A/n: I hope I left u all on a cliffie last time! Well, read and review,
here's the next chapter!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, just the plot.
CHAPTER 4
Hermione was running down the corridor to her common room, hardly able to see where she was going, as the tears blurred her vision. She was at the portrait of Sir Cadogan in no time, and didn't stop to listen to what he had to say, but just shouted out the password and ran inside.
The first thing she saw was Malfoy pacing up and down the room, and when he saw Hermione, she saw a look of relief spread across his face.
'Hermione -' he started, and walked towards her, looking genuinally worried, but he didn't finish.
She slapped him hard across the face and started crying again.
'How DARE you call me Hermione after what you've done to Harry!' she screamed at him. 'Harrys been put under the Cruciatus curse, and it's all your fault!' She was totally out of control, and moved towards Malfoy, trying to hit him again, but he grabbed her arms.
'Hermione, what do you mean? How's it my fault? Tell me!' and he led her to the sofa, still holding her arms.
'It's your fault because you're whole family are Death Eaters, and if you hadn't been supporting him, he couldn't have come back to power, and killed Harry!' she said, becoming more and more angry with every syllable.
'Hermione, I'm not a Death Eater.' he said quite angrily, and walked to the other side of the room, with his back facing her.
'Wh-, what do you mean you're not a Death Eater? All your family are Death Eaters!' she said. She had stopped crying from the shock of this news, and was listening intently to what Draco had to say.
'Only my dad actually, and since I refused to be one, he put me under the Cruciatus curse too, then threw me out, OK?! Satisfied?!' he said and stormed into the kitchen.
He hadn't meant to shout at Hermione like that, but he didn't like people assuming that just because he was in Slytherin, he had to be a Death Eater. He felt guilty though, he knew she would be feeling pretty bad.
She was.
Hermione sat on the couch, wondering how she could jump to these conclusions. She might not like Malfoy, but she didn't want to make him feel that bad. She went after him.
'Draco - I.' she started, but he looked up at her and waved his hand, as though waving her apologies away.
'It was my fault, I shouldn't have gone off like that. I'm sorry.' he said.
'Do the other Slytherins know yet?' she asked, wondering how they could still like him after he rejected Voldemort.
'Ermm..no. They're the only 'friends' I do have at the moment, and if I tell them, then.' he trailed off.
'He's acting so un-Malfoy-ish!'she thought to herself. He's not as bad as he puts on. This made her think.
'Why do you act nastily to people?' she asked suddenly.
'Act?' he said, trying to be tough again, but he knew it wasn't going to work, so he continued normally. 'If I was nice to all the Gryffindors, my father would've thrown me out years ago!' he said simply.
'Draco, you know you said you didn't have any proper friends, well.' Hermione tried to say it. 'If you want, you know, we could, em, well.'
'I'd like that,' he said with a weak smile, but she knew he meant it. She returned the smile and went to her room, all thoughts of Harry lost.
She sat down on her 4-poster and thought hard. She was beginning to like Draco, maybe even more than like, but she knew he would never feel the same. He was perfect, as she thought even more, nice personality, independent, and quite a looker! She lay there and closed her eyes, still awake, yet dreaming of the possibilities. But they were only dreams.
Meanwhile, back in the kitchen, Draco was thinking exactly the same things about Hermione, but also thought nothing was going to happen. He desperately wanted to see her, and knew if he did date her, his father couldn't do anything, as he had disowned him that very summer. He made up his mind, and crept into her room.
'She looks so peaceful,' he thought as he saw her lying there. He went up to her and sat down carefully on the edge of the bed. He looked at her closely, and wondered how she could have been so kind to him after years of insults and embarrasment. He stroked her hair absent mindedly.
Little did he know, she was not asleep, or even tired in the least. She had heard her door open about 10 minutes ago, and had heard him walk over. The bed had sagged slightly where he had sat down. Nothing happened for 5 minutes, but then she felt his hands running through her smooth hair.
He realized how late it was, closed his eyes and bent down to guve her a goodnight kiss on the cheek, but was surprised when he felt a pair of lips against his. As much as he liked it, he jerked backwards in surprise.
'Hermione!' he shouted, 'I thought - I thought you were asleep!'
'I know,' she said, with a bit of a grin.
'I-I'm really, really sorry,' he spluttered, I should go now.'
'No! Draco, wait.' she held out her hand, and he took it.
'Hermione, you know you said about us being friends, well.is there any chance we could.you know.be a bit more?' he said quietly.
She smiled in response, and kissed him again.
'Does that answer your question?'
He grinned at her, and walked out of her room, considerably happier than he had been before, or possibly, than he had ever been in his life.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, just the plot.
CHAPTER 4
Hermione was running down the corridor to her common room, hardly able to see where she was going, as the tears blurred her vision. She was at the portrait of Sir Cadogan in no time, and didn't stop to listen to what he had to say, but just shouted out the password and ran inside.
The first thing she saw was Malfoy pacing up and down the room, and when he saw Hermione, she saw a look of relief spread across his face.
'Hermione -' he started, and walked towards her, looking genuinally worried, but he didn't finish.
She slapped him hard across the face and started crying again.
'How DARE you call me Hermione after what you've done to Harry!' she screamed at him. 'Harrys been put under the Cruciatus curse, and it's all your fault!' She was totally out of control, and moved towards Malfoy, trying to hit him again, but he grabbed her arms.
'Hermione, what do you mean? How's it my fault? Tell me!' and he led her to the sofa, still holding her arms.
'It's your fault because you're whole family are Death Eaters, and if you hadn't been supporting him, he couldn't have come back to power, and killed Harry!' she said, becoming more and more angry with every syllable.
'Hermione, I'm not a Death Eater.' he said quite angrily, and walked to the other side of the room, with his back facing her.
'Wh-, what do you mean you're not a Death Eater? All your family are Death Eaters!' she said. She had stopped crying from the shock of this news, and was listening intently to what Draco had to say.
'Only my dad actually, and since I refused to be one, he put me under the Cruciatus curse too, then threw me out, OK?! Satisfied?!' he said and stormed into the kitchen.
He hadn't meant to shout at Hermione like that, but he didn't like people assuming that just because he was in Slytherin, he had to be a Death Eater. He felt guilty though, he knew she would be feeling pretty bad.
She was.
Hermione sat on the couch, wondering how she could jump to these conclusions. She might not like Malfoy, but she didn't want to make him feel that bad. She went after him.
'Draco - I.' she started, but he looked up at her and waved his hand, as though waving her apologies away.
'It was my fault, I shouldn't have gone off like that. I'm sorry.' he said.
'Do the other Slytherins know yet?' she asked, wondering how they could still like him after he rejected Voldemort.
'Ermm..no. They're the only 'friends' I do have at the moment, and if I tell them, then.' he trailed off.
'He's acting so un-Malfoy-ish!'she thought to herself. He's not as bad as he puts on. This made her think.
'Why do you act nastily to people?' she asked suddenly.
'Act?' he said, trying to be tough again, but he knew it wasn't going to work, so he continued normally. 'If I was nice to all the Gryffindors, my father would've thrown me out years ago!' he said simply.
'Draco, you know you said you didn't have any proper friends, well.' Hermione tried to say it. 'If you want, you know, we could, em, well.'
'I'd like that,' he said with a weak smile, but she knew he meant it. She returned the smile and went to her room, all thoughts of Harry lost.
She sat down on her 4-poster and thought hard. She was beginning to like Draco, maybe even more than like, but she knew he would never feel the same. He was perfect, as she thought even more, nice personality, independent, and quite a looker! She lay there and closed her eyes, still awake, yet dreaming of the possibilities. But they were only dreams.
Meanwhile, back in the kitchen, Draco was thinking exactly the same things about Hermione, but also thought nothing was going to happen. He desperately wanted to see her, and knew if he did date her, his father couldn't do anything, as he had disowned him that very summer. He made up his mind, and crept into her room.
'She looks so peaceful,' he thought as he saw her lying there. He went up to her and sat down carefully on the edge of the bed. He looked at her closely, and wondered how she could have been so kind to him after years of insults and embarrasment. He stroked her hair absent mindedly.
Little did he know, she was not asleep, or even tired in the least. She had heard her door open about 10 minutes ago, and had heard him walk over. The bed had sagged slightly where he had sat down. Nothing happened for 5 minutes, but then she felt his hands running through her smooth hair.
He realized how late it was, closed his eyes and bent down to guve her a goodnight kiss on the cheek, but was surprised when he felt a pair of lips against his. As much as he liked it, he jerked backwards in surprise.
'Hermione!' he shouted, 'I thought - I thought you were asleep!'
'I know,' she said, with a bit of a grin.
'I-I'm really, really sorry,' he spluttered, I should go now.'
'No! Draco, wait.' she held out her hand, and he took it.
'Hermione, you know you said about us being friends, well.is there any chance we could.you know.be a bit more?' he said quietly.
She smiled in response, and kissed him again.
'Does that answer your question?'
He grinned at her, and walked out of her room, considerably happier than he had been before, or possibly, than he had ever been in his life.
