough composure to whisper out, still sobbing, "No, no, no! It's Harry. He, he, he b-broke up with me!" She buried her head back into his shoulder as her sobs redoubled. She felt terrible, and for the time being, didn't really care that she was being held by her worst enemy, telling him her feelings.
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Resisting the urge to say something fowl about Potter, as that was certain to upset Hermione more, he just drew his arms comfortingly around her and waited to have some epiphany of what he could say that would comfort her.
After several long moments where all that was heard was the muffled sound of Hermione's sobs, he said the best thing he could come up with. "Uhh, I don't want to sound rude or prying or anything, but why would he dump you?" Draco finally let out, wondering how she would answer. Oh, but he did want to pry, he wanted to know what was up and wanted to comfort her. This was his opportunity to fix everything he had done to torment her for the past six years.
"W-well," she hiccupped. "He said, uhh, he said he just n-needed to," she let out, as if not sure how to explain it. After a long silence, she looked straight up into his magnificent gray eyes and said suddenly, "What is that supposed to mean, Draco?"
'She called me Draco!' he thought to himself, for a second forgetting her troubles, but remembering them quickly when he saw her still staring up at him. As he was about to answer, she stopped him with a quick jerk back to reality, back to how everything was before that night.
"Oh my gods, what am I doing?" she gasped as she pulled away from him quickly. She turned on her heel and ran toward the lake, scattering a few Hufflepuff second years who were out for a stroll as she headed towards the lake. Draco, seeing the girl that he loved and cared about, though only in secret, grabbed his stuff off of the swing and peeled after the Head Girl, watching her luxuriant auburn hair catch some of the setting sun as she moved.
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She knew he was following her when she heard the yells of the Hufflepuffs as seemed to have knocked one of them over in his quest to catch up to her. She ran until she knew she was hidden by some of the trees, then threw her bag down and collapsed next to an old willow, though, to her luck, it was not the Whomping Willow.
He was calling for her now, somewhere nearby. "Hermione, come on, it's okay. I won't judge you. Please come out," he called in what sounded like a pleading voice, or as close as a Slytherin can come to one.
She decided after several moments of contemplation that maybe she did want him to find her. "Hem hem," she called, mocking her DADA teacher from fifth year unknowingly. She heard him whip around and listened to the swish-swishing of his robes as he came nearer.
He moved her bag and, much to her surprise, sat down next to her. There was a silence for a moment, as though both were trying to decide on something decent to say to each other.
"Umm, Draco," she said finally, testing the waters at first by using his first name again. After a moment, she decided that he was obviously okay with her calling him that, so she continued in a quiet, shaky voice. "I am really s-sorry for going nutters on you back there." She finally looked him in the face, staring into his eyes, which again didn't seem to be their normal icy sleet gray, but now an almost sparkling silver-gray. They dazzled her. She kept staring at them, bedazzled by the change in them, until Draco broke the silence.
"Yeah, I mean, it must be really hard to talk about it, given the circumstances." He paused, and Hermione noted that his voice was not at its normal drawl, but something softer and less guarded. "I mean, since it's only been a little while and it's me. I mean, you don't really even like me." he trailed off. She saw his eyes glistening. Was he crying?
'Hermione, you know, you can't hurt him like this. You don't hate him. You like him, remember. You always have!" her brain screamed at her as she tried to form a sentence.
"Draco," she whispered softly, "I don't hate you, if that's what you think. Quite the contrary." She put her delicate hand onto his, comforting him, and seeing for the first time, a genuine smile creep across his lips.
A/N: Thanks reviewers! I love you all! This chapter is dedicated to Severus' Purple Goddess, Draco My Love, Athena-Knows-All, Fiery-chan, hids, Selita-Malfoy, and DracosGal3, who all reviewed for me. I will try to get another chapter up soon. Also, I am sorry to anyone who is reading this and thinks this is way too OOC, but sorry, that's how I am going to keep this one. My next fic is going to be more realistic and whatever, but I wanted to write a bit of fluff to start! I'll talk to y'all in my next installment!
Love to all,
CrazySwimmer27
