Why me??
Hermoine sat in her bedroom wondering what had happened to her. She had just finished packing her stuff in her trunk, and for some reason she kept thinking about Draco. She had hated him as long as she had known him, then all of the sudden she finds herself kissing him and thinking he was cute? In a way she understood, because she knew the way Draco was treated. She didn't know how she knew but she did.
One night she had a dream but it was so real. She could see Locus, and he was beating Draco, because he wasn't what the Dark Lord wanted. She could also fell what he felt. He was scared… And so was she. But she had forgotten about it until she saw him today.
As she was trying to come up with other reasons for why she liked him, she started thinking about how every one thought that she didn't really want a romantic relationship because she was to busy with her school. But she really did. She had dated Seamus and Dean for a while, and everyone expected her to go out with Harry now that he liked her because no girl ever said no to Harry. But she wanted to do something that wasn't expected. She wanted to do something that would shock people and show them how she really felt.
Draco was her perfect image of that. Everyone in Hog Warts knew that they hated each other, and would be totally shocked if they got together, or at least became friends.
' Why does it have to be me that is the reliable one? Why do I have to do the sensible thing and have to worry about school and not have time for boys?'
Meanwhile at the Malfoy manner-
"I'm home," Draco, yelled from the dinning room as he stepped out of the fireplace.
"Not that any one cares" he said out loud really more to himself because he knew that his comings and goings were among the least important things to his father.
"It doesn't matter what I do or how I fell just as long as I don't disgrace the family or displease the dark lord. God knows there's nothing as bad as that' He thought sarcastically.
He went to find his mother to show her the suit he had bought and to talk to her about Pansy. She was the only person in the world that actually cared for him. She couldn't show it in front of her husband, bit Draco was the most important thing to her.
After he talked with his mother he went to his room and tried to figure out why he liked Hermoine, A mud blood, of all people.
He couldn't figure it out so he went down stars for a meeting with his father and lord Voledmort. He really didn't listen much to what was being said until he heard the name that always made him reel with anger- Harry Potter- and it was then that he figured out why he like Hermoine.
More than anything else in the world he wanted somebody to care about him- the way that Hermoine cared about Potty and Weasel, and any thing he could do that would make his father mad and make him possibly disown him where he could start a new life on his own was a definite plus, and Hermoine took care of all of that.
For a little while he let himself slip into a daydream. He dreamed about what it would be like to not have to worry about what his father thought and not have to put up with his beatings. Where he could live a new life with just him and hermoine. Have her care for him the way she cared for potty and weasel.
But he knew it would never happen. His father wouldn't just disown him if he ever found out about something like that. He would make Draco Kill Hermoine, the Lucius would kill Draco.
He made himself put her out of his mind, because if he got caught being distracted and the Dark Lord or his father questioned him, he could not lie because bother were masters of occlumency. But during his sleeping Hours she returned to his thoughts, and when he awoke in the morning he couldn't put her out of his mind not matter how hard he tried. The thought that he would see her in a few hours made him have butterflies in his stomach and he couldn't eat.
